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I’m asking this question for the sake of the guys here (and also as a suggestion to both men and trans women that haven’t tried this yet). But, have any guys here tried using a vibrator while diapered? Either by using a stronger device like a wand on the outside of it, or possibly putting a smaller device like a bullet vibe inside the diaper? I ask because when I started doing this about 3 years ago, it totally changed the way I got off. I’d always wanted to be able to “finish” in diapers, but never had quite enough room to do so without awkwardly positioning myself. I’d hardly experienced a (solo) hands free orgasm before this, and discovering this method made me really cut down on doing things the old fashioned way. Now, I don’t think getting off this way is at all indicative of one’s gender identity. Butttt when I opened up to a friend about this, she was like “hey, you know it’s okay if you’re trans, right?” I’m like “uhh… yeah?” “No, but you get that it’s okay if you, *Deadname*, are trans? Because what you described sounds a lot like the way cis women get off with vibrators.” Turns out she was right, and a few months later I came out as trans. Since coming out, I’ve found that diaper related kinks are much more common in the trans community (having met a few partners that had the kink before I introduced it to them). Also, while I never had much trouble with my cis partners opposing the kink (more just not participating), I’ve found that other friends in the trans community have been much more receptive to it. Partially because it has practical uses, like being an easy alternative to tucking. But also, it’s much easier to explain the appeal when you can describe the kink as “cute panties that make me cum like a cis girl” rather than having to open with explaining what ABDL is, and where my Goodnites kink falls under that, and what parts of the community I don’t identify with. So in conclusion, to anyone reading this that happens to be in possession of a penis, I really can’t recommend enough that you try using vibrators while diapered next time you get the chance!

Author's Note: Hey guys/girls. Not only is this my first story on this site, it's my first fanfic PERIOD. Apologies if it's not the best. Hope you enjoy! Chapter 1: Walking in the Night Living in New York has its ups and downs. Evelynn needed a breath of fresh air. Being as popular and good looking as her, she expects many heads to turn her way. And of course, she always enjoys catching men (and women) staring at her ass. But after spending 6 hours walking around Times Square, even she got a bit tired of it. She turned around and noticed Ahri heading up the stairs. “Eve? We’re turning in for the night.” Ahri said, turning to face the popstar. “You coming?” “No, I think I’ll go on a walk first. I need to clear my mind.” “Aww, did one to many men try to ask you out today?” “Maybe,” Evelynn smirked, “Not that you’d know that feeling.” “You don’t have to be so mean!” Evelynn laughed. “Goodnight sweetheart!” Ahri pouted as she continued up the stairs. Evelynn chuckled at her clever response and made her way to the door. As she did, she felt a strong twinge at her bladder. She hadn’t gone in the past 6 hours, and was beginning to get fairly desperate. I’ll be fine. I can hold it, she thought. She stepped outside and felt the night breeze against her face. Taking a deep breath, she walked down the driveway and turned onto the street. As she walked, she thought back to the day’s events. In the evening, she and the girls had gone to Times Square for a bit of a “girls night out”. Being in Times Square, it didn’t take long before a group of girls recognized them. Thankfully, they were sure not to cause too much of a ruckus and not too much attention was attracted. As they talked, Evelynn's need for the restroom grew. She had neglected to use it before they left. By the time the fans left, Evelynn was ready to burst. She had suggested they head to H&M for some clothes shopping. As they entered the store, the girls all split up to search for different outfits. Evelynn immediately searched for a restroom. As she reached one, she leaked a little in her panties. She rushed in and found an empty stall. As she entered, she yanked down her panties, sat down, and released hours worth of hot pee. As the golden liquid rushed out of her, Evelynn felt a vast amount of relief, and even got a bit turned at how good it felt. She let out a moan, not caring if anyone heard her. Eventually, her stream decreased in intensity, and died off. Slightly turned on, Evelynn rubbed her thighs together to relieve some tension, and pulled up her panties. After she exited the restroom, she searched for the rest of the group. Evelynn continued to walk, the empty streets of Long Island with an occasional streetlamp provided a nice eerie background that she enjoyed. As she walked, her desperation increased. By this point, she was about half an hour away from the house. Evelynn was once again bursting at this point. On top of that, she felt a heavy movement in her bowels. Damn. I need to go. Can I even make it back in time? Evelynn thought. She was starting to get concerned, until she remembered her near-accident in Times Square earlier and how good it felt. Suddenly, a naughty smile creeped across her face. She stopped under a streetlight, grabbed herself and started doing a pee dance. At 2 AM, no one in the surrounding area was out or even awake at this point. Evelynn essentially had the streets to herself. After holding herself for several minutes, Evelynn’s bladder couldn’t hold it in anymore, and she started to pee into her black panties. Evelynn sighed in relief as she pressed her legs together and felt the hot liquid run down them and into her high-heels. The warmth it provides was welcome during the chill October night. After several seconds, Evelynn squatted down, and her pee began to pool around her ass and soak the bottom of her skirt. Evelynn moaned with pleasure as her golden liquid formed a puddle underneath her on the sidewalk. Evelynn stood back up as her stream began to taper. She once again felt her piss run down her legs as her stream died off. [messing warning] Already aroused, Evelynn turned her attention to the other matter at hand. She began to push her solid waste out. Evelynn grunted from the effort, but she felt her anus expand as the head of a turd poked out. Breathing heavily, Evelynn hiked her soaked skirt up, and pushed again. Her turd pushed its way out of her anus and made contact with her panties, its slightly lumpy texture arousing her even more. As she pushed, Evelynn hunched over and grunted as the log pushed against her panties, tenting them outward until it finally snapped off her anus. Evelynn straightened herself out, but hunched over again as a second turd began to push itself out of her. Evelynn moaned loudly as she pooped her panties on the street, her arousal reaching levels she’d never experienced before. After the second log ended, Evelynn was breathing heavily from the experience and her arousal. She stood there for a few moments before turning around to inspect her deed. Though she couldn’t get the clearest view, she could make out a lump in her panties a bit larger than her fist. With her mind in a horny frenzy, Evelynn placed her hand on the lump, and pressed on it. Evelynn shuttered as her mess began to press up her asscrack. At this point, Evelynn was too turned on to walk back, so she took off her jacket and bra, exposing her breasts to the outside. She continued stripping until only her panties remained, and moved her hand under her panties and began slowly rubbing her pussy. Overcome with pleasure, Evelynn collapsed and lied down in her puddle, still furiously masturbating. The mess in her panties spread around her ass as she continued to pleasure herself. “F-fuck, I’m such a d-dirty s-slut,” Evelynn studdered, getting lost in her own pleasure. With her free hand, Evelynn gave her exposed breast a squeeze, sending a shockwave of pleasure through her. Feeling an orgasm building up, Evelynn inserted 2 fingers into her pussy, and began pumping them in and out, causing her to moan loudly. Evelynn began breathing heavier as she got closer, and started fingering herself even harder. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I’M CUMMING!” Evelynn screamed in ecstasy as she reached her orgasm. Her body thrusted upward as she squirted her juices on the sidewalk. As her orgasm faded, Evelynn collapsed back onto the sidewalk, panting as she lied there in her messy panties. After laying there for a few moments, Evelynn stood back up and removed her panties, taking her mess with them. Might as well walk back nude. Evelynn thought as she collected her clothes. It adds a nice thrill. Exposing her naked body to the world, Evelynn began to walk back to the house, smiling at the discovery she just made. [To be continued]

So I promised @Tek84 a story about one of my solo experiences – here goes, hope you like it! I always remember being interested in omorashi, even when I was really young, but I never really got a huge change to do much about it. I’d hold late at night sometimes, and even though it’d be exciting, I just didn’t really have the time or the privacy to take it as far as I wanted, really. I’d wet, but because I couldn’t hold any longer or ran out of time, not because I couldn’t hold it anymore. Like most of us, I expect, I didn’t have the chance to do what I really get into it until I was in college. When I was probably 19, I moved in with a girlfriend of mine from high school who I went to college with. It was my first apartment, really, and my first time truly being away from home. I finally had my own bedroom and bathroom, which was great, and she would frequently spend the night with her boyfriend on weekends, which was even better! I remember this was a Saturday, one of the first Saturdays of the school year, and I had been at the mall that afternoon, mostly clothes shopping, I think. I remember having a couple bottles of water from the food court while I was there, and I was just about thinking I ought to find a restroom when my room mate texted me that she was going over to her boyfriend’s right then and would be spending the night. I wished her luck and was just about to enter the restroom when I realized – I had always wanted to try out this fetish more, and this was the perfect opportunity. For those that care, I remember wearing light colored skinny jeans, a loose-ish fitting t-shirt, a hoodie and green briefs. I went back to the food court and got another bottle of water, a big one. I wandered around the mall some more, and when my bladder was beginning to get full, I figured it was time to go home. I was really new to holding in public, so the fact that I was pretty uncomfortable (a 7 out of 10 maybe?) had me really nervous. It didn’t help that I was wearing light colored pants, so I knew that if I had any slip ups, everyone would be able to see. I actually hadn’t tested my limits yet and did not know how much I could hold, and come to think of it, I hadn’t even held to the point where I really leaked involuntarily by that point. I’d always leaked/wet because it just hurt too much to hold anymore, but that just made it all the more terrifying, having no idea when it would happen. I knew the drive back well, though, it was only 10 minutes or so, and I figured I’d have plenty of privacy to jump around and hold it once I got home anyway. I finished off my drink and actually got one more and chugged it, just to make sure I’d be ready when I got home – it’s only 10 minutes to home, I thought, it won’t go through me that quickly – and then I tossed my cup in the garbage. That was a big mistake, I would come to realize. I winced as I bent over to put my things in the back and get in the driver’s seat, but before I could give it a second thought, I was in the traffic to leave the mall. I didn’t get far before I noticed the traffic was heavier than normal. I was more than a little worried. I lived maybe ten minutes away from my apartment by the route I was going, but I’d already spent five minutes just trying to get out of the mall. The mall was right next to a highway that ran through my college town, and by the time I was approaching the highway crossing, it had already been 10-15 minutes. I was definitely worried and knew something was not right. I was grabbing myself a bit already by this point, trying to do it subtly in the middle of all the traffic, and was using the pauses in the stop-and-go traffic to get on my phone and find out what was going on. About five to ten minutes later, probably, I was on the bridge over the highway and looked to both my sides. I saw bumper to bumper traffic both ways on the highway. My gut sank – or maybe it was my bladder – and then I finally realized what was going on: There was a football game today. Football was *huge* in the town I went to college in, and crowds easily clogged up all the major streets on their way to and from the game. Worse, I had to head towards the university and past it to get to my apartment! What was supposed to be a 10 minute drive was now easily over an hour long. My heart was pounding out of my chest as I realized this, and I knew there was a very small chance that I would make it home with dry jeans. I looked for a water bottle, cup, anything, but I had thrown it all away, and I instantly regretted tossing out my cup from earlier. I put my car in park (I wasn’t moving at the time anyway) and leaned in back to try to find something, anything, that might help me, but I had no luck, and actually almost leaked once or twice from the pressure of turning around. I gave up, and settled in for the drive. I’d just have to hold on, I told myself. Being desperate IS what I wanted, after all, just maybe not in my car stuck in the middle of a huge traffic jam. Maybe 25 minutes later, halfway back to my apartment (judging by distance, anyway), I was sweating with the effort of holding it in and took off my hoodie. As I was wiggling around in my seat to take it off, I swear I felt a drip or two leave me. I looked down at my jeans in a panic, hoping it wasn’t visible, and lucky for me it wasn’t yet. I hoped I was just feeling sweat or weird sensations from being so desperate – I really didn’t know what was going on, I’d never held on for this long. One or two more stop-and-go’s later, as I was pressing on the brakes as gingerly as I could, it felt like my pee just kept going forward and the momentum from the car carried a little bit out of my bladder and into my briefs. It wasn’t a huge leak, but it was enough to feel it splash into my underwear and make it cling to me. My heart started pounding again as I looked down to check my crotch, but lucky for me there was nothing yet. The university was in sight now, but every time I braked, I felt another drip or two enter my now-damp briefs. I realized I could easily get the seat wet, and reached my hand between my legs to see if any damage had been done. The seats felt dry, but I felt some dampness on the back of my jeans. I put the car in park again, and twisted around to look through the things in the back of my car again. I saw a towel behind my seat, from working out – I grabbed it and took it up front, and winced in pain at having to twist like that. I squeezed my thighs together as best as I could, but I felt another spurt soak my briefs and barely cut it off before I had to drive forward again. Moving my legs to work the pedals, I definitely felt some wetness between them, and when I looked down I saw a wet spot about the size a couple of inches in diameter between my legs. I knew it had to be bigger on my bottom, and I was worried about getting my seat wet now. I moved the towel underneath me so that it covered the seat. I felt like I was admitting defeat doing this, like I was admitting that I *would* wet myself. And even though in retrospect that was absolutely the case, I tried to psych myself up and think that I *was* going to hold it, I was just protecting my seat from what I’d already leaked. I was 19, for crying out loud! Way too old to be wetting myself like this! It worked for a little bit, actually. I felt my sphincter muscles tighten up, and I stopped leaking every time I hit the brakes. I was taking deep, slow, shaking breaths through my mouth, and swearing quietly to myself. This really, really hurt, I thought to myself, but I did not want to get out of the car with wet jeans. I looked at myself in the mirror, and I was a sweaty mess. My hair was sticking to my face like I was in the middle of a workout, which I guess I sort of was. I straightened it out, took a few more deep breaths, and focused on the driving I was supposed to be doing. I was inside the university campus now, and it was basically the home stretch for me. It wasn’t far beyond that, I maybe lived a mile beyond the university, and I didn’t think the traffic would be as bad heading away from the university. I managed to make it through the university without any further issues, and sure enough, the roads going away from the university were way less congested. I was beginning to think I had a chance after all, but I was still driving slowly, mostly so that I didn’t have to break so hard to stop my car. As I was just clearing the university campus, my bladder stopped hurting so badly. It went from feeling like I had a huge water balloon in my stomach to just feeling sort of tingly, like after a long workout. I wasn’t about to complain, but once I noticed it, I looked down to make sure I hadn’t silently exploded or something! My jeans looked like the wetness from earlier was sort of spreading out and starting to dry, it looked like, but amazingly I didn’t think I had wet myself any more than I already had, and the towel under me didn’t feel any wetter. I was beginning to think I’d make it. Once I had actually cleared the campus, I couldn’t help but notice a tickling feeling on my crotch, like someone was running a feather up and down my skin down there. I wiggled a bit in my seat, thinking it was just my briefs drying against my skin, but that didn’t help. I snuck a hand down there to scratch, and was shocked when I felt what was clearly newly wet denim. I realized I must be slowly leaking into my pants now, and I just simply couldn’t control it. There were only a few more stop signs left, I tried to will myself to hold it in, but my bladder muscles just weren’t having it anymore. My heart was pounding again and I went back to swearing quietly under my breath, and as I braked at one of the last stop signs before my apartment, and once again the breaking made me leak, only this time it just turned up the trickle. I tried my hardest to hold it in, to shut off the flow, but suddenly it felt as if someone had punched me in the gut, and I just lost all sensation in my bladder. I yelped out in pain, loud enough to surprise even myself, and suddenly it sounded as if someone had turned on a faucet in my seat. Pee came hissing out of me, soaking my jeans and turning them an obviously dark blue, and I could do nothing but pant in my seat and listen to my heart pounding in my chest. “Oh shit,” I thought to myself, “I am pissing myself in my car!” I just sat looking at my crotch getting wetter and wetter for a while, until I heard a horn honk behind me. The light turned green and I had missed it, too distracted by the flood happening in my jeans. I drove forward, still pissing my pants, and winced as I felt it slosh around with the movement of my legs. As I braked at the next light, I felt the piss slosh forward and go past me knees and down my legs. I winced. I knew I was *soaked*, and was honestly panicking and shaking, wondering just how the hell I was going to get back into my house without everyone seeing my wet pants. I’d reached a traffic-free side street that led to my apartment, and had to pull off into some empty back parking lot to collect myself. I put the car in park and looked down at myself. I was basically soaked from the waist down, and the bottom of my shirt was obviously wet too. You wet yourself, I thought, you fucking peed your pants, this is so embarrassing, how are you gonna get inside?! I got lost in my racing thoughts, I kept deriding myself for not being able to hold it, calling myself names, asking myself what kind of 19 year old wets themselves like this… My breathing got heavy, my heart was pounding again, I started moaning to myself, and grabbed myself through my jeans. Before I knew it, after barely touching myself, I had gotten myself so mentally worked up that I was having what was probably the biggest orgasm I had ever had, without even unzipping my pants. I muffled my moans with my hand, just in case, and when it was over, I just went limp for a while. I know it’s probably not as interesting, but I did manage to get inside without anyone seeing me. I used my bags, towel and hoodie as cover, just in case, but luckily everyone seemed to be inside at the time, probably watching that stupid football game! But I definitely had other plans in mind…

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View File Pissing her grey panties in the shower Female wetting in her grey panties. Includes some nudity toward the end. 🙂 Submitter WettingMaster Submitted 03/30/2023 Category Female  

View File Wetting in her bikini in the bathroom A cute girl wetting her bikini in the bathroom. (Includes some nudity). Submitter WettingMaster Submitted 03/19/2023 Category Female  

This story is a short spin-off oneshot from my other story, The Last Year Before They Grew Up. It focuses on the character of Jackson’s mom, Cheryl, who was featured in Chapter 10. Will there be more spin-offs? Probably not, but then again this wasn’t planned either. Let me know if you want more, and if you do, which characters you’d like to see. The Mother’s Humiliating Holiday Cheryl Gallaway’s nether regions were tingling as she lay on her back on the beach recliner in Mexico, reading her novel. It was a shitty romance novel, one of the ones specifically targeted at housewives who only read to be hip, but Cheryl couldn’t help finding it to be her guilty pleasure. The truth was the trashy romances turned her on and she loved daydreaming about being whisked away by a handsome hunk who would make passionate love to her all night long. Somehow, they were her escape from her own loveless marriage and she treasured the way that they made her flustered in ways her husband couldn’t anymore. Stanley Gallaway was an obese balding man who had never grown out of his love for his high school popularity and adventures and Cheryl has spent years trying her hardest not to resent him for it. Now, with two of her kids, Jackson and Hazel, in University and her youngest, Eli, in tenth grade, she knew she was only a couple years away from divorcing her husband. She had promised herself she’d wait until all the kids were out of the house so it wouldn’t impact them negatively, but it was getting harder by the day. Glancing to her left down the beach, the greying blonde raised her large black sunglasses from her eyes and peered towards where Eli was trying to build a sandcastle. He was a hundred feet away from her and distracted by his new resort friends. With no one else nearby, surely she could touch herself discreetly without anyone noticing, right? She quickly dispelled the notion and inwardly reprimanded herself for such dirty thoughts. Reaching over to her Piña Colada, she took a long sip and returned to her novel. Her husband had taken the eldest two children scuba diving on a catamaran and Cheryl was loving the peace of her vacation getaway afternoon. This was her third Piña colada since lunch and Cheryl was beginning to feel a little tipsy which certainly wasn’t helping the naughty feelings; if anything, they were being amplified. How had someone as gorgeous as her ended up in a loveless marriage? Cheryl knew she was attractive, even now at the age of 51. She was quite buxom with massive breasts that had only been enhanced by the birth of her children. She stayed fit too, going to the gym three days a week to maintain her impressive physique and abs and she was quite proud of her well endowed posterior. She often caught Jackson’s friends admiring her ass when they came over and she really didn’t mind the attention. Lying on the beach in her baby blue bikini, Cheryl knew she was hot and this only served to increase her pent up sexual frustration. Cheryl did her best to get back into her book but she suddenly found herself feeling a nagging tug from her bladder. The three Piña Coladas had gone right through her and she realized she’d need to get up and go pee in the sea soon. She was enjoying her book though and wanted to put it off as long as possible. Ignoring her need to pee had always been a problem of hers. It rarely has ended too badly, but she often found herself dancing around like a child in her own home, steps from the toilet. Continuing to read, Cheryl began to find it harder and harder to focus on the story as her urge to pee grew. Simultaneously she was getting hornier and hornier as the plot of her novel progressed. When she reached the part at the end of chapter ten where the protagonist had a romantic encounter with her true love on a sailboat in the rain, Cheryl found both urges begging to be acknowledged. On one hand, she desperately needed the toilet but on the other hand her nether regions were dying to be touched. Finally, her bladder one out and she desperately reached a hand down to grab her crotch and keep reading. Cheryl grimaced to herself inwardly at the childishness of her actions but she really wanted to read about this steamy sexual encounter. Besides, she was steps from the sea where she could relieve herself if things got to be too dire of an emergency. As soon as squeezed her crotch, everything changed. Cheryl was suddenly overcome with desire and the need to pee took a backseat in her brain. “No one is anywhere near me, I’m sure I could get away with a bit of touching until I get to the end of the chapter,” Cheryl whispered to herself as she began to gently move her fingers in a circle on top of her baby blue bikini bottoms. She immediately let out a soft moan at her own touch. Glancing down the beach to her left again, Cheryl was happy to see that Eli and his friends had moved further away. She was alone and she had privacy. She continued to rub as she resumed the story, as pleasure coursed through her body unlocking feelings she had been suppressing for too long that day. …John unhooked Eliza’s bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her perky nipples stood at attention as they met with the cold rainy air. His fingers slid down her belly, deftly undoing the button on her jeans and slipping his fingers inside of her. She moaned in pleasure as he… Cheryl also let out a moan of sympathy for the protagonist’s feelings. Her fingers were beginning to feel slick as well as her juices began to form between her lower lips. “Shit,” she moaned, realizing that she was in danger of staining her baby blue bottoms. With her horniness overwhelming her and making her want to continue, Cheryl lifted her butt up and shimmied her bottoms down to her mid thighs. Then, she plunged her fingers directly into her damp womanhood and emitted a soft gasp. She knew this was incredibly risky, that this resort beach was not a good place to be masturbating but her horniness made her daring. She allowed herself to get lost in the feeling. She was getting very close to a climax, imagining fictional John’s fingers inside of her instead of her own. It was building, her back was arching, she let out another low moan, her eyes were rolling back… “Excuse me?” A voice cut through her aroused haze. Opening her eyes and peering through her thick sunglasses in shock, Cheryl was jolted back to reality. Standing in front of her was a petite young Mexican woman dressed in the staff outfit of the hotel. She was looking at Cheryl with her mouth open in shock. “Dios mio!” the woman exclaimed. All arousal instantly drained from Cheryl’s body as she looked the woman in the eyes. She was clearly appalled and disgusted with Cheryl’s actions and Cheryl was mortified. As soon as the arousal left her body, Cheryl suddenly was hit by her overwhelmingly urge to pee. She had been ignoring it and now it came crashing back onto her with full force causing her to quickly cross her legs, her bikini bottoms still not covering her clean shaven pussy. In a panic, she reached down and yanked them up only for a warm jet of pee to hit their blue gusset and leaving a coin sized wet patch. The woman looked at her sternly and told her, with a thick Spanish accent, to follow her back to the hotel. Then, grabbing her walkie talkie from her belt, she called a few instructions back to her manager in Spanish. “Can I- can I please just pee first,” Cheryl stammered in a panic, knowing that this was the worst she’d ever had to pee. She felt tears welling in her eyes at the utter humiliation she was experiencing. “No,” the woman exclaimed. “Put on pants, follow me!” Standing up, Cheryl danced around, crossing and recrossing her legs in a frantic attempt to prevent an accident. She scooped up her white capri pants from her bag, and pulled them on over her bottoms. Ditching her bag, she stumbled after the woman towards the hotel. In her desperation, she violently grabbed her pussy with her right hand and gyrated her hips in a desperate attempt to hold. She had never had to go this badly in her life and she knew that if she didn’t get to a toilet in the next two minutes, she’d pee her pants. Arriving to the steps up to the pool area of the hotel, Cheryl paused suddenly as another spurt escaped her damp lips into her pants. Glancing down, she was relieved to see that it hadn’t darkened the capris yet. Regaining control, she followed the staff member up the steps and around the edge of the pool area. As they passed the third pool, Cheryl’s bladder spasmed aggressively and she halted in her tracks. The staff member looked back just in time to see the first rivulet of pee streak down Cheryl’s thigh. This time it took all of her pelvic strength to stop the flow as tears began to stream from under her dark sunglasses. “Please,” she begged the Mexican woman. “Please let me pee. I’m having an accident.” “No!” The woman exclaimed angrily. “Follow me to Manager Da Costa.” The staff member then stomped up the steps into the lobby, Cheryl closely following at her heels weeping. Looking up, she spotted the manager, Mr Da Costa, looking at her with an angry expression. She strode towards him, steeling herself for a reprimand. The hotel was likely going to sue, to hand her over to the authorities. Cheryl was panicking, thinking of all the worst outcomes. Everyone in the lobby looked over at the crying woman, her shades obscuring her puffy red eyes, her large breasts bouncing in her blue bikini top, her damp white capris swishing as the legs touched… Then it happened. Cheryl let out a quiet gasp as her bladder released in the middle of the lobby. Pee streamed out of her pussy, soaking through the baby blue fabric of her bikini bottoms and running down her legs. As the white capris began to turn translucent, Cheryl’s pee started pooling on the tile of the lobby. Her blue bikini bottoms were now visible through her pants and her sobs began to make her hiccup as she processed what was happening to her. She had never been so exposed and embarrassed in her life. As her bladder continued to void, people in the lobby began to murmur amongst themselves as they stared. Cheryl knew they were likely making fun of her situation or were horrified by her display. The manager gave her a sympathetic look as he approached the sobbing and soaking woman. Cheryl braced herself for a verbal lashing for her numerous counts of inappropriate behaviour. To her surprise, in a hushed whisper he said, “Do not worry ma’am, I’m sure we can find a way to forget the events of today… although we will be discreetly billing you for public indecency. That being said, I think you’ve learned your lesson. Go to your room, get cleaned up and try to behave yourself for the rest of your trip.” “I am so so sorry, I should have listened to my body. Thank you for being so understanding.” Cheryl smile at the man gratefully and he took a step closer, deftly avoiding her golden puddle from touching the edge of his polished black shoes. “Yes, I do believe you would benefit from knowing when and when not to listen to your body. Certain… ahem… urges are best attended to in private.” Cheryl could only flush a brighter red, realizing he was alluding to her indecent self-pleasuring on the beach. “Please don’t tell my husband or children,” she pleaded, desperate to ensure they never learned of her disregard for common sense. “Do not worry ma'am,’ the manager replied. “Sometimes having to live with the shame ourselves is punishment enough. The well dressed man turned on his heel and strode back towards his office doorway. Cheryl stood in her puddle watching him go, utterly humiliated but grateful that the manager had chosen not to seek harsher ways to punish her.

I don't know why this only just dawned on me. But I guess I don't understand how people masterbate / get orgasm out of our fetish. So a few questions if you're willing to answer. 1. Is this your only or primary fetish? 2. Are you a watcher or a wetter? 3. How do you pleasure yourself physically? 4. What do you think about during your session? Since I have the fear of sex and the nudity of others, I don't get it on like most guys. Now, as I understand it, what's supposed to happen normally, no omo, is recreating an imitation of sexual activity. For a guy I guess it typically involves slapping, grabbing, and rubbing. For the ladies, either vibrator, finger play of sensitive bits, or fake dong. While working away, generally pretend who's on/under/in you as you work the action, right? Fantasies? But when it comes to omo, either wetting yourself or, like me, just watch, unless you pee in or on your parter while going to town down there, not sure how this works for us. I've read stories where after a girl wets herself, she begins finger work while wet or showering and gets an orgasm that way. But I don't know what, if anything, goes on in the mind during the session.

Peed in at Last Well, many months ago, I was feeling naughty and so I slipped into a Goodnite, and after wearing it about the house for the afternoon, I brought myself to a lovely orgasm using a vibrator and my hands on my bed. After climaxing, I dozed a little, and my girl juices absorbed into the pull-up. I pulled it off, tossed it into my cupboard in the box where all the odd diapers go, and went about my afternoon. Fast forward to a couple of days ago, where I was padding about the flat and after doing some other chores, I decided to re-organize my diaper collection. As it stands, my diaper collection is a couple of boxes in the bottom of the closet, but if not properly arranged, it can spread into 4 or 5 boxes, and get mixed in with my panty collection, shows and other cupboard stuff. I was partially motivated to clean up my collection is that people may come over during the holiday and I want to make it as easy as possible to hide my diaper stash, and also because it’s been sprawling for a while, to the point where I don’t even know what’s there. So I dragged everything out and sorted it as best I could; pull-ups in one box, tape up diapers in another, with cloth diapers, training pants and plastic pants going in a third. My random collection of pads turns out to be dwindling after all my fun with pads experimentation this year, so this now comfortably fits in a small bag in one of the boxes. I also found totally random stuff like empty baby powder shakers, a diaper pin, an old vibrator, and like 10 year old tampons. Anyhow, mixed in with this hodgepodge of absorbent products I happened upon a certain Goodnite. It had the rumpled look of a pull-up that had previously been worn – the sides were a little stretched out, and the gusset was rounded and puffier than unworn pull-ups. It’s not uncommon for me to wear a pull-up and having not wet it, toss it into my stash to be worn another time. When I was growing up and wearing Goodnite every night, an environmentally conscious Rachel would always re-wear Goodnites that survived the night dry, though as you will know, this was not as common an occurrence as all that. On these occasions I would typically be wearing the Goodnite the following night, or at least within the next few days. Anyhow, I peeked inside and rather than seeing perhaps a little small smudge of dried girl juices – the kind that you find in your panties after a day at work, or in your dry diaper in the morning after a lucky night. Instead, the front part of the diaper, the part that comes into contact with my wet girl parts, was stained a dark yellow. It seems as though little microbes and the air had dried the wetness left by my masturbatory adventure months previous into a delightful little stain. I snapped a couple of pictures, and decided to be a little naughty. While I had previously been sorting my diapers in panties and PJ bottoms, I slipped these off, and pulled on the old Goodnite. I felt naughty, knowing how dirty they were. I finished sorting my diapers after a short while. I found that I went faster and faster as I got more and more excited. Handling all these diapers and feeling the Goodnite I was wearing, and just being surrounded by the smell of diapers was quickly going to my head. I tucked everything away back in the closet, grabby my favorite vibrator, and hopped onto the bed. I slid my hand into my diaper and pressed the vibrator firmly in just the right spot. With my spare hand I felt my breasts and the outside of the Goodnite, revelling in the sensation. I then slipped a couple of fingers inside myself and quickly brought myself to a juicy and leaky orgasm. I lay on my back for a little while, enjoying the after affects of a delightful orgasm. This time, when the urge to pee arrived, which it always does after an orgasm, rather than taking the Goodnite off like I had all those months earlier, I rolled over onto my belly and released, soaking it completely. After a little while longer I got up, slid it off and dried myself off. I snapped a couple of additional picture of the now soaked Goodnite. Wet at last. I pulled my panties and PJ bottoms back on, affixed a pad into my panties, given that my girl bits were still oozing delicious wetness, and went about my afternoon. Hope you enjoyed my little dirty adventure. Rach

Hello everyone! Here is where I will update my regular experiences, videos, photos, stories and any new content so everyone has a main thread to follow if they want to! I will update in this thread anytime I have anything new, like videos, photos, experiences etc! ****** ⭐ ****** For anyone that doesnt know me, my name is Alice! I am a 26 year old British girl with a genuine passion for wetting myself, and peeplay and experimenting with different outfits and new ways to enjoy some kinky wet fun. 😊 I'm a short, 5ft 2, blonde girl and sometimes quite shy, but I like to share my experiences with wetting myself because it's a part of me that brings me so much joy, happiness and is also a huge turn on for me and my boyfriend. We have been together for 8 years now and we live together, but I also like watching other girls wet their pants too and think I maybe a little bi or at least curious about that side of me, too. I first got into wetting when I was just 18 when me and my boyfriend first started dating. I discovered his fetish for seeing girls wet their pants by accident only a few weeks into dating, so I was super curious and thought "this sounds really hot". So I kept insinuating that I would be prepared to do it after I watched a fair few videos of other girls online. So eventually I did try it. I laid on my back in bed, put a towel under my butt, and let him watch me pee my pink panties. It felt incredible! And it was such a turn on for me to just lay there and wet myself on purpose while he watched. He was obviously very turned on and we had an amazing time that night if you know what I mean 🤭 and it gave me a lot of confidence! I wet myself a further 3 times that night, in my panties, naked, and on him and it the most erotic, passionate night I've ever experienced! It lit something up inside me and I kept thinking about it again and again, and there is just something about it that makes me feel like a really naughty girl. Like innocent, but very kinky at the same time. I also love that wonderful sense of relief, and that forbidden, sudden warmth that spreads in my crotch or under my butt, or all down my legs when I'm in tight jeans. There is just nothing else like it! It makes me feel like a bad girl peeing in naughty places too, and it is my biggest turn on! I do it regularly now whenever I get the chance, and love trying it in different, fun and exciting ways! It turns me on more than pretty much anything else now! I think I've always thought it was hot even before I was 18, but never experimented with it sexually until I met Dave. I have never been ashamed of this kink either, its just a part of me and my boyfriend, and we have always been so open and experimental with it and both enjoy it so much! I would much rather wet myself than go to the toilet most days if I could, but I also know this isn't always practical in real life 😅. We have talked about sharing some things online every now and then over the years, and in fact we actually did post a video of me wetting my Jean's in bed back in 2015, but I wanted to share my experiences now and bring a bit of joy to others too, and show everyone that there is nothing wrong with peeing your pants for pleasure, and that it can be an amazing thing to do! ♥️ I enjoy going out on beautiful country walks and drives too, and love exploring. And it's also super fun to film my naughty exploits when we do this! I hope you all enjoy my content, and please feel free to comment, share your opinions, ask me questions, or just lurk and enjoy the free content if you want. 😅 Anything I make from sales from my paid videos is going to go towards some new outfits and jeans to wet, so I can keep making some videos and experiment some more and have a little fun. Big love, Alice ❤❤❤❤