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Woof... What a difference a year makes. It's almost one year to the day since Novel A.I. launched their image generator, and it was practically the only image gen out of just a few that allowed NSFW content at the time. (along with private image generation) One year later and there are more sites than I can count. So since I've seen some decent work here with Sea Art, and it's clear they have decent pissing, wetting and diaper Lora's available, I thought it was time to give it another shot. (I had pretty much exhausted Novel A.I.'s capabilities, which were far more limited and time consuming) What I've discovered in this first day of using it is a mixed bag, but mostly a HUGE improvement over Novel A.I. On the positive side, the wetting and diaper Lora's work better than any prompts you could ever feed Novel A.I. The quality in general is far higher, and you don't end up with cronenberg monsters half the time (or pretty much ever) compared to Novel A.I. Also, the varied styles are much better and more consistent, and everything doesn't veer towards looking like full on anime all the time, since it isn't solely trained on danboru. On the negative side, much of the interface is poorly explained, and some lora's do not mix with certain styles. (couldn't get classic Disney 2D or Pixar 3D styles to mix at all) But the worst was the image generation queues, with some hanging for 5 minutes before starting, and some generations hanging in at 100% complete forever, until you cancelled and tried again. But overall I'd say it's definitely more useful than Novel A.I. in just about every way, and if anyone's looking to break into A.I., this one is ten times easier with much better results. I've only used it for a day and it was immediately generating images Novel A.I. never could. So here's the first batch of tests using Sea Art, with a classic mix of fantasy/sci-fi fare. It took a handful of renderings to figure out how to use the "face repair", so the first dozen or so images have a few derpy faces, and there's no consistent Lora mixing since I was still learning and experimenting the whole time. So some have piss, some have wetting, some have both etc, and only a few have diapers since that one takes longer to learn. (it kept making everything wet) But as far as first run tests go, this was a pretty decent showing for Sea Art. (If it makes it easier to navigate, everything will be posted to my galleries as well. LINK-->) https://www.omorashi.org/profile/2305-duffman/?tab=node_gallery_gallery
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Does anyone know Jessica Sophie and have any other videos of her? https://www.manyvids.com/Video/1170322/Desperate-pee-at-the-locked-Bathroom
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From the album: Off-Limits!
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So, I went on a road trip from Friday-yesterday with some friends that was about 12.5 hours each way, so about 25 in total. The trip from my town to our destination was completely fine, but the trip back home yesterday was very interesting. A little description of my outfit during this ordeal since some of you are interested in that: I was wearing a mid-thigh length black skirt with a red cropped shirt and a matching grey underwear/bra set. We needed to be back home by 9pm last night so we woke up and hit the road at around 8am on Saturday. We had figured that an hour and a half would be enough time to account for stops since we were only stopping for gas and bathroom breaks along the way, it was not. The first 6 hours or so were fine and we were ahead of schedule by about 45 minutes. We all decided that we wanted Starbucks, so we made a stop for drinks and food. All of us got venti drinks and my friends all finished theirs in about an hour, but I still had most of mine left. We ended up stopping to get gas and use the bathroom about an hour and a half after our Starbucks run. I didn’t need to pee at all so I filled up the car while everyone else went inside to use the bathroom. I made absolutely sure that I didn’t need to go, I pressed on my bladder slightly to see if I felt any urge and I didn’t at the time, so I didn’t go. Everyone got back in the car and we hit the road again. I finished my Starbucks drink plus 1.5 of my two 16oz water bottles by the time that we had about 4 hours left according to our GPS. I still didn’t feel like I needed to pee, so I didn’t ask to stop. In hindsight, that was most definitely my ADHD fucking with my ability to feel my body’s cues, but hindsight is always 20/20. We continued driving and got to the point where we were about 2.5 hours away from home and I suddenly really needed to pee. We weren’t close to any exits so I didn’t say anything, I’m also really pee-shy and get super embarrassed when I’m the only one who needs to go, so I wanted to hold out a little longer to see if someone else would ask. Nobody did. We continued driving and, to my horror, got stuck in a really bad traffic jam. At this point I knew that we definitely wouldn’t have time for any more pit stops if we wanted to get back on time, which the person driving immediately vocalized by saying “We gotta get through the rest of this without stopping. We have enough gas though so we’ll be okay.”. Everyone else in the car agreed and I just resigned to my fate at that point. We got out of the traffic jam and continued our drive home, then, when we were about 20 minutes away from home, the person driving said they needed to pee and couldn’t wait so we needed to stop at a gas station. I was sooooo ready to be able to finally go but alas, I couldn’t. There was a massive line for the bathroom, which was really weird since we were literally in the middle of nowhere at a truck stop. But, then again, 3 out of the 5 stalls were either clogged or had “out of order” signs on them. Our driver used the bathroom and we left, back on the road again. By this point we were only about 20 minutes away from home, so I called my fiancee to tell her to start heading to my friend’s apartment complex so she could pick me up when we got there. After 20 minutes, a lot of bumpy roads, and a very hard, achy bladder, we FINALLY arrived at home and I got to move all of my things and myself into my fiancee’s car. As soon as I was in my fiancee’s car and my friends pulled off to go to their area of the complex, all of my restraint was gone. I doubled over in my seat and said these exact words through shaky breaths: “Baby can we PLEASE stop at a gas station? I’ve had to pee so bad for hours and I don’t think I can hold it much longer.”. She asked if I could hold it for the 10 minute drive back to our house and I told her that I wasn’t sure I could hold it for the 2 minutes it would take to get to the gas station down the street, so we went to the gas station. I got out of the car and hurriedly walked inside to use the bathroom. Of course, the bathroom at that gas station was being cleaned because why should I be able to pee? I knew that this particular gas station didn’t have designated employee bathrooms so I didn’t ask for that and just went back out to the car. I got in and told my fiancee what happened and she told me that she’d hurry us home so I could 100% be able to go. I agreed to this and asked her to hurry. We pulled out of the gas station and immediately hit a pretty big pothole because road infrastructure is terrible in our city, I let out a whimper and stuck my hands between my thighs. My fiancee looked over at me and smirked a little, she knows I have this kink and really enjoy low-risk situations like this where it’s just us. I honestly was a little horny at this point because this was 100% the most desperate I’ve ever been with her and I was enjoying the knowledge that she could very easily take complete control over me in this situation and there was nothing I could do about it. She looked at me and asked if having my hands ”there” was helping me hold it and I nodded yes, she then said “What if I just played some nice waterfall sounds on the car Bluetooth for you?” and I begged her not to. She laughed a little and said she was just joking. When we were about 3 minutes away from home, I got a massive wave of desperation so bad that I actually started crying a bit. I let out a pretty loud cry and squeezed my thighs together even tighter. I looked at my fiancee and said I really didn’t think I could hold it for 3 more minutes and she told me I could do it. I then said, verbatim: “I can’t, I can’t, I can’t. My bladder is so full it literally feels like a rock. I’m gonna explode oh my god. I can’t hold it anymore. Please, please, please.” obviously a lot more rushed and panicked than the punctuation conveys. Don’t know what the “please, please, please” was for, she literally couldn’t do anything more to help me lmao. She put her hand on my thigh and gently squeezed it while reassuring me that I could hold it for 3 more minutes. Those 3 minutes felt like years. Every bump in the road sloshed - well, no, there was no sloshing because my bladder was so full that there was literally no room for the liquid to slosh. I guess a better way to say that would be that every bump in the road sent massive shock waves through my bladder. My seatbelt also wasn’t of any help since it tightened around my bladder ever so slightly whenever we had to stop at lights. Finally though, after all my suffering, we arrived at home. She gave me the keys and told me to go pee and she’d bring my stuff inside. I booked it up the stairs to our apartment and didn’t lose control by some miracle. I got into our apartment and finally, after so many hours, sat on our toilet and just let everything go. I went with a full stream for probably 60-90 seconds, it took until my fiancee had brought my stuff inside and got herself a drink for me to be done. So yeah, that was how my weekend went. This whole situation really reawakened my kink to the fullest capacity. Now I gotta figure out how to ask my fiancee to actively control my bladder…
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So rather than fill up the board with new threads for each image dump, I thought it prudent to consolidate all future posts/image dumps to one mega thread. So boom, here be thread. Just as I thought I was done with this barely working mess, Novel A.I. actually fixed its issues. Now the site actually works reliably. Every time I think I'm out, they pull me back in. But before I just dump another batch of images, some people have asked that I give some sort of basic tutorial on Novel A.I., or at least what I've learned. So I'm going to post something here that I recently posted on another thread. I hope this helps. ============================= NOVEL A.I. Basic Omorashi Tutorial ============================= EDIT: THERE IS NOW A MORE UPDATED/CONSOLIDATED VERSION OF THIS TUTORIAL POSTED TO PIXIV LINK --> https://www.pixiv.net/novel/show.php?id=18609737 This is what I've learned and rendered in my first week with this crazy new sci-fi shit. Yikes what a week. Below I've posted my first attempts at "Landscape" mode, and it was definitely harder and took longer. Going forward I'm gonna try and work on clothing stains/saturation and getting the pee right, so it doesn't look like melted gold half the time. Maybe some of you "scientists" can figure that out, now that you have my mountaintop temple teachings. All of these new images along with the older ones are also viewable in my albums if that's easier. (link below) https://www.omorashi.org/profile/2305-duffman/?tab=node_gallery_gallery And the rest.
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Heya all you losers. This is THE Junko Enoshima. I may have interrupted your regularly scheduled programming from some dude who probably lives in his Mom's basment. Lucky you! You see all you fuckos, I got a special little game in store. A game that will bring people despair... for your enjoyment! So buckle up, and grab ya self some drinks. You're about to see some real piss stuff.
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DLSL-393: New office lady who just took a diuretic. She wants to urinated but her boss won’t allow it. 2 Office ladies are slipped a diuretic and prevented from rushing to the toilet. They become desperate for relief during long rides in the car and going to meetings. Eventually, most of them make it to the toilet for desperately needed relief. Some are pushed past their limit and have accidents just before reaching the toilet. It has been a while, but I finally had a chance to post these videos and screenshots. All clips are 1920x1080 resolution. Enjoy.Free- 1 comment
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After drinking to her heart's content, Bella refuses to use the bar toilet out of disgust, trusting in her ability to hold it until she gets home. With kidneys going at full throttle, the situation proves to be far beyond what she could handle... 30 illustrations of a full bladdered quest!$5.99 -
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.
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Grace stretched her legs out in her seat in the jet, eyes fixated on the scenery out the window. The girls were on their annual trip to Izzy’s beach house, Grace had never gotten to go before. Her heart raced out of sheer excitement. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been on a trip, and she knew she’d never gone on one quite as lavish as this. She turned to look at her friends, who seemed entirely nonplussed by the fact they were quite literally sitting in a private jet. She was admittedly nervous, as well. She had never been so far from home, and to make things worse, she had to pee quite bad. Grace had nervously chugged down way too much water and soda, and it suddenly started to catch up to her. Grace quietly groaned and crossed her legs together before looking at Izzy. She hadn’t said anything before out of embarrassment, but, she couldn’t take it anymore. She figured asking for a bathroom was less humiliating than wetting her pants in her friend’s fancy private jet. She gathered up the courage to walk to where Izzy was sitting and tap her on the shoulder “Izzy?” “Yeah?” Izzy asked, looking up from her phone. Grace looked at her with pleading eyes, blushing. Recognition flashed over Izzy’s face, replaced by a sly smile. Grace was confused, but didn’t have time to question it. “Is there a bathroom on this thing?” Grace’s fidgeting was growing quicker by the second. Her bladder felt entirely too full, to the point it hurt. She knew one wrong move would soak her panties. “Yeah, just go wherever.” Izzy said casually, keeping that smile. Grace groaned. “Please, don’t play around, I’m about to wet myself.” Grace grew more and more desperate. In that moment, Aria turned around to join the conversation. “She’s being serious. They deep clean this thing after every flight, so you can just go wherever.” Aria shifted a bit in her seat. Grace barked out a fake laugh, convinced this was some weird prank. “No way.” Grace groaned again, legs twisting together even tighter. Was this some kind of cruel joke? “Yes way. Watch.” Aria said, all too casually given the circumstances. She slumped back in her seat and spread her legs, glancing up at Grace to make sure she was watching. Grace couldn’t dream of looking away. Was she going to do what Grace thought she was? Aria grabbed the leg of her athletic shorts and pulled them to the side, revealing her bare pussy to Grace, and started to go without a hint of shame. It was a weak stream that just pooled down at her ass and soaked her shorts. Aria swore to herself before using her fingers to pull up her lips. Her stream suddenly got stronger, and arced in the air, running off the front of her seat, obscenely soaking the carpet under her. She sighed in relief as she let go, her stream hissing as it soaked into everything. Grace whined loudly, feeling herself leak a bit of pee into her panties. She stuffed her hand between her legs, bladder wanting to release out of sympathy. Grace couldn’t will her bladder to let go like this, not even when she was so desperate. She made a high pitched whine, and blushed bright red. “Oh god.” She whispered, eyes beginning to tear up. Izzy sighed and stood up, moving behind Grace. “Do you need help? You don’t have any other option here.” Izzy whispered in Grace’s ear, wrapping her arms around the smaller girl’s abdomen. Grace yelped at the contact, and only nodded her head. She realized with horror that she was quite aroused by the close contact, but pushed that thought to the side. Her bladder was much more urgent in the moment. She continued staring at Aria’s stream, watching as it began to dwindle and further pool on the seat. Izzy probed Grace’s bladder with her thin fingers, pressing down hard, making Grace squirm and moan under her ministrations. Finally, Izzy found the sweet spot, the second she pushed on it, a leak escaped Grace, who tried to clench her muscles tight. Izzy pressed on the spot harder. “Just relax, hun, you’ll feel so much better when you go.” She cooed, as she probed even harder. Grace moaned as she let out another spurt of piss, this time, she didn’t bother to stop it. She took in a deep breath, and let it go, trying to relax all of her muscles. A jet of piss travelled down her thighs, wetting her panties. Izzy pulled up the front of Grace’s skirt, trying to keep it dry as Grace began to empty her bladder. Aria watched as a wet spot formed on Grace’s white panties, still sitting in her own piss. Grace stared at the floor to try to forget that she was being watched, and she could see her urine soaking her sneakers and the white plush carpet. She flushed an impossibly bright red, but at that point couldn’t stop herself. She felt like she was deflating, sagging against Izzy’s chest in her relief. She didn’t care about it being weird or embarrassing anymore, the feeling of letting go was borderline euphoric, and she moaned and whined without restraint. “There you go, doesn’t it feel so good to let go? Just keep pushing, you’re almost done, love.” Izzy purred. Her breath ghosted on Grace’s neck, Grace yelped. She didn’t bother to dissect what this meant for their friendship, too lost in her relief and need to care. It felt like she was pissing forever, lost in her ecstasy as she shamelessly pissed down her legs. “Mhm, thank you Izzy.” Grace muttered between gasps, her stream rapidly slowing down. She took a moment to survey the damage. The carpet had stopped soaking her piss after some time, and just puddled on the surface, around her shoes. Her panties continued to drip on the floor, and it seemed that she had gotten a bit of pee on Izzy’s pant legs. She blushed and began to tear up in humiliation. “Oh god Izzy, I’m so sorry, I made such a mess-” Grace babbled until Izzy shushed her. “It’s okay, I keep a ton of extra clothes in here, I usually just wet my pants in here.” Izzy explained. Grace barked out a laugh through her tears at how bizarre the situation was. She stood in her own piss puddle, on a private jet, with the daughter of a respected CEO. That sounded like it was straight out of a weird nightmare. “Are you sure it’s okay?” She asked. Izzy chuckled a bit. “Yeah, that’s what we’ve always done.” Izzy looked at Aria to confirm, and Aria nodded.
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Hello Everyone (*´∀`*)!!! I have a bit of a weird one but I thought why not ask everyone here. I've seen a bunch of images/videos of people inserting weird items into their private parts and I wanna do it too! I have a sucky imagination though so I wanted to ask around and see what you'd like to see. I hope this post is ok for off-topic if not I am so sorry >.< My current list is: Electric Toothbrush Glue stick Cucumber Plastic bottle Rolling Pin Egg Whisker Panties Switch Joycon Lube Bottle Glasses Sharpies Hair Brush Curling Iron Door knob Chocolate Bar I hope you all have a LOVELY day!!!
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View File PYM-322 After pissing in the toilet a woman then becomes horny and begins to masturbate. Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 09/27/2023 Category JAV Collections
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View File PYM-352 After pissing in the toilet a woman then becomes horny and begins to masturbate. Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 09/27/2023 Category JAV Collections
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View File IBW-322 Schoolgirls pissing in the toilet. Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 09/27/2023 Category JAV Collections
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View File BIJ-032 BIJ-032 -Holy Water Torture Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 09/27/2023 Category JAV Collections
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I wanted to create a thread specific for non-diaper messing. I enjoy hearing stories, real or fantasy, regarding pooping in one’s clothes. I only poop in my panties and usually in girly clothes. I like the relief of taking a dump and allowing it to stain so it is visible on the outside, like a genuine accident. I don’t get many opportunities with having a family so sharing with others helps. As I write this, I’m holding back from making a nice brown mess in my dress and tights.
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