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  1. View File Schoolgirl Tai gets a spanking, wets her panties and is diapered Description: Adorable transgirl Tai Crimson gets home from school to discover her irate mother, Alex Reynolds, is waiting for her. Alex got a call from the school letting her know that Tai skipped the first half of her classes today, and Alex is not going to tolerate this. She puts her naughty daughter directly over her knee and begins to give her a spanking. Tai, however, has just returned home from school, and she needed to go to the bathroom badly. She begs and pleads, but Alex does not let her up. Even when Tai wets her cotton panties, Alex doesn't let her up. She just scolds and humiliates the poor little girl for peeing her panties over her mommy's knee. She moves on to spank poor Tai with a clothes brush, making her squirm and whimper as her bottom turns bright red. But that isn't the only punishment Tai is getting: she's going to be put back in diapers until she learns not to wet her panties. After she is diapered, Tai is left in timeout and told to keep her diaper dry, but she still has to go, and she struggles to hold it as she waits. to be released from her punishment. Unfortunately, Tai wets her diaper, as well. When she gets back, mommy Alex is no-nonsense about Tai's disobedience: as soon as she discovers the wet diaper, she announces that Tai will not be getting a change any time soon and that she'll be wearing diapers to school tomorrow! Warning: some nudity Submitter Cathyva Submitted 03/03/2020 Category Transgender (MtF)  
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    Description: Adorable transgirl Tai Crimson gets home from school to discover her irate mother, Alex Reynolds, is waiting for her. Alex got a call from the school letting her know that Tai skipped the first half of her classes today, and Alex is not going to tolerate this. She puts her naughty daughter directly over her knee and begins to give her a spanking. Tai, however, has just returned home from school, and she needed to go to the bathroom badly. She begs and pleads, but Alex does not let her up. Even when Tai wets her cotton panties, Alex doesn't let her up. She just scolds and humiliates the poor little girl for peeing her panties over her mommy's knee. She moves on to spank poor Tai with a clothes brush, making her squirm and whimper as her bottom turns bright red. But that isn't the only punishment Tai is getting: she's going to be put back in diapers until she learns not to wet her panties. After she is diapered, Tai is left in timeout and told to keep her diaper dry, but she still has to go, and she struggles to hold it as she waits. to be released from her punishment. Unfortunately, Tai wets her diaper, as well. When she gets back, mommy Alex is no-nonsense about Tai's disobedience: as soon as she discovers the wet diaper, she announces that Tai will not be getting a change any time soon and that she'll be wearing diapers to school tomorrow! Warning: some nudity

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  4. A light to dark jeans wetting View File Happy new year everyone! I hope you enjoy! I’m currently looking for better recording equipment! Let me know what you think is best! Much love and happy new year! Submitter PMDP Submitted 01/01/2020 Category Peeing
  5. Before I start my story I would like to say that this site is fantastic. I have been a lurker here for a while, but only just recently got the courage to make an account and post a story of my own. Any feedback on my writing would be appreciated. My first sexual experience with wetting happened when I was eight or nine. I was at that age where some peers still occasionally wet the bed, but having a legitimate accident was highly unusual. I was also at that age where I was hitting growth spurts and rapidly outgrowing my clothes. One night, I had no pajamas that fit, so my mom let me wear an old t-shirt of hers to bed. It was longer, almost reaching my knees, and I wore white cotton panties underneath. Before going to bed, I went through my usual routine of using the toilet, brushing my teeth, and then saying good night to my parents. I fell asleep almost immediately. Around four in the morning, I woke up with a jolt, feeling an enormous pressure on my bladder. Because I was so shy, I did not want to risk waking my parents up at this ungodly hour to use the toilet, so I decided to just lay there and hold it for a while longer. I settled in, and tried to focus on anything but my screaming bladder. After what seemed like ages, I couldn't take it any longer. I was squirming uncontrollably, squeezing my crotch with my hand to keep from losing it right then and there. Finally, I decided I would just get up and go. I slowly stood up, keeping my hand firmly clenched over my crotch. As soon as my feet hit the floor, a wave of agony hit my bladder. I clenched my thighs together as tight as I could with my hand jammed into my crotch in an attempt to hold back what I was sure would be Niagara falls. Luckily, not a single drop escaped me. I began my waddling journey down the hall to the bathroom. Every few steps I had to stop and clench my thighs together as a wave of desperation hit me. During one particularly strong wave, a few drops of pee escaped into my panties, creating a small damp patch in the crotch. After what seemed like a mile long walk, I made it into the bathroom, not even bothering to turn on the lights. I was afraid that if I removed one of my hands, I would burst. As I came closer to the toilet I felt sure that I would make it. I turned around and mentally prepared myself to rip my panties off as fast as I could. Before I could even remove my hands from my crotch though, I felt my hands getting warm. A huge spurt of pee made its way out, trickling down the inside of my thigh. I stopped it quickly, but I could feel it right at the edge of my pee hole, threatening to burst any second. Carefully, I removed one hand and gripped the side of my panties, keeping the other hand firmly between my legs. Just as I was about to get my panties off, I heard a soft hissing noise. Looking down, I realized that I was fully wetting myself just inches from the toilet. For a moment, I was frozen, and then I panicked. I jammed my other hand back down into my crotch, and pulled my mom's shirt between my legs in a desperate attempt to stop the forceful flow of pee streaming down my legs. All that did was redirect the flow, soaking my entire butt. About midway through my pee, I managed to stop the flow, although at that point I was already drenched from the waist down. I surveyed the damage. My panties were completely yellow, and there was a large puddle on the floor. My butt, legs, and feet were soaked. By some miracle, my mom's shirt had only one tiny wet spot where the pee had burst through in a jet stream. I could feel that I still had more pee in me, so I did the only thing I could think to do. I took off my mom's shirt and hung it on the towel rack where it would stay dry, and then finished wetting my panties right there on the bathroom floor. The hot, wet pee running down my legs gave me butterflies in my belly, and I grinned to myself, knowing that I was going to get away with something like this. When I was finally done emptying my bladder, I felt satisfied. I quickly grabbed some paper towels and mopped up the mess on the floor. I then stripped off my panties and dunked them into the still clean water of the toilet bowl, washing out the pee, and then wrung them out. They were slightly damp when I put them back on, but much drier and cleaner than they had been. Finally, I put my mom's shirt back on and returned to bed, sleeping another few hours before it was time to get up.
  6. Rachel (@rachelkirwan) suggested that I make my comment on "Peeing through my Panties" into a separate thread, so here goes... Wetting panties (or briefs) is definitely thrilling and inexpensive, and I love to read about girls doing it and wearing them afterwards, especially when they wear them to bed. Keeping panties on after wetting them is certainly naughty and provides a constant reminder of having wet them. I myself am more inclined to wet pullup diapers, since they retain more pee than briefs, stay warm longer, help me avoid getting my furniture wet, and prevent public embarrassment. Too bad the good pullups are so expensive. Some people like to wear and wet their panties inside diapers, thus combining the wet-panty feeling with avoiding obvious wetness -- but this solution risks exposure if the panties wick wetness to the non-waterproof sides of the pullup. Has anyone tried wearing plastic pants over wet panties? The non-crinkly PUL pants would be best for avoiding noise, but I've had problems with two different brands leaking. A few days ago I put on a pair of black women's panties, sat on the toilet, and wet them. I was pointed up and made a nice little fountain of pee. (Sorry, but I didn't have my phone for pics.) I then put on black PUL pants and wore them under jeans. I kept them on all day, maybe eight hours. The first thing I noticed was that the wet panties felt cool on my bottom. An hour later, the bottom of my jeans was damp, despite the PUL pants. There's so little moisture in a pair of wet panties that I expected the PUL pants to contain it. At first I blamed the plastic pants for the leak. Now I suspect that, when I peed my panties on the toilet, some of my pee got onto my legs. I never wiped after wetting, so my legs may have already been wet when I pulled up the PUL pants. Next time I try wetting panties I'll be more careful. Two hours later I peed my panties a second time. This time I took a video of the entire wetting, as well as my pulling up the PUL pants after I finished. So then I was sitting in truly wet panties, protected only by the same PUL pants that I used earlier. The PUL pants seemed very slightly damp just above the elastic around the leg openings. Maybe these pants work well enough after all that I can routinely use them to enjoy the feel of wet panties all day long. Here is a link to the video I made: https://drive.google...4Vkk&authuser=0 I wet my panties two more times, for a total of four, pulling up the PUL pants afterwards each time. I stank a bit, and my jeans were damp, probably because of my failure to wipe my legs after wetting. To cap off my wet day, I kept my PUL pants in place and wet my panties a fifth time. The panties were saturated and couldn't absorb much if any of the fresh urine, so I knew I was dependent on the PUL pants to contain my wetness. I could hear loose pee sloshing around in the PUL pants, but they didn't leak. Yay! I felt very naughty for wetting panties at all, and even naughtier for wearing them and for wetting them inside plastic. Next time I do something like this, I'll probably just wear my usual black cotton briefs. They'll hold even more pee than the panties did and that may cause more of an odor problem. I expect wet briefs will feel even wetter than wet panties but not so kinky. Here's a pic of my wet panties (sorry for the inverted image): Explicit Content
  7. CHAPTER 1 “Ellie!” she whimpers, doubled over desperately. It had been two hours and Rima's bladder was at full capacity. She shoves her fingers against her urethra firmly in an attempt to subdue the threatening flow. “Ah, ah, ah..” Ellie warms, taking a hold of Rima's wrists and forcefully prying her from holding herself, “what did I tell you about holding yourself, love?” Rima struggles against Ellie's strong grip. Her body convulses as a wave of desperation washes over her, forcing her to jolt forward, her tightly crossed legs shaking violently. “Please, E-ellie! I cann-not hold it any l-longer!,” She cries out as a spurt of urine moistens her violet panties. “Oh, dear..” Ellie coos dropping her hold on Rima's wrists and lifting up her chin to examine her now watery eyes. Instantly, Rima's hands fly to her crotch as another wave sends her body rigid. Her fingers press forcefully against herself as another spurt of urine spreads across her panties, creating a dark stain and leaking through the thin fabric to trail down her hands. She shudders, her bladder burning to be released. “Ellie...” she cries, a few tears spilling down her bright red cheeks, “i-it's co-coming out!” Ellie looks at her passionately and quickly pulls her to her chest, trying to comfort the distraught girl, “it's okay, it's okay... let it out.” Rima squirms, trying to free herself from Ellie's warm body and spare her from the urine her bladder can no longer contain, but Ellie pulls her closer, pressing her scantly, thong-covered pussy against hers, as she shoves the palm of her hand against Rima's bladder to make her release. Rima lets out a loud moan, and her muscles instantly relax, allowing a torrent of urine to spray through her fingers and wet Ellie's delicate panties as well as her own. Tears begin spilling down her her dark red cheeks. “I-i'm s-s-sorry,” Rima chokes through her tear-stained face as her warm urine runs down her legs, forming a pool at her feet. A sob breaks through her chest as her shaking legs fall out from beneath her. Ellie quickly tightens her grip around Rima's waist to support her as she shudders with relief and embarrassment. “Rima.. you're such a good girl. I'm so proud that you held it so long.. sshh.. don't cry, dear.” Ellie kisses her forehead gently as she continues to urinate uncontrollably against the tiled floor. The words only cause Rima to sob louder with shame at her infantile state. It is one thing to leak before making it to the toilet, but it is another to, not only wet oneself desperately, but also soak another in her mess. Her legs shake violently below her as her stream begin to come out in short, uncomfortable bursts from having held so long. Gently Ellie strokes her back to comfort her, noticing Rima's discomfort. Shameful at having caused her pain, she draws a hand forward while supporting Rima with her other hand to apply steady pressure onto her bladder to help her empty. Rima moans through her sobs and allows Ellie to forcefully empty her bladder in order to prevent leaks later on- she has always had troubles with her bladder leaking in the past. The remains of the contents of her bladder leak out, causing small splashing noises as it hits the massive puddle below. Finally, there is nothing left but a few drips; Rima leans fully into Ellie in defeat and buries her face against her to cry. “It's okay, angel. This is my fault. I made you wait so long. I'm so sorry, babe...” Ellie whispers. Eventually, Rima pulls away slowly to survey the damage in her embarrassment. She realizes in horror how badly she has soaked Ellie. Her urine is trialing down Ellie's legs until it forms a smaller puddle at her feet. Not only that, but Ellie's panties are almost soaked entirely through. “I-i'm sorry..I d-didn't-” She cuts off sobbing in mortification. Ellie hugs her against her own chest like a baby once again and gently lifts her up to carry her into the bathroom in order to be cleaned up. To be continued... (Feedback is much appreciated!)
  8. About five months ago I was on the phone with my girlfriend E. She had just left San Francisco to make the two-day drive back home to Chicago and sounded a bit distracted. I asked her what was wrong and she said she had just gotten outside of Sacramento, where she had stopped to buy gas, water, and some coffee. Being parched, she drank most of the water and had just begun to get into the coffee when she realized she needed to pee. I told her to just get off at the next exit and find a gas station, to which she replied that she was in the middle of nowhere, and the next exit or place to stop was still half an hour away. “I’d better find a place soon before I pee in my pants,” she stated. At that point I had to begin getting ready for work, so I wished her luck, told her I loved her, and hung up the phone. The next day, once I awoke, I called her to ask how the road trip was going. She said everything was going fine, that she stopped to sleep for a few hours earlier in the morning and was already in Nebraska. She talked about the beautiful scenery and about how she wished she were already in Chicago, and how once she got in town she was going to take a long shower and sleep for a while. Casually I asked if she’d found a place to pee in time the previous day, to which I was greeted with a sizeable amount of silence. About five seconds or so went by before I heard her sigh and say, “Actually, no.” “What do you mean? Did you stop along the side of the road?” I asked. Having been together for about six months at that point, I knew E wasn’t one to be shy of popping a squat when she needed to. Just a month before, she had pulled her panties down over the Chicago River at the La Salle truss and peed right into the water. Granted it was three in the morning, it was gutsy nonetheless, and proof that she was not going to have an accident if she could help it. “No…it was still light outside and I didn’t feel comfortable stopping on the side of the highway in the middle of nowhere.” “Okay…” “I tried to hold on as long as I could, but I kind of ended up just peeing in my pants. Luckily, I had a few towels and my seats aren’t cloth.” I was floored. Not only was that totally unlike her, she didn’t seem too embarrassed by what had happened. “Wow. I mean, I’m sorry. I guess it happens to all of us sometimes.” “Yeah, but it hasn’t happened to me in a while. Ever peed your pants, babe?” she asked jokingly, chuckling lightly. “I have actually, just a couple of years ago.” “Oh yeah? How so?” “I was walking home from work at around two in the morning and couldn’t find a spot to go. A lot of people were out and a block party was going on. I got to my front door and couldn’t hold it any longer.” “Wow, babe. Well at least I know I’m not the only one.” We continued to talk for a while longer and I kidded her about doing laundry when she got home. I told her I loved her again and not to worry, just to get home safely. Later that evening she called me and said she was almost home, and that I should come out and meet her. I made my way downstairs and when she pulled up, she sat in the driver’s seat of her car and motioned for me to come over. As I walked over, she opened the door and said in a hushed voice, “Babe, I peed in my pants again about an hour ago. I got stuck in traffic and just couldn’t hold it. I feel like a little girl. I can’t believe I peed myself twice in less than two days. This is so embarrassing.” I looked down at her crotch and sure enough, her pants were wet. I comforted her, told her that it was fine, and that I would walk behind her so no one would know she’d had an accident. “If it’ll make you feel any better, I’ll pee in my pants too,” I said jokingly, trying to cheer her up. “Would you?” she immediately replied. I was taken aback. I was kidding, but the pleading look on her face made me realize she was serious. My girlfriend, who had just accidentally peed in her pants less than an hour ago, was asking me to pee in my pants so she would feel better. “Seriously?” I asked. “I mean, you don’t have to, but it would make me feel better. I’m just so embarrassed about this.” “Well…” I thought about it for a few seconds, and then made up my mind. “If it’ll make you feel better…fine. But only because I love you.” “I love you too, babe.” And with that, standing on the stoop of our apartment, I peed in my pants to help make my girlfriend feel less embarrassed about peeing in hers. We went upstairs, she changed out of her wet pants and panties, and me out of my wet pants and panties, and we showered together. Then we made love, and went to bed. She hasn’t had another accident since, but this was only a few months ago. Since then, she’s stated a few times while we were out that she’d better find a restroom soon, or she’ll pee in her pants. I don’t wish embarrassment on my girlfriend, the girl I love and plan to marry, but I can’t help but to think that all I’ve got to do to make her feel better is to pee in my pants too. And I don’t really have a problem with that.
  9. I met up with a few of my old friends from high school recently, and it turned out to be quite a funny night. In hindsight I decided to share how I remember the evening went along with you just for the sake of not having to keep it to myself. So I arrived at his place a bit earlier than I thought I would and had to wait a little until they got back. His parents were home, but I didn't want to disturb them so I waited outside. When the host came back with another old friend who'd arrived even earlier than me, we brought the groceries and drinks they had bought back into the house and put them on the kitchen counter. My friend, who I'm going to be calling Paul, poured each of us a drink and we went to sit outside on the patio leading up to the garden. I was sipping my drink which was made of some sort of liquor and pineapple juice, and we were chatting about old times and recent developments. Then some more friends joined us a little later, that was around 7pm but seeing how it was a typical summer day the sun was still up and shining. I'm going to fast-forward a little bit here by summing up that we cooked and ate dinner all together, still outside because the day just didn't seem to want to cool off and even afterwards we kept sitting outside until early in the morning. At that point all of us had put on jumpers but it was still very comfortable outside, or at least that's what I thought. Most of them had left for the toilet once or twice and I think that was when I was at my third drink. (I was drinking coke out of my bottle too, so as to not get drunk too quickly.) Still didn't really need to use the toilet which I thought was weird, because alcohol usually makes me get desperate quite quickly. At some point we decided to go inside, there were only 4 of us left everyone else had gone home. We sat on the couches and I was drinking my fourth drink and realised I was getting a little tipsy, nothing I couldn't handle though. One of the four of us went to sleep right away, pretty much when we went inside so there was basically Paul and this other boy who I'm going to call Jason (who used to go to our class as well) left. We were considering options of what we could do and ended up playing a card drinking game. We made it through one round and didn't even really play it right and I started to slightly feel the need to pee. It was around 4am by then, so I rolled myself a cigarette and went outside for a smoke while Paul seemed to be falling asleep on the couch with Jason trying to keep him awake by talking to him. I went outside into the garden and it was raining a little bit, which was actually refreshing. I went to have a peak through the window and saw Paul fast asleep and Jason seemed to have given up on trying to get him to wake up again and was also lying on the couch now, his back turned to the window I was peeping through. I waited there a little, just looking at both of them obviously falling deeper and deeper into sleep.Suddenly it hit me that I really had to use the toilet quite bad by then and I imagined how emberrassing it would be to have an accident in front of the window if Paul suddenly woke up and opened his eyes. That thought sent shivers trembling all through my body. That's when it happened. A little spurt of pee landed right in my knickers before I even realised what was happening to me and a second one was on its way. I felt this damp feeling in my underwear and crossed my legs as well as I could, grabbing for my crotch while checking in panic if both of them were still sleeping. I relaxed when I saw their dreamy faces and actually managed to hold on. I decided it would be a good idea to sit down somewhere and just finish the rest of my smoke as quickly as I could, realising I had overestimated my bladder a little. As I was sitting there I felt a little desperate, especially because I had forgotten to bring a pair of clean underpants but it at the same time I still felt my clit tingling in my damp undies which turned me on incredibly. All at once I realised me getting back into the house in order to use the loo would involve quite a big risk of having an accident, especially sinde I hadn't used the toilets since the last time I was there which was probably more than three years ago and my memory isn't really at its best whenever I'm drunk, which I must admit I was by then. I put my hand on my stomach and let it slide over the area of my bladder, which felt kind of swollen and almost like it was about to burst. I looked up to the windows, on the veranda the lights were still on but none of the lights on the upper floor bed rooms was on and I hoped most people would be asleep at this time of the day. After considering for about 5 minutes if Paul's parents were sleeping or not and if it what I was considering to do could be seen as immoral, it hit me when I had no more time to consider anything because my bladder called for immediate action. In a rush I jumped behind the gas grill, which cast the broadest shadow in proximity, pulled my undies to the side and just let go. I guess I peed for about half a minute and I could hear the hissing sound and felt my entire body sustaining waves of trembling, almost like I was having an orgasm. I felt so relieved but at the same time bad about what I had just done. I shook off the last drops with a little shake from my hips and went back inside (after pouring some water on the spot where I estimated I had peed). I hoped the boys would just keep sleeping and was going to try and catch some sleep myself in the armchair, using my skirt as a protection in order not to have my dirty knickers touch the couch. To my surprise both of them woke up when I went back inside and I must have been blushing but I think both of them were to sleepy to realise. Paul shook his head, murmured something like: "there are beds upstairs" stood up and went upstairs. I took his place on the couch, took of the jumper Paul had lent me and used it as a blanket. "So, which ones of the beds are free do you think? Do you remember where any of those supposed beds are?" I asked him. He didn't know and we decided it'd be better not to make a lot of unnecessary noise so we just stayed on the couch. I couldn't sleep for a while because whenever I closed my eyes my head started to feel like everything was spinning so I got up in a hurry and tried to remember where the bathroom was. I felt really sick and tried the first door and for once got lucky to make it in time. Won't go into any detail about this because it's rather yucky. Seeing how I had already made my way to the toilet I used the chance to take of my knickers which had dried a little but were still kind of wet. I cleaned the bit that got wet in the sink with a little bit of soap, drenched the water out of them and put them back on. Then I went back to the couch, where Jason had woken up and asked me if I was alright. I told him I felt better now and that I was sorry for waking him up. Then lay down on the couch. Then I sat up again because I felt kind of cold and realised I had lost the jumper I was using as a blanket on my way to the bathroom. I was trying to make out where I had lost it but couldn't really see anything. That's when Jason got up and came back to the couch with my jumper, even though I hadn't even said anything. I said thank you and he padded my head and said I should go back to sleep. I told him to sleep well and finally managed to fall asleep. We left the other day at around 4pm and I don't think anyone noticed what I did because everyone seemed to behave as they usually would. So yeah, I did that and it's not that I'm proud of it but in hindsight there's nothing I can do about what I did, except for hoping that none of them will ever find out.
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  11. What Hermione did next - the Knicker nicking story and flying again! - follows on from Hermione Experiments We left Hermione late on Friday walking back from Miss McGonagall’s study her head buzzing with all that she had learnt – she was a 3W - a small select band of Wonderfully Wet Witches who got special pleasure from wetting themselves – whether flying or not.(See Hermione flying at “P” level). She had just finished testing the effects of the spell Miss McGonagall had taught her to make wettings look dry which resulted in her appearing totally dry to anyone looking – but leaving a tell tale trail of pee spots on the floor as she walked along weeing in her knickers. She has almost reached the dormitory when it struck her – tomorrow was Saturday and it was the next stage of advance flying – one where each girl was to fly to the heights to learn their personal tolerance – firstly when they peed and secondly when they pooped. She has already decided she was not going to actually poop – there must be some way of knowing she was at the height she must stop below without actually going beyond it and doing it in her pants to find out. BUT – she was standing in the last pair of knickers in her draw – the rest had gone to the Laundry – and even if she was able to dry the present ones overnight unless they were fully washed there was a good chance the bright pink cotton would clearly show a tide mark if any one saw – and from last week she knew Miss McGonagall could readily call for a knicker inspection before flying. Just as much as afterwards. In any case she was not keen for the other girls to see her in such “girley” pink panties, she really wanted one of her pairs of regulation blue ones that were a bit more discrete about what had happened to (or rather in) them. In a way it as doubly her own fault – not just because she had wet so many pairs during the week but also because it was her efforts to reduce the workload on the house elves that had changed the old two day turnaround to washing taking a week and turning up (usually) on a Saturday afternoon. So no clean (and dry) knickers were in her draw – what could she do? Where could she get some knickers from suitable for going flying first thing in the morning? She turned around to walk away from the dorm whilst she thought – and then it came to her – lost property!– there was a whole room in the laundry with every item of clothing separated onto their own shelves – there must be some knickers she could “recover” from there. She quickly but inconspicuously walked downstairs to the laundry area and turned into the lost property room just before the workroom itself. The lights were quite low, but she could clearly see down the centre walkway where there were rows of floor to ceiling shelves to either side with signs saying what clothes were in that rack – boy to the left girls to the right. The order started with underclothes and worked through to outdoor items like hats and anoraks’ at the far end. Socks & tights were first, then vests on the left for boys and vests/bras on the right for girls. Then underpants and knickers – just what she was looking for! She started through the large pile of assorted knickers – it seemed amazing so many could be lost, but she soon realised that by the styles they were lost long ago. But she spotted a pair of ordinary school knickers that looked to be about her size, that were dark green – they would do her for tomorrow. But just as she moved over to pick them up she heard someone coming and even though she had every right to check the lost property she decided to move along and slide down one of the side areas where she would not be readily seen. In the low light she looked carefully to see who was there – she was next to the girl’s skirts so if found she could simply explain she was looking for a lost one - but the person – a boy- was being rather furtive and bent over apparently looking at socks. Then she noticed the hair – it was Ron! - and whilst he had grabbed a grey sock he was now moving down the rows and was standing by the boys underpants – but looking at the girls knickers – he looked around quickly and then grabbed something from the knicker shelf stuffed it in his pocket, before rapidly walking out swinging the sock as if it was the prize he had been looking for. H came out of her hiding spot and saw immediately that Ron had taken the pair of bottle green knickers she had just found for herself! She was both annoyed and puzzled by his behaviour, but concentrated on a further search through the knickers to find something suitable for her immediate needs for the next day. She finally found a pair of navy blue knickers in the nice cotton material like her own – but they must have been made years ago as they were very loose and baggy – but they had elastic round the middle and legs that could be adjusted as it was just tied and could be pulled out of a small slit in the leg and tummy band. They were about the right size and she realised she could tighten or slacken the elastic to suit her perfectly. (See attachment) She could see nothing better so putting them into her bag she walked out of the lost property area and moved purposefully back up the stairs and to the dormitory. Safely inside she went up to her bed and shed her gown before going into the toilets for some privacy. She took off her still damp pink knickers and pulled on the old navy blue ones – as she had thought they were quite a good fit – the waist elastic needed no adjustment, it was tight enough to stop them falling down, but not so as to feel too tight. The legs were another thing however, the last person to wear these had much bigger thighs than Hermione had so far developed so the leg elastic did not even touch all round her legs. She slid them off, undid the knots in the elastic of each leg and then put them back on so as to adjust the length and to re-tie the elastic- which she did making the legs reasonably tight, but not uncomfortable. As she stood there having made the adjustments she realised the other difference to her normal knickers – they had real legs! – only about two inches long, but they definitely felt different to her normal ones that had elastic that ran right round the top of her legs and rubbed against her crotch. They actually felt quite nice like that and when she explored her crotch area with her fingers over the knicker material she rather liked the feelings. She started to rub a little harder enjoying the way her pussy started to firm up as blood pumped into the lips but then froze as she remembered that if she kept going then her knickers for tomorrow would be flooded in the immediate future. She pulled the blue knickers down and got them off as her bladder gave out strong signals that it needed to be emptied. Not wishing to miss an opportunity she grabbed the damp pink ones and bent over to put her legs into the holes and then pull them up, but it was too late – as she bent over – bum sticking out backwards, knickers about at her knees - she burst – her wee went everywhere – some down into the seat of her knickers, some onto the lid of the loo. As she tried to finish pulling her knickers up she straightened up and some wee shot out towards the door. Pretty much everything below waist height got wet – fortunately she had been holding her skirt with one hand so it was well clear of all the liquid. Grabbing the lid up she sank onto the seat, the back of her knickers just under her pussy so it received the last gushes of wee. The clean up took some time – using her wet knickers she mopped up the walls, floor etc, wringing the dripping wet panties out several times. Finally she slipped out and quickly rinsed her pink knickers in the sink before dropping them down the laundry shute. By then it was bed time to dream of the next day. Saturday morning came quickly – Hermione awoke to bright sunshine streaming in the window immediately bringing a smile to her face as she remembered what day it was – the day of the next special flying lesson for girls –she was to fly higher than ever before as she and the rest of the class sorted out their own individual “flying levels” – firstly the level they had all exceeded last week when their knickers received the full contents of their bladders and were soaked and secondly the level at which they would also become dirty and full! Hermione totally ignored the fact that last week she (and the others) were so busy enjoying the “special” feelings of flying from the contact between the broom handles and their pussy’s lips that it was only after the P level had been completely passed and they had totally soaked the knickers that anyone realised what had happened. She was ignoring it by convincing herself that she would keep herself in full control and be aware of any signs that she was about to lose control and poop in her pants – she was not going to do that, it held no appeal at all for her. She quickly got dressed and started to drink lots of water – she was completely hooked on wetting and wanted to get the most pleasure out of that part of the lesson, it was just the next stage she would ensure she did not circum to. A quick breakfast (with two lots of orange juice) then she grabbed her broom and headed for the field. She was not the first there – it seemed that most of the girls were looking forward to exploring their limits (or rather the wonderful waves of pleasure that flow out from the lips of their pussy’s lips right to the extremities of their bodies so fingers, toes, the hair on their head (and especially their very firm nipples) tingled with pleasure as their bladder slowly released into their knickers and down their legs. Miss McGonagall was waiting for the girls and as soon as the last ones arrived she started her “pre-flight” talk. “Girls, today it is time for you to fly higher than ever before, you will look down on the earth as if it was a map in your geography book! As I told you last week it is important that you each find your own limitations – that is at what height above ground you lose bladder control and then at what height above that you lose total control”. Before we start the lesson there are three spells that we will use today. Like last week we need to use the binding spell so that you will not fall off you broom – and even if you pass out the broom will simply stop doing whatever it was before and simply fly on the level round in circles so you can come too and regain control. You will each chant your own spell for this and I will test it is ok before you fly up. The second spell is one that will allow you to “feel” how high you are flying – it makes your right arm into a “measuring stick” – as you fly higher there will be a feeling like an elastic band around your arm, starting at the wrist and moving up as you climb – actually it measures the air pressure above sea level rather than the height above the ground, but it will allow you to measure your own “P” points. I will say this spell but you will cast it on yourself so that you can use it again in the future. The final spell is one to help us get together when we have all finished. I will cast it on all of you next – it will enhance your in the ultra-violet (UV) range so that you will be able to see a special crystal I have that send out a beam of UV that can be seen for hundreds of miles – if you have sensitised your sight first. When you have finished testing yourselves look for the crystal light and fly down to it. I will be there waiting for you – there is a special place for us to meet and clean up before going back to Hogwarts. Just then Luna put her hand up – Miss McGonagall said “yes?” – and Luna spoke fairly softly saying “ please Miss – is there some way we can know that we are reaching the – er – er – second – er – er level without, you know, actually, er – er going past it and doing, er – er – doing, er, you know, er Miss?” Some of the other girls sniggered, Hermione had to suppress a smile quickly when Miss McGonagall growled sternly – “be quiet – she is only asking what all of you really want to know – isn’t she!!!” Turning and smiling kindly at Luna Miss McGonagall said “Yes there is – all you have to do is concentrate as you fly higher and as you approach the second “P” level your tummy will start to feel very bloated – if you immediately drop down you will suffer an escape of gas but you will keep clean (although wet) knickers. Hermione carefully filed the information away in her head – she had been sure there was some way of avoiding pooping her pants and was determined to avoid it – now she knew how! Miss McGonagall then said “right girls, on your brooms ready” – then she chanted the spell to allow them to see UV rays – H loved the way the world looked with this enhancement to her vision – it was so much more alive! Miss McGonagall continued – “repeat after me the following spell to allow you to measure your flying height” and the girls all repeated as told – “can you all feel a band around your arm just by your wrist?” – Yes they all answered. Hermione was somewhat distracted by now – all the water and orange juice had worked through her and her bladder was bursting! – she wanted to keep it all for the flight, but as Miss McGonagall droned on Hermione lost some control and some wee escaped making a bit wet patch in her knickers. Miss McGonagall then spoke very sternly getting the girls to repeat the “binding spell” . Finally Miss McGonagall said time to fly – but I need to test your binding spell is working so I want each of you to take off in turn, fly along just above the ground and then, when in front of me, flip over so your head is just above the ground – that way if your spell was poor you will only fall a few inches into the grass. One by one they did just that – the second girl fell off and had to repeat the spell which worked that time, but it was a reminder to all of the need for safety. Hermione raised the broom so she was just off the ground and flew to Miss McGonagall, flipping upside down in front of her – Miss McGonagall immediately saw the big wet patch and Hermione heard her say softly - so that no one else could hear – “Hermione, dear you must not be quite so eager, pace yourself it will be more pleasurable” – then Hermione was up and on her way to the sky. With her already leaking bladder Hermione really did not care what her first “P’ level was – she just wanted the sexual thrills of flying and peeing to start and go on for as long as it could. But she knew she would have to answer Miss McGonagall ‘s questions later so she forced herself to focus as she flew up in a steady spiral concentrating on the imaginary band on her arm as it crept up towards her elbow. With the “band” barely below the elbow joint her bladder and pussy had their initial explosion with her knickers receiving the consequences, so she filed away that bit of information to answer later questions. From last week she remembered flying well above the initial “P” level and the pleasure waves she had enjoyed so she decided to “treat” herself before going up much higher to explore the second “P” level. Following the previous week pattern she carefully flew up quite a bit higher before launching herself into a ”J” shaped flight path flying down the short part of the J and then flying up the long side – her broom pointing almost vertically, her nose touching the handle, her pussy magically attached to the lower part of the handle as the waves of pleasure flowed out from here through her body – and her wee flowed into her knickers crotch, then down filling all round the little legs above the tight elastic, before soaking through, flowing down her legs over her stockings and trailing over her pump type shoes to stream away from the toes of both of them into the air. She managed this a few times – squeezing her pussy lips together to slow the loss of wee from her bladder. She almost managed to separate her mind into two parts one part totally overwhelmed by the hedonistic pleasures she felt but the other part somewhat detached and almost able to feel each drop of wee as it made its way out of her pussy lips, into the puddle in the gusset of her knickers, then through the material of her knickers, sliding down each leg, running along each stocking and onwards. The waves of pleasure engulfed her time and time again on the next upward flight as if her whole body was sexually charged, - she felt the final drops of wee flow into her knickers when there was an explosion starting in her crotch and rippling out to the extremities of her body – and she passed out! Some minutes later she groggily came too – the first shock to her system was realising the land below her was like a tiny map she was so high – then she realised the “band” on her arm was almost up at shoulder level. As she recovered consciousness more she understood that she was sat on her broom flying round in circles on the level – even though it was a very high level. Finally it came to her – the feeling she had vowed she would avoid – her knickers were no longer just soaking wet – they were full of her poop – the only good thing she could think was that how glad she had end up with the very old fashioned ones with legs and tight elastic round them so that whilst she had filled her pants, nothing had escaped – it was all around her legs held in by the material. She was annoyed she had failed! – she told herself off for doing so and tried to rationalise that the explosion of pleasure that caused her to pass out was not worth the indignity she now faced of landing with very full knickers. Then greater realisation came to her – firstly her nose was running everywhere so she got her hanky and blew it and cleaned her face up. Her fingers and toes were still tingling and felt great. Then it hit her – her bra was soaking and moisture was leaking through her blouse and jumper – but she had not flown upside down at any stage so her wee could not have run there! Her nipples were throbbing with pleasure and were standing up firmly pointing outwards, her breasts were solid and felt like they were ready to explode – that was where the moisture was leaking from! – the pleasure explosion had resulted in every possible “bodily outlet” letting go. She told herself off severely for not keeping control and ending up messing herself in every possible way – but the aching in her pussy and tits and even her bum flooded back telling her “so what” that was just marvellous. Hermione looked around for the UV crystal light – and saw it far off in the distance. She flew steadily down towards it fighting in her mind between the pleasures felt through her body verses the “failure” of keeping herself under control. She landed fairly near Miss McGonagall, but noticed all of the girls were keeping a fair distance apart from each other- they were all studying the ground –but furtively looking at each other to see what state they were in. Miss McGonagall told the girls to undo the binding spells, the measurement spells and she undid the UV spell. The she spoke “Girls, today we have use of a special facility – this is a natural hot pool with warm water flowing from above us down into individual shower blocks – you will each go to your own area to clean yourselves up in private. There are suitable facilities for disposing of any “unwanted materials”, also for clothes washing and there is a special hot cabinet in each room where your washed clothes can be put to dry – it will only take a few minutes, but there is no rush – please relax and unwind after your experiences, think about what you have learnt today. Hermione watched the girls walk (or rather most of them waddled) towards the open doors of each individual area, no one else had their arms crossed against their chest to hide their breast area (as she had done since landing). Hermione was the last to walk past Miss McGonagall who stopped her saying “Hermione – this is the meeting place for the 3W club I told you about so see if you enjoy it”. Hermione had accidentally let her arms drop so Miss McGonagall saw the soaking wet patches around her breasts and she continued “you really are eligible to be a full club member dear – look”. Hermione looked at Miss McGonagall from the ground up – she could see Miss McGonagall had wet herself, but it was not clear what else had happened for her – until Hermione looked and Miss McGonagall moved her cardigan away from her front – where it had covered the sopping wet area over her breasts. Hermione walking bemused into the clean up area – it was everything she had been told, so she started the clean up!
  12. Nudity Warning! Girl pees her panties in the tub, takes them off and puts them in her mouth. This is one of the hottest girls I've ever seen! Anyone know who she is? tumblr_pj067zIwmm1vgg3nr.mp4
  13. Hey everyone. I decided to try my hand at writing an omo-fic, something I can't say I've done before. It might not be the best but I hope to improve as I go along; constructive criticism is appreciated! A quick forewarning: This contains spoilers for the game Dangan Ronpa. If you haven't completed it and/or you don't want the game spoiled, you might want to stop reading now. Otherwise, you might like to know that this takes place at Hopes Peak Academy before the events that lead to the beginning of the first game; Everyone's living relatively normal lives! Without further ado, please enjoy. Chapter 1: Storms The low rumble of thunder ambled ponderously across the sky, itself a churning sea of cloud, as the summer rain lashed down against the earth below. Some droplets pounded against the pavement, scouring the concrete of days of dust and filling the night air with a fresh and earthy aroma. Others tore into the parched grass, running off onto the soil and turning it from a hard and unforgiving desert to a thick and saturated swamp. And yet others found their way to a very particular window on a very particular building. This window was one of many: small, slightly inset with light tan curtains pulled tightly across. The building however was most definitely not. It was huge, storey upon storey of red brick and steel forming various wings, towers and entrances. Even then, more buildings surrounded it. This was Hope's Peak academy. A school for only the most gifted, the most intelligent and the most ambitious. Its prestige was such that merely attending it was enough to secure just about any job without so much as an interview over the phone. As the storm raged on outside this particular window, behind it raged another; An incessant thunderous clacking filled the air of the modest dormitory room. The source of this clacking was the pink blur of feminine fingers dancing across a jet black keyboard. Chihiro Fujisaki's gaze darted from monitor to monitor almost as rapidly as his fingers bounced from key to key. He was a super high-school level hacker, a programming savant. The best in the world, according to most. It came as no surprise to the online community at least to see Chihiro's name on the leaked student list. He'd only moved in a few days ago and classes had yet to start. Naturally very shy, he was pretty nervous about meeting his classmates but, for the time being, he was far too occupied with the project before him to worry about the near future. He stopped and sighed, stretching his hands out and cracking his fingers in satisfaction before turning to a small monitor to his left which currently displayed a CGI rendition of his own face. “Okay, that should do it!” he beamed. “I'll see you in a few seconds!” The face returned his smile. “See you soon, master!” it responded. The face, belonging to Chihiro's artificial intelligence, closed its eyes and disappeared. He returned to the keyboard once again, recompiling the code he had been working on moments before. While waiting for the code to compile, Chihiro squirmed uncomfortably. In his coding fervour, he hadn't realised quite how much he needed to pee. Before he could get up to relive himself, however, the compilation finished and the face returned. “So? Any better?” he asked concernedly. Alter Ego was more than just a pet project of his. It was a friend, something that he'd long lacked. Hopefully not for much longer now that he was at Hopes Peak, he thought. The A.I. frowned for a moment in consternation. “I'm sorry master, it still doesn't feel right. The access is faster, but... I don't know, something seems amiss.” Chihiro groaned, partly in frustration and partly because of the pressure in his abdomen that he was trying to ignore. He fidgeted slightly. “Sorry master,” Alter Ego began, starting to notice its masters need. “don't worry about it. It's only a small issue real -” “No, I'm going to fix this A.E.” he said determinedly, cutting off the AI even as he rubbed his legs together beneath his skirt. Though normally a pushover, programming was his passion and he took great pride in it. It was this pride, this stubbornness, that made him ignore his mounting need to visit the bathroom and instead turn back to the myriad of screens and begin typing once more. “M-master” Alter Ego mumbled, “are you sure that's a good idea? Don't you remember the other times...?” It trailed off, but already Chihiro's face was flushed in embarrassment. “It's fine, really A.E. I'll have this done in no time. There'll be no, um... accidents” The A.I. knew better than to argue with its (now rather flustered) master when he got really determined, and so resigned itself to silence, watching as Chihiro's hands became a blur once more and his fidgeting slowly increased in frequency. Twenty minutes later and Chihiro was both on his fourth attempt and still at a loss. He bounced up and down on his seat, hands pressed tightly into his crotch, as he pored over the reams of code before him. No matter what he'd tried, it was never quite right. There had to be something he was missing, something he'd overlooked. He glanced at the time. “Ah, it's really late,” he muttered. As much as he hated to leave the work unfinished, he knew that a good nights sleep would help immensely. Plus, he reasoned, he should probably go and pee soon. Almost as soon as he thought this, he properly noticed the pressure in his bladder for the first time. A small gasp escaped Chihiro's lips as a quick spurt of pee found its way into his bloomers. He pressed more tightly into his crotch as two more short spurts squirted out past his vigil and into the soft fabric. “Master, are you OK?” Alter Ego asked worriedly. Chihiro was blushing furiously now, knowing full well that his AI was well aware of his current situation. “E-everythings fine,” he stammered, gripping the fabric beneath his fingers tightly and rocking slightly in his seat. He felt yet another jet of warm urine beneath his hands. A growing wetness against them told him that it was now or never. With the wave of desperation temporarily subsiding Chihiro span the chair around and leaped up, sprinting for the bathroom. With every step, a jolt shot through his tired bladder which responded in turn with a squirt of hot piss. Reaching the door with significantly damper bloomers, he slammed it open and sat down on the toilet at the exact moment his exhausted bladder gave up. Chihiro moaned in relief as he felt his nether regions grow hot and wet, urine gushing out into his bloomers and soaking through onto his skirt, so carelessly sat on in his haste. Slowly, the loud hissing that filled the bathroom was drowned out by a soft trickling as the pee pooling at Chihiro's butt soaked through the thick material of the skirt and found its way into the water below. After what seemed like minutes, the flow slowed to a trickle and then stopped entirely. Chihiro sat, his breathing ragged and his heart pounding, his bladder occasionally finding a second wind and spraying more piss into his saturated bloomers and sodden skirt. The heat in his bloomers slowly gave way to cold clamminess as they clung to his soaked backside. Eventually, suitably calmer and satisfied that he was completely empty, he stood up and inspected himself in the mirror, the odd droplet of pee dripping off the back of his skirt or trickling down his leg. He lifted up his skirt. His previously soft, white bloomers now clung tightly to his skin, a huge yellow stain clearly visible that spread from the front all the way to the back. His skirt, too, had both a wet patch at the front where he had been holding himself previously and a massive patch at the rear where he'd sat on it in his hurry for release. Even his knee socks bore small yellow trails as his movement elicited leaks from the beleaguered bloomers. Sniffing the air, Chihiro gradually became aware of the strong smell of urine that now filled the small room. Back at the computer, Alter Ego waited patiently. This wasn't the first time its master had placed programming before peeing, nor was it the first time that this had led to an accident. Although it couldn't see from where it sat, Alter Ego had ran some simulations and was fairly confident that Chihiro's trip to the bathroom had not met with success. Still, it never hurt to be certain. So thinking, it cranked up the volume on the speakers slightly. “Master, is everything alright in there?” it asked. There was silence for a while, and then a small wail. The AI sighed as soft sobbing echoed from the bathroom and opened up a web browser; It was time to do some shopping. Chihiro might not like it, but something had to be done. And it knew just what that something was.
  14. So today I had this awesome wetting. so I was sitting at my computer doing work and I needed to go badly but if I full on peed my self I'd ruin my chair. So I decided to slowly wet my panties. I let out small spurts at a time. Each time i would pee for 3 or 4 seconds then stop. I'd warm up my panties and vagina over and over again. My panties slowly got wetter and wetter until they were soaked. It soaked into my shorts too. But my panties and shorts soaked it all up and nothing got on my chair. So know I'm sitting here in soaked panties and damp shorts writing this. I drank soda earlier so I'll prop ably keep doing this tactic as I will need to pee a lot in the next hour or so.
  15. Heyo my Omo peeps :3 I have opened for commissions a good month ago on Deviantart, and now I'm bringing that service right here! You can get acquainted with my works on my gallery or look at some of my works on DA! I'll be posting updates and fun junk here! Anyways, I'll keep it as simple as possible and just explain these bits :3 Commission prices $25 - 1 character fully shaded colored-in and a simple background $15 - 1 character clean outlines only other options: +$12 - Each Additional characters +$6 - Complicated background I do a good deal of ABDL art, but I'm open to pretty much anything, and of course pants/panty wetting is more than welcome ;). Just simply PM me and I'll get back to you. Additional info- -I only accept payments via PayPal. -When sending payment, payment must be sent as a Gift (Gift option on Paypal) -If you want a commission please don't hesitate, send me a Note/PM -I'll draw anything and any fetish, everything is welcome just as long as its legal. Normal junk is welcome too <3 -I do have the right to refuse to accept the commission as the artist -Commission can take from 3 days to a few weeks (please understand I do have a life and crap to do) -I'll work with concepts to develop an idea, so do send me a Note/PM even if you have half an idea -Private commissions are just as welcome, never worry about your private commissions being posted -Payent must be recieved after I approve of your commission, you will get a preview of the lineart, tweak requests are welcome. -Feel free to ask if you have any questions Additionally, If you can't PM me, feel free to Note me on Deviantart or ask for my E-mail privately~
  16. Today, I decided that I wanted to wet myself. I hadn't done it for a while, so I figured it was time. I drank three big glasses of water and a hot chocolate (for a small caffeine/diuretic benefit), and got ready. I wore a pair of dark blue jeans, cotton blue panties and a tank top, no bra. For the first half an hour, I sat on my room, on this website, reading and writing naughty fiction to get myself hot and ready. Then, the water started to take effect, and I could feel my bladder starting to strain a little, so I put the computer down and walked outside. It was night time on my campus, so it was relatively dark, with a street lamp here and there to keep it from being pitch black. Not many people were walking around at that hour, and most people were walking towards me since I was leaving the dorms. I wandered around the campus for a while, listening to my music and feeling the pangs of my bladder complaining as I went. This was at about 10 pm my time, and I hadn't peed since 4, so the three glasses of water caught up to me very quickly as I was walking. My brisk pace kept the imminent accident at bay, but I knew I wouldn't last long. I wanted to have an accident, a real one. I have wet my pants many times before, but I have never really lost control before. I always go in a controlled environment, somewhere with a hardwood floor or tile, and I let it go on my terms. I decided as I was walking that I would keep holding it the whole time, not letting go until my body finally gave up on me. Luckily for me, my campus is pretty empty at night, and my jeans were dark enough that no one could see, so I still had some small control over the situation. I am not into wetting in front of people that don't want to see it. After about 10 minutes, the first pangs of REAL desperation hit. The ones that tell you to find a bathroom right now, no more waiting. I ignored them and kept walking. I walked by several bathrooms as I went, and as I passed each one, I considered giving up and just going inside, but I stayed strong. About ten more minutes passed, and the urge was impossible to ignore. Every few steps I would have to stop and clench my thighs together to hold it in. The pain in my bladder was getting unbearable, and I was tempted to just let go right there, but I held it. I had my hands pressed into my crotch most of the time at this point as well, trying to hold the piss in whatever way I could. Five minutes after that, I couldn't walk anymore. I was stuck in the middle of the path to the science building with both of my hands jammed firmly into my pussy, and I was jumping up and down in place. My bladder was screaming at me that it wouldn't take this anymore, and i knew I would lose it soon. I stayed there for a minute and regained my bearings before shuffling forward, hands still in my crotch, wetting imminent. After a few steps, the first spurt of piss leaked out. I squeaked, stopped, and bent over, trying to hold it all in me. i imagined that I was walking through campus during the day, that I was almost to the bathroom, that everyone could see me and I didn't want to piss now. That helped a little, and I kept shuffling forward. A few more steps and another spurt came out, this one longer. I dared to peek at my pants and saw a small, quarter-sized dark spot in my jeans, and I could feel that my panties were already soaking. I jammed my hands back, and kept shuffling. My goal was to get behind the science building, where I wouldn't be seen at all. I knew this pee was coming out soon, so I just had to get there. I took one more step and a huge spurt of escaped me, and I gasped. It hurt so much to hold it back, but my god was I loving this. Every step I took after that one released a little more piss into my jeans. At this rate, i wasn't going to make it to the science building before I completely soaked myself! After a few steps, I stopped to assess the damage. My hands were coated in piss, and my jeans had a very big dark spot that went half way down each thigh. I bent over again and squeezed tightly, trying to push the piss back inside me so I could keep going. After a little while, I felt safe to shuffle again, and I shuffled quickly to the back of the science building. As I walked, huge spurts of piss escaped me, and when I got there, both pant legs were soaked almost to the end. I didn't let it go just yet though. I stood there, in my soaking pants, clutching myself, and bouncing, trying desperately to hold it back. Suddenly, a huge pang of need hit me, and a small spurt escaped me. Except this time, I couldn't stop it. The small spurt became a big one and then a torrent. Piss ran down my legs and puddled beneath my bare feet as I stood in the dirt and had a real accident. The warm pee cascading down my legs turned me on, and I stuck a hand down my pants as I went to play with my clit a little. When I finished wetting, I had peed so much, that almost all of my jeans were soaked; it had spread so far from the back and the front that it was almost touching at the seem. After I finished, I quickly left the area and ran back to my dorm room. By the time I got there, I was dried enough that I was no longer dripping piss everywhere, which was nice. I immediately went into a shower stall near my room and masturbated until I had a huge orgasm in the stall. When I was done, I wet myself again. I used my hands to scoop piss onto my tits and rub them into my hardening nipples. Then I turned on the shower while I still fully clothed and rinsed myself off. It was fantastic and writing this all down makes me want to masturbate again. Please tell me what you think below, and maybe leave a suggestion for what I should do next time. Feel free to pm me if you prefer that. Thanks for reading, and have wet dreams. :)
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  20. File Name: Leather Hotpants File Submitter: DarkDragon File Submitted: 01 Jun 2013 File Category: General / Western Videos Clothing: Shorts Super sexy video from MyDirtyHobby.com. Cute and sexy girl wets through her leather hotpants. Click here to download this file
  21. File Name: Nats morning desperation File Submitter: Dravid61+ File Submitted: 28 May 2013 File Category: General / Western Videos Clothing: Skirt This is Nat who use to work for Skymouse but no longer does so this is not a Skymouse movie. Nat wakes up and is desperate to visit the bathroom,but both her friends are using both bathroom and toilet so she as to go between both bathroom and toilet to see who vacates it first. From the moment she gets out of bed she is holding her crotch nearly throughout the entire movie which lasts for just over 20 minutes. There is a funny side to this movie as Nat talks to herself as she becomes more and more desperate, and that she is going to wet herself. Click here to download this file
  22. Japanese girl breaks down in her car in the middle of nowhere and as to wait till the mechanic to arrive, and she is getting desperate to pee while she waits for him. Car problem and bursting to pee.mp4
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