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  1. In past about 17 hours I I rummaged ALL POST @rachelkirwan made, which is almost 10000 posts. Phew~ I was looking for all story posted by her include one fiction and more then 100 experience, lots of the experience story is even longer than fiction! These story are just too good that I couldn't refrain myself from re-enjoy them again while I am doing this project! OK, let's get back to the point. I must be too tired now to focus on and I am still rewind 'a planned ultrasound accident' in my brain while typing... What I did in past 17 hours is search and collect all story her made ONE BY ONE BY HAND, plus some tiny edits include grammar & spelling(Ms. Kirwan I wasn't mean your story contain lots error, in fact I just found less than 15 grammar in all stories), font adjustment as well as rotation of some pics. And compile them into THREE different books (pants&panties, pads&diapers and bed wetting). Export them as EPUB. The rule of sorting: 1. One story will not appear in multiple books 2. Pants&panties compilation contain wetting without pads, diapers and bed wetting, but period pad is acceptable. 3. No special rules for the rest two collection. Volume of books: The pants&panties compilation contain 68,199 words, 40MB The pad&diaper compilation contain 107,899 words, 62MB The bed wetting compilation contain 11,636 word, 13.7MB Explanation of signs: The title of story include '()' means this story contain picture/s, and you could directly see them inside the file The title of story include '()' means this story contain video/s, and you could click the link inside to download them here in her original post To Ms.Kirwan: I am sorry I did this prior your authorization, if you think it's okay please tell me and I will post these books here and Apple Books as well. In view of the typesetting and collective arrangement I did remove some link of your store from some stories, however, I did made a editor note at the beginning of each books that include your link. Hope you don't mind this. BTW do you have any special plan for your upcoming 10000th post? If books success be posted: Guys, I need you help find out if there's any story (no matter what the length is) missing or any error or mismatching or misroute in this collection. Thank you! I don't know how to operate Lighrroom or photoshop so the cover in books might be blur or has an incongruous hue. I am appreciate if someone help me enhance the pictures. Covers of these books: Phew~ sleeping time See U~ P.S. R.I.P to me if I undergo a sudden death during sleeping.
  2. Sneezing Pad Leaks So there's something in the air this week that's been making me sneeze. As a result I’ve taken up my long-standing practice of wearing pads regularly. Yesterday, I wore a simply panty liner in my gray panties, and was lucky that it held one large squirt when I sneezed while working at my desk. If you look closely you can see that the pad was already quite sticky for other reasons, as I slipped this pad into my panties after my hubby and I had a lunch time quickie. This sneeze happened when my bladder was maybe 1/3 full, so it was only a little squirt. As you can see, my panties were kept dry. And the pad was only wet but not sodden. A couple of days ago I wore a thicker pad, and not one well-designed for pee pee leaks. It was taking up space in my bathroom cabinet, and y’all know that I do enjoy experimenting with pads. Well, I stuck this thick pad into my dinosaur panties after breakfast, anticipating possible sneezing during the day. Things were going well until after I had finished my second mug of tea, around 10:30. My bladder was quite full, and I was just wrapping up some work before nipping off to the loo when I felt a sneeze building. I decided I’d let the pad capture it, rather than trying to minimize things by crossing my legs. I was shook by three sneezes and felt moderate squirts of pee flood into my underwear and pad with each sneeze. After the third one I reached down to feel the damage. My panties were dry but a little pee had flooded out the sides and there were little wet patches on the inside of my PJ bottoms. I hurried to the washroom to pee, and snapped additional pictures of the damage. I then put a Goodnite on so I wouldn’t have to worry and went about my day. And yes, for those who are wondering, I did change out of the Goodnite in the afternoon. It was wet from a couple of additional leaks, and I took the liberty of soaking it after lunch. And here it is: Hope you are having a great week, Rachel
  3. yes i may have tits and a pussy in this but im not a fucking girl OR a boy i just put trans male cuz thats what i align with somewhat but im not any gender bitch!!! xDDD anywaysss i drank some drinks and well this is what came out of it! finally deciding to post a video of me ^_^ it got allllll over my phone screen and i had to go super bad hah "this is the best video youve made yet" -my boyfriend https://drive.google.com/file/d/1LQRNxtzf99qyeJeq6kObHdmz0H756-2c/view?usp=sharing heres a link cuz idk how the fuck this site works. go nuts. lmk if the link doesnt work and ill fix it asap heehee
  4. Staying in a diaper as long as possible I’ve been having a lot of fun with ‘mega diapers’ – that is, wearing huge amounts of padding for protracted periods of time. Normally, I’m more into pull-ups and Goodnites – in other words, ‘big girl’ protection, and only occasionally wear tabbed diapers. My age play mindset is more oriented around being young, but not too young. However, every so often I will delve into tabbed diapers and they tend to make me feel very little. There’s something about the extra padding, how it impacts your movement, and the complete inability to remove them (and be able to refasten them) that gets me into this much younger head space. When I wear these, I love the complex feeling of vulnerability and security – you can’t close your legs completely so you are vulnerable (and un-lady-like, again playing into the younger mindset), but also protected with extra thick padding. There’s a bunch of other stuff going on, including the crinkles (which little babies might enjoy, but would make a bigger girl blush), the impact the diaper has on your silhouette, and even the pictures on the protection. Enough for several psychology papers, at the very least. Anyhow, one of the products of COVID19, is that I’m working from home, I’m sure this is the experience of many people. And this situation is a drag, but also presents kinky fun opportunities I haven’t had since grad school. For any of you following my posts, I’ve been enjoying padding myself up, and working at my desk in diapers that can old three or more wettings. And the other day was just such a day. Here’s what I did. I started in the evening before bed, I wanted to wear a diaper to bed and to snuggle up with my hubby on the couch while we watched TV before bed, and things kinda got out of hand… I was down to my last Rearz Lil’Monsters diaper. I guess I have been rocking the thick diapers more often these days. As it was my last one and I am not planning on ordering more diapers until my stash is absolutely depleted (to keep the pressure off my diaper supplier for people who have a real need), I wanted to make this an extra super special adventure. I had to be thick; it had to be long… wait… that’s starting to sound like I’m describing something else. Let’s try that again. For this kinky adventure, I assembled an arsenal of padding. The outside layer would be a Rearz Lil’Monsters diaper, with gathers carefully lifted. Next, I laid a pad, an enormous stand alone pads – Prevail Overnight Incontinence Pads to be precise. I had to look through my past diaper orders to figure out which pads these were as the pack is long gone and I’ve had them for a while. Their longevity in my diaper collection is on account of the fact that they suck. They had mediocre gathers, and are very absorbent (they can take two full Rachel bladders), but they are way too bulky for a pad. I don’t actually have panties that they will fit in, and sticking them into panties with the tiny amount of sticky stuff is ridiculous. They end up being like a huge full-sized diaper-sized pad, swimming in a tiny pair of panties which they end up stretching out. I have no idea who would wear these at night either, as because they are impossible to fit snuggly with normal underwear, they don’t fit against the body, and the mediocre gathers don’t work. I think I’ve used like 4 of these, and only out of desperation. Anyhow, I cut slits in the bottom of the giant purple (they are purple by the way) pad, and placed it as my next layer. On top of this, I layered a Goodnites Trufit pad, which make excellent stuffers. I then liberally applied rash cream to my diaper area, as I was intending on spending a long time in this diaper. As an aside, my diaper area covered entirely in rash cream is super fun to look at. The white goop makes my skin look white, which really accentuates the delicate curves of my slit. I appreciated my white mons and girl parts for a little while, and then lay down on the floor to fasten up my diaper. This took a little more effort than usual, given the added bulk of the two pads. I taped it up, and then tried to stand. I managed to stand but I found that, as with previous ‘mega-diapers,’ this one constricted normal movement. Now when I wear a Rearz with a Goodnite soaker pad, it makes me waddle a little. This one was different. My legs were forcibly held apart, as though I were wearing a spreader, and I could not walk at all. Instead, I had to wiggle back and forth. I immediately went from feeling naughty and sexy inspecting my blanched girl bits, to feeling little. I wiggled into the bedroom and found a cozy onesie. Pulled it on over the huge bulging diaper, and made my way into the living room at a considerably slower speed than normal. On the way, I stopped in the kitchen and used packing tape to doubly secure the diaper. It was already sagging under the added weight and bulk of the pads. I was now fully encased in the diaper. There was no escaping without scissors. It was 10:30 pm (this is important later…for those who are interested in these kinds of thing) I made my way into the living room, after putting my onesie back on, and snuggled up onto the couch where my hubby was waiting. He knew I was wearing a diaper. He knew I was wearing a diaper when I crinkle-waddled my way into the living room, and he knew he was in for a snuggly little Rachel. We watched a little TV, all the while I was forced to keep my legs immodestly apart to remain at least somewhat comfortable. It was impossible to close them. After a while, we called it an evening. I blushed hard when I stood up, as my thick diaper seemed even more obvious now, after cuddling on the couch for a good hour, I’m not sure why, possibly because my hubby followed me into the bathroom to brush our teeth, and so he could clearly see my massively diapered bottom wiggling in front of him. Teeth brushed and other evening things done, we headed to bed. I should add that I was a very good girl and my diaper was dry. I did, however, neglect my night time pee, which I (almost) always do out of long force of habit. I awkwardly got into bed and immediately realized that I had a problem. My legs would not close. When I tried, the closest I could get my knees together was more than a foot! This was a problem as I typically sleep on my side, as one spoon or the other, but this would be supremely uncomfortable. To solve this problem, I got up, and found a large pillow to placed between my legs. As my diaper was crinkling a ton and this tends to bother my hubby, I borrowed a pair of his boxers to wear as a diaper cover. Laying there with a pillow between my legs made me feel like I was a teenage again, rubbing myself off in a diaper against a pillow, but given the thickness of my diaper, there was no way I could feel anything through the padding. I snuggled in against my tolerant husband (as the little spoon) and eventually got to sleep. ------ I half-woke up a couple of times in the night when my legs felt uncomfortable, and I needed to shift them. I ended up mostly sleeping on my back, which is not common for me, but it was the most practical position given how much I was swaddled up. When I woke up the next morning, I was bursting to pee. It was 7:30 am and my bladder was throbbing. I was actually quite impressed with her. In most circumstances she would have given up and caused me to wet the bed in the night. As it was, she woke me up a little earlier than normal and screamed at me to empty her NOW. I was groggy, and it took me a few moments to remember where I was and that I was engulfed in an enormous diaper. I was lying on my back, and the urgency from my bladder was painful. Getting up and removing my massive diaper was not an option (or one I would consider), and so, still on my back, I relaxed (it did not take much), and released a night’s worth of pee with an aggressive hiss into my diaper. Wetting yourself on your back is delicious. I love how the hot warmth of the pee runs down your labia, suffusing it with warm wetness, and tickles your back passage. The sensual wetness was somehow accentuated by the thick diaper, which pressed my labia tightly closed, resulting in an exquisite wet feeling all over them. Delicious. I revelled in the feeling, and then rolled over to snooze for a little while longer, once again the pillow was between my knees and I awkwardly adjusted myself into a little spoon position. It had been an absolutely full bladder, and I had peed for at least a full 45 seconds. I was awoken by my hubby getting up, and after another few minutes of starfishing on the bed, my legs splayed out by the thick padding, I fumbled my way off the bed and went about my morning routine. As I was planning on spending as long as possible in the diaper, I did not, unlike other mega-diaper experiences, stock up on tea. Instead, I had a single mug of black tea with cream with my morning bagel, and then fixed up my top half to be ready for a day at work. I wore a random tan bra, work appropriate blouse (conference/video calls were in the cards today), and did up my hair and makeup. I was still wearing my hubby’s boxers over top of my diaper, and left these on. I pulled an old pair of sweat pants over top of these, and some comfortable socks. I also snuck open the waistband of my diaper and spritzed in some more baby powder to help keep me dry throughout the day. As getting up from my desk was going to be awkward, I fixed another small pot of tea (one that holds at most three mugs), and put down a small disposable chair pad, in case I leaked. My plan was to not get up to change until I leaked. This equipped, I settled in at my desk in my mildly wet diaper. It was 9 am. The morning was a typical morning for me – calling volunteers, answering emails. After about 45 minutes, my bladder had become noticeably full from my morning tea and without much thought I released this into by diaper. Over the next three hours, I went about my normal work routine, and finished two mugs of tea. My bladder was filling up about every 45 minutes, and when it became noticeably full I would pee (so maybe a 4 on the desperation scale, or for laypeople, the feeling of having pee in your bladder but with no urgency or need to void). It got to the point where I hardly noticed. At noon I took a short 30 minute break to fix my hubby and I salad wraps. Waddling into the kitchen was fun, as I could feel my considerably expanded bottom swelling and wiggling as I moved about the kitchen. I should also add that I did check for leaks and there were none. The impromptu boxer shorts diaper cover was still dry, as was the pad I had put down. I peed once, about half a bladder’s worth, while making lunch. I also grabbed a big glass of ice tea. At some point towards the end of lunch, I felt my bladder release again, almost unbidden. Sitting down at my desk after being up and wetting was fun. I got to appreciate the squelching sensation of sitting on several layers of gooey wet diaper floof. The only problem with having got up was that gravity had helped distribute more pee toward my bum, which made it feel like I was sitting on a sort of wet, squishy, burrito. I ate at my desk and chatted with a friend on social media. Now, you might be wondering, if Rachel had been in this diaper since 10:30 pm the day before, so a total of over 14 hours, what about #2. Well, it was about this time after lunch, that I was having similar thoughts, or should I say sensations. My tummy gurgled and let me know that it wanted to contribute to the diaper as well. It was nothing urgent, but it was certainly going to be an issue going forward. I clenched and carried on, trying to ignore this upcoming threat. I finished my ice tea and made another pot of tea. At this point, I was drinking a mug of tea maybe every hour, and peeing my diaper in moderate amounts every 30 minutes or so. I lost track of exactly how many beverages I had drunk and likewise how many times I peed, as my bladder was almost emptying itself after it reached a certain point. I would sometimes only be half aware of relaxing it to pee while working, only to be reminded when the warm wetness suffused my nether lips. It was now about 3 pm, and I wrapped up all my calls for the day and was slogging away at emails. I had effectively ignored my bowels, and the need to go that had popped up after lunch had abated. It’s interesting how the bowels will do this, but not your bladder. I think another contributing factor might have been the added pressure against my anus. The Goodnite Trufit pad had swollen considerably at this point, and was not quite pressing between both cheeks, but the kind of little mound it was making down the back of the diaper was putting increased pressure on my bum, pressure what would have made pooping a challenge. I was loath to have a #2 ‘accident’ in the diaper as I was sharing the apartment with my hubby. Now I’m not really into poop stuff, but occasionally I have experimented with pooping, enemas, castor oil, and that sort of thing. When I have experimented with these kinds of things, it’s typically been when I’m on my own, and I have plenty of time for clean up. It’s the clean up and smell that turns me off #2 stuff, while the feeling of loss of control resulting from an enema or the added feelings of humiliation associated with a #2 accident that give it appeal. Anyhow, this passed through my mind as I continued to work. My diaper at this point was VERY full. It had not yet leaked into the pad I was sitting on, which was a bit of a surprise. However, it was starting to get uncomfortable, specifically on my bum. The muscles of my bum were sore where the added pressure from the thick, swollen pads, was pressing. I think, a better analogy would be like a bicycle seat. Sitting on the two wet pads and diaper was like sitting on a bicycle seat for a little too long. I worked through this discomfort, but also notice my shoulders and back were getting a little sore. The kind of soreness my friends who have very large breasts complain of. I think that I was hunching over my computer more than normal, and the reason was that the thick diaper was raising my higher than I would normally have been, which is absolutely wild. I tried adjusting my chair, but it didn’t work, so I just tried to improve my posture, and carried on. At 4 pm, I noticed a new issue. The pads inside the diaper were so swollen, and the packing tape was doing such an excellent job holding the sodden bulky diaper to my frame, that the outer leg holes of the diaper were starting to dig into my legs. So there was tight discomfort sort of on the lower outside of the leg holes of the diaper. Loosening it was not an option, as fiddling with the tape would utterly destroy the diaper. I tried to work through the discomfort, but after a little while, I decided to get up and waddle into the bathroom to get some more baby powder, as trying to re-adjust the diaper had revealed just how sweaty my skin was underneath it. When I ‘walked’ it was like I was a cowboy on a horse, my legs were so far apart. I grabbed the baby powder bottle and applied it liberally. I don’t know if it’s the kind of baby powder I use, but applying to a wet diaper area causes a strange reaction where it heats up! So now I had a very warm pussy, as I cowboy walked back to my desk. When I sat down, I gave up all semblance of sitting like a lady. My legs were now spread wide, like I was straddling my office chair. I felt like I was sitting with some serious ‘big dick’ energy! Walking around seemed to have shifted the diaper so the leg hole was less uncomfortable, and I went about working. After another 30 minutes, my butt cheeks were almost numb, and my legs sore from holding them open for so long. I checked and there were still no leaks, which was very impressive. I was worried that the thick pads would shift the pee down their sides and direct them away from the absorbent core of the diaper and pads and overwhelm the gathers, but so far everything was holding up well. When I stood up, the outer plastic of the Rearz diaper was taught and felt like it was under considerable pressure. It was taped tightly to my body, so it didn’t flop around when I moved. I took to standing up every 15 minutes to keep my bum from getting too numb. My stomach was a little sore, but the urge to poop was not significant at this point. When 5 pm rolled around, I kept working, as I had a report to finish, and I heard my hubby walking around the flat. The skin of my inner thighs was beginning to feel clammy. While I had liberally applied rash cream to my more intimate parts, I had not done my inner thighs, as these would generally be outside of the diaper. However now, the diaper was so swollen that it was rubbing against my inner thighs, causing some discomfort. I had now been in this one enormous diaper for 18 hours! This was certainly a record for me, though I don’t think I’ve kept records like this before. My bum was definitely feeling numb now. I emptied another half-full bladder into my diaper at about 5:45, and this time it felt a little different. I could feel the pee running through the diaper, over the surface of the inner swollen pads. And I could feel it leak. Not too much, but a distinct change in the feeling on my lower butt cheeks, the classic place for a diaper leak to occur. I continued to work through the leak, but at 6 pm, when I had wrapped up my work and got up and moved into the kitchen to prepare an early dinner, the pad I was sitting on had a smallish wet spot towards the back. When I went back to my computer while the rice cooked, I sat down with a mighty squelch and everything felt wet. When I reached back and slipped my hand down the back of my diaper my skin felt soaked and it felt really slimy – on account of the moisture beads that likely fell out of the purple pad where I had cut slits. I felt like my body was suspended in a little miniature flotation device, and understood why the original all-in-one diapers were called ‘Boaters.’ Check out this link if you are not familiar with ‘Boaters’: https://invention.si.edu/papers-illustrate-woman-inventors-life-and-work Anyhow, the back of the diaper was definitely straining under the pressure and it felt like it was fit to burst! My bowels were strangely quiet all this time, which saved me the trouble of worrying about what to do if I had to poo. I messed about on social media, all the while feeling definitively wet in my diaper area. Now sitting down, I adopted a new position – where I pushed my butt back, like I was sticking it out, and tried to hold my torso straight. This was more comfortable, given the girth of my diaper, but put a strain on the diaper itself. I would occasionally reach around and feel the straining plastic. Sitting in this fashion a short while later, I had the oddest sensation, like something wet and slimy was crawling up my bum, between the cheeks. When I reached back, my fingers came away wet and covered in baby powder. I felt like the diaper had reached critical capacity and was now undergoing a massive failure. I stuck it out while I waited for the rice maker to beep. Despite the fact that the diaper had clearly failed, I still had to pee a little at this point (I had subsequently drunk another mug of tea), and I had a momentary pause before releasing my bladder into the failed diaper, but the habit I’d acquired over the past many hours held and I peed. As I peed, I could feel a line of liquid moving up my bum, and I was suddenly worried that the pee would overflow the back of the diaper and pour down the outside. I quickly stood up mid flow. The bum of the boxer shorts I was wearing was completely soaked. At 6:45 pm, I call it. It was time to change. I was standing in front of my computer (typing this in fact, and yes I realize I’m writing in the past tense…), and could feel a warm wetness on the back of my legs. My bowels felt full, possibly not quite as much as the diaper, but I needed a change. Any further peeing into this diaper would only result in leaks. So, I waddled and wiggled my way into the bathroom to clean up before finishing making dinner. I grabbed the kitchen scale on the way into the bathroom for the final weigh in… My diaper cover, soaked and covered in baby powder. I could not easily remove the diaper. The single wrap of packing tape was doing its job very well, holding the massive sodden bulk to my frame. I found some scissors and used them to carefully slice down the sides of the diaper. After cutting on side, the whole thing shifted down, and I quickly pulled my legs together as close as they would go to hold up. I sliced the other side and held the diaper with my other hand as I finished the cut. I carefully lowered the diaper and pads to the ground and arranged it for a lovely shot. As you can see, the diaper was absolutely soaked, as were both pads. The entire thing was at maximum thickness. You can see how thick it was with the razor added in for scale. Can you imagine this sodden bulk pressed firmly between your legs? I should also add that my diaper area felt very wet and clammy, and there were red marks on my lower waist/upper legs where the tape had held the diaper close to my body. I rubbed them and my skin was sore and damp. I hadn’t thought to powder the outside of my legs. There was a little clump of wet baby powder in the back part of the diaper, which must have been the slimy thing I felt while waddling over to the bathroom. I took a few more shots, this time rolling up the pads to show you just how thick they were, as laying them flat does not do them justice. As you can see, the Goodnites Trufit pad can hold a lot. The purple pad also held a lot. You can see the glistening moisture absorbing crystals, filled with my pee, through one of the incisions I made in the bottom of the purple pad to allow the pee to easily flow out into the diaper. I feel like it’s like a diaper geode! I then rolled up the whole, heavy, mess, and fastened it with some of the loose packing tape. It was difficult to bundle up, given the sheer volume of pee this little absorbent assembly contained. I eventually got it wrapped up and hoisted it onto the kitchen scale. And hoist is the correct word. This baby weighed in at 3.25 KG!!! That’s a huge amount of pee! I still can’t believe that the diaper held so much liquid, and that I wore it for so long. Final stats, because I know you all want to know: Final diaper and pad combined weight: 3.25 Kg. Time diaper was worn: 20 hours 15 minutes! I don’t think I can do another marathon wearing session for a while, mostly because I’ve run out of Rearz diapers and I don’t think that another diaper could possibly serve as an outer shell quite as effectively. Maybe once my Alpaca diapers arrive? Anyhow, after taking my final picture, I hopped into the shower for a much needed shower. I spent a long time cleaning my diaper area, and actually had to pause the shower, as my bowels decided to demand emptying mid-shower and there was no waiting. What’s the longest you’ve worn a single diaper for? Rachel As always, if you like my content, please consider buying a pair of my dirty panties, or get me something off my wishlist: https://rachelkirwan.wixsite.com/panties
  5. Pad Test – Incognito Invisible I found this pad in my random pad collection the other day and thought I’d revive my not-forgotten pad tests. For those who are interested in my previous tests, you can find a bunch here: And here: And here: And here: I don’t know exactly where I got this pad from, I think it came from a free sample I mailed away for, as I certainly do not recall wearing this kind of pad ever before and would certainly not have bought an entire pack of them. Overall I think that this pad doth protest too much methinks. For a pad that calls itself the ‘Incognito Invisible’ this pad really fails to live up to its name. It is rather a super long, thin, rather wide pad that too up a considerable amount of real estate in my panties. It came in a thin relatively discreet, quiet to open package, and had a rather large backing, with little tiny wings. While I don’t know where I got these pads, a quick Google revealed that they are principally for periods, so this didn’t bode well for a successful test. It was the afternoon and I decided to just slip this overly-long pad into the panties I’d been wearing most of the day, a lovely pair of purple cotton panties, and then go about some housework. As per usual with these tests, I endeavour to test out the pads with a small leak, in order to see if they do what they say they will do, rather than unleash a torrent which is guaranteed to overwhelm these thin underwear protectors. This is of course easier said than done, as once I start, it’s pretty hard to stop again (although I’m constantly practicing and working those PC muscles). So in order to be fair to the pads, what I’ve done with them is fill up my bladder to a comfortable 7 (sometimes 8), and then trigger a serious sneeze. This usually has the effect I’m looking for, and results in a serious leak of the variety that pads of this kind are designed to address. So, a mug of tea down, I set about our flat, cleaning and rocking out to some lovely tunes. No more than half an hour later, my bladder was ready for the test. I relocated to the kitchen, which ads a little safety to the test with its tile floor, and sought out the cinnamon. Sometimes it’s hard to trigger a sneeze, not this time. I could feel the sneeze building after a small whiff of the powdered spice. My explosive sneeze was accompanied by a lengthy squirt into my panties and pad. It was a little more significant than I would have liked and I could feel my girl parts suddenly suffused in warm wetness. I also felt a warm dash of liquid on my inner thigh and the trace of a droplet of warm pee slowly cooling as it worked its way down the front of my right leg. This escaped pee was quickly absorbed into the fleece of my pyjama pants but indicated that the pad had not done its job correctly. I wiggled my bottom a little, appreciating the subtle sensations that one can only get from a wet pad rubbing against your vulva, and then made my way into the washroom. I removed my ever-so-slightly damp PJ bottoms, and panties and set them down on the floor for a ‘scientific’ inspection. The inspection revealed that they had absorbed a decent amount of pee: But had ultimately failed to absorb it quickly enough. This is a common problem with using period pads for incontinence. Pee and blood do not behave in the same way. Period pads don’t have proper gathers and so the pee runs across the surface of the pad, looking for the quickest route and this is very often down your leg. The gathers sometimes help with this, actually channelling pee down your legs. They will sometimes keep your panties dry, but your legs wet. In this case, the pad had done neither of these things. As you can see, the pee was channeled out the front. I think the length of these pads mean that they are meant for night time or active use, though their thinness seems to indicate they are more for active wear, rather than night time wear as these little things would almost certainly leak at night. Anyhow, I snapped some after picture of my panties and pad: Hypothesis confirmed. Use proper incontinence pads if you are going to be leaking pee Rachel. Science is all about experimentation though, and experimentation can be super fun (and hot). Naked from the waist down, I went into my bedroom and picked out another pair of panties and went about with my chores, my bladder still very full. Contemplating testing out another pad, but that’s a tale for another day. Rachel
  6. Changed Pad While Jogging This happened to me yesterday, and I’m not going to make it one of my long epic stories, but I thought some of you would appreciate this little kinky adventure I had. So, as many of you will know, I will have the occasional stress-induced leak. These happen when I’m sneezing, laughing, or working out hard, and if I know these things are likely to occur I’ll slip a pad into my panties. So if I’m going to a comedy club, or its allergy season, or I’m helping a friend move boxes, or I’m running stairs, I’ll wear a pad, and it’s usually called on to do it job. Yesterday, I wasn’t planning a long or rigorous run, it had been another grind of a day, sitting working at my desk (I wore a huge diaper and soaked it over the course of 7 hours, more on this another time). So I was clearly in the mood for some kinky activity, but I also needed to get some exercise and leave the apartment. I changed into my black running skort, pulling it on over a pair of gray panties with coloured stars on them (adorable panties I got from the Gap), on top I wore a running bra, and moisture wicking top, and a wind breaker. My bladder felt a little full as I was getting dressed, and normally I would pee before running, as a full or mostly full bladder is much more likely to leak (and more significantly) than an empty bladder. But today I was feeling naughty, so I decided to leave the house with a half-full bladder that was still filling up, knowing that I would likely have to find a spot to pee while out, or leak, or both. As a side note, the running skort is fantastic for covering up leaks. It is a little quick dry skirt with built in shorts of the same material (hence the portmanteau). It dries quickly and also the black material hides wet spots, and the skirt portion hides damp crotches even more. So it’s the perfect accessory for leaky runners. Before running out the door, I decided to slip a pad into my panties, just in case I lost my kinky urge while running and for some additional fun. I headed out, music blaring and headed for one of the larger natural parks near us. I jogged for a little while, and then reached one of the hills the must be navigated before reaching the park. As I went down the hill, the concussion of my feet on the pavement jarred my quite full bladder and I could feel a number of small spurts escape. I’m quite used to this, running fast downhill does cause me to leak, and I just kept going, confident in both the pad and skort combo. When I stopped at some lights at the bottom of the hill, I could feel the wetness of the pad and a little dampness on my right inner thigh. It seemed as though the leaks had been a little more serious than I had initially thought. I shrugged it off and made my way to the park. When I arrived, my panties felt a little clammy and wet, but I was getting an uncomfortable feeling in my belly. Running with a full bladder isn’t fun, and I had apparently filled up more than I had anticipated. I hit the trail and mulled over my options while I jogged. I wasn’t going to visit a public washroom, as I didn’t have a clear idea where they were located (I could have easily looked this up on my phone…), and also I wasn’t sure if they were open during COVID19 and I wasn’t a big fan of using them. I could hold it, but this would result in more leaks, which was less of a concern than the discomfort I was feeling as the liquid in my bladder jarred with each stride. The decision was made for me when I hit a small decline and continued down with speed. The pressure from my heavy footfalls resulted in additional leaks and I by the time I reached the bottom of the hill I could feel that the inner portion of the short portion of my bottoms was quite wet. The pad had held up valiantly, but was not made for this amount of liquid. Actually, reflecting on the kind of pad I grabbed before leaving the house, it wasn’t made for this kind of liquid either, as I had grabbed a period pad with wings, rather than one for incontinence. I stopped at the bottom of the hill, and bore down to stem the small rivulet that was running down my inner thigh. I wiped this away, drying my hand on the outside of my skort, and decided I needed to pee if I was going to keep running. Heck, I’d have to pee even if I was planning on walking, as the urge became more apparent now that I was standing still. I continued along the path for a little ways, looking for a small side path, the kind that are not the official trail, but which seem to branch off of every trail every now and then. As I was looking, I passed the first person, heading in the opposite direction. We exchanged pleasantries while keeping our distance. Around the next bend I saw the perfect path, one that led into a somewhat thick stand of trees. I was about to take it when I spotted, hidden among the trees, a tent and small camp. Folks without homes have had a rough go with COVID and many are camping out in parks like this one. Not wanting to disturb them, and to have them see me pop a squat, I continued on for a little while until I found a branching path in another direction and nipped off the path. I wandered down the path a little ways until I found decent cover, invisible from the main path, all the while, looking around to see that I was alone. I’m familiar with a little mild exhibitionism, but I wasn’t feeling that today. I found a small space beside a tree, and pulled down my skort. One of the drawbacks of the skort is that unlike a skirt and panties, you can’t just pull down the panties, the whole thing has to come down. I squatted, and held this position, still not peeing. While squatting, I inspected the pad in my panties, currently held between my knees. The pad was soaked and the panties were a little damp as well. Rather than pulling up the panties with an already soaked pad affixed to them, I decided to take the pad out. Removing the pad revealed a moderate sized dry spot. Actually, the pad had done a pretty good job keeping my underwear dry, there were only some wet spots on the inner gusset, and towards the front. I placed the dripping pad on a small stump/branch beside me, and relaxed. The hissing of my pee filled the little grove I was in, and I enjoyed the sound of my pee hitting the leaves on the forest floor. I wiggle dried myself, and then pulled up my panties a skort. Feeling naughty, I snapped a picture of the pad on the stump beside me. As you can see, it was quite wet. To the left of the pad you can also see the wet puddle I made on the forest floor. Here are some better close ups of the pad. Where you can almost make out the droplets. Not wanting to litter, I rolled up the pad and squeezed it out. A considerable amount of pee splashed out onto the ground. I then slipped it into the little pocket at the back of my skort (for tennis balls and other such things). I brushed myself off, and continued on with my jog. The rest of the jog was largely uneventful. Despite a mostly full bladder, I did have a couple of additional small leaks as I was getting closer to home, but nothing serious. I try to push myself if I’ve got a little energy left at the end of a run. I got home just as it was starting to rain and headed into the shower. When I pulled off my skort and inspected myself in the mirror. I had made the following wet spot on the gusset of my panties. The gray fabric shows off wet spots quite spectacularly. It wasn’t too bad, but I could definitely feel the wetness as I ran. I slipped off the panties, stripped, and headed into the shower. I’ll recount my protracted diaper wetting another time. I hope you enjoyed this experience. More to follow. And as always, if you like my work and want to show appreciation, check out my website where you can buy my dirty panties, or just get my a gift: https://rachelkirwan.wixsite.com/panties Rachel
  7. 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
  8. 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!
  9. 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!
  10. 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
  11. 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:
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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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    My first video. I bought myself a pack of tena lady pads. Always wanted to try them so this was my first attempt. Being a little camera shy, I couldn't just 'leg go' so I have to force in little pee bursts. Pad couldn't hold a thing. But that's what I wanted of course.

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    I got a bit horny when I was staying in my hotel room. So I went to the local pharmacy and bought a colossal portion of the thickest maxi pads in there... This was the result.

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  17. Well a while back I posted a picture and someone wrote their own interpretation of what happened, and well, before sharing what I did the other day, I thought I'd give people here a chance to make up their own adventure. So, without further ado, here are the pictures I snapped mid-way through the adventure:
  18. So I have about a million stories involving ex's, most of which involve leaking to varying degrees, but some ended up really unique and there were even a few accidents (specifically one girlfriend, to whom this thread will be mostly dedicated). I've told most of the stories I have involving myself, so I think it's time to share some of these. This first one is one of my favorites, because it was so unconventional. I did not witness it personally, but the details that she related to me more than make up for that. She was lying in bed one night after I'd gone to bed and she had to piss. She was at the very end of her period so she was wearing a maxi pad, but it wasn't really getting used. She had it just in case. She told me she was cozy and didn't want to get up, and since the pad was just going to go to waste.... She decided to see if she could wet herself a bit, thinking the pad would catch it all. Now, let me clear when I say this was highly unusual for her. She'd never done it before (she'd used a pad out of desperation once, but never out of choice), and to my knowledge, she never did anything like it again. At that point, she'd never pissed herself before, not on accident or on purpose. Only leaks. Well, she pissed. According to her, she pissed for five straight seconds into that pad before she realized something was amiss—it was too far back. She said the pad caught a lot of it, but piss ran back on to her butt and when she stood up, some ran down her thigh, presumably soaking the crotch of her pj's as well. She didn't mention the state of her panties, but one can assume.... She said she managed to stop the stream, but she has trouble with this, so she removed her pants while she ran to the bathroom (which was thankfully for her close to her bedroom). She said she just barely made it in time, and implied that if the bathroom hadn't been close, she'd have lost control on the way.
  19. Hey guys, This isn't the best quality but I feel it's appropriate to share
  20. 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
  21. Not quite sure where I was supposed to put something like this, and I apologize if it's off topic and/or inappropriate in any way. But I figured some people may enjoy it... Anyways, I literally just saw this lady walking on the sidewalk and what she was wearing obviously caught my eye. I'm thinking this is a big incontinence pad. Too big for a maxi pad, right? I just know that the idea of her walking around and possibly wetting herself while wearing something so visible was an incredible turn on. :-) Hope you all enjoy! [Attachment Removed]
  22. This is a continuation of my testing out incontinence pads. I had a lot of fun messing about with a Poise pad and getting myself to sneeze. If you want to read about my experiments with a Poise Ultra-Thin pad, check it out here: I also already tested out the Always Discreet pads: I also already tested out the Always Discreet pads : https://www.omorashi.org/forums/topic/41139-always-discreet-test/ It was the weekend, a day after my experiment with the Poise pad. I was hanging about the house, and my hubby was working in his office. Because I’ve got a pack handy in my bathroom, I opted to test out another Always Discreet pad. To be fair, I’ve been ‘testing’ these out for the past month, and they’ve caught a couple of serious leaks which have occurred over this time; typically key-in-latch leaks but also a couple others here and there. So I was trundling about the house and getting ready to make some lunch. I was already a little full, a 4/10, the point where I’d always go, ‘just in case,’ if I were out. I made myself a cup of green tea and cleaned the kitchen. I was wearing jeans and a pair of my favorite Little Mermaid panties. I had slipped the pad into my panties after breakfast, ‘just in case.’ The pad I picked out felt pretty long, so they could actually be the long version of the Always Discreet, but anyhow. I snapped a few pictures of the panties with the pad in them. My bladder filled quickly as I did the dishes (green tea don’t you know). Then I went about getting everything else ready for lunch. The hubby was working on a rather urgent assignment, so I adopted the role of house-wife, this isn’t all that typical, for those who were wondering. So after preparing lunch, I dragged the hubby out of his office and sat him down to eat. He will forget if he gets in a groove. By the time we sat down to eat, I was pretty full, back to about a 7/10. About halfway through the meal, I was hanging out, at a slightly uncomfortably full 7/10, when I got a sudden alarming urge from my overactive bladder that shot things up to a 9.5. The kind of message that says get to the bathroom now. NOW! Or you will be sitting in a puddle. I very quickly hurried to the washroom undoing my jeans as I went. I could feel my bladder release as I opened the door. In a scene which I’ve seen played out numerous times on ‘almost-made-it’ videos, I was peeing just as I reached the washroom, classic key-in-latch. I tried to bear down but it was hopeless, my bladder was emptying, pants and panties be-damned. In a moved I’ve become somewhat accustomed to; I yanked my pants down and turned to sit on the toilet. As I was still partially intent on testing out the pad, and also because I missed them in the initial pants lowering, my panties stayed up. So there I was, sitting on the toilet, releasing the full contents of my bladder into my panties and pad, both of which quickly became saturated. The pad did a ‘good’ job directing the pee downwards and towards my bum, and I could feel the liquid flowing through the pad and down over my bum, covering it in warm wetness. I peed for a good 45 seconds before I even had a chance of cutting things off. Because the situation was so far gone, I opted to simply finish peeing. When I was done, I dried myself well, and inspected my jeans. Amazingly there was only a small chain of wet spots, running from the crotch up the bum, where the jeans must have caught a small leak while I was yanking them down. Nothing too serious actually. The pad seemed to have done its job, namely keeping my clothing dry while I made the last desperate dash to pee. As you can see, I soaked the backside of my panties completely. The front managed to stay relatively dry. The very front of the pad was also a little dry (though it soon wasn’t after the pad had a time to settle. As you can also see, the pad soaked up a good amount of pee! Anyhow, I was still in a thoroughly naughty mood, and needed to get back to lunch. So I changed into some PJs and got a new pair of panties, this time a clean white cotton pair. My hubby was still in a distracted ‘mad scientist’ mode and scarcely noticed that I was returning to the meal in a different, and far less formal, outfit. I also didn’t notice that I was eying him salaciously. The wet panties hanging up to dry in the washroom, along with all the fun I’d been having in them had me pretty horny. So before I left him escape back to his office and research, I pulled the hubby into our bedroom and we had a ‘quickie.’ After sex, I languished, oozing a little, in the bedroom, while he went back to his work. The towel where I was laying was pretty damp and I was very wet. So I dried myself off and, as it was my day off and I was still feeling horny, I decided to have some more fun. I dug around in my panty drawer until I found the pink Little Mermaid panties which I’ve reserved to naughty play time. They have become very stained with a wide range of bodily excretions, and I can’t wear them regularly (as I always feel super naughty wearing such dirty panties). As a result, I’ve reserved them for play time only. I’ll tell you what I ended up doing with these panties in my next write up. Hope you enjoyed my ‘research,’ and if you would ever like a pair of my panties, they are for sale! Visit my website, and get in touch. I love wetting panties, and don’t charge extra for the pleasure. Rach
  23. This morning's pee on the bathroom floor. White panties, always radiant pad... Leaving the mat on the floor was today's best idea It gets very slippery.... -S IMG_6658.MOV
  24. http://love-peeing-girls.tumblr.com/post/164847191373 Such cute knickers and such a cute bum! Literally shaking at the start, too! I'd have loved to have seen that pad after she was done with it! Love Wetting Girls-164838838090.mp4
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    Here my bladder was really full: once I start dribbling in the Tena Level 3 that's "hidden" under my shorts, I can't stop the flow anymore! Soon, the protection isn't able to hide my accident any longer and a large dark stain begins to spread.

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