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  1. As the titel says i was woundering how much Girls would like to see for example mee peeing myself, and IF so, how would you want the video to be like ?
  2. Let’s hold a competition for wet panties!! I’m 23 yo Japanese loving omorashi so much. I want to see your wet panties like attached photos. Please post your wet panties here whether you are female or male I prefer to watch panties after you put them off than ones you are wearing
  3. I lost a bet and as a punishment, I will have to ask my friend's permission for everything while we will be on vacation abroad. Basically he will own my ass for 10 days. Nothing you can help here. But I have a dilema. He gave me a choice what I want to wear and I can't decide what is better or worse: I'll have to present myself as a woman for all 10 days of vacation, no matter of circumstances or time of day. I'm not even allowed to take any male clothes or shoes with me and all female clothes I will take, have to be really feminine, not unisex stuff. Even pants and shoes have to be obviously female. Not really bad, because i like going out crossdressed and wearing nice clothes, but this has some downsides. I will have no male clothes for emergency and I will have to go on the plane crossdressed. I always get nervous when I have to show my ID when crossdressed and people can see my real identity. And when I get nervous, my bladder always switches in to high gear. I can wear male or female clothes and shoes by my choice, but pants have to be from thin fabric and tight. Basically only women's pants are an option. I'm not allowed to wear makeup and wig. Another twist to the story is, that I will have to wear adult pullup diaper under my pants all the time (it has to be obvious to anyone looking, that I'm wearing a diaper). I don't know, but I'm also afraid I will have to use diapers for its intended purpose even during the day. When I asked, he didn't want to say yes or no. First option also probably means I will have, more often than not, limited access to the bathroom, because he knows about my weaknesses and will enjoy controlling my bladder. I don't think he will make me wet myself regularly, but might do it occasionally, just to humiliation me. Because I like omo and I'm no stranger to wetting accidents in public, that is not too bad, even when I get humiliated a bit more than I like. We will be abroad and possibility that I stumble on someone I know, is highly unlikely. Makeup, wig and big sunglasses will also shield my face from any random photos someone might take. Second option; I can wear male clothes and I have some pretty unisex looking female pants that I can use, but downside is obvious humiliation when everyone can spot diapers and I can't hide my face behind makeup and wig. I also don't know if I will have to use diapers for its intended purpose during the day. What do you think? What would you choose in my place and why?
  4. Hi guys, this is the first ever story that I've written. It's by no means a masterpiece as I am certainly no author. I just had an idea and wanted to get it out there. I'm planning on including all of the tags I've used at some point within the chapters so sorry if your favourite hasn't come up yet. I have ideas of the direction the story will take so if you guys like it then please let me know and I'll keep posting. If you don't like it then let me know and I'll stop posting and just keep the stories to myself. One thing I will say is that these chapters will all be quite long and some may not have much actual wetting content. I'm a story lover so I'm also going to be telling a story with this. For those who don't like that sort of thing, I will try to remember to put a sort of scale at the start of the chapter, indicating how much wetting content is in it for you to just skip to. I'm not going to be indicating which tags will be used in each chapter though so you'll just have to take a gamble. For those of you who want to read the story, thank you and I hope you enjoy it. Also, please let me know of any spelling/grammar or continuity mistakes. I'm not an English major but I know how frustrating it can be when you're engrossed in something and then you spot a mistake, so I will edit it accordingly. Anyway, on with the show... Chapter 1: A New Beginning Wetting Content: Small We had been on the road for almost 3 hours. It was a hot, sunny afternoon in the middle of June and my neither my mum, brother or me had any energy to talk to eachother. Every water bottle from the pack of 6 we brought with us had been used up an hour ago, and we still had another hour's drive left. As I sat there in the back seat of my mum's new company car, I looked out the window and began to think about what our new home might be like. My mum had recently been promoted in her career, and whilst that meant a big salary increase and new car, it also meant travelling to a new town over 200 miles south of where I know. I'm very much an introvert at heart, and in my 19 years of being on this planet I've only ever had what I would consider 1 true friend. That friendship ended when I was 7 and then they moved away too. I'd never even had a relationship. Not that I hadn't had any interest, after all a 5'5 girl with the hair of Hermione from Harry Potter, and the figure of Scarlett Johansson was bound to attract a few eyes. Throw in a few freckles on my milky white skin and apparently I'm like a single flower surrounded by bees. Still, I had grown used to it over the past couple of years to the point where I barely noticed. The stares had certainly died down amongst the local boys, and even a few girls in my town. Everyone knew what I looked like by now. I was comfortable in my old town, but now I'm having to move away from the familiar faces, away from the only house I've ever lived in and move to a town none of us have ever heard of, and a house that none of us have ever seen. Not in person anyway. We'd seen a few photos that the estate agent had provided us with, but they weren't the best, and I never trust those photos anyway, they always hide something. The ones we saw made the house look very nice with it's angles and fisheye lense to make the house seem bigger. The walls seemed very clean and damp free from what I could see, so that was a good sign, and it seemed to have been renovated recently with modern appliances, but I still had my reservations. For one the carpets all seemed to be an off shade of yellow, and looked like they had stains all over them. Another there was only one photo of the bathroom, or should I say half the bathroom, as it only showed the bath and sink! However we didn't have much time to consider multiple options and as my mum said, we can always replace carpets. As we approached the welcome sign of our new town, we all gave an internal cheer. 4 hours on the move without stopping had left us all quite desperate for the toilet. I had asked to stop about 90 minutes ago when the need to pee had first started, figuring that the others would also want to relieve themselves. My mum on the other hand thought we all could hold it, she didn't like stopping if she could help it, even when nature was very clearly calling. This stubborn attitude had resulted in a few close calls and the occasional accident on past road trips, and she refused to learn from her mistake. Sure enough, as we turned down our new street I saw my mum and brother shuffle a little bit in their seats. I had also unconsciously started rocking back and forth with my hand between my legs. Our new street was long, and as I looked out the car window at all of the houses going by I saw a little kid having a water bomb fight with his dad in the front garden. I watched him laughing and running around, it was a nice thing to see, and I gave a small smile before noticing the wet patch on the kid's trousers. "Great" I thought, "what a perfect reminder of what will happen if we don't get to the house soon". I rolled my eyes and looked back out of the window, just in time to glance at the father. I could've sworn I saw a wet patch almost identical to his son's, and the rest of his clothes looked bone dry so it was either an unfortunate shot with a water bomb, or something else. As I tried to do a double take the house went out of view, and the luggage piled in the boot stopped me from looking out the back window. I shrugged it off as a trick of the light instead and went back to looking at the houses. They were all very modest, new build, semi-detached houses with a small patch of lawn out the front and a driveway big enough for 2 cars. My mum never told me how much the house was, but she did seem to think it was an absolute steal, and after pulling into our new drive and looking up at the house I had to agree. There was no way my mum could afford this place on her own normally, even with the pay rise. My mum and my dad had split when I was very young, so she raised me and my brother pretty much single handedly, and this promotion had meant a lot to us. I didn't have time to marvel at the new house and wonder how my mum got such a bargain though, because as soon as the keys in the car's ignition were turned and the engine gently switched off, it was a mad rush to the front door. My brother had a big disadvantage as he was the opposite side of the car to the house, but he is 6'2, thin as a rake and 3 years older than me, so he was able to round the car and reach the front door around the same time as me and mum. We were all dancing around at this point. As my mum fumbled for the keys she gasped, threw her hand between her legs and clenched them together, screwing up her white, knee high pleated skirt in the process. My mum is very much like me physically. She is only 37 as she had me very young, and as I've grown older we've started to be mistaken for sisters more and more. The only major difference is her bright blue dyed hair, which always makes me think of Ramona Flowers from Scott Pilgrim Vs The World. As she gasped I looked down, and as I did so I saw a small trickle of pee go down her left leg. Seeing this only made my own situation worse, and sure enough a small spurt of pee escaped into my own panties. I managed not to gasp and alert the others about what had happened, but then panic started to set in. Unlike my mum, who could just cover up an accident with her skirt, I decided to sit the long drive in my light blue skinny jeans, which would definitely show any signs of an accident. My brother had had enough, so with him being a guy, he decided to go round the side of the house and use his natural super power of being able to pee anywhere. I've always been jealous of that. My mum finally got the key in the door, unlocked it and stumbled inside. Unfortunately for me she was a few seconds too late, as at that moment my brother had started to relieve himself against the wall and the sound of the pee hitting brick reached my ears. Another spurt of pee escaped into my pants, bigger this time and I felt a bit trickle down my leg. I couldn't hold my gasp back this time, but luckily my mum had already shot off inside the house, leaving the keys in the wide open door, so neither she nor my brother heard. I managed to compose myself, grabbed the keys, went inside and closed the door. An air freshener went off as I did so, which must be on a sensor and programmed to go off whenever someone walked on the house judging from the little red light pointing down at the door. I turned and saw the house in person for the first time. As first impressions go when you enter a new house whilst fighting the urge not to just relax and let over 4 hours worth of built up pee empty into your pants, this one wasn't bad. I started heading towards the stairs whilst looking around, and saw that the house was actually quite spacious, the photos weren't lying as much as I thought. It was mostly empty though except for a few white goods in the kitchen that I could see down the hall and for some reason a wall mounted clothes horse above the radiator near the front door. I had just got to the stairs when I heard a loud "What the fuck!" Come from above me. I headed up the stairs slowly so as not to accidently release another spurt of pee into my jeans, and after eventually reaching the top, walked towards the open door to the bathroom. When I got to the doorway I looked around again. It was huge, almost as big as the lounge of the old house. The first thing I noticed was that my mum was sitting in what was very clearly the sink with her skirt up to her waist but her panties were nowhere to be seen. She was still wearing them. This was obviously very odd but I attributed it to her being so desperate that just saw the first thing with a drain and went for it, and didn't have time to pull her panties down. She had a very relaxed look on her face with her eyes closed and I could hear the sound of her pee hissing into her panties and then hitting the porcelein sink. The urge to release came back to me in full force, but I was able to control myself this time by crossing my legs and clenching like my life depended on it. I walked inside the bathroom after the urge died down slightly and looked around for the toilet. I had made it to the bath when my eyes widened in shock as the realisation hit me. There isn't one. I could barely move at this point and I definitely didn't have time to search the house. It's probably the room next door, but if I moved again then the floodgates would surely open and I would be standing in a puddle with wet jeans. I did the only thing that I could think of, I undid my jeans, grabbed the waistband of both them and my panties and shoved them to my ankles. Then in the same movement I angled my butt and vagina over the side of the bath tub and relaxed. The feeling was incredible. I closed my eyes and audibly moaned as I unclenched and the pee started gushing out down the inside of the bath towards the plug. It felt like it went on for hours, hours of pure bliss to be finally relaxed. I hadn't had a pee that lasted that long or felt that good in years. Once the flow had finally stopped I kept sitting there with my eyes closed, still recovering from that feeling. After a few more seconds I opened my eyes to see my mum still sat on the sink looking at me. I smiled at her but the smile was not reciprocated. Instead what I got was a look of confusion. She got down from the sink and dropped her skirt down, then looked back at me with the same look and said: "I ran around the whole house just now to find the toilet and found nothing. There isn't one in here, so unless I missed it in my desperation, that means there's no toilet in the house". I looked down at the floor between my mum's legs and saw a few drops of pee hit the ground that had fallen from her still soaked panties. My mum also looked down, but she looked at my jeans that were at my ankles and saw the wet spot that had formed at the crotch. "I guess neither of us quite made it in time" she said. "You think!?" I shot back in a very sarcastic tone "I asked you if we could stop over an hour ago and you refused, now we've both got wet underwear". "Alright, alright, I'm sorry. I may have misjudged the situation but I wanted to get here before rush hour and before the moving truck, I still don't know how bad the roads are around here". I was still annoyed but could tell that her appology was genuine, so I didn't push it. Instead I just told her it's ok, got up and pulled the damp clothes back up my legs. It felt weird not wiping, but the toilet paper was still in the car, not that it would have made any difference now anyway. Thinking about that suddenly made what my mum had just said register in my brain. "Hang on, there's no toilet in the house? At all?! What the hell are we going to do when we need to go?!" "I don't know honey, I'll have to call the estate agent, but we'll have to worry about all of that later. Where's your brother? We need to unload the car before the moving truck gets here". "He's somewhere downstairs, he went round the side of the house to pee when you were trying to open the front door". We both headed downstairs. "It's alright saying worry about it later" I thought, "but not having a toilet is quite a big problem, one that we needed to solve quickly".
  5. Chapter 1 When I first started writing this fanfiction, I only wanted to make one remark about it. Specifically about the fact that I had to use a translator to get certain sentences and combinations right, because my english is not well, but due to the events that have started in the world, I'm doing a second one. Let there be war only in the world of witches and only against a common enemy. 19 May 1946 It was too much even for her strength. It felt like her bladder was about to burst inside her. Throughout the day, Gertrude Barkhorn tried to keep the urine inside her and resisted with all her might the urine that was about to burst out. Every step turned into agony, and it was especially hard when the girl tried with all her might to keep it when flying. She could not start urinating in front of Hartmann, much less during a dogfight. That would have shown her weakness and become a wild cause for ridicule for the next few months. And Erika would be reminded her about it for at least a few more years. So you had to try to endure it with all your might. What right now was striving to penetrate outside, and had already dampened her delicate, white panties. The sphincter was the only muscle that Trude, with all her desire, could not strengthen with her witching abilities. So at this moment, every step was a mad game that could end in defeat at any moment. But a moment that blended into eternity. Warm, yellow droplets were already dripping slowly down her thighs and shins, and some were falling with a clatter on the wooden floor. It was a real bullying that the girl applied to her body, and soon grasped her crotch with all her might, feeling that the impending blow to her tender hole, would be her last. Her hand squeezed her crotch as tightly as the girl could allow, but even that didn't stop the liquid from gradually leaving her body. And soon a small stream, effortlessly, like a projectile, pierced her wet panties and spurted out into the so timely hand that had been set up. Immediately attempts were made to stem the flow, which were dismayingly unsuccessful. The girl was only a few steps away from the toilet, but could not take a step, gradually pouring urine into her panties from her overflowing bladder. Her dam was crumbling and her unbreakable will, after all, had found an opportunity to collapse. It was over. Fluid was bursting out through her urine canal and nothing could contain it, and the feeling her bladder felt was too relaxing to stop. - Nooo! - Shouted the girl, trying with all her might to stop what could not be stopped. - I couldn't do it. - You so pathetic. - Said Erika as she stood behind Trude's back. - You...You... Please don't look at me!!! ut Erika continued to watch the urine run down Trudi's legs and chuckled slightly as her friend struggled to stop. Hartmann knew it was no longer possible, and that Gertrude just had to stop abusing herself. It was no longer possible to resist and she should just give in, and preferably pull up her uniform so she wouldn't have to wash anything but her panty. When the long, seemingly eternal stream of urine subsided and Trude, no longer able to stand up, sank quietly into a pool of her own urine, Hartmann gently walked over to her and put a hand on her shoulder. - Are you all right? - Yes. Hartmann reached out and helped Trudi to stand up, seeing drops of yellow liquid falling from her feet. The girl in the black uniform sniffed slightly and drew an interesting conclusion. - It doesn't smell bad. - What are you speaking about? - Of course about your urine my little Trudi. A happy smile appeared on the girl's face, and she slightly tousled her short hair and looked around the puddle. It felt as if she was mocking Gertrude on purpose, making special remarks about this accident. She examined the puddle long and carefully and then looked at Gertrude and quietly concluded. Or rather not. This conclusion was short and clear, but extremely on positive tones that surprised Gertrude herself. It seemed that her friend was not mocking her. Erika reminded her of Ursula, and in those moments when it came to researching some kind of mechanism. This time it was the same, only now her usual face had changed to the appraising face of a professional scientist. - Ok, I'd say you were holding urine for about 9 hours and 38 minutes. Not a bad result for a novice witch. - What!? Gertrude was extremely surprised by what Erica had said, or rather by the fact that she had calculated the time for which Gertrude had held her bladder extremely perfectly. It seemed incredible and mind-boggling to the heart and soul. After all, how can you tell by the sight of a puddle poured on the floor how long that urine was inside a person. While the captain of the 501 wings was figuring out why Erika had come to this conclusion, the pretty girl across from her gave her own answer. - This is one of my ultimatum magical abilities. I've been hiding it, but I can tell by the amount of urine it's been in my bladder for how long. - This is so amazing! – Said Gertrude to answer. In any case, it became clear that Erika had begun to watch Gertrude despair right from the moment she put on her striker today. The fact that the girl allowed herself to do such a thing at first might have caught the proud Carlsland girl off guard. But Gertrude knew that in her position she could not be proud. She could still feel her bare heels feeling the puddle of warm, hot urine in which she was standing. How the droplets still on her thighs were slowly running down them. And there was also the extremely noticeable sensation of warm and soaked white panties sticking to her pussy. The latter was one of the most unpleasant and uncomfortable experiences one could have at the time. Primarily because Gertrude felt slightly sexually aroused as she tried to cover her soaked knickers with her hands. Her hands were not very tight against her crotch anymore, but she could feel how good it felt when she touched her clitoris, albeit purely casually, with wild embarrassment. At a certain point, Hartman looked at her friend and smiled. A pleasant breeze blew in through the window and both girls grinned slightly. Still, no matter how much Trude cried, it was impossible to change what had happened. She really couldn't hold her bladder like a little girl. So the point of embarrassment was gone and when the girl in front of her returned to normal, Erika continued. - Okay Trudi. We have to clean up now. I'll get a rag and a bucket and you take your panties. - Erika was right, because walking around in wet panties wasn't very pleasant, and Gertrude obeyed the commands. - I can't believe it's me doing your commands. – answered Gertrude slowly pulling her soaked panties down. Indeed, Gertrude seemed to be senior to Erika in rank, but now she was just not in a position to be in charge. Still, she was being offered a friendly helping hand. And in this situation it was not worth refusing. Gertrude had once helped Erika, when she had been shot down by a high speed neuroi, and although that situation was not comparable to what was happening now. Still, no one's life was at stake here. Barkhorn's body had exhausted its strength in the course of trying to keep all that urine inside her bladder. She looked somewhere on the floor, where the puddle of urine was slowly disappearing, as Erika cleaning by the rag there. However, after the puddle was gone, Erika looked at her friend and gently moved her hand under her pussy. It got wet very quickly, but Erika quickly stopped the movement and then looked again at her friend's face. The most amazing thing about it was that she was looking from down to up. She no longer felt the oppressive and overpowering superiority of the girl standing beside her. Erica touched Gertrude's pussy again and then kissed her gently on the neck. She only heard a light moan in response, full of pleasure and despair. And this time that despair was caused by helplessness, not by a full bladder and a minute-by-minute weakening sphincter, as it had been ten minutes ago. Although what was happening then could also be called that word. Helplessness. That was the feeling that never left Gertrude. - Hartmann...Please. - Please what? - The girl whispered softly and licked her friend's neck again. However, Erika was far from sadistic, and she didn't want to make her friend cum in the corridor, so she quickly removed her hand. Hartmann shifted and spread the fingers of her hand, watching as Trudi's piss and warm juices gently mingled on her arm. Both girls looked at each other. There was a slight smile on Erika's face as she licked the fingers of her right hand. And then she added, barely audibly. - Welcome to the Karlsland omorashi union, Yep! (For those who may not know the characters, Gertrude Barkhorn on the left and Erika Hartmann on the right) I plan to include almost all the Karlsland characters in the fanfiction, however, this part is only the beginning. And later on, we'll have a lot of girls trying out different methods of holding urine in different clothes and states.
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  7. The hot high school student was late for class.She needs to get dressed quickly.She hadn't peed in the morning.On her journey from home to the bus station, she made several stops to hold it.She realised she wouldn't make it to school while on the bus, so she opened her legs and began to leak a little.But then the worst happened: she began to leak uncontrollably.Others on the bus began to notice the hissing noise because it was so loud. The huge puddle at the back of her skirt is visible.
  8. "Uhmm... Uhmmmmhhh..." A white-haired girl in her pajamas rolled on her bed, her legs tightly squeezing the soft, fluffy pillow she was hugging. Judging by her youthful looks, you would be forgiven to think that she was still in middle school, even though by all rights, she was already in high school instead. "Need to go... the bathroom..." Not to mention her current... issue, which normally wouldn't happen to an older girl of her age. She turned and groaned, one hand now buried in her crotch. Her hips gyrated back and forth, giving a nice view of her ample bottom. "Mmmm... It's locked... Why is it locked?" Her fidgeting grew more intense as time went on. She now had both hands pressed into her crotch and was actively rolling back and forth. Until eventually, she rolled too much and fell off her bed. Now, normally, a year ago, this would be when the warmth of shame spread between her legs, soaking her panties, pajama trousers, and the poor carpet that her mother would've to clean later. But, thanks to a certain incident, that would never happen again. "Urghhhh..." She opened her eyes, sitting groggily for a moment as she rubbed them. Only to return back to her squirming state from before, burying her hands between her legs yet again. "Oooh, I really need to go..." Swiftly, she stood up, quickly switching into a pee dance as she thought about what her next action should be. "Mom! Are you awake yet? I need to go!" The girl slowly made her way out of her room, still writhing and squirming, moving her ample butt left and right. "Honey, I'm coming!" To her relief, she didn't have to go down the stairs in this state as her mother barged into the room right before she could reach for the doorknob. Slamming the wood right onto her face in the process. "Kyah!" She let out a shriek as she fell backwards, landing on her bottom with her legs wide open. The perfect pose to have an accident. "Honey! Are you al—oohhh!" The older silver-haired lady pressed her hands into her crotch, feeling her bladder rapidly expanding, sending her into a state of desperation in an instant. As for the young girl, she experienced the exact opposite. She had a blissful, relieved look as her full bladder deflated. However, there was no warm puddle forming between her legs. Her panties and pajama pants remained completely dry. Sadly, the older woman didn't experience the same fortune. "Ahhnnn... It's coming out..." She bit her lip, tears forming in her eyes as a soft hissing noise filled the air, followed by the acrid scent of pee. She fell down, still burying her hands as warmth exploded from her tinkle tank. A woman in her thirties (though she certainly didn't look the part) wetting herself. And right in front of her daughter too. When she finished, her white skirt and panties were soaked from top to bottom. Even her socks and sandals didn't escape the wetness. She now sat in the middle of a large puddle of her own making. Indeed, ever since that certain, fateful day, the girl could not pee on her own. No matter how desperate she got, not a single drop would escape her own peehole. She could only transfer her pee to other women, using their peeholes as hers. Holding it in permanently was not an option as eventually, she would either damage her own bladder or it would just burst, transporting her pee into every single female near her. Not to mention the pain she would incur by doing so. Seeing her mother having an accident, the girl... - felt extremely bad. She had embarrassed her terribly for sure! (Lawful +1) - felt just a little bad. It can't be helped! She was bursting! (Chaotic +1) - felt a strange sense of delight. Her pretty mother wetting herself like this... It just makes her even cuter! (Lewd +1) For the two alignments, they would have opposing effects on our character's bladder: Lawful = The more Lawful she is, the stronger her control over her bladder is. She can hold for longer and she can prevent accidental bladder transfer more. At max Lawful, she can hold for days without transferring a single drop. Chaotic = The more Chaotic she is, the weaker her control over her bladder is. She can hold for less and would accidentally leak her bladder content to girls surroundings her more. At max Chaotic, she can barely hold her water at all. She has to constantly transfer her pee into everyone around her. And a lot of the time, she wouldn't even be able to control who she transfers it to. As for Lewdity, the bigger Lewdity she has, the more willing she will be to do lewd stuff. It also makes her personality be lewder as well. Also, vote for her name as well. Try to give her a vaguely Japanese name. (I reserve veto right if I don't like the most popular name).
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    Here are the first 32 photosets from Snuppa, as mentioned in this thread: The folders are grouped in zips of 10 except the last one that adds folders 31 and 32 (I don't have the ones numbered from 33 to 40). I added one sample from each photoset from different parts of the sets (desperation, losing it, fully wetting, afterwards), tell me for the later batches which ones you prefer.
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    Here are the rest of the Snuppa photosets, numbers 101 to 112 and the latter ones without number. Enjoy
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  11. View File Snuppa Photosets 101-112 + others Here are the rest of the Snuppa photosets, numbers 101 to 112 and the latter ones without number. Enjoy Submitter gus74 Submitted 06/09/2022 Category Female  
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    Third part (of four) of Snuppa Photosets, from 71 to 100. The sets are grouped in zips of 10, and I added a sample from each set (the files are reduced because of the size limit in the post, in the zips are full-sized)
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  13. View File Snuppa Photosets 71-100 Third part (of four) of Snuppa Photosets, from 71 to 100. The sets are grouped in zips of 10, and I added a sample from each set (the files are reduced because of the size limit in the post, in the zips are full-sized) Submitter gus74 Submitted 06/08/2022 Category Female  
  14. View File Snuppa Photosets 41-70 Here's the second batch of Snuppa photosets, 41 through 60 (I don't have the ones numbered from 33 to 40). Some sets have missing files, I anyone have them complete they'll be appreciated. The sets are grouped in zips of 10, and I added a sample from each set (the files are reduced because of the size limit in the post, in the zips are full-sized) Submitter gus74 Submitted 06/06/2022 Category Female  
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    Here's the second batch of Snuppa photosets, 41 through 60 (I don't have the ones numbered from 33 to 40). Some sets have missing files, I anyone have them complete they'll be appreciated. The sets are grouped in zips of 10, and I added a sample from each set (the files are reduced because of the size limit in the post, in the zips are full-sized)
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  16. When I started to film this one I was already 9/10 but still managed to last 20 mins \o/ The "Normal" video is the main video. After the wetting there is a second wetting angle, with zoom waist bellow. This zoom has a watermark bellow from my free converter but it doesn't not hinder anything. I included a "Zoomed" bonus video, which is an uncut version only waist bellow. There is A LOT of screenshots and I really liked this set.
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  17. View File [CROSSDRESSER] Jeans skirt + white leggings When I started to film this one I was already 9/10 but still managed to last 20 mins \o/ The "Normal" video is the main video. After the wetting there is a second wetting angle, with zoom waist bellow. This zoom has a watermark bellow from my free converter but it doesn't not hinder anything. I included a "Zoomed" bonus video, which is an uncut version only waist bellow. There is A LOT of screenshots and I really liked this set. Submitter Larissa Cross Submitted 05/29/2022 Category Transgender (MtF)  
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    Good morning babys! My name is Miah, I am a video game creator who has started her career this year, right now I am developing ABDL games on Patreon. "A Whole Week In Diapers" and "The Demon Nursery"! If you want to know more about the video game you can download a Demo below, you can also visit Patreon because all the official versions of the game will be published there, all the story and minigames that are created will only be accessible from Patreon! I love you all and thank you for reading me, kisses~ ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- History: In this game you are going to control "Mia", a girl who is going to visit a friend that she has not seen since she was little, Mia and her friend Emily will live many adventures in Mirst Town, the city where Emily lives, in addition to discovering that this town hides something... What will it be? You will have to find out! n.n ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- If you are interested in playing any of my games I recommend you stop by my patreon! You can enjoy all of them for a small contribution as well as helping me to continue creating this content. You will also have access to the ChangeLog of all versions and the updates and unique content posts that I put up! It's really worth joining n.n ------------------------------------------- Download Link (Full Game Patreon): Here ------------------------------------------- Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/ABDLMiah Discord: https://discord.gg/Bn8JKDvCzZ
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  19. View File Snuppa Photosets Here are the first 32 photosets from Snuppa, as mentioned in this thread: The folders are grouped in zips of 10 except the last one that adds folders 31 and 32 (I don't have the ones numbered from 33 to 40). I added one sample from each photoset from different parts of the sets (desperation, losing it, fully wetting, afterwards), tell me for the later batches which ones you prefer. Submitter gus74 Submitted 05/26/2022 Category Female  
  20. I've seen this for a very long time. I've only watched Sample. I want to see it all. Can someone please buy and upload it? Thank you in advance. Link: https://jade-net-home.com/products/123175?m=
  21. This will be a multi-part saga of Tori, an 18-year-old girl who is told it's ok to have 'accidents' multiple times by her parents. I tried to make the settings and situations semi-realistic. I also tried to keep it relatively clean sexual-wise (don't worry there is plenty of wetting). The first part of the story is loosely based on a story I read on another site many years ago, but I added a lot more details. The tags also hint towards what's to come in the future parts. PART 1 - Movie Nights It all started the summer before senior year. Being one of the older students, Tori was already 18. She spent a lot of time with her parents, for they were young - not even 40 as they had her when they were only 18 (although Tori would not follow in their footsteps). She sat with them in the living room of their fifth-floor apartment watching a movie. The activity had been her family’s nightly summer ritual. She reclined on the leather lounge chair, her parents on the couch. Both pieces of furniture were encased in a plastic cover to protect them, as their pet cat suffered a UTI. Besides the sound of plastic rustling when she adjusted, she could barely notice a difference when lounging in the chair. This was not the family’s only bathroom-related issue, however. Faulty plumbing issues had rendered both the toilets in their house useless. The plumbers needed to replace all of the sewage piping, so Tori and her parents had been using the next door neighbor’s house to shower and use the bathroom. As she sat there, she began to notice a tingling in her bladder. She moved her jeans-covered legs back and forth to distract her body from the feeling, but the growing pressure refused to subside. “Do you think I can use Mrs. Perry’s bathroom?” she asked her parents, trying to restrain any tones of discomfort from her voice. Her mom answered, “Oh no, dear, it’s almost 10 pm, knowing her, she's definitely asleep by now.” Tori gulped, her shoulders tensing in a slight panic. “How bad do you have to go?” asked her mother. “Pretty bad,” said Tori. She could realistically hold it for a while longer, but the bulging on her bladder proved too great to simply ignore. “Do you think you can make it to the morning?” asked her mother. Tori knew this would be near impossible. “No…” she uttered, shaking her head. “Alright, then you can just go,” her mother stated. Tori’s forehead crinkled in confusion. “Where?” she asked. “Yourself,” her mother answered, rather matter-of-factly. After a brief pause, she reassuringly added, “The chair is covered anyway, so don’t worry about that.” The words struck Tori, doing little to ease her confusion. Were her parents really giving their 18-year-old daughter permission to wet her pants? She looked over at her father, his blank expression unfazed. Her mother’s poker face also showed little sign of worry. Surprised at their nonchalant attitude towards her predicament, she considered her mother’s offer to relieve herself right then and there, but decided against it. Instead Tori continued to hold on. Thirty minutes later, still watching the movie, Tori’s bladder continued to balloon. Soon, her mother’s suggestion seemed more likely. Tori weighed her options - she could walk down five flights of stairs to get outside, but then what? Retreat to a city ally past 10 o’clock at night to squat amongst the trash? Tori finally conceded, thinking to herself, “Oh what the heck. The couches are protected anyway, and there’s nowhere else to go.” With that, she relaxed and let go. At first, she flinched from the warm trickle escaping into her panties, but soon the feeling of relief sent tinges of pleasure and relaxation throughout her body. It felt weird letting the liquid go, soaking her jeans, but the warmth spread around her crotch and felt strangely comforting. The glow of the TV provided just enough light for Tori to see the dark patch expanding on her denim-covered lap, like a warm storm cloud materializing in the sky. The release felt freeing, her aching muscles thanking her, throbbing with the pleasure of relief. Tori sat in her warm puddle for the remainder of the movie, savoring the fact that she no longer needed to go. She kept her muscles relaxed, letting the few remaining spurts re-warm her. When the movie ended, her dad went to bed, but her mom stopped by her chair first. “Did you go?” she asked. Tori nodded her head. “Yes, I went..” she squeaked, obviously embarrassed. “It’s okay, honey. Accidents happen,” reassured her mother. "After all, I’ve had a couple this week when watching TV after you were in bed. Just be sure to wipe up the plastic with a towel!” Tori suddenly understood why her parents appeared so nonchalant when telling Tori to relieve herself. She knew her mother suffered a weak bladder, but by the carefree tone of her voice when recalling her own accidents, this told Tori that it must have been a frequent event for her mother, or at least occur often enough for both of her parents to have grown accustomed to it. With this comforting reassurance in her mind, Tori bode her mother goodnight and wiped up the plastic-covered chair with a towel and spray cleaner. The next night played out similarly. School wouldn’t start for a few more weeks, so Tori continued to stay up late and watch movies with her parents. Her body’s bathroom schedule also remained consistent, as she soon felt the familiar urge pressing below. She asked her parents if Mrs. Perry was awake, to which they answered no. This prompted Tori to ask in a nervous voice, “Can I just go here again?” Her mother immediately answered, “Of course honey. You don’t even have to ask, just go if you need to go.” Tori approved of the answer, for she secretly looked forward to getting to have another ‘accident.’ She relaxed, her heart already pumping with excitement. She felt the first burst escape, warming her panties. Unlike last night, tonight she wore her sweatpants-shorts, which she figured would not hold as much liquid. Therefore, she decided to instead slowly release, one spurt at a time. This prolonged the pleasure, for as soon as the wetness of the last spurt began to cool, she would let out another burst, re-warming her crotch. She noticed the light gray fabric of her shorts turn a darker gray, almost black. She continued releasing slowly throughout the movie, until finally the credits rolled and her parents went to bed. Before getting up, she released the rest of her bladder, sighing as the warm stream encased her entire crotch, hips, and butt in a soothing, relieving embrace. This became her naughty habit for the next few days. The next night she wore a pair of snug leggings which hugged her thighs and calves tightly and perfectly. She could hardly wait for tonight’s movie to begin. As the opening credits rolled, she immediately started releasing the warm trickle into her pants. Although the black fabric did not change color, they held the warmth around her legs, crotch, and butt, and they did turn quite shiny, reflecting in the faint light of the TV. After the movie ended and her parents went to bed, Tori again emptied the rest of her bladder, leaning back in the chair to let the warmth spread down her legs further. Tori then saw her mother return with a towel, and she started to wipe up the couch where she and Tori's father had been sitting. Tori was shocked, as she had not actually witnessed one of her mother’s accidents and was unaware that she too wet herself during the movie. Before saying goodnight, her mother offered her the towel. “Do you need this too, honey?” Tori felt a gulp drop down her throat. She did not tell her parents about tonight’s ‘accident,’ but her mother seemed to correctly assume it still happened anyway. Tori nodded her head and took the towel, sopping up her own puddle. The wiping routine now seemed normal, reinforced by her mother’s own accident and carefree acknowledgment of Tori’s accidents. If this was the new normal, Tori oddly enjoyed it. As the days went on, Tori continued her wet habit, experimenting with different bottoms each night. One night she wore her red athletic shorts, this time deciding to hold until halfway through the movie to enjoy the feeling of relieving pressure. She strongly enjoyed this, and so the following night she actually started drinking more water starting around noon without using the neighbor’s bathroom, holding in preparation for the nightly movie. This time she wore her tight-fitting white jeans, flooding them in a warm torrent, the relief of a half-day hold sending relaxing waves of pleasure rippling through her body. The white material had become transparent, providing her with a clear glimpse of her moist panties underneath. Another night she forwent the desperate holding, instead opting to deliberately push the warm stream into a pair of her pink khaki short-shorts. On the last night of her movie wetting streak, Tori was shocked to feel a warm trickle enter her plaid pajama bottoms, completely without her intent. Was this an actual accident? Her body must have grown to associate the movies with release. Nonetheless, she welcomed the warm stream, and actually pushed it to keep it going. During a few of these wet nights, she saw her mom return with a towel and spray to clean up her own remnants. Her mom would always offer Tori the towels and cleaning spray, while carelessly proclaiming “Another day, another accident.” Tori loved her and her mother’s attitude towards the situation, the carefree treatment of what had become just another part of their daily routine. About a week of this wet movie watching had passed, and the plumbers had finally fixed the pipes in the apartment. Tori had actually felt slightly disappointed, having come to enjoy her nightly accident. Oh well, she thought, all good things must come to an end. After all, she was running low on clean clothes. However, the plastic coverings remained on the couches, this knowledge still creeping in the back of her mind. On the first night with usable toilets, she instead again opted to secretly release as she sat on the chair and watched the movie, the familiar warmth spreading through her jean shorts. After the movie, Tori was surprised to see her mom again carrying a towel and spray cleaner. Her mom also seemed shocked to see Tori still sitting in the chair. However, the ease returning to her voice, her mom admitted, “I know the toilets are fixed, but sometimes it’s just easier to go where you are.” Tori sat with her mouth slightly agape as her mother cleaned up. “Do you need this too, honey?” Somehow she correctly guessed that her daughter had also skipped the bathroom. When Tori cautiously accepted, her mother affectionately uttered, “Like mother like daughter.” Some time of ‘secret’ wetting later, the family cat’s medication seemed to finally kick in, as it began to exclusively use the litter box. Tori’s dad removed the plastic coverings from the furniture. This served as the true ending to Tori’s nighttime movie accidents, which upset her, but ultimately she realized that she should probably renormalize her body’s behavior, especially as school was starting soon. She wondered if her mother would have left the plastic coverings over the couches if her dad never removed them. However, with or without the protection, this would not be Tori’s last time indulging in her habit. -part 2 coming soon-
  22. Some characters I want to write omo for but don't know how to go about/ lack motivation for rn: Open to suggestions/ideas! Jojo's: Kakyoin (Probably a situational accident) Akira (Maybe forced accident or accident due to his own stupidity) Daniel D'Arby (accident due to his stupid pride) Avdol (Anything cute. Avdol is adorable) Josuke (Whiney bitch) Okuyasu (Whiney-er bitch) Mista (I must fluster sweet little Mista. with his buddy Trishhhh) Ghiaccio (I want him to cry. Public humiliation) Prosciutto (Break down a strong man) Part 4 Jotaro (Stoic man? Make him piss himself, obviously) Secco (Bondage wetting, of course) Doppio (baby) Tiziano and Squalo (Couple piss<3) Gyro and Johnny (Desperate buddies <3) KARS Ace Attorney: Edgeworth, obviously Gumshoe? Phoenix, of course Klavier Meekins Jake Marshal Danganronpa: Mondo Kiyotaka Gundham TF2: Sniper. nuff said Thats it, lol Marvel: Dr. Strange because fuck you Loki because Loki -and I also because I love watching powerful people suffer and endure shame Side note: I may be able to do full-on requests some time(s) this year. Free stories? O-O...
  23. Note: This is fiction though some of it is based on one of my actual experiences. The rest is wishful thinking, if you like. Warning: it's not all strictly omo related but I hope that some of you will find it of interest anyway. *** I really enjoy giving someone a massage. Well, I enjoy receiving one too; but there’s something about seeing and feeling someone becoming more and more relaxed as my hands work over their body that gives me a lot of pleasure. I’m not professionally trained - though I have been told I could charge for the touch of my fingers - but I’ve gathered a fair bit of experience over the years. Or should I say I’ve had a few experiences? Anyway, here's my memory of one of them. Through circumstances that I won’t go into here, a man I’ll call Rod who I sometimes meet in the pub was aware of my ‘talent’ and after a pint or two together one evening he asked me if I’d be interested in giving his girlfriend a massage while he watched me doing it. That sounded intriguing so I readily agreed. We arranged that I’d come round to his flat the following Thursday evening when he knew that Jane (his girlfriend) would be in. I was in a semi aroused state all day when Thursday came around as I daydreamed about what might unfold that evening. And when it came to it, the reality was even better than my wildest dreams! But I’m getting ahead of myself. I’ll try and tell things in the order they happened or I’ll have reached the climax (ahem - maybe I mean mine. I confess I have to stop typing every now and then - I expect you can imagine why! - as I’m recalling this) before I’ve finished. Where was I? Oh yes.. setting off in my car for Rod and Jane’s flat on a rather wet and windy September evening some three or four years ago. I had my ‘gear’ with me, not that I needed much: a couple of thick, white freshly washed towels and a small bottle of baby oil plus a plastic sheet to cover the bed in case of spills was all that was required. Easily and discreetly carried in a small bag as I got out of my car which I’d parked at the end of their street, opened the gate that led to the block of flats and rang their bell. There was no response at first so I hoped there hadn’t been some misunderstanding and I’d come to the wrong place or this wasn’t the time we’d arranged. But I was sure I’d got it right so I rang the bell again. After another short pause Rod’s voice came over the intercom. I identified myself, the door clicked open and I went up the stairs to their first floor flat. As I approached, the door half opened and Rod greeted me quietly. He was wearing a dressing gown (and nothing else, as I soon discovered) and looked rather flushed. He opened the door more widely to let me in, closed it behind him and pointed to another door through which I caught my first sight of Jane, who was lying on a double bed that filled most of the room. And what a sight it was! She was in her early 30s (as was Rod) but could have passed for much younger as her unmadeup face was flawless and the skin on her body was smooth and unblemished. I could see most of it since all she was wearing was a white low cut bra and a pair of white cotton panties that were pulled up tightly round her waist, revealing a clear outline of the cleft between her slightly parted thighs. Like Rod, her face and indeed her whole upper body down to her barely concealed breasts were flushed and I guessed they’d been ‘warming up’ before I arrived. I sensed that this was going to be a very pleasant evening! And a pleasurable twitch in my pants backed this up. Though one potential snag was that I was starting to need the toilet. I didn’t expect them to be into ‘watersports’ (it’s a niche area after all) and I’d meant to go before I left home, but in my eagerness to get there I’d neglected to do so. I suppose I could have asked them where the bathroom was before we began the main proceedings of the evening but Rod was obviously eager to get started so I decided to wait until we had a break. And my mind - and body -was soon occupied with other things which needed all my attention. Rod explained that he’d like to sit in a chair beside the bed and just watch while I gave Jane her massage and she nodded her agreement. They’d evidently discussed this and planned things out - though in the end I reckon we all got a bit more than any of us has had expected. In the best possible way, I hasten to add! So I invited Jane to move to one side while I laid out the plastic covering and towels, explaining as I put the bottle of baby oil on a radiator to warm up that I didn’t want to risk getting any oil stains on their bedclothes. Or any other kinds of stains, I thought to myself but didn’t say out loud. Once everything was prepared, I suggested to Jane that she lay face down on the towels and make herself comfortable with a pillow under her head. I was feeling decidedly overdressed so I took off all my clothes apart from my white briefs - though I did wonder if that would mean it would be very hard to conceal my arousal since I could feel a familiar throb between my thighs as I gazed down at the beautiful sight of a young woman lying face down in front of me waiting for the touch of my hands on her body. The whole scene was evidently affecting Rod as well, as he let the front of his dressing gown fall open and I caught sight of his penis which was swelling and growing hard and erect. Now, I’m mainly attracted to women but in this case the whole set up was so erotic that I was willing to go along with whatever transpired. And since Rod was obviously fine with allowing me to see his arousal and Jane seemed relaxed about everything - well, who was I to draw a line anywhere? Indeed, I’m generally fine with almost anything provided it’s mutually agreed and doesn’t do anyone any harm. The increased stirring in my briefs indicated that a certain part of my anatomy was more than fine with the situation. Time to get down to work! Not that it was work in any sense of the world. Play would be a better word as I knelt behind Jane and bent over her outstretched body to place my lightly oiled hands gently on her shoulders. She shivered slightly - not with cold, I was sure, as my hands were warm but rather, I felt, with anticipatory pleasure. I won’t give a moment by moment account of what happened over the next hour or so - but I will mention that, pleasurable though it was to all three of us, I started to become increasingly concerned about my growing need to pee. And just as I was about to call for a break so I could slip off to the bathroom, Jane (who had removed her bra and was now lying face up) placed her hands on mine where they were gently rubbing her inner thighs and held them still before saying “Could we take a break for a bit?” I guessed that she needed to pee too! This was getting interesting. She must have been aware of my state of arousal as she kept glancing at the firm outline of the bulge in my briefs. To be continued.
  24. Anyone ever hold so much till they actually lose it and not be able to stop after… I know I’m damaging my bladder but the less control I have the more exciting it is to wet… I’ll never muster the courage to wet in public intentionally or whatever… so I’ve been dwelling on it… I have reached a point where I wake a few times a month in the middle of wetting the bed… which scares me but also it excites me and I wanna keep teetering on the edge of actual incontinence… is that weird?
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