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  1. View File Held my pee for 12 hours Wetting my jeans after holding it for 12 hours. See the full 5 minutes of me stripping my wet clothes off at this link https://www.manyvids.com/MVlink/YcuIOSKcwmuzDQut Submitter SerenaSoaks Submitted 06/22/2022 Category Female  
  2. 1,353 downloads

    Saw the thread on this video, saw that ThisVid link was already broken, and the version uploaded to the thread was of lower quality than the copy I had. Brittany acts as a schoolgirl in this video, begging her teacher to let her go to the toilet during class as she's had too much water to drink. She ends up having an accident in her chair, and then strips out of her outfit. Nudity is shown from approx. 3:30 onwards.
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  3. 1,081 downloads

    Wetting my jeans after holding it for 12 hours. See the full 5 minutes of me stripping my wet clothes off at this link https://manyvids.social/BAtVzp
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  4. 376 downloads

    Found this on DVD-RW I had, didn't want it anymore. All it is just a bunch weird Japanese girls sitting together giggling and farting their asses off, for two hours, hope you at least make it your worthwhile. Content is nothing more but that and urinating, lots and lots of urinating, and a tiny bit of scat.
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  5. View File KBMS-081 Found this on DVD-RW I had, didn't want it anymore. All it is just a bunch weird Japanese girls sitting together giggling and farting their asses off, for two hours, hope you at least make it your worthwhile. Content is nothing more but that and urinating, lots and lots of urinating, and a tiny bit of scat. Submitter Marysthirsty Submitted 06/19/2022 Category JAV Collections  
  6. 1,249 downloads

    Saw someone mentioned this video of Brittany and that they couldn't find it, luckily had it saved.
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  7. Brittany - Peeing her Jeans View File Saw someone mentioned this video of Brittany and that they couldn't find it, luckily had it saved. Submitter TheMarcher Submitted 06/13/2022 Category Female  
  8. Brittany - School Girl Wetting View File Saw the thread on this video, saw that ThisVid link was already broken, and the version uploaded to the thread was of lower quality than the copy I had. Brittany acts as a schoolgirl in this video, begging her teacher to let her go to the toilet during class as she's had too much water to drink. She ends up having an accident in her chair, and then strips out of her outfit. Nudity is shown from approx. 3:30 onwards. Submitter TheMarcher Submitted 06/13/2022 Category Female  
  9. 40 downloads

    Me wetting my very tight shorts.
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  10. View File Wetting sportshorts Me wetting my very tight shorts. Submitter DarkDevil94 Submitted 06/12/2022 Category Male  
  11. Version 1.0.0

    1,028 downloads

    Another desperation game by this creator is finally out! If somebody knows how to get her to stand up in front of the class please tell me. THIS GAME MIGHT NEED JAPANESE LOCALE, SO PLEASE ACTIVATE IT IF THERE IS AN ERROR!!!!!!!!!!!
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  12. 64 downloads

    Me taking a long pee in my sweatpants. I really had to go. Hope u like it. Pls comment with ideas for future stuff.
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  13. View File Long pee in sweatpants (nuditiy) Me taking a long pee in my sweatpants. I really had to go. Hope u like it. Pls comment with ideas for future stuff. Submitter DarkDevil94 Submitted 06/04/2022 Category Male  
  14. Been holding it for a while and decided my pjs werent warm enough haha, as you'll see I didnt pee that much because my bladder is pretty small but gosh, the weird noises I made during the vid were just ecstasy by how warm it felt, dont get me wrong I wet myself a lot but its NEVER felt this warm, so it really caught me off guard haha (my legs even start shaking by the time im done peeing if you look close enough, thats how warm it was haha) hope you enjoy! ^w^ PS: Towards the end I filmed my feet for like 10 seconds xD its not meant to be kinky, I was just struggling to lay the pants in a good position and didnt want to show my messy bathroom lmao VID_20220118_204434.mp4
  15. I've been trying to work up the courage do do more public wetting. I've gotten comfortable enough to do it in my yard when it's dark. I sat on my bottom step while look at my phone leaning over to hide my crotch. After a few moments I'm able to release my bladder. A car drove by but I doubt the driver could see. Any recommendations on what I should do next?
  16. When my wife and I had been going out for a few months I did finally get her to do a pee, we were playing around in the car one night after a few drinks, and she kept saying I've got to go. I told her relax, she did and did a few spurts, which really surprised her. From then on she would often like to pee together with me when we were out and about, and would occasionally wet herself, usually after a few drinks. Often only a little trickle, occasionally a full on wetting. One day after we had been engaged we were doing the rounds and meeting her relatives. It was summer time and she had on a halter top, small tight dark blue shorts and a pair of sandals. We were fairly close to our destination and she said to me. Do you want to pee? I didn’t really but did not want to miss an opportunity. We parked in a bit of a bushy pullover, got out she held it for me; she always enjoyed waiving it around as I was peeing, today even more so. After I had finished I said, your turn. She just said, “don’t want to go” and she got back in the car .OK bit odd so what. Got to the relatives place, time dragged on, odd looking cakes and cups of tea; I was taking away happily to her uncle, when she had called me into the kitchen. Said straight up,” we have got to go, now, I have started to wet myself”, I felt down and sure enough there was dampness on the crotch of those little blue shorts. Bid our good byes, and went out to the car. It was parked driver’s door to the house, I opened her door but she did not get in but asked me to. I did, closed my door and she was still standing on the road with the door open facing me and talking across the roof of the car to her auntie. As I watched she started to wet, quite controlled and deliberately, with her legs together, it was not splashing straight on the ground but mostly running down her legs(which I love) While still talking to her Aunt. Finally said good bye, she just hoped in the car with a squelch and we drove off back to the place where I had peed earlier, she was peeling her wet pants of on the highway before we even got there. I was about ready to explode, I think the whole thing took about 30 seconds. Really was quite a turnaround, and from time to time she has continued to surprise me.
  17. Disclaimer: this comment is to anchor my progress. More content to come here. Also... Warning: this is an ABDL story. Fetishes are bound to be visualized. If you don't like any of the fetishes shown here, please click off the story. The romance story "The Heartwarming Flood" is not known for its vanilla sex scenes, after all!
  18. Chapter 1: Set in Motion It began on a warm Spring night, as darkness encroached on the fleeting rays of late day sun. As with so many stories of this kind a chain of events, some entirely preventable and others not, were inconspicuously set in motion. This time it would be in the quiet suburban town of Smithville just past 9pm. The first link in that chain slid into place in the Lyon household as the Lyons’ son, Adam, swung open his bedroom door and immediately made a beeline for a different, smaller room in the house. Adam typically went to bed around 9pm each night however before that his preferred method of unwinding after a long school day was playing video games. Given the limited amount of time he had each night to play video games Adam had developed a penchant for trying to maximize potential gaming time by minimizing any disruptions to his recreational time. This meant that after dinner each night Adam would typically barricade himself in his room with snacks and a very large bottle of water so he would not need to leave and interrupt his gaming time until it was time for bed. This also meant of course that after hours of gaming in his bedroom, his 9pm bedtime was also the time of Adam’s final, typically very needed, potty break. Indeed, just as so much spring water had flowed out of the spout of Adam’s water bottle and into him, he now found himself in a position wherein his own personal spout was now nearly attempting to flow it’s own spring out of his body. Dashing down the hallway Adam kept one hand gripped on his spout through his pants while internally begging the spring not to flow into his own jeans but instead to wait just until he was in position over the toilet bowl so that his stream could connect with another body of water. It wouldn’t be too much longer now. He proved to himself just how close relief was by unbuttoning his jeans and lowering his zipper as he rounded the hallway corner to the room of his desire. Overcome with the thought of reaching his goal Adam did not even entertain the thought that there may have been one final obstacle in the way before promptly slamming into a wooden door at full speed with a thud. Rebounding from the sudden shock Adam involuntarily dropped his hands and for a fleeting moment a stream sprung forth from his boyhood, dampening small patches of his underwear as his spout swung free from his grip. Additionally, with it’s supports no longer in place Adam’s jeans fell to the ground leaving the boy dancing in his underwear trying desperately to turn off his personal tap. “Hey!” Adam shouted squeezing himself as hard as he could, “Who’s in there? I need to go!” “One moment!” Adam’s mom, Kathy, replied behind the door in a sing-song manner. After finishing drying her hands Kathy opened the bathroom door and was taken aback at the sight in front of her. Her son, nearly naked from the waist down and very obviously gripping his penis through damp briefs, was dancing from foot to foot – clearly on the verge of soaking her hallway carpet. “Mom please! I have to pee so bad!” Kathy did not looked amused. She crossed her arms and shot the boy a look. “What have I told you about waiting to the last second?” Adam was decidedly about to flow into his underwear and sputtered through an apology as quickly as he could. “Imsorrysorrysorrysorrypleaseletmepee! Iwontdoitagain!” His mother relented and moved from the doorway allowing Adam to rush in and slam the door behind her. “Some day that’s going to get you in serious trouble!” Kathy shouted after him. Adam was not a stranger to accidentally riding the fine line between warm underwear and proper relief. As such, after closing the bathroom door he initiated an emergency maneuver he had gotten into the habit of using to help avoid a very wet catastrophic failure: Adam found that in the last critical seconds of a pee emergency it was too much to attempt peeing through his fly and as such his solution was to forgo it entirely. Adam immediately slid his underwear down to the ground to join his jeans, leaving him bare bottomed in the bathroom and inches away from relief. Adam desperately hopped from the entry side of the bathroom to where he finally would be able to let loose the waters trapped inside him. However with Adam’s relief in sight and his lower half no longer having anything between them and open air the signal from Adam’s brain to drain his bladder came across much too soon and he began to whiz into his own hands. Leaving a trail behind him Adam finally made it to the porcelain bowl in front of him and hurriedly redirected his stream from himself to the water below his bare body. Loosening the grip on his wet hose Adam aimed his stream downward and breathed a final breath of relaxation as a the warm jet exiting his body picked up in strength. And as Adam’s spout continued to recycle the water back into the system he had originally taken it from the first link in his upcoming chain of events locked into place. Unbeknownst to Adam this would be the last proper potty break he would take in the next twenty four hours. That said, it would not be the last time his spout would spring a leak, just the last time it would be aimed at a toilet. Such is the crux of this story.
  19. Lavender despised her. It wasn’t the fact that she was a mudblood; Lavender wasn’t prejudiced about such things, despite being a pure-blood witch herself. It was just the fact that she was so … perfect. When they’d been first years, it hadn’t been so bad. She’d been brilliant at everything in class, of course. Most gifted witch of her age and all that nonsense, but she’d at least looked bookish and hadn’t been overly popular. However, as time had gone on, her renown with the other students had increased, and she had actually started to have some social clout. The real killer had been when she’d muscled in on Lavenders boyfriend, her sweet Ron-Ron. It was at that point that Lavender had decided that Hermione needed to pay. Of course, getting revenge on Hermione was no easy task. She really was a gifted witch. Any sort of plot involving curses was unlikely to work and was the sort of thing that could get Lavender expelled if it came back to her. It became clear to Lavender fairly early on that she would need to find a completely non-magical way to get back at Hermione. Every day that passed by with no revenge was an insult in Lavender’s eyes. She even had to share a room with her… That was it! That was Lavender’s great advantage. She couldn’t believe she hadn’t seen it before. Several years before, Lavender’s older cousin had come to stay for the summer, and they had been sharing a room with Lavender. Lavender had been crestfallen on the first morning to awake to a wet bed, something which she thought she had long outgrown, and her cousin laughing at her. After Lavender’s mother had intervened, the cousin had revealed that it was possible to make somebody wet the bed purely by putting their hand in warm water while they were sleeping. This, thought Lavender, was surely the key. Gifted though Hermione might be, she was not immune to shame and humiliation. Lavender was sure that Hermione would be significantly less high and mighty if she woke up with a soggy bottom. However, as much as doing it once and then telling everybody that Hermione had wet her bed might be entertaining, but Lavender thought that it would be much more fun to make it an ongoing thing. She put her plan into action that very night. Waiting until she was quite sure that all the other girls were asleep, she approached Hermione’s bed with a bowl of warm water. ‘Hermy?’ she whispered, just to be sure. There was no reply. Lavender gently lifted Hermione’s wrist, placing her hand into the bowl. At first nothing seemed to be happening. Lavender had no idea how long this was supposed to take. She wondered if she had done something wrong. Then she heard a hiss. Carefully, she lifted the duvet. In the gloom, she could clearly see that Hermione was piddling in her pajamas. The light blue crotch was dark and glistening as she relieved herself in her sleep. Lavender disposed of the evidence and went to bed. She fell asleep with a smile on her face. Over the next few mornings, a clear pattern emerged. Hermione, normally inclined to rise early and scurry off to the library to stick her nose in a book, had developed a tendency to stay in bed until all the other girls were up, dressed and out of the room. As soon as she thought the coast was clear, she would jump out of bed, grab her wand and resolve the issue of the wet sheets. However, she didn’t like the idea of using magic on her pajamas as she was wearing them. It would probably be fine, but the last thing she wanted was to be stuck wearing wet pajamas all day because she’d made a minor mistake with an incantation. Instead, she would head to the bathroom that was adjoined to the dormitory, peel off her sopping pajamas and knickers and take a long, hot shower. Of course, the other girls noticed the change in Hermione’s habits, but only Lavender knew the reason for them. ‘She’s probably just stressed after everything that’s gone on,’ she told the other Gryffindor ladies, despite knowing full well that the little princess of Hogwarts was having night time issues. Lavender allowed this to continue for about a week and a half before she put the next part of her plan into action. She’d had fun watching Hermione squirm but now it was time to turn it up a notch. One by one the other girls rose and left the dormitory until only Hermione and Lavender remained. While Hermione pretended to be asleep, Lavender cast a crafty sound-nullifying spell so that they wouldn’t be overheard, then she strode up to Hermione’s bed. ‘Wake up sleepy head!’ she cried as she pulled the cover off, exposing Hermione’s shameful secret. Hermione screamed, desperately trying to cover her crotch with her hands but failing miserably to do so. The fact that she was lying in a large wet patch didn’t help either. ‘Oh Hermy,’ said Lavender, voice dripping with faux sympathy, ‘have you had a wickle accident?’ There was silence. Hermione looked away and blushed. ‘I asked you a question Hermy…’ Lavender knew that Hermione hated being called that. ‘Well, obviously,’ she said, ‘you know full well that I’ve wet the bed. It’s never happened before though!’ ‘That’s a lie,’ said Lavender. ‘You and I both know that the reason you’ve been waiting for everybody to leave in the mornings is because you keep wetting yourself.’ ‘Look, just don’t tell anybody, please.’ ‘Well, if you want to keep it a secret you’re going to need to do something about it. It won’t just go away on its own.’ ‘It might…’ ‘No, no Hermione. If you want this to stay a secret, you’re going to have to let me help you. You clearly can’t deal with this on your own.’ ‘Help me? How exactly are you going to help me?’ ‘Well,’ said Lavender, ‘we’ll start by getting you out of those wet things. Then we’ll lay down some ground rules.’ Lavender marched Hermione into the bathroom and locked the door behind her. ‘Now I know this is embarrassing for you Hermy, but you have to remember that it’s just between you and me, and that I’m helping you.’ Hermione didn’t reply. She simply stood there, hands crossed over her crotch in a futile attempt to cover her soaked pajamas while she stared at her feet. ‘First things first, let’s get you out of those wet things,’ said Lavender. ‘But … you’ll see me,’ said Hermione. ‘We’re all girls here. Don’t make a fuss. Take them off.’ Hermione could see that there wasn’t really much of an argument to be had here. Plus, she really did want to be out of her wet clothes. Acquiescing, she took off her top first, revealing her naked chest underneath. Next she removed the pajama bottoms and her knickers in one motion, leaving her standing in front of Lavender wearing absolutely nothing, blushing as she saw Lavender’s eyes lingering on her pubic curls. ‘Right, you’ll have to shower. No offense, but you smell pretty bad. That’ll happen if you insist on peeing all over yourself. While you’re in there, you’re going to need to take care of … that situation,’ said Lavender, pointing at Hermione’s crotch. ‘What do you mean?’ asked Hermione. ‘It’s not usually a problem, I’m sure. But if you’re going to be piddling your pants like this, hair down there simply isn’t very sanitary. It needs to go, I’m afraid.’ ‘But I’ll look like a little girl!’ protested Hermione. ‘Yes, you will. Which is kind of fitting considering your current problem, but let’s be honest, it’s not like you’re going to be having any raunchy fun anytime soon, is it? I don’t think Ron would be overly sympathetic about your little problem, would he? You can let it grow back once you can keep your bed dry.’ ‘Fine. But you promise you won’t tell anybody?’ ‘I told you, I’m just here to help you Hermy. There’s no need to get grouchy with me.’ Hermione got into the shower and pulled the curtain closed. She stood under the bombardment of hot, steamy water, wishing that the ground would swallow her up. ‘There’s going to be a few other adjustments we’ll need to make,’ said Lavender. ‘Firstly, I need to get an idea of the scale of the problem.’ ‘It’s most nights,’ said Hermione, blushing behind the curtain, ‘but it only started recently. It’s never happened before.’ ‘Most nights, perhaps, but I need to know about the day time,’ said Lavender. ‘What do you mean? It doesn’t happen in the day!’ ‘Well, of course, you would say that, wouldn’t you? If you’re having problems during the day I’m sure you’d be far too embarrassed to tell me, so I’ll just have to check.’ ‘What do you mean?’ asked Hermione. ‘Exactly what I said. Anytime I want to check if your knickers are still dry, you’re going to show them to me.’ ‘That’s ridiculous,’ said Hermione, as she took a razor to her pubic hair. ‘I agree, it is ridiculous that a girl of your age would need such a thing to happen, but it’s the best course of action. Remember, you have to let me help you if you don’t want anybody else to find out. You wouldn’t want your precious boyfriend to find out that the Gryffindor princess is a little bedwetter, now would you?’ ‘Fine. No pubic hair and I’ll show you my knickers whenever you want. Anything else?’ asked Hermione, knowing that she wouldn’t like the answer. ‘Well, I think it’s probably best if you ask me before you go to the toilet. That way I know just how often you’re going. Then, if it’s a good time, I’ll take you to the toilet and let you do what you need to.’ ‘And if it’s not?’ ‘Well then you’ll just have to hold it, won’t you? That shouldn’t be too hard for a big girl, should it?’ ‘Fine. If I do all this, nobody finds out?’ asked Hermione. ‘If you do all this, I won’t tell a soul,’ said Lavender, crossing her fingers on the other side of the shower curtain. ‘There’s more to come though.’ ‘Really? All this isn’t enough?’ ‘Well, no. There’s still the three most important aspects. Firstly, we want to try to prevent the bedwetting. So each night before bed, I’m going to bring you in here and you’re going to use the potty for me like a good girl.’ Hermione thought that made sense on some level, but could have done without the childish terminology and she hated the way that Lavender’s voice was dripping with condescension. ‘I’ll also need to hold onto your wand…’ said Lavender. ‘What? No!’ said Hermione. ‘That’s too far! I need that. I can’t work without it.’ ‘Relax, pissypants, I’ll give it back to you in classes. I just need to hold onto it outside of class so that I can be sure you aren’t covering up any accidents.’ ‘I’m not happy,’ Hermione said, turning off the shower and drawing the curtain back, revealing that she now had no hair below her eyebrows. ‘Well, you’re really not going to be happy about the next bit,’ said Lavender, ‘but it’s the last one for now.’ ‘Go on then,’ said Hermione as she dried herself with a towel, ‘What else do you want me to do? Pay you for your silence? Break up with Ron?’ ‘Tempting, but no,’ said Lavender. ‘You see, I don’t know how you’re ever going to stop wetting your bed if you don’t have the adequate incentive. So, when you wet your bed, the next morning, I’m going to … spank you.’ ‘You can’t be serious.’ ‘I’m deadly serious,’ said Lavender, sitting herself down on the toilet. ‘If you don’t want my help, and my silence, then take your pissy pajamas and go and get dressed. I think by morning break the whole school will know about you. If you agree to my terms, you’re going to lay across my lap and let me warm those sweet little buns of yours. As you’re supposed to be the brightest witch of your age, I’d say this shouldn’t be too tough a choice for you. Social suicide, or a little attitude adjustment?’ When Hermione had finished drying herself, feeling every bit the scolded child with her hairless crotch, she lay herself over Lavender’s lap. ‘Well done little Hermy, you made the right choice,’ said Lavender with a playful slap to Hermione’s exposed bottom. However, the slaps didn’t stay playful for long. Soon enough, Lavender was taking out all her ill-feeling towards Hermione, of which there was plenty, on the naked girl’s posterior. Hermione tried to remain stoic, not wanting to give Lavender the satisfaction of breaking her. She succeeded, for a while, but this simply made Lavender redouble her efforts and it wasn’t long before Hermione was kicking, screaming and crying. If she could have seen herself she would have realised that she look every part the naughty little girl being punished. Eventually, Lavender was satisfied. Hermione lay prostrate across her lap, her bottom practically glowing red, her will broken by a combination of pain and humiliation. Wanting to check just how compliant Hermione had become, Lavender parted the sobbing girl’s burning cheeks and prodded the entrance to her back passage. Hermione let out a weak moan between sobs, but nothing more. Lavender thought that this was glorious. All it had taken to break the princess of Gryffindor were some wet sheets and firm hand. ‘Right, up you get, before you piddle on me,’ said Lavender. ‘I don’t do that during the day,’ protested Hermione. ‘Well, I’m not taking any chances, off you get.’ Hermione stood up, wiping tears from her face. ‘Hands on your head,’ Lavender commanded. Hermione meekly complied. Lavender looked the girl up and down, her eyes lingering on the now bald pubic mound. She ran her finger over it. ‘You know, this look, it kind of suits you,’ she said. ‘However, we can’t linger about all day. It’s time for you to get dressed. Lavender marched Hermione back into the dorm room and Hermione dressed quickly. She didn’t want to have to explain her red bottom or her hairless fanny to the other girls if they happened to walk in. ‘I don’t think so,’ said Lavender as Hermione, through sheer force of habit, went to tuck her wand into the back of her skirt. Remembering their agreement, Hermione reluctantly handed it over. Without her wand, she really did feel powerless. ‘Right then, we’ll have to hurry or we’ll miss breakfast,’ said Lavender. The girls made their way down to the great hall. Many of the other children had already eaten and were on their way to classes. ‘We really are short on time, Hermy, but we can’t miss breakfast altogether. Sit down.’ Lavender placed a plated slice of toast in front of Hermione, as well as a goblet of pumpkin juice. And a second. And a third. ‘Eat up then, Hermione. And don’t forget to drink plenty,’ said Lavender, before biting into a sausage. Knowing that it would come back to bite her later, but also knowing that she didn’t have much choice, Hermione drank all three goblets, much to Lavender’s delight. ‘Right, come on then. I know you, of all people, don’t want to be late to class,’ said Lavender, grabbing Hermione by the hand and leading her towards the door. Their potions class was some distance away, and down one of the many quiet corridors, Lavender stopped abruptly ‘Are you dry?’ she asked. ‘What? Of course I’m dry!’ replied Hermione indignantly. ‘Show me,’ said Lavender. ‘Here?’ said Hermione. ‘Right here, little girl. Lift up your skirt.’ After a cursory glance to make sure that nobody was in sight, Hermione did as she was told. She stood there in the corridor with her skirt lifted above her waist. She wasn’t entirely shocked when Lavender pulled her tights down to mid-thigh, fully exposing her white cotton knickers. She was a little more surprised when Lavender thrust her hand between her legs, feeling the fabric there. She was astounded to find that while Lavender rubbed the crotch of her knickers, there were … stirrings. ‘Well done Hermione. All dry like a big girl,’ said Lavender, before walking off to class, leaving Hermione stood in the corridor with her skirt lifted, her tights pulled down and her knickers on display. Hermione quickly awoke from her stupor and, realising her situation, righted her clothes and scurried after Lavender to potions class. As always, Hermione performed well above the expected standard in the class. She did find that her spanked bum was a source of some distraction, as was a growing need to go to the loo. By the end of the class, she was fairly desperate. She glanced over and saw that Lavender was talking to Luna and Cho and that they were giggling. Surely not about her? Trying not to think about that, Hermione resolved to do something about the pressure in her bladder. Hermione reasoned that if she snuck off to the loo, she’d almost certainly find herself in hot water with Lavender. She’d gone too far to back out now, so she bit the bullet and approached the group of girls. ‘Can I have a word, Lavender?’ Hermione asked. ‘What’s the problem Hermy?’ ‘Um, in private, if you don’t mind.’ Hermione half expected her to say no, but Lavender obliged her and they made their way over to an empty section of corridor. ‘What’s the matter?’ asked Lavender condescendingly, ‘Have you wet yourself?’ ‘What? No!’ protested Hermione. ‘Best to check,’ said Lavender. Hermione let out a squeal as Lavender’s hand shot up her skirt and ran over the tights covering her most private area. ‘Hmmm, actually dry. Maybe you aren’t a complete baby after all.’ ‘Of course I’m dry! I told you, I don’t wet myself during the day,’ said Hermione in an angry whisper. ‘I came to see you because I need to go to the toilet. You said I had to ask you.’ ‘I did. I also said that if it’s not a convenient time, you’d have to hold on like a big girl. It’s not a convenient time,’ said Lavender with a smirk. ‘Are you just trying to get me to wet myself?’ asked Hermione. ‘Of course not. That’s the last thing I want. You’re supposed to be a big girl Hermione. Hold it through divination and then I’ll take you to the toilet. I promise.’ Hermione saw that she had no choice but to go along with what Lavender was asking of her. It would leave her uncomfortably desperate. However, while Lavender had almost certainly meant it as a taunt, Hermione was a big girl, and should be able to make it through one more lesson. As the lesson went on, Hermione’s confidence in this position gradually depleted. It wasn’t long before she found herself crossing her legs tightly under the desk, though her discomfort meant that she had to keep on switching which leg was on top. A smirk from Draco, who was sat across the room, indicated to Hermione that she was putting on quite a show. He had almost certainly been getting glimpses of her white knickers showing through under her black tights whenever she switched legs. However, that was a price that she had to pay. Letting a boy you despised get a peek of your knickers is one thing, thought Hermione, but wetting yourself like a toddler in the middle of class is quite another. For the final fifteen minutes of class, Hermione had to thrust her hand up her skirt in a very undignified fashion. Ron gave her a look, but upon seeing her thundery face, he decided not to say anything about it. With just a few minutes to go, despite being determined to see things through, Hermione felt a small dribble escape from her. It wouldn’t be noticeable to anybody else, but Hermione knew that she didn’t have long left before she completely flooded her seat. As soon as they were dismissed, Hermione hobbled over to Lavender. ‘Lavender, please,’ said Hermione. ‘Okay, okay. Let’s get you to the toilet before you have an accident,’ said Lavender. She had made no attempt to keep her voice down but at this point, Hermione was beyond caring. She was on the brink of disaster. On the way to the toilets, another dribble escaped. The damp sensation in her knickers seemed to make it even harder to hold on. At long last, they got to the nearest toilet and Hermione rushed into a stall, but Lavender followed her. ‘What are you doing?’ pleaded Hermione. ‘Taking you to the toilet, like I promised,’ said Lavender, reaching up under Hermione’s skirt and pulling her tights and knickers down in one motion. Hermione sat herself down on the toilet and relaxed. There was a loud hiss as she emptied her poor, overstrained bladder. While she was doing this, Lavender grabbed some toilet roll from the dispenser. ‘Oh Hermy,’ said Lavender, her voice practically dripping with glee, ‘you nearly made it.’ ‘What do you mean?’ asked Hermione as her stream began to subside. Lavender pointed down at the wet spot in Hermione’s knickers. While Hermione looked at it, stunned, she offered no resistance as Lavender wiped her. Lavender was right. There was a very noticeable wet spot in her knickers. ‘So, what happens now?’ asked Hermione, dreading hearing the answer. ‘Well, you can’t go around in wet knickers all day. Luckily, I brought some for you to change into.’ Lavender reached into her pocket and produced a pink, frilly pair of Dora the Explorer knickers. ‘Lavender, they look like they’re meant for a toddler,’ protested Hermione. ‘And those,’ said Lavender, pointing at the knickers that were at half mast on Hermione’s legs, ‘look like they’ve been worn by a toddler. To tell you the truth, these are actually meant for 2-3 year olds, according to the label. They would have been far too small to fit you, but luckily, I’m quite good with engorgement charms,’ said Lavender. ‘Please, can’t I wear something else?’ pleaded Hermione. ‘These aren’t very wet. If you let me use my wand, I’m sure I could clean them up rather easily.’ ‘That’s not happening, Hermy,’ said Lavender. ‘Get those pissy knickers off and then show me what you look like in these. I bet you’ll look adorable.’ ‘I’m not doing it,’ said Hermione. ‘This has gone far enough.’ She stood up for emphasis but it didn’t really have the desired effect. With her wet knickers visible round her ankles and her skirt remaining in place around her waist meaning that her bald fanny on display, she did not look anywhere near as imposing as she had hoped. ‘Hermy, I’m going to count to three,’ said Lavender. ‘And then what? What are you going to do?’ said Hermione angrily. ‘One…’ ‘This is stupid. You wouldn’t agree to wear them.’ ‘Two…’ ‘Look, I can just wear my tights. They’re dark, nobody will see anything,’ pleaded Hermione. ‘Three!’ said Lavender gleefully. She spun Hermione round to face the toilet, which hadn’t been flushed yet, and forced her to bend at the waist, presenting her bottom to her. With this done, she proceeded to slap Hermione’s cheeks, which were already slightly tender from her spanking earlier this morning. At first, Hermione tried to resist, but Lavender reminded her that she could let everybody in the school know about her little night time problem. This caused Hermione to meekly submit as she cried tears of humiliation. ‘I’ll wear the stupid knickers,’ she conceded. ‘There was never any doubt of that,’ said Lavender. ‘But as you’ve made such a monumental fuss about the whole thing, you’re going to have to earn them now.’ Lavender stopped spanking Hermione and turned her back round to face her. ‘What do you mean, earn them?’ ‘You have to show me how sorry you are for this whole mess. Afterall, you can’t exactly blame anybody else for the situation that you find yourself in. You wet your knickers Hermione. Nobody else did it. That was you. So you have to live with the consequences of it. When I, very kindly, offered you another pair to wear, you caused quite a fuss and wound up with a sore bottom, didn’t you?’ ‘…yes.’ ‘So what you’re going to do to show me that you are sorry is you’re going to take those soggy knickers off.’ Hermione removed her shoes and tights, placing her bare feet on the cold, stone floor. She then removed her pissy knickers as instructed. ‘You’re going to take those disgusting knickers and you’re going to put them into your mouth.’ ‘Lavender, no, that’s disgusting!’ ‘You’re going to hold them in your mouth while you think about what you’ve done and when I think you’re good and ready, you can spit them out and put these delightful knickers on,’ Lavender said, holding up the Dora the Explorer knickers for emphasis. ‘I really don’t want to,’ said Hermione. ‘Well, if you want to fight me on this, there is an alternative.’ ‘What’s the alternative?’ ‘I tan your hide, again, you end up holding those sodden knickers in your mouth for twice as long as you already have to but you don’t have to wear the Dora knickers because you’ll be wearing this instead.’ From underneath her robes, Lavender produced a nappy. From the look of it, it was a pampers baby nappy which she had used an engorgement charm on. Hermione had no doubt that it would fit her. ‘So what’s it going to be? Are you going to put them in your mouth or not?’ Resigned to her fate, Hermione scrunched up the wet knickers into a small ball and put them into her mouth. It was disgusting. Hermione could taste the acrid flavour of her own piss, and the aroma seemed to be wafting up the back of her through to her nose, meaning it was a two-pronged attack on her senses. Lavender stood opposite her, giggling. ‘Well, not so high and mighty now, are we?’ said Lavender. Hermione most certainly was not. Standing with her skirt raised above her waist, her tights in a heap on the floor, with her freshly smacked bottom exposed to the air and her bald pubic region on display, while her wet knickers rested in her mouth. Tears of humiliation welled in her eyes and Hermione’s grim determination was the only reason that they didn’t roll down her cheeks. ‘Turn around and bend over,’ said Lavender. Hermione didn’t know what she had planned, but realised that fighting her at this point was a futile exercise. She meekly complied, turning to face the toilet and bending over. She felt Lavender’s hands on her tender bum, gently caressing the cheeks. It was actually comforting, until she felt her cheeks parted and a most unwelcome intrusion in her back passage. Hermione let out a cry of protest, though it was muffled by the contents of her mouth. Lavender responded with a sharp slap to her already sore posterior. ‘Don’t talk with your mouth full,’ she commanded. She then spun Hermione back round to face her. ‘You can take those wet knickers out of your mouth now, little Hermy,’ said Lavender, placing emphasis on the word wet. Hermione reached into her mouth and drew the disgusting, sodden underwear out. Lavender bent down, holding out the infantile knickers for Hermione to step into. It appeared that she wasn’t even going to allow Hermione the dignity of putting them on by herself. One foot at a time, Hermione stepped into them and allowed Lavender to pull them up her legs. When Hermione went to reach for her tights, Lavender stopped her. ‘Oh no Hermione, I don’t think you want to put those back on,’ she said. ‘Why not?’ ‘Aside from the fact that you were wearing them when your wet yourself?’ ‘They’re dry! I didn’t … go that much.’ ‘Stop trying to downplay the fact that you had an accident at an age when most girls wouldn’t dream of it. Anyway, I noticed in divination that when you were getting desperate, you put on quite a show. I’m sure lots of the boys got a look up your skirt, though they won’t have been able to get a good look at your knickers because you had those tights over them. Now, you won’t have that protection, so you’ll need to make sure you don’t get so desperate in future, unless you want all the boys to see your present underwear. See, Hermy? I’m helping you.’ Hermione realised that there was no point in continuing to argue with Lavender on that front. She’d just have to try extra hard not to let any of the boys see up her skirt. There was no way she wanted to be caught in her current knickers. Boys talk, she knew. If word got round about what she was wearing, she’d never live it down. ‘Fine, but I don’t want to go barefoot in those shoes. Can I at least have some socks?’ ‘Of course,’ said Lavender. The ease with which she acquiesced took Hermione by surprise, but she soon saw the reason why. Lavender produced a pair of socks from her robes, but rather than being the grey or black knee socks that most of the girls wore, they were frilly white ankle socks. Hermione hadn’t worn anything of the sort since she was a little girl, but she knew better than to argue with Lavender by now, and slipped them onto her feet. The socks, combined with the knickers she was wearing and the state of her pubic region, made her feel foolish and childish, but she knew that was Lavender’s intention. ‘And what do you expect me to say when my friends notice that I’ve changed my clothes?’ asked Hermione, somewhat more haughtily than she had meant to. ‘I’m sure you’ll think of something. Though, if you get really stuck you could just tell them the truth. Say that you had a wickle accident in your knickers and needed to have somebody change you like a baby. Up to you. Anyway, let’s go. We’ve got care of magical creatures next.’
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  23. My 5th writing, like my 4th (linked here), happens in no particular order in the context of my other stories, besides the first two. Here, Mali finds herself stranded in a city environment without access to a restroom anywhere with no way home for quite some time. How will she resolve?...Enjoy! _______ Mali [F] - 19 y/o, developing a love to be the subject of an omo scenario, but has only had such experiences in private thus far. Yuta [M] - 20 y/o, Mali's bf, wishes to see Mali be the subject of more omo scenarios. ------- Prologue (Recap): Mali's awakening began with her boyfriend, Yuta, playing a game of restraint with it resulting in Mali soiling herself right in front of her own toilet, to her surprise, she liked. Another time, Mali took a whole lonesome day to herself to see how long her bladder would last, and after nearly 7 challenging yet arousing hours, left a spotty, messy trail all the way from her carpeted room to the expanse of her bathroom floor in front of the toilet. Most recently, she was toyed with by Yuta on their drive home from a party, wetting herself and her car seat all the while. This time around Mali finds herself at the consequence of forgetfulness, business, and incompetence at her own expense out in public. With her bladder getting more and more full, she has to figure out how she'll improvise her way out of this situation, or she'll be subject to omo and humiliation. ------- It's a fair late summer day; sunny, about room temperature outdoors, and Mali is at work. She serves as a cashier to a busy summer food stand located on a peer neighboring the town she lives in. She wears an employee T-shirt and dirt-brown colored office pants that wrap around her legs tightly. On this particular day she had the closing shift with a partner of hers. Where she lived, the temperature rapidly dropped when the sun set, so the majority of people around this peer didn't even come around often around closing time, approximately 7:30 pm. The stand lost very little business that way and its employees never worked late hours, it was a win for everyone. Mali ran her shift, drinking occasionally but not stopping for bathroom breaks. Neither her need to use one nor her desire for omo action trumped the other, so she decided to stay neutral for the occasion. Unfortunately for her, the stars were already aligned for mishap. 2 days prior, her car refused to start up, and neither she nor Yuta knew why. They would have a mechanic come look at it, but that appointment wasn't until tomorrow. Her only choice was to go by bus to and from work, about a 20 minute drive start to end both ways. The stand was serving some final few customers right around 7:30 before Mali and her coworker would clean up and lock up shop. They did, and these two went their separate ways once they got off the peer. Mali secretly felt a little unrest in her bladder approaching the end of her shift, now more than a little approaching the bench at her bus stop. The sun was setting at this time, and the sky lit up a hazy orange, the sun reflecting off the water the peer inhabited. As she sat down, she felt a tingle near her stomach, her filling bladder becoming increasingly un-ignorable. It was at this point Mali felt conflicted. In her recent past she experienced the firsthand mistake of arriving home with a full bladder and no available toilet, something she enjoyed, but didn't exactly want. She preferred more controlled wettings, or simply the desperation aspect of bladder holding. She wasn't too keen of real accidents. Thinking of her current position, and of this preference, she told herself that it wasn't worth it today, that it'd be too risky to try and make it home at this rate. Her legs already were steadily bouncing trying to distract herself. She decided on trying to find a restroom. She ruled out trying to use the bathroom found behind the kitchen of the food stand out on the peer - it could only be accessed from the inside by employees, and her coworker had the key, not her. Her only other choice was to find a place around the bus stop to ask for one. At this time, the street sidewalks were still fairly occupied with people - neither crowded nor isolated. She got up, walking cautiously with her legs close together to prevent herself from wanting to let go, also keeping her bladder secret to herself. Each storefront or bar she came across though had disclaimer signs placed on their windows reading "NO PUBLIC RESTROOM" or "NO DRINK, NO BATHROOM", likely due to tourism and business owners doing their best to make as much cash as they can. Mali wanted to avoid spending on anything if possible, so she continued onward. She walked impatiently for nearly two blocks when she finally found one without one of these signs. She walked in, and kindly asked to use a bathroom. However, the lady at the counter said that she had to buy something first. Mali was perplexed, but soon realized that this store just didn't have such a sign explaining the lack of a public bathroom. She thought it was rather incompetent of the shopkeepers to not tell people this, but cut her losses and decided to purchase something. She picks out a small keychain near the counter and heads to checkout. As the lady at the register reads out her total, Mali reaches into her handbag and pulls out her wallet. Searching through it, however, she struggled to find her credit card. She double checked, triple checked but found no trace of it. She didn't carry cash with her either, meaning she had no way to purchase this cheap keychain. She apologized and hurryingly walked herself out of the store. She felt at this time that it was just better to take a calculated risk and get home in time to relieve herself. The pressure on her crotch became great, and it wouldn't be long before she would struggle to keep her urethra shut. She turned the corner back in the direction of her bus stop. She looked onward, horrified at the sight of her bus pulling in front of the stop, two whole blocks away. "Shit! Nonono wait!" she murmured. She tried to run but the jostling of her bladder didn't allow her to. She leaned forward to counteract her dicomfort, and managed a jog back in that direction. As she approached the first block she watched as the bus doors closed, letting on their last passengers. The bus picked up speed, and headed in the direction of Mali, on her side of the road. She waved her hands and even lightly jumped to get the driver's attention (which throttled her already weak bladder even further), but her efforts were futile as the driver plowed forward, leaving Mali in the dust, and in a bit of a panic. Holy shit Ineedtopeesobad. Crapcrapcrap what do I do... she thought. She walked the rest of the block back to the bus stop bench, just so she could have a place to rest. Her knees rubbed together as she walked, giving her stride a slight stagger from side to side. Most people walked by not noticing, but one or two questioned themselves why this girl walked so strangely. Mali goes to sit down, slowly lowering herself to prevent any sudden pressure increase. Instead she endured a gradual pressure increase, similar to the first time she sat down, but now with much greater severity. She leaned back on the bench to allow her bladder all the space it needed. Once she had herself steady, she focused on figuring out how to get home. "Yuta!" she muttered out loud. He was still at work, but would get out soon anyways. He was about another 20 minute drive away from where Mali worked, which served as her best option at this point as opposed to taking a near hour long walk home with a full bladder. Pulling out her phone, she dialed up his number. Y: Hello? M: Sighing Hi babe...I was wondering if you could come pick me up... Y: Why? What about the bus? M: Frantically I need to piss real badly so I went around looking for a bathroom but none were public and I couldn't buy anything and I missed the bus and... arghhh! Just get here quick! Y: Alright, relax, I'll be out of here in five. M: You better be! Hurry! She hangs up. At this time it's nearing towards 8:00, and the sun has fully set. The night sky progressively becomes more blue-shifted, and dark. Street lights begin turning on, making the area around the bus stop feel all more city-like. Mali squirms in the bench comprehending what she's gotten herself into. Oh my god there's no way I can make it she thought. There's actually no way I can do it. She twists her waist from side to side, unable to sit still. Her hands switch back and forth from gripping the bench and gripping her legs, in a useless attempt to calm herself. There weren't as many people wandering the sidewalks now, maybe one would pass her every 20 seconds, but each one of these passer-bys couldn't help but notice Mali's inability to be still. Some could even figure out that she was desperate. All of a sudden - *fffshhhh* Mali lets out several rapid, quiet gasps. She presses her hands into her crotch and feels as it grows in warmth and dampness. After a few moments a dark spot forms near the bottom of her crotch and just under her ass. Slowly, Mali moves her hands away and controls her breathing. She had to find someplace to go, someplace private, someplace that's not a bathroom or indoors. Mali makes an effort to stand up, and does. She feels warmth in her urethra but thankfully regains control and doesn't allow any more to spill out. Her new dark spot is visible both in her front and back, but is concealed due to the lighting from street lamps above. She hikes herself up and moves along the sidewalk, looking with longing eyes someplace to let loose. She placed her hand bag in front of her crotch to avoid being spotted, and prayed that no one could see her behind that well. At this point in her desperation, she practically waddled forward step by step. As her damp spot cooled, her tolerance decreased further. After what seemed like tens of minutes, Mali stumbles towards an alleyway between two buildings on the same block. The alley is nearly 6 feet wide, has few windows that lead into it, and contains no lights, only being illuminated by the street lights on both ends. There's large industrial air conditioners and trash cans strewn about the corridor, but no one to be found. *drip...drip* Ah!~ Guess this is it! Mali places herself in a corner between a wall and one of the air conditioners, and rests her back against the brick wall. She hastily sets her handbag off to the side, and undoes the belt buckle and buttons to her pants. She loosens up her pants from her hips, tugging them down push by push at a time, until her butt and crotch are in open air. She slides down the wall with her back, and gets into position. Her bladder becomes frail, and in an instant come out quick spurts of pee. Also in an instant, Mali hears footsteps coming from the opposite end of the alley. *psh. psshhhhh-* You gotta be fucking kidding me. A few small sprinkles coat the asphalt in front of her as the steps approach. She raises herself back up so she's standing on two feet, but bent over desperately pulling her pants back up. She's able to manage shoving her pants back up in front of her but isn't able to wrap them completely around her ass in the heat of the moment. The footsteps arrive in the form of a some big, heavy duty man going from place to place rather quickly. He only notices Mali once he crosses in front of the air conditioner unit, seeing her front side, unbuckled pants and hunched over. He doesn't know what to think of it, but pays no mind to it in the moment. All the while - *dribble dribble dribble frrrrrrmmmshhhh* Mali in all her efforts can't resist the urge any longer and pees quietly into her half-on pants, looking only at the ground as the man passes, solid streaks forming all throughout her pantlegs. The man is only a few feet past her when warm drops start trickling out the bottom of her pantlegs, forming a puddle. The puddle begins coloring the bottom of her pants a dark brown, Mali's walking shoes too soaking up drops from her leakage. Finally, the man begins to exit the alley, to which Mali shoves down her pants, nearly falls lowering herself down to the ground, spreading her legs and letting it all flow out. *FSHHHHHHHHH* Mali's stream roars behind the mans ears and all around the alley, piss rocketing from her crotch and onto the opposite wall. A second puddle forms underneath, making a violent splashing noise both off the wall and while pitter-pattering onto the ground. Mali's pants drip from excess liquid gold that flooded them not two seconds earlier. She stares off at the incredible mess she's making, being too powerless now to do anything about controlling it. She breathes heavily both out of tension and shock of what just happened as she finishes her release and watches as her stream diminishes to mere drops. Her puddle now stretched across the whole width of the alley, from the wall she splashed, through the bottom of her shoes, to right underneath her closely positioned, wet ass. Shamefully, she stands herself up, making small splashes as she steps in her lake. Having no other choice, she pulls her pants back up, tightly wrapping them around her ankles, legs, and butt, soaked and streaked with pee that came out as the man was passing by. From here she would have to wait until Yuta arrives, knowing full-well she couldn't bear to step out in public as the shameful display she had become. Upon Yuta arriving nearly 15 minutes after her accident, Mali sprinted over from the opening of the alley, opening the car door and throwing herself inside, leaving several pee drops to mark the sidewalk. Jokes and omo talk would encompass the conversation between the two on their ride home that night. ________ Thanks for reading, or at least scrolling down! Hope you enjoyed the read. Feedback is always appreciated, so if you'd like please lmk what you thought about it! Also, I'm always open to suggestions, different ideas, and situations to put Mali or Yuta through, so if you have any good ideas that you want fleshed out, lmk as well. : )
  24. Maybe I'm just bad at finding it, but I feel like there isn't much good or much at all of lesbian pants wetting content. I can name a few of the top of my head that I really enjoy but most are either not very good, or just general peeing content. Am I just ignorant to where it might be or am I right?
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