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  1. As witnessed from the previous story, the increased traffic around holidays offers definite chances of being caught away from a toilet. I didn't want to get my hopes up that I'd get a repeat performance over Christmas, but we were traveling a lot farther that over Thanksgiving, so there was a very real chance. The day after Christmas we had a day-trip planned to visit family about 120 miles away. It normally only takes 2 hours, but that is without traffic. I was hoping to mostly avoid it on the way up by leaving in the morning, but I knew we were screwed on the way back. We rounded the kids up and left around 10. We made a few stops on the way out of town, getting breakfast then stopping at a park since it was (surprisingly) nice outside. My wife, Jenna, must have forgotten to pee because as soon as we got there, around 10:30, she went straight to the toilets. We walked around the park for around 30 minutes before getting back on the road, with a stop at a travel-stop on the way out of town. We all grabbed sodas, plus Jenna got a coffee. We managed to not have too many hold-ups on the highway, and before an hour was up Jenna had drained her coffee and was halfway through her soda. She already had her legs clamped firmly together at this point as we passed by a small town with a few restaraunts. I saw Jenna looking at them as we drove past before squeezing her legs together and asking why we didn’t stop to eat. I told her I was waiting until we got to a chick-fil-a about an hour later, and she nodded her head then squeezed her legs again. About 20 minutes later we passed by our usual half-way point stop, but surprisingly Jenna didn’t ask to stop. Lately she has been holding on even longer than normal because she wants to get the trip over with, so I assumed that’s what was happening. Still, I was quite surprised because she hadn’t peed in over 2 hours at this point and had drunk a coffee, a soda, and some water, and obviously needed to pee. A few minutes later she scooted back in her seat and shifted her position around, probably to relieve pressure on ber expanding bladder, but still didn’t say anything. She didn’t have many outward signs for the next 45 minutes and was quietly staring ahead at the road, but that changed when I exited the highway. She shook her head as if waking up, then squeezed her legs tightly together before looking around to see where we were. I told her I was stopping at a Chick-fil-a and she immediately said “Finally! I could REALLY use a bathroom!” I knew it! It took several more minutes before we finally saw the chick-fil-a, and it was on the other side of the highway. Jenna immediately slouched down as she realized she had to wait even longer, and said “But it’s a long way away!” She crossed her legs tightly while rapidly tapping her fingers on the armrest. Before we could cross over the highway we were stopped behind a long line of cars waiting to make their way across the bridge. Jenna sighed loudly in exasperation at yet another delay and started bouncing her leg rapidly. Finally, another 2-3 minutes later, we made it across and entered the parking lot. Chick-fil-a always has crazy lines around lunch time, and this time it was so bad I couldn’t even get to a parking spot. They had a poor, frazzled, employee out directing traffic, but that wasn’t good enough for Jenna. About 5 seconds after we stopped, Jenna blurted out “Move, you fucking truck! I have to PEEEEE!!!!” She unbuckled her seatbelt and was about to jump out of the car where it was, but before she could open the door I was waved ahead and parked. As soon the car stopped, she jumped out then hurried to get the kids inside. She stayed with me while we were ordering, shifting her weight around the whole time, then darted to the bathroom as soon as I had the orders in. It had been 3 hours, along with some coffee and a soda, since her last pee, so I can only imagine how much she had held in. At this point, I was already satisfied with the desperation I had seen. Little did I know what was to come! We continued on, arriving at our relative’s house around 2. It’s a fairly large house, and there were lots of people, so I had no way of keeping up with Jenna’s toilet breaks. After holding a long time she always needs to pee again fairly soon, plus she was drinking a lot of water because she had a headache, so I assumed she went at least once and probably more. Around 4:30, I sat down next to her. She seemed to be in daze and was quiet. It seemed she still had a little headache, was very bored, very tired, and totally overwhelmed with all of the people. I hung around with her for the next 45 minutes, chatting with various people, before I checked my phone and realized there was some major traffic on the way home. I started rounding everyone up so we could say our goodbyes and Jenna drank another full glass of water before we finally made it to car. She definitely hadn’t peed since I saw her an hour prior, and I’m not sure how long before that, so she at least had a somewhat full bladder already and there was a large glass of water making its way there on top of it. I was fully expecting her to ask to stop when we passed a clean gas station a few minutes later, but she didn’t. After we had been on the highway a few minutes and she had time to relax a little, though, I think she realized her need and started regretting not asking to stop. She got quiet and shifted around in her seat uncomfortably. Had she really forgotten to pee on the way out? I couldn’t tell for sure, but I figured I'd find out soon enough. There was another gas station she liked a few miles up the road. As we got near, she didn't bring up a stop, so I assumed she had peed right before I saw her and just wasn't that full. Nothing more happened for another 45 minutes, until we neared our normal stopping place when I asked if she needed to stop. She silently shook her head”No”, but as we passed by it she turned her head around, looking at it through the window as it disappeared. I could almost read her mind - she seemed to already be rethinking skipping the stop - but she remained silent. About 5 minutes after we passed by, I heard her quietly mutter something under her breath. I couldn’t completely make it out, but I definitely heard something about missing the bathroom. She WAS regretting it! Unfortunately it was too dark to see her by now, so I had to rely on my ears for clues. We were about to merge in with another highway, so for the rest of the trip there was a definite chance of traffic. I glanced at Google Maps and sure enough there was some major traffic for the last 20 miles before we got home, but still 45 minutes away. It would have added at least an hour to our trip, but there was a bypass that would only add about 30 minutes. As a bonus, for me at least, that route happens to follow the same route we take frequently that doesn’t have any bathrooms! It was still another 30-45 minutes before the turn - off, and given her state I doubted we’d make it that far before stopping but my dick got hard just thinking about the possibilities! Even though we normally don’t stop between there and our house, there were certainly places Jenna would pee at if necessary. When would she ask, though? As we drove onward, she sat silently in her chair for another 20 minutes until I heard her groan softly. I caught a glimpse of her thanks to a street light and she was holding her stomach and bent forward. Was she desperate to pee, and if so why wasn't she saying anything? I was starting to wonder if her stomach was bothering her and her bladder was just an annoyance on top of it. I'm sure she needed to pee, because it had been over an hour since we left, but surely she would have said something if her bladder was causing her that much pain. About 10 minutes later, she groaned again, then after another few minutes she loudly yelped in pain. Concerned, I asked if she was OK - she paused for a second, then sighed deeply as she gave in. “I REALLY need to pee, ok? Are you happy?” She snapped. Before I could say anything, though, she shot back “And you better not be getting hard! Just keep driving so we can get home already!” Normally when she is so full it is causing her pain, she doesn’t have much time left before she is frantic to find somewhere to pee, and climbing the walls if she has to wait more than 5-10 minutes. It had already been longer than that since she first groaned in pain, and that was while sitting there with nothing to jolt her bladder. She must have already been more full than nearly any other time I had seen her, yet she refused to ask to stop. I was both in awe and confused. By now, we were approaching our exit, so I was sure she would ask to stop. Immediately after exiting, we stopped at a light right next to a gas station. It was dirty and run-down looking, but it certainly had a bathroom. Still nothing! She was obviously bursting, and I was amazed that she didn’t say anything. Was she just really wanting to wait until home? Did she not want to stop there because it was dirty? As we sat there, 100 feet from a gas station, she had her head down and was holding it with one hand, while the other was wildly tapping at the door. She would have said something if she wanted to stop, so I left her alone. As we passed the station it was close to 2 hours since we left. It had been about almost 30 minutes since she first groaned in pain from the pressure in her bladder, yet she still refused to stop! I was still amazed she would skip a stop if she was that desperate. When we hit a small bump a few minutes later, though, she yelped in pain again. I put my hand on her leg and was going to ask if she was OK, but she sharply pushed it away and barked “Not now! I have to pee so bad my eyes are floating! I just want to hurry and get home.” Well, that answered my question. She was super-desperate, yet she was still holding out for home. I tried to tell her that we were almost an hour away from home, but she cut me off before I could finish so we went on in silence except for her occasional groans of pain as her bladder continued to be tortured as more liquids kept trickling in. A little while later she saw some lights ahead. She perked up then bent forward and groaned “Oh, this hurts so bad…. I REALLY hope that’s somewhere I can pee!” I guess she had made up her mind that she wasn’t making it home so she was holding it for a place to stop. I could make out that she was bouncing in her seat from the anticipation of possibility of finally find a bathroom, but as we got closer she stopped, groaned again, and said “It’s a fucking strip club.... Keep going….” She periodically groaned in pain as we continued onward and once even made a sharp “Ouch!” sound while she held her bladder. We were coming up on a railroad track, so the devil in me was hoping there was a long, slow, train to delay us further. I could tell she was in pain, though, and I wanted to get her back quickly so thankfully the tracks were clear. When they saw the lights of the town one of the kids blurted out “Are we almost home?” Before I could say anything, Jenna told them “Yes, I recognize that house! And thank god, because I have to pee SO BAD!” I was about to tell her we weren’t there yet when we turned a corner and saw a very long string of tail lights. Despite there not being a train, there was still a huge, slow-moving, line of cars trying to get through the intersection. Jenna started to panic at the thought of having to wait even longer. It probably would have taken at least 10-15 minutes to get to the intersection, but I was pretty sure there was a way to bypass the line. While I was looking for an alternate route, Jenna was in full-on despair mode. “Great, I’m probably going to explode before we get through this line!” I heard her moan, then she thought out loud “I wonder if I could go up to one of those houses and ask to pee?” I was quietly laughing, but she continued “Those people look nice - I but they would let me!” I remained silent, concentrating on finding an alternate route, when she continued with “no, what if they tried to do something to me. I can wait….” Since there were lights now I was better able to see her, and she looked bad. I had found a dirt road that went to a different street, her face grimacing as we passed over the bumpy surface. Once we got to a paved road, she breathed a sigh of relief and told me “Oh thank you! I was going to die if I had to wait that long! Please tell me we're close!” I crushed her hopes, though, even I told her we were almost 30 minutes away. “They just have to have a bathroom, though. They have to....” She stopped mid-sentence, though, as she realized where we were. This was the small town we pass through on the way back from dropping off the kids. The town with no bathrooms, on a road she won’t stop on, that is almost 30 minutes from home. She didn’t say anything, but I could tell she was beside herself at the realization of his case from relief we were. She was still in shock at the idea of having to wait even longer when I went over the tracks. I slowed down, but there was no way to make it smooth. Also, unlike the crossing we normally take, there were 2 sets of tracks. We cross over the first one and she yells and grabs her tortured bladder and before she has a chance to catch her breath we hit the second one. She yelped again, bent sharply forward, then started laughing. “I think I just peed myself!” As she continued laughing. “Oooh, it hurts to laugh though!” Back on the highway, she started occasionally yelping or saying things like “Oh it hurts” or “have to pee so bad” with it increasing in frequency as we continued. Finally, she bent forward and hissed at me “If I get a bladder infection, I swear I will pay you back….” This caught me off guard. I asked her how it was my fault if she never asked to stop. She paused another 15 seconds before telling me that normally when she says she needs to pee I stop without her asking. I countered that I assumed she was making a comment but she was planning on holding on until home like she had many times before. She didn’t say anything, so I held her hand and told her I was sorry and that I didn’t know she was that bad off. Her hand was clenched in a fist and slightly shaking as she told me “I’m only in total agony! I have to pee so bad my back is absolutely killing me and my bladder is ready to explode!” She then told me something that blew my mind: she hadn't peed since we stopped 6 hours earlier! When she told me this, it took me a second to process. Had she really held on for 6 hours? She normally didn't even last that long when she was sleeping! I thought back and it was true that I never saw her pee, and it would definitely explain why she was in so much pain. On top of the soda she got and the leftover pee from her previous hold, she had 3 large glasses of water at their house plus some more as we left. Curious, I asked her why she never went. She grunted again and bent forward before explaining that she was really tired and really bored, plus having anxiety. Simply put, she just never registered having to pee until we got on the highway when it hit her hard. By now we are approaching the long almost-loop to get onto the next highway, a hard right turn that lasts 10+ seconds. As soon as we started turning, she jerked her hand away from mine and held her distended abdomen as she made a soft “eeeeeeeeee” sound the entire time. I straightened out and she breathed rapidly as she composed herself. Breathing hard, she told me “Oh my god, I am seriously dying…. I can't take it any more, I will go anywhere if it means I can finally pee! ” She looked out the window at the large cemetery we were passing before telling me “I’d even go in there! Wait, there’s a gas station that’s closer than home!” I waited a few seconds, then asked her “Do you want me to stop…” “YES!” she interjected before I finished with “in the cemetery?” Her excitement went away as she told me that would be too weird. About 30 seconds later, just as we passed the turn-off, I heard her quietly mutter “I should have said yes”. I asked her what she had said (even though I know exactly what it was) but she just shook her head. Not willing to let her suffer any more, I said “You said you should have said yes, right?” She paused, sighed, then admitted “Yes, I can’t believe I said no. I’m dying it hurts so much….” I reassured her that I already knew and was going to stop on a side road soon. I could tell she wanted to object, but she caught herself before telling me “Thank you…. You have no idea how badly I need to pee!” 30 seconds later, though, she again said “No, I don't want to pee it here. I can make it until we get home….” Ignoring her, I turned down the road and slowed down a couple hundred feet later. She briefly protested, but her bladder was obviously spasming at the proximity to somewhere it could possibly relieve itself, so instead she simply asked “are you sure no one can see? I told her it was clear, but then she pointed to a mailbox and said “No! There’s a house somewhere! I can’t pee here….” and trailed off, her bladder actively fighting with her brain. I went on for another 15 seconds before I heard her pained breathing and slowed down to pull off. She protested again, but I told her “There’s a fence, they can’t see you, just get out and fucking pee already!” That was all she needed. As soon as I stopped, she threw the door open, jumped out, and started frantically fumbling with her belt. It took her about 5-10 seconds to get it undone, doing a frantic pre-dance the whole time, before she was able to yank her pants down and dive into a squat. I expected a waterfall to erupt, but strangely the only sound was her moaning. She must have been holding so hard that it was hard to release her muscles, and it took her another 10 seconds (which I'm sure was an eternity to her) before they finally released. It was certainly the gusher I had expected! The car was still running and the radio still on so there was a lot of extra noise, but I could clearly hear her stream. After 20 seconds it died down some and she started humming the “Jeopardy” theme song before laughing. At 0:45, she asked me to get some napkins for her to wipe with so I handed them to her. Thinking she was done, I quipped “that was a hell of a pee! ” However, as she was grabbing them from my hand she laughed and told me she was still going! I turned fish the radio and she enough her steam had died down to where it wasn't gushing, but it was still definitely there. I had the foresight to start the stopwatch on my phone, and it was 1 minute and 20 seconds before she stopped! The sheer volume of pee she held was mind-blowing to me, especially since I had seen her in pain yet not holding close to as much as she had this time. She stood up and let out a long sigh of relief as she was re-buttoning her pants. As she sat down, she looked to the back seat and said “I'm sorry kids! I just REALLY had to pee and couldn't take it any longer!” having seen her or on the side of the road several times before, they were totally unfazed. One we got home she went straight to the toilet for another suitable pee. Now that we are alone, I couldn’t help myself and had to know more. I was right about when we passed the first stop (1 hour into the trip home): she was already very desperate by then but she thought she would be able to hold on until we got home. If there wasn’t traffic she would have managed it, but the bypass threw her off.
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  2. In this video we join Sosha on a leisurely stroll through the forest, which just happens to be her favorite place to have some private wet fun. When we first join Sosha, she takes us through the forest with her, explaining how much she loves it. She talks about how naughty she feels wetting her pants out in the open, yet deep in the forest, she feels safe doing it because no one else is around. After talking for a bit about why she loves to wet her pants in the forest, she does it. Needing to pee, she is happy to let it all go in her jeans. The camera tracks with her as she pees, following it down her legs and as it forms a puddle on the ground. Once she is done peeing, she shows off her wet pants for the camera, turning around so we can get a good look. Warm, wet, and relieved, she says goodbye and the camera pulls away before fading to black. vid_753.mp4
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  3. Version 1.0.0

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    Hi guys, Ive just recently got my hands on the other 3D Toilet Spy "games" (will upload the 3rd too) and wanted to share them just like the last one :p This one seems to be pretty much the same but has new cosmetic options for the girls, a 2nd outfit and "clean shaven" :3..... Enjoy! :)
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  4. Here are two of me. I decided I didn't want to have to use the toilet last night :)
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  5. Alright I relayed the info to them and they are really happy. They have a message for the people here "Tell them thank you, and I'll be staying in them~"
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  6. So I had a little fun making a custom video for a customer the other day and wanted to share a couple of teasers with you all as I thought they turned out very well ;) And I finally got the Goodnites to leak without modding them out, wearing sexy panties under them apparently does the trick. I got a very gentle trickle moving down one of my legs while wetting standing up,and I absolutely love that feeling, a mix of tactile wet warmth and dripping dread. So hot! So since my birthday is coming up, consider this a little birthday present from me to... myself :) Enjoy! Rach p.s. I've got a birthday wishlist ;)
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  7. Version 1.0.0

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    Hey, here's the 3rd one, again, this is more of the same but the girls seem to be a little younger (to me anyway) and also includes a 3rd outfit (which is..... very cute :3). Anyway, enjoy! ^____^
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  8. I was thinking about this last night before I fell asleep. I'm not sure if its because if how closeted we are , or if its a byproduct of how unknown are fetish is. it just seems that those in to wetting, or diapers are in general very reluctant to make them selves know. And meet with others. I've gone out of my way in attempts to meet others in to this , I've got to the munches with in a 200 mile radius and have only seen Ten maybe 15 people. Any thoughts on this ? The other thing I've noticed was the vast majority of those I met , were what I can only explain as socially awkward . They were very much not comfortable in there own skin. Ill stop venting .
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  9. Sorry this picture isn't fetish specific. Just testing out a new rendering engine. But, seeing what the new engine can do, does anyone have any requests?
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  10. Earlier today I was reflecting upon some of the photo galleries that I've put together for HD Wetting. Originally, photography on the site was almost an after thought, with all the effort going towards the videos. Over the years, however, I have decided that if I am going to bother featuring photography on the site, I am going to put effort into it. Looking at some of the early photo sets on the site, I think you can really see the difference when you compare with some of our most recent work. However, I also like to have variety on the site, not just with the videos, but photos as well. This has lead to us doing all manner of photo shoots, from intimate sets in a bedroom, to outdoor portraits, studio shoots, and even publishing selfies that the girls have taken with their cell phones. Just a little bit ago I published a selfie gallery that Sosha did herself with her phone. In looking through the images, I appreciated the intimate feeling that you get with an amateur selfie. It doesn't feel produced, rather it is just a set of images like anyone who is into wetting might take. This, to me, helps create a certain feeling of authenticity. However, I also notice all the technical shortcomings of such images. Amateur, cell phone selfies, taken under fluorescent bathroom lights, lack the same depth and quality of a more professionally produced portrait set. Rather than simply consider these ideas silently inside my head, I pose the question to you- What style do you prefer? Amateur selfies or professional portraits? For reference, I attached some examples of each, both recent from HD Wetting and both featuring Sosha.
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  11. Women makes guy pee his underwear and pants then pees her tights on him. I have 3 more of this woman making this guy pee himself in public. Aliceinbondageland Piss Pants Public Toilet Humiliation Mistress Alice and Madame TrixieFou (mp4 FullHD 19201080) Watch Online or Download Rapid Porn Gator.mp4
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  12. I think that question answers itself. Biased reporting is biased reporting and blatant lies are blatant lies, and the line between them is the moment lies get introduced into the reporting. I think the real issue is recognizing lies as they're presented, and that's a matter of evaluating the quality of sources, estimating the probability of each side in a story being true, and - most importantly - overcoming personal biases. It's a hard thing to do, and it's way easier - regardless of your political stripe - to just consume "news" that makes you feel good. But people who let themselves fall into that habit end up believing untrue things, and ultimately take to treating politics like a team sport. I'm alright if you don't dig up your sources on McCain. You think he's in on the big con, I don't know enough about him to convince you otherwise. Some common ground that we have is that we're both living out exciting chapters of our narratives of the world. For me, there was a Russian conspiracy that resulted in a Russian proto-fascist puppet getting elected. For you, there's an American conspiracy to discredit the totally legit president. Oh, and also we both apparently agree that the TPP was a bad idea (but probably for different reasons). Thanks Trump. I don't want this to come across as a stroppy stompoff, but I do have to take myself out of this conversation. I've been consuming way, way too much trump-related news before and especially since the election, and I'm pretty much burned out on it for the time being. I've got to take my head out of it while I'm still able to think about other things. I did enjoy our talk, thanks for having an actual conversation about it.
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  13. Zero views?

    This has been an issue for months now. I don't know if the admins forgot about it or are occupied with other things, but I'd like for it to get fixed eventually. I'd like to know how many views all my fics got, personally. Gotta inflate the old ego any way I can, you see.
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  14. Chapter 28: Friday Night My heart fell into my stomach. I looked at the clock, 5:10, Jane’s mom had been home for ten minutes now. I was SO screwed! I grabbed my phone and quickly dialed Jane’s number. “Hello?” Jane answered right away. I couldn’t tell from her voice if she had been crying, but it sounded like she might have. “Hey it’s me” I started, “I umm.. left my…” “Yeah, I know!” Jane interrupted me, “Mom found it too! She knew right away it wasn’t mine. I had to tell her Peter…. everything…” “Everything?” I said weakly, “You mean she knows it’s mine?” “She knows about you, the diapers everything! She is pissed, I am in so much trouble, I mean we are in so much trouble, she’s calling your mom you know.” ‘Crap!’ I thought to myself. My parents were not nearly as bad as Jane’s mom but this still wasn’t going to go well. I put that out of my mond, I could deal with my parents later, I was more worried about Jane. “How bad is it?” I asked timidly. “BAD” Jane said “Real bad! She spanked me once already, now I am in my room waiting for her to get the paddle. THE PADDLE, Peter I haven’t gotten the paddle in YEARS!” I wondered if there was any chance I was going to get the paddle. Probably not, I’ll just be grounded forever. “That’s not the worst of it Peter” Jane continued, “I can’t see you anymore.” “She can’t stop us from senig each other completely!” I asked, “I mean, I’ll see you at school on Monday.” “No you won’t” Jane explained, “Mom is sending me to a boarding school to finish out my senior year. She was SO mad when she found out we were here alone. She even asked me if I was pregnant!” “You’re going away?” I asked, shocked. “Tomorrow” Jane said flatly. Wow! I was shocked beyond belief. Jane and I might never see each other again, this was horrible! Jane, however, seemed to be taking this all rather calmly. Actually she seemed a little too calm… “Jane, are you…” I started to ask. “Yeah,” Jane continued rather casually, “Apparently this is a boarding school specifically for bed-wetters and trouble makers. Mom says all I all I will be allowed to wear is a diaper. Can you imagine a bunch of girls my age walking around in just diapers?” I could imagine it all right, but I was pretty sure the place didn’t exist outside of some internet story forums! “So I take it your mom didn’t really find the diaper?” I asked, relieved. “No Peter, I found it first and got rid of it before she got home.” Jane said wryly, “You really need to be more careful where you leave your things.” “I know, I’m sorry.” I said hoping Jane wasn’t too annoyed with me. “It’s fine Peter, just be more careful okay?” Jane replied, not sounding too irritated. “Okay, I will, talk to you later okay?” I said “Oh, and Jane…“ “Yes Peter?” “That was really mean” “I know Peter. I love you.” “I love you too.” I hung up the phone, my head still spinning. I was so relieved; Jane wasn’t moving away, I wasn’t going to be grounded into eternity. And Jane had said she loved me. Life was good. After hanging up the phone I realized I had a decision to make. I was still wearing the soaking wet Goodnite and it was getting very uncomfortable. Obviously I needed to change, but into what? Did I stick with my commitment to Jane and put on another diaper? Or did just put on regular underwear while I was at home? Did I just have to wear them when I was with Jane? That’s when it counted right? Finally, partially out of a feeling of commitment (and partially because I was enjoying it) I decided to put on another diaper. After all, Jane didn’t have a choice, I told myself. I retrieved another brief from the pack of diapers I had stashed under my bed. Spreading it out on the bed I quickly taped it on. The process was becoming much easier. After getting dressed I opted to stay in my room and play on the computer. No one would find it strange for me to be there and I really wanted to minimize the time I spent in front of my parents in a diaper. Finally mom called me down to dinner. After checking that everything was well covered up I headed downstairs and quickly took my seat at the table. I glanced around nervously; certain everyone could tell what I was wearing under my jeans. My parents and sister, however didn’t seem to notice anything unusual. “So Sammie,” Mom addressed my sister “How as your day?” “Mom!” Samantha griped “You know I hate being called Sammie. I’m not a baby anymore!” “I know sweetie, but you’ll always be my baby!” Mom replied Sam just rolled her eyes. “Fine then,” Mom turned her attention to me “How was your day Peter? Do anything fun?” “I just hung out with some friends after school” I said vaguely, “You know, nothing much really” “Well aren’t you two just a bundle of conversation tonight!” Mom commented, “Anyway, Peter I wanted to ask you something. We are going to your Aunt Margaret’s for the weekend. We’re leaving first thing in the morning.” Great! I thought to myself. There goes my chances of seeing Jane any this weekend. “So I was thinking” Mom continued, “You really are old enough, I mean you’re going off to college soon, if you want to stay home you can.” This was great! I’d have the house to myself for a whole weekend! “Ummm… geee…” I pretended to mull it over, “I guess I could stay here…” “I thought you’d say that” Mom smiled, “Just no wild parties!” “Oh you know me, I’m just a party animal!” I joked. “Okay, wild man. Just behave yourself” Dad teased back. “What about me?” Sam pleaded. ‘Please say no!’ I thought to myself. Sharing the house with my sister would NOT be nearly as fun. “Sorry sweetie” Mom said apologetically, “You’re not old enough yet.” “But Mom!” Samantha whined “Aunt Margaret’s is SO boring and she has those smelly old cats and she still treats me like a little kid!” “Sam that’s enough!” My dad interrupted, “You are going with us and that’s final!” “Fine!” Sam huffed, slouching down in her seat. The rest of dinner was uneventful. Mom, dad and I made small talk. Samantha sat silently and sulked. It was a pretty normal dinner for my family. After dinner I helped mom clear the table and then we all went to the living room and settled down in front of the TV. As we watched the latest reality show that featured celebrity chefs working in a high school cafeteria or some other nonsense, I became increasingly aware of my need to use the bathroom. I had just started to adjust to being in front of my family while secretly wearing a diaper, but there was no way I was going to use one in front of them. “Goodnight,” I told everyone “I’m going to go bed now, I’m pretty beat.” “Okay, old man!” Dad teased, “It’s pretty early isn’t it?” “Yeah,” I replied “I thought I might read for a while or something. I’m pretty tired though, it’s been a long week.” “All right then, good night” Mom said “We’ll probably leave pretty early tomorrow so if you’re not up have a good weekend and be good!” “Thanks Mom, hope you guys have a good trip.” I responded “Have fun at Aunt Margaret’s Sam, say hi for me.” Sam shot me a dirty look as I retreated up the stairs. I made it to my room and shut the door. My need to use the bathroom was increasing exponentially. I wasted no time. With very little concentration I released my bladder. Hot urine quickly filled my diaper, soaking the front then quickly pooling between my legs. It was so much that it didn’t all soak in right away. I could feel it sloshing around. I was afraid to sit down, afraid it would leak out the edges. I grabbed a dry diaper and made my way toward the bathroom, intending to shower and change. As I stepped into the bathroom however I suddenly became aware that my need was to do more than just pee. I hadn’t thought about this. Like Jane I wasn’t sure I wanted to do that in my diaper. Unlike Jane, I had a choice. After considering it for a few minutes I took off the sodden diaper and finished my business in the toilet. Remembering what had happened to Jane just a few hours earlier I felt slightly guilty for chickening out. Still despite my enjoyment of the diapers thus far, I wasn’t sure I wanted to use them all the way, not yet. After showering and putting on a dry diaper I climbed into bed. Grabbing my cell phone from the bedside table I texted Jane. ‘Guess what?’ I texted excitedly, ‘My parents and Sam are going away for the weekend. I have the whole house to myself!’ A few minutes later Jane texted back ‘Sorry, I’ve got plans’ Well that sucked! Then a few seconds later, ‘JK! LOL! I’ll have to make an excuse for my Mom, but I’m sure I can get away. Looking forward to it!’ We texted for a little bit longer discussing our plans then I told Jane goodnight and decided to turn out my lights. As I settled under the covers I realized how odd it seemed that an 18 year old guy would be lying in bed in a diaper thinking that his life was just about perfect…. Chapter 29: Home Alone! Sunlight glared through my window as I rolled over to check the time. 10 o’clock, my parents and sister were probably long gone. I checked out the window, sure enough the only car in the driveway was my dad’s work car and my own. I had the house to myself! I checked my diaper and was unsurprised to find it dry. I had written off my one bedwetting incident as a fluke. I had to go however. But I decided to take advantage of my new found freedom and have some fun. I stripped off everything except my diaper and proceeded down the stairs. I stopped at the landing to make sure I was truly alone, sure enough the house was completely quiet. Walking into the living room I hurried to pull the curtains, I didn’t want to give the neighbors a show after all. I then went into the kitchen to pour myself a bowl of cereal. It was then I realized a downside to my weekend as a bachelor. My cooking skills were zero. It looked like a weekend of cereal and spaghettios for me! Much to my relief I found a note on the table- Peter, Didn’t want to wake you, have a good weekend and stay out of trouble. We’ll be at your Aunt Margaret’s if you need anything. Here’s some money for meals. Don’t eat too much junk! Love, Mom Beside the note was fifty dollars! This was going to be an even better weekend than I thought! I took my bowl of cereal and returned to the living room. I sat down on the couch and flipped on the TV. Sitting there in just my diaper I grew increasingly aware of my need to use the bathroom. I usually went when I first got up and my body was growing increasingly aware of the fact that I hadn’t. I decided to see just how long I could hold it. I finished my cereal and sat the bowl down on the end table. I’d put it away eventually I told myself. I flipped through the channels and found some old movie that looked half interesting. ‘Whatever happened to Saturday morning cartoons?’ I thought to myself. It didn’t matter, my mind wasn’t really on the movie anyway. I really had to go now, so much I couldn’t sit still. I stood up and started to pace around the room. I twitched and fidgeted, trying my very best to hold it to the very end. A spurt escaped and shot into my diaper. I clenched my muscles, cutting off the flow. I bounced up and down willing myself to hold on. I wanted to wet, I just wanted to make this feeling last as long as possible. Another spurt, this one bigger than the first. I doubled over, I had never felt something so intense in my life! A spurt, followed by a stream. This was it, I couldn’t hold it any longer! I was wetting myself and for the first time in a long time (while awake that is) it was completely out of my control. It was amazing! The warm pee flowed and flowed into my diaper, seeming to never end. Then I felt a drip run down my leg. I was leaking! I tried to stop but it was hopeless. I stood there as the drip turned to rivulets running down both legs and dripping onto the floor. Finally, I stopped. My diaper hung heavily between my legs. My legs were wet, the floor was wet, I had some serious cleaning up to do! I headed toward the hall closet to get a towel. My diaper was so saturated I had trouble walking! As I slowly made my way toward the hall a voice suddenly startled me from the kitchen. “Hey Peter!” Mom said, “Are you up? I forgot my pur…. What are you wearing!?!?” I sat bolt upright in my bed unable to breathe. In a panic I looked around my room. Frantically I tried to cover myself. Where had my mom gone? For a moment I was confused. Then I realized, it was a dream! I breathed a sigh of relief. Another dream! These diapers were really getting to my head! But the last time I had a dream like this I had… Could it have happened again? Cautiously I pulled my blanket away. Sure enough my diaper was soaked! I quickly checked my sheets. Fortunately the diaper held, the sheets were dry. I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. I undid the diaper and tossed it into my trashcan. I could get rid of it later since there was no one around to find it. As I showered I considered my situation. For the second time in a week I had wet my bed. Were the diapers causing it? The first time I wasn’t wearing one I reminded myself. And this time, well I was certainly glad I had one on or else my mattress would have been ruined! But still, maybe all this thinking about diapers WAS causing these dreams. I was torn, I DID enjoy wearing the diapers and the recalling the intense feelings of holding it in my dream last night was something I wanted to recreate. However, I didn’t want to become a real bed-wetter again! After all I was headed to college in a few months. I decided not to fret about it too much. I had the house to myself this weekend and Jane was coming over. This weekend was going to be fun! I finished my shower and went back to my room. After taping on a new diaper I slipped on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. It couldn’t hurt to be a little cautious! I went downstairs and found the house empty. Sure enough there was a note on the table. There was only $40 however, still enough for a great weekend. I poured my cereal and headed to the living room. Sadly the rest of my dream didn’t repeat itself. I didn’t have to go to the bathroom, I had already gone in my bed. There was nothing on TV but infomercials (again where were the cartoons!?). And my mom didn’t make a surprise appearance (that part was good news of course!). I sat there in a dry diaper that was going to remain dry for the next couple hours. I was bored. My life as a bachelor was starting to get dull before it had even begun! I grabbed my phone and texted Jane. ‘Did you come up with an excuse for your mom? When are you coming over?’ A minute later a text rang back, ‘Mom taken care of, be over after lunch’ Seeming how it was nearly 11 o’clock when I got out of bed ‘after lunch’ was pretty soon. I got up and started to tidy the house. I laughed to myself thinking that Mom would be even more shocked to come home and find me cleaning than she would be to find me wearing a diaper! After I finished cleaning I went upstairs and changed clothes. Wanting to look a bit more presentable for Jane I put on a nicer shirt and pulled a pair of jeans over my still dry diaper. The fit was a bit snug. Having just eaten breakfast I skipped lunch myself. Time still seemed to move at a crawl. Finally I heard a car pull in to the driveway. I peeked out the window. It was Jane! I greeted her at the door, pulling her into a long kiss. “Hey there beautiful,” I whispered in her ear “I thought you would never get here!” “Well I had to deal with my mom!” Jane said smiling as she kissed me back “I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to get out of there!” “So what did you tell her anyway?” I asked. “I told her was going to a sleepover at Kimmy’s house” Jane explained. Kimmy was Jane’s best friend from elementary school. Kimmy and I didn’t hang out much. I always thought she was a bit annoying. “And she went for that?” I said incredulously. “Well, she said I could go but only if I took this with me.” Jane said indicating a bag slung over her shoulder. “What is that” I asked, though I had a god idea. “It’s my diaper bag” Jane replied blushing. “I guess mom thought if I had to carry this I would be too embarrassed to go anywhere, little did she know…” “Anyway I just told her I was going and that Kimmy wouldn’t care what I had in my bag,” Jane continued “What else could she say? She had already said I could go!” “But what if she calls Kimmy?” I asked worried, “Your mom will go absolutely mental if she finds out you lied!” “Don’t worry, Kimmy is covering for me and her parents are out of town too” Jane assured me “Besides I might actually go over there later.” It was then that I noticed Jane had another bag, an overnight bag, in her hand. “Or not?” I asked hopefully. “We’ll see” Jane grinned “But I’ll tell you this. Kimmy has no idea about my little secret and I really don’t want her to find out!” With that we made our way into the living room and proceeded to make out on the couch. An hour later we finally came up for air. Jane had a strange look on her face. “What’s wrong?” I joked “Am I a bad kisser or something?” “No” Jane leaned in kissing me again, “You’re a great kisser. I umm… need to change.” Jane’s voice trailed off and her face turned beet red. “You don’t have to be embarrassed!” I reminded her, “Did you forget what I’m wearing?” “I know, I know…” replied Jane “It’s just not something you really get used to you know?” “It’s okay!” I reassured her “I don’t mind… really..” “I know you’re so sweet!” Jane gave me another quick kiss and headed towards the hall where she had left her bags. A few moments later Jane reappeared at the door, again looking rather embarrassed. “Peter…” She started “Can I ask you something?” “Of course..” I said, somewhat puzzled at what it could be. “Well, I umm…” Jane stumbled over her words “Well, you see, the thing is… well the Goodnites they were easy.. I mean I just pulled them on and umm... well these… diapers… I kind of have a hard time getting them on straight and umm… well then they leak sometimes… so anyway mom kind of helps me at home and I was.. uhh.. wondering if you… Oh never mind, I just can’t!” Jane stared straight down at the floor. “Jane,” I started amazed at what I was about to ask, “Do you want me to help you change?” “No Peter!” Jane sounded almost in tears, “You can’t, I mean I can’t ask you too… I can’t ask my boyfriend to change my diaper!” “Jane,” I stopped her, “I love you and would do anything for you! Nothing will change that. If you need help, I will help you!” Jane moved reluctantly across the room and set down her diaper bag. “I love you too Peter” Jane replied “I just don’t want to mess things up between us.” “Trust me,” I responded “Nothing is going to change. Nothing but your diaper that is!” Jane smiled and seemed to relax a bit. Still I could tell she was embarrassed as she undid her pants and revealed a very wet diaper. Slowly she laid down on the carpet in front of me. I could scarcely believe what I was about to do. My own diaper struggled to contain my excitement. Opening up the diaper bag Jane’s mom had packed for her I was surprised by the contents. Diapers, lotion, powder, wipes. It was more like a well-stocked bag for a toddler instead of an 18 year old girl. “Your mom really knows how to pack a bag!” I commented. “I know, I think she was trying to embarrass me so I wouldn’t go to the sleepover” Jane explained. “Do you want me to use any of this stuff?” I asked. Jane’s answer surprised me, “You can use what you want. I have been getting a bit of a rash, but if it bothers you just change me.” “No, no I told you it doesn’t bother me! I don’t want you to be uncomfortable!’ I said trying to not sound too eager. I carefully undid the tapes and removed Jane’s wet diaper. I was greeted by the second surprise of the day. Underneath her diaper Jane was completely bare; the hair that normally signified her womanhood was gone. Jane seemed to sense the direction of my gaze and hastened to explain. “Mom made me shave, as if the diapers weren’t embarrassing enough! She said that little girls who pee themselves don’t have hair down there and neither should I!” A spark of fury came into Jane’s voice. “That’s horrible! She is such a ‘B’!” I said agreeing with Jane, secretly thinking how cute she looked. Jane grinned at my comment. I took a baby wipe from the bag and carefully wiped Jane between the legs, moving from front to back as I had seen my mom do with my baby cousin. Jane lifted her bottom off the ground slightly and I wiped back there as well. I noticed the wipe was slightly soiled. I decided not to say anything not wanting her to be more embarrassed. Next I took out the bottle of lotion and squirted some onto my hand. I rubbed it over Jane’s newly shaved private areas allowing my finger to slip slightly inside a couple times. Jane shivered slightly and smiled at me. Finally I took a diaper out of the bag and spread it out. Jane suddenly lifted her legs in the air completely exposing herself to me. I slid the diaper under her and took the opportunity to give her bottom a quick smack. “Hey! Watch it!” Jane protested with a grin. She put her legs back down and I pulled the diaper up between them. I taped it firmly, almost sad that the show was over. “Thanks!” Jane said sitting up “Now it’s your turn!” “My turn?” I asked shocked, “But I’m not even wet!” “So?” Jane teased “That can be remedied can’t it?” I was starting to feel the need to go. “Hold on a minute,” I responded standing up and trying to focus on my bladder. “No, with your pants off so I can see when you need to be changed!” Jane demanded. Wait, was she starting to get into this? I removed my pants and stood in front of Jane in just my shirt and diaper. It took a minute, but I was never one to be pee shy, pretty soon I was flooding my diaper. Jane watched as the yellow line turned green… and then as I kept peeing. “Wow! You sure pee a lot!” Jane commented, “I mean I know I was wet but that was after I went several times, you just soak it all at once!” My mind turned over the fact that Jane had just admitted to wetting her diaper several times, had she already been wet when she got to my house that afternoon? “Okay, let’s get you changed!” Jane commanded “Where are your supplies?” “Well, all I have is diapers” I responded “and they’re upstairs” “Well go get one silly” Jane said slapping my diapered butt. I hurried upstairs and retrieved a diaper from under my bed. Once back in the living room I handed it to Jane. “Lay down” she told me and I did. Jane undid the wet diaper and removed it. “Looks like someone’s still a ‘big boy’ even if he does pee his pants!” I knew she was talking about my hair ‘down there’. With that she took a baby wipe and started wiping my private areas. Instantly my body responded to her touch. “A very big boy!” She teased noting my excitement. Grabbing the lotion she applied it directly to my crotch, stroking me several times. The pleasure was immense, it was the first time a girl had touched me in that way and I hoped she would continue. Sadly she stopped, grabbed a diaper and tapped me on the bottom. I realized she was waiting for me to raise my legs so I did. It felt somewhat awkward to be so exposed. Jane slid the diaper under me and I put my legs down. After shaking in some baby powder she taped me up. She then laid down on top of me, still in just her diaper and t-shirt and started kissing me passionately. It didn’t take much for my dry diaper to become soiled again. Chapter 30: The Perfect Saturday After our second marathon make out session of the day ended we sat back and simply held each other. Jane noted the slight discoloration on the front of my diaper. “Need to be changed again?” she asked teasingly. "I'm okay," I answered "How about you?" “No, I’m fine.’ Jane replied “Perfectly dry!” “You sure about that?” I asked, “Perhaps I should check!” Without warning I slipped my fingers into the crotch of Jane’s diaper. Jane squealed and slapped my hand. “Peter! Watch it!” She exclaimed, though she was smiling. I pulled my hand away but only after giving it one more quick feel. “Well someone’s been a naughty girl!” I teased, “You are wet!” “No I’m not!” Jane protested “I think I would know wouldn’t I?” “Well the evidence clearly says otherwise” I replied pointing to the front of Jane’s diaper. The wetness indicator on the front had clearly changed colors, she wasn’t soaked but was wet nonetheless. Jane looked puzzled and slipped her own hand down the front of her diaper as if she thought the color changing lines may have been faulty. She briefly felt inside her diaper and then pulled her hand out and smelled it. “Oh wow!” Jane sounded shocked, “I just thought I had got umm, excited, shall we say. I guess I didn’t notice I had peed too.” Then she gave me her best pout, “So if I’ve been naughty I guess I need to be punished, huh?” “Let’s get you changed first!” I answered, thinking of where I could take this. I grabbed the diaper bag and told Jane to lay down on the floor. “It’s a good thing your mom packed plenty of these” I commented as I took out another dry diaper. “Oh that reminds me” Jane answered “I’m supposed to be saving these wet diapers for my Mom. I have to account for all of them when I get home. There are some ziplocs in my bag to put the wet diapers in.” “Wow! Your mom is crazy!” I commented as I took a wipe and cleaned between her legs, Jane gasped and her body visibly tensed. “Now let’s talk about that punishment” I exclaimed. Without warning I lifted both of Jane’s legs up in the air and gave her several quick slaps on the bottom. Jane shrieked in surprise. “I think,” I continued as I grabbed another wipe and wiped her now red bottom “I think that for the rest of the day it should be diapers only! No clothes!” I let Jane’s legs back down and started applying the lotion. “No clothes?” Jane sounded worried “At all?” “Not a stitch!” I replied shaking a healthy amount of powder into the diaper. “That way I will know when you’re wet!” I finished up and taped Jane’s diaper securely around her. “Well, I’ll tell you what” Jane mulled over her answer, “I’ll do it, but only if you do it too!” The decision took less than a second as I stood up and whipped off my shirt leaving me in just my diaper. Jane appeared somewhat more reluctant as she stood up and slipped her own shirt over her head. She stood in front of me in just her bra and diaper looking slightly embarrassed. “Can I keep my bra on?” Jane pleaded. I briefly considered giving Jane a reprieve but the naughty smile on her face told me she was enjoying this as much as I was. “You’re the one who was being punished.” I reminded her, “Tell you what I’ll give you a choice, no clothes means no clothes, as in nothing. It’s that or ten swats with my dad’s paddle. You take the swats and I’ll even give you your shirt back!” Jane looked shocked. “I’ve never been paddled before!” she replied, “Mom spanks plenty, but always with her hand! I’m not sure I could take the paddle!” ‘But the other day on the phone you said…” I started. “I was teasing you! Remember? I’ve never been paddled and I don’t plan to be now!” Jane said firmly. “Well you know what that means” I told her. “I know! But trust me Peter, you’re going to pay for this later! I don’t know how, but you’ll pay!” With that Jane reached around and undid her bra removing it slowly exposing her tiny breasts. Jane’s face burned bright red, but I knew she was enjoying this. Jane was an exhibitionist long before today and even now her exposed breasts betrayed her own excitement. “You just wait Peter! You’ll get yours!” Jane smiled and pulled me in to a kiss. Her bare breasts against my body were too much and I lost it in my diaper for the second time. Jane immediately took note of my situation. “Looks like someone else needs a change!” she quipped, pushing me back down on the floor. The process of earlier was repeated with Jane changing me and spending a little longer cleaning ‘certain’ areas. After that we decided to clean up the room which was littered with diapers and used wipes. I was about to throw away Jane’s wet diapers when she reminded me that she needed to save the ‘evidence’ for her mom. I retrieved two gallon ziploc baggies from her bag to place the diapers in. As I was wrapping up the second of Jane’s wet diapers (the one I removed just 10 minutes earlier) I noticed that the back of the diaper was a bit dirty too, not really dirty, just slightly stained. The rest of the afternoon proceeded pretty normal. Well as normal as it can with two teenagers walking around the house in nothing but diapers. We had snacks, sat and chatted about school, plans for summer, etc. Finally we settled down to watch a movie. Jane curled up on the couch beside me laying her mostly nude body against mine. I wrapped my arm around her and placed my hand casually on one of her breasts. She made no move to stop me or move my hand. After we had watched about 20 minutes of the movie Jane turned to me. “Peter, I’m worried.” the tone of her voice told me she was serious. I stopped the movie. “What’s wrong” I asked, concerned. “Well, you know earlier when I didn’t know I was wet? I told you it was because I was excited. The truth is it wasn’t the first time recently. I think these diapers are starting to mess me up.” Jane explained quietly, “I’ve peed myself a couple times on accident recently and then last night..” Jane paused for a moment “…I wet my bed. I mean I had a diaper on, but when I woke up it was wet and I don’t remember going!” I decided it was time to tell Jane one of my big secret. “I did too.” I admitted. “Did what?” Jane asked. “I wet my bed too, last night that is, well my diaper really. It was a good thing I had one on!” I replied. “Wait, you’ve been wearing the diapers at home too?” Jane seemed surprised “Not just when you’re around me?” “Well, yeah.” I said simply “I told you as long as you had to wear them so did I. If you can’t take them off, I won’t either! That’s not too weird is it?” “Weird? Yes it’s weird!” answered Jane, “But it’s sweet! You keep amazing me Peter!” I went on to tell Jane about how I had dreamed about going in my diaper in front of my mom and how I had woken up in a soaked diaper. I told her about my other accident as well, though I left out the details of that dream. “Oh Peter, that must have been awful!” Jane sympathized “Do you think these diapers are causing this? I mean are we both going to turn into bed-wetters again? I don’t have a choice, but you should stop wearing them right now if that’s the case!” “I don’t know what’s going to happen” I assured her, “But I’m NOT taking this or any diaper off until you can take yours off for good! If I become a bed-wetter, I’ll deal with it!” “I love you Peter!” Jane said reaching up and kissing me. Then a realization seemed to hit her. “So if you’ve been wearing these all the time does that mean you’ve… you know.. done something besides wet them?” Remembering the previous night I instantly felt guilty. “I did take it off once… to do that.” I admitted. “I don’t blame you! Peter I had to use my diaper and it was horrible! It’s much worse than wetting. It’s okay, I would take mine off too if I could!” Jane said emphatically. “But that’s the thing isn’t it?” I said, “You can’t. I promised you I was in for whatever you were in for. Hold on a minute!” I leaped up and ran out of the room, an idea suddenly coming into my head. I ran out to the hallway bathroom and locked the door then closed it from the outside, locking myself out. I ran around and repeated the process in each of the other bathrooms. I returned to the living room and told Jane what I had done. “Oh, Peter you shouldn’t have done that!” Jane exclaimed, looking distressed. “Don’t worry about it!” I assured her “I’ll be fine. That way I can’t cheat, I’m as stuck as you are!” “No, I really wish you hadn’t done that!” Jane sounded worried. What did she have to worry about? I was the one locked out! It’s not like she could have used it anyway! We sat down and continued to watch the movie. Actually, I watched the movie, Jane sat and looked distracted. A After 15 minutes or so she started shifting around, she sat up on the couch and moved slightly away from me. After a while she moved her foot up on the couch and sat on it, bouncing up and down. ‘What is she doing?’ I thought to myself. I tried to coax her to lay down on me again pulling on her arm. She laid briefly against me and I played with her hair, but she continued to fidget and then sat straight back up. A few minutes later she cried, “Peter I’m so sorry… I didn’t want you to see, but then you locked the bathroom and I’ve been trying all day to avoid it and…” Suddenly Jane’s face turned the darkest shade of red I had ever seen, and intense look came over her. I recognized the look from before my sister was potty trained. Jane was filling her diaper. Jane stood up and clutched desperately at the back of her diaper, trying to stop the inevitable. She turned her back to me in embarrassment but then seemed to decide that was worse and turned around to face me. I gently took her hands and said simply, “It’s okay” A few moments later it was over and Jane’s face went from dark red to white as she realized what she had just done in front of me. “I just couldn’t hold it any longer. I am so, so sorry” Jane said ashamed, “Let me get some wipes and I’ll go in the other room and change. You shouldn’t have to deal with this.” “Nonsense,” I replied standing up and kissing her on the head, “I don’t mind, really.” I went to the hall closet and got a towel to spread on the floor. I had Jane lay atop of it. “Peter you don’t have to do this, it’s really gross!” Jane said again. “Jane I told you it’s okay!” I replied. For once I wasn’t sure about that statement. The diaper change went okay. Let’s just say it wasn’t my favorite experience of the weekend. I got Jane cleaned up though and I managed not to make any awful faces as I did. There was still something to seeing my girlfriend in a diaper though! Even a dirty diaper somehow stirred something. After Jane was clean and much more comfortable we were able to finish our movie. Then after a bit more making out (het we’re horny teenagers what do you want?) we decided to get dinner. Neither of us wanting to go out we decided to order a pizza. Waiting for the pizza to arrive I took the opportunity to wet my diaper and let Jane change it. Sitting back up from my change I turned to Jane and said, “You know we did say no clothes all day, the pizza guy is going to get a bit of a shock!” Jane looked flabbergasted “I am NOT answering the door in just a diaper! What if it’s someone we know?” She had a point, several people from our high school worked at the local pizza parlor. It still would have been fun though. When the pizza arrived I wrapped myself in my bathrobe and Jane hid in the back. The pizza guy didn’t look familiar. It was probably for the best however, we didn’t want to draw too much attention to ourselves since Jane wasn’t supposed to even be there. After the pizza we played some video games. No kinky twists this time, just straight up Mario Kart. At about 11 PM I turned to Jane and asked, “Shouldn’t you be getting over to Kimmy’s?” “Nah, I texted her hours ago and asked her to cover for me. That is unless you want me to go?” Jane said innocently. “No, no that’s okay! You can stay here!” I replied quickly. I didn’t want to know what my parents would say if they found out I had a girl spend the night while they were away. Of course the whole diaper thing would be hard to explain as well. “Good!” Jane said smiling, “I didn’t want to have to explain these diapers to Kimmy anyway. She’s a great friend but somehow I have the feeling the whole school would know my secret by Monday afternoon!” Kimmy really was a blabbermouth! Jane and I changed each other’s diapers one more time before bed. Mine wasn’t that wet but hers was soaked. I honestly had no idea how a girl so small could pee so much! Jane produced from the bottom of her bag something I hadn’t seen before. “It’s a nighttime diaper,” she explained “Mom makes me wear these to bed so she doesn’t have to change me at night. They’re made to hold more, uhh.. liquid” The diaper was definitely thicker and puffier than Jane’s normal diapers. I found myself wishing I had some nighttime diapers. After we each had dry diapers on we laid down in my bed. I looked at Jane and marveled at my good fortune. I finally had the girl, the girl I had been in love with since I knew her. And she was laying right here beside me in bed! In nothing but a diaper! I leaned over and kissed her, she rolled over to return her kiss and pulled me on top of her. We started kissing and touching, hands grasping and exploring , caressing and rubbing. It was our most passionate make out session yet. I reached down and started to un-tape Jane’s diaper, she stopped me. “Not now,” was all she said. So we laid there and held each other for what seemed like hours. Finally, Jane leaned over and gave me one more kiss. “I’m going to sleep in your sister’s room, before we do something we both regret.” Jane whispered But, as Jane went to get out of bed she let out a groan. “That’s just great!” she complained. “What?” I asked, concerned “My diaper! It’s ripped!” she said pointing to one of the tapes. It had become separated from the diaper and in the process torn a small hole in the plastic covering. I guess we got a little too passionate! “I can’t wear this now. I told you I wet my bed the other night. What if I do it again? This thing would leak all over your sisters bed!” Jane said panicking. “So? Just put on another one.”, I pointed out. “Right, I didn’t think about that, I guess I’m just tired” Jane said reaching for her bag. “Great!” Jane exclaimed for a second time. “What now?” I asked, looking towards Jane clutching her bag in frustration. “I only have one left!” Jane responded holding up a singular diaper, “I have to have this for the morning, mom expects me to come home in one, she’ll check me as soon as I get in the door!” “I see, that is a problem” I said thinking back to our day, I guess we HAD changed each other quite a few times. “I have to have something for bed Peter. I a doubt I can make it through the night, I already have to go!” Jane cried. “You can have one of my diapers” I offered. “Thanks but I think yours would be too big for me” Jane pointed out. “I know!” I suddenly remembered “I still have those Goodnites, you know the ones with the hearts on them? You can wear one of those!” I reached under my bed where I had stashed the Goodnites along with my other diapers. “Yeah, I forgot about those!” Jane grinned “You looked really cute in those you know!” “Forget it!” I told her “Those things are way too tight on me! Besides I told you I wet too last night. Those would never hold all my pee. My bed would be soaked!” “Yeah I’m kind of worried about that too.” Jane admitted “Mom bought me these night time diapers because she didn’t want to get up and change me. But it was pretty lucky I guess, when I really do wet my bed, I kind of wet a lot.” Despite everything we had done that day Jane seemed embarrassed by this revelation. “Well, we’ll just have to make the best of it” I said “You said you have to go right? Why don’t you just go on and use that one your wearing right now? Then maybe you can make it through the night dry.” “I guess” Jane said uncertainly “But this one’s torn. It’s still going to make a horrible mess! Too bad you locked the bathroom, I could have just gone in there for once!” “Now, now” I teased “That would be cheating!” “What are you going to do tell my mom on me?” Jane teased back “Oh well, she’s probably expecting all my diapers to be used anyway. Still what about the tear? I don’t think you want pee all over your floor” “Come here” I said pulling Jane back toward the bed. “Peter, no more tonight! I’m tired!” Jane protested, thinking I wanted to make out again. “No silly, I’m going to help you” I explained “I’ll hold this tape in place so you can go.” I stood Jane in front of me and pressed the tape back in place. “Okay go!” I commanded. “Peter it’s not that easy!” Jane said “I mean I have to go pretty bad, but I still have a hard time making myself do it. Especially with you watching!” “What do you mean?” I told her “I’ve seen you wet yourself at least a dozen times now. I mean you even.. well you know.. in front of me earlier” “I know” Jane said sheepishly “But those were all accidents. I mean I always hold it until I can’t anymore. It’s different for me to do it on purpose” “C’mon. Just try. You’ll be a lot more comfortable” I reasoned, gently pulling Jane closer. I guided her gently onto my lap and stroked her hair. “Alright” Jane said reluctantly. She closed her eyes and laid her head on my shoulder. After a moment she let out a small sigh. Suddenly my lap felt warm. Had I peed and not even realized it? No I felt dry… just warm. Then I realized, Jane was wetting her diaper. I slowly moved my hand holding the tape lower, touching the diaper at the same time. The feeling was incredible! Jane finished and stood up, her diaper soaked. Jane slipped off the diaper, put it in a Ziploc and threw it with the others in her bag. Then she took the Goodnite from me and slipped it on. She leaned over and gave me one last kiss. “Good night, I love you!” she said as she went out the door. “I love you too.” I responded, turning out the light. Happily I drifted off to sleep.
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  15. Another waistband pict of my lady friend . Her depends sticking out
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  16. And I just got 2 "hates" for pointing out that others hadn't said what they wanted. At risk of getting more hates I'll say - disqualify the rule breakers!
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  17. Donald Trump just got inaugurated, don't underestimate human stupidity
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  18. Yes I did have it written out completely before posting. Unless I can write with all the fury of a demon. :p Thanks for the kind words. A sleepover is an exceptional idea!
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  19. Since the others mostly haven't said what they want I think you have no choice but to go with my request!
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  20. Ragtime pretty much hit the nail on the head, but if they are worried about going "cold turkey" on the diapers, maybe for a few days continue wearing them but not use them. Just a little reminder of keeping track of your bladder without the worry.
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  21. I wouldn't say anything, but she might notice me looking at her like trying to figure out if it was really her or not since I'm not at all confident in my facial recognition abilities. Also it would be difficult to refrain from hitting on her, knowing she's already willing to do this kind of thing.
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  22. So I've been around since 2013 -Checks just to make sure- Yep 2013 and once upon time I was an idiot on this site all you have to is go back to some of my posts back then and compare them to now (Despite the fact that 2016 was a very on and off year for me.) So I've seen a fair share of bans and just general drama on these forums. The moderators each time have handled it properly and respect they've never just outright banned anyone for saying something or doing something someone else may not have liked. Your friends btw were most likely harassing another user and constantly PMing them or just doing some creepy shit in general which isn't exactly welcomed here. As Falling said this is a site for people who are shy about their fetish and just want a place where they can relax and talk or share content about the fetish So implying that someone was banned for disagreeing or just posting something someone else may not of agree with. Well, oughta have a lot of people in the fanfiction thread banned along with a good chunk of us here that are into other fetishes and talking about them. People should act mature about it and just move along or don't bother with it, for example, I dislike certain things that people have posted I've just ignored them and went on my way never judged them or anything like that. It's called be civil Something that maybe your friends weren't doing? PPS: Saying "People have to think about how others will react to what they want to share, and decide whether or not they really want to put it out there and deal with the reactions they get." Is such a bad approach nobody would post anything here plain and simple if that was the case.
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  23. I drink a lot of water throughout the day, so I fill up pretty fast. A lot of times, I'll go to the bathroom, and by the time I'm done washing my hands, I'll have to go again(not an exaggeration, this has happened).
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  24. Chapter 12: What REALLY Happened at Jane’s House Any doubts that my dream was any more than just that were dismissed as soon as I stepped into my car and turned the key, sparking the engine to life. Of course it was crazy to think that it could have been real. The timing of Jane’s message was either a coincidence or had somehow subconsciously sparked my dream. However, I wondered what HAD taken place at Jane’s house last night. I didn’t have to wait long to find out the answer. Jane was waiting by my locker, fully clothed of course. “Peter you are not going to believe this!” she exclaimed without even a ‘good morning’. She grabbed my elbow and pulled me into an empty classroom. “What happened?” I asked “I got your message, how did she find out?” “I don’t know!” Jane said bewildered “After I got your uhh.. ‘delivery’ out of the mailbox I took it up to my room and put it in the package with the others right away. Then last night before bedtime I took my dry one off and gave it to her just like I was supposed to. She asked for the package, I knew she would, she counted them and then handed me a new one. By the time I went bed I was sure we had gotten away with it” Jane took a deep breath and then continued “I was almost asleep when she came into my room and turned the lights on. She just looked at me and said ‘where is it?’ At that point I honestly had no idea what she was talking about! Then she said ‘Your diaper. I assume you peed in it before you hid it? ‘ I was in such shock I didn’t know what to say!” I could see Jane was trying not to cry as she told me the story “Then she yanked my blanket off and pulled me out of my bed… and well you can probably guess what happened next?” “Another spanking?” I said trying to sound sympathetic. “Yes!” Jane wasn’t about to cry any more, now she looked angry! “And I swear this one was worse than the last one! I didn’t think she was going to stop! At least I didn’t pee on her this time!” “That’s good” I said, amazed that at least part of my dream had actually occurred. “But then… then…” Jane’s voice increased an octave “This is the crazy part. She said since I couldn’t keep my Goodnite dry… and since I hid it from her…. I had to wear... this...” With that she lifted the ankle length dress she was wearing just far enough to expose what she had on underneath. I had to stop myself from audibly gasping. Jane was no longer wearing a Goodnite. Where I saw pink and purple butterflies yesterday I now saw something much less… decorative. “Is that a...” I whispered. “It’s a diaper” Jane confirmed, “a REAL diaper! Like babies wear! Well, this one’s for adults… But still! I’ve never had to wear one of these before! I don’t even know where she got it from!” It was hard telling. “Your mom really is a ‘B’!” I said. “Tell me about it!” Jane rolled her eyes. Just then the five minute warning bell rang. As we left the empty room and made our way to class, I couldn’t help but steal a glance or two (or three) at Jane’s diapered butt. To every other kid in the hallway the diaper would have been unnoticeable. But since I knew they were there…. Well, let’s just say her butt was cuter that day than ever before, for someone who is just a friend that is…. Chapter 13: The Plan One thing was for sure. If this fiasco between Jane and her mother continued for much longer it was going to have a definite effect on MY grades. For the second day in a row I found myself completely unable to concentrate in class. I just hoped that Jane would tell me more at lunch. The first thing I noticed as we sat down at the same secluded corner table was that Jane was not eating. “Not hungry?” I asked, assuming that she was probably too stressed to eat. “No I’m starving!” Jane corrected me “I haven’t ate or drank anything all day!” “Why?” I really wasn’t thinking it through this time. “Well this… thing… I’m wearing, I can’t exactly just take it off and go to the bathroom can I? What goes in has to some out and I prefer for it not to come out in there…” She said rolling her eyes downward. The full reality of the situation suddenly hit me. “You mean she expects you to use it?” I said, stating what now was obvious. “Yes! And I can’t even change until she gets home! She said since I was just going to wet myself anyway she could at least keep me from hiding it from her!” “Oh my goodness Jane! That’s horrible!” I was genuinely concerned for my friend “How long do you have to do this for?” “Just for today, thankfully” Jane replied “She said that if I learned my lesson today I could get my Goodnites back tomorrow. I never thought I would be glad to have THOSE back!” “Well still, you can’t starve yourself all day.” I reasoned with her “You’ll faint! Don’t you remember seventh grade?” Back in seventh grade Jane had really wanted a CD by a certain popular boy band. Her mom had refused to buy it for her so Jane came up with a plan where she would skip lunch each day and by the end of the week have enough money for the CD. The result, however, was that near end of the second day Jane passed out during math class and had to be taken to the nurse (she had incidentally wet her pants then too). Her mom had to be called and when she found out what Jane had been doing she was furious. Looking back on it I am certain Jane had gotten spanked that day as well. “You don’t want to pass out again.” I told Jane “And you have to drink something, you could get dehydrated and REALLY sick” “Okay.. Okay..” Jane relented. She went through the lunch line and returned a few minutes later with an apple and a bottle of water. “Happy?” she asked. “Extremely” I replied, well at least it was better than her eating nothing at all I guess. After Jane had eaten her apple and drank her bottle of water we said good bye and headed to our separate classes. When I saw Jane after school got out she looked rather distressed. “Why did you make me drink that water?” she said through gritted teeth. “I didn’t want you to get sick” I reminded her “Do you have to…” “Yes!” Jane said with a note of urgency “Come on let’s just get to your car!” Several times on the way to the parking lot Jane stopped and seemed to be composing herself. Finally, when we got to the car she started bouncing up and down on the edge of her seat. “Why? Why did I drink that water? Why did I listen to you?” Jane cried. “I’m sorry” I said “I was trying to look out for you” “I have to PEE so BAD!” Jane moaned, losing all pretense of dignity. “Look” I reasoned “Just go. It probably won’t be that bad. Your mom will be home soon and you can change.” I wasn’t sure if I was telling her this because I didn’t want her to be uncomfortable or because I secretly relished the idea of Jane wetting her diaper in the seat right beside me. Jane continued to fidget and bounce in the seat as we drove to her house. At one point she got very still and quiet. I wondered if she had finally lost the battle, but I dared not ask. I didn’t know how she planned on making it anyway; it was bound to happen eventually. As I pulled up in front of her house Jane turned to me. “Peter?” she said quietly “Can you come in for a bit? I need your help with something” “Certainly” I told her “What do you need help with?” “I’ll tell you once we get inside” Jane replied in almost a whisper. Not quite sure what was coming next I followed Jane inside. Chapter 14: Jane’s Request Once in the house Jane turned to me. “Mom took certain ‘measures’ to make sure I couldn’t take my diaper off by myself” Jane was looking at the floor her cheeks red, “I.. I.. have to go to the bathroom real bad. If I just had to pee, I would probably just go…. but I’ve got to… do something else” “Oh, I see” I said. I was still not sure what she exactly wanted me to do. “Well there is no way I can do THAT in my diapers. I mean… I know I’ve had lots of accidents before, but I’ve never… well I’ve always just wet myself, nothing else.” Jane couldn’t even say the word. “So what do you want me to do?” I asked. “Well…” Jane hesitated “….I can’t believe I’m asking you this!” “Jane, we’re best friends! I would do anything for you!” I said, she probably had no idea how much I meant that. “If you can help me…” Jane was still struggling with the words “If you can help me take this thing off I can go in and use the bathroom and then you can put it back on me.” She finished the last part quickly still looking at the floor, still blushing furiously. “Are you sure, if your mother finds out….” I said skeptically. “I know, I know” Jane knew what I was thinking “I can’t even imagine what she would do next! I’d probably have to wear these things the rest of my life!” “Well I doubt it would be that bad. Still I wouldn’t want to test her.” I said. Images of my dream last night came to my mind. “I’m just going to have to risk it” Jane said with resolve. “There is NO WAY I’m going to…. you know… in a diaper” “Okay” I told her “Just tell me what to do” I followed Jane into the living room where she hiked her dress up above her waist. That’s when I noticed something strange. “Isn’t that on backwards?” I asked. “Mom did that so it would be harder for me to take off” Jane explained “And look she marked the tapes so there would be no way I could line them back up even if I did get it off” Jane turned around and showed me the back. Sure enough there was a marker line through each tape and onto the diaper itself. Jane went over and laid belly down on the couch with her dress bunched up under her and her diaper fully exposed. “Peter please hurry” Jane said suddenly “I can’t last much longer” All her modesty and embarrassment earlier seemed to be eclipsed by her desperation. Completely stunned by what I was about to do I went over and started carefully undoing the tapes. “Peter hurry!” Jane said again. That’s when I realized something else shocking. The diaper was almost completely dry! Jane had somehow managed to hold it in all this time, a feat especially amazing for her! I undid the last tape and Jane made a mad dash for the bathroom. After about ten minutes she reemerged with a relieved look on her face. “Thank you Peter” she said looking relieved, “I feel much better now” She walked over and laid back down on the couch. “All right, put it back on me. But be careful to get it lined up exactly right.” Jane instructed. As I went to pull the diaper up between her legs I noticed her bottom was slightly red and sore looking. “Gosh, your mom really did a number on you last night” I commented. “I know, please just put the diaper on me” Jane responded suddenly seeming embarrassed again to be seen like that. I finished taping the diaper onto her making sure all the lines matched perfectly. “You know Jane” I said as she stood up and let her dress fall covering her diaper “I was thinking… Your mom probably EXPECTS you to be wet when she gets home. I mean she’s bound to know there’s no way you could make it a whole day without going. Don’t you think she might be upset if you are dry?” “Oh no! I hadn’t even thought about that!” Jane exclaimed “That’s probably what she meant by ‘learn my lesson’ ! Oh well, there’s only one thing to do!” With that she went to the refrigerator and grabbed a large bottle of soda and downed it on the spot. Chapter 15: Jane's Desperate Struggle An hour later I looked on in shock as Jane finished off her fourth large bottle of soda. “C’mon, C’mon…. Darn it!” Jane cried spreading her feet apart and bending her knees slightly. The effort Jane was putting into her task was etched across her face. “I… just… can’t…” Jane said, sounding defeated. “I’ve peed my pants, what? At least a thousand times!” she complained “And now that I need to, I just can’t go! Why won’t my bladder cooperate at least once?” “I don’t know, I guess it’s just harder to pee on command.” I replied. Jane dropped all pretense of modesty and lifted her skirt displaying her bone dry diaper. She glared down at the offensive garment as she began massaging her bladder willing it to release its contents. “I guess after so many years of having it pounded into my head that I’m not to pee in my pants it’s just not that easy” Jane admitted. “I have an idea” I offered “Maybe you can trick your bladder into thinking it’s time to go. Since you are normally in the bathroom when you pee maybe you should try it in there. ” “I’ll try anything at this point!” Jane said in desperation. She walked out of the room towards the bathroom in the hall. A few minutes later I heard her calling my name. “Peter! Can you come in here please?” “Yes?” I asked stopping outside the door. “No, come in here!” Jane pleaded. I pushed open the door and for the second time, in the same bathroom, was amazed at what I saw. Jane was sitting on the toilet in just her diaper and her bra, the dress she had been wearing was laying discarded on the floor. Seeing the shocked look on my face Jane blushed slightly. “I didn’t want to take a chance on getting my dress wet.” Jane explained “If I accidently dipped it in the toilet I figured mom might know I was in here.” Figuring it was not the right time to ask her if this was a regular problem, I stood there wondering why she had called me. “Can you run some water” Jane asked answering my unspoken question. “I thought it might help me go.” I walked over and turned the knob on the tap allowing cold water to splash down into the sink. Jane closed her eyes and bore down trying to force any small amount of liquid into the padding between her legs. I wondered if I should leave and give her some privacy, but decided to stay and provide ‘moral support’ instead. “Just relax” I offered “Let it come naturally, you’re trying too hard” Jane didn’t seem to mind my continued presence. “It’s not that easy” Jane responded. However, I could tell she had stopped pushing and her expression relaxed. “Good, now just take some deep breaths and listen to the sound of the water” I prodded her gently “That’s it breathe… breathe…” “Are you trying to help me pee or have a baby?” Jane laughed. That did the trick, as I heard a hiss and looked down to see the wetness spreading through Jane’s diaper. The two yellow strips on the front of the diaper turned blue as Jane kept peeing. She peed for what seemed like several minutes before she finally stopped. As Jane stood up the diaper sagged heavily between her legs. “Gosh, I am soaked! I sure hope my mom gets home soon so I can change!” she exclaimed. Suddenly she looked panicked “My mom! Peter! She’s going to be home any minute! You have to get out of here!” “Okay, I’ll see you at school tomorrow!” I said quickly, stealing one last glance at Jane in her sodden diaper. As I rushed out the door I couldn’t help but think how cute she looked standing there soaking wet. Really cute, that is, for someone who’s just a friend of course. I started my car quickly and drove down the street. As I came to the end of the block Jane’s mom drove past me in her car. I looked the other way hoping she wouldn’t notice me. Chapter 16: Peter's Predicament Thoughts of Jane and her mother faded from my mind as I got home and faced my own problems. As I entered my room the strong smell of air freshener nearly bowled me over. I had almost forgotten about my little accident last night, I sure hoped it was a one-time thing. “Peter!” I jumped as my dad knocked on the door. “My gosh Peter!” Dad gagged “What is that smell?” “Air freshener” I replied, not sure what else to say. “What have you done? Taken up smoking?” Dad said, elbowing me in the ribs. He was kidding of course, Dad knew me better than that. “No, no” I reassured him “I, uh, found some old food I must have left in here. It really smelled bad, I guess I over did it with the air freshener!” “Yeah, I would say so! Anyway dinner is ready, come on down.” He seemed to buy it, at least I hoped. Still I opened a window before heading downstairs for supper. Nothing else was said about my room or the smell of it for the rest of the evening. I figured my dad had not even given it a second thought. Still I WAS thinking about it. Though I was certain I wouldn’t wet my bed again tonight I couldn’t help but worry. I had already ruined one side of my mattress, if I wet the other side I’d get found out for sure. My mom still changed my sheets sometimes and if she saw the stain on my bed….. Well I didn’t even want to think about that! I had to find some way to protect the mattress. The plastic sheet that I used to keep on my bed had been thrown out years ago, so that wasn’t an option… I didn’t have any Goodnites either. Unlike Jane’s mom mine hadn’t seen a reason to keep them around once I stopped wetting. I think she gave all the leftover ones to one of my younger cousins. I sure wished I had one now… But wait! I did! The Goodnites I had bought for Jane were still in the back of my car! They were girl’s Goodnites of course, but still it seemed my only option, and a better one than wetting the bed again. I went out to the car and retrieved a Goodnite from the pack. I tucked it into the waistband of my pants and pulled my shirt down over it. After throwing my jacket back over the pack I went back in the house and up to my room. I shut and locked my door before pulling the Goodnite out. Turning it over in my hand I examined it. It’s just like underwear I tried to tell myself. Pink underwear with butterflies on it that is! But no one would see me, I reasoned. Still I couldn’t help but feel slightly awkward as I slipped off my pants and boxers and pulled on the undergarment. The fit was rater snug. I guess I had grown a bit since I last wore one of these, I thought. ‘It will have to do’ I told myself reasoning that I probably wouldn’t even need it. Before bed, however, I tucked a towel under my sheets just in case… I woke up the next morning to the jarring sound of my alarm clock. It took me a minute to come out of my haze and remember what I was wearing. Not recalling any particularly racy dreams from last night I pulled back my blanket. Sure enough I was completely…… dry. I let out a sigh of relief. I wasn’t becoming a bedwetter again after all. However I couldn’t help but feel a tad bit disappointed. The conflicting feelings confused me. I knew I was glad to not have to deal with bedwetting again, especially when I was off to college in a few short months. But still, something about it intrigued me. I had always known that Jane’s accidents interested me, but I had never thought about having one of my own. The last time I wet the bed I was fourteen and I had NEVER done it on purpose. The thought somehow appealed to me though and I wasn’t sure why. ‘What could it hurt?’ I thought. After all I was wearing a Goodnite, I might as well use it for its purpose. I relaxed and released my bladder. The flow started almost immediately, I was surprised at how easy it was. ‘See Jane’ I thought to myself ‘it’s not so hard!’ I finished peeing and got out of bed. Immediately I noticed two wet spots on my sheets. Feeling the back of my boxers I confirmed my fear. I had leaked! Silently kicking myself I pulled the sheets from bed. Luckily my backup plan had worked, the towel was wet but the mattress was dry. I went into the bathroom and tore open the sides of the soaked Goodnite. It plopped to the floor with a wet squish. I stepped into the shower and turned on the water. After my shower I took the wet Goodnite and tied it in a plastic bag. I gathered my wet sheets and headed down to the laundry room hoping no one would find it strange I was washing sheets two days in a row. Then I went back to my room and got my school things. As I left the house I tossed the plastic bag with my wet Goodnite in the curbside can. Fortunately it was trash day and all the evidence of my morning experiment would soon be gone. Chapter 17: Jane Relieved Arriving at school I wondered how Jane had fared last night. My question was soon answered when I arrived at her locker. She greeted me with a big smile. “Well you seem to be in a much better mood!” I observed. “I’m a big kid now!” Jane quipped. “What?” I said, confused by her comment. “I got my Goodnites back!” Jane whispered. “I would never have thought I would be happy to say that, but given the alternative….” “So you got away with it?” I asked “Your mom didn’t suspect anything?” “Nope! She came in and saw how wet my diaper was and just assumed I had been using it all day! She almost seemed sorry for making me wear it.” Jane said keeping her voice low. “But not sorry enough to keep her from putting another one on me” she added ruefully “I just got these back this morning” “She didn’t see me leaving then?” I checked “I passed her on the way out” “She didn’t mention it, I’m glad you left when you did though. Imagine what she would have done if she came in and you were there with me standing in just a wet diaper!” “Yeah, imagine” I said simply, remembering my dream from two nights ago. The rest of the day was uneventful. Besides catching a few glimpses of Jane’s Goodnite sticking out of her pants nothing much exciting occurred. One time I thought I saw another girl looking at it too, so being a good friend I grabbed Jane’s shirt and tugged it down. After school we got in the car and headed towards Jane’s house. For the first time in days neither Jane’s accidents or subsequent punishments came up in our conversation. That is until we got to Jane’s house. “Peter do you still have those Goodnites you bought?” Jane asked timidly. CHAPTER 18: The Discovery “They’re in the back seat” I replied “Why?” “Mom asked about them this morning.” Jane said, adding “Don’t worry I didn’t tell her you bought them for me.” “I told her that I walked to the drug store down on the corner and picked them up myself” she explained “She said since I spent my money on them I might as well not let them go to waste. So I have to keep wearing these things until both packs are gone. It doubled my punishment but I’m not going to complain after yesterday.” As I handed Jane the pack of Goodnites from my back seat a thought occurred to me. “Did you ever figure out how your mom knew you had switched them before?” I asked. “No, I wish I did.” Jane replied “You want to come in for a bit? I promise I don’t have any unpleasant tasks for you today!” “Sure thing” I replied. Unbeknownst to her I didn’t find her ‘tasks’ unpleasant in the least. Once inside the house Jane set the bag of Goodnites down on the coffee table. “I guess I’m lucky my mom didn’t ask to see them” she stated “I have no idea what I would have done then!” “Yeah, lucky” I replied looking at the bag of Goodnites on the table. I was still pondering how Jane got caught two days ago. Remembering how Jane’s mom had ‘secured’ Jane’s diaper yesterday gave me an idea. “Jane, can I see one of your Goodnites?” I asked suddenly. “The ones you already had I mean.” “I don’t have them” Jane responded “Mom has them locked in her closet. I guess she doesn’t trust me anymore, she’s giving them to me one at a time. Why do you want to see them anyway?” “I think I might know how your mom found out we switched them” I explained. “There is the one you have on…” “You want to see me in this thing again?” Jane looked at me strangely “Honestly Peter sometimes I think you LIKE seeing me in diapers!” “No, no nothing like that!” I hurried to correct her “It’s just I think I know how your mom found out what we did…. Don’t you want to know?” “I guess…” Jane said reluctantly “But this is the last time I give you an eyeful for a while, understand?” “Jane, honestly I don’t WANT to see you in a diaper” I lied “I’m just trying to help!” Jane stood up, unbuttoned her jeans and slipped them down past her knees. “Well, do you see anything?” she asked somewhat impatiently. “Not yet” I said as I walked a full circle around her studying the Goodnite. I wasn’t seeing what I was looking for. I moved in closer so my face was only inches from Jane’s posterior. “What would you do if I cut one right now?” Jane teased, seeming to relax a bit. “Don’t even think about it!” I warned. It was exactly the kind of thing she would do! I reached out and ran my finger around the waist band of the Goodnite, folding it down slightly. “Peter!” Jane gasped. “Sorry, just checking something” I replied, letting go. I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, which left only one possibility. “Jane you trust me right?” I asked. “The fact that I am standing here with my pants down to my knees should answer that!” Jane retorted. “I asked because I need to check something and you might find it a bit… uncomfortable” I explained. “I’m pretty sure I have reached my max on embarrassment the past couple of days” Jane replied “What do you need me to do?” “Sit down on the couch…” I started. “Okay..” Jane sat down “Now spread your knees apart” I finished. Jane just stared at me for a minute. Then slowly she spread her knees apart providing me with a clear view of the crotch of her diaper. I knelt down in front of her and fingered the elastic bands around her legs. “Peter this is getting kind of weird” Jane sounded slightly shocked. “There it is! I found it!” I exclaimed standing up. “Found what?” Jane asked quickly pulling her knees back together. “I’ll show you, do you have a hand mirror?” I inquired. “In the bathroom, do I have to leave my pants off?” Jane was starting to sound impatient. “Just for a minute” I responded as I left the room. I returned a minute later with the mirror. “Look right here” I pointed Jane parted her knees again as I positioned the mirror between them. There between the leg gathers of the Goodnite was a small hand drawn star. With the mystery solved Jane hurried to pull up her pants. “I knew my mom was sneaky, but this just brings it to a whole new level!” Jane said astounded. The rest of the afternoon was spent watching movies and eating snacks. I made sure to leave well before Jane’s mom was due home. Chapter 19: Peter's Purchace On the way home I started thinking about my own experiment with diapers earlier that day. The feeling of lying there in bed and just letting go went beyond description. It was something I was pretty sure I wanted to experience again. Too bad I had to give the Goodnites to Jane. ‘You know…’ I reasoned with myself ‘just because I didn’t wet the bed again last night doesn’t mean it won’t happen again… Maybe I should pick up something just in case.” I pulled my car into the parking lot of the same drug store that I had bought Jane’s Goodnites at just a couple days ago. This time my trepidation was somewhat mixed with feelings of excitement. Remembering that the Goodnites didn’t fit me very well I figured I should find something bigger. I thought about the ‘real’ diapers Jane had been made to wear. Immediately I knew that I wanted to try them. After making my way to the incontinence isle I searched through the various offerings. I settled on a pack of over-night, extra absorbent medium briefs and I made my way to the front. Secretly thanking the inventor of the self check-out I quickly made my purchase and left the store. Fortunately, when I arrived home I found the house to be empty. I carried the pack of diapers upstairs and hid them in my closet. Resisting the urge to open the package and put one on, I decided instead to wait until bed time. I hurried through dinner making idle conversation with my about school and such. After putting my plate in the sink I announced that I was tired and turning in early. Going up to my room I locked the door. Excited and somewhat nervous I retrieved the package from my closet. Pulling one ‘brief’ from the package I spread it out on my bed. Taping a diaper on myself proved to be quite a bit more difficult than putting the one on Jane the previous day. After readjusting the tapes several times I managed to get it on snugly. I pulled a pair of sweats on over top and climbed in bed. Just as I was getting comfortable my phone rang. “Hello?” I answered “Peter…” Jane’s voice came over the line in a whisper “There’s a Goodnite missing from the pack you gave me. What happened to it?”
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  25. I live alone. Don't like having people in my apartment. Although in my opinion, living with others makes it more enjoyable. Having only certain opportunities to practice it used to get me excited about the concept, I'd be looking for days when I could have the house to myself. Ever since I've set off on my own I've gotten bored of omorashi completely. Maybe it's just me, but being able to do it any time I want sort of took the magic out of it. I wouldn't mind going back to a time when I only had a few windows here and there, it might revive my interest.
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  26. Wetting white panties on the chair.mp4 The quality is not that good and there is some nudity.
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  27. I don't even feel bad for saying that I hope you're sacked and shamed for doing this.
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  29. Holy sweet diddly motherfucking christ what the hell is wrong with you?! Okay. I'm going to say this as calmly as I can. You should be fired on the fuckin' spot. Do you even REALIZE how fucking wrong this is?! This is some strangers home, you are there for work, not fun. This is EXTREMELY unsanitary! Has this even crossed your mind? Has anything crossed your mind?? This is not your stuff, this is not your house, you are committing property damage to a stranger with extremely unethical and possibly health consequences. Like, imagine if you were sick or carrying disease or some shit, and this woman unknowingly puts on her pissed in boots and walks in them all day, which is exactly what happened, you saw her do it. If she had a cut on the bottom of her foot or something, that gross old piss is literally running through her blood. Do you understand that?! DO YOU?! If you have HIV or something, you just killed a stranger with your goddamn fetish by committing property damage, a criminal offense, in a way that would have direct health consequences. Not to mention the boots are obviously expensive, and probably fucking ruined without her knowing, so you now also owe her hundreds of dollars. It wasn't even a little bit! It shows from the outside! Did you even care if she knew?! This is NOT your property to damage!!! What the FUCK?! This is absolutely disgusting and unsanitary and one of the most piece of shit acts I've seen committed on this site. If I find any way to use these pictures to find the owner of these multiple pairs of boots/house you worked in, or the company you work for, I will report you so fucking fast it will break the sound barrier. If you have any conscience at all you should own up to it, apologize, and offer to replace those. I'm going DIY for the rest of my life, nobody is touching my house without my presence, thanks for the lifelong paranoia, jerk.
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  30. I do not believe anyone has, or will, be banned strictly for sending a simple/friendly unsolicited message, even if it ends up being unwelcomed. The issue is that this site caters to (among others) people who are shy about their fetish and want a safe place to come and talk about it without being made to feel uncomfortable, and that includes messages out of the blue that immediately start with "Your story is hot, I got off to it immediately." [and with less punctuation and probably worse word choice as well] I don't see the issue with expecting people to be civil in approaching strangers, especially newer members to the site who may just be posting their first stories and are learning about what this community is like by the responses that story draws.
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  31. No, this is the wrong approach. People who want to post something should not have to wonder "will this make random guys think it's okay to message me?" The answer should simply be a firm no. Content creators are who make this place worth coming to, and making sure they are in a safe and pleasant environment is far more important than Horny Joe's right to self-express how much he wants them to meet his cock.
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  32. Chapter 9: The Late Night Call I was jolted awake by the sound of my phone ringing. “Umm.. ‘ello?” I said half awake, who could be calling this late? “Peter you’ve got to get over here” It was Jane and she sounded frantic. “Right now?” blurry eyed, I glanced at my clock. It was 2:05. “I know it’s late, please Peter, mom found out…. I don’t know how… but she’s gone too far this time… I’m running away..” Jane sounded absolutely desperate. “Are you sure?” I asked, now fully awake. “Peter if you don’t come get me I’m afraid of what she might do… Or what I might do….” This sounded bad. “Don’t do anything, I’ll be right there” I told her as I pulled on some clothes. I quietly crept down the stairs and out to my car, my parents aren’t anywhere near as bad as Jane’s mom, but they still wouldn’t be pleased with me going out at this hour. The drive to Jane’s house seemed a lot quicker than normal. It seemed as if mere seconds passed as I pulled onto her darkened street. I cut my headlights off and parked across from her house. I pulled out my phone to let Jane know I was here, but what I saw next caused me to drop it in surprise. Jane was running across the lawn towards my car wearing nothing but a diaper! I opened the door and she jumped in. “She took all my clothes… “Jane managed between sobbing gasps “…Locked them up…. She knew …I don’t know how. …she knew ….she knew” Suddenly the front porch light came on. “Go! Go!” Jane screamed. I floored the gas. Then the unbelievable happened, the engine died. “Peter, please!!” Jane pleaded. I turned the key. The engine roared to life and promptly died again. “Peter!” Jane was looking towards her house. I looked too and saw her mom bolting across the yard. “PETER GO!!!!” Jane howled. I desperately turned the key. The engine made only a feeble sound. Jane’s mom reached the car and pounded on the window. “Get in the house right now young lady!” She yelled. “Mom, please no….” Jane sobbed “I… I… I.. I’m sorrrry!” “Oh you’ll be sorry all right! And you will be too Peter if you try to leave here. I’ll call the police and tell them you kidnapped my daughter. Just what do you think will happen when they pull you over and she’s dressed like that….” I could tell she meant business. My car seemed to be conspiring with her too, it wasn’t going anywhere at the time. I thought about making a run for it, I certainly could outrun a middle aged woman who wasn’t in the best shape to begin with. But then I realized that would mean leaving Jane alone with her. She certainly couldn’t run in her current state, I noticed she didn’t even have on any shoes. I opened my door. Jane looked betrayed. “Come on.” I said gently “If I come in she wouldn’t dare do anything too bad” Jane got out and I took her hand and we walked across the yard together. I hoped Jane didn’t notice the lights in the surrounding houses that had come on and the eyes peering from behind multiple curtains. Chapter 10: Return to Jane’s House I walked into the living room and sat in the same spot I had just earlier that day. I had been secretly pleased to see Jane in her diaper then, but now… I felt horrible, this was just too much. Jane walked in and sat on the couch, grabbing a throw pillow she tried to cover herself. Her mom entered next and without a word walked past Jane, grabbed the throw pillow, and tossed it into the corner of the room. “Mom!” Jane shrieked, bending in half to cover her once again naked state. “Sit up straight Jane” her mom ordered “Babies don’t care about being naked!” Jane sat up, leaving her tiny breasts and diapered bottom on display. “Mom I’m not…” Jane started. “A baby?” her mom finished “Well what do you call someone who wets their pants and diapers? And then LIES about it to their mother?!? What would you call that Peter?” She suddenly turned to me. Did she expect me to answer? “I… uh.. I don’t know?” I stammered. “Well, I know… I call that person a BABY!” she spat out the words. Jane meanwhile sat on the couch, naked and crying. “Do you know what this baby did?” Jane’s mom said still talking to me “The BABY peed her diaper and then tried to HIDE it from me!” “But I guess you know that don’t you…” she continued “The way I figure it Jane couldn’t have done this on her own… She doesn’t have a car… So someone would have had to get the extra diaper for her.. And since you are her only friend to speak of…” She left the statement unfinished. I had no idea what to say, fortunately Jane’s mom didn’t seem to expect an answer. She turned back to Jane “Get over here now!” “Mom not now, not in front of Peter” Jane pleaded “I promise you this… If you ever want to see Peter again you will get over here now!” Jane stood up and slowly walked towards her mother. I held my breath unwilling to believe what was about to happen. With one fell motion Jane’s mom grabbed her, pulled her over her knee and yanked off her diaper. “Wetting yourself? Lying?? Running away??” Jane’s mom exclaimed “I guess I really do have a baby here instead of the young lady I thought I had.” With that her hand flashed into the air and she started furiously spanking Jane’s bare bottom. Every fantasy I had ever had was coming true before my eyes, but instead of being elated I felt sick to my stomach. Jane’s mom stopped and stood Jane up. Jane quickly retrieved the Goodnite, her sole piece of dignity, from the floor and put it on. “So Peter,” Jane’s mom turned her attention back to me “I assume I am right about you helping my daughter lie to me?” I didn’t know what else to say. “Yes mam” I said quietly. “So you get my daughter home late one night and then help her lie to me the very next day?” At that moment, I tried stupidly to take the fall. “Please mam, it was my fault… the lie I mean… I was getting Jane a dry Goodnite from the pack in her room and..” Jane’s eyes went wide. I realized my mistake. “So you were at the house with her alone? What else did you do that I don’t know about? Is she pregnant?” “What?? No, no mam. We’re just friends” I tried to explain. “Still, you were here unsupervised with my young daughter. How do I know you didn’t force yourself on her?” “Mom, he didn’t..” Jane tried to interject. “Be quiet child, unless you want another spanking…. with the paddle!” her mom snapped. Jane shrank back on to the couch in silence. “So as I said Peter, you have spent I don’t know how many days alone here with my daughter. Who knows what you could have been doing to her! I doubt you know this but I have quite a few friends in the police department, all it would take would be a call. Who knows what I might tell them… Maybe that I came home and found you forcing yourself on her… that she won’t say anything because you threatened her. Like I said I have friends…” I sat there staring in shock and disbelief, words failed to come. Was she serious? Certainly the charges would never stick. But they could make my life very inconvenient for a while. And innocent people have gone to jail before… “Where are they?” her mom asked. “Where are what?” I hesitated, not wanting to know the answer. “The rest of the diapers you bought for Jane? I assume you bought a whole pack? Where are they?” she repeated. “In my car” I answered “Go get them please” I walked slowly to my car, again considering making a run for it. But Jane’s mom’s threats seemed real to me. After everything I had witnessed I was sure she had no problem following through. I retrieved the open package from my car and went back into the house. “Put one on” Jane’s mom said simply as I walked back into the room. “What? No!” I exclaimed “Look Jane has her own pack up in her room.” she explained “The way I see it you paid for these so they must be yours. So put one on. ” She’s not kidding, I thought. Hardly believing what I was about to do I pulled a Goodnite out of the package and headed towards the hall bathroom. “No, put it on here” Jane’s mom commanded. “Here? I can’t… You can’t…” Now I was the one stammering. “I can, unless you want me to make that call.” Still in complete disbelief I undid my pants and pulled them down, followed by my boxers. I stepped into the diaper and pulled it on. It was way too small for me and stretched uncomfortably around my groin. “Shirt off too!” her mom stated flatly. I pulled my shirt over my head. Now I too was left standing in just a diaper. I dared not look at Jane, sure she had seen me naked just a few hours ago, but this was different. “Now, look, I have two babies” her mom mocked. “Except one of my naughty babies hasn’t been punished yet!” I heard Jane gasp. Surely she didn’t mean…. “Come over here Peter..” As if they were moving under their own power I felt my legs carrying me towards where she sat. Before I knew what was happening she had grabbed me and pulled me over her lap. She allowed me to leave the diaper on at least, though I wasn’t sure why. ‘Whack!’ Her hand came down. I braced myself for the sting but it didn’t really hurt. In fact I didn’t feel a thing! ‘Whack!’ came another blow. Perhaps it’s the padding? No, I didn’t feel anything at all! This was very strange! ‘Whack’ This woman must be really weak! But something didn’t seem right. She had spanked Jane hard enough to make her pee herself! Surely I should feel something… Then as that very thought crossed my mind I did feel something. Not another blow, but a warmness spreading through the front of my diaper. I was wetting myself! But how? Everything went dark… I was confused… I wasn’t over Jane’s mom’s lap anymore… In fact I didn’t see Jane anywhere around... I wasn’t even at her house… It was mine… I was in my room… A dream… It was all a dream… I had never received a desperate call from Jane… Or rushed to her house… Or been spanked by her mom… But one thing remained.. That warm feeling was still there… I knew it all too well… For the first time in years… I had wet my bed! Chapter 11: Peter’s Predicament I had wet the bed! I sat up in shock and pulled the covers back. My boxers were soaked, the bed was soaked. The mattress… oh the mattress… It had absolutely no protection, I had no reason, I hadn’t done this in what? Four years? At least? Well, I better deal with it I thought to myself it’s not like I can expect my mom to do it at my age. I made my way into the bathroom and turned the water on as hot as it would go. As steam started to fill the room I dropped my soaked boxers on the floor and stepped into the shower. Letting the water cascade over me, I thought about my predicament. Why had I wet my bed? After all these years? Certainly it had something to with that dream…. My thoughts drifted to the dream, Jane in diapers running across the yard, then over her mother’s knee.. Then ME over her mother’s knee! It was quite the dream I reasoned, even I hadn’t wet the bed there was no doubt I would still been changing at least my boxers. I shut the water off and stepped out wrapping a towel around my waist. I gathered my wet boxers from the floor and then picked up a couple extra towels and a can of air freshener before going out the door. Once I was back in my room and dressed I felt much better. The shower had left me feeling refreshed, but I was afraid my mattress had not faired quite so well. Cleaning up had never been a problem before. When I was wetting frequently I always wore some kind of ‘protection’ and I also had a plastic sheet on my bed. If I leaked, or went to bed without my Goodnite on, mom would just come in and strip the sheets and put them in the laundry. I pulled the sheets off my bed and then took the towels and tried to dry the mattress. I scrubbed and patted and blotted to no avail. Having no idea what else to do I took the air freshener and sprayed the entire contents of the can onto the mattress, then flipped it over. With any luck no one would turn that mattress again for many many years, hopefully long after I had moved out of the house. Taking my wet sheets down to the laundry I was grateful not to run into my parents or my younger sister. It wasn’t until I returned to my room later to gather my things for school that I noticed my cell phone was flashing. It was a text message from Jane… ‘OMG Peter! She knows!!!’ The time stamp on the message was 2:05 AM. The line between dreams and reality suddenly became blurred.
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  33. Just found this on google and want to share it whit you :3 https://www.literotica.com/s/desperate-relief Have fun reading it ;)
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  34. Fantastic hun! Thank you so much for sharing x
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  35. I'm not banned (yet) But as such, I feel obliged to kick off the debate here. Very technically speaking, the RLC clips don't break the forum rules - but at the same time, I get the feeling Kirito doesn't approve. As I understand it, the ideal content on Omorashi.org is supposedly entirely media where the participants are aware of omorashi and are deliberately making the content for us specifically - meaning no voyeur, no cctv, no hidden cams, and of course no RLC clips seeing as they're not "omorashi-intended". It's an ethics thing I suppose, and while I personally don't think too much about ethics when it comes to sexuality (my own collection is probably 90% voyeur material), nonetheless I feel morally obliged to respect the wishes of the hierarchy - partially because I think it's the morally right thing to do, in a broader sense of morality. Not to mention that without the work and effort of those such as Kirito, this community would not exist at all. So at the end of the day, its staff's call, and I'll make it a point not to argue any further beyond a solid ruling. Even so, I think we are not unworthy of a request otherwise. RLC clips are arguably "the" grey area of Omorashi - fair enough I will admit stalking the streams for signs of desperation could be considered "creepy", but at the same time we're not breaking any laws, invading privacy or infringing copyright. Not to mention that evidently keystone members of the community such as Gemmy and Queen Rachel approve... perhaps this may be the one instance which deserves the turning of a blind eye?
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  36. Talk to girls in the truck and ask if they are desperate to go.
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  37. great video snuppa is a great model get some more!
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  38. Snuppa does some of the greatest desperation videos EVER !! Even though i'm not a fan of jeans wetting (i prefer to see the knickers being wet) her videos are truly sexy.
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  40. I love you for posting these! Thank you!
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  41. I like snuppa very much! thank you!!
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  42. you have no idea how awesome you are, thanks a lot!!!
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  43. This is a wonderful upload, it has basically every Snuppa clip ever made all tucked into one compilation, including the DVD 2 Trailer and a few clips which i've never been able to come across before, thank you very much for this upload, it's a wonderful compilation of one of the best wetting models in the world.
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