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  1. Watch Sosha pee in her diaper, causing it to overflow and make a puddle on the floor, in this desperate wetting video. The setup for this scene is simple- Sosha is tied up wearing only a pink t-shirt and a pull-on style diaper. Desperate to pee, she is tickled mercilessly by Alisha, who is intent on making Sosha’s diaper wet. We get to watch as Sosha squirms and struggles to hold on, but ultimately loses control. When Sosha does pee, it is such a huge flood that her diaper quickly grows saturated and flows over. Pee spills from the diaper and runs down her legs, forming a puddle around her feet. Sosha is frozen in horror as she wets herself, while Alisha looks on gleefully. Carefully, Alisha removes Sosha’s soggy diaper. She holds it up so Sosha can see just how much she peed in it, humiliating Sosha even more. Ultimately, Alisha decides that Sosha has had enough and unties her so she can go clean up.
  2. ethanboi_i

    Whats your favorite omorashi?

    I'm curious to know what everyone's favorite kind of omorashi is! I love watching skirt and panty wetting videos, just wish there was more out there to watch.. I love reading stories on here of people in skirts and panties really needing to go. There are some really good ones out there!
  3. I'm curious to know what everyone's favorite kind of omorashi is! I love watching skirt and panty wetting videos, just wish there was more out there to watch.. I love reading stories on here of people in skirts and panties really needing to go. There are some really good ones out there!
  4. Tied up, Alisha is tickled by Sosha until she pees in her diaper in this sexy diaper flooding video. In this scene we find Alisha tied up wearing only a thick, tabbed diaper, and a gray tank-top. She is complaining that she needs to pee, to which Sosha responds by demanding that she wet her diaper. For some reason Alisha is resistant to the idea of wetting herself, so Sosha decides that she needs some encouragement in the form of tickling. Being extremely ticklish, and in a helpless state with her arms tied to her sides, there is little that Alisha can do to fight against the merciless onslaught of tickles. Before long, she completely loses control of her bladder, flooding her diaper. We can see the diaper grow heavy and change color as it fills with pee. After Alisha has finished wetting herself Sosha stops tickling her. Sosha feels Alisha’s warm, wet diaper, remarking on how squishy it is. Ultimately, Sosha unties Alisha and lets her go.
  5. A story I wrote years ago about a fictional school bully, Aran, aged 18 and in his final year at British high school, who is put into a very desperate predicament as an act of revenge. The person teasing Aran is anonymous and although originally written to be male (because of the ending), with a small re-write could just as easily be female as well. Hope you enjoy! Aran awoke with a groan. His vision was swirling, blood rushed in his ears, and his head pounded. Where am I? How did I get here? He wondered, and as the room came into focus, he found that he was exactly where he expected to be - in a practice room in his school’s music block. But when he tried to move his hands, he found that he couldn’t. They were tied behind his back. In fact, he couldn’t move, full stop. He looked down, his vision clearing, and saw ropes, tight around his body, pinning him to a chair. What the hell? Aran thought, and tried to remember how he’d got here. He remembered he’d been given a message from his music teacher, telling him he was behind on coursework and needed to stay after school on Wednesday to finish it off. He had done so, and remembered walking down the corridor, then a sound, arms wrapped tightly around him. Then somehow he'd ended up here, tied to a chair, helpless. But who? Why? So many questions floated around his head, and he was snapped to attention by a sudden throb from his bladder. He was achingly desperate for a piss. He hadn’t used the school toilets all day, which was usual for him. Almost every day he found himself sitting through the bus ride home with clenched teeth, fidgeting his legs and grasping himself when he thought it was safe to do so, before arriving home, unlocking the door and running up the stairs to the bathroom, where a very relieving piss awaited him. He’d never make a show of it, or admit to needing to go, and sit in afternoon lessons, jiggled his knees, crossing his ankles, and occasionally biting his lip. But he’d never had to go as badly as he did now, and he wondered how long he’d been tied up. He tried to move his legs around, but he soon found that he was helpless, and no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn’t do anything to help him hold in the torrent of piss in his bursting bladder, squashed by his uncomfortable school uniform and the rope across his stomach. He looked up at the ceiling in anguish, and tugged as hard as he dared without squashing his bladder any more, but it was no use. Not only was he fastened securely to the chair, his hands, arms, legs and ankles were all tightly bound. He couldn’t even squirm around to ease his discomfort. It had been a swelteringly hot day, and not only had he drunk the two large bottles of water in his school bag, he’d refilled them at the drinking fountains and finished both of them off a second time. The room he was in was warm, making him sweat slightly. He stopped struggling, realising that there was no way he could escape. His bladder was sending waves of desperation through him, and he couldn’t remember a time where he’d been so completely bursting to go for a wee. Suddenly, he heard footsteps in the corridor outside. His heart pounded, and he tried to call for help, but his mouth was gagged, and he could only manage a muffled ‘hhmfff! Mmmmff!’. But he didn’t need to, as whoever was outside the room came in, shutting the door quietly behind him. Aran couldn’t see who it was, as he couldn’t look behind him due to the ropes pinning him, and didn’t see whoever it was pull a strip of black material out of their bag… Surely he was free, finally able to do something about the aching, throbbing sensation in his overfull bladder. “Not so fast” I said, as I tied the blindfold around Aran’s eyes. He protested, but I shushed him, moving around to take a look at my handiwork. Aran had been nothing but a pain in the ass to me all these years, and I had seen him mentally crush people, pouncing on their weaknesses. I used to think that he wasn't so bad, but over the years I’ve grown to see him as who he really is. A bully, and a jealous, nasty one at that. I thought I’d teach him a long overdue lesson. I’d tied the ropes perfectly, and watching him struggle against them gave me a sense of satisfaction. He seemed so helpless, sitting there in his school uniform, unable to move, unable to see his tormentor. He was trying to say something, but I didn’t want to hear it. I already knew what he wanted, more than anything else in the world. I knew how badly he must need to pee, of course, as I had sat near him earlier during the final lesson of the day, and watched him squirm around, frantically trying to hold on until the bell rang. He’d jiggle his knees frantically, fan them in and out, cross his ankles under his chair, even bring his legs up onto the chair to help relieve some of the discomfort he was feeling. He’d even given a slight moan at one point, leaning forward with his hands under the table, before glancing around to make sure nobody had noticed. But I had. The look on his face when the teacher asked him to stay behind after the bell was priceless, and it gave me extra time to get ready, and get him into the predicament in which he now found himself. I knelt down, and loosened the rope around his middle every so slightly. I grinned, and reached my hand up inside his shirt, resting gently on his poor, bursting bladder. I was surprised at how far his bladder was protruding, and it was as hard as a rock. He must have had more than a litre of pee sloshing around inside of him. I pressed down gently, just below his abdomen, where the bladder is most sensitive. He squirmed, pulling away from my fingers, teasing him into submission. I found that he was very ticklish, and ran my fingers against his skin, forcing myself not to laugh as I watched him frantically trying to get free. I ceased my teasing, for the time being, and noticed that he was trying to talk through the gag. I bent down, and whispered in his ear, my voice soft. “Aw, do you need to go for a wee wee? Does the little boy need to piss? Psssssssssspsssspssss” I made a noise like water leaking from a pipe, and I heard him groan through his gag. Glancing at his grey school trousers, I couldn’t see a single wet spot or patch of damp. I admired his bladder control, but I would soon push him to bursting point, where he would have no choice but to leak at least a few drops. I knelt down in front of him, my fingers teasing down his thighs. He was tensing them, and I tickled him quickly on the inside of them, smiling to myself as I watched him squirm with every movement of my fingers. I had complete control over him, he was at my mercy. I wondered if he was ticklish on his feet, so I undid his shoelaces and pulled his shoes off slowly, revealing his feet in grey stripy socks. I took hold of one of his feet, and I could feel him tense up. Noticing the way he was desperately trying to pull away from my hands, I pulled a fingernail gently along the bottom of his foot. He snorted loudly through the gag, straining at the bonds holding his body to the chair, but it was no use. I started tickling like crazy, digging my nails in and moving up and down the soles of his feet. The more I tickled, the more he struggled, and the more his bladder was pulled tight by the rope around his middle. I reached out and tickled both of his feet at the same time, watching him yank at his bonds and laughing through his gag, his head going from side to side in pure torment, unable to wriggle away and completely at the mercy of my fingers. I carried on tickling and teasing him for several minutes, keeping an eye on his trousers half expecting a wet spot, but he held firm. After I felt like he'd finally had enough, I slowed down and eventually let go of his feet, moving around to the back of his chair. He was trying to mumble something through the gag, but I had no time for his smart comments. I reached down and pressed onto his bladder again, causing him to moan as I felt the rock hard, firm bulge. I was quite impressed that he was still holding and hadn't leaked a single drop, he must have been incredibly desperate to go. I stood up and took a pair of scissors out of my bag, snipping through two of the ropes binding him to the chair. “Up.” I said, sternly. He didn’t move. “I said, stand up.” I repeated in a calm voice, and yanked him upwards, pulling the chair away. As soon as he was stood up, Aran bent over slightly, bobbing up and down on the spot and mumbling something through his gag that sounded a lot like "gonna piss myself". I wondered if he had actually started to wet himself, but somehow, miraculously, he was managing to hold on. He really must have exceptional bladder control, but I knew that he must be close to his limit. “Still dry?” I asked quietly, giving his bladder a gentle prod (it was visibly bulging against the waistband of his tight fitting school trousers, and I almost felt sorry for him as he gave yet another urgent moan through his gag). “Don’t worry, I’ll let you piss soon.” I accentuated the ‘s’ sound, drawing it on longer that usual. “Would you like that? A nice, long, relieving piss, letting all that piss in that swollen bladder of yours gush out like a firehose?”. At this, he grunted what sounded a bit like "yes please" through his gag and nodded, and started to jig a little on the spot, pushing his thighs together and tapping his feet ever so slightly. However, because the rope binding his ankles was attached to the one around his midriff, every movement he made pulled the rope tighter across his bladder. He tried to cross his legs but this too merely squished his bladder more and more. Giving up, he settled on leaning forwards, bobbing quickly ever so slightly at the knees. I could tell he was close to completely letting go and soaking his trousers. He was trying to squeeze his thighs together, and I suppose with his hands tied behind his back, this was the closest he could get to holding himself. “Well, I’m bored, I think you’ve had enough”. I said, “I’ll let you piss now”. Aran didn’t change his movements, but he heard well enough. I could almost feel the sense of relief mixed with that contrasting, intense urgency which he was fighting to control. There was a large plastic mop bucket in the corner of the room, which I'd taken from a cleaning cupboard earlier. I picked up the bucket and carefully placed it on the floor directly in front of him, and I stood on the other side of it, so that I was facing him with the bucket in between us. “Yeah, I’ll let you piss… but do you mind if I go first? I haven't had chance to go all day." I unzipped my fly, pulled out my dick and let loose a strong stream of urine directly into the bucket, sighing loudly with relief. The sound of my piss splashing noisily and forcefully against the bottom of the plastic bucket filled the small room, and I knew that hearing it would push Aran to the brink of soaking his trousers. It felt good, really good, as I hadn't relieved myself since first waking up that morning and had been bursting to go throughout most of the afternoon. It felt even better knowing that Aran could hear every drop, every splash, every moan and sigh, desperately wanting to relieve himself too but having no choice but to wait for his turn. My pee continued to pour out of me with force, and I couldn't believe that Aran was still holding on, bobbing slightly and continuing to press his thighs together, moaning something like "oh please hurry up" through his gag. He must have been right on the edge. But just then, right as my stream was starting to gradually die down, my pee trickling teasingly into the bucket in front of him, Aran moaned quietly through the gag and bent forwards. I heard a loud hiss as he finally began to release his bladder after holding on for so many hours, an impressively strong stream of urine bursting out of his dick and utterly soaking the crotch of his grey school trousers before steadily pouring down his legs like a waterfall. He was frozen in place, still bent forwards slightly, moaning softly with relief as he continued to empty himself, pissing steadily as warm pee streamed down his trousers, completely drenching them and trickling down to his feet, soaking his socks and forming a huge dark patch on the carpet. He carried on peeing steadily for at least 2 minutes, after which point his trousers and socks were so wet that it looked like he'd just waded through a lake, and the carpet underneath him was soaking in his pee. I was slightly impressed by how much long he was peeing for, and he must have been holding so much inside him. "Oh Aran, could you not wait for me to finish? I was almost done, and you could have used the bucket instead of pissing yourself" I teased, and he shook his head. He was quiet now, red faced and humiliated, but clearly feeling intense relief after his massive piss. "Do you feel better now that you've... er, relieved yourself?" I asked, a hint of sympathy in my voice. He paused for a second, then nodded, blushing. He had clearly learnt his lesson. I took the scissors and quietly snipped a single rope, which left him able to slowly untie himself. "You can untie yourself now, if you're quick you might be able to escape before a teacher comes to check the rooms" I said quietly, and he nodded. I picked up my bag and left the room, closing the door quietly behind me, leaving him to it. Just before I left the building, I picked up a 'Caution: Wet Floor' sign from the cleaning cupboard down the corridor and placed it outside the door. I smiled, wondering if Aran would see the funny side.
  6. I found this and I know some of you are into this sort of thing: https://www5.javmost.com/DOKS-388/ And another one: https://www5.javmost.com/DOKS-323
  7. desertfc

    female Messenger Teasing

    so i had a bit more of a think about where i wanted to go with this messenger teasing idea. the format's been quite fun to use, and i can write them up quickly since all i have to do is tinker with chat logs a bit. my friend has cooled a bit on the idea of writing anything up herself, but she's still keen for me to keep going on the condition that i also have to do write ups for times when it was her teasing me about having accidents (she likes boy omo as much if not more than girl omo). anyway i'm a switch and I have always liked the mild humiliation that came with her playful banter so i'm happy to accept her condition. but it did raise the question for me of whether it's best to include what would be both male and female omo under the same topic - knowing that most people tend to prefer one to the exclusion of the other. i did think about having two separate topics for male and female omo, but there's a lot of overlap in the convos so i can't really see the point. also i'd prefer to have everything in the one topic instead of having a new one each time. so what i will do as a compromise is I'll include a list of relevant tags in bold in the body at the top of each new post (e.g. female, messing, diapers etc...), and you can choose whether to read on or not. since i did one of hers last time, this first post will be one of mine. so please do note the male tag on the post below before reading on if that's not what you're here for! the tag prefix for the overall topic is still going to be female because there have been more instances of me teasing her than vice-versa and she's still the star of the show as far as i'm concerned. i'm not exactly the most masculine looking guy out there, anyway, so no hard feelings (edit: for reference, here's the link to where i tried this out the first time - - des The Essayist and the Editor tags: male, desperation, wetting, messing, diapers, fear Stephanie says: hey you! Stephanie says: have you finished reading my preventative health essay yet? Stephanie says: no rush...but i do have to submit it tonight... des says: hey hey! des says: hmmm, not yet des says: i only just got back from our walk Stephanie says: Stephanie says: Walking Dozer? des says: yeah des says: hes been barking a lot the last couple of days des says: am hoping that he might calm down if i tire him out a bit Stephanie says: naughty pup!! Stephanie says: well i have been sitting here Stephanie says: for the last hour Stephanie says: trying to hit the word count......... Stephanie says: ughhhhhhh Stephanie says: why do i suck at writing so much Stephanie says: des says: who, whoa, whoa des says: you don't suck at it des says: you said you got 87% the other day! Stephanie says: Stephanie says: ya, for the journal entries Stephanie says: those were super easy!! Stephanie says: like 300 words each is nothing Stephanie says: this essay is much harder des says: i'm sure it's not as abd as you think des says: bad* Stephanie says: itt's probably worse des says: nah des says: you're a smart cookie des says: i bet you've been working on it for weeks Stephanie says: ...!! Stephanie says: well! Stephanie says: actually i have! haha Stephanie says: but i dont think im using the right references Stephanie says: i dont think it reads well des says: technically it doesnt need to read at all, its your readers who have to read well Stephanie says: Stephanie says: can you just look at it now instead of being a smartass please???!!! des says: okay! okay! des says: i was already reading it anyway Stephanie says: good boy des says: *wags tail* Stephanie says: ... Stephanie says: ... well? Stephanie says: is it that bad? des says: "the mangement of children's lifestyle choices is paramount"? des says: 'management' maybe? Stephanie says: hahaha oops Stephanie says: possibly i should have run a spell check?! des says: and i'm not sure about this bit about school lunches at the end des says: how come you don't have a source there? Stephanie says: hmmm well i do have a source for it somehwere! Stephanie says: one of the texts talks about junk food in tuck shops Stephanie says: habits formed at school are a cause of childhood obesity des says: hmmm des says: well find it and stick it in, you need something in there Stephanie says: ok! des says: otherwise it reads okay des says: conclusion's a bit weak though Stephanie says: Stephanie says: I havent written a conclusion yet!! des says: whats that bit down the bottom then?! Stephanie says: that was my draft! Stephanie says: its not finished yet des says: well hurry up and finish it then! Stephanie says: i'm trying too!! des says: des says: kids these days... Stephanie says: what??! des says: not you! des says: literally 'kids these days!' des says: getting fat on junk food at the canteen Stephanie says: hmmm yeah Stephanie says: you probably did too, though des says: im not fat! Stephanie says: surrrre about that? Stephanie says: lol okay your not. but maybe you were when you were in primary school des says: nope des says: i didnt each much of anything as a kid Stephanie says: des says: i always used to have sultanas for recess des says: mum used to pack a yoghurt and sandwiches too des says: i always ate the yoghurt cause otherwise it'd get loose in my bag and explode yoghurt everywhere Stephanie says: des says: had to clean out quite a few backpacks in my time! Stephanie says: des says: but no junk food for me! des says: i didnt even tend to eat the sandwiches Stephanie says: naughty! des says: why? des says: she always put too much tomato in them and they would come out soggy! Stephanie says: your mumma bear made sandwiches for you and you wouldnt even eatthem!! Stephanie says: soggy sandwiches? Stephanie says: yikes, okay des says: yeah des says: bet you wouldnt have eaten them either Stephanie says: lol probably not Stephanie says: id just swap it with somebody else des says: nobody's going to trade for a soggy sandwich though...... Stephanie says: well, not that kind des says: Stephanie says: anyway, i meant i'd swap it when they werent looking des says: des says: and what if you got caught?! Stephanie says: hmmm, i'd tell them they could have a soggy sandwich or a knuckle sandwich?! Stephanie says: des says: des says: you wouldnt have said that! Stephanie says: i probably wouldve! Stephanie says: i was a bit of a tomboy when i was a kid Stephanie says: i once broke a kids tooth when he pushed in line for the bubbler! des says: you did what?! Stephanie says: i was thirsty!! Stephanie says: and there was a line for a reason! des says: des says: wow Stephanie says: wow what des says: i'm just having trouble imagining you doing that des says: i mean i got in a few fights at school, but well, im a boy des says: i thought boys were supposed to beat each other up! Stephanie says: !! Stephanie says: well girls can fight too! Stephanie says: even if its with nails! des says: you broke his tooth with your nails?! Stephanie says: Stephanie says: nah, i pushed him into the bubbler des says: ouch thats a bit mean! Stephanie says: i didnt mean to hurt him Stephanie says: i just wanted to shove him out of the way! des says: still! Stephanie says: des says: well i guess maybe he was a bully if he was pushing in des says: so maybe he deserved it?! Stephanie says: hmmm i was the bully if anything!! Stephanie says: he was a nice kid, i think maybe he just didnt relaise there was a line! des says: oh dear! bully steph! Stephanie says: des says: hmmm, guess i'd better be careful what i say about your essay then! Stephanie says: haha yep! des says: anyway, i've sent it back to you with changes tracked des says: resent it to me when you have that conclusion though! Stephanie says: lifesaver thank you!!! des says: no worries i'll be here waiting for that final draft! Stephanie says: ahh, youi are such a good boy! des says: yeah, but apparently you used to beat up good boys Stephanie says: Stephanie says: am i meant to beat you up too then?! des says: Stephanie says: I might, hey! des says: dont scare me!! Stephanie says: Stephanie says: maybe you need that nappy?! des says: Stephanie says: des says: well i'll just go change my pants now... Stephanie says: in preparation, hey! Stephanie says: I'm that scary, huh?! des says: preparation? i might need it now!! Stephanie says: Stephanie says: well it would give you a bit of padding for when im kicking your butt!!! des says: a lot of padding depending on what i had for lunch...! Stephanie says: Stephanie says: hmmm, ok maybe a bit too far des says: des says: a bit! Stephanie says: des says: but on an unrelated note, i do actually need to get up now des says: and, well, go to the bathroom Stephanie says: hahahah Stephanie says: well i will do some more work on my essay then Stephanie says: thanks for checking it for me again! des says: anytime des says: but don't submit it without letting me see it again first! Stephanie says: i wont! Stephanie says: you go and clean up des says: des says: i dont need to clean up!!! des says: just tired of sitting here with legs crossed Stephanie says: sure sure! Stephanie says: laters
  8. Version 1.0.0

    As promised, here's the newest side adventure in my line of comics featuring my 'Trina' character. "Tickling Trina's Tummy" has the same high production value as the actual serial Trina and her friends belong to. This includes full fledged backgrounds, bordered panels, speech bubbles, the whole 9 yards. That's one of the reasons this comic is more expensive than the usual WesternWets releases. Here we formally meet her and see how she handles the responsibility of babysitting her professor's son. Her lackadaisical and carefree attitude of course will come back to bite her as the night takes unexpected turns out of her control. But one of her many mistakes is not taking a second to pee while she had the chance. Especially since getting the kid to take his bath ends up being rougher on her than she could've imagined. Another reason this comic is unique is that I've chosen to set it in an alternate version of the canon universe for these characters which branches directly off of the initial chapter, as my other character explains in the 'readme'. I understand not everyone comes here to spend money on me and my art, you guys want the desperation and wetting content I've been trying to provide the last few years while I squeeze in time to work on this other series. So I offer this separate tale on its own, where all the focus is on Trina, the parts of her body y'all seem to love, and the lovely liquid that leaks out of her when the kid she's babysitting sees her belly as a good tickling target. The comic itself with its cover page is 32 pages long, and as usual you'll get both a regular sized set of images as well as super HQ copies twice their size. And as the previews give away, there is nudity here and there to illustrate what's going on in her pants, as well as some embarrassing nakedness that results from the aftermath. I hope you enjoy the playful peeing and everything else that happens in "Tickling Trina's Tummy"

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  9. Version 1.0.0

    As promised, here's the newest side adventure in my line of comics featuring my 'Trina' character. "Tickling Trina's Tummy" has the same high production value as the actual serial Trina and her friends belong to. This includes full fledged backgrounds, bordered panels, speech bubbles, the whole 9 yards. That's one of the reasons this comic is more expensive than the usual WesternWets releases. Here we formally meet her and see how she handles the responsibility of babysitting her professor's son. Her lackadaisical and carefree attitude of course will come back to bite her as the night takes unexpected turns out of her control. But one of her many mistakes is not taking a second to pee while she had the chance. Especially since getting the kid to take his bath ends up being rougher on her than she could've imagined. As usual you'll find a super high resolution set of images as well as ones at a better reading size, but within those are 2 comics that are identical up until page 25. The one labeled 'ticklingtrina' is 55 pages long and is unique in that it branches off the actual chapter that begins the series she belongs to, creating an alternate universe where there's an even higher degree of omo content at Trina's expense. And to give the full context as to how Trina knows some of the other characters she interacts with, this bundle release also includes that very introductory chapter in its original form (31 pages long + cover), something I completed a few years ago, which you'll find in that other folder. I have about 9 chapters of that series written and I want to wait until I'm further ahead to try putting it online and serializing it. In the meantime however, Trina and its characters continue to fund my career through these more adult oriented tales, so I'm putting this here to gage interest in this side project of mine as well. In any event the art was just sitting around on my PC so might as well share it, and it gave me a setup for Trina to have that thicc body of hers tickled and poked and squeezed until she accidentally peed. So I hope you enjoy both the full length omo comic and the original chapter one of the unreleased "Spirit DNA." If this version sells enough, not only will the rest of Trina's omo content be dropped, but the rest of the story could also finally see the light of day. Thank you all for your continued support and patience will I worked on this. More desperation and wetting stories from around the Internet are on their way.

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  10. I don’t own any rights to life is strange, also, this is my first contribution to this cite, so, please do enjoy, and feel free to comment and critique. To those who have played through Life is Strange: Before the Storm, I am starting with Chloe and Rachel on the train, written in Rachel’s Point of View. Also, for the sake of this piece, and for my own comfort, Rachel, Chloe, and anyone else I may mention are 18+ and instead of it being a Highschool, Blackwell is a college. Sorry for the length, I kinda just went with the flow. Rachel’s desperate train ride I had just jumped on a train, with Chloe Price. I am ditching school, with Chloe Price. She is such a rebel, and I really don’t see what people have against her. She has no shame, hell, I was changing, and she walked in. I mean, I don’t mind, at all. I was just hoping to visit the restroom before she came in to give me my belt. But, perhaps it was Hella entertaining to see her walk in on me. She was definitely looking. But, that doesn’t change the fact that I didn’t get a chance to pee before coming on this train. I am sure I can hold it longer though, I just don’t want her to know. I just hope I can find a way to escape just long enough to find some relief with out drawing attention. The train suddenly shakes, and my need rises. When was the last time I went, cause, shit, I need to go. I notice Chloe looking over, I sit on the wooden box looking out of the train. “Pull up a chair Price, the view is amazing” “K…. Where is this going?” “I don’t know.” I cross my legs, not only to hide my need, but also to help hold it in. I need to go. Bad. “North? Maybe we will end up in Seattle!” Why did I wear jeans? If worst came to worst, if I wore my costume, or even some black sweats, may have been able to hide it did I did the worst thing imaginable, piss myself in front of the girl I actually really like. Not gonna lie, I hadn’t peed since last night, not cause I was lazy, but because I was too busy planning for today, and also, Fire walk. Damn, I want to catch my father in the act, but how bad would it be if I stop him, hate him for it, in soaked jeans. Shit, I really need to go. And Chloe, what will she think? What if she hates me for wetting myself like a little kid. I should have included a bathroom break in my plan. I have needed to pee since, god, since Firewalk. My bladder trembles as I start clenching at my crotch, How close am I really to pissing myself? “Rachel, you ok?” I look up to see a concerned look on chloe’s face, with maybe, a twist of something else? “Yeah, I’m fine, I just, I don’t know. Did you find a seat yet?” “Yeah, right here. Rachel, are you sure you are ok? You look like you need to-” “I said I was ok Price.” I gasp as a little bit comes out, Why didn’t I fucking go before getting on this train. “I think your lying to me. Rachel, When was the last time you-” “I think we should do something fun.” I decide to sit in the floor, doing everything I can to hold it in. But what Chloe said next Startled me, “V-Card’s been punched, Rachel. I’m sorry.” That was enough that some more came out. And took me everything not to lose complete control. “Wow” I honestly was thinking of two truths and a lie, but, like I said before, this girl has no shame. I’m sure if she were in my position she would have just told me. “Too far?” “Well, I don’t know.” “I see it caused you to, uh.” I look down to see a baseball sized patch on my crotch. “Yeah, I have needed to pee since, well, last night.” “You think you can make it until we get to, umm, wherever we are going.” “There isn’t even a bathroom there Price. I really don’t know.” “Rachel…. I” “Forget it Chloe, I just need to figure out what to do.” Things were silent for some time. I need to go so bad. How do I relieve myself without peeing myself in front of Chloe? Think Rachel, Think. “Hey, Rachel, I…… I think you should just.” “Do what Chloe? I’m on the verge of peeing myself. No one my age should even. Oh god Chloe.” I then notice her look down. Chloe was hiding something. “Just tell me Chloe.” She finally gives in. “I think you should just go right there. Honestly, You will feel better.” I was in shock, She thinks I should just do what I was avoiding doing. But, I can’t be mad at her. She can’t hide it from me. She wants to see me do this. I honestly want to just willingly let go, but, not with her there. “Chloe Price, You’re hella weird.” Her eyes go wide, “Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be weird, I just want to help and-” “Relax Chloe. So, when did you start to like to see people like me in this state?“ “What! No I Don’t!” “You can’t lie to me, Chloe.” God I need to go, so badly. “So, mind telling me something else about yourself? I could use a distraction from my bursting bladder.” “Well, I’m not really that interesting.” There is a pause as she tries desperately to change the topic. Meanwhile I’m trying desperately not to piss myself. Not yet anyway. “Well, It’s nice Rachel we’re having.” I laugh, “What!?” It hurts to hold it in. In fact, it seems I let a little more out. Enough to make the patch a tad bit larger. I notice Chloe’s eyes bulge a it, well that and her comment. “Uh, I meant Weather. Nice weather. And, uh. yeah.” It almost seems ok to let it go knowing she would enjoy it, but I still can’t just let go. I have always been Bladder shy, guess I never really noticed it until she wanted me to just release on command. However, laughing did help release a bit. “Chloe, I need to go so bad.” “Why not just let go. Might make the rest of our trip to….. mystery place, easier.” “Hella easier.” “Hella? Who says that anymore?” “It’s a Cali thing.” “California?” “Long beach, Also Ambidextrous.” “No Shit.” “I was going to use them in a game of two truths and a lie, but it looks like my bladder had other plans.” “How bad do you need to go anyway?” “Very, It hurts to hold it in.” “Just let it go. I don’t like seeing you in pain.” “I can’t, even if I try I won’t be able to with, well, other people around. besides, as much as you don’t like me in pain, you sure don’t mind walking into my dressing room without flowers.” “You wanted a belt, perhaps if you loosen it or tighten it you could.” “No, I think I should just make a deal with you Price.” “Excuse me?” “It seems that when I laugh I am able to relieve myself, as I know you saw.” “Umm. So I make you laugh and you wet, right?” “Deal is, I let you find my one ticklish spot, and let you see me pee myself if you promise me that before we both head back home, you piss yourself.” “Rachel Amber, You are hella weird. I promise.” “Pinky Promise?” We locked pinkies. Things are turning out better than I thought, my biggest mistake, What I thought might be the way things ended with her, this may be how we bond. I never thought I, at my age, would be peeing myself, and maybe liking it? “Well, I guess this is our game now. Where is Rachel Amber ticklish. One right answer. Feel free to search away.” I am most ticklish on my feet. Which is why I never wear sandals or flipflops. I don’t want people seeing my most valuable parts, except when I am on stage. When I am Prospera, I don’t mind being barefoot. I only want the right people looking at them for the right reasons, like if Chloe were to look at them when I need to pee this bad. But I still tend to try to get shoes on as soon as possible because I swear the next time I catch someone staring at my feet. Except Chloe, and maybe even Steph Gingrich, the nerd lesbian in our school. I wonder how she would have responded to this situation. Not in the way Chloe has I am sure. God Chloe, quit starring, just start searching. “So, my first guess is….” She starts scanning my body, I swear she was purposefully staring at my chest a couple of time. A natural Chloe Price move. “Armpits.” I take off my flannel shirt and lift my arms up. “Try it yourself.” She starts scratching, but to no avail. It might kill my bladder, but the tease is on. “Damn, sides?” She lifts up my shirt enough to access my sides. My bladder is Aching. Come on Chloe, I really need the relief. “How bout this. You guess this next time, I tell you the story of any other people on campus I saw wet.” I wink “Might have a certain someone at fire walk on that list.” She perks up, “I did not!” “If you guess right, you just may find out.” “Shit, okay… umm…” She reaches over and starts untying my shoes. Relief here I come. “You must be ticklish here Rachel.” She starts taking off shoes and socks. And my bladder is just dying of anticipation. She found my relief. All I can do is smile. “Try it out Price, today may just be your lucky day.” As soon as she starts scratching I scream out in laughter. My bladder lets spurts out little at a time until I stop Chloe, because finally, my bladder wont stop emptying. So much relief. I can’t help but cry as the pain starts slowly going away. I stand up and allow Chloe the show that she had been dying to see. Feeling the warmth run down my legs, soaking up every spot it came across. It was amazing, and now I am questioning why I never tried this before. All was silent, except for the sound of urine pouring down to the floor. Once the stream died down to a pitter-patter, and then halted, Chloe spoke up. “I am so sorry for putting you through this. You really must have needed to go and-” “Chloe Price, you don’t need to be sorry. Besides, you still owe me a wetting yourself. And lets hope you aren’t pee shy like I am, cause that is painful.” “Oh, yeah. And you owe me stories. Oh, and don’t worry, no pee shyness here.” There was silence for quite some time. I look at the damage. The entire back side is soaked and so is most of the front. Honestly, if this were to have happened in front of anyone else, I would have been embarrassed. But not with Chloe. She just continued to stare at my mess in awe. I decide to speak up “It, actually felt pretty nice. You might be seeing a lot more of this out of me Chloe.” She smiles, “Rachel Amber, you look hot in those soaked jeans.” “How hot?” “Hella Hot.” We laugh as my piss stained jeans glistened in the sun light entering the train. I looked out, and saw the park my father would be going to be, presumably. “We’re here!” “Where?” “Jump and find out!” “What about the stories?” “I’ll tell you as you start to show signs of desperation.” “Alright, Fuck it.” Chloe jumped out, I follow, hoping this day will only get more and more interesting. Once again, sorry about the length. If the demand is high enough I may continue this. Who has Rachel seen wet? Could she have been behind the reason behind some of them? How will Rachel react to seeing Chloe peeing herself? And who was it at Firewalk that Rachel saw piss themself?
  11. Some time ago, nearly two years in fact, I wrote a tale of desperation, starring Triss from The Witcher series. I had wanted to do a sequel, but between lack of ideas, and life, I never got round to it. Until now! I hope you very much enjoy this follow up! CC Welcome. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- As she materialised back in her own room, her eyes flashing and hair flowing with the telltale sign of her power, Ciri laughed aloud. She knew it was cruel, but she just loved to torment a bursting bladder, it was so funny! And maybe a little exciting… She giggled again thinking of Triss and Yen’s conversation that she had listened to while holding the privvy door closed, before making a swift exit via telportation. She had wanted to keep the game going, but it seemed Triss was at her limit, and besides, with Yen telling her about the jammed door it would have aroused to much suspicion if the door failed to open. A shame there was nowhere to teleport to that was still in earshot of the privvy, Ciri mused as she straightened her white shirt and ran a hand through her ashen hair, it looked like Triss had built up a real gusher. Ciri flopped down onto her bed, breasts threatening to spill out of her forever slightly unbuttoned shirt. She sighed contentedly, although she wished to get back out and cause more bladder distress, she knew she would have to play it safe so as not to draw too much attention. As she got herself all comfortable, Ciri felt the familiar feeling of her bladder twinging, that first signal of needing relief, although she could have easily pulled herself up and found relief, she thought it not worth it for the trickle she contained. She instead rolled onto her stomach, briefly enjoying the extra pressure this placed on her filling bladder, before rolling further onto her side, and curling up to sleep. Her last thoughts before drifting off were of Triss dancing in desperation, desperately trying to hold it in, and of the huge wee she would have unleashed. Ciri dreamed. But this was not a dream of something new, this was a memory, relived again like new. It was years ago, and she had just failed a translation test set by Yennefer for what felt like the millionth time that day. “What is the point!” Ciri shouted in frustration, slamming her quill down. She had finally been getting close, but had been distracted at a crucial moment and failed the translation again. “The point, dearest, is that these are useful skills.” Replied Yennefer, keeping her cool, placing the quill back in the inkpot. Ciri sighed, her temper calming, “Are they really though?” “You know they are, ancient manuscripts hold powerful secrets, being able to translate them is therefore useful” Yen replied, touching Ciri’s face reassuringly, “What happened?” Ciri smiled sadly, “I got distracted.” “By what?” Yen asked calmly. Ciri bit her lip, she knew, but found it too embarrassing to tell one of the most powerful sorceresses in the north, The Yennefer of Vengerberg, that she was distracted from her test because she realised her bladder was full. “Nothing really.” She sighed. “Come on what is it? Yen pressured. Ciri shifted uncomfortably in her seat, partly from her nerves, partly from the increasing pressure in her bladder. “Honestly, nothing.” She replied, trying to change topics. Yen frowned, “You can tell me, Ciri, are you hungry? Thirsty? I can go get you some water if you like?” “No!” Ciri replied a little too quickly, “No really, I’m fine, just frustrated, and sad, I want to be able to do it, but I just can’t.” “We have plenty of time, it’s understandable to be frustrated, but don’t be sad about it.” Smiled Yen, “Or else….” She added with a wink. Ciri frowned, confused, “Or else what?” Yen smiled wickedly, wiggling her fingers. “Or else an old friend will come out to play….” Ciri wriggled in her seat again, feeling phantom tickles across her body, “I’m grown now! That won’t work any more!” She declared nervously, years ago, back when she first came to Kaer Morhen Castle, and was grumpy Yen had used to tickle her to cheer her up, but she had nearly wet her breeches several times, not that she would ever admit it. She liked to think she was past all that now, but with an already full bladder….. Yen held her fingers to her ears, “What’s that? Ah the tickle monster says that’s what they all say….” “No Yen really,” Ciri began, crossing her legs tightly as her bladder twitched nervously. “Too late!” Cried Yen as she lunged forwards, fingers tickling into Ciri’s sides. She tried not to laugh but it was hopeless, in seconds she was shrieking hysterically, and her bladder was spasming like a rapid heartbeat, trying desperately to push its liquid burden out. “See you’re cheering up already! You’re laughing!” Said Yen, laughing herself. “S-s-stop!” Stammered Ciri between laughs. Yen eased her fingers for a second, “Why?” “Because I...I have to go?” Ciri said, dancing around the subject, as she longed to dance in desperation. “Go where?” Yen replied in genuine confusion. “No, I have to….go.” Ciri said, as her legs crossed even tighter, doubling up entirely now to contain her waters. Yen still looked confused and slowly began to increase her tickles once more. “Yen! I need a wee!” Ciri said giggling. “Yeah right! That’s what all the girls say to get away from the tickle monster!” Yen laughed, doubling her efforts. Ciri’s legs were like a pretzel and she yearned to grab her crotch, anything to put more pressure on to stop the leaks she knew were coming. “I really do! I’m bursting! I need to go! I need to pee!!” Ciri exclaimed panicked. Yen rolled her eyes, “You always used to say that! Then you were sad the game ended!” Ciri’s eyes widened, “I’m gonna leak! I can’t hold it!” “Oh fine.” Said Yen stopping at last. Ciri laughed once more as Yen’s fingers moved away, brushing her one last time, and that was it, her bladder could take no more and all of her desperation poured out into her pants. Despite her horror at the situation, Ciri couldn’t help but sigh in relief, throwing her head back. “Oh no!” Yen exclaimed, “Ciri I’m so sorry! I didn’t….” Ciri looked down at herself, not sure what to say. “I really didn’t mean to...” Said Yen sadly. “It can be our secret, no one needs to know. I can vanish the….evidence, and fetch you clean clothes.” Ciri looked up, “It’s fine. I should have said sooner.” “I really am sorry.” Yen said, rising, “I’ll get you something to change into.” Ciri’s expression changed, “I just realised something. Well two somethings.” She smiled. Yen tilted her head, “What’s that?” “I just worked out the translation, it just clicked!” Ciri beamed. “Oh that’s great, dearest! Well done! I guess you really were distracted!” Yen said, happily clapping her hands. “What else did you realise?” Ciri smiled wickedly, “That I need to get you back now...” Yen laughed confidently, “Oh I doubt very much you could! Now stay there, I’ll get your clothes.” Ciri smiled, we’ll see, she thought, as she watched Yen leave. And with the memory concluded, so to did Ciri’s nap. She woke quickly, blinking to clear her eyes, thinking over her dreams, before it hit her. She had to pee. Desperately. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- And that's it for this chapter! I hope you liked it! I do have plans for another installment, but no solid time frame or ideas yet, any suggestions or ideas are welcome, but I can't promise I'll do them.
  12. Alisha does such a good job resisting the urge to pee herself while being tickled that Olivia gives her a special, sexy, reward in this video. As you may already know, if you are familiar with her videos, Alisha is extremely, incredibly, ticklish. So ticklish, in fact, that only about a minute of tickling is usually more than enough to open up the floodgates and cause her to soak herself. Feeling sympathy for Alisha, Olivia decides to help her out by training her not to pee herself every time she gets tickled. Alisha goes along with this training but is apprehensive about its chances of success. In this scene, we get to watch as Olivia attempts to help Alisha withstand tickling without peeing herself. With an absorbent pad on the floor just in case, Olivia tickles Alisha mercilessly while Alisha simply tries not to pee herself. Alisha does a good job holding things in, but in the end, this is still Alisha we are talking about. Ultimately she ends up soaking her leggings, but she held on for a good solid couple of minutes first, a major improvement. To reward Alisha for doing such a good job, Olivia decides to perform oral sex on her. After helping Alisha out of her dripping wet leggings, we get to watch as Olivia goes down on Alisha on the kitchen floor. Already in a heightened state of arousal from wetting herself, it doesn’t take Alisha too long to climax under Olivia’s expert touch.
  13. While wearing a thick, tabbed, adult diaper Alisha gets tickled by Olivia until she pees herself. In this scene we find Alisha sitting on the floor playing with her phone while wearing a thick adult diaper and a gray t-shirt. Distracted by her phone, she doesn’t notice Olivia sneaking up behind her. When Olivia gets close enough, she launches into a merciless tickle attack. Being extremely ticklish, Alisha is completely helpless to resist. As Olivia gleefully tickles Alisha, Alisha begs to be let go, saying that she is going to pee herself. Olivia doesn’t care, telling Alisha that she is trying to make her pee in her diaper. Ultimately, Olivia is successful in her goal- She continues to tickle Alisha until Alisha wets her diaper. However, because of Alisha’s squirming, there are gaps around the diaper’s waist. As a result, she suffers a major leak, not just wetting the diaper, but making a puddle on the floor. After Alisha wets herself, Olivia untapes her diaper to show the camera. This gives us a chance to see the inside of Alisha’s soaked diaper. Finally, Alisha gets up to go clean herself and the video comes to an end.
  14. It's been a while, readers! As much as I love writing on here, I've been a bit short on time and long on prior commitments lately, so I haven't had a lot of opportunities. Fortunately, I got sick enough of not posting on here that I decided to start down my list of ideas, which begins with a fairly old story, but, since it's similar to the one I posted before, I figured you guys might like it. So... here's hoping you actually do. Our story begins with me and my girlfriend (I'm bi, sue me). We had been friends for a long time before we decided to commit to a romantic relationship, but we got along very well and found each other attractive, so eventually we decided it should happen. This girl, we'll call her Stella, was my first real, committed relationship with a girl, so everything that came with it was new and exciting; lots of dates, lots of time spent together, lots of mushy gushy stuff where, before, there was only flirting and the odd kiss or touch... and some new sexual stuff, too, so I enjoyed a lot. We were on a date when this whole thing went down, only this particular date wasn't much of a date at all. We had planned a movie marathon of the Star Wars films (of which she had seen none) in our comfiest clothes- I wore a long, soft black shirt and light blue jeggings, plus some comfy, pink, fluffy socks, and Stella wore... gosh, I don't even remember, but it doesn't matter. Probably some shorty shorts, since it was summer and that was what she always wore around the house when she wasn't going out. Anyway, halfway through Empire, Stella decided that we needed a break that went from stretching our legs to making out on the couch (with the movie paused, of course- I didn't want her to miss any of it). We had been at it for a few minutes when things began to heat up. She had begun to kiss my neck, which she knew I loved, and began to lift up my shirt, but, when her fingers brushed my back, I arched away, and she dropped my shirt. "What?" Her surprise was evident on her face; she was worried I didn't want it. "Should I not...?" "No," I mumbled, immediately embarrassed, "that just... tickled, is all." Stella's face immediately lit up with a mischievous smile, and I knew exactly what was coming. Stella had discovered a long time before this moment exactly how ticklish I was, although, unlike my friends who found the whole thing extremely funny, tickling me turned my girlfriend on, probably more than anything else we had done up to that point. She said she 'liked the way I squirm,' which... if she wanted a partner who would do that a lot, she came to the right person. ;P "Oh..." she said, her voice dropping to a low, seductive purr, "is that a problem?" As a matter of fact, it was. Stella and I had only been dating for a couple weeks at this point, and I was not comfortable enough with her house to use the toilet, as I had only been there a couple times- yes, I know such a hang up is childish, but it's lead to one or two arousing incidents, so I don't work too hard to fix it. The point is, having been there for the length of a movie and a half, my bladder was getting rather full in spite of my efforts to drink minimal amounts of liquid, and Stella's decision to tickle me now was highly unfortunate. "Um..." I began, but before I could get another word out, she was upon me, tickling me mercilessly. I laughed, of course, but it was not a happy laugh, and, between fits of giggling, I continually begged my girlfriend to stop. "Stella, please," I would say, or "Stop, stop, please, stop," or "please, please, please," but she wouldn't let up. Soon, she straddled me. I began to struggle and squirm, and this was just what she wanted. Stella began to tickle me with renewed energy, and I could no longer fit pleas between my laughter. All I could do was writhe, but eventually she let up and I caught my breath. "Oh... my... gosh..." I gasped. Stella looked at me quizzically. "I... can't... jeez, could you...?" "Tickle you more? Absolutely!" Stella said brightly, but she held off, waiting for my actual question. "Could you... give me a second..." I wheezed. I was by no means overweight, but no more was I in tip-top shape. When I regained my breath, I finally spoke up. "Stella..." I hesitated. I was going to ask her to stop, my bladder still aching softly from the effort of staying tense and keeping all the liquid inside me, but she looked so happy; blushing slightly, smiling widely, her crotch warm against my own. I knew she was enjoying this. I can handle a bit more, I decided. I nodded and her grin widened. Then she was back at it. It only took a minute for me to remember exactly why I had begged her to stop; my bladder muscles were getting weaker and weaker, and I knew that, if I let this go on for too much longer, I would have an accident right here, on my girlfriend's couch. I still had no intention of going to the bathroom, but I was convinced that, if she satisfied herself tickling me and gave up, I could hold it until I was ready to head home. I was wrong, of course, but I never got the chance to find out, because, at that exact moment, I sprung a leak. My eyes sprung open and a gasp escaped my mouth, momentarily stopping my giggles. I squeezed hard, and the leak stopped, but Stella's tickling did not. I knew that, at this moment, it was urgent that she stop. "Oh my god..." I managed, my mirth reduced by the horrifying realization that I may actually lose control, "Stel...la... stop... stop... please... I'm gonna pee!" "Oh, hush," she said, biting her lip, "you're only saying that so I'll give you a break." "No... no!" I pleaded. "I'm... serious... Stella, please..." she wasn't stopping. Another leak. This one was continuous, although tiny. Stella still wasn't letting up. "No, no..." I moaned, shifting back and forth, grinding against her in an effort to make her stop, doing my best to pry her hands away from me, but all my strength was focused in my bladder, and I couldn't. My desperate squirms only seemed to turn her on more, and she bit her lip, grinding back against me. "Please, please!" I bucked my hips, but she still didn't stop. Another big spurt, and I could feel my pants dampen. I tried again, revolting my hips against Stella, and it worked- she shifted... directly onto my bladder. I gasped as a huge jet of pee shot out of me and straight down my leg, wetting my pants to mid-thigh. I sat bolt-upright, and Stella finally stopped, backing up to avoid being headbutted. My hands flew to my crotch, but it was too late. "Oh, god," I mumbled, "oh god..." The pee wouldn't stop coming, no matter how I shifted or how hard I squeezed. I looked away from Stella, face burning, and noticed her floor- it was a sort of porcelain fake wood flooring. My pee wouldn't soak into that, so if I was going to wet myself, I would do it standing over the floor. I shoved my girlfriend off and stumbled off the couch, standing up on the floor, then grabbing my crotch and crossing my legs in a last ditch effort to keep from wetting myself completely. No good. The pee raced out of my bladder faster than ever, soaking my pants quickly, spilling into my cute fluffy socks, and then puddling on the floor. Since I had been drinking minimal amounts of water, it had a strong smell, and I was certain it would stain my lightly colored underwear and socks. I kept my back to Stella until the flow had stopped completely, then turned slowly to look at her, my face red with embarrassment. To my surprise, she was red too, but her face wore a look of arousal; she was still biting her lip and a lazy smile spread across her face. I looked at her, confused, and in response, she got up and kissed me deeply. "Hey," she said, still in the same deep purr, "that was... sorta hot." I gaped at her, in total shock. She had the same fetish I did?! "I'm sorry I didn't believe you when you said you were going to have an accident," she continued, "but... well, let's get this cleaned up." True to her word, she helped me clean up, got me a pair of her sweatpants while we put the soaked jeggings in the washer, and listened intently as I spilled the truth- that I actually really enjoyed it myself- before watching the rest of the film with me. Did Stella truly have the same kink I did? Well, sort of... it turned out later that she quite enjoyed watching me wet myself, but not the feeling of doing it herself. I didn't mind, of course. I wound up wetting myself for her a couple other times, although, since these were intentional, they didn't make for such exciting stories. I was never afraid to use the bathroom at her house again, either. When you've had an accident in front of someone, I suppose asking to use their toilet is a pretty major step down. She and I are still dating to this day, and I have no intention of breaking things off any time soon. Anyway, that was the whole story. If you enjoyed it, feel free to tell me in the comments, and check out some of my other stories, like "An Evening With Friends," which I actually referenced in this story, or "The Gates of Shambhala," one of my many fanfictions. I love writing stories for you guys, so if you have anything else you'd like me to do, feel free to let me know in the comments or by DM. Thanks for reading and I'll see you soon!
  15. Maki

    female Risa and Kotarou (tickle wetting)!

    From the album: Hitsujiomo

  16. Maki

    female Dxqm6RDU8AEQUFw[1]

  17. Hi, folks ! I'd like to relate another one of my omo adventures to you, if that's OK ? it was a beautiful summer Saturday evening, so I was dressed quite casually in a white vest top (tee shirt to you Americans), a pair of black cotton leggings and white socks, and we were relaxing on the couch with a nice bottle of red wine. I say 'we', because my oh-so-pretty roommate Emily was staying in for once on a Saturday night, and we had decided to watch a movie together. I love watching movies so much; it's probably one of my favourite things to do in my spare time. I picked Zombieland, which is a bit of a romantic comedy but also a thriller, so we were able to agree on that one. Then I turned out the lights in the living room, because i really prefer seeing a movie in a dark theatre, and this made it seem more like that to me. Anyhow, there we were, sitting together on the couch in the dark, watching this great movie and sharing the red wine. :) It was delicious, by the way... Emily was dressed so cutely in a tiny red cropped tee shirt and really tight skinny jeans with frilly pink socks, and even though I LOVE Zombieland, I just couldn't help stealing glances at her. She looked lovely by the flickering light of the TV set in that dark room, I must say. Of course, the red wine was also starting to get me a little bit tipsy as we got about thirty-five minutes into the movie, and I also started getting that familiar feeling that told me i was going to probably need to get up to use the potty soon. Before much more time had passed, I was more than a little tipsy, and I started to shuffle a little where I was sitting. I began to wonder if maybe Emily was in the same state I was, but I really couldn't tell from her facial expression or body language; she was watching the movie raptly, and she wasn't squirming or fidgeting in place like i was. In fact, at first she seemed to be totally unaware of my ever increasing need to pee. Less than halfway through the movie, my hand had sneaked its way down to my thigh and was just resting there when I suddenly shuddered as I felt a small wave of desperation hit me. I looked over at Emily, hoping she still hadn't noticed anything, and I smiled when i saw that she had both hands down between her legs now. She was getting desperate too ! I quickly looked away so she didn't catch on to the fact that I knew she also had to pee pretty badly now and went back to watching the movie, but still couldn't keep myself from glancing over quickly at her every now and again as both of us slowly became more and more desperate. About 50 minutes into the movie, I was suddenly hit by a really severe wave of desperation, the kind you can barely resist... and i didn't manage to, well, not completely anyhow. I blushed a bright shade of crimson as I felt a bit of hot pee escape my wee hole to dampen my violet coloured cotton bikini knickers, but I somehow was able to keep from losing it totally and wetting myself then and there on the couch beside my pretty roommate. But at this point I knew it was really only a matter of time before one of us wet, because now Em was looking quite desperate as well, squirming in place and double crossing her legs as she leaned forward slightly and sat right at the edge of the couch. For some strange reason, neither of us wanted to admit how badly we had to go to the other, though. It was like an unofficial holding contest now... By the time we had gotten near the end of the movie. I had my hand in my knickers and when I looked over at Emily, she was squirming with both hands on her crotch and her jeans undone so I was able to see just a bit of her lime green knickers. As we turned to face each other, she smiled wickedly, moved her her hands to my hips and started tickling me. This took me completely by surprise, and I began to laugh and brought my hands quickly down to my sides to protect myself, but it was no use. I already had to pee so badly, and her tickling me was the last straw... Suddenly I felt myself squirting a nice long stream of hot pee into my knickers, and as she kept on tickling me I was laughing uncontrollably and gasping, until i finally managed to get out a few quick words. I blurted out, "OMG... Please stop, Em, I'm peeing my pants!" I think maybe she thought she'd won and that it was OK to stop before I completely wet myself, but when I felt her long fingernails stop tickling me, I saw my chance to go on the offensive, so I attacked her sides and started to tickle her mercilessly. Now it was her turn to squirm, wriggle, and gasp uncontrollably as I somehow was able to reach up and start tickling her armpits even though she ended up sitting on top of me, and she was shaking her head back and forth and screaming with laughter, until she cried out, "Oh NOOOO!" and I could feel her jeans getting soaked with her pee as she wet herself... but then she was able to do the same to me now, and I started laughing so hard I actually lost control and fully wet myself too ! I can't say the rest... but it was certainly a fun Saturday night, even if we did end up staying home !
  18. Tickled till she pees 2 Submitted by: pwatch63 Submission Date: : 07 Nov 2012 Category: Videos / Movies / Clips (Female) Clothing: Panties/Undies Wetting Type: Accident Wetting Scenario: Unspecified Girl tied up and tickled until she wets her panties. Click here to download this file
  19. Celine Noiret whom we know from LoveWetting is being tickled by two other women. At about 5:00 she says "I will pee myself" and half a minute later we see her shorts are really wet in the crotch. Then the tickling women inspect the wet shorts and continue tickling. https://vk.com/videos207268542#/videos207268542?z=video226027395_170311255%2Fpl_207268542_-2
  20. Kenny P.

    TDSU-074

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    Tickled until they wet.

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  21. Lauren and I were house mates , neither of us could be bothered cooking dinner so we decided to treat ourselves to a night out with a few drinks and dinner . We went to our local tavern for a couple of pre dinner drinks before moving on to a restaurant we had booked earlier. We were chatting away when a couple of guys came and sat with us , they introduced themselves to us . Both were fly in fly out mine workers , their names were Mathew and Tyson . Both guys were best mates with rugged good looks caught our interest almost immediately . The drinks flowed , the guys kept us entertained to the point where we nearly forgot our dinner date . Lauren and I went to the toilet to " compare notes " we were both excited by our new love interests , so we decided to ask them if they would join us for dinner . I had my eyes on Matt , and Lauren had taken a liking to Tyson . The guys jumped at the chance to join us , so off we went . Somehow it felt right , the guys made us laugh and they didn't seem to be coming with us with only one thing in mind . Our night was a huge success , so we swapped phone numbers and agreed to see each other again . We only had a few days to get to know each other before the guys had to return to work . It was a long few weeks before the guys came back . I spent most of the day with Matt but I was reluctant to spend a night with him in case my " problem " resurfaced and I would ruin our relationship before it had begun . Even Lauren wouldn't sleep with me unless I wore a diaper . I am an occasional bedwetter , unless I have been drinking then I am a frequent bedwetter . I had only started wearing diapers at night again since I moved in with Lauren . I had tried sleeping with guys before , of course I never worked up the courage to tell them about my bladder issues and after a night out I would lay awake stressing about peeing myself in my sleep and then having to explain myself in the morning . Eventually after a few near sleepless nights I would be so tired I would collapse into a coma like slumber and wether I had been drinking or not I would wake in a wet bed . The friction it caused in our relationship would soon form cracks which would then turn into chasms , we would fight and argue about seemly stupid issues , then my bedwetting would come up and eventually we would go our own separate ways and I would be single and unhappy again. This time it would be different , I would not sleep over until I thought I knew Matt well enough to explain my situation to him . Then if he wanted to call it off I would be hurt but I would rather it be that way then a painful split again . Matt and I were messing around . Matt was lying on the floor , I was straddling him . He only wearing jeans so I started kissing his chest . He wasn't wearing underwear , something that I found really sexy . So I began to put that situation to good use , I was feeling oh so horny, I lowered myself onto his man thing and began slowly and gently rocking my hips , so as to rub his jeans up and down on his ever expanding member . I really needed to pee but I also loved the feeling of having a full bladder and the exciting horny sensation I was getting . I could feel myself getting wet , I was teasing Matt , getting him almost to the edge and then backing off to deny him . I was really enjoying having a man in my life again . Matt sensed I was teasing him , so he grabbed me and began tickling me so hard it made me breathless . I couldn't get the words out I was so desperately trying to say " Stop or I am going to wet myself " !!!! I was straddled which left me helplessly defenceless ............................. Too Late !!!!! I felt a hot gush of pee flood into my jeans , Matt kept tickling unaware of what had just happened , then stopped with a startled look on his face . I sat stunned and helpless as my bladder emptied itself into my underwear and now soaking through to Matt's proud member . My relationship was melting away or so I thought , I looked at Matt , expecting a tirade of abuse . Nothing !!! except a guy looking very embarrassed with the biggest man toy I had ever seen . OMG !!! my horniness returned in a flash , I couldn't help myself . I ripped open his jeans , exposing him . Then dragged my own jeans down my legs , not even bothering to remove my panties , I just yanked them to one side and then directed his member into my flooded garden . We made love like a couple possessed , frantic , wild and untamed !!! I felt his warm seed explode inside me , which triggered my own intense shattering orgasm . Every fibre in my body screamed in pent up release !!!! as I dug my nails deep into his chest . Panting I collapsed onto his chest , enjoying the wilting afterglow . I kissed him lovingly , thankful to be still together after peeing on my new boyfriend . He quietly whispered to me " Where the F**k did that come from ? " I whispered quietly back " You made me wet my pants " We have to talk " We got up and went and showered , I was in a dream , I had just had the best sex with a guy ever !! We showered and in the middle of the day climbed into bed . I had already sensed that Matt was easy to talk to . Ok he said tell what just happened . So I confessed " peeing myself turns me on " as soon as I said that I could feel his " barometer " rise . Matt was turned on by me peeing on him . He confessed he was embarrassed because he got a hard on when I peed all over him and thought I would be angry for making me piss my pants . Matt had never had any involvement with pee sex , it was totally new to him . Seizing my chance I went for broke , we talked for hours I shared my bladder issues with him even confessing that I wore diapers at night . Matt didn't even know they made "adult diapers" , we shared our kinks and we finally realised we had something special between us . That was over 5 years ago , our relationship has continued to flourish , even though at times its still long distance , our week together is so much fun . Its the happiest I have ever been . Lauren and I are still in regular contact so we don't get lonely when our guys are away . I am so glad we decided to go to dinner that night , it changed my life forever . Some things are meant to be !!
  22. KnottyBuoy

    Tied Angel.mov

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    1,487 downloads

    Angel (of allofanne, a web site no longer extant), her hands tied overhead, is desperate and tickled until she wets her jeans.

    Free

  23. Chapter 1 David was sitting in the front row of the school bus taking him home from school. The seats were wide enough for two to fit comfortably, but no one was sitting next to David; most students preferred to sit near the back of the bus, where they could feel the bumps in the road more strongly. There were two girls sitting across the aisle from David: a blonde, sitting next to the aisle, and a brunette, sitting next to the window. Both were attractive, but so were a good many of David’s classmates. David alternated between watching the two girls and looking out his own window; there wasn't much else he could see from where he was sitting. About two-thirds of the way through the ride, while David was looking out the window, he heard a gasp and turned just in time to see the brunette plunge both hands tightly between her legs. The blonde was giggling. "I can't believe you would watersucker me in public!" the brunette exclaimed, quietly but clearly horrified. Watersucker? David thought, confused. He had never heard that term before. "We're almost home," the blonde replied. "Anyway, you got me while we were out hiking." "There was no one else around." "So it's the other people that bother you? The seat backs are too high for anyone to see you without standing up." The brunette looked around, then pointed at David. "He can see," she said. "All right, one person." "You know I'm going to get you back for this." "I'm sure you will," the blonde retorted. "In the meantime, though . . ." she started to tickle the brunette's sides. "Oh my god, stop. Stop. I have to pee." "That's the point." They stopped talking at that point. The blonde continued to giggle and tickle the brunette, who tried to squirm away from the blonde’s fingers while continuing to hold herself tightly with both hands. David, his mouth open slightly, could not take his eyes off of them. The brunette tried to glare angrily at the blonde a few times, but then she would crack up from the tickling, squeeze her vulva with the hands holding it, and then concentrate her efforts on trying to getting away from the tickling while, apparently, struggling not to wet her pants. After awhile she started squeezing herself repeatedly even while trying to avoid being tickled, and then she gave on the dodging attempts, crossed one leg over the other, and tensed her thighs briefly. David’s mouth had gone dry. He closed it and swallowed, then opened it again. “Aww,” the blonde started to tease, “do you have to go pee pee? Are you going to wet your pants like a little kid? Are you going to have an embarrassing accident on a crowded school bus?” She was smiling broadly. “I hate you,” the brunette said flatly. They were speaking quietly, presumably so as not to attract the attention of the entire school bus, but David was still able to hear what they said if he listened properly. The brunette tensed her thighs again. The bus stopped. David started; he had forgotten that he was on a moving vehicle. The blonde looked out the girls’ window and said, “Oh, here we are.” She turned to face the aisle and slowly slid out of the seat. As she slowly stood up, she looked at David. David half hoped, half dreaded that she would say something to him. She did not. She merely looked at him for a few moments, her expression showing nothing more than passing curiosity, and then turned and started walking toward the door to the bus, which the driver had opened. The brunette was now sitting at the edge of the seat that the girls had shared, her legs still crossed and her hands still between them. She, too, looked at David, and her expression showed exasperation, as well as the understandable panic of being about to pee in her pants. The exasperation, however, was not directed at David. She did say something to David: “I’m going to get her back for this.” The way she said it, David believed her, although he was still kind of confused about what was going on. The brunette then uncrossed her legs and slowly got up, still holding her vulva tightly. David suspected that her slowness was for an entirely different reason than that of the blonde. The two girls made their way out of the bus, the blonde still moving with what David assumed was deliberate slowness, the brunette pee pee dancing furiously and urging her companion to hurry up. Once they made it to the sidewalk, the blonde resumed tickling the brunette’s sides. The bus door closed and the bus started moving again. David watched the two girls out the window. The brunette was bent forward, her hands still between her legs, hobbling along the sidewalk, stopping frequently to squeeze her thighs together, while the blonde tailgated her and tickled her constantly. David continued to watch them until the bus turned a corner and they were out of sight. When David’s mother got home later that day, David asked her, “Mom, what does ‘watersucker’ mean?” His mother looked at him uncertainly. “Watersucker? Something that sucks up water?” That didn’t make sense. But David didn’t feel comfortable discussing the circumstances under which he had heard the term used, so he said, “Never mind,” and went back to doing his homework.
  24. Seneca

    female ATOM-175

    File Name: ATOM-175 File Submitter: Seneca File Submitted: 15 May 2014 File Category: Swimsuit Wetting DIURETIC TICKLE TORTURE / DESPERATION & BIKINI WETTING (PART 1) JAV ATOM-175, a 4-hour video broken into 5 parts with sex removed. In each part an amateur accepts a challenge and is fed diuretics and water. She's given a bikini to wear and as she grows desperate is tickled with brushes and vibrators until finally peeing her bikini. The full video then goes to explicit sex with each girl, but these clips end after the wetting. A long slow tease for desperation fans. The wettings aren't huge, which kind of supports the premise that they're amateurs, but is a bit of an anti-climax. For pure wetting fans, part 5 is the best of the set. *SOME BRIEF NUDITY AS THEY CHANGE INTO SWIMSUITS* Click here to download this file