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Mom and daughter traffic jam car wetting title
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From the album: [English] Random translated comics/images by Bilingual guy
Small story of a mom who had to pick up her daughter from school due to her wetting herself again. They get stick in traffic, and although the daughter gets to pee in a bottle( she overfills it), the mom wets herself. Just a heads up, This comic was REALLY hard to read, therefore I had to make an educated guess on some of the text boxes on pages 3 and 13. Sorry if it sounds weird or incorrect. I think I did get it right for the most part.-
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From the album: [English] Random translated comics/images by Bilingual guy
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From the album: [English] Random translated comics/images by Bilingual guy
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From the album: [English] Random translated comics/images by Bilingual guy
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From the album: [English] Random translated comics/images by Bilingual guy
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From the album: [English] Random translated comics/images by Bilingual guy
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From the album: [English] Random translated comics/images by Bilingual guy
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From the album: [English] Random translated comics/images by Bilingual guy
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Mom and daughter traffic jam car wetting 10
Bilingual guy posted a gallery image in Omorashi Doujins
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Mom and daughter traffic jam car wetting 11
Bilingual guy posted a gallery image in Omorashi Doujins
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Mom and daughter traffic jam car wetting 12
Bilingual guy posted a gallery image in Omorashi Doujins
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Mom and daughter traffic jam car wetting 13
Bilingual guy posted a gallery image in Omorashi Doujins
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The strict school nurse supervises a long field trip.
footedsleeper posted a blog entry in Discipline in the Dorm
As one of 600 pupils at Middleville Elementary School, I was proud that some from our school had been chosen to appear on Quiz Show, and prouder that I was one of them. I was the only boy; the other three were girls. Our pictures had appeared in the local Middleville newspaper. The caption identified us: Amanda, Jimmy, Pam, and Sarah. The episode of Quiz Show in which we were to appear was to be broadcast from the campus of Prestigious University in Comebridge, Massachusetts. We had flown 1500 miles for the occasion, and on Friday we arrived at the small dormitory where we would stay. The show was not to be recorded until Tuesday, and we would have some time for sightseeing until then, but we also had to drill on questions we could be quizzed on. Miss Perkins was the school nurse who sometimes also taught social studies. She had traveled with us to Comebridge and we were under her supervision until we arrived on Tuesday at the auditorium where the show would be recorded. Miss Perkins was about 35 years old and quite athletic. Although she allowed us to have fun, she was very strict about some things. As the school nurse, she had to deal with several incidents each year in which a kid wet his or her pants, and she had the most absolute zero-tolerance policy imaginable: she always made the kid attend class for six weeks wearing a really thick cloth diaper under transparent waterproof rubber pants and nothing else, and her victim was always forbidden to use the plumbing facilities until the six week sentence was up. Even worse, all three classrooms in the same grade as the pants wetter assembled in the gym, and the victim was made to appear before them in a wet diaper while Miss Perkins lectured about how they should know better than to do this. Some kids thought it was unreasonable to think that they might be in danger of such an accident, but others were scared. I had never wet my pants in school since one time in second grade, before Miss Perkins had arrived. For some reason I hadn't used the plumbing facilities that day. All afternoon I was desperate to pee and terrified of everyone's reaction if I should wet my pants, and then while doing an arithmetic problem at the blackboard, I lost control in front of everyone. For the longest time I stood there peeing. I was not punished, as I would have been if Miss Perkins had been our school nurse then. I wore dry sweat pants during that last hour of the school day. In fourth grade I was shocked when we were assembled in the gym and told that Shirley Smith, from one of the other fourth-grade classrooms, had wet her pants, and then she was brought before us in a diaper. For the next six weeks we saw her walking through the hallways dressed that way, and we knew that those in the class that met across the hall from us saw her sitting at her desk dressed like that. That was only the first of three such incidents that year -- two third graders, a boy and a girl, were the victims. Fifth-graders don't do such things, so I had been shocked the first week in fifth grade when I had seen a girl in our own class wet her pants. Then we were the ones who saw our classmate sitting there every day in nothing but her diaper every day. I was in no such danger. However, at home, I wet the bed about once a month. I had a secret no one but me knew, not even my parents, and that was that I did it on purpose. For fun. I knew if I did it more often they would make me wear diapers, so I kept it down to once a month. Our dorm, which had six bedrooms, was actually a house that, a hundred years earlier, had been the servants' quarters on the grounds of the home of the fabulously wealthy Andrew Vanderfeller. Miss Perkins had what seemed to me like the very opulent master bedroom, and our own rooms were more luxurious than what upper middle-class kids usually saw. After a cruise on the river that afternooon, we enjoyed our dinner, and then spent two hours drilling on material we might be asked about on Quiz Show. We were to be in bed by 9:30 PM. At 9:15 when we were all in pajamas, Miss Perkins, who had been quite cheerful all day, enjoying sight-seeing, gathered us together. She said "Any bedwetters among you must wear diapers to bed." What??? Fifth-graders?? "Amanda, are you a bedwetter?" "Of course not!!" said Amanda incredulously. "Jimmy, are you a bedwetter?" "No," I replied. I obviously didn't plan any recreational bedwetting here. Sometimes I wondered if there were other people in the world besides me who enjoyed wetting the bed. As far as I knew, I was the only one, and I had never told anyone. "Pam, are you a bedwetter?" Suddenly Pam's face turned the most amazingly dark red color. I'd never have guessed anyone could blush so intensely! She looked down at the floor and didn't answer. "I asked you a question!!" said Miss Perkins angrily. "...... yes..." Pam finally whispered. "Take your pajamas off and lie down here on the carpet!" ordered Miss Perkins, and I saw that she was holding a large thick cloth diaper. She couldn't have pulled that out any pockets on the skin-tight trousers on her fat-free body. Where had it come from? Amanda backed away a couple of steps. Suddenly the athletic Miss Perkins grabbed Pam and pinned her down. She ordered us to assist in restraining Pam while she diapered her. Pam screamed "No!!", but she couldn't overpower Miss Perkins, and we were afraid to disobey the strict school nurse when she was in this kind of mood. Within minutes, Pam was standing there wearing a surprisingly thick cloth diaper held against her by stretchable transparent waterproof pants. "Sarah, are you a bedwetter?" "No, ma'am!", said Sarah. We retired to our separate bedrooms. I was a bit shaken by the incident. Even from Miss Perkins I hadn't expected such a thing. But I was tired after a long day, and went to sleep. When I slept at home, if I woke up in the dark and needed to pee, I thought about the calendar, and asked myself if enough weeks had passed since last time. Let's see, its April 24th..... last time was March 15th! Hooray! Wearing pajamas, flat on my back, I let it go. Why did I have the exquisite feelings that never happened when I was just peeing in a urinal? When I first let go, before the pee started flowing, I felt scared and brave, pushing myself beyond my fears. Then I could feel it approaching the end of my dick. Then warm fluid was flowing onto my belly. I grew into a pool on top of my, soaking my pajamas. Then I felt it flowing down the sides of my upper legs, then down my crotch, and I kept on peeing. Then it's pooling under my butt, and I kept on peeing. I'm soaked and the bed is soaked and I keep on peeing. Glorious! I wish I could just do this every night and have it be my secret! When I'm done, I usually go back to sleep fast. While drifting off to sleep, I remember that our appearance on Quiz Show is in the near future. All the drilling with flashcards we've doing..... Wait!!!! I'm not at home!! I just wet the bed in the luxurious Vanderfeller Estate! Probably no one's ever wet the bed in this Historic Building before! It will be a national scandal. My name will be on the network news: the boy who defiled the National Monument that is the Historic Vanderfeller Estate! What will I do?? I have to run away before morning! I'll have to go to an orphanage and tell them my parents died and give them a fake name! I was in panic for an hour, thinking through possibilities. Finally I realized that Room Service would attend to it and Miss Perkins might not find out if I cover it up. At some point I went back to sleep. In the morning someone was shaking my shoulder, then I noticed bright sunlight coming in the window, then saw that Miss Perkins was waking me up. She told me I'd slept later than she thought I would. "Time for breakfast!" she said cheerfully. Then she pulled the covers off me. Then she stared. And gasped. And shouted "Girls, come here at once!!" Amanda, Pam, and Sarah came in. Pam was wearing a wet diaper under transparent stretchable waterproof pants. They all saw that I had wet the bed. Miss Perkins made me take off my pajamas then and there. She had me walk to the next room naked while my classmates followed. I suddenly found out how strong the athletic Miss Perkins was as, before I knew what was happening, she had me over her knee and was delivering stinging blows to my bottom. Minutes later I stood there naked and she told Pam to go to the bathroom and change into her normal clothes. "Jimmy will wear a diaper in public all day today!" Miss Perkins announced. I hadn't warm a diaper since I was two years old. I knew it was impossible to escape Miss Perkins. I meekly obeyed as she diapered me. Then I was dressed the way Pam had been. At that point the girls had gone downstairs for breakfast, and Miss Perkins told me to join them. She turned away from me and bent down to close the luggage in which she store diapers and plastic pants. As she bent down, the back of her underwear became clearly visible, and I was astonished to see that she was wearing a wet cloth diaper and clear plastic pants.-
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Yesterday, I had an exam for my circuits class that I really didn't feel prepared for, so I ran to the library beforehand to spend a few hours going over my notes, only stopping to grab a coffee. My bladder has been very irritable lately, and I'll get sudden and powerful urges to pee that will make me leak if I don't go to the toilet right away. Caffeine doesn't help matters, but I'd had an awful night's sleep the night before, and I needed to get my brain going. Another important thing is that the spot in the library where I love to work is quiet and well-lit, but the nearest ladies' room is down a floor and on the other side of the (very large) library. That distance has been responsible for more than one accident of mine. Also, it has been extremely hot here lately, so I've had to drink tons of water to stay hydrated. You can probably imagine none of this does good things for my bladder control. Long story short, I've learned to always wear protection that can hold a full Jessica bladder if I plan to really get into my work. Yesterday, I was wearing a loose sky-blue sundress that reached down to my knees, and underneath, one of my Abena M4's with black spandex workout shorts over it to cut down on the puffiness and crinkle. Sitting down in my spot, I smoothed my skirt down, making sure no signs of my diaper were showing, then drank a bit of my coffee and gulped down most of my water bottle. Setting out my book and notes, I started working, only pausing to take an occasional sip of coffee or swig of water. I was totally engrossed in my work, but inevitably, the awareness of my filling bladder intruded on my concentration. Without concern, I relaxed my muscles, allowing the warmth of my pee to rush from between my legs into the seat of my diaper. The emptying of my bladder let me regain my focus, and another two hours and mindless wetting flew by. Checking my watch, I realized I had to leave the library immediately in order to make it to the exam room on the other side of campus in time. I'd been distracted and lost track of time, and I needed to hurry to not be late to my exam. I quickly packed everything up, only pausing to finish off my coffee and empty my water bottle before having to go outside into the heat again. I was in such a rush that I didn't go pee or change into a dry diaper on my way out of the library. Instead, I walked as fast as I could to the engineering building where my exam was scheduled, arriving just a couple minutes before it was supposed to start and taking a seat near the back. As my professor handed out the test papers, my heart started pounding. I tried to breathe deeply as the last few seconds before the start ticked down. Flipping over my test, I started working, and forgot about my nerves. By the fifth problem out of ten, I started to feel an urgent need to pee building, but I did my best to ignore it. With each minute passing, though, my need got worse and worse. By the time I was on the sixth problem, I was squeezing my legs tightly together, pressing wet padding against my sex in a way that would have been intensely arousing if I wasn't worried about letting loose a flood and almost certainly leaking. Halfway through the seventh problem, I resorted to holding myself with my left hand while I continued writing with my right. I needed to use my calculator, though, so I had to take my left hand away from pressing through the fabric of my dress and my padding so that I could press the buttons. My body was trembling with a sensation that was half-pain, half-orgasmic pleasure. Inevitably, I started to lose control. I felt the first spurt newly dampen my padding at the beginning of the eighth problem, and then the next spurt came, and the next one, and the next one, until I wasn't spurting so much as I was peeing, a trickle and then a stream making its way into padding that was already saturated. I clenched every muscle in my pelvic floor as hard as I could, but they simply weren't up to the task, even with my legs still welded together and my hand jammed into my crotch. There simply wasn't anything else I could do, my bladder had reached its limit, and I peed and peed and peed for what seemed like ages. I felt the hot flood rush out from my crotch, into the seat of my diaper to pool around my ass, and let out a gasp as I felt the wetness run out the legs of my diaper and onto my thighs. As I let loose the last few drops into my now completely saturated diaper, I heard a soft "drip.....drip......drip" as a few drops of pee ran over the edge of my chair. Almost certainly no one else heard it, but to me they sounded like hammerblows in the silence of the exam room. Blushing furiously, I mopped up the pee on my chair with a dry area of my skirt, then rushed down to the front of the room to hand in my test and out the front fire door so I didn't have to walk back past everyone there. I didn't see anyone look up from their work, and I had a whole row of desks to myself, but I was nonetheless absolutely mortified. I sprinted to the nearest ladies' room, where I locked myself in the disabled stall and ripped off my diaper, throwing it into the trash, and balled up my spandex to stuff into my bag. My dress had a giant wet patch outlining where my diaper had leaked onto the chair. Standing there in the stall, I tried to calm down, but tears ran from my eyes from the humiliation. I didn't trust my bladder anymore, so I taped on the spare diaper I had in my bag and went home, trying not to be seen by anyone. I hadn't planned to have an accident like that, and I certainly don't want to again, but at the same time, thinking about it after I've had the chance to calm down makes me strangely aroused. Certainly, in the future when I'm about to take an exam, I'm definitely going to make sure I'm protected, and that my protection is completely dry before it starts.
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