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  1. For SOME reason I've been watching a lot of these lately and playing with my own pads... https://es.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph62a5d9b3db823 https://es.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph62a004e5d207b She's already had an accident here and some blood visible: https://es.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph62516b33ef211 https://es.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph625d58563f7aa https://es.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph62a5d9b3db823 This one has some blood visible: https://es.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph61e5a5f001138
  2. Enjoy, https://es.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph6047a8e7ab73a Rach
  3. Here are two videos about a girl showing the bladder protection pad that she wears due to her incontinence. Does anybody know what is the source of these videos? That Period Channel_Young Woman Shows How She Wears Pads For Bladder Leaks And How They Look In Panties And Leggings.mp4 That Period Channel_Young Woman Shows How The Pads She Uses For Bladder Leaks Fit Her Panties And Work Wearing Leggings.mp4 That Period Channel_Young Woman Shows How The Pads She Uses For Bladder Leaks Fit Her Panties And Work Wearing Leggings.mp4 That Period Channel_Young Woman Shows How The Pads She Uses For Bladder Leaks Fit Her Panties And Work Wearing Leggings.mp4
  4. 17,390 downloads

    I've been collecting these for a while, they all come from Tumblr and we've got a mixed bag of diaper, pullup, and age play content. I think there are a few pad videos in here as well. Something for everyone! Enjoy! Rach
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  5. 62 downloads

    Feeling a little naughty one morning, I decided to wet my pajamas and bed. The golden pee formed a nice little puddle and I couldn't help myself from playing with it a little. My bottom was pleasantly soaked, as were my panties and pad I had quite forgotten I was wearing. The smell was just incredible. 5:09
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  6. View File Rachel's Tumblr Finds - Diaper Girlz - Spring 2022 I've been collecting these for a while, they all come from Tumblr and we've got a mixed bag of diaper, pullup, and age play content. I think there are a few pad videos in here as well. Something for everyone! Enjoy! Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 03/22/2022 Category Female  
  7. Hello to all omofriends! Here's a new couple's wet adventure, and again it's an unintentional and not "planned" wetting, a genuine accident for both. Here's the background: we were out shopping in the city, between one store and another we didn't have time to go to the bathroom but let's say that neither of us had time to pee in a worrying way, let's say a 5/10. With the passing of the hours the pressure increased but nothing to worry about for either of us, as far as Miriam was concerned she felt protected in any case since she had her period and was wearing a pad. Around 6pm we decided to go home and given the traffic we decided to take the train, at that moment let's say that I was 7/10 and Miriam 8/10 in terms of urgency but neither of us had any intention of going to the bathroom, a little for fun and a little because usually train bathrooms are horrible. While I was getting off the train I practically fell, missing a step, I wanted to burst out laughing but because of my pride I got angry, Miriam wanted to laugh too but seeing me angry she stifled her laughter. While we were walking Miriam was holding her hand between her legs because she had to pee a lot, and she had noticed that the pad was overflowing (because of the blood)... At a certain point I stopped, I mimed my fall and we burst out laughing a lot, almost immediately I felt a stream of pee flooding my underwear, while Miriam was squatting with one hand between her legs and while she continued to laugh a puddle formed under her and could not stop, moral: she peed all over herself and had soaked pants (with pee and menstrual blood). I, on the other hand, had quite wet underpants but my crotch was just damp, luckily we were close to home! Once we got home I helped Miriam change and had her put on a diaper since we still had to go out and I didn't want my little girl to get her pants wet again, after we went out again and when we came back in the evening I found out that Miriam had filled her diaper with pee, needless to say I loved it, in fact after I took off her diaper and before I showered her we had intense wet sex.
  8. https://thisvid.com/videos/pee-panties-and-pad/ Someone should rip. She takes off her panties at the end
  9. I enjoyed sharing my first story, and I thought I'd tidy up another, fairly recent adventure and share it here. (Note: contains alcohol) It was a breezy day in Autumn, and I had plans. I'd agreed to meet a couple of friends for lunch : it had been one their birthdays earlier that week, and we'd agreed to we'd treat her to lunch before doing some shopping. My two friends lived pretty close to one another and after the usual hundred or so WhatsApp messages we'd decided the details. I'd get the train to near them, we'd walk to lunch, then head to the shopping centre. I hadn't been there in a while, but I remembered the last time I was there I'd stubbornly refused to make use of the bathrooms, which were a bit out of the way, right by the lifts and always crowded. I'd spent a pleasant, slightly fidgety afternoon browsing around, and although I don't often like holding in company, the temptation was there. I fussed a bit with my outfit - the shopping centre was always boiling hot, but it was a chilly day. Tricky. I'd planned to wear a dress, but found I had no tights clean, so there was a bit of last minute kerfuffle. I added 'laundry' to my mental to-do list for later. As I was getting ready, I was swapping my things between handbags when I noticed a extra pad in one of the pockets. I'd bought some Always Discreet pads earlier in the year, purely to play around with, and while I wasn't wild about the scent, they were comfy, and I'd enjoyed using / misusing them , on and off. I still wasn't firmly committed to anything, but I left the pad where it was and headed off to the station I walked briskly, having spent a bit of time getting ready, but I made my train , just about. I was quite relaxed on the train, and not needy at all. I sipped a little water from my bottle and the journey went quite quickly. I was a little sluggish -the rush had meant I had no time to pick up a coffee on the way, and I was feeling the need for a mid-morning boost before all the walking and talking and browsing. I got off at the other end and walked to meet my friends, on time, but without much to spare. We took a little detour through a park, and I was delighted to see that as well as the usual little market stalls they have there on a Saturday, there was one of those little coffee trucks. I insisted we stop, got myself a drink, and sipped it while my friends browsed the stalls for a bit. We had some time before lunch and checked out one or two of the shops near the cafe, and as we stepped out from one of them in to the cold air I noticed the caffeine starting to nudge at my bladder. I've probably gotten used to that ritual of a mid-morning drink and a break straight after, but if I really ignore it, that urge can fade comfortably away for quite while, so I just focused on our conversation as we headed to lunch. We sat indoors at a corner table, and the birthday girl headed off to the bathroom. I felt a bit of a jealous twinge myself, but also that strange, vague contentment I get from denying myself, feeling both strong and silly, in a way. I think this was when I decided I was consciously going to avoid breaks, although I'm not sure I'd decided how long for. When she got back we ordered, and my other friend insisted we get some wine, it being a celebration. I made myself drink a little water before our drinks came, and again before food. The meal flew by, and by the time we left, we were into mid-afternoon. By now I had a sort of warm, comfy tug of need , quite a steady feeling of minor pressure,. My mouth was a little dry from the talking an the wine, and I clumsily refilled my water bottle from the jug on the table before we left. My other friend, who was not the birthday popped to the loo before we left, saying she how much she hated the toilets in the shopping centre. This reminded me of the mission I'd found myself on, and I felt a little vague cramp from my bladder at the thought off all that walking without relief. The cold air outside seemed to intensify my need a little ,as it always does. As we walked to the shops I found I was clenching just a little as I walked, my jeans felt a little tight, and I had the occasional tight feeling of urgency, but I could certainly wait, and I intended to. I was feeling relaxed, adventurous. Perhaps it was the wine! I took a big swig of water as we got to the shopping centre and first shop was quite quick – just a few bits of makeup. I was feeling pretty in control, the slight tightness still there but nothing major. I got a bit cocky, perhaps and decided to finish my water bottle in next shop. We were there a while, looking for a present for a friend, and while we debated out choices I took regular, casual sips of water. Eventually we got a consensus and headed out. Now things got more earnest. Clothes shopping. Friend A wanted a coat, and friend B needed a dress for a party, and we had our work cut out. I hadn't quite succeeded in finishing my water, so I threw it all back in a big gulp before we got to the next shop. We headed up an escalator and for some reason standing still while in motion made me notice my bladder that bit more. I wasn't in pain but I was distracted, a little sweaty even, and found I wasn't quite concentrating as well. My bladder felt heavy, and I noticed a slight throbbing feeling start as we stepped off. After the first clothes shop I was walking a little slower than my friends, being a bit ginger with my swollen bladder but I'm pretty sure I wasn't betraying my need at all. My friend's dress search took a while and involved a lot of time hanging around the changing rooms. The waiting made me notice my need to pee just that bit more – the throbbing was building just a little. I could have sat down on the benches nearby but I stood, shifting my weight a little from foot to foot, and that helped a lot. The dress search was still on and we popped next door. I was clenching my teeth a little as waves of pressure appeared from time to time, but I was still pretty controlled overall. I spotted something I sort of liked myself, and my friends pressed me to try it on. Getting changed was actually a little bit torturous, for me, the private space, the freeing feeling of getting my jeans off, but no release. I studied the dress, rubbed my hand a little over my bladder to soothe it. I felt a little thrill for being secretly squirmy in a public space, imagined the shock and shame of just letting go in the changing room. (I wouldn't, of course, I never make a mess for anyone else to deal with... but the image was delicious!) Dress duly scrutinised, and rejected, I queued up with my friend while she bought hers. I find queues are brilliantly awful places when you need to go. Time just stops. Eventually we left, and it was getting near evening. Friend B needed to head off soon, and suggested we grab a quick coffee before she went. I have a sort of rule, when I'm holding, that I won't deliberately avoid drinks, if they're offered, so we went to a cafe in the centre. I had a green tea, and filled my bottle up again from the water station by the till. I had my legs crossed on the hard cafe chair but was pretty pleased with how my little adventure was going. I felt tense, full, basically on top of things, but uncomfortable, the throbs starting to feel a little achey now. We drank our drinks quite quickly, and said goodbye to friend B. We were pretty shopped out, and friend A (the birthday girl) had some time to kill before she had to head out for dinner nearby. We walked out of the shopping centre, and as we left the cold air seemed to give me a real squeeze, my bladder feeling big and tight all of a sudden. I clenched my hand in my pocket and made myself breathe, focus on my conversation. We agreed we'd head for a quick drink before I caught my train back. My friend led us to a pub, and I found each step a little uncomfortable after my day without breaks. I found myself thinking about what sort of bathrooms the pub might have. I interrupted that thought and gave myself a 'No, Vee, we're almost there, you'll wait til you get home', kind of pep talk. I find that holding has that sort of momentum, sometimes, I don't like to ruin it by giving in too early. The green tea had taken some effect by now and I was noticing a sort of twingy, tingly feeling as we got in to the bar. The place was pretty busy I said I'd get the drinks, while my friend found us a table. Queueing at the bar I noticed I was squeezing my muscles to keep the feelings under control. I was sure I could wait, but I was finding it was taking more and more effort to keep things composed. I distracted myself by playing on my phone for a bit,, and my friend had helpfully text me to tell me where she'd sat. I took our drinks and found my friend, who less helpfully, immediately excused herself to go the loo when I arrived. I said I didn't need to join her, and would guard our table, instead, and I got myself as comfortable as I could while I waited for her, taking off my coat and draping an arm across my twitchy abdomen. I found myself fidgeting with my fingers a little, and found the throbbing sensation was getting more insistent. My friend seemed to take forever getting back to our table. While I waited I tried to think how long it was since my last pee, thinking fondly of my bathroom at home. I had one of those thoughts I have when I hold in company, realising that people might think it odd that hadn't used the toilet at all, so I resolved I 'd dive off when my friend got back, for appearances sake. We chatted a bit when she got back, and I excused myself and went off to the ladies. My bladder twinged hopefully when I got myself there, but I wasn't going to give in some easily. I waited for a stall, slipped in, and squeezed my legs together. I could do this. I decided to add something extra to the adventure, and fished the pad out of my bag. I breathed deeply, decided against sitting down in case I failed, and got my jeans and panties down. The action sparked a twitchy, urgent feeling but I got control, put the pad in place, and redressed. I was a bit rushed, wanting to get it over with as soon as possible, and I realised the shaky feeling I get when I'm starting to find control harder had arrived. I expected it would be better once I left, so I washed my hands hastily - and wow, that was hard. The water on my hands made my bladder leap, and for a minute I thought I'd have to rush back to the stall. I focused on my breath, made myself compose my face in the mirror, I looked sort of flustered, my mouth drawn tight – and dried my hands before heading back to the table. As we talked I was hunched forward in my chair, leaning closer to hear my friend, with one leg crossed,, and the posture really helped control the prodding discomfort my bathroom trip had triggered. I tried not to think too much about the train journey home, the spectacle of a wet spot on my jeans as I shuffled home coming to mind. The pad in my knickers felt kind of inviting - perhaps after my earlier experiments with them, my mind associated them with some release, as well as that sort of secure feeling I get from some padding, when I'm desperate. The vague awareness of security and temptation was perversely enjoyable. We finished our drinks – I'd let my friend do a lot of the talking in the last few minutes, while I tried to ignore my insistent need - and said our goodbye. I made myself walk quickly to the station, hoping to get an earlier train maybe, and the bouncing of my feet of the pavement jolted my bladder quite sharply. I felt heavy, my jeans were definitely a bit less comfy now, and I toyed with undoing my top button, but decided to keep walking. The wait on the cold platform for the train seemed impossibly long. I walked in a small circle on the platform, the motion distracting me from the tugging cramps I was getting quite often now. When the train arrived I rushed on, turned towards a seat, but decided to stand, allowing myself the space to shift my weight from foot to foot. I fumbled with my headphones as a distraction, listened to some music. As I got them out of my bag I noticed my full water bottle, and while I didn't really want to add anything to my day's intake, I reasoned that I'd had booze, coffee, tea, so it was best to hydrate. I crossed my legs as I took a slightly shaky sip, then another, before putting the bottle back, trying not to count down the stops back to mine. By the time I got off I had a fairly constant throb in my abdomen and could only think about getting home as quickly as a I could. I strode off, not being able to face the wait for a bus. Even if it might have been quicker overall, I couldn't stand the uncertain wait, after being on the platform earlier. At least this way I was in motion, in control, and I walked in time to the music, every step letting my bladder know that relief was coming, an the feeling on tension started to build as I got closer to home. Even when I'm not holding, consciously at least, I'm terrible for latch key desperation. I shuffled my keys out of my bag, crossing my legs as a discreetly as I could while I rummaged around. It felt nice to squeeze against the soft dry pad. The throb from below felt like a countdown timer I had no control over, and I felt I was racing to beat it through to the bathroom. My muscles felt quite tight and tired from holding on so long, and I imagined how good it would feel to unclench them. Mistake. As I shut the door, I felt a sort of shaky judder, and a little warmth, maybe? Had I leaked a little?..No time to worry, anyway, the pad would be fine. I dropped my bag and coat, my knees feeling quite wobbly, my breath was quite tight, and I was poised to rush to the bathroom at full tilt. I made myself stop for a second, just to see if I could. I managed it, standing quite upright, dancing a little from toe to toe. I considered my state . I'd made it, after all, and I deserved to enjoy the release. All the way home I'd pictured myself sat on the toilet, panting with relief, but when I'd got to the doorstep, I had a fleeting thought of dropping my keys, or failing to find them at all, and feeling the hours of tension burst and just soaking my jeans. I couldn't really decide how to end my hold, and in a way, I didn't want to. I was pacing a little bit now, my bladder twisting and pushing at me to make a choice. I gritted my teeth and tried to think. I didn't really want to have to wash the jeans, as I didn't have many clean, and was overdue some laundry, and the longer I dithered, the more of a risk that was. So, laundry....that was it! I'd do 'one more thing' before going. I always like that as a challenge, and one I'd focused on the practical job at hand, I felt I recovered a bit of composure. So I headed off to fetch the laundry basket. . Bending down was quite painful, and I definitely felt a little trickle as I set the basket down on the floor. I made a little gasp, and started dancing a little from foot to foot. Almost there! I loaded the machine, grabbing an old pair of pyjama bottoms out as I did. I headed to the bathroom with the pyjamas in one hand, bent over at the waist now, my bladder pulsing constantly, hard and angry. I yanked my jeans down as quickly as a I could - felt as if events had a mind of their own now and I was going to go soon, regardless. I stepped out of the jeans and kicked them in to the corner in case of any more leaks. I stood up straight, pressed my thighs together for a second, The pad seemed to be pretty dry, having dealt with the leaks alright. I pulled my knickers down a little, snuck a look. I'd definitely leaked, but it didn't seem to be too bad, and the material has done its magic already. Pulling them down had a been a step too far, though, and I felt myself using every last bit of effort to stop the little dribble that escaped from turning in to a flood. I pulled them up, grabbed the pyjamas and stepped in to the shower. As I was pulling the trousers on I could feel myself giving in, the familiarity of the shower letting me relax finally, and I shivered as felt the first wave of moisture spreading over the pad, a tiny warm trickle at the side. I watched a smalll dark patch appear at the front, spread gradually down one leg. I could feel the liquid pooling over the pad as the flow got faster, some of it flowing towards the back, making the pyjamas cling there, but most of it escaping down the inside of my left leg. I felt light headed, still a little shaky, and gradually, as I kept going, my feet in the middle of a little puddle, the feeling of relief started to arrive, my shoulders relaxed, and a I gave a deep, low sigh. I held on to the shower wall to steady myself a bit, and took a while to take in the aftermath, before quickly getting in to cleanup mode, carefully binning the pad, getting the laundry done, and texting my friends to tell them how much I'd enjoyed the day out – and the wine!
  10. Right, so this isn’t a long story, but I thought I’d share a little ‘creative’ use of pads that occurred to me. The other day I was out with work colleagues for a celebratory lunch at one of our favourite places around the corner. One of our directors was paying and I had been dealing with a volunteer at the front area of the office, so when the whole herd of work folks met me at the door and told me we were all going out for lunch, I grabbed my coat and joined them. This of course meant that I did not have my purse… There were about ten of us, and we settled into a larger booth and started ordering. Now many of my work colleagues can be a little intense at times, but we do know how to let our hair down so to speak. It wasn’t long before funny stories and anecdotes were being swapped back and forth. Someone put a new spin on an old inside office joke and I laughed very hard (and almost spilled my tea). I kind of lost myself in laughing and almost didn’t feel the inevitable accompanying leak of pee into my panties. After a good hearty laugh that lasted I don’t know how long, I composed myself and became more aware of the situation. I felt very wet between my legs, and I knew that it was one of those more serious leaks. Not a couple of droplets easily absorbed by the gusset of my panties, but the kind where panties get soaked, and if one could, if one were sitting down, also get one’s other clothing wet. I carefully weighed my options, I wasn’t at the end of the booth, so quickly nipping out wasn’t an option, I was going to have to get people to move to let me out to visit the loo. I could also wait until the end of lunch and then just make sure I was the last person out of the booth and in the group so no one would see a potential wet spot. I also didn’t know the extent of the damage and whether it would be visible to my work colleagues. This wasn’t too likely, as I was wearing a black pencil skirt with a slip, so even if the wetness had gotten all the way through, I needed more information so I shifted my body and surreptitiously reached my hand under my bum to feel for damage. Was it damp? Or was that just from the pleather of the seat and my body? Regardless, I didn’t feel a huge wet spot, so that was reassuring. I decided that I should probably change quickly, so that my accident didn’t soak through and become visible. So with as little fanfare as possible, I excused myself from the table and asked a couple of my colleagues to get up to let me out (squeezing past them was not an option given the potential dampness of my skirt). I exited in such a way as to keep my bum away from the table, and ended up making a somewhat circuitous loop to the washroom to avoid showing everyone my potentially wet backside. Once in the washroom I rolled my skirt around to inspect the damage. There was a faint wet patch on the bum area which was almost invisible given its size and the colour and material of the skirt. Rolling this up and pulling my panties down revealed that my slip and panties had caught most of the accident. There was a substantial wet spot on the satin slip, which I padded with balled up toilet paper. My panties were another story. They were soaked. I slipped these off. As you can see, I had completely soaked the gusset. I was surprised that I hadn’t got my skirt more wet, and quietly commended myself for nipping off to the loo when I had, rather than sitting there and letting things soak through. While emptying my not very full bladder I weighed my options. I normally carry a spare pair of panties in a little baggie in my purse, but this was of course back at work. I could slip off my panties and go commando for the rest of lunch. This didn’t seem like the best of ideas, as jokes were still bouncing around the table, and despite my taking the precaution of emptying my bladder now, there was no guarantee of avoiding further little oops moments due to laughter. While this particular skirt is knee length, so the chances of my flashing anyone were negligible, I am not really one for going without undies. Instead, I opted for drying my panties as best I could with toilet paper and paper towel. It’s when I went over to the sink to grab some paper towel that I noticed a new addition to the bathroom – a little basket of pads and tampons. This has been a growing trend out here on the west coast, a group call the Period Promise succeeded in getting free pads and tampons in school washrooms and has been pushing for free menstrual products. While we come into this place a couple times a year to celebrate as an office, I hadn’t noticed the basket there before. I quickly rummaged through the basket and found a pad with wings (there were only two options, pads and tampons, and nothing fancy). Having padded my panties as dry as they were going to get with paper, I unwrapped the pad, and stuck it into my still wet panties. I wrapped the wings around the gusset, and was pleased that the entire wet spot was wrapped in pad! Usually you use a pad to keep your panties dry (or clean), but in this situation I used the pad to keep my already wet panties off my skin and cloths. I straightened out my clothes, and made sure that the wet spot on my skirt was invisible (it was), washed my hands, checked my makeup and hair briefly, and headed back out to lunch. I was glad that I opted for the pad, as despite my precautionary pee, I had another small leak towards the end of lunch, again the result of one laughing, but this time it was a small leak. I could feel the dampness on my lips though, and was mostly confident in the pad catching it. After lunch, we headed back to the office. I wasn’t able to change right away, as lunch had gone a little long and my post-lunch appointment was waiting for me, but as soon as I could, I grabbed my purse and quickly changed in into my emergency backup panties in the washroom. Just for good measure, I swapped in a fresh Always Discreet pad I also pack in my purse. The rest of the day was uneventful. Rach p.s. If you enjoyed this story and wanted a souvenir, the panties in question are still available for sale and they are delightfully dirty. Here's me in the panties from a photoshoot on another day:
  11. I asked my pad boy to wee in his pad mid-day before changing it, and thought that I'd better do the same. As you can see, period pads, even really thick ones, are not perfectly suited to moderate wetting accidents. This pad managed to keep my panties mostly dry, though I did have a little wet spot on the inside of the gusset. Here's the photo-essay Panties are available to a good home! Let me know if you are interested! Rachel
  12. I found this experience lurking in a puddle in my hard drive, I seem to have forgotten to post it a while back, so this happened, just a considerable time ago. And so with that introductions… As many of you know I had a bad flu a while back and it led me to take a bunch of days off work. I was sneezing a lot and as a result, leaking a lot. I took to wearing Goodnites around the house and in bed while I recovered. However when I when I went back to work, to face a huge backlog of emails among other things, I decided to just wear pads. If I don’t wait to the last minute, and have a full bladder, a big sneeze usually just causes a little leak on my part; the kind of leak that is easily captured by any of the regular UI pads out there, and even just plain old regular period pads. So I slipped a couple of extra period pads into my purse and stuck one into my blue cotton panties and headed to work after a rather rough morning. I slipped on a professional looking black pencil skirt, ankle socks, flats, and a ‘nothing special’ light purple blouse, with a blazer over top. I wanted to look professional even it I still felt pretty bad. For those who are keeping track and this will be relevant later on, I had one pad in my panties, and the addition of two spares along with my regular pad I always carry around, meant that I had three in my purse. Four pads, should be enough to get a girl through the day, right? I had needed two mugs of strong tea to get myself going in the morning and despite using a the loo before leaving my flat, I was full and a solid 7 on the desperation scale by the time I stepped off the Skytrain on the final leg of my way to work. Walking out of the station, I turned up the road and stopped dead in my tracks. The sea of commuters coming and going broke around me like a river around a stone. I scarcely had time to cover my mouth, squeeze my legs together, and bear down when a huge set of three sneezes rocked through my sinuses. My efforts to stop a leak were in vain and several large squirts of pee flooded my pad. My face was already red from the sneezes but stayed that way as I composed myself and headed up the street to work. Of course no one could have known that I had soaked myself while sneezing in the middle of a crowded street, though I’m sure some of the female commuters might have suspected. I made a beeline for the loo once I arrived at work and promptly changed my pad. My panties were fortunately dry and I had an ample supply of pads. I also peed and then headed back in to greet my team and work through the daunting wall of emails that had piled up in my absence. After about an hour of solid emails I got up and headed into the kitchen to get some more tea as I was still feeling stuffy. I chatted with co-workers and volunteers and then went back to my email hell. It was about 10:00 am. I was concentrating on a rather tricky email around 10:30 am when without warning my sinuses let forth a torrent of sneezes. Sometimes you get that tickling in your nose when a sneeze is about to happen, or that big build up somewhere in your head. Well, this wasn’t one of those times. I just exploded without warning, spraying my computer screen and keyboard and the pad stuck inside my panties with hot droplets! I finished the email, which took another 15 minutes, before scampering to the washroom to swap out my pad. I’m used to this, when I was younger and had more regular leaking issues I’d often go for longer durations between changes, even if my pad was wet, or even when it was very wet and threatening to leak. A teenage Rachel wasn’t one to draw attention to herself by asking to use the washroom 15 minutes after having returned from a visit. I wasn’t that my teachers all didn’t know to let me use the loo when I had to, but I didn’t want my peers to notice my overly frequent bathroom visits. So I’m used to sitting in a damp pad and staying on task. I grabbed my purse, and headed to the washroom, stopping by the kitchen to put the kettle on, on my way. Because it seemed like it was going to be one of those days, I slipped my panties off and snapped a picture of my second leak of the day: As you can see, the pad did a pretty good job keeping my underwear good and dry. Except for a tiny part of the inside gusset which caught a drop or two. The kettle was boiled by the time I got back to the kitchen and I made myself a mug of tea and headed back to my desk. I worked for another solid hour, and well into the lunch break powering through messages like a pro. My tea mug was drained by noon. It was my bladder that got me up, that and you know, the need for lunch. I joined my colleagues and volunteers around 12:30 and we caught up and bantered for a while. But not after visiting the loo to pee. My pad was dry and I was feeling a little jittery from the caffeine and a little stuffy from the flu. I slipped off my panties all the same for another shot, resolved to share my leaky day with all you perverts. Here’s my pad and panties, dry… for now. Mid-way through lunch, around 1:00, I was just standing up by the sink filling the kettle for yet another mug of tea, when I felt a sneeze coming on. This one had the courtesy(?) to give me some warning, and so I tightly crossed my legs, bore down with my PC muscles, and covered my face with my arm. It was only one sneeze and one small leak that followed. My counter-measures seemed to have worked. I carried on as though nothing had happened and finished my lunch. I did visit the washroom before heading back to work though, and thought I should swap out pads, given that this one was damp. It probably could have taken several more leaks, and had I known I would not have changed, but I aired on the side of keeping my things dry and stuck a fresh pad into my panties. I made a mug of herbal tea, knowing how caffeine (and green tea) work on my bladder. I was back at my desk at 1:30. Ear buds in, fingers flying, working as hard as I could. You know when you get in the mode and nothing can distract you? I sipped tea, blew my nose when it ran, covered my face when I sneezed, and pressed on. Over the course of the next hour I must have sneezed three or four times, each of which was accompanied by a tiny leak. I tried to power through, not wanting to keep having to pop up and use the loo. By about 2:30 I took a mental break and played some Candy Crush on my phone. I was tired and feeling a little stuffy. I also felt wet. I could feel the wetness of the pad against my body and I knew that I would need to change it very soon, or risk getting my panties and skirt wet, if they were not wet already. I was also in need of the loo, given the rigorous course of tea I was following. I got up, grabbed my purse and headed to the washroom. I pulled down my panties, slipped them off and took another few shorts for you all. Looking at the pictures, I can’t really tell that the pad was wet, maybe my leaks were smaller than I thought. I pulled out my last pad (the backup pad I try to always carry) and affixed it to my panties. I wasn’t too worried. It was about 2:45, and I reckoned this pad could last me the rest of the day if I took more regular bathroom breaks. Was I worried? I was too busy with work to worry too much and dove back into my many tasks. The tea was really working its way through my system, and I definitely had drunk too much over the course of the day, because at 3:15, when I had scarcely at down at my desk, I felt like I was about a 7 on the scale. I hadn’t really noticed the other stages, such was my work frenzy. The nagging worry about the pad situation propelled me to get up and head to the washroom promptly. Empty handed, I wandered down the hall where I greeted a couple co-workers and volunteers, chatting briefly with one, before I ducked into the washroom. Just as I entered my body started giving me signals that it was ready to sneeze. Now? I was so close to the toilet! But no, my sinuses were not going to let me get my underwear down, and so I froze just inside the doorway of the washroom, and because I was alone in there, squeezed my legs together and shoved my hand between my legs. It didn’t help much and this small sneezing fit was accompanied with a series of significant leaks. I hurried into a stall and had my skirt hiked up and panties down lightening fast. I changed out the pad while I peed furiously into the toilet. I didn’t bring my purse or phone with my on this trip so I wasn’t able to snap any pictures. Not that it mattered, my purse was devoid of pads. I also had to dry myself, wash my hands, and walk back to my desk where I rummaged around my purse frantically for change for the pad machine in the washroom. I found a lone loonie (I mean who uses cash anymore, right?), and went back to the washroom to buy one of the generic periods pads from the machine. I blushed a little walking back, in case any of the other people in the office were keeping track of my bathroom visits. Of course they weren’t, but I couldn’t stop myself from thinking this. I stuck the generic pad into my panties, and went back to my desk. My bladder was full within 30 minutes and I hopped up again and hurried off to the washroom. This time, despite my best efforts, I ended up standing and talking to one of our volunteers for a good 10 minutes. It was getting close to 4:00pm at this point. I could not end the conversation any quicker and so I bore down, crossed my legs, and worked through the issue with the volunteer. A minute into the conversation I sneezed once. Countermeasures held and there was only a small leak. We continued on until maybe 8 minutes into the conversation, where a couple of sneezes cropped up. Because I was face to face with another human, my priority was covering my mouth and turning away, and I dropped my counter measures. Or rather, I just didn’t concentrate as hard as I have to in order to forestall a serious leak. I flooded the generic machine pad with a powerful squirt of pee, and felt it wet against my nether lips. I’ve used these pads before (when in a similar pinch) and while they might absorb a decent amount, they don’t do it quickly, and sometimes pee will just flood out the sides before the material can absorb the liquid. I had no way of knowing how bad the leak was, but I didn’t feel anything on my inner thighs or hear a dripping, so I suppose that was good. I wrapped up the conversation as quickly as I could and scampered to the washroom to inspect the damage and for a much needed pee. As you can see, the pad did an ok job of protecting against my leak: I now had a dilemma. While I had my purse and phone with my, I did not have another loonie. I also desperately needed another pad. This was not one of those ‘it will be ok scenarios.’ It was 4pm, I had at least an hour to go at work, and I had leaked numerous times during the day. A wad of toilet paper was not going to cut it either. I worked through my options and balanced asking a colleague for a dollar, or asking one for a pad. Both were not really my style. I was definitely too embarrassed to ask one of my many female office mates to borrow a pad. I could try to raid the petty cash in the kitchen? I headed over into the kitchen and looked for the petty cash box. Unfortunately on the way there I got sidetracked by a volunteer who had an issue and I needed to hurry over to his work station to deal with it right away. It was a challenging issue and I ended up standing there helping him solve it for more than 30 minutes. Mid-way through the conversation I excused myself and turned to politely sneeze into my elbow, and I felt the associated leak down below. I was almost comforted by the fact that I was wearing a pad for a moment, before I realized that I was not in fact wearing protection, and they my panties were most definitely wet. I pressed on with the conversation, acutely aware of my wet underwear. By the time we had wrapped up it was about 4:40 pm and I made a beeline for the petty cash. I extracted some change and headed back to the washroom. To my consternation, when I inserted the coin in the machine and turned the little lever I got nothing. Either the machine ate my money or was out of pads, either way, I was out of luck. I thought I could try the washroom on another floor, so I went back to the petty cash and grabbed some more change, and then scurried out of the loo and headed to the washroom downstairs. I couldn’t remember is this washroom had a pad/tampon machine and a quick scan revealed that it did. I worked the machine and got a random pad in a little box. Clutching this in my hand I hopped into a stall, pulled down my wet panties, and inspected them while making an effort to empty my bladder. I took a couple of artful images of my wet panties in the stall. It looks as though someone before me didn’t quite make it. These leaks are not mine, but someone either hovered and shook off and dribbled on the floor, or didn’t quite reach the loo in time… My initial photo shoot with my blue panties had taken a little longer than I has anticipated, and I needed to get back to my desk to wrap up a couple of emails before heading home for the day. So I rummaged through my purse and found the little baggie with my backup panties in it. I quickly slipped on the magenta panties I found there and stuffed my blue panties into the baggie unceremoniously. I then unboxed the pad, stuck it into my panties, pulled them up and scampered back upstairs to my desk. The lesson here was always have spare panties on hand if you are prone to leaks. Anyhow, I hurried through the last emails of the day and left work only about 15 minutes late. I was still feeling stuffy but I was also feeling a little naughty and I decided not to visit the washroom before braving public transit. I decided I was going to just let any accident that happened during my trip home happen, and that I’d have some fund when I got home. I did have a couple additional sneezes while on the SkyTrain and walking the last leg of my commute, all of which resulted in additional leaks. Because there were people around, on these occasions I was carefully to take all the appropriate countermeasures (bearing down, leg crossing), and the leaks were small. In the elevator up to my flat, I sensed a sneeze coming and this time I did nothing and just relaxed. The resulting squirt of hot pee flooded my pad and suffused my girl parts in warm wetness. I was, fortunately, alone on the elevator. I felt warm wetness rubbing against my intimate parts as I walked to my flat. I had the place to myself for another hour, as my hubby was also getting home late this day. So stripped down to my panties at the front door and I wandered into the washroom. I extracted my blue panties from their baggie, and snapped a couple more pictures. There’s something very sensual about walking about naked but for a pair of panties and a soaked pad. It’s like walking around the house in nothing but a wet Goodnite. Squatting down to take these pictures was exquisite, as I could feel the wet pad I was wearing rubbing against my nether lips. I relished the warm squish of the wet pad as I snapped these. I then slipped off the magenta emergency panties and took one last picture of them. I would have taken more but I was tingling between my legs and as I was already naked, I jumped into the shower and brought myself to a delightfully wet orgasm while I made sure I was clean ‘down there’ after all of those leaks! Then I changed into a Goodnite and comfortable pyjamas and went about fixing myself some soup. Happy holidays everyone! Rachel
  13. View File Eva Kay wets tights with pad CW: Nudity Submitter mrbobert Submitted 01/14/2022 Category Female  
  14. Long time no see! I've got another shower experience for you. Those of you who saw my last post know that most of my omo experience comes from the shower, and this is no different, except... It was a wetting! My very first deliberate wetting! My period had just ended and I was wearing a pad when I woke up. As usual, I woke up desperate, so as soon as my parents left for the day I had an idea: take a shower, but wet my pad instead of not wearing anything. My first thought was to sit on the toilet. I used to accidentally wet through my underwear on the toilet all the time when I was little. When you're desperate, sometimes you forget! However, I sat there and squirmed for a few minutes, and nothing came. I was just too well trained to wet my underwear anymore. So, the shower it was. I removed my socks and shorts and sat on my bath chair, squirming desperately and holding myself, hoping to truly lose control. And, it happened! Spurt after spurt entered my padded undies as I continued to squirm. I could feel the urine pool between my legs before flowing down toward my butt. It stopped, and I shifted, feeling my wet pad beneath me. I wasn't done, though, I still had to go. But, no matter how long I sat there, no more came. So, I turned on the faucet and placed my hand under the warm water. It took a long time, but before I knew it I was full-on wetting, not just spurts. The pad began to leak, so I shifted to watch my pee flood the chair beneath me. I must have really had to.go, it was a LOT. When I was done, I removed my undies and saw how flooded my pad was, and my wet underwear. I wrung out the pad before throwing it away, and put my wet clothes in the laundry when I was done showering. Nobody will ever know.
  15. just so u know i am a nonbinary man (my gender has fluctuated a lot i was genderless then bigender now im nb man. dont worry about it) and pls respect that!!! thanks anyways oh my ufcking god ok so i work at a coffee and donut place and i get free drinks and i put my testosterone gel on before work today and well. i was horny alll day and decided to hold my peee... i fucking. peed during my break but held it for the rest of my shift after that (a 6 hour shift) and i drank 2 small waters and 2 medium coffees... anyways my friend told me how to hold it and shit and i was borderline Leaking. like i stood up to get the pads ready and had to hold myself cuz it almost all came rushing out. anyways my friend told me i could go at a certain time and i held it! and then let it rip and well. just watch this LOL https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/12edPmWTb0rpxhN8FST25kgpjfviG5njb?usp=sharing i needed it so fucking bad Holy Shit. i was legit at a 10. anyways hi video0.mov oh ym god it submitted the vid twice OKK. either link works ok
  16. View File My First Adult Diaper Panty Leak FAIL I have long-awaited the day where I'd get to wear & wet my first adult diaper and get into little-space! This is new to me! (= Adult diapers are very expensive, but I found these adult diaper disposable underwear to give a spin! I now know I definitely need the real thing, because...well, you'll see! I try on my first pair and model them in my bedroom for you, showing off my curves and big booty! It feels so cute and fun to be even a little padded! The fun colorful designs on them are soooo my thing. I'm sure you can see the fun I'm having already! I really, really, really have to go pee; I've been holding it forever just for you! I take you to the bathroom, where I model my first adult diaper panty some more for you! Then, it's time to test these out, as I find they are not very absorbent and make a HUGE leaky mess!!!! I show off my gross puddle princess mess and my soaked adult diaper disposable panty from the front and the back! Can you tell I'm hooked to this new lifestyle already??? Guess I need to invest in some real diapers!!! ); I hope you enjoy it! I had so much fun making it!!!! Submitter melikai Submitted 06/27/2021 Category Female  
  17. Hi, Today I'm alone in my home, so I wanted to play a little. I've always wondered how wetting a pad feels. So today I've tried. I fell weird but quite nice. I want to do that again one day. :3 Also here's the pics of my wet panties and pad.
  18. Hoo boy!~ I had the most interesting morning today! So, I recently engaged in a little pull up adventure, I wrote about it, and I loved it so much I wanted to do something like that again!!! Buuuut, unfortunately I'm kinda out. But I'm a resourceful little girl! Like many of you have before I used a certain absorbent device that may or may not have been designed for something else entirely to create a make-shift diaper. Eight of them to be exact! They were pretty thing, four in the front, and four in the back, for ultimate coverage! (Spoiler, it didn't leak ^w^). I made my little science experiment around 4 am, stuffing them into my panties, trying to spread them out so that all parts of body touched them, it wasn't for a real purpose, other than I wanted it to 'feel' like a diaper, y'know? And if it was in one area, sure it'd work as a diaper, but I wouldn't get that, "I'm a little girl wearing a diaper" feeling! Once I put it on I went into my backyard where I began to fun! I found a nice place by my woods put my hands against a tree, and let go~ First I had a number two, It came out surprisingly nice and easy, it felt all squishy, hehe~ Then, I had my number one! I was standing there for a while! I had been holding for the majority of the night, and every few seconds I wondered if my 'diaper' was going to give out, surprisingly when I was all good and done, it didn't!!! And I had a wonderful warm feeling trapped inside my absorbent little undies. At that point, it was time to begin, the games! You see, I was outside for a reason, and that was because I had a select list of activities planned out for the night. Firstly, I have a relic of my childhood in my backyard, it's a swing right? But the swing is this little horsey, I love riding it when no one's lookin' it makes me feel so little! So naturally, I sat my little self down on the swing, and of course that spread my mess all around, I took a moment to hop! Letting it squish and squash about, Before swinging on the set back and forth for a few seconds! After that, I went toward a bench, sitting down, like a good girl! At this point my mess was flattened out! Perfectly even! And I took my phone out of my shirt pocket, and began to watch as many little princess potty training videos as I can handle, at full volume too! No one caught me, but I was imagining someone hearing it, coming outside to investigate, and finding my sitting down in a very wet and messy homemade diapee watchin' potty training videos for baby girls. The final fun time activity, was somethin' that I'm personally into separate from omo, and that's wedgies! I love the feeling it gives and I have, just the most perfect tree in my yard to dangle from! I stacked up some of our firewood and used it to reach these two hooks that come out of the tree, made sure to put the leg holes onto it, and boop! I kicked the logs and squeaked in my own perfect diaper wedgie! The padding absorbed most of the pain, but (this may be pretty gross, so warning) some of the mess went running down my pants and out of my legs since the wedgie displaced it, but the padding was fine! I 'hanged out' for a few minutes until my panties ripped and I fell down. When all was said and done, and I had less of a diaper and more of a mess, I cleaned up, packed everything into a bag, tossed it in the bin, and took a very long shower for clean up time!! I even took a little picture of my padding in the grass before dumping it, BUT, I don't think I can upload it, because even though I closed it, there's some poop showing in the picture, so sorry! I hope you enjoyed reading my story! I love doing things like this, and I love hearing what you think of it a heck of a lot more! Thank you!
  19. Well usually I’m a good girl who wears clean cute cotton panties to work, unless I’m wearing panties for two days for a customer, but yesterday I was feeling particularly naughty. So rather than reaching into my drawer for a clean pair, or even into the laundry for a pair from a previous day, I went into my stash of panties I reserve for naughty times. Panties that I’ve wet a couple of times, or stained horribly in one way or the other. I found this lovely pair of white cotton panties with cute little navy blue stars and purple moons, with a purple waistband. Here they are in their pristine, virginal, never worn state: Now you will not have seen these panties before as they came in a pack that didn’t fit all that well (permanent wedgies), and they aren’t quite 100% cotton so they don’t absorb pee as well. So I reserved them for extra naughty times in and around the house. A couple of months ago when I was in the mood, I pulled the panties on inside a Goodnite, and had a rather significant #2 accident in them just because I wanted to see how badly this kind of accident would stain a pair of panties. I immediately washed them in the shower and sink, and this was the result. They were then laundered in the laundry and the shameful stain remained. So these embarrassingly stained panties were relegated to the naughty bin and I ignored them for months. The yesterday morning, while I was getting dressed, I was feeling a little naughty, and rummaged around and pulled these out. There’s something about wearing dirty panties to work, but there’s quite something else about wearing clean panties that you’ve permanently and shamefully stained. Their tendency to give me a wedgie only reminded me that they were there all day long! I pulled on a pair of black work slacks over top of them, along with a tasteful tan blouse. I went through the whole day, and would occasionally be reminded that I was wearing these adorable panties and stained panties when they got a little too uncomfortable bunched up in my bum. I got them a little more dirty in the back due to the wedgie and my lunchtime bathroom visit, but only a little bit, I’m a good girl who wipes properly. Anyhow, at lunch, I decided to have a little more fun, and so I bought a pad from the machine in the random washroom I visited, and slipped it into my panties: It was one of the cheap kinds of pads that come in a box in the machines, but I sometimes like those, as they are way too thick and make me feel like I have been a bad girl for forgetting to bring a pad with me. So this was going through my mind while I had a quiet afternoon at work. At about 2 pm, I got up for another mug of tea and felt like I could also benefit from a bathroom visit. I wandered into the bathroom to find it empty and my naughtiness levels increasing. Rather than go into the stall right away, I stood at the mirror and fixed my makeup, and as I did so, I carefully relaxed and let out one solid squirt into my pad and panties. I was feeling naughty enough that I wanted some wetting fun, but not so much so that I wanted wet trousers. I’m not the best at starting and stopping my pee, so it was a good solid 10 seconds of peeing. Unfortunately these cheap machine pads are really not good for pee accidents, and I felt my little accident flow off the side of the pad and dampen my inner right thigh. I bore down and stopped the flow and continued to fix my makeup for a few more minutes, revelling in the naughty feeling of having just peed my filthy panties at work. I was brought out of my revelry when the door opened and someone entered the washroom. She went directly into a stall, but I realized that I should probably do the same. So I relocated into the other unused stall and pulled down my pants and panties to inspect the damage. The wet stain on my trousers was invisible given the material and colour of the trousers, I removed them (after removing my shoes), and I dabbed them dry with some toilet paper. By this time the other person had wrapped up peeing, and was washing their hands, and sensing myself once again alone in the washroom, I pulled off my panties and took a few pictures of them on the floor of the stall. The pad was deliciously soaked with a rather dark blast of pee. I removed the pad and rolled it up, and found my panties mostly dry, the pad had at least protected them. So wrapped the pad in toilet paper, and threw it out in the little stall garbage, and then pulled my panties back on. I was throbbing at this point, aroused by what I had done and by the prospect of wearing the dirty panties for the rest of the day. I finished peeing in the toilet (like a good girl), wiped, pulled everything up, and went out to wash my hands. I had properly dampened the crotch of the panties by the time I got home. My hubby was thankfully home when I got back, and I was able to get a good and proper fuck almost immediately after getting home from work. I felt very dirty indeed stripping in front of him, and shyly did it facing him so that he did not see the stain on the back. He commented that he’d not seen me in those panties before, and I didn’t exactly answer him, but was careful to kick the panties under the bed in such a way that he would not see them. Sexy times ensued, and afterwards, rather than languish in bed, we both got up to go make dinner. I let him put his things on first and then slipped the panties back on underneath some comfortable pyjamas. I then spent the next 30 minutes chopping vegetables and oozing his juices and mine into the panties. Chopping complete, I hurried into the washroom to pee (which I should have done immediately after sexy times), and snapped these pictures of my dirty, now cum stained, panties. Anyhow, I hope you enjoyed this little experience. If you are interested in buying a pair of my dirty panties, do get in touch. You can learn more about how to order on my website: https://rachelkirwan.wixsite.com/panties Best Rachel
  20. View File Nerdy_Faery - Completely Soaking A Pad With My Pee Model: https://www.pornhub.com/model/nerdy_faery Submitter Reeve Submitted 09/13/2019 Category Peeing
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    I have long-awaited the day where I'd get to wear & wet my first adult diaper and get into little-space! This is new to me! (= Adult diapers are very expensive, but I found these adult diaper disposable underwear to give a spin! I now know I definitely need the real thing, because...well, you'll see! I try on my first pair and model them in my bedroom for you, showing off my curves and big booty! It feels so cute and fun to be even a little padded! The fun colorful designs on them are soooo my thing. I'm sure you can see the fun I'm having already! I really, really, really have to go pee; I've been holding it forever just for you! I take you to the bathroom, where I model my first adult diaper panty some more for you! Then, it's time to test these out, as I find they are not very absorbent and make a HUGE leaky mess!!!! I show off my gross puddle princess mess and my soaked adult diaper disposable panty from the front and the back! Can you tell I'm hooked to this new lifestyle already??? Guess I need to invest in some real diapers!!! ); I hope you enjoy it! I had so much fun making it!!!!
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    Cute little wetting video I filmed a while ago (you may have seen the pics in my status feed). I've been lacking motivation to film more complex videos, but hopefully the next one will be more than just simple wetting or messing. Also, this is the first time I've ever spoken on a video, so please don't laugh at my accent too much. ^^;
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    A woman shops for pads and diapers and then goes home to try them on. Enjoy, Rach
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