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  1. I’m curious about participants’ here genuine bladder leakage triggers. Here are mine. * Not triggers for me: Hand in warm water Coughing, sneezing and laughter except being tickled Anal stimulation * Leaves almost no visible le evidence: Prolonged tickling – dribbles or small squirts First couple spurts from long wait Riding on rough road with bladder partly filled or more – very small dribbles * Usually easy to hide from family and friends: First couple spurting moments after a long wait (they don’t soak though jeans) Dreams – Tea-saucer size spot to full flood Sleep pees with no memory of dreams – same result Arriving at bathroom after holding after holding to finish game, movie or prolonged task (latch-key) – saucer-size wet spot Hospital test involving strong diuretic – wet to knees (on second and third sudden filling) * Usually obvious (but happen to me less frequently): Arriving home after holding for 20 or more minutes (latch-key) – saucer-size wet spot Waiting or being made to wait too long – squirts, at first not soaking through, then gradually increasing to wet below knees Beer drinking – large squirts quickly soaking through Drinking coffee or cooling drinks before or on drive with long stretches of no privacy or no place to pull off road Pressure on tummy when bladder very full – squirts Orgasm when verrrry full – usually smaller than tea saucer (my prostate has been remove so not semen) Intense fear – complete flood without noticing I’m peeing Inserting a finger in rectum and manipulating urethra – heavy squirting Over active bladder – tea-saucer sized or larger wet spot Urinary infection – stream quickly soaking through Sometimes I’ve assumed a large accident completely emptied my bladder and don’t check. Then a second large accident less than thirty minutes later prove me wrong. All except the “not triggers” have happened to me. The more obvious triggers happen much less often than others. Probably, that’s way more triggers than most people have. If I’d made this list in my late teens, I would probably started wearing pulls sooner and more consistently. Your wetting triggers?
  2. Hello everyone! Here is where I will update my regular experiences, videos, photos, stories and any new content so everyone has a main thread to follow if they want to! I will update in this thread anytime I have anything new, like videos, photos, experiences etc! ****** ****** For anyone that doesnt know me, my name is Alice! I am a 26 year old British girl with a genuine passion for wetting myself, and peeplay and experimenting with different outfits and new ways to enjoy some kinky wet fun. I'm a short, 5ft 2, blonde girl and sometimes quite shy, but I like to share my experiences with wetting myself because it's a part of me that brings me so much joy, happiness and is also a huge turn on for me and my boyfriend Dave. We have been together for 8 years now and we live together, but I also like watching other girls wet their pants too and think I maybe a little bi or at least curious about that side of me, too. I first got into wetting when I was just 18 when me and my boyfriend first started dating. I discovered his fetish for seeing girls wet their pants by accident only a few weeks into dating, so I was super curious and thought "this sounds really hot". So I kept insinuating that I would be prepared to do it after I watched a fair few videos of other girls online. So eventually I did try it. I laid on my back in bed, put a towel under my butt, and let him watch me pee my pink panties. It felt incredible! And it was such a turn on for me to just lay there and wet myself on purpose while he watched. He was obviously very turned on abd we had an amazing time that night if you know what I mean and it gave me a lot of confidence! I wet myself a further 3 times that night, in my panties, naked, and on him and it the most erotic, passionate night I've ever experienced! It lit something up inside me and I kept thinking about it again and again, and there is just something about it that makes me feel like a really naughty girl. Like innocent, but very kinky at the same time. I also love that wonderful sense of relief, and that forbidden, sudden warmth that spreads in my crotch or under my butt, or all down my legs when I'm in tight jeans. There is just nothing else like it! It makes me feel like a bad girl peeing in naughty places too, and it is my biggest turn on! I do it regularly now whenever I get the chance, and love trying it in different, fun and exciting ways! It turns me on more than pretty much anything else now! I think I've always thought it was hot even before I was 18, but never experimented with it sexually until I met Dave. I have never been ashamed of this kink either, its just a part of me and my boyfriend (Dave), and we have always been so open and experimental with it and both enjoy it so much! I would much rather wet myself than go to the toilet most days if I could, but I also know this isn't always practical in real life . We have talked about sharing some things online every now and then over the years, and in fact we actually did post a video of me wetting my Jean's in bed back in 2015, but I wanted to share my experiences now and bring a bit of joy to others too, and show everyone that there is nothing wrong with peeing your pants for pleasure, and that it can be an amazing thing to do! I enjoy going out on beautiful country walks and drives too, and love exploring. And it's also super fun to film my naughty exploits when we do this! I hope you all enjoy my content, and please feel free to comment, share your opinions, ask me questions, or just lurk and enjoy the free content if you want. Anything I make from sales from my paid videos is going to go towards some new outfits and jeans to wet, so I can keep making some videos and experiment some more and have a little fun. Big love, Alice ❤❤❤❤
  3. In a hopefully near future: It was a beautiful day. Not only was the weather amazing, it had also been the first day in ages with a normal work schedule. Typically, Liz was not the biggest fan of Mondays but an eternity of home office made her crave for a normal day at the lab she was working at. The anti-corona-restrictions were finally eased starting this week. All shops and businesses were open again and Liz hoped that everything would go back to normal from now on. She had been laying in the gras at the near by lake reading her new book since her shift was over. Reading has always been a big hobby of Liz but during the mostly boring time of social distancing it had advanced to new dimensions. She grabbed her gym bottle to take a sip but then realized that it was already empty. "HUh?!", she thought surprised. This >2 L-monster of a bottle usually lasted her the hole day and she remembered filling it all the way up just before leaving work about four hours ago. But today she had been more physically and mentally active and more productive than probably the hole last week combined. It seemed like her body was demanding more "fuel". "Well, makes sense ", Liz said to herself and went on reading. About 15 min later the alarm she wisely had set in case she would forget the time went off. "Reading can make you lose track of all the real world stuff, I guess." She packed all her stuff in her backpack, picked up her bike and went off to the city. It was already past eight but it was still warm enough for her to comfortably ride without a jacket. The wind was playing with the hem of her knee-long dress she really liked, and Liz was in an awesome mood. Even though it had been a long day she was feeling energized and happy. Her plan was to head home just to grab something to eat and then go the gym which was finally open again, too! But when she had to stop at a red light, an advertisement caught her eye. Instead of following the street further into the city, Liz took a left and came to a hold in front of "Lin´s Temple of inner Peace". The advertisement that sparked her curiosity earlier stated: "We´re back! Choose your favorite massage to leave the Corona-Stress behind. Discounts await!" In all of the 29 years of her life Liz never had a professional massage. She was definitely curious. This could be the opportunity to turn a great day into a truly special day. Usually Liz was not of the spontaneous type but usually she didn´t enjoy Mondays either. It just wasn´t a usual day today. All the possibilities that were limited during lock down were now back to embrace. "Nothing to lose, let´s go!" She locked her bike at a lantern close by and walked to the entry of the massage salon. But the door was already locked. Liz was about to go back to her bike when she saw a young woman with blond hair about her size walk into the reception room through the door window. She waved to Liz, grabbed the keys and opened up. "Good evening, how can I help you?" "Hello, uhm. I wanted to get a massage but I see it is already past closing time. Sorry, I didn´t want to disturb you," Liz answered. "You know what, you can come in if you want. The past months were pretty tough, we almost went out of business and we are literally thankful for every single customer." "Please don´t put yourself to any bother on my account, really. I assume it was a very busy day for you and I can.." The blond woman smiled and invitingly opened the door wide. "No worries, today´s your lucky day. I mostly managed appointments and stuff while my boss did all the massages today. We only have one massage room. She is home now and I am just preparing everything for tomorrow. I am almost eager to get a massage in since it has been so long, to be honest. So feel free to come in. I´m Jess by the way." Liz felt some sympathy for the bubbly masseuse. She seemed so happy to finally be able again to pursue her job she obviously really liked. She assumed Jess to be at least five years younger than herself. Jess was quiet attractive standing there in a black top and leggings smiling and looking at her in anticipation. Liz didn´t want to ruin this nice girl´s evening and also wanted to try out a massage. "Thank you so much", Liz said and entered. "You´re so welcome! Just give me two minutes to get the ambience right in the massage room. Take a seat, I will be back in a sec!" Jess rushed of. "She is more excited to give a massage than I am to get one", Liz thought in amusement and sat down to read a flyer with massage info. But as she sat down the most immediate info did not come from the flyer but from her bladder. She needed a wee. She stood up and walked through a dark red curtain into a small corridor were Jess disappeared earlier. To her right she discovered a door with 'WC' on it, entered and locked the door. It wasn´t just a WC but a tidy proper bathroom. She pulled down her panties, gathered her dress and sat on the toilet. The last time she went had been at work shortly before leaving. With all the water she had drunk since then it was no wonder she had to go. So she peed and it was lots. The sheer amount made Liz ask herself how she didn´t realize any urge earlier. Maybe it was because at the lake she had been so distracted by her book and the few minutes on the bike had been too short of a time to pick up on the need. When she was done with her business Liz left the toilet and went back into the reception room. Jess was not back yet so Liz picked up the flyer again and started reading. It had an overview for all kinds of different types of massages offered there. Liz read through the descriptions but was undecided. The flyer also stated that it was important to go into a massage relaxed – "Well, I sure am now" – and well hydrated. Liz decided that since it had been a warm day, she could definitely use a glass of water or two. Fortunately, there was a water dispenser right next to the reception. Liz was finishing her fourth cup when Jess returned. "Sorry, that took a little longer than expected. We´re all set now! Ah, I hope the water is not too warm yet, I already had unplugged the machine, sorry about that." "Still nice and cold", Liz replied. "Ah, good. And have you decided what kind of massage you want?" "Well, I´m quite clueless when it comes to massages because I never had one." "Hmm, I see", Jess said. "In that case I would suggest our classic full body massage where every body part gets some attention so you feel relaxed from head to toe afterwards. It is my personal favorite and it is also great value. It takes over one hour. Or do you not have so much time?" "That´s not an issue for me but uuhm… I have another question. From what I learnt from this flyer you are typically naked during a massage. I have to admit I´m kind of shy." The last time Liz got butt-naked in front of someone seemed ages ago. And it hadn´t been in front of a stranger also. "Don´t you worry, you will be lying on your front most of the time I will always keep your lower private parts covered with a towel anyway. If you feel more comfy that way you can always just keep your underwear on. In the end this is about you enjoying and relaxing. I do recommend removing the bra though, so nothing is in the way on your back", Jess replied calmly and professionally. "Well, a full body massage sounds good then. I´m excited!" "Excellent choice. Don´t worry about the payment now, we can just handle it afterwards. If you go through the curtain the massage room is just straight ahead and there is a toilet to the right. Feel free to get comfortable on the massage table and relax. Everything is prepared and I will follow you in a moment." Liz nodded and went through the corridor and entered the massage room. The atmosphere was beautiful. The room had some plants and Zen garden elements, the temperature was warm but not hot and it was not too humid. There was a decent scent that reminded Liz of a forest. She stepped out of her sandals, pulled her dress over her head and undid her bra. She hesitated for a second. "Maybe it would make a neater impression if I had a turbo shower and went fully naked?" She checked her light blue satin fullbacks. No concerns there and Jess also had assured her that it would not be a problem, so Liz decided to keep her panties on. She climbed on the table and laid down on her stomach with her face in the cavity for the head. Just laying there with her eyes shut and listening to the calming music in the background already had a relaxing effect on Liz. She felt like she was slowly sinking down more and more into the cushioning of the table. She almost didn´t notice Jess coming in. "Is everything all right? Ready to start?" Liz answered yes. Jess put a towel over her lower body and explained: "I will start working on your upper back, neck and shoulders. If the pressure is to soft or to hard, if you feel any discomfort or pain or if there is just something you just don´t like, please tell me. It is your first massage and I want to make it a good one. This is done the easiest if you help me by communicating. Other than that, just enjoy!" The next thing Liz felt were Jess´s warm hands rubbing oil over her back in gentle and fluid motions. After only a few moments of Jess massaging her neck and shoulders Liz knew that she would be able to fully relax for the next hour. Jess was in charge now and there was nothing for her to do except receive and enjoy. Jess´s firm grip and her soft voice had already built all the necessary trust. "Is the pressure ok?" "Yeah, very pleasant", Liz whispered back. Jess´s hands were stronger than Liz had thought from first glance. The time seemed to slow down for her while Jess massaged her upper back alternating between spreading motions and kneading techniques. Her breath became slow and deep and Liz was sinking more and more into relaxation. For her, it was similar to the moment just before you fall asleep in your cozy bed after a fulfilled day but better. Thoughts came and went. There was no harm here, she was protected. Only good vibes. Liz dozed while Jess was practicing her craft. Liz hadn´t quite noticed the transition but she realized that Jess was now massaging her feet and her back was covered under a towel. She couldn´t tell how long she had been laying on the table at this point. There was this feeling. Very familiar and yet different. Owing Liz´s current state of mind it was not at all unpleasant. "Communication is key", Liz remembered Jess emphasizing at the start and thus mumbled: "I need to pee." Jess was running her thumbs over the soles of Liz´s foot, slowly came to a halt and rested her palms on Liz´s calves. "Well, we´re just about halfway through. I recommend having a short break then. No problem. What do you think?", Jess asked softly. Liz was not fully awake but understood Jess´s words. "Noou", she mumbled. All she was craving in that moment were more rubs and strokes, more physical attention to her body. And unlike in previous scenarios where such a pressure level in her bladder had made her desperate, it didn´t really bother her now. From all the emotions, thoughts and sensations Liz only allowed the positives to affect her. "Uhm, so do you want me to continue?" "Oh yeah.." Liz audibly exhaled when Jess slowly went on with the massage now working her left leg. "This is pure bliss, really", Liz said. "I´m glad you like it." The massage went on and Liz subconsciously felt Jess´s hands, sometimes only fingers, pressing and gripping and stroking. She couldn´t help but moan from time to time not from pain but from enjoyment. She felt so safe that she started to slide away again. A soft voice called her back. Something had changed. The warm hands were on her back again, just resting. It was Jess´s voice: "We´re done with arms and hands. That finishes up the first cycle of the routine. If you can recall a special technique from before you want me to repeat or have a specific body part in mind you want me to lay a focus on, please just tell me. If not, I will continue with some more attention to your back, maybe some deeper work. And then feet again." Arms and hands? Liz couldn´t remember that part but feeling into them, her arms and hands were absolutely smooth and felt light. "Sss perfect", Liz whispered. For a few moments Liz enjoyed it to actively track Jess´s tough on her back. "Between my shoulder blades… nice and deep… going down slowly, uhhuuh almost butt." She smiled. But Liz couldn´t focus for too long, her face fully relaxed again and she felt like sinking another half a centimeter into the towels. While the massage was not sexual in any way, Jess hadn´t said a thing in this regard and the situation was vastly different from her masturbating as there was not this tension in her body, Liz found herself turned on. She didn´t ponder about this and also didn´t judge. She just observed and enjoyed. The same with this other feeling, her fullness. Again, Liz lost her sense of time. "I have to pee." Liz said this in a hushed tone as if she was talking to herself not really expecting an answer. "You still have a good 15 minutes left. You can go to the toilet and then hop back on." Jess already had pulled the towel from Liz´s lower body over her back, so that she could cover her breast when sitting up. But Liz said: "Noou, don´t wanna get up." "So, you want me to go on?" There was a bit of confusion in Jess´s voice. "Yes, please", Liz mumbled. "Do you want to turn around and lay on your back? Or I could slide a rolled towel under your hips to take some pressure of that critical area", Jess suggested. Liz just lifted her butt a few inches from the table and seconds later felt a soft rolled-up towel slip in between her lap and the massage table. Jess asked: "Are you comfy? Are you sure you want me to go on?" "Yes, please." Jess left Liz´s upper body covered and started working her feet. She treated the right ankle joint carefully moving Liz´s foot from flexed to stretched position and back, then switching to the left one. Then Jess´s thumbs were stroking her sole again in circular motion. Then some rounds of pressing, holding and relaxing at some specific points. While Jess repeated this, Liz not only felt the tough at her feet but there were responses all over her body. At one point she felt light as if she was floating and only moments later found herself very connected with the table again. Despite having her eyes closed Liz became much more aware of her surroundings. Her breath was going slowly and deeply. The music went from blurred back round sound to acoustical stimulation with elements to explore like the slow and gentle melody of a panpipe or waves breaking in the distance. Without a particular intention Liz observed and embraced all the sensations coming down on her. Her bladder was full. She experienced a flow of clarity going through her mind. Liz was suddenly certain that if she would pee now it would only add to her relaxation. There was a rolled-up towel just underneath her, no harm would be done. Surely her masseuse Jess had put it there solely for this purpose. Without any hesitation Liz let loose. "I´m going." Liz heard her own voice as if somebody else was talking. She could feel herself emptying and her pussy getting wet and warm at the same time. There was some mild hissing. Jess was still stroking her feet, alternating from one to the other. Liz quietly moaned. She felt good. Happy. Sheltered. Finally, her well slowly ebbed away. A few last dribbles then she was done. Liz didn´t try to reclaim control but just lay there with every muscle in her body totally relaxed. So, she occasionally leaked through her panties into the towel while Jess finished the massage. Liz didn´t mind. Only good vibes. After what must have been about 15 minutes but to Liz felt way longer the massage came to an end and Jess softly said: "All right, we´re slowly coming to an end here. I hope you enjoyed. I will leave now. You can relax for another moment or two and then meet me at the reception. Take your time." "Gotcha." After Jess had left Liz started to move her arms and legs slowly coming back to normal. She sat up on the table and after a few seconds got on her feet. "Well, that was something to do", she thought to herself. She was a bit exhausted but her body felt great and her skin was oh-so-smooth. She felt like she had just lost ten pounds. With a big smile on her face she stretched with her arms over her head. Her wet panties were now a bit cold and were clinging to her private parts. She had peed in them. During her massage. Thinking about it now, Liz could feel blood stream to her face in a wave of embarrassment. The last time Liz had wet herself she had been in Kindergarten. She pulled her panties down to her knees. They were visibly drenched and not only at the front. The wetness had made its way a fair distance over the bottom as well. Jess must have noticed, there was no way she wouldn´t have. But Liz´s embarrassment couldn´t prevail for long because of the deep relaxation she just had experienced. "It has happened, nothing to do about it now", Liz thought and stepped out of her panties. She put on her bra and dress, stepped into her sandals, grabbed her backpack from the chair she had placed her stuff on and left. Before stepping through the curtain into the reception room Liz took a deep breath. But there was no use in delaying it. Also Jess politely hadn´t commented on the incident during the massage and, to Liz, came across as an overall nice person. "Ah, there you are already." Jess was sitting behind the reception. "Listen, I want to apologize. I don´t even know…" "Hey, don´t worry about it too much. Nothing a quick rinse couldn´t fix. So, don´t shame yourself! I certainly won´t. Stuff can happen, you know. Hopefully you still enjoyed the massage." "Very much. Thank you. And thank you for being so kind", Liz replied relieved. Liz payed for the massage and gave a generous tip. She had to persuade Jess to keep it. The young masseuse finally smiled and accepted. "Well, thank you very much. Have a great week and maybe till next time!" "Yeah, maybe. You too. Goodbye!", Liz said. Then she left. She unlocked her bike and got ready to go. It was just before sunset. There was barely any traffic. Birds were singing. She crossed the street, got on her bike and started pedaling. Only when she felt the pleasant sensation of sitting down on her leather saddle which was almost hot from the last sunrays of the day Liz realized that she had forgotten her panties in the massage room. Her wet pissy panties. There again was a short wave of embarrassment but her inner peace very quickly returned. There was no going back now. "What a day", Liz thought to herself. The End
  4. Last night I got home from work desperate (as usual), but my roommate was in the shower. Decided to film what happened. https://drive.google.com/open?id=1XF4s1YUAjPKDvEQpQu3lnuCm-ULki1is
  5. Hello, everyone, I have a new story. This one's gonna be a bit different from my usual ones, and is much slower paced than the others. This first chapter contains desperation and fear wetting, but later ones will involve messing as well. Any feedback is always appreciated, and I hope you guys enjoy. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “So this path here will get us there faster?” Hazel asked. “Faster than most,” Alma replied. Their horse-drawn carriage rattled along the cobblestone path. The old, rickety wheels squeaking in protest at the movement. Hazel’s eyes scanned the treeline surrounding them. Tall oak trees surrounded them, creating an almost impenetrable-looking forest wall. Hazel’s heart skipped a beat as a sudden bout of claustrophobia surged through her. “... And, where did you learn about this path?” Hazel continued her questioning, still staring off into the forest. “At the tavern, just before we left Westacre,” Alma pointed her thumb behind them, gesturing to the town they’d set out from earlier that day, “A traveler recommended this road, said it would get us over to Arnwick twice as fast as any other path,”. “Did he perhaps mention if this path was… safe?” Hazel managed to keep most of her concern out of her voice, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong with this place. “Most paths aren’t,” Alma answered flatly. While her left hand continued to clutch the reins, her right one hoisted up her elegant crossbow, “That is why I’m carrying this,” Hazel’s eyes fell to the quiver that was full almost to bursting with crossbow bolts. What little daylight remained danced off the silver heads of the bolts. Silver, she thought, so she’s expecting more than just wolves. Alma turned her head slightly, just enough to glance at Hazel, her expressionless face changed to a calm smile, “I do this sort of thing for a living, Hazy. I haven’t been killed yet, and I’m sure as hell not gonna let you get killed on your first outing” Hazel looked into Alma’s pale blue eyes, and she believed her. Alma had been a hunter for many years, and she was damn good at it. She had also once been Hazel’s best and closest friend, until circumstance had driven them apart six years ago. Only two weeks ago had the two rekindled their friendship. Hazel had expected the two would practically be strangers after so much time apart, but the moment they started talking, it was as though they hadn’t been apart for more than a day. Hazel was further comforted as she inspected her friend’s apparel and equipment. The differences in their career choices were evident just from a single glance. Alma wore a black, wide-brimmed hat, a dark brown leather coat that reached halfway down her thighs, a crimson shirt, and black pants. A cross necklace dangled near her modest breasts. Years-old scrapes, tears, and claw marks dotted her coat. More than a few knives were sheathed on her belt. And Hazel knew that, though Alma’s clothes hid them, her physique was nothing to scoff at. Her brown hair was pulled into a loose bun behind, leaving some strands free, and allowing for a clear view of her hardened facial features, which had been slightly tanned from her time in the sun. She looked every bit the demon-killer that she was. Hazel, by comparison, looked frightfully plain. Almost ironically memorable by virtue of being so forgettable. At least, by her own judgment- Alma and several others had insisted that she was being too hard on herself, but Hazel was unconvinced. Her blonde hair hung just past her shoulders, whipping ceaselessly about in the wind. She had the clean, unmarred face and hands of someone who’d never had to struggle for much. Her bright, green eyes stood out against the paleness of her face. Her small frame was covered by a dark red dress with black adorning its edges. It was old enough that she didn’t mind it getting dirty, and loose enough that she could run easily if she had to. She was nearly twenty-four years old, yet she still had an air of almost childlike innocence about her. Issues of her own confidence aside, she was reassured by her friend’s presence. Alma was the type of person to rise to any challenge, who would face any foe and not back down. Hazel felt that she, herself, was more the type to piss herself and hide if things got truly dangerous. Speaking of pissing, Hazel was beginning to feel the urge to relieve herself. She wondered how Alma handled this when she was out here, all alone. Surely, she couldn’t just stop a hunt, or leave her client behind to go water the grass. Did she just have to hold it? What did she do once she just… couldn’t anymore? Hazel chuckled lightly at the thought of this brave monster hunter having to wet her pants, then continue her job like nothing happened. What if she had to do worse? At any rate, she didn’t want to force Alma to stop the carriage for her, so she kept her mouth shut for the moment. To distract herself from her growing needs, she thought back to her home that she was leaving behind in Westacre. She couldn’t even remember the last time she’d ventured beyond the boundaries of her home town. But monster attacks had reduced the traders and caravans coming in to a trickle, and she worried that the town would soon be dried up. It was a stroke of luck that she had reacquainted with Alma, who was extremely well-versed in braving the wilderness. The two agreed upon a plan to travel to Arnwick, a popular town that wasn't going away any time soon. She envisioned the lovely shop she would own in Arnwick, getting to know the new people, getting to try all the local flavors. It was a trivial thing to be excited over, but she was excited nonetheless. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Night had come. The two had made camp just off the road. Almost immediately, Alma had made a ring of salt around the camp. When Hazel had asked why, Alma answered that it would keep the beasts away, otherwise something would likely attack them in the night. Her answer had been quick and to-the-point, but it was nonetheless enough to frighten Hazel into holding her urine even longer. She didn’t wish to venture past the salt-line and into the dangerous woods to relieve herself, but she also didn’t wish to piss on the ground right in front of her old friend. So it was that she came to be inside of their tent with Alma sleeping soundly beside her. Hazel, however, was not asleep. She was lying on her side with both of her hands pressed into her womanhood. Her mind was racing as she weighed her options. She was mere moments from completely pissing herself and, at this distance, pissing on Alma as well. She really didn’t want to do that, but if she just peed outside the tent, Alma could wake up and find her in the middle of the act. And, of course, to venture beyond the salt-line… Of her three options, two were utterly humiliating, and one was potentially deadly. A quick psssshhh sound, accompanied by a sudden warmth at her crotch and on her hands made her blood run cold. She had just peed a little. She had to make up her mind quickly, or else her body would happily decide for her. She groaned internally, before forcing herself to rise, and walk outside the tent. She held herself tightly through her short, white nightgown, yet even so, every step threatened to be her last dry one. She hitched up the hem of her gown, and hooked her thumbs into her panties, preparing to lower them. Glancing back, she noticed Alma stirring slightly in her sleep. She would surely awaken at the noise that Hazel would make. Another quick spurt escaped from her, warming her groin once more. This time, however, she could feel a bead of wetness trickling down her right thigh. Groaning aloud this time, she moved for the salt-line. I just need a minute- less really! She thought, with great desperation, Just need to find a tree, empty myself, and come back, nice and simple! Once she was far away enough that she was sure Alma would not hear her urinating, she lowered her panties and squatted. Her body didn’t need any convincing to release its pent-up liquids. She sighed with deep, genuine relief as her pee splashed against the dirt and grass. The hissing sound dominated the otherwise quiet forest. She glanced down to inspect the damage to her underwear, and grimaced at the wet patch, a few inches in diameter. The white fabric had turned somewhat see-through. She would have to ensure that she was the one to wash their clothes, lest Alma happen upon her pissed-in panties. Hazel heard a sudden noise behind her. Nothing so simple as the snap of a twig, or the rustling of branches. It was a horrible, sucking sound, one that seemed to echo, despite being fairly quiet. Whatever the wind must sound like in Hell, she was sure it was a similar kind of sound. She was petrified with fright. Her hairs stood on end, and her bladder continued to empty, showing no signs of stopping, or even slowing. An eerie, iridescent greenish-blue light illuminated the forest around her, and the horrible, echoing sound was closer now. Shaking like a leaf, she blinked away tears. She felt an emptiness in her gut that made her feel like she going to vomit. She knew what this was: Fear. True fear. She’d been afraid before, or at least thought she had, but she had never known real terror like this. The echoing sound was so close, now, just behind the tree she was squatting near. She took as deep a breath as she could, yanked her panties back up, and sprinted back towards the camp. The light and the bone chilling sound it produced took off after her. She didn’t dare turn her head to look at it. She rushed through branches and bushes, feeling them tear her gown and cut into her flesh. She felt something else, despite her attempts to ignore it: hot urine coursing down her thighs. In the back of her mind, she realized that she had never stopped peeing, even after she had yanked her underwear back up. With each frantic step, droplets of piss were flung from her legs, which were steaming in the chill night air. Her movements had caused the pee to run in erratic rivulets all down her legs, and her panties were soaked from front to back. The wetness had even reach the front and back of her gown. She tried to call out for Alma, but she could not find her voice, only frightened whimpers emerged. Finally, after what felt like hours of running, she crossed back over the line of salt. If Alma was right, the creature should follow her past it. The combination of fear and exhaustion caused Hazel to trip, and her hand slammed down into the pots they’d use to cook the night’s meal. The metal instruments were flung about, making quite a lot of noise, but Hazel wasn’t the least bit interested in them. She rolled over, now laying on her back, then sat up. At long last, she saw the creature that had chased her. It looked like a man, but his flesh was rotted, and cloaked in a bright, greenish-blue light. A ghost, no doubt. Hazel had heard they haunted the forests, but she had never seen one. It just floated there, glaring hungrily at the girl. It seemed Alma was right about them not being able to pass the salt-line. Staring at the frightful creature, she felt the last of her urine trickle out of her, the warmth seeping into her bottom, then pooling below her. Most of her urine had passed, so her puddle was only a few inches across. In the blink of an eye, the flaps to the tent had flown open, and Alma emerged. She had clearly just been shaken from her sleep, and was only wearing her black bra and panties, along with her coat that had very hastily been thrown on. Her powerful, rippling muscles wound up and down her body, and her hair hung loose around her head. Her eyes darted from Hazel to the spirit, seeming to take in the situation almost instantly. Alma reached inside the tent, and retrieved her crossbow and a silver bolt. Faster than Hazel thought possible, the weapon was loaded and aimed at the ghost. Alma didn’t hesitate even for a second before letting the bolt fly. Unlike any other weapon would have done, the silver bolt penetrated into the ghost, jutting out of the spirit just as though it had struck flesh. Giving off an echoing howl, the spirit writhed in agony, then dissipated entirely. The bolt remained levitating in the air for a brief moment, then plummeted back down to earth. “Hazy, what did you-” Alma began sternly, but stopped as Hazel’s tear-filled eyes looked up at her. After a moment of silence, the hunter settled on saying “Are you alright?”. Hazel didn’t bother to see if her voice had returned, she just nodded. Alma lowered her hand, and offered it to Hazel. The moment that she was on her feet again, Hazel collapsed into Alma, wrapping her arms around her tightly, “Alma...” she choked out between sobs, “I was so… so scared...” Alma awkwardly returned the hug, trying to stabilize her friend, “I know, I know, but it’s okay now,”. Once Hazel had come to her senses, she realized that the pee-soaked cloth of her gown and panties had been pressed up against Alma’s thigh. She broke off the hug, and took a step back, embarrassedly covering the wet patch with her hands. Alma’s eyes followed the movement until they reached her crotch. Throwing her arm over Hazel’s shoulder, Alma lead her friend towards their supplies, “Let’s get you changed, then you need to rest,”. Hazel continued to lean into her friend for support until they retrieved a box that contained some spare clothes from the parked carriage. Alma averted her eyes, giving her some privacy. Hazel was ashamed as she realized how easy the whole situation could have been. Instead, she’d risked her life to try and stave off some embarrassment, and failed anyway. After a couple of minutes, Hazel emerged from the carriage, now wearing a clean set of underwear and a fresh gown. Her misery must have been pretty obvious, as Alma stopped her on their walk back to the tent. Next to each other, the hunter stood almost a full head taller than Hazel. Her face once again shifted to that warm smile, “Don’t look so sad, Hazel. This sort of thing happens all the time,” Hazel dared to meet her friend’s gaze, “Even to someone like you?” Hazel asked in harsh, skeptical voice. “What, you think I’ve never pissed my pants before? Never shit my pants before?” The hunter smiled earnestly, “Hazy, I fight those things almost every day. I’ve soiled more pairs of pants than you could count,”. Hazel looked away from her friend, eyeing the dirt. She felt a strong hand clasp her shoulder, then heard Alma speak again, “You are so hard on yourself, and you don’t deserve even a word of things I know you think about yourself,” Hazel felt more tears coming to her eyes, “I’ve never seen anyone want to be a better person more than you, Hazy; and that’s why I know that you’ve got what it takes to do this. That’s why I know you’ll come out of this just fine, and be stronger for it. That’s why...” she paused until Hazel looked her directly in the eyes, “That’s why I know that you’ll come out of this as a better person. Because you always do, even if you never realize it,”. Once again, Hazel hugged her friend tightly as she wept, although this time under much happier circumstances. The two returned to bed; Hazel was physically and mentally exhausted, and Alma was eager to return to sleep. They would need their energy for the road ahead. The journey to Arnwick had only just begun.
  6. PPP

    Squatting Cerberus

    Well, this didn't take long.
  7. Jailor Eckman

    Commission 11

    From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    The second of two new commissions from @Hyde --- Both featuring the same girl in two different poses!
  8. This is a fan-fiction of the anime "My Next Life as a Villainess: All Routes lead to Doom!" an Anime which I cannot recommend enough. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mary was walking along the academia’s paths, her elegant orange dress scraping the stones under her. Before coming, he had checked, and Keith was currently inside class. It was so hard for her to spend quality time with Catarina these days, between all of her suitors. But now, Catarina was all by herself, and now Mary was bringing her vegetables, seeds, and a special diuretic-spiked water bottle. If all went well, Mary would comfort the wet and crying Catarina, and maybe even… Mary got warmer below her stomach. She couldn’t think of that now or she’d be distracted. She got to Catarina’s small garden field, where she was working energetically with a hoe. Looking up from her work, she saw Mary on the path; she smiled and waved at her. “Mary! What brings you here?” she asked enthusiastically. “Oh, I wanted to come by and visit you” she offered her basket, “I saw you hard at work and brought you some seeds for your garden and some water since you must be thirsty.” Catarina smiled widely. “Aw, thanks, Mary.” Thirsty from her work, Katarina a girly drink from the bottle. After she put it down, Katerina picked up her whole again and got back to work, planting the seeds and vegetables that Mary had brought her. “Say, Catarina, why do you work so hard at your farming even now that we’re at school?” “Well,” said Catarina, not stopping, “you’ve gotta be ready for anything. Farming could come in handy one day.” Remembering something, she asked, “So, Mary, is there anyone you like yet? How’s your relationship with Alan?” Mary looked fondly Catarina, “Well, he’s nice, but in all honesty, I like you.” “Hehe” That’s nice, but not what I meant. Soon, Catarina began shifting her legs, and eventually she put down her hoe gingerly. “Catarina,” Mary asekd innocently, “Is something wrong?” “I’m fine, Mary. I just need to go to the ladie’s.” Mary grew excited. “Well, Catarina, how about…” Just then, Mary heard Keith’s voice calling for Catarina. Shoot, he must have gotten out of class! Quickly, Mary Crab Catarina and pushed her towards the large tool said that was always near the fields. Catarina, surprised by this, accidentally squirted into her pants, the diuretic taking effect. They both went into the shed, Catarina desperate to hold her self now. As Mary closed the door behind them, Catarina began squirting uncontrollably into her panties, and she quickly took of her undergarments and squatted, peeing into the dirt. “Sorry, Catarina, it was just…” She turned quiet, and red, when she saw Catarina urinating so openly in front of her. Mary’s heart and breathing sped up, and she looked stunned at her love interest’s crotch. Finally, Catarina stopped peeing. “Ah…” She looked up. “Sorry Mary, I really had to go. Do you have something that I can use?” “Oh, uh, sure.” She handed over her handkerchief, and Catarina rubbed herself with it. Dressing, Catarina got up again and gave the handkerchief back. “Sorry about that.” She hugged Mary and pulled apart. “You’re a great friend.” “Uh, yeah.” After Mary and Catarina had left, later that night in her room, dressed lightly in pajamas, Mary locked her door and flopped on her queen-size bed. Grabbing her handkerchief from her night table, she smelled it fondly. It still smelled like Catarina’s pee. Mary remembered, warmly, how Catarina had looked so relieved to pee freely, and how… Soon, Mary couldn’t take it anymore and began rubbing her crotch. It felt good, and she rubbed harder. No one was around to hear her orgasm loudly.
  9. The bladder buster cruise Chapter 1: Setting sail It had been a month since Lilli had seen the advert pop up on the side of her browser. At the time she had thought it had to be a joke, “Go pee free, for a free cruise”. She wasn’t sure what had made her click on the advert, maybe it was curiosity to what it might mean, or maybe it was simply the words free cruise. As a recent university graduate she didn’t have much cash to splash, so if she could get a free cruise she was interested. Now standing at the port, her shoulder length drown hair swirling around her face she couldn’t hide her excitement. “Can you believe it, a free cruise!” She yelled, throwing both hands into the air. The sound of the waves lapping against the walls of the port interspersed with the squawks of seagulls enjoying the late morning sunshine. “You realise its only free if one of us doesn’t pee right?” A huskier voiced woman next to her said. With one hand on her hip the black-haired woman didn’t look quite as happy about the arrangement as her taller friend. “Oh shush Janet, its still a cruise” A third voice shot back. It owner was currently stepping out of a cab that had just pulled up. “Sasha!” The three young women cried embracing in a group hug. “Jesus its windy out here, I don’t know why I spent so much time on my hair this morning.” “Ever the style guru Sasha” Lilli responded, their hug ending as Sasha's long auburn hair whipped around in the sea air. They had been friends since childhood but Lilli had always felt like the nerdy girl taken in by the beautiful popular one. Her average build and tomboyish tendencies combined with the biggest braces you had ever seen made school life a little difficult for her. But thankfully her and Sasha had hit it off in PE (Physical ed), with neither of them really wanting to do it. Slowly jogging or mostly walking around at the back of the pack during track days gave them plenty of time to talk. She had been pleasantly surprised at just how nice Sasha was, initially thinking of her as another airhead beauty. It turned out that despite her flaming red hair, picture perfect smile and blemish free skin she was actually pretty down to earth. Thankfully since those days the braces had been removed and Lilli had somewhat blossomed into a beautiful girl next door type. A small silver nose ring and large tattoo of an octopus on her shoulder the only signs of the rebelliousness phase she had as a teenager. That and her lasting friendship with Janet who despite people teasing her for her old person name was the same age as the others. She had joined Lilli and Sasha’s school just before her GCSE’s and found herself in all the same classes the others two had chosen, it seemed they all had similar interests. “So where is that blonde bombshell sister of yours Lilli?” Sasha asked “She is up at the check in place getting the boarding passes” “Check in place” Sasha laughed, ”you mean the port authority?” “Alright, if you want to use your fancy words.” “So are you guys ready for this?” Janet asked, her uneasiness easy to pick up on. “Totally” Lilli responded. “We have nothing to worry about and we can totally win a pee holding contest between us, plus we have Barbara who I’ve never seen desperate to pee even after a full night of partying.” “Yeah my sister is our secret weapon. But anyway it’s a cruise, it’ll probably be full of old people and even you should be able to beat them” Lilli said, a smile on her face as she elbowed Janet in the ribs gently. Janet knew she didn’t have the strongest bladder, it wasn’t necessarily weak but she doubted she would win the contest by herself. But thankfully Lilli and Sasha were right, Barbara could go toe to toe with a dozen people on a night out and seemed to never take a pee break. Even that time when she lost 4 beer pong games in a row, refusing to leave until she won. “The gangs all here then” came a shout from behind them. Lili's sister was casually walking towards them, hands full of paper “Sorry it took so long, there were a load of other things they had to make me sign. But anyway, here are your boarding passes ladies” she said handing them out. “And here is what looks like a book of free drink tickets which is a result and.... an itinerary thing for today. Oh but be careful with those passes, the guy at the desk said not to mark or bend them otherwise we might forfeit our chance at the free cruise.” Grabbing their bags the four women made their way up to pier 9 and boarded the cruise ship that would be their home for the next 7 days. “So apparently we have a briefing in about 5 minutes in the dining hall area, which is….that away” Lilli said, pointing them towards the front of the ship. Walking down the long corridors the group couldn’t help but notice that the ship was not filled with old people, but mainly people their own age or slightly older. It seemed the offer of a free cruise in exchange of a bathroom visit attracted a certain type of person. The realisation worried Janet who was starting to think this might turn out to be harder than they had first thought. The noise of a tropical steel drum helped direct them to the dining room where rows of seats had been set up. A tall man in a captains outfit stood at the front of the ship, flanked by a pair of beautiful women in blue and white suits. Greeting them and the other passengers they were asked to take a seat and soon the room began to fill. a few minutes passed before the captain picked up a microphone, tapping it twice the booming noise quieted the excitable guests. “Greetings and welcome aboard. My name Captain Hammond and I will be giving your briefing today. Now im sure you are all aware of the special that was on offer for this cruise, and I will now go through he rules and procedures of it. Please pay attention, I don’t want anyone to get disqualified early.” “All of you should have a boarding pass that looks like this” He said holding up a blank copy. "Not only is this your boarding pass but also your bathroom pass. The first time that each of you visits a bathroom we will stamp the left-hand side of your pass like this.” Bending down to a small table he picked up a large rubber stamp, inked it and marked the page. A large black mark was applied to the page with the word "Voided" in its centre. “This will mark your loss of the competition and rule you out of the free cruise. Additionally you will receive a similar stamp on the back of your left hand to make it easier for us and other guests to identify who is still competing." “You should all have also received one of these red booklets. These are free drink vouchers, they can be used for yourself or on others.” A few confused murmurs went through the crowd. “These vouchers can be given out by and to anyone without a black mark on their hand i.e anyone who is still competing. Each person on this cruise has 10 free drink cards that you can redeem at any establishment. Refusal of a competing traveller to accept a drink is also considered to be a forfeit and will result in you being stamped.” “However, while anyone can give anyone a free drink using these cards it is up to the recipient to choose their drink of choice. Whether it is alcoholic of not is up to you, but a standard glass size of a pint will be given of your drink of choice. Additionally, drink cards will also be stamped with a time and given back to the drink recipient, with a grace period of 10 minutes between each drink. This is the only time when you can refuse another drink. The bar’s close at 1am and reopen at 7am, so drinks will also not be available during this period either.” Taking a small sip from a glass of water he paused for a moment, a number of whispers going through the crowed. “Now, to make sure the rules are followed there are no toilets in your rooms but there are large communal facilities on each floor. These are manned 24 hours by a member of staff who will be able to stamp your cards whenever you feel the need to go.” “Finally as an added prize, each day we give all of our competitors £200 spending money to either be spent on the ship or can be converted into the local currency on days where we are docked. When leaving the boat each competing passenger will also be given one of these.” He said holding up what looked like a blue plastic belt of some sort. “These will be fastened around your waist when you are off the boat in order to stop anyone cheating and using a toilet when off the boat. But don’t worry they are flexible and wont get in the way of your activities. If the call of nature does happen when off the boat you can remove them by pinching these two tabs here and pulling. This will deconstruct the belt in such a way that It can not be put back together, so don’t think about trying to do that either. Once back on the ship please hand in the belt to a member of staff.” “Now that all of that has been said, again I hope you enjoy your trip with us, your welcome packs are in your rooms and will include a map and information on everything onboard. If you have any questions please feel to ask myself or another member of staff” With that the captain walked off, leaving the two women to field questions from travellers who may have been uncertain about any aspects of the contest or cruise in general. “He was kind of hot” Sasha said, making Barbara roll her eyes. “Kind of got a tom cruise vibe” “If you mean he is probably old enough to be your dad, they yeah.” “Shut up, are you saying you would turn down tom cruise?” “well…” “Exactly, Sasha 1, Barbara 0” “Should we go find our rooms?” Lilli interrupted her friends squabbling, currently studying the small pamphlet of free drink cards. The rooms themselves were nice, large windows gave them a nice view of the sea from the third floor. Lilli was glad they opted for the queen bed as she laid back, the soft mattress making sure they would sleep soundly even as the ship floated its way around Europe. The four of them had gone for separate rooms, but luckily they were all next to each other on the same floor. A loud knock on the door told Lilli she had spent too much time led on her bed and the others probably wanted some lunch. Stepping onto the food court the group grabbed a table at an American style diner, ordering a round of burger and chips they discussed what their plans were for the day. “Well, I think we should check out the pool for a bit after lunch, then maybe see what the shops have to offer before dinner.” Barbara suggested “Yeah there isn’t too much else to do on the ship till we get somewhere” agreed Janet. "Although I think that bar has pool tables." She said looking over her shoulder. “Hello ladies here are your meals” a waitress appeared, somehow balancing 4 full plates of food and 4 pint glasses on a small tray. “Im sorry I ordered a small” Janet pointed out. Still thinking about her bladder she knew she had to be smart and didn’t want to start chugging back the drinks yet. “Sorry love, you got an upgrade courtesy of those two lads over there” she said pointing to a small table in the corner with a couple of young men on, currently holding a hand up to wave at them. “I…uh” Janet blushed deeply, despite her good looks and sizeable chest she was never the one to get free drinks. “Go Janet” Sasha said elbowing her friend again. “Oh sorry, they paid for all your drinks” she said holding up 4 of the free drink cards they had all received earlier. While some might have taken that as an insult, Janet was happy they were all in the same awkward boat now. “Are they seriously hitting on us having lunch? Its 11.45” She asked incredulously. "You'd be surprised", the waitress joked before disappearing off to the kitchen again. “Hey if they want to pay for drinks we already ordered, im ok with that” Lilli responded, waving a hand back at the two gentlemen. “This isn’t some kind of sex cruise you’ve booked us on little sis is it?” Barbara asked, her tone indicating she wasn’t serious. “Like you’d care” Sasha muttered with her mouth half full of burger. Over the next hour the girls finished their meals and picked their day trip for tomorrow morning. They would be sailing overnight to the Italian coast where they would take a bus trip up into the Alps for a spot of lunch in some market town. The weather looked nice but it was the photo of a furry cow that made Lilli somehow convince everyone else that they wanted to go and see them. After quickly changing into some swimsuits the group made their way to the swimming pool complex on the top deck. Thankfully it was massive, with three large pools making up the main section it meant that despite what seemed like half the cruise having the same idea, it spread them out enough to give everyone room to relax. Random tiki hut cocktail bars were also found at each site and while still early in the afternoon most people could be seen lazily bobbing on the water with a drink of some sort in their hand. Janet was currently laying on one of the nearby deck chairs reading a book and enjoying the sun. Despite it still being a little colder than most would like, the weather was still good with not a single cloud in the sky above her. Next to her Lilli was sketching the scene using Barbara and Sasha as her muses, both lounging in the shallow end of the pool a little away from her. Although as she always did she had taken her artistic liberties, exchanging the cruise ship with the surface of an alien plant. Her subjects currently enjoying a hot spring on Mars, with its duel moons above them. Although as she looked up she could see her beautiful vista had been ruined by a couple of unwanted visitors. Two guys had seemingly taken a fancy to her sister and Sasha, and while she had nothing against them hooking up she had hoped this would just be a trip for the 4 of them. “Hello ladies, what can we get you to drink?” The front one asked Barbara and Sasha took a moment looking at each other they both raised their eyebrows, a signal they had established to mean neither were interested but both thought they could have little fun with them. “Sure, two margaritas’ please” Barbara said sweetly “Great we will be right back” the guys said before quickly turning and heading to the bar, high fiving themselves when they thought they were out of sight. “Ok, so usual plan?” Barbara quickly asked turning to Sasha. “Yeah, they look like jocky Chad’s to me, so Lesbian lovers run away from their boyfriend routine?” “And scene” Barbara laughed, moving a hand in front of her face to show a now serious game face. Shortly the two guys returned with a pair of margarita’s. It seemed while at the bar the two had decided which one they wanted, now sitting on either side of them. The tall blonde muscular dude going for Sasha while the dark haired but more toned guy sat on the deckchair next to Barbara. Despite his sunglasses it was clear he couldn’t keep his eyes off her sizeable chest, although she wasn’t sure he was even trying. “So what are your names” He asked “Im Barbara and this is Sasha, thank you for the drinks” she said taking a sip as sensually through the straw as possible. “Are you girls here alone?” “No we are together” “Like together together, or like just on holiday together?” “Together together” Sasha added planting her lips around Barbara’s It would have taken Barbara and Lili who was watching by surprise if they hadn’t done this routine a dozen or more times in their company. “Sorry guys” she said shrugging “I mean…that doesn’t mean anything, you haven’t had me ye…” “Beat it brad!” came a shout from nearby that did take them by surprise. But by the look on the guy's face trying to chat Barbara up, he knew the angry woman matching towards them. “Come on Cath” he started “Fuck off, before I wedge those sunglasses so far up…” “Okay, okay…geeze.” And with that the guys left, their advances seemingly defeated by the new woman. “Sorry about that, but you don’t want to get involved with them.” The brunette said “That’s my friend Eva’s Ex” she said pointing to a tall brunette who was currently flipping off the pair as they left from across the pool” “They were supposed to come on this cruise together, but he cheated on her and cheekily kept his ticket for this.” “I…uhhh ok thanks for the heads up” Barbara responded, still a little confused over what had just happened. “Sorry, im Cath” she said holding out her hand to shake “I can get a bit protective, but those guys are just dicks of the highest order. Trust me you can do way better.” she said turning and walking back towards her friend. As the woman walked back to her friend, Sasha and Barbara couldn’t help but laugh, clinking their free drinks together the pair went back to relaxing “Brad, so we were only one letter off” Barbara joked sipping her drink. ----------------------- Hey guys, I hope you enjoyed the start to this next story of mine. Sorry there wasn't any Omo content in this chapter, but hopefully it set the scene for the rest of the story and peaked some of your guys interest. As always feedback good or bad is always appreciated! Also feel free to ask any questions you might have.
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    Darkness Wetting Bondage Gear

    From the album: OmoSuba!!

    Again there were a few variants, with this being my favorite.
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    Aqua Peeing on a Toad

    From the album: OmoSuba!!

    It's gonna take a while for her to get over her ranidaphobia (look it up).
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    Megumin Spreading

    From the album: OmoSuba!!

    There were a few variants of this image, but I like this one best.
  13. From the album: OmoSuba!!

    This scenario's been done before, but I really like the look on her face in this one.
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    Aqua Peeing Outdoors

    From the album: OmoSuba!!

    It's been said before, but bears repeating: Aqua's got a fantastic ass.
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    Aqua Using a Squat Toilet

    From the album: OmoSuba!!

    It almost looks like she's peeing from her nipple. You can't unsee it, can you?
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    Kazuma Wetting

    From the album: OmoSuba!!

    Yup, there's more. I'm not the biggest fan of male omo, but I figured some people would like it.
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