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  1. How can I pee and poop my pants without my parents knowing? Should I use pads or diapers? If so how do I get them and get rid of them? I can't do my own laundry and I really want to pee and poop my pants without them knowing. I know I could pee in the shower but i want different ways then that. Realistic please I can't really go on walks by myself. Can't get to the store by myself. Things like that. Somewhere in the house as well. Please help.
  2. The first thing she did after walking through the front door was to head for the bathroom. She lowered her pants and knickers and peeled yet another damp pad from the gusset. "Third one this week," she sighed. "I need to start being more careful." Recently, Maria had been having some accidents. A little dribble or two at first, laughing with her friends, but she noticed them creeping into more parts of her life. She had dismissed the leaks as just silly accidents at first, but a close call at the local Tesco had forced her to face her new reality. A few drops in her knickers as she leaned over to reach for a bag of potatoes had quickly become a short burst as she strained to lift it, cut short only by the intense, sudden reactionary clenching of her muscles as she quickly stood upright, looking around her to see if anyone might have seen. Suddenly aware that she was wearing grey sweatpants, she had dashed off to the toilets to inspect the damage and dry off. Luckily, she had found only a small spot on the under-seam of the sweatpants, and after finishing what was started in the vegetable aisle and hiding her folded up and damp knickers in her handbag, she'd returned to her shopping, timidly making her first stop to pick up some incontinence pads. Unfortunately, she had found the toilet roll dispenser unstocked and had to finish her shopping damp. She spent twenty minutes looking at the different options before choosing. A delay made from both not knowing which best suited her, and not wanting to accept that this was something she needed now. Embarrassed as she was, she could not help the unusual urge rising in her. With no knickers on and loose-fitting pants, the residue surrounding her pussy felt cool as it dried, exposed to the air. It gave her a familiar, yet new feeling. New, and strangely exciting. For a couple of weeks after buying the pads she hadn't bothered wearing them. She never expected anything to happen and thought it would be silly to wear them every day if she'd only actually need them once in a while. It took a couple of weeks for her to fully accept that this was part of her life now, but she still wasn't used to it. Maria was at the tail end of her forties, but she had always felt young. Where her friends had settled down as they approached middle-age, focussing more on family life and less on the fun of their youths, Maria had remained active in nightlife and dating. In keeping with her youthful attitude, she preferred the company of younger men. Beyond the arrogance and immaturity of the early twenties, but before the boring, lacklustre middle-age. 28-36 was the age range she set on the dating apps, though the sweet spot, she found, was around 31-34. She had gotten a few dates this way. Some better than others, but on average only about 20% were half-way enjoyable, and only half of those ended in the bedroom. Her last date was quite a boring affair. Peter had talked a big game over the app, but when they met up, she found him to be a terrific bore. Perhaps he was just shy, but more likely she thought, he was just dull. She tended to lower her expectations thanks to the low-quality of her dates, each one sapping a little more of her enthusiasm, but she had actually expected this one to be quite fun. Alas, Peter had very little to say, and she knew within ten minutes that this would not have an exciting ending. The most interesting thing that happened on that date was when - thanks to her increased alcohol intake, in an effort to dull the boredom – she found herself cross-legged, lurching back and forth in the toilets, waiting for a cubicle to become free. A couple of minutes prior to this she had let a chuckle out upon seeing a waiter trip, spilling beer over himself. Now, having waited five more minutes before the woman queueing in front of her had finally been able to go, her bladder caved and sent a stream out into her knickers and down the inside of her legs. She managed to stop herself mid-flow and hold it until the woman before her left the cubicle. She rushed in and turned around, barely making it to the seat before a stream came gushing out of her. As she released, the first drops hit the seat, splashing up in every direction, dotting the floor, the cubicle door, her legs, and her dress. As she reached forward to shut the cubicle door (which she had neglected to close in her haste) a couple of drops even splashed up to the part of her chest left exposed by her plunging dress. After expelling what seemed like two bladders worth of pee, she leant forward to inspect her knickers. “Soaked,” she thought. When she put them on, they’d been a light-blue colour. Now they were approaching Navy, with the only hint of their original colouring on the sides. As she lifted and lowered her feet, she could feel a small but obvious amount of liquid inside her shoes and hear them squelching. “This date is painful enough. Now I’ll have to sit through the rest of it in wet knickers and shoes…?”. In honesty, the thought kind of turned her on, though she didn’t really know why. “He’d have no idea what was going on under my dress. It seems so naughty,” she reasoned. Ultimately, she decided that that level of excitement would be wasted on Peter, and that she would be better served by taking it home with her, alone. She informed Peter that she had to leave and apologised, though with little enthusiasm. He seemed a little confused and disappointed but didn’t put up a fight, standing up to see her off and expressing his hope to see her again soon. “Unlikely,” Maria thought, as she smiled politely and turned to leave. On the walk home she found herself once again stricken by the cool air, wafting gently up her dress to her wet knickers, cooling them against her pussy. Once again, she found herself excited by the sensation and once again, wondered why. When she arrived home, she decided to just shower and go to bed, wearied as she was from the evening and Peter’s dull conversation. As she deposited her wet knickers into the laundry basket, she decided that from then on, she needed to start wearing the pads, and that she needed to be more selective with whom she went out with. Her next date two weeks later would prove to be far more interesting. Out at the bar the date had been fun, but not extraordinary. Luke had been interesting enough, and interested enough in Maria, to merit an invite back to her house, though she wondered whether she actually liked him or whether he was just shining against the quality of her other recent dates. Either way, she was ready to take him home and see where the night went. Having had a few drinks already they took a taxi to her South Manchester home, making out a little in the back seat. Maria could feel how into her Luke was from the way he was kissing her and the way his hands were beginning to wander, and she realised that she felt it too. As he grazed the inside of her thigh, just above her right knee, an unusual thought entered her head: “what if I just peed right now?” She moved away from his mouth and looked at him for a couple of seconds, shocked at what she had just thought. “Don’t ruin this” she told herself. Luke stared at her confused, as if to ask what he had done wrong. “… Not so fast,” she said. “You have to earn that.” A devilish smile crept onto Luke’s face. “Yes ma’am.” He said. Maria mirrored his expression and sat back in her seat. She turned to look out the window and peeked an anxious look on her reflection. She took a deep breath and shook it off. She turned back to Luke and gave him a lingering peck on the lips. After they got back to her house, she poured them some wine and they talked for a while. One glass led to two, and then to three and before she knew they were opening another bottle. She didn't even realise how much they were getting through, nor how tipsy she was getting. It also didn't occur to her that she hadn't peed since the bar. She was having too much fun. But as she stood up to put some music on, the alcohol made its presence known and her head began swimming. He said something that tickled her, and like a perfect storm it came together. The wine filling her bladder and dulling her senses; the loosening that came with standing up; a chuckle becoming laughter. As she looked back at him, smiling, he himself laughing now as well, a torrent burst forth, saturating the week's fourth pad in an instant. She forgot what they were laughing about, and nothing was funny anymore. She stared at him, horrified for what felt like forever, then rushed out of the room as the pad failed to soak up anymore of her pee. In the bathroom she stood for a few seconds, mortified. "He doesn't know", she told herself. "He can't... but what must he be thinking?". She wanted to stay in there forever, locked away from the world. Or at least until she heard him leave. But as she hiked her skirt up and began to lower her knickers, peeling the dripping pad away from the surface of her pussy, the bathroom door handle turned. The horror returned more intense than before as she realised that in her haste, she had forgotten to lock the door. As it opened a draft made its way in, blowing against her damp pussy, the familiar cold chilling and exciting her, until she remembered the situation she was in. She quickly pulled her knickers back up, but they caught on her knees and by the time he was in the room they were barely halfway up her thighs. They stood still, staring at each other. There was no coming back from this, Maria thought. "My days of romance are over. This is the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to me." Yet the feel of the chill still gave her excitement, if dulled a little by the situation. He stepped slowly toward her, much to her surprise, and she suddenly remembered that her pussy was still exposed. She panicked, grabbing for the sides of her knickers but hesitating to pull them up, knowing what was inside them. She was in the middle of taking them off. They were soaking. It would make no sense to put them back on. The weight of them was alarming. She had no idea she could hold so much liquid in her, and she hadn't even finished. There was still at least a half-filled bladder waiting to be emptied. He stepped closer as she apprehensively lifted them, unsure of what else she could do, the heavy pad sagging low between her legs, the wet fabric clinging to her skin. Suddenly he lunged close to her, reaching under her knickers and between her thighs, and took the whole weight of the swollen pad in his hand. He looked her in the eyes as he lifted it and pressed it into her pussy. The warmth of it washed away the chill and replaced it with a new, infinitely more exciting sensation. The heat radiated through her and made its way out through her mouth in a shaking sigh as she closed her eyes and tilted her head back as he moved in and started to kiss her neck. The excess pee leaked out of the pad and through her knickers as he squeezed it against her, dripping over his hand and down her thighs, towards where she could now feel his cock pressing into her. He pushed closer to her, shifting the pad in his hand and running the soaked surface of it between her lips and against her clit. She moaned and felt her legs quake. She had never been brought to climax so quickly, nor with such intensity. She blacked out for a second. A minute. A lifetime. She couldn't know for sure how long it was, but she came to, realising that she was no longer holding in the rest of her pee. It was flooding out of her. The pad was entirely useless now, it and her knickers completely soaked. It rushed down her legs to her knees, to her feet, to the floor. Her shoes were puddles. Her stockings glistening. She tried to hold it back but, whether because she was enjoying it, because he was enjoying it, or because she knew deep inside her that it was wrong, she failed and gave in. The flood continued, more than she expected, or even thought possible. She thought she should stop now, but it felt so good. She just couldn't. He was gripping the pad tighter now, through her knickers, rubbing it back and forth faster and faster, harder and harder, his other hand making its way up her thigh and inside her silk blouse. His hand was wet with her pee and it left a trail behind it as he moved it around her body. She could not imagine how wet his pants must be, pushed up against her as she peed. When she finally finished, she felt exhausted. It was as if the orgasm never ended, drawn out by the sensation of peeing so freely. She realised that she was still gripping the sides of her soaking wet knickers, rolled up and twisted, though still not pulled all the way up. She let them go and moved her hands onto his, pressing them harder against herself, and he took the direction. His hands gripped tighter, on her breast, on the pad in her loose hanging knickers, and she took her hands away to explore his body. Following her curiosity she went straight for his pants. As she suspected, they were dripping wet. He might as well have just been swimming. The feel of her pee soaking his pants, and what was beneath them, made her want to pee more. What was this? She had been horrified at the small trickles leaking into her pants recently. Twenty minutes ago, she had been convinced that she could never have sex again after accidentally peeing fully in front of her date. Now all she wanted to do was to pee herself even more, and her date was drenched in her pee, and by the feel of his cock he was very happy about it. She fumbled with his belt with her left hand for a second then gave up, unzipping his fly and pulling out his rock-hard cock. She could not believe how much this was turning him on, but then, it was turning her on just as much. She stroked his cock, sliding up and down the pee-soaked shaft. Now his hand was underneath her bra, fondling her nipple and grasping her breast in turn. Her right hand came into play to tackle the belt and proved more successful. As his pants dropped to the floor with the weight of all the pee soaked up in the fabric, she reached for his hand at her crotch and hesitantly moved it away. He moved away from her neck now and looked her in the eyes. Her heavy knickers followed his pants to the floor and stepping out of them she drew his cock toward her. Lowering herself she met his gaze and they stared at each other intensely. Up until now she had been mostly passive in this, pissing herself by accident then having someone show her the unknown pleasures to be found there, then pissing herself by accident again while he does that. Now for an instant she wanted to take control. She stopped for a few seconds then somehow after peeing enough for three, she managed to push a bit more out, all over his waiting cock. He gasped in ecstasy, then before he could even fully enjoy it, she pulled him closer and into her pussy. Now they both gasped as he took his hand, adorned with pee and bits of the pad which had apparently torn, and wrapped it around her thigh, raising it up and thrusting deep into her. He thrust again, and again, and again. His other hand moved from her breast, grabbed her blouse from the inside and tore it open. Buttons flung everywhere as he pulled the strap of her bra off her shoulder, exposing her breast for him to take into his mouth. As he tongued her nipple, she felt a sensation rising again. His cock inside her, its base rubbing against her clit as he thrust in and out, his tongue lapping at her nipple... she threw her head back again and let out not a sigh, but a moan this time, deep yet breathy, and she felt her one standing leg weaken. Her knee started to bend, and she slid down the wall. Her man removed himself from her and followed her down. She sat on the floor against the wall, legs spread, in a puddle of her piss, exhausted, but he wasn't done with her yet. He slid backwards on the slick tile, lay belly down in the puddle and plunged his mouth into her crotch. She gasped again as he began to lick the pee from her lips and then searched for her clit. Once he found it, he started tonguing it vigorously, and she began to feel a rising sensation again, though rather than another orgasm, this felt like the urge to pee was back. "I can't!" She thought, "There can't be any left, surely!". She was wrong. She started peeing again with his mouth at her pussy. It didn't slow him down. In fact, he only seemed to get more excited. She lifted him up towards her and kissed him deep, tasting her pee for the first time. She expected much worse, and she actually found it quite sweet. She also found that it turned her on even more. She pushed her man back gently to the floor and with him lying in the puddle she knelt over him and lowered herself onto his cock. She rode him there on the wet floor, his hands washing over her breasts and body, wet from the puddle. Her pee was all over them both now. The thought was driving her hips, rocking back and forth harder and faster with each thought, each splash, each touch of her nipples or grasp of her arse. He started to thrust up into her deeper as she rode him, splashing more each time he dipped back down. She felt him slow and tense up. He started shaking and as soon as she realised what was happening, she felt it too. She arched backward as he thrust one last time into her, filling her with his cum. She felt each contraction, each squirt inside her, and each one edged her closer until she came as well, falling forward onto him and quaking. She lied still for a while, eventually rolling off. They lied together on the floor in silence for a while longer, catching their breath. The pee surrounding them had grown cold. "That won't do", Maria thought to herself in her cheekiest inner voice and, without moving an inch, she let what must have been the last of her pee flow out of her, down her pussy, over her arse, and onto the floor.
  3. So this is a little off topic of wetting, but it does feature pads and my wetting a pad, so I thought I'd share. I connected with a lovely person on FetLife about our mutual interest in pads, and we’ve been chatting for a while. After some negotiation and discussion, we agreed that he would be my ‘period partner’ or ‘pad boy’ for a week. Basically, I’d sort of act like an older sister/Dom, guiding him through his first period, and also selecting what panties he wore and letting him know what pads to wear and when. It was tons of fun, and I’d be happy to do it with other boys out there who want someone to guide them through their very own periods. I got to make him buy different pads for different flows, and even to rinse out his panties because of unexpected spotting. I was careful to make sure he was changing his pads regularly and also that he wore the correct pads at night. While I don’t get regular periods due to the birth control I use, I do still often wear pads in case of leaks and small accidents. So the other day I thought I’d wear along with him and also provide a helpful guide to him for how to put a pad with wings into his panties, and how to correctly and hygienically dispose of it. First, start with a regular pack of pads. Today’s a moderate day, so a thin panty liner isn’t going to cut it, but you won’t need to wear one of those bulky night time pads you had on all night. Take out a pad and unwrap it. Don’t throw away the wrapping, you typically need this to hygienically dispose of the pad you are currently wearing, but as you are not currently wearing a pad, you can set that aside. Now pull your panties down to about your ankles, and hold your legs slightly apart so that they hold the panty gusset stable. You might want to inspect your panties to make sure you don’t have any spots or stains. If you do, these will need to be rinsed right away, we can go over rinsing stained panties another time. Here are my panties, as you can see, I’ve already been wearing them for most of the morning. It’s a good thing I’m putting in a pad. Remove the pad from the wrapping and remove the backing paper. Next, please the sticky side of the pad into the gusset of your panties, centred on the gusset, and fold the wings over to hold the pad securely in place. You might want to position the pad a little more towards the front, just in case. See how the wings are folded down around the gusset to hold the pad in place? Because you aren’t changing a pad, you can toss away the wrapping and backing paper. Now wipe yourself clean and pull up your panties. You are ready for you day. Changing Ok, it’s time to change your pad. I hope you didn’t wait too long, that’s how you get embarrassing leaks. Speaking of embarrassing, I wore this pad around the house for the past few hours, and as you can see, I leaked in it quite a bit. I was lucky that it didn’t leak. It is definitely time for a change. First, remove the wings, and then gently pull the pad out of your panties. Fold the wings in, and then roll up the pad, starting at whichever end you please. Roll it tightly, but not too tightly so that anything leaks out. Next, wrap the pad in the wrapping of your next pad (or if you aren’t changing your pad, in some toilet paper), and secure it with the little sticky tab that’s usually included on the wrapping for this purpose. And then dispose of it in the garbage, either the little bin in the stall or a nearby trashcan. NEVER flush your pad, even if it’s embarrassing to leave the stall carrying it to dispose of. Don’t forget to change your pad, last time you wore the same pad all day and that’s very unhygienic. --- Well, there you have it. I had a ton of fun with my pad boy, and I’d love to do it again. So if you are interested, get in touch! Best, Rachel
  4. Talked about going some place and she asked if I'd be OK without a bathroom nearby. I said that I only had a problem when I was lying down and sleeping, which should give me an even better excuse to wet myself at night. Told her my leaking condition had gotten a little worse, so she's now fine with my wearing the large pads in the night. A couple of weeks later I got Northshore pads that hold much more than the shields I'd been using. They also bunch up between my legs a little, so I have that to enjoy even before I use them. If I don't get them too wet during the night I treat myself to lying on my back in bed, letting a little run down between my legs, though I try to be careful to not leak. Yesterday we were out for a long time so I wore the Northshore pad during the day. Even though I used the toilet when possible it was pretty saturated by the time I got home, so was able to sit and feel the wetness all evening. Between the shields and the Northsore pads I'm now able to wear something pretty much all the time, another step on wetting regularly.
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    Just a handful of pad-related films I found recently, some might be re-posts but I don't recall seeing them here before. Enjoy, Rachel
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  6. Before I went to work I drank 32 oz of flavored water and a large coffee. I decided that the last time I was desperate at work without a pad or a diaper I wasn't quite confident, and had decided to pee even before I began to leak. This time I put on a thong, then a super absorbant pad then purple panties that were not even clean. 🤭 Then my work jeans which are pale blue. It was going pretty good I was holding for a friend who told me that I would be punished if I started to leak. I checked in with him a few times and was proud to tell hims I was still dry like a big girl. I was at a nice tingly 8 for a long time, and keeping moving was helping me out. Whenever I stopped moving around and had to stand still, my bladder settled with gravity and the waves of urgency grew stronger. "It's ok, I have a bit of protection," I thought. A few ore times if standing in one spot instead of pacing which took the place of the pee pee dance) and I started to leak just a bit. "It's still ok. My pad will catch it." I thought. Eventually the little leaks had officially broken that fragile barrier, and the urges were getting harder and harder to control. I thought it was ok. I thought that I let enough pee go that the pressure was off for a while. It was for about fifteen minutes. Suddenly I almost completely lost it and had to run to an escape room (I was cleaning rooms at a motel) in case I had to grab myself. I began shaking and breathing fast. Those little shock waves which are awesome sent shivers all the way up my spine and my tummy up to my ribcage. This whole time I also had to poop. I wanted to go that morning already so it wouldn't interfere with my holding, but I couldn't go. This whole time while I was desperately trying not to pee, I was also trying desperately not to poop. So when the waves became too strong, I became desperate for both at the same time. I wasn't about to stop my game. Funny thing is that is I feel like it's gonna come out, the thong makes it feel like it's already out. I could have sworn that there was some that found its way out, but it was just my already wet thong. I had been working all by myself for most of the day. Then my husband comes to 'help out' even though I get stuff done better by myself. He was standing there outside of someone's hotel room asking me a question, I was standing inside the bathroom doorway stalling so I could continue squeezing my legs together and pray for the piss not to get onto my jeans. *note to self, thongs aren't good for wearing under a pad, the wetness will creep way up my ass and past the pad* The flood was so close to happening! I almost couldn't stop peeing myself! I was in someone's room cleaning the bathroom, and had to stop and cross my legs and hope the people don't come back. I crossed and un crossed 3 times before I stopped leaking. I really believed that there was a huge wet spot on my bottom! I hoped so hard that the two people I encountered didn't notice my wet pants. I escaped via the stairwell and back to the room I was staying in for the night, to get some piss relief, and to ease my looming panic. (And to take some pics.) My husband follows me a few minutes later and wants to know why I deadbolted the outer door. (There are people here who have a master key and the bathroom door doesn't have a lock.) He was concerned about if I was taking pics on my phone in the bathroom. I had to tell him that I was not (I totally was, as you know) I had to eventually tell him that I like to hold it because I can climax with no hands and I was checking to see if I was wet. (I totally was, as you know) I had planned getting total relief by emptying my bladder, but decided to have more fun with it, and I stopped halfway through. I still refused to poop. ( Another friend inspired me on this subject.) I didn't have time to change and clean up because my husband was suspicious, so I pulled up my wet thong, my purple panties with the still wet pad, and my jeans that, thank God, only had a teeny spot on my bottom, and went back to work. There was a short period of time where I stopped having the urges to pee and poop. The second wave always seems to come out of nowhere. This one sure did. Especially since there were two kinds of desperation going on at the same time. I thought I could make it longer, but just in case I went into the guest bathroom because I was right there anyway. I didn't want to risk another accident at work. That first one was quite a close call. It must have been a proximity thing because as soon as I locked myself in, the urgency was enough to almost make me fail once and for all. I didn't even have time to put the lid back down. I sat right down on the rim of the toilet At least I managed to pull the thong down too, because that's the time when I needed to poop as well as pee. If not I was about to wet my thong, just for fun, on behalf of my friend on here. I don't really do poop deaperatinons that often, but this one along with the second wave of my pee desperation, and nearly getting caught, and nearly wetting myself completely, twice in one day, both at work... Really gave me a great rush!
  7. View File Rachel's Pad-Stravaganza Just a handful of pad-related films I found recently, some might be re-posts but I don't recall seeing them here before. Enjoy, Rachel Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 08/11/2020 Category Female
  8. So I wanna see who else does this, guys be sure to comment too on what you think when girls do this. So, me being a girl, I get my period, like every other girl, and I love to bring my omo fetish into it. When I get my period I get really really horny, and needing to pee desperately when I have it, it fuels my sexual hormones'. I have always used pads, I hate tampons because they are a pain in the ass to get out. I have always loved the way a pad feels like a diaper, especially the really thick ones. I sometimes get a few thick ones and pee in them. They hold a lot and it feels so good! Any other girls do this?
  9. I'm starting on a somewhat full bladder, but it isn't too bad yet. It's 7:04, and I plan to hold it till at least 8:00. I'm wearing a thick menstruation pad in place of a diaper, and for those who like description, a black-and-white striped miniskirt with a black tank top. I'll drink one small glass of water every time I update. At the moment, I'm a 2/10 on the desperation scale. 7:20 I just drank the water, and I can already feel it! I'm lying on my stomach, which makes it worse. I'm scrolling through the "wetting experiences" page while I do this, and it's definitely affecting my bladder lol. 7:30 Still only a 2.5/10, but the water is making me uncomfortably full. Hopefully it'll reach my bladder soon! Ironically, I'm listening to a song about drowning ("Cybernetic Entities" by Madame Macabre) and that probably isn't helping... okay, I feel it now. 3/10. 7:40 Wow, that escalated quickly. 5/10, and I'm pressing on my bladder to make it worse. I'm crossing my legs a little, but it's not urgent yet-I have the worlds most stubborn bladder. While I wait, I'm going to take one of those "how bad do you need to go" tests, and hopefully I'll make some progress. I've only been really desperate once, but that's a different story ;) 7:50 6/10! I'm lying on my stomach with a Kyubey plushie (Puella Magi Madoka Magica) pressing into my bladder, and I really need to go! I'm not going to drink anymore water, but I will hold it until 8:30 instead of the originally planned 8:00. 8:00 Okay, I'm really getting desperate. 8/10 at least. Crossing my legs and squirming, super uncomfortable! I am going to FLOOD my panties! 8:10 9/10. Sorry, but I gave up! I ran to the bathroom, threw my skirt on the floor, and sat down on the toilet with my panties still on. I took a deep breath, relaxed, and absolutely saturated my underwear. The pad held it for maybe...seven seconds? After that, urine gushed through it and into the toilet. I was going for at least half a minute, and when I finally finished, I had to shake a little to get all the pee out of my undies! I took my panties off carefully and noticed that the pad was so wet, the adhesive had stopped working. That's how bad I had to go! I threw the pad in the trash, then cleaned the floor (a few drops got on it when I took my wet panties off) and dried my legs with a towel. There wasn't an odor because of all the water I drank, so I just ran some water over my panties and hung them up to dry. (I'll wash them later, don't worry!) Best hold I've ever done, although to be fair, it's just the second.
  10. First of all, it turns out I'm not the only one who likes testing out pads, I found this Twitter account: https://twitter.com/Acha_ABDL/media ------ I had the afternoon off and because I was planning on having some fun sex with my husband in the evening when he was done with work, I opted for some pad-testing fun rather than do anything ‘naughty’ that might have involved putting anything inside myself. I therefore decided to continue my epic pad testing adventures. Today I wanted to test out some more random period pads that have been languishing in the bottom of my box-O-pads for far too long. These are the kinds of pads I wouldn’t even wear for my period because of their unknown reliability, but which just tend to accumulate for some unknown reason. Please tell me I’m not the only girl with this problem? Anyhow, I decided I’d test out three pads in one go. No, not all at the same time, I wasn’t going to put all the pads into my panties at the same time. Yeah I’ve totally done this when I was a teen, messing about in the airplane washroom, and fooling about with my sisters and mom’s pads. And actually, I should totally try this again... but that’s a different adventure for another time. No, I decided I’d test out all the pads on the same bladder. I worked an early morning shift and had been wearing a lovely pair of white cotton panties with blue trim all morning. When I got home after lunch, I inspected these and found them to be just a little dirty. For the sake of science, I should explain that the yellow stain in the crotch of these panties pre-dates the tests therefore, that was my girl bits doing their thing all morning and probably some more permanent stains. For those of you who are into these sorts of things, I do sell my used panties (and wet panties), so get in touch. Anyhow, shameless commercialism aside, let’s get on to ‘science!’ I started by filling up on green tea at work, so that by the time I arrived at home I was full and ready to pee. I had fun on the SkyTrain planning my afternoon pad testing adventures. Since my Botox treatment, my bladder has been behaving surprisingly well, and I’m trying to train it to be back to how it was, therefore I’ve decided to alter my tests a little. Rather than stimulate a leak with a sneeze, I decided I’d just try to let out a little squirt. This is good training for my bladder, and a good test of the pads, so a win-win. And well, if I can’t hold it and end up peeing everywhere, I’m totally into that, so it’s another win. I brought a couple of spare pairs of panties into the washroom with me from my panty drawer, just in case the first or second pad I was planning on testing failed and got my undies wet. 1. MaxiThins Fist up, ‘MaxiThins.’ Yes, I’m pretty sure these are the same pads they give away for free in the washrooms on trans-Atlantic flights. Yeah for free pads, boo for their general quality. As you can see, these are your typical ‘bunch of absorbent stuff that goes between your legs’ kind of pads. They are thick and fluffy, with a soft cotton feel. They offer zero apparent side protection, and they are a little stubby, or at least they seemed so compared to the nest pad, but I suppose they have decent coverage. They fit well into my panties and felt thick against my girl bits once they were pulled up. Not in a bad way, but I would imagine some ladies would say that these pads do not disappear, you definitely know they are there. I fit them in place and then moseyed over to the bathtub where I stood ready for the test. At this point I was at about a 7 on the desperation scale, and I was worried about being able to clamp down or not. So I quickly reconsidered my approach. I did want to do justice to the pads and not just pee my panties. None of the pads I was testing today were designed to be flooded by pee, so that would not be very fair. I mean, these are all period pads, so none of them are designed for pee either. Though, I as I’ve suspected while testing other pads from the airplane, I’m convinced that the design committee actually did make these pads sufficient for pee and blood. Ok, so I didn’t trust my ability to shut off the flow after only a little squirt. So I stepped out of the bathtub, pulled down my panties (the pad stayed stuck in, check one for the sticky backing), and sat on the toilet. I would need to test my equipment before I used it to test the pads. Rather than relax, which I was worried would lead me to simply empty most of my bladder, I bore down for a moment, and it works, I successfully released a decent sized squirt of pee. I wiped, pulled up my panties, and resumed my position in the tub. Legs mostly together, I bore down and released a sizable squirt of pee into the MaxiThin pad. It felt good to feel my labia suffused in wet warmth. I stopped, much to my continued surprise and inspected the damage. Feeling around the outside my panties felt dry. I very much enjoyed the feeling, as this pad was thick giving me the feeling of wearing a little diaper, sort of. Prodding around the outside of my panties felt nice. The pad didn’t do all that much in so far as keeping me dry, I could feel the warm wetness of the pad pushing against my body as I felt the outside of my panties. I pulled them down and inspected the pad. My pee was rather darker than I expected, which bode well for the remainder of the tests. The pad had successfully kept my panties dry (along with my legs and the ground), and soaked up a decent sized squirt of pee. I rolled up the pad, wiped myself with some toilet paper, and reached for the next pad. 2. Stayfree Dry Max Thins My next test subject would be a Stayfree Dry Max pad, a very thin pad which covered a serious amount of panty real-estate with its thin plasticky coating. These pads were wide, with that uncomfortable perforated plastic coating with some embossing for show. They are super wide, and cover more than the entire gusset of my panties. Now I’ve mentioned this issue with other panties before. I do tend to wear girls size 14 panties, but I honestly cannot think of a panty design which would make this pad look small. Maybe boxers? Anyhow, with the wings, this pad made for a wide wad in the gusset of my white cotton panties. Anyhow, the pad may be large spatially, but it is very thin. I feel like after a day or even a couple of hours of wear, these pads would be wadded up and formed into the perfect inverted V. Perfect for funnelling pee into your clothes that is. I didn’t decide to test this theory though, instead I pulled my panties up into my body and using my hand folded the pad to better contour my body. Then I stepped into the bathtub and once again did my ‘forced leak bearing-down’ thing. Again my body released a moderate size squirt of pee and then stopped. I was actually quite proud of this. If Kegels and bladder exercises could be this fun, I probably would have done even more when I was younger (I did a great deal, don’t get me wrong). Anyhow, I again felt the outside of the panties for wetness, and again was surprised to find the dry. The contour of my panties was warm feeling though, and my efforts to bend the pad had done very little. So these pads surprised me, though I will say, I don’t think they could have held up to much more. As you can see, they are pretty saturated. And again I doubt their ability to maintain their shape for more than a few steps. I pulled my panties off completely, snapped some pics, and then reached for my third pad of the afternoon. 3. Vintage Kotex Long Pad These ones are a huge blast from the past, and I swear these are the pads my mother used when I was growing up. I remember using pads like this one, or rather stealing them and sticking them in my panties. I distinctly recall the ends of the pads popping up the front and back of my panties. Anyhow, as you can see, these pads are super long and narrow. They have distinctive layers and a cute albeit slightly clinical pink colour. The seam that runs down the middle of them seems to be some sort of mechanism to allow quick absorption. Did I mention these pads are long? Sooo loooong! After pulling up my panties, I had the distinct feeling of wearing a padded banana in my panties. I wiggled my bum about, recalling juvenile pad adventures. Wearing a pad like this made me feel very little rather quickly. There was a feeling of ridiculousness, mixed with rebelliousness and adventure. Taboo and wonder washing over my consciousness. Ah minds are fun, aren’t they? Anyhow, I did mention that I started this experiment with a full bladder and my two leaks had done very little to alleviate this fact. So I set about doing the next experiment. I know I should be appreciating the finer things each pad has to offer. Testing them for wearability, how easy and enjoyable it is to masturbate in them, and that sort of thing, but today I felt like getting through a lot of pads. So I bore down and released another decently size jet of urine into the thin padded banana in my panties. This time I spent a little more time looking for leaks. The sides of the gussets of my panties felt a little damp against my legs. I recalled putting the pad in that it offered very little side to side protection, with no gathers or embossing designed to keep liquids away from the edges, and this seemed to have been a minor failing for the pad this time. My inner thighs felt a little damp and the edges of the panty gusset were wet as well. I don’t know if you can tell in the pictures, but they felt wet to the touch. Probably not wet enough to get your clothes wet, but wet all the same. I pulled the pad off my panties, and after drying off my lady bits, made a little ‘artistic’ pile of the used pads I had just soaked. I still had a full bladder and I was still feeling naughty, so naked from the waist down, I went back to my box-O-pads, and rummaged about and found something a little more interesting for my next test... More soon, Hope you enjoyed my experiment, if you ever want to purchase any of my panties, let me know, I love wetting them for customers. Rach p.s. like my work, want to own this exact pair of panties? Check out my website and get in touch! http://rachelkirwan.wixsite.com/panties
  11. These ones. I got them at Walmart. Unfortunately, I then discovered that they do not work with boxer shorts. Which is the only type of underwear that I have. I tried it, the structural support just isn't there and they will absolutely not work. That's a shame. So, with nothing better to do with them, I held one over the sink and urinated on it. I was quite impressed with the absorbency. I considered getting some cheap briefs to use them with, but that would just be another thing I'd have to hide or explain (I live at home). More likely I'll try the full underwear thing instead, next time I have a day or two to myself. Those should be fun and don't require any other underwear.
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