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  1. This was inspired by Furry Edits, who did videos of people (likely pretending to be) stuck in fursuits and adding text, a few of which involved omo, which, based on Twitter comments, they are really into as they made many comments about peeing fursuits, and I couldn't resist, given the general lack of fursuit wetting content. I do not know how easy it is to get stuck in fursuits in real life, or how hard it is to find a solution, you probably wouldn't actually get stuck inside one for as long as Daisy does here, but suspend your disbelief and enjoy the omo. Princess Daisy Trapped in a Fursuit One day, Princess Daisy went to a furry convention, putting her lion fursuit on over her sports outfit. It was relatively tight-fitting and outlined her nicely, making her butt look cute. She smelled a little because she had just run several laps and not washed this outfit in a few days, but it would be difficult to smell under her fursuit. After the convention, Daisy and Peach, who was wearing a pink cat fursuit, walked into their hotel room. Peach took her fursuit off. However, Daisy tried to unzip her fursuit, but her zipper was stuck in her fur. She pulled on her zipper but it wouldn't budge. "Um... Peach... A little help here?" Peach pulled on the zipper, but had no more luck unzipping than Daisy. As Peach pulled on the zipper, Daisy held herself with both hands because she really had to pee. But she had no way to as long as she was stuck in her fursuit. Then, the zipper broke off. "Oh no!" said Peach. "The zipper broke off." "Oh man! What are we gonna do?" Daisy asked, holding herself and fidgeting, in desperate need of a bathroom. "I'll call E. Gadd," said Peach. "He might know how to unzip broken fursuit zippers." Peach pulled out her cell phone and dialed a number. "Hello, this is Princess Peach. Princess Daisy is in a bit of a bind. She's trapped in her fursuit. It got stuck and as we were trying to unzip her, the zipper broke off. Can you get her out of that fursuit?" Pause. "Can't you come sooner?" Pause. "I understand. Thank you for your time and I will see you then." She hung up. "Well?" Daisy asked, still fidgeting on the bed. "The good news is, he will be able to get you out of that fursuit." Daisy sighed of relief. "The bad news is, he won't be able to come for another two days." "Two days? But I have to go to the bathroom REAL BAD!" Daisy fidgeted more. "Do you think you can hold it for that long?" "Have you ever known anyone to hold it that long?" "Right. Well, you'll just have to pee in your fursuit." "What?" "I know it will ruin the fursuit, but it's already ruined. He has a special process of unzipping the zipper but it would take more effort to fix, and it'd be better to get a new one." "But I don't wanna wet myself!" "You have no choice but to pee in your fursuit. It's not that uncommon for fursuiters to get trapped in their fursuits if their zippers weren't designed right, and what do they do when they have to pee in this situation? They are forced to pee in their fursuits." "Are you sure?" Daisy fidgeted some more. She was feeling like there really wasn't any other option. "I'm sure," said Peach. "Just go ahead and pee. It's all right." Daisy fidgeted a bit more, and then she stopped, spread her legs, and a soft hissing noise was heard as Daisy peed in her fursuit. She sighed of immense relief as the warm wetness spread, soaking her shorts underneath and the inside of her fursuit, pooling around her rear end and flowing down her legs and into her lion paw boots. "I'm peeing," she said, blushing under her furry head as she wet herself. Peach smiled as Daisy relieved herself in her fursuit. When Daisy was done peeing, she patted her on the back. "Feel better?" she asked. "Much better," said Daisy. "But now I'm really wet." "Not much to do about that," said Peach. "It's still a bit hot in here, so I'm thirsty," said Daisy. Peach cut a small hole in the mouth of Daisy's lion head so that she could drink water and soda through a straw and stay hydrated. Eventually, Peach changed into her pajamas while Daisy was forced to stay in her wet fursuit. They climbed into their beds and fell asleep. ... "Rise and shine, my furry princess," said Peach the next morning. Daisy woke up. It took her a few seconds to remember her current situation. The inside of her fursuit still felt damp. "Good morning, Peach." "Tomorrow, E. Gadd will get you out of that fursuit," said Peach. "I can hardly wait," said Daisy. "In the meantime, want to have some furry fun today?" "Sure," said Daisy. After they drank their coffees, Daisy drinking through a straw that went through the hole in her fursuit head, Peach put her cat fursuit on and they played around, having a pillow fight and some friendly wrestling. Eventually, Peach threw Daisy, who landed in a position over the edge of a bed, with her top half hanging over the bed between it and the wall, and her behind in the air and her legs on the bed. "Nice booty," said Peach, patting Daisy's rear end. Daisy kicked her legs trying to get up. "Peach, help! I'm stuck, and I'm gonna pee!" She had not taken her morning pee yet and the coffee made her need to go even more. Peach giggled, enjoying the entertainment. "I'll get you up in a bit. Right now I'll have fun looking at your lion booty." Daisy struggled some more. "I'm stuck in this position, and I can't get up! I just peed my fursuit. I really had to go and I couldn't hold it." Peach giggled. "It's all right, Daisy," she said, patting Daisy's tush. "You would have wet yourself at least once today anyway." "Hehe, that's true," said Daisy. She farted loudly. "Oops... Excuse me." Peach patted Daisy's butt again and then pulled on her fursuit's tail to get her back on the bed in sitting position. ... The day went by and they had some fun watching some shows on TV. Peach would get smoothies for Daisy for her lunch. As they sat on the beds watching My Little Pony, Daisy had to pee again, and she had no choice but to do it in her fursuit. She sighed of relief as a hissing noise was heard. "Daisy? Are you peeing?" asked Peach. "Yep," said Daisy. "I really needed to go and I had no choice but to pee in my fursuit." "Good girl." Daisy giggled. ... Eventually, it was time for bed. Daisy drank a lot of water, and then climbed into bed. "Did you remember to pee before bed?" Peach asked. "Not yet," said Daisy. She walked into the bathroom and sat on the toilet. Sssssssssssss... "Ahhhh," Daisy sighed. "OK, now I peed before bed." She climbed into bed in her freshly wet fursuit and fell asleep. ... Daisy woke up the next morning really needing to pee. She remember her current situation, so she took her morning pee in her fursuit, laying in bed. She sighed of relief. She couldn't deny that she was starting to enjoy this. Now that she was seeing it as "all right" to pee in her fursuit, and the embarrassment factor had worn off, it was actually pretty fun. The warm wetness felt nice, as did the naughty feeling of deliberately going to the bathroom on herself. "Good morning, Daisy," said Peach. "Morning, Peach," said Daisy cheerfully. "My plan for the morning: 1.) Wake up. 2.) Pee. 3.) Get out of bed." Daisy got out of bed, and Peach giggled. About an hour later, E. Gadd arrived and used a device to open up the zipper on Daisy's fursuit. "There, now you can take the fursuit off when you want." "Thanks," said Daisy. "You have no idea how many times I had to pee in this fursuit." "That does tend to happen when people get trapped in fursuits," said E. Gadd. "I imagine you will need a nice bath now." He walked away. Daisy peeled off her wet fursuit, revealing her soggy shorts underneath. And they stank, from sweating and peeing in them for two days and not washing. "Phew," said Peach, fanning the air. "Well, time to give you a bath." And so Daisy took a bath in her wet shorts, washing herself all over with soap. Peach helped wash her, spending several minutes washing her rear end. Soon, Daisy was sparkly clean and soaking wet. As unpleasant as the whole experience had been to start, she had found it rather enjoyable as well. She might have even developed a bit of an interest in wetting. Next time she really had to go while running, she'd probably just let it flow.
  2. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    Completed shortly after the worst of my bout with Covid (yeeeeee...), so it's not quite as good as I'd like it to be. Here is a prequel to the Turbulence images --- now you can see how devastating getting pulled out of that bathroom ended up being for poor Ivy! She had already been desperately waiting for it to be fixed! As with pretty much every non-comic image I've done in recent years, the nude and textless versions are available on my Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/jailoreckman And if you haven't seen those Turbulence images yet:
  3. MBR

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    DLEE-747 has JKs who can't get to the bathroom because someone is already inside... When the occupant leaves, some rush in, but have an accident over the toilet, others lose it outside whilst waiting. Gym clothes, Skirts, this vid has the lot! Enjoy 😁
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  4. Well this last week has been a fun one! Holiday plans changed leaving me home for a week with no plans. That's when the rule was made for me. No toilet. If I have to pee I have 3 options, pee myself outside, pee myself on a pee pad, or wear a diaper. Majority of time at home, I wore diapers. 2 of the nights, my diaper leaked in bed 😅 I peed under my skirt outside at the family holiday gathering. I peed myself on the way home from the grocery store. One of the days, I wanted to pee in a pair of jeans I would never wet in public, so I peed on a pee pad in my room. Wound up peeing those jeans twice 😂 This week has been interesting. I've never had to go that long without a toilet, it was a challenge, but so much fun!
  5. (writing this while desperate let's see if I can hold till the end) Inspired by : an ai bot I once made lol -------- The whole world got taken over by inteligent robots, humans were close to extinction. Whenever a robot managed to catch one, the human would fall victim to experimentation. Mary was trying to have a normal day, she lived in a forest far away from the robots but somehow P-33 bot still managed to capture her. Mary woke up in a weird white room, there was nothing but a bed and a sink in the room. She immediately recognized the weird white clothes she was wearing, tight white shorts and flowy white t-shirt, the uniform the prisoners of the robots wore. P-33: "oh you're awake subject nr 1. Hello, I'm bot P-33." The robotic man walked into the room with an empty glass. P-33: "you should feel honored, you're the first human I'll experiment on and the first human to help us study the human bladder!" The bot walked over to the sink and filled the glass to the top where it showed 500ml. Then he passed the glass to Mary. Mary: "what's going on? I have to drink this? I don't want to be part of your stupid experiment!" Mary stood up defiantly which angered her captor. P-33: "you can drink it on your own accord or we'll find a different way to fill your bladder. We need to measure your full capacity so you need to hold it, if you leak you'll have to drink twice the amount of your leak, so you better hold because if you wet we'll force you to hold even more next time. This way we'll be sure to properly measure the capacity and durability of a human bladder!" Mary heard stories of captured humans, usually they would be submitted to more gruesome tortures, Mary's couldn't be that bad? Right? She knew that she couldn't escape anyway, no human ever did. It was better to listen and get on the robots good side. Mary sighed deeply and started drinking from the glass. The robot seemed very pleased he patted he head like a pet. P-33: "good girl! Drink it all because I have to give you even more!" After the second glass Mary felt how she was getting filled up, her kidneys finally started passing the urine into her bladder and the litre she just drank will surely catch up to her soon. [Picture 1] P-33: "hmm the subject started squirming... I have to note that down... Subject seems to be quite weak" Mary: "ey! Rude!" Mary crossed her legs as the desperation grew. P-33: "oh so you're not weak? Okay then, I'm sure you can handle another 1.5 litre." Mary quickly regreted snapping back. Without hesitation the bot handed her the next glass. Mary hated herself for her comment, but she knew there was no fighting it. She obediently drank the glass fully. Her bladder was feeling very full now. She crossed her legs and squirmed around. P-33: "now I'll give you the next glass, but first please stop crossing your legs." Mary: "what? Why?!" P-33: "I need to make sure you're not leaking" Mary squirmed desperately. While drinking the next glass she uncrossed her legs. Without a way to properly hold herself she felt like she might leak. [Picture 2] P-33: "hmmm okay okay... Now this will be your last glass today, that'll be about 2.5 litres for you." P-33 handed Mary a glass, she tried to drink as fast as possible to get it over with. [picture 3] Mary's face went pale when she felt the small leak in her underwear. The robot immediately noticed her small accident. P-33:" oh. Your bladder seems leaky now. We have to fill up what you just let out. It seems like it was about 200ml so you'll have to drink 400ml." Mary : "please no! I need to pee so badly!" The bot was merciless, he handed her the glass." P-33:" that's the point of the experiment human. Subjects as yourself don't have an opinion, I decide. You should have controlled that weak leaky bladder of yours instead of complaining." Mary sniffled and slowly drank the glass. Her bladder was full to the max and it started to stretch and hurt. Mary:" can i at least cross my legs now? Please please!" Mary was shaking from desperation, P-33 shook his head. He had to see if his subject didn't leak, crossing legs was not permitted. Mary's bladder was starting to bulge now and it interested the bot. [Picture 4] He pressed on the girls bladder with his firm robotic hand. Mary cried out and a small dribble ran down her thighs. Her underwear was wet. P-33 was displeased with her weakness. He had to punish her with another drink. Mary's bladder was hit by waves of desperation. Mary tried to cross her legs but P-33 stopped her and spread her legs a bit. [picture 5 and 6] P-33: "humans are so weak, even their bladders which they're supposed to control. You fascinate me human" Mary cried out. Her bladder spasmed. [picture 7 and 8] Mary couldn't hold it. Warm pee ran down her legs as she moaned in delight of relief. P-33 bot quickly noted down his observations and what he had yet to study. Unfortunately for Mary she was just a subject 1, she had no time for relaxing or enjoying her emptiness. She got quickly reminded where she was. P-33: "so as our rules suggest, now we have to fill you up with 5litres, let's see how your weak human body handles that" ---------- So I hope you enjoyed my first fictional story here ☺️ I desperately wanted to share it 😆 So the next story, should it be about Mary's demise with the 5litres or should we capture a subject nr 2? (for anyone interested in my hold, no I didn't make it to the end ✨)
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  7. View File Live Action Wettings 2: Reaching a Breaking Point The theme of this file are wettings resulted from either full bladders or tickling going too far. 1: Detective Story (2007) 2: Hold It! 3: Terrifying High School Girls Classroom: Lynch Law Wetting (1973) 4: City Hall - Episode 6 5: Sympathy for Mr. Vengeance (2002) 6: Seifuku Niku Dorei (1985) 7: The Cement Garden (1993) 8: 9: Secretary (2002) 10: Demon Covered in Scars (2017) Submitter Vbucks Submitted 07/01/2024 Category Female  
  8. Chapter 1: This can't be real "Ashley, did you remember to pack the camera for your sister?" Steve yelled while adding things to their car for their road trip. "Got it!" Ashley called back, lugging a heavy suitcase towards the car. She had packed meticulously, ensuring they had everything they needed for their week-long getaway. As she approached the car, she noticed Steve struggling with a large cooler. "Let me help you with that," she said, setting down the suitcase and moving to assist him. Together, they managed to load the cooler into the trunk, making space for the rest of their luggage. "Thanks, Ash," Steve said, wiping sweat from his brow. "I don't know what I'd do without you." Ashley smiled, feeling a warm sense of contentment. She loved moments like these, simple and mundane yet filled with a sense of togetherness. As they finished loading the car, Ashley glanced at the time. "We should get going if we want to make it to Sarah's before dark," she said, referring to her sister. "She's expecting us to drop off the camera today." Steve nodded, closing the trunk. "Let's hit the road, then. I can't wait to get to the cabin and relax." With everything packed and ready, they climbed into the car, the engine roaring to life as Steve turned the key. As they drove off, the sun shining brightly overhead, Ashley couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. It was their 4th year anniversary of dating each other. She was confident he was going to propose while out at the cabin. As they left the city, traffic grew heavier, and Steve, always the impatient one, decided to take a detour through the backroads to avoid the congestion. The scenic route wound through the mountains, offering breathtaking views of the rugged landscape. "Steve, do you know where we are going? We've never gone this way before to visit my sister." Ashley asked concerned they were going to be late. "Don't worry about it; the road has to connect at some point," he said nonchalantly. "If you say so," she replied, pulling out her phone. "Hey Sarah, we're going to be late. Steve is taking a new road this time. He's being his "adorable" self and refusing to listen to the GPS or his navigator, lol," Ashley texted her sister. Hours had gone by at this point, as they ascended higher into the mountains, their cell signal began to fade, eventually disappearing altogether. "I think we should turn back Steve," Ashley told him, concerned they might have gone too far without cell service. It's already been an hour since the last time she could do anything on her phone. Despite Ashley's protests, Steve assured her that they would soon find their way back to civilization. However, his optimism dwindled as the sun began to set, casting long shadows over the desolate road. With no cell service and no GPS to guide them. Steve admitted defeat. "Okay, maybe you're right. I'll stop at the next gas station or something and ask for directions." "Or, you know we could turn around?" "How? This road isn't wide enough for me to do that." They continued down the desolate road in silence; their nerves grew with each passing minute without an opportunity to turn back around. The fading light of dusk painted the landscape in eerie shadows, heightening their sense of isolation. Suddenly, with a sputter, their car lurched to a halt, billowing smoke from beneath the hood. Steve's heart sank as he stared at the dashboard, hoping for some sign of life from the engine. Only to see the check engine light and the red lining of the temperature gauge. The silence that followed was deafening. Ashley unbuckled her seatbelt and stepped out of the car, stretching her legs and taking in their surroundings. She let out a frustrated sigh, her fingers tapping anxiously on her phone, now displaying a bleak "No Service" message. "We should start walking," Steve said, forcing confidence into his voice as he opened the car door and stepped out onto the gravel shoulder. "Maybe there's a gas station or a house nearby where we can ask for help." Ashley nodded, though her eyes betrayed her growing unease. They began to walk up the road, the fading light casting long shadows ahead of them. The air was thick with the scent of pine trees and the distant hum of crickets. After what felt like an eternity, they came across an old, abandoned house nestled among the trees. The windows were boarded up, and the front porch sagged under the weight of neglect. Moss and leaflitter had overcome the roof nearly entirely. Ivy stretched up one side of the house threatening to overtake the decrepit structure. Steve hesitated, looking at the house and the setting sun, a sense of foreboding settling over him like a shroud. "We should keep going," he suggested, his voice tight with unease. Ashley hesitated an urgency in her bladder demanding her attention. "I have to go," she whispered, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "And it's getting dark. We'll just go in, use the bathroom, and leave." Reluctantly, Steve nodded, his stomach churning with apprehension as they approached the crumbling porch. Couldn't she just go by a bush? The door creaked open with a rusty groan, revealing a dimly lit interior choked with dust and cobwebs. As they stepped inside, a chill wind whispered through the empty rooms, sending shivers down their spines. Suddenly, the door behind them slammed shut. WHAM Ashley and Steve both jumped at the loud noise, turning to see the door closed. Steve nervously scanned the dimly lit interior, his hand instinctively reaching for Ashley's. "Must've been some strong wind," he muttered, trying to rationalize the sudden slamming of the door. Ashley nodded, her heart pounding in her chest as she tried to suppress the rising panic. "Yeah, let's just find the bathroom and get out of here," she agreed, her voice trembling slightly. Standing in the hallway, their senses were on high alert, every creak and groan of the old house setting their nerves on edge. Ashley was about to take another step down the hallway when a sudden movement caught her eye. Turning towards the source of the disturbance, she froze in terror as a figure emerged from the shadows—a grotesque, life-sized mannequin with hollow eyes and a frozen smile. "Welcome, little ones," it cooed, its voice like nails on a chalkboard. "It's time to play!" Steve and Ashley's hearts pounded in their chests as the figure began charging towards them frantically. Waving its arms about wildly. They froze on the spot, their minds unable to comprehend the surreal situation unfolding before them. Closing their eyes, they braced themselves for the inevitable. Suddenly, the mannequin's voice softened, sending a chill down their spines. "Uh-oh, looks like someone snuck their way out of the playroom," it said, its tone almost playful. "You two should know better. You wouldn't want to get in trouble, now would we?" Its smile widened to an unnatural length. Confused, Steve and Ashley cautiously opened their eyes. To their astonishment, the mannequin now loomed large before them, towering over them like a giant. Its appearance had changed. It was no longer grotesque. Instead, it looked more like a middle-aged woman from the 60s. But it wasn't just her; the entire house had transformed, everything around them appearing larger than life. They were no longer their adult selves but had shrunk down to the size of toddlers, surrounded by oversized furniture and toys. Steve and Ashley blinked in disbelief, trying to make sense of their surreal surroundings. They realized that the abandoned house had undergone a dramatic transformation. What was once a decrepit, abandoned building now appeared pristine and inviting, as if frozen in time from its heyday as a bustling daycare center. The walls were painted in bright, cheerful colors and adorned with whimsical murals of smiling animals and playful children. Sunshine streamed in through large windows, casting warm, golden rays across the room, nothing like the outside they had just come from. Toys were neatly arranged in colorful bins, and child-sized furniture dotted the space. There was a cubby system across from the stairs in front of them, where kids hung their coats and placed their shoes. But despite the seemingly idyllic atmosphere, a sense of unease lingered in the air. The silence that filled the room was heavy with the weight of the unknown, and a creeping sense of dread clawed at the edges of their consciousness. "What... what's happening?" Ashley whispered, her voice barely above a breath as she clung to Steve's hand, her eyes wide with fear. Steve shook his head, his mind reeling with disbelief. "I-I don't know," he admitted, his voice tinged with uncertainty and fear."This can't be real." The mannequin chuckled, its voice echoing through the room. "Oh, but it is my dears," it said, its eyes gleaming with an eerie light as its face switched in and out from the pristine woman to its grotesque state. "You're here to play, just like all the other little ones who came before you." As the realization of their predicament sank in, Ashley and Steve exchanged a terrified glance, their hearts pounding in their chests. They turned towards the door, desperate to escape, but to their horror, they found that the once easily reachable doorknob was now far beyond their grasp, towering above them like a monument to their helplessness. "We need to get out of here," Ashley cried, her voice tinged with panic as she tugged futilely at the door. "This can't be happening." Steve's mind raced, trying to make sense of their surreal situation. "There's no way out," his voice trembling with fear as he scanned the room for an escape route. The mannequin's voice cut through the air, sending a chill down their spines. "I'm afraid leaving is not an option, my dears," it said, its tone eerily calm. "You see, you're here to play, and play you shall." Steve and Ashley turned towards the mannequin, their eyes wide with fear and their backs pressed up against the door. It approached them, its towering figure casting a long shadow over them. Ashley's heart sank as she felt a warm trickle down her leg, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she realized she was wetting her pants in fear. The mannequin chuckled, its voice echoing through the room. "Looks like someone had an accident," it said, its eyes gleaming with an unsettling light. "No matter, we'll get you cleaned up in no time." With a swift motion, the mannequin scooped up Steve and Ashley in its enormous arms, carrying them away from the door and up the stairs into the daycare. Steve and Ashley struggled against its grip, but it was no use. They were at the mercy of the supernatural force that held them captive. As they were carried through the daycare, they passed by a room with empty cribs and playpens, their surroundings a surreal mix of childhood innocence and eerie abandonment. The mannequin brought them to a brightly lit room filled with changing tables and stacks of diapers, a hint to their new reality. "Now, now, little ones," the mannequin cooed, placing them on the changing tables. "Let's get you cleaned up and ready for playtime." Steve and Ashley exchanged a terrified glance, their minds reeling with fear and confusion. How had they ended up in this nightmare? And more importantly, was there a way out?
  9. Hello everyone I had an idea for an interactive fic staring the women of the MCU, characters and actors alike. The basic premise of the story is this the characters and actors periodically swap minds at random, and they only swap back when they wet themselves. So for example if Peggy Carter switched with Hayley Atwell the only way for them to switch back is if either Peggy had an accident in Hayley's body or if Hayley had an accident in Peggy's body. Now my first question is. Which way would you want to see this play out? A. The actor's mind in the character's body B. The character's mind in the actor's body C. Switch back and forth between A and B. (note if you choose this option tell me which one you want to start with either A or B) My second question is. Which character/actor pairing would you like? A. Kate Bishop (Hawkeye)/ Hailee Steinfeld B. Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow)/ Scarlett Johansson C. Daisy Johnson (Quake)/ Chloe Bennet Now my plan is to write the next segment after I either get 5 answers or after 48 hours, whichever comes first, and depending on how many answers I get the number for answers might increase. Also every so often I may ask about choosing another character/actor pairing or staying with the current pairing. Hope you enjoy. If you would like to see some of my writing check out the RP section.
  10. Chapter One Desperation in the Sky “Okay, first we gotta get through- OW!” Sokka’s sentence was interrupted by a rock being thrown at his head. He looked behind his shoulder and frowned. Aang and Toph were snickering, and Katara looked like she was trying to contain her laughter. “Okay, who did that? I’m not mad, just disappointed.” “It was me.” Toph said with a giggle. “I’LL GET YOU, YOU LITTLE—” Sokka started crawling to the other side of Appa, only to be interrupted by Katara, who created a wall of water to prevent him from moving further. “Grah! Whatever!” He begrudgingly retreated, resuming his position by the map. The rest of the gang’s laughter echoed in the sky. Katara bent the water back into her pouch. The group of friends were travelling to the Fire Nation capital on the back of Appa the sky bison. With her laughter coming to an end, Katara noticed something. She had to use the bathroom. Pretty badly, actually. She decided to raise her need. “Sokka, I need to use the bathroom. Let’s bring Appa down.” When they first started their journey, she felt weird about peeing outside, but she quickly got over it, as there were often no toilets on the way to the Northern Water Tribe— or on the way to Ba Sing Se and Capital City, for that matter. “Uh, yeah, no.” Sokka retorted. “What!? Why not!?” “We’re on a tight schedule, remember? Two potty breaks a day. We’ve already taken both.” “Ugh, do you have to call them ‘potty breaks’? We’re not five. Anyways, I didn’t go at the last one.” “Well, you should’ve peed when we were there last; it was only half an hour ago!” “I didn’t have to go then! And I drank a bunch of water from the spring!” Sokka rolled his eyes. “If you really need to go, you can just go off the side of Appa.” “Absolutely not!” Aang and Katara both shouted in unison. “Why not?” “She’d get it all over Appa!” Aang argued. “Not to mention, I’m a girl.” “What does that have to do with it?” Sokka questioned. “It means I have a 50-50 chance of falling off if I try to go off Appa.” “I like those odds!” Toph added unhelpfully. Katara rolled her eyes. “Besides, at least I have trees when we’re down there. There’s nothing to cover me up. Everyone would see my… everything. Well, except for Toph.” “I would still hear it.” Katara blushed. “All the more reason to stop.” Sokka groaned. “Well, you’ll just have to hold it. You said it yourself, you're not five.” Katara glared at him. “GAH! YOU ARE SUCH AN IDIOT, Y’KNOW THAT!?” “So you keep telling me, but I’m the one who’s going to get us to the capital before the eclipse.” She growled and stopped talking, beginning to shift her weight around. “Hey, Katara!” Toph called. “You can make it!” “Thank you, To-” “Just think about your bending. Imagine you’re down by a river, practising with Aang.” Katara’s bladder panged. “And there’s a massive waterfall nearby pouring endless droplets—” “Okay, that’s enough, Toph!” “You know, when you're in the water, you don't have to get out to—” Toph was interrupted by a large clump of water falling on her. “I said that's enough, Toph.” Toph looked like she was about to add something, but decided to stop reluctantly. The things she said caused Katara’s desperation to speed up significantly. She tried to ignore the images Toph had put in her head, but her head was now full of pictures of waterfalls and rivers. As she crossed her legs together, Aang looked at her sympathetically. He wanted to say something but decided to leave her to her own devices. Katara ground her teeth. She was dumbfounded at how she had allowed herself to get so desperate. Sure, she didn't have to go at the spring, but she still should've tried after all she had to drink. Toph had a regretful look on her face. “Hey, Katara?” Katara looked up. “Sorry for making fun of you. It wasn't that funny.” Katara smiled. “It's okay. I guess the whole situation is pretty funny.” “I agree!” Sokka stated. “Wasn't asking you, lemur breath.” Katara said coldly. Momo chattered angrily. “Sorry, Momo, that was an insult to your breath.” Sokka grumbled something unintelligible. Katara continued holding, mostly in silence, for the next half-hour. The time went by slowly because there was little to do thousands of feet in the air. Usually, she would just make random shapes with her bending water to pass the time, but that wasn’t an option in her current situation. Slowly, her desperation became more intense, eventually resulting in a leak. She let out an involuntary whimper, causing her teammates to look at her. “Ugh… I’m… I’m sorry, Aang!” She climbed out of Appa's saddle onto the edge of his back. “Katara!?” Aang looked at her, shocked. “Look away, please!” Katara requested. Sokka complied, but Aang and Toph didn’t. “What, no, I—” Aang saw Katara reaching under her dress. He looked away with a blush. “Just… please don’t get any on him, please.” Appa grunted. Katara pulled her panties down to her knees and looked up at the saddle. While Aang and Sokka looked away, Toph had her head towards her, looking bored.”Toph, look away, please!” “I’m not ‘looking’ at anything.” She felt another leak roll down her legs, as she no longer had anything to catch it. She was desperate to let go, but “Please, just do it, Toph!” Toph rolled her eyes and turned her head to the side. With that, Katara pulled her dress up and went into a half-squat, careful not to fall off. She took a deep breath and let go… or at least, she tried. She awkwardly stood for a few seconds, trying to let go to no avail. “And here I am thinking I got over my pee shyness.” She thought. “Hey, are you done yet?” Toph asked. “You pee quieter than I thought you would.” Katara blushed. “I can’t go. Can you all cover your ears? Especially you, Toph?” The rest of the gang covered their ears, Toph looking even more annoyed. After a few seconds, she gasped and began to pee. The yellow liquid fell down to the surface below, missing Appa by a hair. She let out a big sigh, feeling her bladder deflate. However, as she did, she lost focus on her footing and slipped off with a yelp. Toph’s eyes widened. The two boys didn’t see or hear Katara falling off, but Toph felt the weight being removed from Appa. She tugged on Aang’s shoulder. “Aang, Katara is falling!” Aang removed his hands from his ears and quickly ran over to the saddle's edge, looking over the edge. “Oh no!” He assumed a basic air-bending stance and pulled Katara back up. “Nice save, man!” Sokka, who had noticed the commotion, said. “That could’ve ended really baaaaaadl—” His voice trailed off as Katara came into view. Her panties had fallen down to the surface below, though luckily, her dress had fallen back into place. The problem was, however, that she had never stopped peeing. The front of her dress was stained, turning it a darker shade of red. There were trails of urine running down her legs, falling to the surface below. Katara was crying, unable to contain her embarrassment. When she finished, Aang sat her down on Appa’s saddle. “Are you alright?” Aang asked softly. “Y-yeah, I’ll be fine.” Katara said, voice shaking. “Do you want us to land Appa so you can change?” Katara thought for a moment before nodding her head no. “I can just do this.” She raised her hands, and the pee came off of her legs and clothing and formed a yellow ball. Katara blushed furiously at the fact that she had to do that, but it was better than staying in wet clothes. “Well, at least you learned a valuable lesson!” Sokka said, going back to Appa’s reins. “What!?” Katara said, so angry she nearly dropped her “water”. “Now you know to go when there’s a break!” Katara’s face turned red, this time not from embarrassment, but from anger. Then, a sinister smile formed on her face. She took aim at the back of Sokka’s head and threw the liquid. Needless to say, Sokka was suddenly okay with taking another break. Beta read @Golden Guard
  11. “While the system is flushing I’ll take a look at that static you’ve been experiencing in your voice-box, I’ve got a feeling it’s a loose wire… there we go. If you need anything, use the keyboard, since you won’t be able to speak until I put this back in. All good? I’ll be back in a few, there’s dream chips in the drawer second on the left if you get bored.” Unit 87-441, “Pinks” because of something that its first human master had said about a board game and Unit 87-441 didn’t fully understand but seemed to make its master happy, blinked affirmative. It used its internal sensors to feel the now-empty space in its neck, where its faulty voice box had until a few seconds ago been sitting. Really, if it weren’t for that, it wouldn’t even have come in to the shop today, but the static had become so bad it hadn’t even been able to answer its current master the last two days, and the poor dear had insisted it come to a doctor-- had driven it on the back of their hover-cycle themselves. Unit 87-441’s nerve-wires sparked. It had a good master, this time. It was grateful. This was even a nicer shop than it normally went to, better-lit and better-stocked. The fluid pump was a new model-- cleaning solvent forced through a complicated series of tubes that Unit 87-441 tracked in loops across the wall, finally extending to the sterile filter that ported the liquid into Unit 87-441’s own body. Despite the abundance of coils-- Unit 87-441 lifted the tube coming out of its right arm slightly, careful not to dislodge it-- the flow rate remarkably fast; it was used to having to sit in the pump chair for hours, while at this rate it predicted it would only have to wait a total of thirty minutes before it could be emptied and re-oiled. What a marvel! It would have to thank its master thoroughly when it got back home. <I am very comfortable, thank you.> It typed on the keyboard, but did not hit send. Nobody liked a chatty bot; humans appreciated gratitude, as long as it did not inconvenience them. It would send the message at the end of the visit. The pumps on the wall groaned, and Unit 87-441 looked up, face-plate displaying confusion. The rate was already quick-- was it speeding up again? It seemed so. Now instead of a gentle ebb, the fluid felt more like a cold rush over the inside of its limbs and joints, with little time to warm on its trip through its body before it collected in the waste tank in its abdomen. Well, it would be efficient, Unit 87-441 reasoned, and depressed its alarm sensors to accept the new sensation. Less time in the chair indeed! It hoped this doctor realized it was an older model, and wasn’t necessarily used to this new-fangled pump system, but (it clicked down its nerves again) of course, it would all be just fine. The pumps groaned again. How fast could they possibly go? Now its right arm was was quite cold, and tickled, with the force of the fluid flowing into it; the back of its neck and its upper back tingled with the chill as well. Its left arm, left leg, and abdomen, on the other hand-- ah! One of its masters had enjoyed puns-- were almost overheating, with how hard they were working to encompass the volume. Unit 87-441 ticked up its circulation ability and again ticked down its internal sensation. Still, the waste-liquid holding tank was becoming noticeably heavy; a usual effect of system flushing, of course, and one Unit 87-441 was used to bearing. It reminded itself of this. It clicked down its internal sensors. <Quite comfortable.> it typed on the keyboard, and did not hit send. The holding tank sent its first warning, the inside of Unit 87-441’s helmet blaring red. It was-- normal-- for system flushing. It just simply did not usually happen until the last quarter hour. Perhaps a dream chip would help Unit 87-441 have better control. Surely this was simply an overreaction to being in a new situation. It reached for the drawer-- and paused, its system sending a 0.5-second A-O-M, Automatic-Override-of-Motion, as the liquid within its holding tank splashed the entry valve near the top. Helmet blaring red again, Unit 87-441 slowly eased back to the seat, now sitting completely upright. Its nerve wires were too dampened to spark in embarrassment this time, but it could feel the psycho-effective burn as it erased the first two messages and typed out: <Pardon me, Doctor, one moment, please?> One of its legs twitched as the knee joint briefly overheated and was cooled; the liquid in its tank hit the top valve again, and Unit 87-441’s throat worked around the absent voice-box as its helmet went off. It lowered its sensors to near-numb. If it made a mess on this beautiful, upscale shop floor, after its master had been so nice, it would be decommissioned for sure…! The thought made its wires tremble. Unfortunately, any trembling right now meant that the delicate meniscus on top of its waste tank would break, and a slosh of water not only hit the valve of the tank this time, but actually broke through, going back up into the tube. The sensation was not unlike when its master put their fingers inside Unit 87-441’s body, for maintenance; but unlike then, this was much more shameful. Helmet flashing a constant critical failure now, Unit 87-441 in desperation slammed all sensors down to zero, a dangerous gamble that it had previously only tried when wounded. The complete blankness that followed was such a relief that it tried to moan for several seconds before remembered it could not, and typed out another message. <Doctor, good afternoon, I have an issue that might be of interest to you?> The pump hydraulics hissed, and Unit 87-441 looked at them. The A-O-M this time was complete, and did not let up. A blue line had begun to stream into the fluid near the source, tinging the solvent a bright neon color by the time it was a metre down the tubes. Unit 87-441 recognized it as Electro-Neuro-wash, a perfectly normal part of this procedure-- and one it had, it realized, forgotten to consider. The moment it reached its system, it would strip away all of the blockers attached to Unit 87-441’s bionic nerves, and every feeling it had been suppressing would be felt, until the E-N-wash was out, in full force. It could not even move to type a plea for help. They say that what’s new is built for beauty, while what’s old is built to last. While there are arguments about whether or not this is true, the adage holds up for our Unit 87-441. Instead of rupturing-- as your Units 2000-552 or 2222-990 might-- or popping off the internal hose-- as in your Units 600-5551 or 611-5550-- Unit 87-441’s system did a very practical thing with the sudden influx of sensory and volumetric information: it surrendered. The tap for the waste tank popped open merrily, spraying litres and litres of cleaning fluid from Unit 87-441’s tank just as it was meant to, though tragically without a basin or drain to catch it in. Inside, a secondary emergency nozzle (and if you’re buying, you should know not all of them have one of those, nowadays) discreetly opened as well, emptying into a bag inside Unit 87-441’s right leg-- which also quickly filled up, and so was drained similarly through the bottom of its heel. A most efficient system, one which is to be greatly admired, and useful on long trips between spaceports, but-- it must be said-- not an instantaneous one. With the E-N-wash still coursing through it, Unit 87-441’s helmet flashed through colors spectroscopic and ultraviolet, locked in mechanical rictus as its emptying tank gushed forth again, and again, and again, until at last the blue was out of its system and the pumps squeaked to a stop. Then-- trembling as its joints unlocked one by one with heavy thuds-- it stumbled to its feet, felt around to detach the filter-plug, and-- noticing the doctor hadn’t returned yet-- looked around for a mop. --- “How did my Pinks do? Don’t put that name in as permanent, by the way. I’m thinking of changing it.” “Very good-- and very well. It lasted longer than I expected, and remained polite even at the end. Will that be card or credit?” “Card, Doctor. Thank you. When can I expect it back?” “We can walk you back right now if you’d like, though a secondary treatment immediately after the first often provides more lasting results….”
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    A little something while I work on Live Action Wettings 2 1: Mushoku Tensei: Jobless Reincarnation Season 2 Part 1 - Episode 7 2: Mushoku Tensei: Jobless Reincarnation Season 2 Part 2 - Episode 8 - 9
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    This is my new favourite diaper video, I'm pretty sure I found it here and it had already been uploaded but I edited the two videos together into the one and converted them to mp4. We start seeing a British girl in the car not wanting to get out in the rain and saying that the rain makes her want to wee and telling us that she is about to wee with her diaper showing. After she wets she flashes her wet diaper out the window and plays with it before changing and then she shakes her old diaper on the street to show people around her.
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  15. View File Cheeky British Blonde Girl Wets Diaper In Car This is my new favourite diaper video, I'm pretty sure I found it here and it had already been uploaded but I edited the two videos together into the one and converted them to mp4. We start seeing a British girl in the car not wanting to get out in the rain and saying that the rain makes her want to wee and telling us that she is about to wee with her diaper showing. After she wets she flashes her wet diaper out the window and plays with it before changing and then she shakes her old diaper on the street to show people around her. Submitter LeakyLavender Submitted 06/09/2024 Category Female  
  16. I've had this fantasy in my head for a long time. Excited to finally attempt to bring it into reality! Hope you enjoy 😉 - Milo Four Desperate Passengers, and a Fern by Milo Snatch Chapter 1 April really did not plan this well. She was sitting on her boyfriend’s lap, squeezed between boxes and bins of their things piled to the roof in the backseat of his college roommate’s Subaru. “Fuck!” The former roommate, Nova, yelled, laying hard on the horn, their blue and purple cropped sparkly hair whirling in frustration and a flush rising across pale, freckled cheeks, their black band t-shirt and grey sweats clinging to their skin on the hot LA summer day. Even their feet were sweating in their black sneakers. “Love,” said a deep, soft voice from the front passenger seat, “They all heard you the first, second, fifth time. This isn’t making the traffic move any faster.” “Yeah, yeah, I know babe” Nova sighed, leaning their head back and resting a hand on Milo’s thick bare thigh. His choice in dark green shorts and a white and green patterned button down shirt and comfortable sandals was enviable in the heat. “Makes me feel better for a bit, though.” “That makes one of us. Hey—“ Milo turned around, adjusting the large potted fern between his thighs and peering back at the pair stacked in the backseat, his warm brown eyes under loose black curls meeting April’s gaze, a hint of dark facial hair adoring his upper lip and side burns. “Do either of you see my bag back there? I have some earplugs that would be really handy right about now.” April did, in fact, see Milo’s bag, slumped unceremoniously behind his seat in the floorboard. “Uh, yeah, I see it,” she said, and paused, clenching her fists. “….could you hand it to me?” Milo asked, confusion washing across his face as he noticed April’s tense demeanor. “I can’t,” came a muffled sound from behind her, and half of Harper’s clean shaven, tanned face appeared around April’s shoulder. His blue eyed expression had his usual goofy grin on it underneath long sea salt covered dirty blond hair. A true lean Californian surfer boy in khaki shorts, blue tank top and flip flops. “Little stuck back here.” “Hardy har. Or should I say, Harpy har,” Milo chuckled at his own joke. Nova groaned in response which only made Milo giggle harder. “I can, yeah, I can get your bag,” April finally responded. She steeled her jaw and began bending over at the waist, her and Harper’s shared seatbelt digging into her lower abdomen along with the waist of her tight dark jean shorts. Her chest and belly stretched the fabric of her light purple t-shirt from a local LGBTQ charity event she’d volunteered at, and Harper couldn’t help but admire his gorgeous girlfriend from such a tantalizing angle, her buzzed brunette hair and long gold chain earrings glinting in the summer sunlight, juicy thighs spilling over his lap. Whimpering softly, she extended her hand past her grey sneakers and grasped for the bag, missing it the first two times and, huffing, made one final lunge, grabbing a handful of the tan canvas fabric. She froze in place, a look of horror on her face. “Whoa, April, you ok??” Milo asked, concerned, still twisted around in his seat. “You don’t look so good.” “I—“ she began softly, looking down as she slowly righted herself, a deep pink blush rising from her chest to her forehead. She held the bag out to Milo without looking up, and mumbled something so softly no one could hear the words over the cacophony of random car horns chorusing around them. “Sorry?” Milo asked. “I HAVE TO PEE!” April bellowed, finally looking up to meet Milo’s surprised gaze. She felt Harper stiffen beneath her. “I’ve had to pee since we left but I thought it’d be a short drive and we’re already behind schedule and you both have been so nice I didn’t want to waste more time, but then we hit traffic and then it got worse, and we three—“ she gestured to herself, Harper and Milo”—had all those terrible IPAs while we were packing, and when I reached for your bag a little came out and now I’m about to piss on my boyfriend in the back seat of a someone’s car who I just met today and I’m… so…. SORRY!!” she wailed, tossing the bag at Milo and covering her teary eyed face in her hands. The car fell silent, the only sounds being April crying quietly and the ever present heavy traffic noises outside. Harper wrapped his arms around April and hugged her tenderly, kissing the back of her neck. “Well, guess I’m not the only one then,” Nova said finally, laughing wryly and running a hand through their hair. April looked up, sniffling, her honey brown eyes meeting their green ones in the mirror. “Look, I know we just met, but things happen,” Nova continued, expression softening. “If you need to piss in my car then you need to piss in my car. It’s not ideal, but also, you know, crying and being in pain isn’t ideal either. Worse, really.” Nova moved one hand down over their sweatpants and grabbed themself firmly, wiggling in their seat. They looked over to Milo and said “Sorry I’ve been such a pain with the horn. I’ve had to piss so bad and sitting here isn’t making it any easier. Thanks to April’s honestly at least I can hold myself now, shit.” They scrunched up their forehead in concentration and stared ahead, rocking gently in their seat. Milo reached over and rubbed Nova’s arm gently. “Spiro?” He asked, dryly. “The one and only. Bitch,” Nova huffed, squeezing themself tighter. “If I may,” Harper’s muffled voice spoke up from the back. “My camping gear is in one of these boxes. I’m pretty sure my bear canister is in there and it’s 5 liters. Could be a useful solution?” He gently squeezed April’s shoulders in encouragement. “Also? I’m gonna need to pee soon as well. Damn IPAs.” “Make that four of us, then,” Milo sighed from the front seat, tensing his thighs as far together as he could given the fern between them. “Also, what’s a bear canister?” “Large heavy-duty plastic container to seal food and toiletries and anything a bear would want to eat inside while you’re backpacking,” Harper replied happily. “And waterproof. Which is helpful for us now, but in reverse!” April’s tears had slowed down and as she rubbed her face with the back of her hand she started giggling quietly, which quickly caught on with the other three as they all began laughing at how ridiculous their situation was. “How did we do this so badly?” Nova cackled, grimacing as laughter jostled their bladder. “Four people desperate to pee, stuck in traffic for an hour and half, pinned in by the contents of an apartment with the best hope to fucking piss in a bear canister and hope no one around us looks over at the exact worst time.” Milo was giggling uncontrollably into the leaves of the fern, Harper and April collapsed together in the back, April’s hands now firmly gripping herself over her shorts to prevent more leaks as they all laughed and laughed. “Thanks, y’all,” April finally said with a sigh when they began calming down. “I’m still very embarrassed but feeling better I’m not alon—“ She gasped quickly and sat upright. Harper felt a small moment of warmth on his right thigh, and his dick twitched in response. He hated seeing his girl in pain and discomfort, but something about this situation was turning him on. Focus, dude, he thought, Not the time! But he couldn’t help feeling pinned down in the most delicious way, stuck between two piles of boxes and his writhing girlfriend on his lap, gasping and moaning with the fear of letting go all over him, warmth seeping into his shorts and the cushion below. He shook his head quickly and rubbed her back. “Ok, time to find that canister,” he said, looking around at the box labels. April just whimpered in response and held herself as tight as she could. Milo and Harper quickly stopped laughing, looks of concern on their faces at their new friend’s predicament, the air around the group sobering up just like the passengers with those IPAs long in the past. The reality of their situation was starting to creep in. If they didn’t find a viable option soon things were about to get very wet. “Ah ha!” Harper said, pointing to the second box down on his right side with the word GEAR written on it. “There’s my camping supplies. Ok, how to get it out….?” April turned her head and started calculating how this was going to go. Her face paled. “I’m going to have to move these boxes around, aren’t I,” she said quietly. “Are there no other options? Any water bottles available? I’ll take anything!” “No, none of us brought any water or drinks,” Milo said sadly. “Could you hop out and move them maybe?” April asked him, but Nova was already shaking their head and answered, “Nope, this traffic is too touch and go and I’m in the left most lane, we can’t be sure if we’d stay still long enough to sort through your stuff without causing more of a ruckus. I don’t want to deal with angry drivers as four queer people today, especially with two of us being trans. Even in LA.” “Yeah, you’re right,” April agreed, and groaned as she felt how heavy her bladder was pressing downward. “Ok! I can do this. I have to do this. Harp? You need to hold me while I’m looking otherwise I’m going to go, I’m so close.” Harper quickly assisted, moving his hands over hers and pressing into her vulva. She moved her hands away and turned quickly to pick up the first box on her right. As she exerted herself, though, another spurt found its way out of her, warming Harper’s hand. “No!” April gasped, “Baby, you gotta hold me harder, zip down my shorts! Now!” He quickly did as he was told, unbuttoning the jean shorts pulled tight against her extended abdomen and zipping her luscious belly free. Another stream escaped just as Harper pressed his fingers to the outside of her black underwear, shivering slightly at how warm and wet it felt as her hot pee ran over his fingers. His dick was definitely getting hard now. He hoped she wouldn’t notice. April was mortified… and horny as fuck. She could feel Harp’s fingers pressed to her pussy lips, just below her throbbing clit, and it felt electric to realize how little control she had over her body right now, how wrong it felt to piss on her lover’s hand, and how much she’d actually love nothing more than to let go and flood her clothes and his lap. But this wasn’t her car and she didn’t want to impose any more on Nova and Milo after all they had done to help them move. So she braced herself and picked up the top box once again, saying “Milo, can you hold this please?” and handed it to him. He twisted around and looked like he was concentrating hard to grab the box with his legs wide open. “Yep, no problem,” he said with a strained voice. “I’m hurrying!” April said and quickly moved back and ripped open the top of the camping gear box. Thank god we didn’t use tape, she thought as she rifled through the contents and found what she was looking for: A large 5L heavy blue plastic cylinder with a wide mouth covered by a flat twist lid. “Got it!” The others cheered as she closed the gear box up and received the other one back from Milo to toss on top. She almost didn’t care that she leaked again, the longer spurt spilling over Harper’s fingers and soaking through to her boyfriend’s khaki shorts below, because she was about to finally let it all go. “Alright, Harp, let’s trade,” she said quickly, moving her hands to her sopping wet crotch. As Harper’s hands left her pussy, though, a strong jet of pee shot out of her tired body before she could place her own hands there, spurting through her clenched fingers and pooling in his lap. “NO!” She moaned, trying to stop the flow. “Masturbate!” Milo commanded suddenly, eyes wide as he watched the piss flowing through April's fingers, unabashed in his gaze. They were all well past being embarrassed in this intimate space together, unified in their shared desperation. “It’ll help you hold!” “Don’t mind if I do,” Nova moaned from the driver’s seat and they started rhythmically rubbing the firm mound between their legs. April quickly started swirling her middle finger over her clit, a thin layer of soaked underwear the only thing between them, as more liquid thundered its way out of her. “Hearing her piss is making this so much harder for me to stay dry.” “It’s working!” April gasped as her stream finally slowed and stopped. “How did you know it would?” Nova and Milo exchanged wry, knowing grimaces. “I hold often out in public,” Milo finally said, “Especially if I forget my piss dick at home. Not being able to stand to pee in men’s bathrooms makes me feel really exposed, I don’t always present as cis and someone could get suspicious of me in a stall.” He watched April’s head tilt back and a flush flood her face that had nothing to do with embarrassment. He tried squeezing his legs together again and groaned in frustration at the potted plant between them that was preventing him relief. His hand found its way down to his dick and he started palming himself, slowly, over his shorts. “I, uh, am also into piss play, so desperation is often my goal.” “I can see why,” April sighed happily, continuing to swirl her finger around and around her clit. She felt full and about to burst again but touching herself was keeping it at bay. “Sorry about the mess, Harp.” “Don’t you dare say sorry,” Harper growled from beneath her, grinding his stiff cock into her ass, one hand slick with her fluids holding on to the empty bear canister. April gasped in delight. “This is so hot, holy fuck.” His lap was sopping wet from April’s shower, it had flooded over and run down the outside of his thighs into the seat below. He felt so degraded to be pissed on, helpless, not able to move out of the way. He wanted more. The invisible wall they hadn’t realized they were approaching was finally upon them. Two couples, writhing in desperation together in a car, were touching and grinding and moaning in a growing wave of passion and pleasure. They could either stop now and just focus on relieving themselves and laugh about it as platonic friends later, or they could all push through the wall and see where the path led to on the other side. Everyone’s heart was racing at the possibilities before them. Nova and Milo locked eyes and grinned wildly, and April turned her head to witness the lust in Harper’s piercing blue eyes. “You ok with where this is going?” Harper whispered, and April nodded YES vigorously. “You?” She responded breathlessly as she continued to stroke herself, the soft sopping sound audible to everyone in the car. In answer, Harper raised his voice and said “Nova, Milo… wanna get freaky?” “I thought you’d never ask, hon,” Nova said with a wicked grin, putting the car in park and feeling grateful the traffic was stopped for now, their pace increasing as they touched themself and Milo moaned in agreement, sticking his hand down his shorts and underwear to stroke his dick directly with two fingers, one on either side, and let a thin trickle of pee escape and soak into his dry—for now—boxers.
  17. It’s only a sketch for now, but this is my first ever abdl drawing
  18. Combination Locked Pants :O Trapped in Jeans Desperation and Pissing View File Combination locked zipper and belt buckle, so no chance of getting those things off! Submitter wetboy_eefin Submitted 06/01/2024 Category Transgender (FtM)  
  19. View File Bound in the woods wetting Tied up to a tree, gagged, and hooded! I actually broke a branch struggling in my desperation but the rope was tied in multiple places.... Submitter wetboy_eefin Submitted 06/01/2024 Category Transgender (FtM)  
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    Tied up to a tree, gagged, and hooded! I actually broke a branch struggling in my desperation but the rope was tied in multiple places....
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  21. This is based on Legacies Omorashi it was created by octavia and I pretty much just did a rewrite with a wet ending. (All characters are aged up to where Hope is 20 and Josie is 18). (This is an AU which is unlikely to follow canon) Characters that are included: Mainly Josie and Hope but there are small cameos in the beginning from Penelope and Lizzie. I hope you enjoy! Part 1 : Josie was thinking. She didn’t know how to feel about what Penelope, her girlfriend, had revealed to her. She was into omorashi. Josie thought it was perfectly normal to have a fetish but she was questioning whether she should try it or not. Penelope wouldn’t force her but she didn’t know if it was something she would enjoy. After a while, she decided it was worth a shot. She didn’t want to disappoint Penelope so she wanted to try to hold her pee alone to know how long she could last and what her limits were. The only problem was Lizzie. She hated Penelope and she would be so mad if she found out what her sister was doing just to please her. Josie had to wait for Lizzie to be away. The perfect moment arrived about 2 days later. Lizzie was going to be out of town for the day to see a new therapist with their dad. Josie had plenty of time. She woke up and decided it was better to have her morning pee so Lizzie wouldn’t be suspicious because she was fidgeting. She entered in the bathroom linked to hers and Lizzie's bedroom, knowing she was taking her last pee for hours. Afterwards she got dressed. She decided to wear light blue jeans and a neckline red t-shirt. “Wow Jo, you look cute today! Is it for Satan?” “No Lizzie, I’m gonna stay in my room and study today.” “If you say so... I gotta go, see you tonight sis!” And just like that she was gone. Josie went to the kitchen and had breakfast, pancakes and a huge glass of water. While she was leaving, she ran into Penelope. “Hey JoJo.” “Hey. How are you this morning ?” “Tired, want to hang out later to keep me awake?” “Sorry, I can’t. I really have to study but maybe tomorrow, okay?” “Hey, could you do something for me?” “What?” “Could you make Hope Mikaelson wet herself?” “Uh… sure but how would I do that?” “I already had someone slip some laxies into her drink when she was going out and I heard she was going to borrow some books from your room.” “Ok sure sounds good.” “Also uh could you record it? Just for personal pleasure and whatnot.” “Yea, sure I’ll put up some cameras.” “Ok I gotta go study in the meantime. See you tomorrow!” “Ok, see you JoJo.” Penelope kissed her and entered the kitchen. Josie couldn’t help but notice that her girlfriend was fidgeting a lot this morning and deep down she knew she probably had to pee which gave her motivation to achieve her project. To make Hope have an accident and record it. I wonder how that will coincide with the plan I already had? Maybe I could join her in the wetness to give Penelope a cool surprise? She went back to her room, set up a few cameras and opened a bottle of water. She drank it while watching V-Wars on her laptop. She hesitated but ultimately chose not to drink another one right away and whether or not she should embarrass Hope like that. It’ll just be for Penelope so it won’t spread around but still. Though she really wanted to please her girlfriend She had to go back to the kitchen for lunch and she didn’t want anyone to find out about what she was doing. After two episodes she felt a twinge in her bladder. She had to pee but it was far from urgent. An hour later, she was making a sandwich and taking it back to her room with other bottles of water. Her need had increased but it was still bearable. She went back to her tv show and tried not to think about peeing. There was an idea she had about how to get Hope to wet. She thought that locking the bathroom on a timer and putting the entrance to lock with a short incantation would work fine, but what to do about the windows? Ah yea let’s put a protective charm on them so they can’t be broken out of. She put the locking charm on the bathroom door for 5 hours and set a protective charm on it and the windows just in case. 3 hours and 4 bottles of water later, it was all she could think about. She was nearing her limits and she definitely couldn’t ignore her need anymore. She was crossing and uncrossing her legs repeatedly and feeling really tempted to start holding herself and her bladder felt really full. She was glad to be alone. She opened a book and tried to read it to change her mind but it was next to impossible. She almost lost control when a knock on her bedroom door surprised her. ‘Shes here!’ ”Josie? It’s Hope. Lizzie said I could stop by to borrow some of her books for the test on monday. Can you open the door?” “Yeah, sure. Just wait a minute.” Josie stood up for the first time in hours and she shoved her hands between her legs. Damn, it was worse than she thought. She slowly took her hands out of her crotch before she opened the door and Hope burst in wearing some blue jeans, tennis shoes, a gray jean jacket and a gray top she quickly looked around and Josie could swear she saw Hope wink in the direction of one of the cameras. ‘That’s odd.’ she thought. *whispers so Hope can’t hear “doorius lockius.” “Hi, it’ll just take a minute.” ‘Ok gotta stall.’ “Hey, how have you been?” “Oh.. heh I’ve b-been ok j-just been s-stressing about the test a b-bit.” “Ah yeah I have b-been as w-well, h-how’s your studying going?” “G-Going w-well enough I-I’m fairly c-confident about passing j-just wanted to do a bit of review.” The redhead started going through the books and Josie noticed that she was shifting from side to side and crossing her legs. Does she have to pee? Oh right of course she does! Josie herself kept her thighs pressed against each other. She was shaking but was trying to look casual. Suddenly Hope jumped on her feet, her hand in her crotch and looked at her. ‘Did she leak?’ “Can I please use your bathroom ? I was at the Mystic Grill with Landon and I had 3 milkshakes and a bottle of water but I didn’t go to the toilet before leaving or coming here. I thought I’d be okay but I swear I’m about to burst!” ”Yeah...s-sure...” ‘Little does she know that it’s locked and that we’re stuck in this room together.’ ”Thank you!” Hope ran to the bathroom door and shook the handle. “Uh, Josie? Why is your bathroom locked?” Josie came over and tried to open the door as well. “What the hell?” “Oh god I’m about to burst I’m at like a 95/100!!” “Yea, I know I’m almost at my limit as well I’m at 94/100!” __________________________________________________________________________________________________ *30 Minute Later They’ve been sitting in silence hoping for some sort of salvation to come when Hope finally spoke up. “Ugh we’ve been stuck in here for 30 minutes! I’m about to soak my pants! I’m gonna try to get to a different bathroom.” Hope proceeds to try to open the bedroom door and also fails and Josie notices a crab apple sized wet patch show up on Hope’s pants. Josie herself decided to take a look at her own and saw that she had a wet patch nearing the size of a regular apple that was about to grow. “Oh gosh, Hope I’m about to soak myself I got like 3 minutes!” “Yeah, Josie I can relate! I’m probably 2 minutes max from just being completely soaked!” “Heck! We’re definitely not going to make it! Do you just want to wet together?” “Yea, sure just anything to get relief already!” ‘Gosh she must be REALLY desperate if she’s that quick to agree. Hopefully this doesn’t get leaked somehow.’ “Ok, you ready?” “Yea.” “Ok, I’ll count down from 5.” “5…” Started relaxing. “4…” Hope takes off her shoes. “3…” “2…” They put their legs together. “1…” “0…” They closed their eyes and looked down. “Release.” And they sighed as they began to unleash their floods. Hope’s release was rapid and spontaneous as she started to pee her jeans. It spread from her crab apple sized wet patch to spreading across the top of her jeans and right below her back pockets and then started to slowly trail down her legs soaking down to her thighs in small little rivers, to her knees and finally to her ankles and starting to make a puddle on the floor. As she kept peeing the puddle kept growing and the small streams soon turned to one very large stain covering nearly the entirety of her pants in wetness. She was panting in relief the whole time and when she finished she was still panting. Josie’s release was a bit more shy and tense. It started with little spurts that wet her crotch and thighs a bit, then when she started to not be able to hold it, a tiny stream started to wet her jeans and when the relief took over all shyness left her as she started to fully release with a loud moan/squeal at how amazing it felt and the tiny stream turned into a roaring rapids that quickly soaked her thighs and jean pockets and started to trail down her legs in streams of solidarity, down to her knees, her calves and finally to her ankles and completely saturating her shoes before they quickly overfilled and spilled onto the floor to make a sizeable puddle on the ground. Her jeans were utterly drenched with almost none of their surface being even slightly dry. She was softly moaning the entire time from the completely new sensation that felt amazing. She was so out of breath that when she finished she was panting. I’m planning on doing this in a Hope pov for part 2. Lmk your thoughts on that.
  22. This is my first story in English and on this side! Normally I only write on Wattpad and in German so please be nice and enjoy! ___________________________________ Chapter 1 Hannah is on vacation with her family. She didn't want to go because she turned 18 half a year ago and wanted to stay at home to chill with her friends. But her parents insisted that she have to come with them and her younger brother. Her little brother was the other reason why she didn't want to come. He's a pain in the ass and whenever he gets on her nerves, she's in the end the one who gets punished for nothing. The same situation occurred yet again. They're on the highway for quite a bit and Hannah drank a lot because of the enormous heat of the summer sun. She noticed her bladder already an hour ago but it wasn't that bad at the moment. But now she regretted her decision as she noticed that her bladder had already started to bulge. It was always easy to see if her bladder filled up, because of her slim body. It still wasn't that bad but she could feel her desperation grow more and more. After another half an hour she had to cross her legs tightly as her desperation raised. Her brother saw her desperate state as well and shouted “I think Hannah needs to pee!”. Hannah was annoyed but a little bit relieved that she didn't have to ask for herself. Her mother immediately turned around, nodded and told Hannah's dad to navigate to the nearest rest stop. Hannah's bladder was already the size of a Tennis Ball and more than visible to everyone, especially her little brother who started to poke Hannah's already screaming bladder. Hannah flinched immediately and almost leaked. The pain in her bladder was enormous. She had to press her thighs as hard as possible together and even needed a hand to hold the flood back. Hannah was angry at her brother and pushed him away. Instantly her brother started to cry and yelled that she hurt him and that she's mean. At this moment her father turned into a rest stop and parked the car at the nearest toilet. Hannah was about to sprint out of the car and get to the saving toilet but her mother stopped her. “Why are you always so mean to your brother?” She asked her angrily. "B-but…He pushed on my bladder and-” she wasn't able to end her sentence. Her mother interrupted her and said that, as a punishment, she's not allowed to use the restroom until everyone else used it and took their time to stretch a little bit. Hannah was in complete shock. What kind of cruel punishment is that? And how is she supposed to hold it that long? She was already getting dangerously near to her limits. Hannah's eyes teared up as she nervously undone her seatbelt which was pressing on her big bulging bladder. But as she was unlocking it, her mother called out to her that the seat belt is going to stay on as long as everyone is using the toilet and that she has to stay in the car until everyone returns. Hannah was in absolute pain, her mind went crazy and all she could think about was her need to relieve this hot pee inside of her body. She pressed both hands between her legs and pushed with all her strength against her throbbing pee hole. Her bladder felt heavy and was rock hard. She really struggled to not let any leak escape her. Everyone who was passing her parents car could see her bladder, the pain in her face and the nonchalant hands between her legs, while she was restless rocking back and forth in her seat. It really felt like an eternity had passed when her family finally got back to the car. Without a second left to waist, she unlocked her seatbelt and got out of the car but only to be held back again by her mom. Hannah was crying at this point and bagged her parents to finally let her pee. She didn't care anymore about everyone else. She just wanted to pee so bad because she knew that she could hold it another 10 minutes! But her mother was strict and would never let her go without fulfilling the punishment. Hannah felt everyone staring at her bladder which popped out so much out of her leggings that it looked like she was pregnant. And to make this situation even worse she felt her muscles slowly giving in to that enormous pressure. But even if only a few hot drops managed to escape her bladder, the warmth feeling in her pants makes it even worse to hold it. Because of her mother still grabbing her arm, Hannah wasn't able to use both hands to hold the next few drops back. She cried in pain and desperation and that she hates her mother. Even trying to get away from her mother made everything worse and more drops started to escape her tired bladder. Until Hannah reached the point of no return. Her mother pulled her closer to make her shut up but because of that sudden movement, Hannah's bladder had finally had enough and all of her hot pee, she was holding for so long gushed with full force out of her and with a clear hissing sound into her leggings and down her legs. You could hear every drop splashing on the ground. Not even Hannah's crying and sobbing was loud enough to overtone the sound. You could slowly see her abdomen getting flatter again as her bladder getting more and more empty. Finally when the last drop find it's way out of her body Hannah suddenly collapsed and fell on her knees in her own puddle. Everyone who was watching the scene were sad for her and angry against her mother. Some kids were laughing and Hannah? Hannah was relieved but extremely embarrassed at the same time. As soon as she realized that everyone was still staring, she finally managed to free herself and sprint to the restroom. When she finally entered the stall it was obviously already too late. Nothing more was left in her bladder. Hannah was drenched in her own warm pee that slowly got cold between her still shaking legs. The strong scent of pee fills the bathroom stall and a few tears roll over her red burning cheeks. She wipes them away and examines the damage. Hannah slowly pushed down her leggings and pants as she noticed something odd. She was extremely wet between her legs and not only because of the accident!
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