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Hello, and welcome one and all... To AuthorFaust's Omorashi-Fantasy Club Faust is sure that there are several of you that have a favorite of Faust's characters....And, though you interact, and watch them day in, and day out.... Sometimes, you might want a bit more.... Though, given the Q and A matinee seems to have lost steam... And, people seem to want a bit more from their characters..... Faust has opened up this establishment! Think of it like a Hostess club, where you may request, commune, and befriend said girl for a [Thankfully provided for by Faust] Fee! .... However, unlike real-life clubs, the rooms you get to spend time with your chosen girl in, are Cognition Based. Specifically, you will get to set the scene with your chosen girl. For example, you can decide to have your meeting in the middle of an Important Test! Or, in a Long Car Trip! Or on a bus! Or, even in a movie! .... But Faust.... Why would the setting matter that much? Easy: Because AFOFC [AuthorFaust's Omorashi Fantasy Club] is more than just a meet and greet with scenario changing... The girls you request in this are almost certainly going to end up having various accidents! In such humiliating scenarioes that you may dream up... Or, perhaps you even just want them to go somewhere naughty that's not a toilet. With this, the only limit is the customer's imagination! Rules shall be explained below... just make sure to have fun, and be respectful! ======================================================================================================================================= Process for AuthorFaust's Omorashi-Fantasy Club 1. When you enter, you will be provided with [10] AuthorBucks. [AuthorBucks have no real cash value, and are only redeemable in AFOFC]. More bucks will be distributed at a later date. 2. As you enter, you may [Request] A Single GIrl. Said girl will be your [Partner] for the Club festivities..... So, Choose Carefully. 3. Upon picking your girl, you will be taken to one of our Contexual Rooms. These rooms will appear as a Small room with a Cozy couch, and a table where you may commune with your chosen Partner... until you decide to change the scene. Upon arrival, you will be given the chance to Order Refreshments. These will affect your date's status, and bring up a chosen need or needs. Said needs may prompt her to excuse herself.... Which leads to... 4. Either Coaxing her to stay, through mischievous dialogue, teasing, encouragement, or other thoughts on your part. Or... 5. Creating a Scene, That will hinder her goal, using the powers of the Contextual room. Such as reminding her you're in a test, or in a movie, or on a long car ride. Whatever you dream up will become reality, as you interact... until your End Goal is met. 6. You may then Rate the girl, and send her off with pleasant words or such... And then repeat this process with another girl... If you choose. Rules for AFOFC 1. A girl can only be Partnered with one customer at a time. Meaning, if someone takes a girl you want, merely wait for their session to be over, or pick another girl. 2. A customer can only be Partnered with one girl at a time. [You'll have to wait if you want your Harem King/Queen/Monarch Fantasies to come true until later] 3. R.E.S.P.E.C.T. the girls, and their decisions. They are there to entertain you, but Do not Touch, Harass, or try to perform sexual acts with them, without explicit consent. [In other words, if you want to feel a bladder Bulge, squeeze a tummy, etc, ASK....And be mindful if she refuses.] Failure to follow this rule will lead to the cessation of your Session, and or banning outright from the Establishment. 4. The Author Reserves the Right to change rules at any given time, if needed or desired. 5. Being a good customer leads to Good Benefits. Whether that means making interesting scenes, being pleasant to talk to, or Respecting Women, you will be treated as well as you do them.... And may unlock more options. ==================================================================================================================================== Formatting for a Date: [What you will fill out on your Entry] Name: What do you wish to be called by the staff? [If not specified, they will refer to you by your Screen Name. Specify if you have preferred pronouns] Chosen Girl: Who do you wish to take on a session? [You may only have 1 girl out at a time... but it can be anyone who is not currently chosen, of Faust's creation] Lewd Interests: What kind of things are you interested in seeing/experiencing on your date? Wetting, Messing, Free peeing, etc. Be as Specific as you like, or as vague. End Goal: How do you plan for your session to end? [With your girl having wet, with them having messed, etc. There must be an end-point of your session] Something Nice: Say something nice! Be it about your chosen girl, the Author, or another person in general. Spread some more positivity into the world! [Menus will be provided based on your selections, after choosing a girl. Your AuthorBucks will be tallied there as well]

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It is Alisha’s birthday, and Sosha has a very special present in store for her friend. One might even say the present is worth its weight in “gold.” For her birthday, Sosha gives Alisha a sexy lap dance, pees on her, then eats her out. In this video, we get to watch Sosha give Alisha a special treat for her birthday. Alisha is sitting on a chair when Sosha comes in, wearing a naughty outfit, and puts on some sexy music. She then gives Alisha a playful lap dance. Then, she stops dancing, pulls up her skirt, and pees through her blue panties onto Alisha’s lap. After peeing on Alisha, Sosha pulls off Alisha’s pants and goes down on her. She performs oral sex on Alisha until Alisha climaxes. After Alisha cums, Sosha says she is going to clean everything up and asks Alisha to go get ready to go out to dinner.

My favorite wetting videos are the ones where girls pee themselves and there is a very loud hiss as she does it. The force of the urine leaving her body drives me wild but they're pretty hard to come across from just doing basic searches. What are the best wetting videos (and diapers too) with pee hissing? I'm a straight guy but if there are some videos of guys wetting diapers with a loud hiss I wouldn't really mind

View File DLEE-253: Woman Leaking in the Streets Trying to Hold It This is part 1 and 3 of another Jade video featuring ladies unable to hold their pee long enough to find a toilet. The ladies duck into an alley and have massive wetting accidents in their panties and pantyhose, resulting in embarrassing wet shorts and skirts along the way. There is also a "bonus" scene with a young lady dashing into the alley and wetting her shorts. If anyone is able to get a hold of part 2 of this video, I am sure the community would appreciate it. Enjoy! Submitter femdesp Submitted 11/12/2018 Category Public wetting Clothing Skirt

Well, it’s been a while since I’ve shared an experience, and also, I wanted to share something pretty special, as I noticed I was getting very close to my 8000th post! This is quite a milestone and well, I hope you will all celebrate with me, by sharing more sexy wetting content and if you are interested, buying a pair of my dirty panties! I’m going to do a couple of posts and a video dump to celebrate, so here is my experience. I’ve had a couple of very hard months at work; a bunch of volunteers left and I’ve been scrambling to fill their roles. As such, I’ve been pretty busy and haven’t had much time for fun kinky stuff. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve still had some sexy times with the hubby, and certainly watched some porn and masturbated with toys and all that, but I haven’t had a chance to do elaborate or public. Well, the other day I finally had some time off, and decided to go shopping at MetroTown. This is a big mall complex not too far from our place. I also decided to have a little bit of desperation fun while I was doing it, or rather, I kind of decided to have some desperation fun mid-way through running errands. Here’s what happened. It’s been getting chillier here, so I’ve started wearing trousers a lot more. But this day, it was bright and sunny out, which offered the perfect, and perhaps the last, opportunity to wear a nice skirt (without leggings). After lounging around the flat for a while and doing some house work, I decided to head out and deal with the growing list of small errands. I pulled on a cute dark grey pleated skirt,, the white cotton panties I’d been wearing under my PJs all morning. I buttoned up a lavender blouse, threw on a cardigan, and picked up a larger backpack to accommodate my shopping. I pulled my wallet out of my purse, grabbed a couple of items that were piled up by the door, threw in a couple of cloth shopping bags, and wandered off to the Skytrain to hop down to MetroTown. It was about 11 am by the time I arrived at the mall (it’s huge by the way), and I headed off to the washroom, as I’d forgotten to go before leaving my flat. I used the one nearest the Skytrain, which I always find the yuckiest, but it was close, and I kind of had to go. Hovering over the toilet, I noticed that my panties were already a little dirty/sticky from the trip over and the mornings activities. I love how white cotton shows every little stain. I then headed up to the second level to return a sports bra to the sporting goods store. My sister had bought it for me and well, she wasn’t aware that my breasts have grown since going on birth control (a long time ago), and she still apparently bought me a bra using my size from like more than a decade ago. I wasn’t impressed with their sports bras, and so I wandered around the mall, visiting a couple of shops until I found something really comfy and supportive from Lululemon. This took more than an hour, and so rather than getting into some serious shopping, I headed off to Blenz coffee on the main floor. I grabbed a big matcha late, and sat down, drinking the whole thing and watching people bustling by. Sometimes it’s fun to just sit and watch the world go by, and it certainly is when doing so is a luxury. During this time, my mind wandered, and I had a few naughty thoughts. Completely filled up on green tea, I headed out once more. I probably should have planned out my trip a little better, as I ended up wandering all over the mall, grabbing items off my list and doing a little browsing. Half an hour after leaving the coffee shop, I could feel myself filling up. I could have easily ducked into one of the many washrooms around the mall, but I was starting to feel a little naughty. I was at about a 6 on the desperation scale, the point where I would normally always head straight to the washroom, but decided to have a little bit of public desperation fun. It sort of flowed on from the things I had been contemplating at the coffee shop. I didn’t have a concrete plan, but I did feel like getting up to some naughty mischief. Maybe just some desperation perhaps? I continued browsing through some shops and felt myself getting increasingly desperate. I headed into Chapters and looked through some of the new arrivals and non-fictions sections. By the time I was checking out the always poorly populated philosophy section, I was at a 7. I played up my desperation, allowing myself to display my need to pee in subtle, mildly exhibitionistic ways. A little foot jiggle here, tightly crossed legs when I paused to look at a book, that sort of thing. To the keen observer, I would have likely appeared to be an antsy book browser. The problem is of course that browsing for books is certainly the kind of thing that you can just stop doing and use the washroom, so I decided to get back onto my pre-schedule list of errands. I headed over to T&T, the huge Asian food supermarket, and began filling a basket with items off my list. Having an almost-full basket of things is a great reason not to use the toilet. I worked my way methodically through the store, my desperation mounting to a solid 8 by the time I reached the tea section. I was playing up my desperation beyond an 8 though, for effect, and because of the little thrill of excitement that I got from knowing that other people around me in the shop could see that I had to pee. My actions were less subtle at this point, given my mounting real desperation. I was not at the point of holding myself, but I would twist my legs together whenever I stopped to look for something, and this was often followed by dancing on the spot. I spotted the sidelong glances of other patrons around me when I jiggle about. My basket was mostly full and I only had a couple more items to purchase by the time I made it to the noodle isle. I was still at a solid 8 on the desperation scale, but acting like I was a 9.5. I put down my basket, crossed my legs, and did slip my hand firmly between my thighs as I pondered the noodle selection. There are so many options and the packaging is always confusing (and it’s typically not in English, so you really have to look at the ingredients if you are looking for something specific. I found a couple that I was looking for, and put them, one-handed, into my basket, all the while holding myself firmly. A younger Asian man came around the corner as I was depositing the final pack of noodles into my basket, curtsey-style, so as not to put too much pressure on my bladder, or flash my panties at anyone. As soon as I saw him I whipped my hand out from between my legs, though I could tell from his look that he had noticed. I quickly retrieved my basket and hurried off, flushing a little and too embarrassed to look back to see if he was watching me. I still had a couple of items on the list, but my feigned extreme desperation was kind of getting to my head (and bladder), and I was at that ‘find a bathroom now!’ stage of desperation. I went to get the final item on my list – dumpling wrappers in case you care – before heading to the checkout. There was of course a line, though not a very long one and I wiggled and crossed my legs with increasingly real desperation (about an 8.5) as I waited for the two people ahead of me to check out. After the first person wrapped up, which seemed like it took far too long, I was able to unload my basket on to the little conveyor belt. This done, I could hold the empty basket in one hand in front of my crotch, to cover up the fact that my second hand had snaked its way between my thighs and was once again pressing the thick fabric of my skirt into my vagina. The additional pressure didn’t seem to help too much, and I was still very rapidly wiggling my thighs and legs. While I tried not to make eye contact with the people around me, I was acutely aware of their looks. My heart rate increased and I had those sexy and fluttery little butterfly feelings that I love and hate so much about embarrassing public situations. The person in front of me was a middle-aged woman, and she had a full shopping cart. I had noticed her giving me a sympathetic look when she began unloading her cart a little while ago. I think out of solidarity with me and my obvious desperate plight, she hurried along her interaction. The checkout person was a teen or university student, and she also gave me a sympathetic look. This made me blush even more and look away, concentrating on carefully arranging my items on the conveyor belt to maximize how fast I could load my backpack. I did not notice the two other people who had lined up behind me, only that they were there, boxing me in, preventing my dashing off and simply abandoning my groceries. As the woman ahead of me fumbled in her purse for her credit card, I switched from holding myself (which was really not as discreet as I had thought), to using both hands to prep my backpack and doing a little pee pee dance. I was so caught up with my own predicament – no longer feigned – that I didn’t notice the man behind me asking for a little grocery divider, and instead, the checkout girl had to give him one. I noticed too late and in classic Canadian style apologized, mumbling something like, ‘ah sorry.’ He said ‘no worries’ and went about pretending to ignore the fact that I was wiggling about in front of him in the checkout line, desperate to pee. The woman ahead of me finally completed her transaction and headed on her way, with one last sympathetic look over her shoulder at me. I reached the checkout girl. I had already removed my wallet from my backpack to speed up the interaction. “Hello, how is your day going?” I asked in a meek kind of voice. “Not bad, thanks.” She replied curtly, and began rapidly scanning my items. I prayed that nothing would need a price check or any such complication. “How about yours?” She responded. “Oh not so bad…” I replied vaguely. “Did you find everything you needed?” She inquired. I nodded, not wanting to have to concentrate on a conversation, and my mounting desperation. I let her get on with her job, not wanting to slow her down for any reason. “These ones are one sale if you wanted a second one half off.” She observed at one point, holding up a package of noodles. I must have not noticed when I was picking them out, or forgotten to pick up a second pack, which was understandable, given my predicament. “Oh, that’s ok.” I added quickly. I began packing the scanned items into my backpack as quickly as possible. She scanned the final items, and at this point, I transitioned from almost comical pee pee dance, to crossed legs. It had been over an hour since I downed the very large green tea and I had reached a real 9 on the desperation scale. I hadn’t quite planned this out. Usually when I plan to get up to some desperation, pee, or diaper fun in public, I plan things out, but today was more spontaneous, and I was reaching a point of real and serious desperation. The kind of point where you are in real risk of a very public accident. I don’t have the kind of bladder which allows me to let out little leaks to relieve the pressure. I have been practicing, and can sometimes let out a little if I really concentrate and also if I’m absolutely desperate. These little leaks do sometimes happen without my control, but are very often followed by a rather longer release of pee. I really didn’t want that to here in the narrow checkout isle of the T&T Supermarket in front of a group of strangers. The thought of it made my heart race, and my pulse quicken, but also terrified me. Maybe I did want to have a little accident? I mused a little, about the possibility of relaxing, just a little bit, to let out a drop into my panties. I immediately decided against it, as I didn’t want to make a mess and involve the people around me. I clenched down with my PC muscles, removed the hand which was once again pressed between my legs (I had not even been conscious of having done so), and packed the last few items into my bag. “Debit please.” I said, anticipating her question, and she punched a bunch of buttons on the till. She indicated that I could use the machine and I punched in my pin. “Would you like a receipt?” She inquired. “Yes please.” I muttered, replacing my debit card into my wallet and stuffing it into my mostly full backpack. The machine seemed to take forever to print. She tore receipt from the machine and handed it to me. “Just outside the doors in the parking lot, turn left, and then take another left.” She said, cryptically. I hastily put my backpack on, while still doing a pee pee dance, with as much discretion as I could muster. “Huh?” I inquired, not sure what she was talking about, though it should have been obvious. “If you need a washroom, they are just around the corner from the exit.” She clarified. I immediately felt my face flush with warmth. “Oh.” I replied, dumbly. “Thank you.” I had clearly been quite obvious. The fact that a stranger had pointed me in the direction of the washrooms without my having to ask was acutely embarrassing, though I had of course been asking for this kind of treatment. Still lacking decorum, I decided to make a dash for the toilets. Now I can usually make it to the washroom with a bladder at a ‘comfortable’ 9, I have in the past. The trick is to be close to the washroom and to not run or jostle too much. I knew where the washroom was and I could probably make it at a good walking speed. However, still play acting just a little, I rushed out of the exit. The parking lot outside of the exit was busy, with shoppers milling about, cars driving past, and people randomly standing about checking their phones. I zigged and zagged between them at a brisk pace, but still not a jog. I found the main hallway and took a left and there was the sign and hallway leading to the washrooms. It was then when my slightly foggy, desperation confused, brain made a naughty decision; Rather than continuing my brisk pace and hurrying into the washroom, I decided to make a sprint for it. I gripped the straps of my backpack with both hands and took off at a good pace down the hallway towards the washrooms. This was of course a bad idea, if I was hoping to keep my panties dry. While I’m not very good at intentionally letting out little leaks when I’m desperate (and instead tend to just lose control as I mentioned), I am particularly known for leaking when working out. The increased pressure from my running footfalls jostled my bladder, and I could feel a little leak with each running step as I approached the ladies room. Coming around the corner of the entrance of the washroom, I almost collided with a middle-aged woman, and I was forced to slow my pace. Bearing down hard on my PC muscles, to stop the leaking. I hoped that I could find a free stall. Fortunately, Metrotown has well-provisioned washrooms, so that when I entered the relatively crowded washroom, I was quickly able to locate an empty stall. Down at the end, it was sitting with its door ajar. Now, safely inside the washroom, I slowed my pace, weary of slipping on the wet floor, or bumping into one of the many women dotted along the long line of sinks to my side. No longer running, I quickly let go of my backpack strap with my right hand, and, reaching up under my skirt so as not to press is fabric into my damp panties, I held myself tightly. I was largely oblivious to the fact that I was holding myself in a very undignified fashion, and in such a way as to reveal a flash of white cotton to the other women in the washroom. My face burned with warmth as a hastily walked past various women at the sink. Out of the corner of my eye I could see one of them turn to stare at me as she caught my reflection in the mirror. Finally, heart pounding, I reached the empty stall, hand still pressed firmly between my very public, and very wet panties. I pushed the door close, and fumbled with the lock with my left hand. I felt a jet of warmth strike the hand between my legs. I gave up on the lock, removed my wet hand, and used it to yank down my panties, all the while stepping back and spreading my legs. My wet panties were stretched between my thighs as I sort of squatted over the toilet (my backpack and discomfort with sitting on unwiped public toilets preventing me from sitting down). My panties were barely at my thighs when my body released, splashing furiously into the toilet with a loud hiss. As the pressure subsided, I angled my legs more, to prevent splashing and stop the little dribble I felt running down one leg. I peed for a good minute, and possibly a little longer. This is the maximum duration of a Rachel bladder, and I was awash with a wave of relief once I reached the dribbling conclusion of my pee. It took several wadded up balls of toilet paper to dry my sex, legs, and the toilet seat. My panties were another matter. They were rather wet, and I used even more toilet paper to dab them. All the while I had been peeing, I was paranoid that someone would burst in on me, and see my drenched panties spread between my thighs. I was lucky, I suppose, having chosen a stall further from the entrance. As soon as I had stopped peeing, I latched to door, to give me added privacy as I dried myself off. I was careful to inspect my skirt, which had avoided getting wet, which was great, given the embarrassing and revealing steps I’d taken to keep it that way. There may have been a couple of little damp spots on the inside, but the fabric of this particular skirt is pretty thick. Now, as most of you will know by now, I have long carried a spare pair of panties in my purse. This is a habit that comes from long experience with my bladder, its foibles, and also my sometimes intentional wet fun times. While I dried myself off, I came to the realization that I did not have my purse, but rather, I had removed my wallet from my purse before leaving home, and had instead brought a backpack. While the backpack is a large one, capable of holding all of my groceries, it is not as well provisioned as my purse – it lacks a spare pair of panties, pads, makeup and the usually stuff that accumulates in ones purse. I thought about my options. I had largely completed my important errands (I only had to pick up some stamps), and so I could head directly home in my very wet panties, enjoying the cold wetness of them against my skin, and possibly leaving a little wet patch on the seat of the Skytrain. But it was a long walk home, and I still wasn’t quite done with other optional errands (for example, popping over to the library and doing some more window shopping). I wasn’t quite ready to go home, but I was not up for wandering about the mall and area in rather wet panties. I could of course remove my panties and go ‘comando’ but this was not a very good idea. While I’m known for my mild exhibitionism, and get very excited at the prospect of playing up my desperation for a couple of strangers, or flashing my panties at a washroom full of other women (or some of my other adventures), wearing a relatively short skirt without panties is a little too much for me. I would have to navigate the very steep, upskirt inducing, stairs at the Skytrain station, as well as escalators and open areas in Metrotown, where people beneath me could spy my shaved girl parts. I decided that I had been a bad girl, and as such, I would have to wear my wet panties a little longer, but that I would need some other stopgap to get me home. I wadded up a little toilet paper, making a small pad, and pressed this between my legs before hiking up my wet panties once more. The paper would keep my skin dry for a little while, and also reminded me of previous accidents when I was younger, and some of the steps I’d taken after these. My heart was still pounding when I flushed and headed out of the stall to wash my hands. I didn’t recognize any of the women at the sinks from when I had dashed in, not that I would have likely been able to. I dried my hands and headed out, acutely aware of the dampness of the edges of the gusset of my panties, touching my inner thighs, despite the wad of toilet paper. I had a couple of options, and mulled them over in my head. I could go and buy some new panties, I always love new panties, and the packs of cotton girl’s panties that I wear are not that expensive. I was certainly not going to buy something fancy from La Senza or La Vie En Rose, girls who wet their panties are clearly not ready for big girl lingerie. Given my cheap taste for cute cotton little girls panties, I headed all the way across the mall to Walmart. Rather than going straight for the girls isle, I opted to wander about a little. As I have often done, I found myself wandering down the diaper isle, ogling the packages. I’m sure any diaper lovers out there have done the same. Like a moth to the flame, I hovered about the isle, looking for new arrivals, and seeing what I could find. I stared at the packaging of the Goodnites (no change there) still my favorite go to diaper (so cute, so nostalgic), and then worked my way along to the Pull-ups. Now I’ve not worn Pull-ups for many years, and I’m almost certain they don’t fit all that well. I do, after all, wear the L/XL sized Goodnites, and despite these fitting well, I have my doubts about going down to the 4t-5t sized Pull-ups. But right then and there, I decided to try. So I mulled over my options, looking at the feel and learn, night time, and other options available. I finally, after some serious mulling over, decided to pick an adorable pair of regular girls Pull-ups with learning designs, of the largest size I could find. I was excited at the prospect, and even if they didn’t fit all that well, I could still enjoy the stickers that they promised to have inside. I carried these to the checkout as my single item, and paid. I’m at the age where I could have legitimately been buying Pull-ups for my kid, and as I’ve bought Goodnites on many occasions in person, I didn’t get that excited rush that sometimes accompanies buying incontinence products in public. No one knew that I was buying these pull-ups because I’d had an accident, but I knew, and this gave me a naughty little secret which did get my heart pounding just a little bit harder. I got a bag for my item, and headed out, making my way straight for the washrooms. They were easy to find and I didn’t need any help. This time, I headed to the family washroom, and found it open. Feeling a little sneaky, being bereft of a family, I smuggled my way inside, and locked the door. The first thing that I did was open the pack of Pull-ups and give it a big smell, appreciating the new diaper scent. I had pulled out one with a lady doctor character on them. I appreciated them from various angles, taking in the ‘learning designs’ and colours. I also felt them and they felt considerably thinner than Goodnites, which I suppose makes sense, given that these are supposed to be training pants, and not designed to take a full night time bladder’s worth. I did worry that they would leak if I released a very full bladder into them, my Goodnites do this when I wear them (usually when I’m laying down). I pulled down my panties and removed the toilet paper, which was damp. I then pulled down the changing table and finally remembered to take a couple of photos for your perverts. I set up a little still life with wet panties and shameful pull-ups. I then patted myself dry, again, with some toilet paper, as I had become a little damp in the intervening shopping time – both from my panties, and from my natural juices due to all the excitement. I pre-stretched the Pull-ups, a technique I’ve used on smaller pull-ups before, and then slowly shimmied them up my hips. They fit surprisingly well, but were still tight. I gave my legs a couple of practice steps to test out whether or not the sides would hold, and they seemed to do their job. I supposed that they would hold, as long as I didn’t like do any squat thrusts, or similar moves. I did worry for a second that if they didn’t fit, they could tear and fall down while I was wearing them! Or one side would tear, and I would face the awkward situation of a diaper hanging half-attached, under a rather short skirt. I then pondered my options once more. I could pull my panties over the Pull-up, keeping it in place, like a pad. This would work, but also I’d still get the wet clammy feeling of wet panty gusset against my legs. The whole point of the Pull-ups was to wear something dry (and also protective, after all, I’d had am embarrassing bathroom accident in my big girl panties, I told myself, excited by the inner dialogue). The other option was just to risk it, and avoid hip-spreading activities, and hope for the best. I opted for this choice, as putting wet panties over top of a dry clean diaper is just not something a good girl does. I balled up my wet panties so that the dry bits covered the wet and stuffed them into my backpack. There was insufficient room in my backpack for the opened diapers, so I pulled out a cloth bag and put the pack in this. I then headed out into the world. I then went for a rather longer walk all the way to the public library, which is on the other side of the mall and through a lovely little park. There I dropped off a book and picked up a couple of holds I had, stuffing these into the bag with the pull-ups. I spent some time browsing the shelves. It had been a good while since I had peed and while I did this, I felt the urge to pee growing. I was also careful to hold the back of my skirt when walking up the stairs at the library, nervous about flashing my Pull-ups at a library denizen. I was at a very comfortable 4 or 5 when I finally left the library (with a couple additional books and a documentary) and headed back to the mall. I had some time to kill and was keen crack into one of my new books, so I located a cool bench in the park, arranged myself so that I was not sitting on my skirt, and pulled out one of the holds that I have been dying to read. I ploughed through a couple of chapters before I registered that I needed to pee again, properly this time. A good solid 6. Not wanting to get up and abandon my book, and also, still suffused with naughty thoughts, I closed my eyes, and released. I could feel warmth suffuse my girl parts and the diaper filling up. The peed flowed differently inside the Pull-up than it does in a Goodnite. I find Goodnites a little more thirsty, so the pee doesn’t run as much, but rather gets absorbed. In a Pull-up, the pee sort of ran all over getting my bum wet quickly. I bore down after a good 30 seconds (as soon as I was able), worried about leaks. I listened for the tell tale patter of droplets hitting the cement beneath me, indicating that the diaper had leaked, but I heard nothing. While there were no passersby, I reached my hand between my legs and felt for wetness. The Pull-up felt squishy and warm but I didn’t feel any leaks. I read more of my book, all the while enjoying the warm squishy feeling of the wet diaper between my legs. After a couple more chapters, I was starting to get chilly and decided to get up and head back to the mall to get changed before heading home. I hoisted my heavy backpack, picked up my bag, and headed back to the mall. The wet diaper under my skirt felt heavy and rubbed against my thighs subtly. I navigated my way into the mall and found the nearest washroom. Once again, I surreptitiously made my way into the family washroom and barred the door. Because I had in no way emptied my bladder earlier, I wiped off the toilet seat, pulled down my Pull-ups, and peed. I tore the sides of the diaper pretty badly yanking them down, and I tore them off completely while I was peeing. I inspected the gathers and cute designs on the Pull-ups and noticed that I had made the ‘learning designs’ thoroughly disappear. It looked like I needed some more time to learn. After wiping myself, and snapping some pics of the wet Pull-up for all you perverts, I rummaged in my bag and found another diaper. This one I tore badly trying to pre-stretch it, so I stuffed it back in the bag (even torn diapers can be fun, but at home), and pre-stretched another. I carefully shimmied this one up, checked myself in the mirror, washed my hands, and then headed off into the mall once more. I was all excited at having changed myself in a public washroom, and rethinking the whole adventure on my head as I walked to the SkyTrain. I was feeling very naughty by the time I arrived, and as I was on the ground floor, I was less than careful with holding the back of my skirt as I made my way up the steep stairs to the platform. Did I flash a tight pair of Pull-ups to a pervy stranger beneath me? Possibly. But even the prospect of doing this quickened my pulse. I sat on the SkyTrain most ladylike, thank you very much, my adventures with subtle exhibitionism only go so far, and I texted my hubby to see if he was home, he was, and I let him know that he should be ready for a very horny Rachel when I got home. I was throbbing by the time I reached my stop (which isn’t many stops), and I hurried home. My husband didn’t say anything when I got in the door, pushed him into the bedroom and removed my clothes, revealing a brand of diaper that we don’t normally have in the house. It didn’t stay on long however, and I got myself good and satisfied. Well, I hope you enjoyed my adventure, I will share some more soon of course. If you appreciate my work, do please consider buying a pair of my panties or just getting me something off my wishlist, the more fun things I have to wear and play with, the more stories I can share! http://rachelkirwan.wixsite.com/panties Here’s to the next 8000…. Rachel

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Well, the other day I was out about town. I had a couple of errands planned for the morning, and then had a delightful afternoon with very little planned. Work has been very busy and so I very much needed the break. I decided to do the thing that brings me the most fun, which is grabbing a lovely warm drink, curling up in a comfy chair in a coffee shop, and enjoying a good book. While it’s been getting chillier here lately, I’m not giving up on skirt weather just yet. This being said, it has been quite cool, so on this day, I slipped a pair of thin black tights over top of a pair of lovely white cotton panties with orange trim. Overtop of this, I wore a knee-length pleated gray skirt, and on top a cozy cardigan, overtop of a simple lavender blouse. I bustled about in the morning, and right after lunchtime, I headed over to one of my favorite coffee shops and grabbed a pot of chai tea. I found my favorite spot by the window, which took some jockeying with another customer (I had to perch nearby while my tea steeped and then swoop in). While I was waiting I prepared my tea with lots of cream, sugar and some extra cinnamon on top. I then snuggled in, knees against my chest, and worked my way through my book. I love the chair I chose because it’s big and comfy, but it also faces the window, so if I am wearing a skirt and sit with my legs in a less than discreet lady-like fashion, I get the naughty feeling that people walking past on the street might be able to spot my panties. I get that semi-exhibitionistic thrill of being a girl on display in the window. With an extra naughty jolt as people at the right angle may be able to spot my panties. Today, I thought a passerby would have to look quite closely, given that I was wearing rights, but if they looked hard enough, they would certainly be able to make out my white cotton panties through my tights, given how I was sitting. I worked my way through my first mug, and a good number of chapters. My mind forgot where I was and I dove into my book. After a good half hour, a goodly portion of tea had worked through my body, I was at a decent 4 or 5 on the desperation scale, and when I reached for my mug, it was empty. I wrapped up my chapter and then got up, being less than careful with my skirt. To reserve my special spot, I left my purse and book in the middle of the chair, and I took my teapot up to the counter. This coffee shop does very good teas, the leafy expensive kinds. As a result, you can always get a second cup of tea out of your pot if you ask for more hot water, which they are always happy to provide. I waited my turn, and soon got my tea topped up. I went back to my spot and worked my way through another chapter, while the tea steeped. I was at a ‘you should probably head to the washroom before you get back on the Skytrain, but are probably ok for a while,’ level of desperation at this point. Then, I got up to add all the yummy chai fixings. I poured a generous cup of tea, leaving room for milk. I then added the crazy hipster dark sugar they have and after mixing it all together, added a generous puff of cinnamon on top. My mind still on the ambiance of the coffee shop and aesthetic of a fresh mug of tea, I put my face down into my mug and inhaled the rich aroma. In the process, I got a nose full of cinnamon. As those of you who have been following my pad tests know, a nose full of cinnamon is a guaranteed way for me to trigger a massive sneeze, and this is exactly what happened. ACHOO! It wasn’t one of those sneezes where you have warning and get time to like cover your mouth and cross your legs. Nope. It was a sudden and violent sneeze. I barely had a chance to turn my head away from the tea service station. Right along with the sneeze, I felt a big jet of warm pee erupt between my legs. We aren’t talking a little squirt that just dampens the gusset of your panties. Nope. This was a big squirt, the kind that you can feel dribbling down the inside of your thigh, cooling as it works its way down your tights. I clenched, stopping the flood as quickly as I could, and fortunately there was no second sneeze or additional wetting. So then there I was, standing in the middle of one of my favorite coffee shops, with a bunch of people staring at me, attracted no doubt by my very loud sneeze, with a cooling trickle of pee running down my inner left thigh. The people about me quickly went about their business, unaware of my bathroom accident. I composed myself, and headed back over to my reading nook. I had that crazy feeling that people were still watching me, and that if I immediately went to the bathroom they would guess that I’d had an accident. It’s like that same feeling you get when you are say wearing a diaper and feel like everyone can see it, even though they can’t. So rather than going straight to the washroom to inspect the damage, I went back to my spot. Put my mug down next to the chair, along with the tea pot, and then pretended to rummage about in my purse for a little while, and then I picked up my purse and headed to the washroom. There wasn’t a wait and I went straight in. I inspected my skirt, which given the pleating and cut tends to avoid getting wet when this sort of thing happens, and it was indeed unscathed. I then lifted it up to inspect my tights and panties. There was a cool wet streak running all the way down my left thigh to almost my knee, and the crotch of my tights was pretty. I kicked off my shoes and pulled my tights off, before padding them dry with some toilet paper. I then put my shoes back on, as the floor of any public washroom is not the kind of place you want to be in socks. I hiked up my skirt and pulled down my panties, enjoying the little tingle that followed the feeling of the wet gusset brushing my inner thigh. I did still have to pee, so I inspected my wet panties spread out between my thighs while I peed sitting on the toilet. I had made quite a mess of them. In addition to the serious wet spot I had just made, my morning activities and active girl parts had left some other residue on the gusset of these otherwise pristine white cotton panties. After wiping, I let my panties slide all the way down my ankles, and with a little difficulty, stepped out of them and left them there on the ground in front of the toilet. I left my panties there on the dirty ground in front of the toilet, stepped back, now completely naked under my skirt, and took a couple of artful pictures for all of you perverts. I like how the yellow theme of the washroom complements the stain I left in my panties. I then padded the panties dry with some toilet paper, and then decided to take a couple of more artful pictures of my panties, draped over the toilet paper dispenser. I love how the match the colour of the walls. My quick little naughty photo shoot complete, I carefully folded up my panties (wet side on the inside) and then rummaged around my purse for the little plastic baggie where I keep my backup panties. I pulled them out (one of my cute purple Olaf panties), pulled them on, and stuffed my wet panties inside the bag. I also rolled up my tights, and stuffed these into my purse (don’t worry, my purse is pretty big). Then, as an afterthought, because it seemed like one of those days, I pulled a pad out of my purse, pulled my panties down, and affixed the pad. I had been in the washroom for a good amount of time, and had that ‘oh no, what will people think’ thought in the back of my head, even though this kind of thought is completely irrational. I washed my hands, straightened my clothes, and headed back out. My tea was fortunately still warm and my spot unoccupied. I hunkered down for another pot’s worth of reading. Now, as I sat there, I felt just a little bit naughtier, knowing that I had a pair of wet panties in my purse, and also because now that I was not wearing any tights, there was a guarantee that my cartoon character panties might just be visible to keen-eyed passersby as a result of the various un-ladylike poses I assumed while reading. I’m certain a number of random folks spotted my panties (and possibly my pad), while I sped through a half-dozen more chapters. My travels home were uneventful, though the chill on my legs reminded me of my accident earlier. Rach

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This was not really planned and it happened today while waiting for the repairman to replace my leaking toilet with a new one. I was bored while waiting and started reading the Live action omorashi thread and asked for advice what to do to make waiting and supervising a repairman more interesting. Expected repair time was about 30 minutes up to 1 hour and I should be able to hold it long enough for him to finish work and leave. Maybe a leak or two in my panties. This is the conversion: Here is what happened after that: Well, I kind of did ask him. I asked if I can use the bathroom. He was still working on it, but I expected he will say yes and finished work later. But he said no. He didn't say anything about his desperation, I also didn't say anything more about my desperation, just standing there with my legs crossed, all confused. I really didn't expect him to say no. Because I was really desperate at that point and spurted many times already, wetness started to show on my leggings under the line of long sweater I used to hide wet crotch. I don't know if he noticed wetness on my inner thighs or not, but I could clearly see it, looking in a big mirror on the hallway wall. I started to consider possible scenarios for immediate future, anything not involving wetting myself in front of him. It was eminent I wouldn't last much longer and had to do something. At that point even he noticed my pee pee dances in the hallway and said " You can use it in a few minutes. Can you wait?". I said "yes", even I was not really sure if that is true or not. But fate intervened and decided outcome for me. I don't really know why, maybe because of my uneven breathing due to strong desperation, but at that moment I started choking on saliva and coughing so hard, I totally lost control over my bladder and wet myself right there in front of him, making a huge puddle in the middle of the hallway. Of course, he saw everything, because he started looking at me the moment I started choking on saliva and squating in the middle of the hallway. I couldn't stop peeing while still gasping for air and totally emptied my bladder in front of him. And that was really not planned at all. I'm not that bold and self-confident to do something like that on purpose in front of a stranger in my home. I know I asked if I should do it, but I don't think I could actually go through with that even if someone told me to do so. Maybe I would do it somewhere in public, where no one couldn't recognise me, but not at my home where he knows who I am. Possible options I was considering if emergency calls, were peeing through panties and leggings, squating in the middle of the living room and changing clothes before I face the repairman again. Kind of show him what happened, but not literally. And I was sure he wouldn't ask for details. But due to unexpected line of events he literally saw what happened after all. I was sooo embarrassed at that moment and I became totally red in my face and feeling hot as it was 40 degrees Celsius in my flat. He was very apologetic and said he didn't realise how bad I had to go, otherwise he would let me use the toilet. Maybe a cliche, but I said, it's ok, not to worry. It's not his fault. At that point I didn't even wanted to change my leggings any more, just wanted him to leave as soon as possible, so he was able to look at me walking around the flat in my totally wet clothes while I was getting money to pay him. But before he left the apartment, he asked if he can use the bathroom. So, I found out after all, coffee made him desperate too. Of course I said yes, even it would really turn me on if I denied him the use of toilet as he done to me about 15 minutes earlier. I also asked him not to tell anyone what happened. It seems appropriate and suggested I'm ashamed of what happened and didn't do it on purpose. He said yes, but I kind of doubt he won't tell to his coworkers or at home. I'm sure it looked very amusing to him. I just wonder if anyone else had close calls or even wetting accident while waiting for a repairman to do his work or cleaning lady to let them use the bathroom?

I'm back! Sorry it's been so long, but here's the oft-requested pictures of me desperate and wetting in high-waisted jeans! I hope you all enjoy ❤️

Gonna keep it quick and simple: When you wet your pants (not skirt, etc), do you prefer to have underwear on underneath or no? Personally I prefer it without, because it lets a little more pee end up showing in my pants.

Another story about me. This time I was in my twenties. I had several jobs one of which was cleaning the communal areas of flats. This one day I had two four storey blocks in one town and 8 three storey blocks in another town to do. I had to carry the hoover and all the cleaning stuff with me and always had bottles of water as the flats were so hot. As I was hoovering the stairs in the first block of four storey flats I felt the need to pee a bit but as there was nowhere to go I carried on. It was thirsty work carrying the hoover up and down all the stairs to plug and unplug it all the time then back up the stairs to polish the banisters and wipe all the sills down. By the time I had sprayed air freshener at every level on the first block I had drank a bottle and a half of water. I moved next door to the second block and had to do it all again. I was sweating so had to keep stopping to drink more and I could feel my bladder filling more and more. I was dancing a bit with Henry the hoover and jigging about as I cleaned but as I was so hot I still had to drink. Finally I was finished at the first town after an hour and had to head the twenty minute drive to the next town. Once I sat in my car to drive I had to concentrate on driving so the need seemed to settle down. I should have stopped off at a supermarket to pee but where is the fun in that? So I drove on not thinking I had nearly two hours work left and nowhere to pee. The flats in the second town were smaller but had a bigger landing so more hoovering. I was dancing and crossed legged as I hoovered and polished and I hoped there was no cctv watching me. By the time I got to the third block of flats I was so bursting to pee. I actually recall sticking the hoover tube between my legs to help me hold at one point! I tried to clean as quick as I possibly could and had to get into my car to move to the blocks behind the ones I had done. I remember sitting in my car with both hands between my legs thinking I could not possibly hold and clean much longer but I could not drive either! I was so full! Those last four blocks were a sight to see! I pee danced openly as I cleaned and moaned and openly said stuff like ‘god I am gonna piss myself any second’ I often wonder if anyone in the flats could hear me? I longed to open the hoover and sit on Henry and pee inside him!!!! I was leaking and dripping and by the time I finished it was dark and raining again. I sat in my drivers seat and pissed my pants so hard. It was orgasmic!

Helloooooooooooo friends, This is a story that I have been working on for a while now that I have decided to start today. This is only part one but it takes me a little bit to write each part so I'm sorry If each part takes a while to post. Without further wait here you are, I hope you enjoy it ^_^ It’s hot and my head hurts I think to myself, listening to the sounds of the waves crashing against the sand. Wait sand, waves? Am I on a beach? Straining to open my eyes I look around at all the sand around me, Struggling I lift myself up and weakly crawl up the sand dune to get a better look at the area around me. Having my eyes now adjusted to the bright summer light I sit up and look across the beach, I listen to the seagulls flying above me and take a moment to adjust to my situation. Let’s see, I ponder to myself, last I remember I was on a boat but my memory is really fuzzy right now. I can’t seem to remember anything about it, or how I got here. Sighing I down at myself seeing my clothing in tatters, the once elegant looking dress I was wearing was ripped and mangled from the ocean waters with course sand still on it. “Huh what's that?” Dusting off some of the sand I stand up and walk over to a box that washed up on the beach with me. Oh it’s nailed shut… Ah here we go a well placed sharp rock to pry open this conveniently placed crate. Shoving the rock into a slit on the top of the box I use all my strength and snap the lid of the crate. Peering inside the crate It looks like most of the things inside are wet and useless, but I see a sealed case inside as well as a slightly damp set of clothing that isn’t as worn down as my dress is. I pull everything I can use out of the box and end up with decent amount of survival supplies that I can use. Lets see here I’ve got a full canteen, (pure luck I’m sure) three healing potions, that sealed case I found and a set of clothes. Deciding that it was best do change out of my ripped and messed up clothes first, quickly taking a look around me to make sure that no one is looking I start to take me dress off. Even though I know there is no one around I still blush as I pull off my dress, Slipping the blue skirt I found over my plain white panties. Not wanting to have my matching white bra exposed for long I take the white blouse and slip that on as well. Hmm it’s still a little damp, and my blouse Is somewhat see through right now I think to myself as I feel my blouse and skirt up and check myself out. “Well this feels a little better” I say out loud now dressed in my cute new outfit, taking a sip of the canteen I drop down and look at the sealed case in front of me. The case it self is pretty heavy and cold to the touch, unsealing the locks I slowly open the case peeking inside I see what looks to be a silver pointy sword, “whats is this? a saber?” I think out loud. Picking it up I notice that it feels nicely balanced and the weight feels evenly distributed, huh it is pretty though. Deciding that It's worth to hold on to the saber I reach into the case again and pull out a black book, opening the mysterious book I skim over the pages. “They're all blank” I matter of factly say out loud. “Whatever I guess I’ll just take it all” Gathering up all my supplies I pack them into a makeshift sack and start to walk away from the beach and towards the thicket behind me. “Hmm this thicket looks kinda thick” Taking another sip of water from my canteen I peer through the leaves and trees and start to second think going into this forest area. Deciding that I’m not gonna to get far sitting on this beach I start to push into the trees and bushes making my way slowly forward. It’s so hot, I think to myself taking another sip from my now half empty canteen, panting I continue forward into the endless green in front of me. Moving into a slight clearing I decide to take a break in the cover of shade from all the trees around me. “My canteen is almost empty, I’ve gotta be careful or things will go from bad to worse real quick.” In response I feel my bladder pang, putting forth its opinion with all of my other problems. “Great just what I needed” I sigh, having no idea of the last time I used the bathroom. “Rustle, Rustle” Looking around myself I tense up, “...What was that?” I think to myself. “Rustle, Rustle, Rustle” Staring at a bush in front of me I backup a little feeling myself starting to shake in fear. “Aaaaaahhhhh” Jumping I scream out as a small creature runs out of the bush in front of me and runs away, “Stupid damn animal...” I try to calm myself down as I sit back down and close my eyes shaking my head in disappointment. “A little far from home aren’t you little girl” A mysterious voice comes from behind me. Quickly spinning around I look toward the voice and see a bulky man with a shaggy beard and torn clothes standing behind me. Eyeing him suspiciously I stand up and slowly back myself away from him. “Whoa now I wouldn’t try and run away if I was you” the creepy man smiles to me. Pulling out a knife he slowly moves towards me. Seeing my eyes go wide he grins “Don’t worry as long as you do what I ask you’ll be just fine.” Fear rising inside of me I stumble backwards and fall over landing on my bum, spilling my bag in the process. Looking over at my spilled stuff I see the saber sticking out of the bag, quickly grabbing it I point it at the creepy man. My hands shaking from fear of what might happen. “Oh what a cute little needle you’ve got there” the man laughs “What are you gonna do poke me to death?” Forcing myself to stand I Shake off his insults and try to relax my breathing. Calm down it’ll be okay I try to convince myself, feeling my body naturally move into a defensive stance with the saber. The man lunges forward swinging the knife towards me, I feel my body tense up in fear and a squirt escapes my body. The feeling wakes me up and at the last second I dodge to the left and stumble out of the way. Reposiniting myself I realize that If i’m not careful I could get seriously hurt or even worse I could die. Taking a deep breath I watch his movement and wait for him to rush me again, “Hmph you got lucky the first time but now you’re mine” he exclaims Watching him I wait standing still while he charges clumsily towards me, taking the opportunity I duck to the right of his slash and counter with a quick stab to his leg. “Ughgh” The man groans grabbing the stab wound in his leg “that hurt you bitch!” Showing no hesitation I lunge forward and stab his arm twice in quick succession while he is distracted with his injury. Jumping back I stand tall in my defensive stance and smile, happy with my ability so far. “Listen here you” the man panting said to me, “you’ve won this time but next time we meet I’ll get you back for what you’ve done here.” The man quickly sprints through the tree’s running away dripping blood as he leaves. Sighing I drop my guard and quickly move one hand to my crotch quietly holding myself while crossing my legs, slowly putting my saber back into my bag. Waah I really need to pee now I think to myself, All that water and that entire fight made me really need to go. Well I might as well follow that guy, he might of ran away toward a town or something “Grumble Grumble” and I’m pretty hungry to be honest. Moving forward in the direction that the creepy man went I push on, it feels like hours go by and the pressure in my bladder increases dramatically. Pushing into a clearing I see a forestry town with a bunch of small buildings and what looks to be a small Inn in the distance. Stopping for a moment I cross my legs and bounce up and down while holding myself to help relieve the pressure. “God I gotta go so bad” I say outloud to myself. If I’m quick I should be able to make it. Running down the hill towards the inn I feel myself starting to lose control over my bladder. At first It was just enough pressure to make me slow down and hold myself for a second, but it got worse and as I was walking into the town center I felt a light leak come out into my panties, forcing my face to flush bright red. Looking around there wasn’t to many people in the town, most being inside due to how late it had gotten. Not to mention it wasn’t to big of a town, only about five or six buildings besides the Inn in the center. Using both hands to hold myself I slowly walk up to the door of the Inn, thanking god that nobody was outside to see me like this. Taking my hands out of my crotch I slowly walk into the Inn, I feel the eyes of everyone inside looking at me as I walk inside. Realizing that I probably looked worse for ware I look away and walk towards the bar keep to ask where the bathroom is. “What could I do for you miss” He asks me nonchalantly not even bothering to look up from his glass that he is polishing. Blushing I shift my legs back and forth and reply “Um where is the bathroom” Looking up the barkeep eyes me up, cocking his head he motions to a corner of the Inn. Quietly I say back “Cheers” Quickly I rush to the corner of the Inn all the while blushing and trying not to lose it being this close to relief. Slamming open the girls bathroom door I rush inside just as another longer leak comes out and drips onto my leg, letting out an audible “Eek” I run up to the single stall and pull it open. “Sorry I’ll be out in just a minute” I hear come from the door. My eyes go wide and my jaw drops, Oh god no I’m so close and I’ve gotta pee so bad I think to myself, looking around in desperation for anything to help me in this situation. Pacing back and forth I hear the toilet flush in the stall in front of me, my bladder screams out in pain and I’m forced to use both hands to hold myself and double cross my legs. Slamming on the stall door I beg the girl to let me in. “Just a minute I gotta wash my hands” She replies back Hearing the water turn on drives me over the edge and I shove one hand in my crotch while keeping the other on the stall door, I feel a stream start spurting out of me and I feel my panties get soaked in response. Letting out a groan I mumble under my breath “I can’t stop it” feeling my pee splash onto my crossed legs. I manage to cut off the stream for a few seconds just as the lock on the bathroom door opens up. Being unbalanced from putting most of my weight on the door, I fall forward a little bit towards the girl. Not wanting to fall into her I try to catch myself on the side of the door with my hands. I soon find out that that was a mistake. While I did manage to stop myself from falling, I was forced to take my hand out of my crotch, allowing the full pressure from my bladder to release. Letting out a audible yelp I attempt to stop the flow, but I’m much too late. I stand perfectly still both hands holding myself through my skirt feeling the warmth of the pee wash over my legs and flow into the boots I was wearing. Closing my eyes I can’t help but let out a moan and smile from the pleasure off letting it all out. I count the seconds as I stand there letting my pee flow all over myself till the stream cuts off and the last of my pee dribbles out. “Well you certainly looked like you enjoyed yourself” Opening my eyes wide I remember the girl in front of me, Blushing I stammer “I-I’m so sorry you had to see that, This is so embarrassing.” I start to tear up from shame and drop my head. “Aw it’s okay, It is kinda my fault I took my time in the bathroom while you were out here dying of desperation.” She smiles and pats my head. “Here I’ll tell you what, I own a clothing shop not to far from here.” “How about I go ahead and get you a fresh set of clothes for you.” Looking up at her I sniffle, “Okay that seems fine” Getting up I inspect the damage of my clothes. The skirt has a very distinctive wet spot from where I was holding myself and my legs still have pee dripping off of them and into my boots and very wet socks. “Alrighty then follow me” the girl motions to me walking out the door. Taking a couple steps I hear the squishing sound my boots make as i walk out the door of the bathroom and into the open area of the Inn. Everyone again turns and looks at me as I closely follow behind the girl from the bathroom. Blushing hard I hear people drinking whisper about my wet skirt, Hanging my head I try to ignore crude remarks coming from everyone around me. Opon walking outside into the darkness the girl turns and looks at me. “By the way my name's Velvet” I give her a slight smile and respond “my name is…” What is my name, I think to myself. “You know I don’t actually know what my name is” I respond honestly “I just kinda washed up on the beach earlier today and I can't seem to remember anything.” “Oh you poor thing, well I hope we can fix that problem of yours soon.” Velvet smiles and leads me up to her house. “By all means you first” pushing me into her home I walk inside. Looking around I see the inside looks like a clothing shop, with racks of shirts, shorts, shoes, ect. Showing me to the back of the shop Velvet tells me “stay here for a second I’ll get you some new clothes to relax in. I stand awkwardly in this new place waiting for her to get back, I look at her little home inside her shop and see a cramped kitchen dining room area and small area with a couch and end table next to it. “It’s pretty cozy” I say to myself “Here you all love” Looking over i see Velvet carrying a ruby red velvet dress to sleep in. “Wow that looks so comfy” I say wide eyed. “Of course it is darling It’s a family tradition to have the best quality clothing no matter the cost.” Beaming with pride she hands me the dress and starts to walk away. “Um Velvet quick question.” “What is it?” she asks looking over at me. “Well you see I’ve got the dress but… My other clothes are all wet soooo.” “Oh don’t worry about that honey, I’ll wash all of your wet clothes for you just leave them in a pile and I’ll take care of it.” Velvet replies to me as she walks into her room. “Bu-but my panties…” I try to get out but she ignores me. *Sigh* I guess I’ll just take them off for now and ask her when she comes back out. Moving to the side of the couch I take off my wet socks and boots and lay them on the wooden floor. I then start to strip off my top and wet bottoms, standing in just my wet panties and bra I debate on whether I want to wear my bra to sleep. Just before I take it off i hear the door behind me opening up. Veeeeelvet! I scream out, covering my chest and crotch. “Ohmygod” Velvet giggles. “I thought you would be using the bathroom she laughs turning back into her room and shutting the door. Blushing I quickly strip off my bra and wet panties and stack them on my other clothes. I feel my body getting hot from being completely naked in some strangers house, but I shake off the strange feeling and rush to put the red dress on. The dress itself feels wonderful to the touch and I do a little spin in happiness. Walking over to Velvet’s room i knock on the door and let her know that i’m all done changing. Peeking her head out she looks at me still giggling. I roll my eyes at her and huff, walking back over to the couch I sit down. “Is this everything?” shes asks picking up my wet clothes. “Yes and is there any chance that I could get a fresh pair of panties” I ask blushing slightly. “Hehe I already gave you a pretty expensive dress, and now you’re asking me for panties too?” “I don’t mind getting you a pair but I doubt you have any money now do you?” Sighing I reply “no I don’t” “That’s what I thought” Velvet smiles, “by the way if you need to use the bathroom anytime tonight the bathroom’s over in that corner there.” Looking over to where she pointed at I nod my head and ask “Are you going to sleep now?” “Yes huh I’ve gotta wake up early so you just lay here and i’ll take care of everything while you get some rest.” Moving to her room she opens the door and smiles to me, “Have a goodnight, oh by the way if you’re hungry there is some food in the kitchen you can have.” In response my stomach growls and I get up to see what food she has in stock. Looking through the pantry I grab some cookies and sit on the couch munching on them happily. Setting up my makeshift bed I think about the entire day that I just had, What an adventure I think to myself. I move over to my bag and take out my saber that I found, giving it a thorough check I notice that the saber has bright red ruby’s lined in the hilt of it. This saber might actually be pretty expensive I think to myself, I really like it though it feels really natural to use. Picking up the blank book I brought with me I open it up. “Oh what's this?” I say out loud noticing the blank pages now had words on some of them, but the words were too faded to read. “Well that's weird I mutter to myself I could've sworn there were no words in this book when I found it. Shaking my head I put the saber and book back into my bag and lay down. Feeling the velvet dress on my skin I smile from how comfortable I am and close my eyes. I feel a little weird not wearing any panties to sleep, but the dress feels nice so I let myself doze off into a deep slumber.

OK, so last weekend..... I purchased a pair of Depends for myself. I loved wearing it, as I crinkled it every time I had a chance to feel it. But then, when it was time for my daily shower, I decided... “OK. How much can this hold really?” I did NOT want to leak on the floor so I put my diapered bottom over the toilet, and let loose. I was able to only go a small amount of pee, but BOY was it yellow and did it feel good on my pussy when I rubbed it~!

With the flick of a switch, your terminal powers up. The machine comes to life with a low pitch hum that whispers in your ear. The screen flashes, bearing the familiar startup screen. A bright blue glow illuminates your dark room. “Beginning start-up process." Siren announces. "Location: Horizon, Hades VI. Current date: November 19th, 2234. Current time: 7:45am. Current external temperature: 25 degrees.” The camera fixed atop your terminal glances over you like a metal eye, whirring quietly. “Opening shutters.” Daylight begins to stream into your room as you hear the mechanical shutters opening behind you. It’s dawn, the cityscape is still dark, barely lit by the rising sun. “Please enter your passcode, user.” “Passcode: David eight one.” You speak clearly. “Passcode accepted. User: Amelie Rigton.” The voice of Siren, the virtual intelligence greets you with her robotic, yet polite voice. “Good morning, Administrator.” You yawn heavily, your eyes still heavy from lack of sleep. Your nerves had kept you awake for a good part of the night. Sleep felt impossible. You awoke earlier than you had hoped, barely dressed yourself in a pair of boxers and a vest, grabbed some coffee from the kitchen and decided it was best that you made sure everything was prepared for tonight. You take a sip from the cup, the bitter coffee perks you up mildly. “Open my files, Siren.” “What system are you wishing to access, Administrator?” You set down your morning coffee by the terminal and brush back the unkempt hair from your face. With heavy eyes you gaze into the illuminated screen. The brightness hurts your eyes. “Open file 1b1a.” The terminal beeps, acknowledging your request. “Understood, Administrator. Retrieving file 1b1a: Schematics of Mecha 3V. Pilot Name: Amelie Rigton. Sc...b...zzz…” The terminal begins to hiss, screeching static as the screen flashes a warning symbol. “Error. D-Data C-Corrupted. I am sorry, Administrator. A manual registration is necessary.” “I don’t have time for this.” You sigh wearily, shaking your head in frustration. Nothing could be done about it. “Very well.” You crack your knuckles and take a seat in front of the terminal. “Create folder. Name: 1b2a.” “Folder created. Name: 1b2a.” “Pull up the contenders list for the Horizon Clash: Amateur Division.” The computer whirs as Siren begins searching. Pages flash up on the screen, too quick for you to keep track, finally stopping on a single page full of names. “Horizon Clash: Amateur Division. Hosted by Trident Corporation. Event date: November 19th 2234. Location: New Trafford Arena, Horizon district center. Current Contender Count: 20.” “Find me my entry, Siren. Mecha name: 3V. Pilot name: Amelie Rigton. Registry number: 26732.” “Searching…” The computer beeps happily. “Entry found.” _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Choose your Mech In this sequence, you are required to choose the frame of 3V. The frame chosen will also decide 3Vs starting equipment, health, and armour. As you progress through the ranks of the arena, new and better equipment will become available to you, including weapons, defensive gear, and armour plating. A mech can be designed from three frames: Vanguard, Nomad, and Titan. Each mech provides their own fighting style, strengths, and weaknesses. Mech loadout slots vary depending on the frame chosen. They are Offense/Defense/Support. The loadout slots cannot be changed, with the exception of the Nomad. All frames are capable of melee, though some weaponry and defensive items will replace the gauntlets of 3V. Weight load must be considered too. Mechs with too heavy a weight load will struggle, suffering penalties to melee and movement speed. All starting loadouts are within acceptable weight limits for their respective frame. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Frame: Vanguard Vanguard mechs are light framed mechs desired for their mobility and offensive customization. Their light armour means they can’t take much of a beating but they make up for their lack of defense and sustain with high mobility and an array of offensive weaponry. Vanguards use quick attacks and synergy between their weaponry to quickly take down heavier opponents. Their jump pack allows them to move through the air and along the ground quickly while their frame allows agile maneuvering. However, their light armour and reliance on shields means they are prone to EMPs and heavy attacks. In team battles, Vanguards serve as pure damage, relying on their team to keep the heat off them. Offense: Light Assault Rifle: A medium range assault cannon equipped with armour piercing rounds that is attached to the Vanguards right gauntlet. Fast firing with a two hundred round clip. Concentrated fire to a single area will shred the plate of heavily armoured mechs and stagger low armoured mechs. Offense: Longsword: A sharp, sleek longsword that replaces the Vanguards left gauntlet. A longsword is strong against little or no armour but ineffective against heavily armoured targets. Power can be diverted from a shield, charging the blade with electricity. Support: High Energy Shield: A high-strength shield that provides a shield around the Vanguards armour until depleted. Electrical strikes inflict more damage to a shield, and an EMP will take the shield offline temporarily. Support: Jump pack: A light and simple jump pack mounted to the back of the Vanguard, allowing for increased mobility and vertical movement. This support device is built into all Vanguard frames and can be upgraded. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Frame: Nomad Nomad mechs are medium strength mech units, desired for their versatility and jack-of-all trades combat style. The versatility of a Nomads frame prevents them from possessing a built-in device, however their frame allows them to be outfitted with almost every piece of equipment currently available. Nomads strike a perfect balance between offense and defense. They lack the mobility of a Vanguard or the heavy engagement of a Titan but make up for it with strong versatility. Weight management is highly important with Nomads to ensure the frame can handle the equipment. In team battles, Nomads serve as a flexible fighter, being customized to suit their teams need. Offense: Light Assault Rifle: A medium range assault cannon equipped with armour piercing rounds that is attached to the Nomads right gauntlet. Fast firing with a two hundred round clip. Concentrated fire to a single area will shred the plate of heavily armoured mechs and stagger low armoured mechs. The Nomad variant Is also equipped with long distance, low penetrating rounds. Offense/Defense/support: (Choose one of the following) Offense: Heavy Burst Shotgun: A double barrel cannon equipped to the left gauntlet of the Nomad. The cannon is slow to reload and only effective at close range. Successful hits will dent and damage a mechs armour as well as stagger them. -or- Defense: Heavy Holding Shield: A strong shield mounted to the left gauntlet of the Nomad. While active, the Nomad enters a defensive stance, raising the shield and slowing movement. The shield protects from frontal attacks and can be used to bash. -or- Support: Smoke Screen: A series of containers equipped with a high-heat compound. When deployed, a smoke screen surrounds the Nomad, covering it completely. The Nomad cannot be detected by thermal visioning or locked on-to while the smoke screen is active. Defense/Support: (Choose one of the following) Defense: Electromagnetic Shield: A low energy shield mounted to the rear of the Nomad. An EMS provides minimal protection from bullets and blunt attacks. If an EMP is used, the shield will overload, protecting all systems from going offline but the shield will be unusable for a time. -or- Support: Regeneration Sequence: A virtual intelligence mounted within the cockpit of the Nomad. Upon taking critical damage, the mech powers down for 15 seconds, gaining a massive shield and restoring functionality to critically damaged systems and limbs. The Nomad is vulnerable during this sequence, and an EMP will disable the regeneration. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Frame: Titan Titan mechs deploy the heaviest frames and are the mech of choice for brawlers. They’re built for long, sustained fights and can easily take a beating. Their strong, sturdy frame allows them to wield the heaviest weapons and shields. However, their thick plating does not allow a strong shield emitter, nor does their frame allow them high mobility aids. Titans use heavy defense and sturdiness to hold their ground. They are brawlers, employing crowd control to move in against their enemy and using their fists against weakened areas. They are strong enough to even remove equipment from an enemy mech. However, Titans are prone to long range attacks and armour piercing rounds that will make short work of their heavy plating. In team battles, Titans serve as support, drawing fire from the enemy while providing strong crowd control. Offense: Gunlance: A hybrid weapon consisting of a long lance and a heavy hitting rifle that replaces the Nomad’s right gauntlet. The lance allows for extreme reach and is capable of pinning a target if it hits exposed armour, but is slow to swing and struggles to penetrate medium or heavy armour. The rifle holds six heavy rounds that can penetrate up to medium plating. Up close, the rifle will dent heavy armour and stagger weaker mechs. Defense: XL EMP Gauntlet: A Titan gauntlet designed for close quarters engagement, equipped with an EMP device. When activated, the gauntlet emits an electromagnetic pulse in a radius around the mech, momentarily taking all enemy electronics offline. Once used, the EMP must recharge, entering a 13 second cooldown. Defense: Dash Boosters: Two heavy boosters mounted to the back of the Titan. When activated, the Titan performs a short dash in any direction. This device is built into all Titan frames and can be customized. Support: Trident Missile System: A heavy missile launcher carrying a payload of fifteen missiles mounted onto the shoulder of the Titan. When performing a dash or sustaining heavy/critical damage, three missiles will deploy, striking the enemy mech. After each strike the launcher will enter a 12 second cooldown.

I've been wanting to get a longer story out for awhile. My goal is to post a chapter a week (I'm thinking 5), but no promises. Hope you like it! *** “Knight to E5.” Andre smirked. “Playing right into my hands, I see. That’s exactly the move I thought you’d make. Your genius is no match for my devious plans!” Only a very perceptive person would have noticed the tiniest of quirks in the corner of Braeden’s mouth. Andre was not such a person, but he was also unfazed by the seeming lack of reaction from the man sitting across from him. Not much fazed Andre to begin with; he’d been a nurse for over 15 years, so he’d worked with all manner of patients. Braeden may be the richest of these patients, but ultimately, he was still a patient. And when patients came to the Royal Marsden Hospital, they came for one reason – to get the best cancer care in the world. Specifically, Braeden had come for the services of Dr. Graham Black, Marsden’s resident neuro-oncologist. Dr. Black wasn’t just a brain surgeon – he was a tumor-extracting genius. He only removed brain tumors anymore, and he was very good at his job. So when Silicon Valley’s latest boy genius had been diagnosed with a fairly aggressive medulloblastoma, Dr. Black knew he would almost certainly get a call. Any brain tumor is sad. A brain tumor in a certified genius is tragic. A brain tumor in a tech genius who was commonly referred to as “the Brain”? …that was just wildly on the nose. Braeden Holt was a reasonably stereotypical tech genius – skipped a grade or two, early admittance to MIT, started his own company with his best friend from college. Said best friend was Dean Pinkerton, and business media had quickly seized on “Pinkerton” and “Braeden” to make the short leap to “Pinky and the Brain.” Dean, as the forward-facing partner, had leaned into the nickname. Braeden, for his part, didn’t mind too much. He didn’t pay much attention to the media, and it’s not like the moniker was an insult. Braeden was really just there for the work. He was a true genius, focused and full of ideas. Within two years after graduating from MIT, Braeden had built the biggest accessible technology company in the United States. Now, at age 27, he oversaw an entire AT conglomerate, working with companies from IMB to GE to ensure their products included designs that could be used by people with nearly any manner of disability. Speech-to-text programs were no longer clunky and confused; they were easily personalized, with hundreds of modules depending on accent and jargon. In the reverse, text-to-speech programs no longer produced voices straight out of 80s sci-fi movies. It seemed like there was no usability issue that Braeden couldn’t solve, coming up with ideas that stunned engineers and techs would work hard to bring to fruition. In addition to his inclusion-minded company, Braeden was generally known as a good boss. If Aaron Sorkin ever made a movie about him, he wouldn’t be portrayed as a dick. He certainly wasn’t effusive – on the contrary, Braeden was introverted and quiet – but he was gentle and understanding. He didn’t play games, he was generous in his compensation packages, and JamTech was known around the industry as a highly desirable place to work. It had been a fairly smooth five years for Braeden, especially considering the likelihood of tech start-ups to flame out. He worked hard, but he loved his work. He kept a regular schedule, uninhibited by much socialization (and exactly no romantic activities), so when he’d started feeling sluggish and clumsy a few weeks ago, he hadn’t hesitated in consulting his doctor. MRI’s were ordered and quickly examined, revealing a 4-centimeter tumor on his cerebellum, affecting his balance, coordination, and overall movement. The tumor was still small, but medulloblastomas were a danger to spread through the cerebrospinal fluid, endangering other parts of the brain. Calls were made, specialists contacted, and within a week, Braeden was on a flight to London, with a specialized course of treatment being prepared for him by Dr. Black and the team at Marsden. They would start with a series of radiation sessions, aimed at keeping the tumor from growing, while Dr. Black prepared a surgical plan. The tumor was oddly-shaped, Dr. Black had explained, with small, tendril-like protrusions creeping into the fissures of the cerebellum. The symptoms were unpredictable; other than the general decrease in coordination, they couldn’t predict exactly how Braeden’s body would be affected. Any brain surgery required significant recovery time, but due to the uncertainty of Braeden’s prognosis, Dr. Black had assembled a comprehensive team of neurologists, nurses, and occupational and physical therapists to help support his rehabilitation. Obviously, Braeden could afford the very best, and that’s what the center provided for him. Accustomed to caring for wealthy and influential patients and their families, the professionals in London knew the drill – a carefully curated team of specialists were assigned to Braeden’s case. They were paid extremely well, but the work was consistent, shifts arranged so that Braeden was familiar with his entire team. No strangers would set foot in his top-floor suite of rooms. Andre was one such specialist. He was experienced enough not to be overwhelmed by Braeden’s money and fame, and he was physically strong enough to support Braeden as the young man increasingly struggled with everyday tasks. Part of Andre’s job, as was the understood responsibility of all the nurses, was to keep Braeden company. An only child and an orphan, Braeden had come to London alone, leaving his best friend and business partner to run the company back in California. At first, the idea of such a setup had seemed sad to Andre – who goes through treatment for brain cancer alone? Surely he had other friends, more distant family? But Braeden didn’t seem fazed. He was quiet but alert, not much for conversation, but kind and grateful to all his caretakers. Andre never asked outright, but Braeden seemed to be bearing his diagnosis quite stoically. Between meetings with Dr. Black and therapeutic exercises, Braeden read, slept, and kept up with JamTech through regular phone calls with Dean. Between these calls, he’d keep up his work, using one of his own recording devices to notate ideas as he thought through solutions to company challenges. Despite the increasing challenges of keeping his body moving the way he wanted it to, Braeden’s cognition was utterly untouched. If anyone had bothered to ask him, he would have said that he was grateful that the tumor wasn’t impacting the part of his brain that he actually relied on. So, with a stable and undemanding patient, Andre just kept doing his job. He had the early morning shift with Braeden, supporting the patient through physical therapy exercises, monitoring his stats, and keeping up an ongoing going game of chess. Recently, Braeden had struggled to move the pieces smoothly, without knocking over other pieces on the board, so he’d taken to calling out moves for Andre to complete. Today, the weather was nice enough that they’d moved the game out to the private balcony off of Braeden’s room. The lawn set was simple, but comfortable enough for an hour or so of chess. “So Dr. Black still hasn’t set a date for the surgery?” Andre asked. Braeden wasn’t one for small talk, but Andre and the other nurses would occasionally ask him about his treatment, just to try to keep tabs on how Braeden’s mental and emotional state was holding up. Braeden shook his head slightly in response. “I’m scheduled for another MRI tomorrow so he can check the margins. If nothing has changed too drastically, he’ll finalize the surgical plan then.” Nodding, Andre made his move. He hadn’t won a game against Braeden yet and knew that he probably never would, but he was accomplished enough to keep the matches lasting awhile. “And have you found a place for rehab yet?” Braeden would stay in the hospital for several weeks after surgery, but then, since nobody really likes staying in hospitals (even in the fancy suites), Braeden had decided that he would rent a place nearby while he continued his rehabilitation, until it was decided that he was well enough to fly back to the US. To Andre’s surprise, Braeden responded in the affirmative. “Out by Regent’s Park.” Andre nodded in approval. “Could be nice and quiet, not far from here. Good choice. What’s the layout like?” “It’s three stories,” Braeden explained, contemplating the chessboard. “I’ll have the first floor properly arranged, but I’m hoping that by the time I move in, I’ll have the capability to use all three floors.” Andre grinned. Braeden didn’t often exhibit what one might call “personality,” but through small examples like the previous statement, Andre had learned that the man was, despite his generally quiet demeanor, extraordinarily confident. It wasn’t that Braeden didn’t understand the severity of his illness; on the contrary, Braeden was incredibly well-educated and probably knew more about neurology in general and his tumor specifically than any patient Andre had every worked with. But Braeden was also possibly the hardest worker Andre had ever cared for. From moment one, he’d devoted himself thoroughly to his therapy, working to maintain as much strength and coordination as he could before the surgery so he wouldn’t have as far to climb back after. Andre had no doubt that Braeden would be able to use all three floors of his surely expensive rental home. “Well, you know how much I like working with you, man, but I’ll be happy when they let you move into that new place,” Andre said sincerely. Almost smiling for real, Braeden stared at the board. “Bishop to F4,” he ordered, quietly but decisively. Making the requested move, Andre pored over the new configuration. “I can’t see it yet, but I get the feeling that was a power move from you,” he teased. “How many moves until you win?” Braeden tilted his head to the side, unbothered by the implied compliment. He liked Andre, partially because the nurse didn’t seem to want any false humility. “Eight moves, at best,” he assessed. “Maybe eleven if you-“ Andre had been looking at the chessboard, but he immediately glanced up when Braeden stopped talking abruptly. The young man was sitting stock still, his head still askew. His eyebrows were drawn together into a look of utter confusion. “Braeden?” Andre kept his voice level, but he was already poised on the edge of his chair. He scanned his patient, silently taking in any potential symptoms. Braeden didn’t respond, but he slowly lowered his gaze to his lap. He apparently didn’t see anything that comforted him, because the look of confusion didn’t dissipate. “Braeden…” Other than silence – which wasn’t uncharacteristic – Braeden wasn’t exhibiting any overt symptoms. His breathing appeared normal, his pupils seemed responsive, and he wasn’t slouched or giving any other indications of a stroke, but Andre was ready to sprint into the room and hit the call button. “I-“ Braeden blinked. “I apologize,” he murmured. Andre let out a breath. “For what, man?” “I-“ Braeden gripped the arms of the chair. Even this slight movement was the most unnerved Andre had even seen him. “I apologize,” Braeden repeated. He straightened his shoulders, but couldn’t bring himself to meet Andre’s eyes. “I’m afraid I have to ask to cut our game short.” “That’s fine,” Andre assured the younger man, not a little confused himself. “Whatever you need.” The faintest flush tinted Braeden’s cheeks. “I need to go back inside,” he replied, leaning forward in his chair as if to stand. Andre was already on his feet, moving to support his charge. “I need to change,” Braeden continued, his voice still soft. “I…I’ve had an accident.” The final sentence was uttered just as Andre rounded the table to see the explanatory wetness across the front of Braeden’s pants. Years of training and experience kept Andre from showing any sort of shock. He’d seen much worse, of course – a little wetting accident was no big deal, even if it was completely unprecedented. “No problem, man,” Andre said easily, helping Braeden to his feet. “We’ll get you cleaned up in no time.” “Thank you, Andre.” Braeden’s voice was nearly a whisper, but he was clearly doing his best to support himself as much as possible, even though his steps were jerky and uneven. Andre guided Braeden into the bathroom to help him clean up. Understandably, Braeden still preferred to do as much of his self-care himself as possible, but he understood the requirement for supervision. The clean-up process was slow and careful, but silent. Andre knew better than to insist on discussion from Braeden in most cases, particularly as he was helping clean urine from the CEO’s thighs. After Braeden was clean and dry and settled into his bed, Andre finally broached the necessary subject. “I’m sure you don’t want to talk about it,” Andre began, pulling up the tablet with Braeden’s records, “but I’ve got to ask. What happened? Did you have to use the toilet?” Braeden drew in a deep breath. He curled his fingers briefly around the sheets, but then sat up and raised his head. “No,” he replied, simply but clearly. Andre nodded, typing in notes. “Did you feel anything at all? Any pain or sharpness?” “No,” Braeden repeated. He paused. “I didn’t feel anything until I felt wetness in my lap.” Andre finished his notes, then looked up, fixing Braeden with a well-practiced professional advice stare. “I don’t want to alarm you, Braeden, but given the positioning of your tumor, I think we need to look into this. I’m going to recommend moving your MRI up to today.” “Of course,” Braeden nodded, his voice taking on a formal quality. “Do you need any more information from me?” Scanning over his notes, Andre pressed his lips together. “I’m going to read the description of the event. Correct anything that I missed, but if it matches your experience, then I don’t need any more from you.” Braeden just stared, but didn’t argue, so Andre proceeded. “Patient was seated outside at approximately 10:15 AM. Patient experienced a complete loss of bladder control with no feelings of urgency and no pain. Patient’s bladder voided entirely –“ Andre glanced at Braeden, who nodded in confirmation. “- representing a roughly average amount of urine.” Braeden nodded once, his face blank. Andre tapped a few buttons to submit the notes on the tablet, then looked up. “We should have the MRI scheduled within the hour. Dr. Black should already be in today, so he’ll be able to examine the images right away, and we’ll see what we need to do from there.” “Yes,” Braeden agreed. “Thank you, Andre.” Andre smiled encouragingly. “I’m going to go speak to the charge nurse to make sure everyone is on the same page. Just press the call button if you need anything.” Braeden nodded, reaching for his computer, already preparing to move on and catch up on work. “Don’t worry, man,” Andre assured him as he headed out the door. “You’re in good hands. We’re gonna make sure everything works out.” Braeden hummed, not looking up from his screen. Andre just shook his head ruefully as he shut the door behind him. He’d never met a more even-keeled patient.

I recently find more messing clips in the female diapers and ageplay sector. I can remember there have been less when I was not regestered here. I personally do not enjoy messing clips, it just does not feel good, I really like wetting, though. My question is, how do you feel about messing, does it mind to you that it is a bit of a slobbery story? I mean, personally I do not think that wetting is icky, so maybe messing just feels normal to people liking that, too. Some time ago I read that story how messing feels for a woman, but that was not my thing either after having it told. So, how do you feel about it? Tailsuser

I was in my early twenties. I had just failed my final term at university due to an awful final placement and blagged my way into a new job at a children’s soft play centre. It was my second week on the job and although I was loving it I wasn’t impressed at the management and more importantly the lack of staffing. Getting a break was like gold dust and shifts were 9 hours long. I do recall the morning hadn’t been so busy and I had managed to have one earlier break in the day to have something to eat and drink but the afternoon had two back to back children’s parties which I was lead staff member for and with each party being two hours long that was four hours without a break. Because the building was warm we were allowed to drink during shifts and I carried bottles of water with me all day. It never occurred to me because I was so busy that four hours without even a loo break and lots of water was a very bad combination! The first half of the parties the children played on the equipment. I was the qualified first aided on site which meant I had to be watching at all times. Also with up to 150 kids allowed in at once you had to be around the equipment all the time to keep everyone safe. It was great exercise! Both parties were big with over twenty kids. I recall the first one going well with all meals ordered correctly and all the kids happy. By the time the kids went to the party room for food, games and cake I recall starting to feel the need to pee but I had over two hours left with no chance of a break so I just forgot about it. As I signed the first children out as parents arrived to collect them the next party group were already at the desk waiting! No chance of a quick pee break for me! I was now in behind the counter ticking names of party kids and taking food orders. I had my kegs crossed and the party was just starting! I kept really busy and the parents had a number of requests for me which meant sitting at a table with them bouncing my knee longing for five mins to nip to the loo! They bought me a mug of tea which, while I was very grateful, was also worrying me by now too. Thankfully the work ‘uniform’ of a jogging suit and t-shirt means I could at least move freely to help me hold. I notified other members of staff that I was just going to set the party room up as the parents wanted a certain table cloth and cups/plates etc all set up. Although the staff room was upstairs in the mezzanine area alas the only toilets were downstairs and I had no access to them. Upstairs, alone, with privacy I set the room up with one hand almost always between my legs. I was so bursting and had been holding at this point for over an hour and a half. I was pee dancing around willing the next 45 mins to go super quick so I didn’t have an accident. Anyone seeing me would have known very obviously that I was utterly dying to wee! Except I had no way of going! I tannoyed for the party kids to line up and brought them upstairs trying to hide the fact their party hostess was bursting for the toilet very badly! I tried to hide it by dancing along with the kids to musical statues and moving around all the time. By the time the food arrived and I had given them all out I was frantic. If only I could just nip downstairs and run to the loo! I was terrified the parents would complain though. I had to pour out juice for 30 children and as I was pouring I recall leaking a bit in my knickers. I had to stand still or the juice would spill but my muscles ached with holding so much. I sat down in a corner as the children ate and the family were preoccupied with photos etc. I discreetly held myself as best I could almost in tears at how bad I had to pee. My next job was to light candles and bring the cake in. I HAD to stand still for that and I was dreading it. Just as I was sat with very tight crossed legs and my hand between them the mum came over and asked if I would mind if she carried the cake to her daughter. I was so relieved! So I lit the candles and sat back down with my kegs crossed, my hands between my legs holding my pussy and rocking as happy birthday was sung. Once the cake was back on the table I had to cut the cake and bag 30 slices to out into party bags. I seriously could not stand still for a second and by now I think it would have been blatantly obvious that I was very eager to use a bathroom very urgently. However, ever the professional, I carried on, knowing as soon as the kids left I would be racing to the ladies! Thankfully once the kids had party bags they started heading back downstairs to be collected. This meant I could go back to the front desk where I had a bit more privacy behind a desk on all four sides of me. There was another member of staff there letting kids in and out for the centre but enough room for a few people there thankfully. With one hand now between my legs again I could feel I was a little wet already with leaks and I longed to let more out. My urethra was pounding for release! I HAD to pee. Thankfully my male colleague was too distracted with the constant stream of people to notice I was holding myself at the reception of a soft play centre in broad daylight! As the final child’s parents arrived to collect them I was dripping slowly and steadily into my knickers as I was ever close to the tap opening fully right where I stood. Just as I was about to unlock the reception door to let myself out for the loo my manager came rushing round from the kitchen saying they had run out of milk and handed me a five pound note and asked me to run next door to the supermarket ‘urgently’ as there was a queue of people wanting tea and coffee! I was about to beg her to let me use the ladies first but she stood there clearly waiting for me to go to the supermarket right then and there. I had no choice. I ran out the centre and into the supermarket next door while all the time leaking more pee into my pants. I ran into Morrison’s and straight to the bathrooms but as I was pulling my joggers down my pee torrent started and I sat on the toilet pan peeing forever right through my knickers. Once I was finished I wiped myself, removed my pants and put them in the sanitary bin and pulled my joggers back up. I washed my hands, bought milk quickly and ran back to work to finish my shift knickerless. Thankfully I don’t make a habit of wetting my pants and leaving them in public sanitary bins but that day I had no choice!

Howdy, You guys may remember this young lady from some of her other vids that have circulated around here before. Well, she just posted a new one, showing her face, several different angles of desperation, while performing mundane activities with a full bladder for almost 14 minutes. Buuuuut wait, there’s more! Its free 🙃 Yeah, this ones going in the hall of fame. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5b6dde88656f3

I am an omorashi lover who prefers videos that include explicit verbal references (or "dirty talk" if you like to call it this way) regarding the desperation and/or wetting that can be witnessed. I really like to hear women talk about their urge to pee or even mention that they are about to lose it. My native language is German and I have access to a bunch of videos from the (semi-)amateur German porn site "mydirtyhobby" that, as you all probably know, offers a lot of pee content too. So I decided to regularly share a few of them - and include self-made subtitles, hoping that this way English speakers can enjoy the language in these videos too. Of course: If you like the videos, I recommend to become a member of Mydirtyhobby and buy a few of them. There's a lot of great content added each day and supporting those amateurs will keep it this way. The first video is an old one by PoppSylvie from 2013 called "Extremdruck!! In die Jeans gepisst" or "Extreme pressure - pissed my jeans" in English. It features poor Sylvie with a full bladder on a highway rest area that obviously doesn't have a toilet. It's my first attempt on creating my own subtitles and so I chose a video with only a few lines of text - still a great one I think. I'm happy to receive constructive feedback. I'll try to post a few more in the next few days. And if one of you has a good German omorashi video for which he always wanted to know what the actors were saying, feel free to post it in here and ask for a translation. I'll be happy to create subtitles whenever I find the time. PoppSylvie - Extreme Pressure (English subs).mp4