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  1. Sounds hot- would you happen to have a link to that video?
  2. Hello wet friends, I have a thing for girls with wide hips and large butts (big boobs don't hurt either). I did a quick search of the forums here but didn't find a thread specifically dedicated to curvy girls so I thought I'd start one. If there are others who wish to share their favorite models/videos, please add to the thread. Here is a great clip with Jazmyn to start things off: https://vk.com/videos167883956?z=video229516142_171010517%2Fpl_167883956_-2 I was going to upload the file here but I'm guessing it's not allowed here.
  3. female

    Great writing Spurgle... can't wait for part 3!
  4. Yup, that's the one! I used to have the wetting clip but the full file is even better- thanks!
  5. Yup- that's the one! Thanks realferdicted!
  6. Forgive me for making a second request in the same night.. there was one "real-life" wetting video at a college football game or something where students are drinking while waiting in massive lines to pee. One girl is talking to some guys while openly peeing her pants in the line. The people filming her were laughing and she could hear them, but there was nothing she could do. Thanks in advance!
  7. This is a huge shot in the dark (pun intended). I'm looking for one of my favorite older clips (might be a t-bob movie) where a very desperate girl (I think her name might be Tanya?) is forced to wait by a male setting up the camera at night. A light is aimed at her crotch as she finally pees in her purple panties. The best part of the clip for me is that she sighs in relief and says something super hot like "that is absolute heaven- thank you" as she pees. If anybody has this clip, please please please share!
  8. Great story- loved it!
  9. Fernanda had never expected this. Here she was, an international MBA student, completing the final requirement of her degree somehow bound in a maze of restraints and electronic gadgets. She wasn’t really complaining- she had always been a very sexual person and getting a chance to spend 4 months at S3X Enterprises instead of some boring office job had been a real treat. However, it didn’t change the fact that she was now in her underwear trying out a sex machine in front of her co-workers. She knew she shouldn’t be feeling so exposed. It really was a great working environment. She had seen most of the researchers watching her already try out various machines in the past ten weeks. It was the only way to develop new technology- they weren’t supposed to be testing anything on humans until the machines were approved by regulators. However, those crash test dummies couldn’t emulate human behavior near well enough so the researchers just took turns testing the new technology in secret. It was actually good fun- they all had their share of orgasms in front of each other and drinks plus giggles afterwards. Fernanda had never had sex in public so she had been quite nervous about being put “on display”. She could also sense that all her male co-workers had been eagerly awaiting her turn. She was very pretty- 26 years old with a curvy Brazilian body. She stood 5’ 8 with 38C breasts, light brown skin and dark hair. She had felt all eyes on her as she had shyly stripped down to her bra and panties and climbed up to the giant machine. Even a few people who usually weren’t involved with product testing had turned up to enjoy the show. S3X Enterprises was the global leader in sexual technology. There was the usual mainstream stuff like dildos, vibrators, sybians, and restraints. However, they also developed less common, fetish-specialty technology which Fernanda couldn’t even dream up. Many times, she had Googled fetishes after work to confirm they were actually a thing. Some of the stuff grossed her out but a lot of it was intriguing. She wondered if her boyfriend back home would be interested in trying a few new things when she got back… Unfortunately for Fernanda, an “out-there” machine was being tested today. It was a project she had not been involved with at all so it was her first time hearing about it. She was to be restrained in a machine that could torture its victim in a variety of ways. There was a hair-pulling arm, a slapping hand in front of her face, a spanking hand beneath her ass, pinching and tickling fingers all around her body. There was also huge bottle attached to the mechanism with a straw leading to her mouth. The bottle was filled with wine. She was instructed that the only way to stop a torture was to drink wine until the specific gadget stopped moving. The longer she endured a torture, the less wine would have to be consumed. Fernanda suspected she would be completely drunk by the time her hour in the horrible machine was up. It was probably a whole other fetish around getting a girl wasted out of her mind. She had no interested in looking like a fool in front of her coworkers, either by saying dumb things or puking her guts out all over her own boobs and the machine. She would try to drink as little as possible. As per usual procedure, the machine was mounted on a five-foot platform so everyone could observe the testing clearly. It took almost thirty minutes to get her restrained in place and the machine set up just right. In addition to the torture devices, there were physiological sensors set up to monitor her heartbeat, sweat rate, blood pressure, even vaginal wetness which was an indicator of sexual excitement. As the computer operator entered a time of 60 minutes on the large clock in front of her, Fernanda realized she had a mild need for the toilet. Her morning coffee was working its way down to her bladder- she should have peed before starting, especially considering she was going to be tickled. Oh well, it was too late now- she could wait one hour. If things got risqué with the tickling, she would just gulp fast to end the torture. The testing started and nothing happened for the first few minutes. Fernanda realized that now knowing what was going to happen when was an added torture in itself. She stared anxiously at the hand in front of her wondering if it would slap her. What about the spanking hand beneath her, poised to embarrass her in front of dozens of people? Suddenly, she felt pinching. The fingers around her rapidly attacked her everywhere- her sides, her legs, her arms, her breasts, her butt. It really hurt and the intensity seemed to increase to an unbearable level in mere seconds. Fernanda yelped and eagerly drank from the straw, trying to end the pinching as quickly as possible. The wine tasted great despite the fact she couldn’t really enjoy it. At least they had given her the courtesy of a fine wine. A handful of gulps later, the pinching abruptly stopped and Fernanda gulped down the liquid in her mouth to gasp and catch her breath. She could see red pinch marks all over her body. They still stung fiercely, though there wasn’t any bleeding. Fernanda cautiously glanced at the audience watching her. Some of the women seemed sympathetic to her ordeal, but all the men seemed overtly eager to see more. She felt a growing anxiety in the pit of her stomach. Damn them all, enjoying the show. It took a while for Fernanda to realize the next torture had already started. Her ponytail was slowly being yanked back and twisted in a counter-clockwise direction. The pinching had started so suddenly that she had not expected the next event to be so gradual! She closed her lips on the straw again before remembering her promise to herself about not getting too drunk. She could certainly handle a little more hair-pulling! Fernanda tilted her head back as far as she could as the hand continued pulling on her hair. She kept the straw between her teeth so that she could start drinking at any time. Hopefully she wouldn’t have to drink as much as last time. Maybe it was just her imagination, but she could feel a light buzz already. The clock in front of her said only seven minutes had passed. She clenched her jaw tight as the pain increased. Her scalp was really starting to hurt. Stubbornly she refused to drink and shut her eyes trying to survive another few seconds. Finally, when it seemed like her hair was going to be pulled right out of her skull, she sucked on the straw hard. To her surprise, the hand let go right away. She must have been close to outlasting the torture without any drinking! She felt confidence swell up inside her as she vowed to perform even better in the upcoming episode. A couple long minutes passed before the hand in front of her swung suddenly and violently to hit the right side of her face. Tears immediately swelled up in Fernanda’s eyes as she struggled to recover from the shocking attack. She blinked rapidly, trying to clear her watery vision so she could locate the hand as well as the straw before it was too late. As she desperately closed her lips on the straw, the hand struck her again from the left, knocking away the straw once more. Both sides of face stung now- she knew she could not risk another blow where she was already severely hurting. She ignored the tears streaming down her face to close her lips around the straw again and gulped like no tomorrow. She prayed internally that she would be able stop the torture before another slap came and knocked the straw away once more. At long last, the hand reset to the center position in front of Fernanda’s face and she released the straw in relief. Her face was burning and she knew the redness and her tears were visible .She tried to stop weeping as she lowered her face to avoid facing her audience. She had seen men and women alike cry during their testing turns and she had never thought too much of it. However, crying seemed so much more shameful with her as the centre of attention. She had to keep a strong face in front of her coworkers. A few minutes passed and Fernanda’s pain subsided. She had stopped crying- the alcohol was helping numb her senses. She was feeling tipsy and realized her plan to limit wine intake was failing horribly. Forty minutes still remained and she reckoned she would be punch-drunk in another twenty. What did it matter anyway- her coworkers had seen her getting sexually abused in her underwear. What could drunk Fernanda possibly do to make things worse? Fernanda half-dozed from the effect of the wine, but was rapidly awakened by a stark spanking on her bottom. She gasped audibly but quickly clenched her glutes to brace for the next impact. She felt embarrassed at being spanked in public, but reminded herself that it was just a machine not a man. She stuck the straw in her mouth again but refused to drink yet- she could handle at least another spank. The hand struck her large round ass again with a very audible SPLAT! This one stung more than the last but Fernanda stubbornly held on. She could see excitement on some of her coworkers’ faces; spanking was obviously one of the more common turn-ons out there. She ignored them as another smack struck her, seemingly even harder than the last. Still, she didn’t drink, fighting the powerful urge to surrender. She could survive one more. She was tough enough- her angry maniac of a father had spanked her many times as a child. She would drink after the next one. This was personal. The next spank made Fernanda cry out in pain. The straw fell from her mouth and tears ran down her face once again. Pain ran through her body, from her butt down to her feet and up to her shoulders. Before she could even think about recovering the straw and stopping the torture, a final smack nailed her. The sharpest wave of pain yet shackled through her poor body as Fernanda howled again, no longer caring how she appeared to her coworkers. She finally regained some sense after a few minutes and scrambled to relocate the straw before realizing the massive hand behind her had locked into its original position a while ago. She would not have to drink this time- a mild consolation to her physical pain. The spanking had seemed to kick-start her bladder. Fernanda felt an urge to pee again, although not too severe. All the torture had taken her mind off her bladder since the beginning of the testing, but now all the wine drinking was making her bladder’s urges tough to ignore. Soon, she would really need the toilet. She was somehow starting to feel a growing a growing sexual excitement as she observed men all around her obviously turned on by her show. Several of them had their hands in their pockets and appeared to be battling erections in their pants. Fernanda wondered if her excitement could be diagnosed on the sensors. Fernanda was fully expecting the tickling to be next, since it was the only torture left. However, she was startled by a quick yank to her pony tail- the type she had received in middle school from her crushes. Before she could make sense of the surprise, the hand in front of her slapped her face. She felt stinging pain on her right cheek again and closed her mouth on the straw. Before she could drink, her hair was yanked back again and she inadvertently released the straw again. She knew another slap was coming- she had to drink fast. She got a couple of gulps in before the slap came from the left side. This time she hung on to the straw and kept drinking. She didn’t stop until the hand in front of her centred itself again. She felt really drunk now, not to mentioned rattled- the world in front of her looked hazy. She wondered how much more she would have to drink. She couldn’t see the large bottle beside her head but she suspected she had drunk a lot of it already. To make matters worse, Fernanda’s need to pee was intensifying rapidly. The alcohol was having a diuretic effect and her bladder was filling faster than she drank. She shifted her butt and she looked up at the clock anxiously. There were still twenty-five minutes to go! Her filling bladder was yet another form of torture piled on to her misery. Finally, the tickling came. Fernanda roared with laughter as the fingers attacked her again. They tickled her armpits, her feet, her limbs. She squirmed in place and squeezed her thighs together as tightly as she could. She could feel her bladder struggling to retain her urine as the violent fit of laughter rippled through her entire body. She urgently sucked at the straw, laughing helplessly as she drank. Wine spilled from her nose and ran down her young voluptuous body. Finally, the tickling stopped. Fernanda kept her legs pressed together as she recovered from the tickling. That had been close- she had almost wet her panties. She really had to go now. She shifted her hips, trying to ease the discomfort. It was hard enough enduring all this torture but worrying about not peeing herself was too much! Fernanda realized that she was in serious danger of having an accident before this was over. Another tickling session would surely end her. Even a spanking might be enough to make her pee. With twenty minutes to go, those things could easily happen again! Fernanda uneasily scanned the crowd around her. She was too drunk to even recite most of their names but she still couldn’t announce her need. She almost yelled out to Sarah, the testing supervisor, that she needed a bathroom break but couldn’t get herself to do it in front of so many people. So, she bit her lower lip and nervously awaited the next abuse. Surprisingly, it was nothing she expected. A pleasant and familiar sensation arose in her crotch. She looked down to see a set of fingers masturbating her pussy through the cotton cloth of her panties. She sighed in both relief and pleasure- finally something nice from this damned machine! The large hand which had spanked her a few minutes ago rose up to “hold” her ass as she got finger-fucked. Two more sets of fingers cupped and massaged her breasts through the silk bra. Fernanda moaned with pleasure in her drunken haze. It had been so long since she had sex- much too long. She got lost in the magical moment as her breathing intensified- she was approaching climax. A sudden and sharp pang from her full bladder immediately shifted her back to reality. She clenched her urethra and clamped her legs shut, fighting off the natural urge to orgasm. She was about to lose control! If she came, she would surely wet herself in front of everyone. Peeing her panties, in addition to climaxing! She could not let that happen! “Stop!” She gasped, no longer caring who heard her. “I need to PEE!” Sarah made no move to end the testing and the computer operator continued to let the machine run. The rubbing against her vagina intensified- the fingers were now vibrating as they massaged her most intimate region. Fernanda felt another wave of desperation shiver through her body. She just barely stopped her pee from escaping her pee-hole into her panties. “PLEASE!” she yelled. “I’M GOING TO PEE MYSELF!” Once again, nobody moved. There were clear erections in the pants of every man watching, as the extremely attractive South American woman helplessly struggled not to orgasm in public. Fernanda finally remembered what she had to do. She stuck the straw in her mouth yet again and drank heavily. The rubbing stopped just in time- she was seconds from orgasm. Her body screamed at being denied an earth-shattering orgasm and she involuntarily thrust her wet crotch in the direction of the fingers, craving further touching. She would have to finish herself off later in the privacy of the women’s room. The thought snapped her mind right back to her bladder. She was dangerously close to having an accident! She could barely make out the clock with her blurry vision- ten minutes still remained! There was no way she could wait that long! She wiggled in place, helplessly bound as waves of pee desperation ran through her. She could see her bladder bulging as the feelings of intense pleasure in her pussy made way to feelings of intense pain. “I NEED TO PEEEEEEE!” she screamed. “Please let me GOOOOOOOOO!” She was far too drunk to care about how she looked now to her coworkers. The only thing that mattered was getting to a toilet before she pissed herself. Still, no one responded to her wails. It shouldn’t have surprised her- she had seen many tests before. They were never stopped unless the tester was in real danger. Nearly all women begged to be let go before they succumbed to orgasm in front of their associates. Five minutes ticked by like five years and somehow Fernanda held on. Her panties were wet already- was it from her sexual excitement or her pee? She didn’t know. She was certain the damp spot was visible on the thin violet cloth, but couldn’t see past her engorged bladder to verify for herself. She prayed there was no more torture. Only five minutes to go- she might make it... might. Suddenly, she felt pressure on her stomach. The machine’s fingers were now pushing on bladder, making it nearly impossible to control her pee. “NOOOOOOOOOO!” She screamed to no avail, “Make it STOOOOOOP!” She was crying now, struggling valiantly to prevent a wetting accident. The incredible urge to surrender to her bladder’s demands pulsated through her but she somehow pushed her legs together and held on. Then, a hard surprise spank on her bottom. It was too much. She felt herself leak and felt a damp spot on the crotch of her panties. She felt a couple of warm drops splash at her bound feet as she struggled to regain control, only barely succeeding. The clock showed three minutes to go now- another spank was coming. She had to drink NOW! The wine seemed to flow right through her tense body straight into her bladder. She cried as she drank, knowing she had no choice. Another spank came as the fingers continued to exert incredible pressure on her tummy. Naturally, she lost control again. A longer squirt escaped her pussy this time, her hot pee running down her legs for everyone to see. She wondered what the point of struggling any longer was- she had already wet herself. Everyone was seeing her wet her panties. Yet, she somehow soldiered on trying to save the little dignity she had left by not having a full-blown accident. There was one last spank on her wet butt before she had finally drunk enough to halt this final gruesome torture. She almost lost complete control this time, just barely clenching the flow after three seconds of peeing down her legs. Her pee was flowing off the machine now, dripping to the floor. The fingers released her stomach, but the struggle to contain her pee seemed just as torturous. The final minute finally ticked off the clock and a few researchers walked over to undo Fernanda’s binds. The machine powered down as Sarah worked to unbuckle Fernanda’s feet. Fernanda knew she couldn’t hold on a moment longer- she was going to empty her bladder where she stood, plain and simple. “Please… I’m going to -” Her voice broke off into crying as her piss flooded her panties and drenched her boss below her. Sarah calmly continued to unbuckle her feet as the warm liquid ran down her hair and face to soak her thin white blouse, making it transparent. Fernanda looked on in shock as the attractive blonde’s breasts became unveiled to everyone there. Sarah waited until Fernanda’s binds were finally undone before helping her down from the machine. “Well, that went rather well don’t you think?” she remarked with a warm smile, as men around them looked on in utter shock. “Let’s go get cleaned up.” She led a very drunk and wet Fernanda to her personal restroom. Later that day, Fernanda accepted a permanent offer of employment with S3X Enterprises.
  10. Great find, mate- here ya go! Girls pee in pants so sexy.mp4
  11. Female

    Hey everyone, long time no see! I got a bit stoned today and came up with an idea which I felt I had to write out! Not sure how great this will end up being, but I am a fan of it right now (while still under the influence)... so here it is! Lizzie groaned as her bed shifted with the tell-tale movement of her girlfriend getting up to go to the bathroom again. Lizzie swore that Mila had just awoken her a few minutes ago to pee. It seemed as if the woman peed five times a night minimum. Of course, she had not always been like this. A few months ago, Mila and Lizzie had been out clubbing, drinking heavily and getting touchy right on the dance floor. They finally got so hot and horny that security kicked them out. A massive circle had formed around the ladies and loud protests had erupted from all directions as they were escorted out. The cool air had somehow filled their bladders in mere minutes as they waited for their cab on the busy sidewalk. Lizzie had always been the strong-bladdered type, but even she had to cross her legs as the desperation mounted. Mila was in much worse shape and had her hands in her crotch even though she was in full view of horny lads walking by. Her face was filled with severe anxiety as she danced in place. Lizzie couldn't help but recall that neither of them had visited the ladies all night. No, they had been much too into each other on dance floor, happily accepting drink after drink from men who eagerly wanted to see the show progress further. It was surprising since Mila commonly asked to stop on road trips, well before Lizzie felt the slightest need to urinate or their gas tank needed refilling. Still, she only peed once per night, twice max. It sometimes woke Lizzie up, but it was really no big deal. She loved her girlfriend just the same. Plus the 3 a.m. wake-up frequently led to all sorts of fun activities before they drifted back to sleep. The events of that fateful night had changed everything. By the time the cab finally came, Mila was on the verge of squatting at the edge of the sidewalk. Lizzie had stopped her once, fearing an arrest from one of the police vehicles passing by ever so often on the busy street. However, it was clear Mila would have no choice but to pee very soon- either in her sexy little black dress or on the pavement below. Mila got into the cab first, never releasing her tight clench on her tight snatch. Lizzie nervously watched her rock back and forth violently on the seat, knowing Mila's hot liquid could flow all over it any second. Her own need for relief had grown significantly and she casually pushed her own fingers into her crotch, taking advantage of the darkness in the cab. The driver had noticed the girls' predicament and he worrisomely glanced at his rear-view mirror every few seconds. It was his busiest night of the week and a pee puddle in his back seat would certainly ruin it. Fortunately, it wasn't a long ride home. As the cab slowed to a stop five minutes later, Lizzie could tell her girlfriend was in serious danger. Wordlessly, she pushed open the door and hobbled out in her heels, trying to run towards the entrance to their apartment complex. The shock of standing up and half-running to the nearest possible toilet was too much for her strained bladder. Mila exploded before she could even get her key in the door and wet her dress. Lizzie absent-mindedly threw a ten at the driver and rushed to help her girlfriend, but it was way too late. Mila had stopped trying to open the door and stood with her hand on the handle. A powerful pee flood flowed down her slender legs and she sighed in overwhelming relief of finally letting go. Despite her own severe need to pee, Lizzie admired the sight of her gorgeous Brazilian girlfriend wetting herself in the warm glow of the hall light. It was surprisingly erotic. Mila started sobbing and Lizzie shook herself awake. She needed to get to a toilet NOW! Seeing Mila's accident and her huge puddle flowing down the walkway was not helping matters at all. Lizzie grabbed her stunned girlfriend's hand, wishing she had time to console her but knowing she didn't. She had the door opened in an instant and dragged Mila up the stairs to their room. Lizzie leaked briefly as she hopped in place trying to unlock the door, one hand gripping her pussy through the thin silk fabric of her purple dress. She somehow prevented herself from soaking her panties right there and swung the door open forcefully. Leaving Mila behind and the apartment door open, Lizzie raced to the only bathroom in the one-bedroom unit and switched on the light. Seeing the toilet was too much. She started peeing forcefully as she lifted her dress and took two giant steps to plant her lingerie-clad ass on the toilet seat. She closed her eyes and sighed with sheer relief as a huge pee stream flowed through the gusset of her expensive red panties into the water below. Lizzie regained her senses a few seconds later, in mid-pee. The bathroom door was still open! Her eyelids flew open and she was relieved to see there was no sign of Mila at the doorway. Lizzie did not want her girlfriend seeing her having an embarrassing pee accident! Lizzie grabbed the toilet bowl cleaner beside her and reached out to push the door shut. Her eyes drifted to the floor where her pee drops formed a messy trail from the doorway to her feet. She would clean it up after this long pee was finally done. As she pushed out the last drops, Lizzie felt waves of pleasure and electricity flow through her curvy Caucasian body. The feeling of losing control in her panties had been so... indescribable. And the relief- oh God, the relief of finally peeing! And on top of her own experience, seeing Mila soak herself! She had seemed so helpless, so vulnerable. Lizzie was once again lost in a moment on the toilet seat and she reached down to touch herself though her drenched panties. Touching, and being touched by, Mila all night was enough to get her worked up, but the peeing had been way too exciting. She came on the toilet in a minute flat, screaming with pleasure before coming to an abrupt stop as she realized her girlfriend and neighbours could hear her drunk wails. Hurriedly, she ripped off her wet panties and used them to wipe the floor. She flushed and threw the panties in the vanity cupboard. She would wash them first-thing tomorrow morning before Mila could find them. Lizzie exited the bathroom expecting to have Mila questioning her about the wailing. However, her still-dressed girlfriend was already lying on the bed, fast asleep. Thanking her lucky stars, Lizzie stripped off her dress to join Mila on the bed, stark naked. She couldn't help but glance at the dark streaks on her drunk girlfriend's dress one last time before turning out the light. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________ "Tell me how you remember that night, Mila." The psychiatrist leaned forward and removed her glasses, causing her natural blonde hair to flow down to her eyes. She casually waved her hand to brush the minor inconvenience away. Lizzie looked over at her obviously humiliated girlfriend, hoping for an answer. As with several of the past questions, Mila looked down at the folded hands on her lap without uttering a sound. Lizzie felt gravely concerned for her lover. She still loved her beyond even her own imagination but Mila had been having serious issues and they were putting their relationship in serious risk. Dr. Jan addressed Mila again after a long pause. "Would you prefer if we spoke alone, without Lizzie here?" Mila shook her head slowly. "No, I want her here." The shrink gave Lizzie an encouraging sign. before speaking again. "That's great Mila- I'm glad you want Lizzie around. Lizzie, why don't you tell us what happened that night and maybe Mila can chip in a little later." Lizzie looked over at Mila who still refused to make eye contact and began retelling the story, just as she had last week. She tried to put every detail as delicately as possible- Mila's wetting accident, her bedwetting, and the gradual relationship breakdown ever since. The morning after Lizzie had awoken in a warm, wet bed with her girlfriend sobbing beside her, they had not had sex or even communicated freely. They had not gone out on a date or done anything romantic. Mila had become reserved, almost as if she couldn't overcome the embarrassment of peeing herself in Lizzie's presence. Furthermore, she was waking up many times each night to pee which deprived both her and Lizzie of a restful sleep. Lizzie's work had really suffered since she felt so fatigued by the end of the workday. Mila's daytime bathroom habits had changed too. She peed almost once an hour and grew anxious when Lizzie occupied the bathroom for more than a few minutes. The couple had visited their family doctor and he had said there was nothing physically wrong with Mila and had recommended Dr. Jan. Lizzie was starting to fear that her life with Mila was truly over. "Mila, do you have anything to add to what Lizzie just said?" Mila had started crying as she heard the story again, tears were dripping down her face as she kept her head bowed. She just shook her head. The shrink sighed and paused, as if she was unsure about what to do. Suddenly, she set her jaw as if her mind was made. "What I see here is a common case of obsessive compulsive disorder. Mila's mind is set on one thing, her accidents that night. I'm going to recommend an intimacy exercise which might help her get back to where she needs to be. However, keep in mind that this is also a pragmatic approach so that is a key reason why I've recommended this instead of something more... conventional." __________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Lizzie's womanhood tingled with excitement as she walked back to the car, shopping bag in hand. The cashier had given her a weird look as she had paid but who cared what he thought! She hadn't even told the shrink or Mila about her secret fetish and somehow things had worked out perfectly! Lizzie forced herself to calm down before getting back into her Honda Civic. Mila didn't speak the entire ride home, but Lizzie could sense her sneaking nervous glances over at her. As they walked into their condo, Mila obediently made her way to the bed as she had promised to do. Lizzie undid her girlfriend's pants for the first time in weeks and pulled her panties down to her knees. Then, she tore open the large package to pull out an adult diaper. She felt herself getting excited as she lifted her girlfriend's butt to slide the diaper under her. She resisted the strong urge to touch her lover's pussy as she diapered her up. The diaper was too bulky to pull Mila's pants over top of. So, Lizzie took them off completely, leaving her girlfriend in just a diaper and t-shirt. That night before bed, Lizzie dutifully removed Mila's wet diaper and prepared a fresh one. This time, she could not resist touching her girl. She was far too horny and had been deprived for far too long. Surprisingly, Mila didn't resist as she had all the recent advances. Instead, she howled with pleasure as Lizzie licked her pee-covered vulva. Lizzie finished dressing Mila in a clean diaper and put her to bed before heading to the shower to take care of her own needs. She had a beautiful night to look forward with her baby finally in diapers.
  12. Great find! Here's the file. plassen - het bad vol - EroProfile.m4v
  13. Female

    Hi wet friends! I'm back after a bit of a break. This is a bit of a lengthy story with a longer set-up so bear with me. As always, I welcome your feedback! "Get rid of it. Now." Shelly couldn't believe her ears. Six years at this laboratory, all with Tracy as her supervisor, and it had come to this. She finally had something and her boss was throwing out her prototype without even a demonstration. Yes, she had disobeyed strict orders to halt research and development of the "ViaHer" line- for over two years. But the drug worked! All her secret overtime hours had finally paid off and she had observed positive behaviour in mice. She opened her mouth to reply but couldn't utter a word. Tracy snapped again. "Don't argue with me. You know exactly why the project was killed. Just get rid of your work now before others catch wind of this and get us into a whole lot of hot water." Shelly sighed. She knew Tracy was right. This line of drug development had been exceptionally risky and had gone about as badly as possible. They had been trying to create something that created sexual excitement in women the way Viagara did for men. Many others had tried and failed in this area. Getting a woman's vaginal region wet enough for intercourse wasn't a problem. The tough part was creating the appropriate and complete physiological response in a female to prepare her for sex and orgasm. This involved stimulating mental activity to make her crave sex as much as men and reduce inhibitions. After three years of tedious and costly research, they had come up with various forms of "roofie" drugs which heavily affected consciousness but nothing that made the female subjects noticeably hornier. The final straw had been the theft of drugs from the laboratory. An intern named Rueben had witnessed an experimentation session on some volunteers who had essentially blacked out after taking the drug. Later that very day, after the lab had emptied, he had broken into the locked cabinet and stolen everything. Even before Tracy called the police station the next morning to report the theft, Rueben had been arrested for roofie-ing a girl and attempting to rape her. The security was ramped up at the lab immediately and the project terminated. Senior management had already been considering cutting the program anyway since there had been little progress. Shelly had been so emotionally invested in the project that she had secretly made copies of the research before the originals had been shredded. Once things cooled off, she started working on it again using a secluded storage room most of the time. Despite Tracy's direct order, Shelly couldn't get herself to throw all her work away. She was frustrated with her career, working on inconsequential projects like allergy medication. ViaHer was the thing that had been keeping her going and now there was nothing. She was thirty-three, much too old to still be stuck in essentially the same position as her second year after graduation. This drug could be her ticket to wealth and a worry-free life! As a single, career-oriented woman, she deserved a break of some sort. All her friends had gotten married- some even had kids! Maybe she could start her own pharmaceutical company and find some sort of redemption for herself. But how? She had no form of support behind her with regards to ViaHer. Forget about funding- she didn't even have a way of testing the drug on humans! The miserable thought gnawed at her all week and she felt ready to quit on Friday. She made up her mind that afternoon. She was going to try her luck and experiment with the drug- maybe a small dosage at first, about what she had been feeding the mice. She was probably a good candidate for it anyway. She didn't have much of a sex drive and her list of ex-boyfriends was only a couple names long. She regularly went months without sex or masturbation. Perhaps her disinterest in sex had led to failure in relationships. She wasn't unattractive by any means. Men admired her tall, slender figure all the time. Her bright red shoulder-length hair was a highlight which separated her from other women. On the rare occasion she went out to a club, she stood out on the dance floor and found herself surrounded by interested males. Shelly had never felt as nervous about walking through her front door as she did that day. She checked on her mice immediately and found no changes. All the females were pregnant. This was her third successful test group injected with the new drug and the female mice had been seeking sex at least twice a day. There had been some physiological changes but they could be easily explained by increased sexual activity. The mice were eating and drinking more, but not gaining weight. The higher calorie intake was offset by the energy spent during sex. Hesitantly, she measured out the dosage given to the mice and consumed it with a glass of water. She sat down to watch a movie, trying to get her mind off what she was doing. She noticed that her mouth had run dry just ten minutes into the movie. She jotted the observation as a possible side effect into her notebook before grabbing two bottled waters from the fridge. The movie ended without much excitement. She had to pee as a result of all the liquid intake, but there was no noticeable horniness. She went to bed disappointed, but promised herself she would increase the dosage and try again the next day. After completing her weekend chores, Shelly finally sat down to measure out the drug for herself. She decided to try five times the amount she was giving to the mice. it seemed like a drastic increase from yesterday, but she had really felt nothing at all so a moderate increase would probably not do very much for her. Even this dosage was barely appropriate for a small child, using weight as a comparable metric from mice to humans. Once again, Shelly's mouth ran dry and she started drinking water. However, there were much better results this time. After only ten minutes, her heartbeat increased and she felt a growing sexual excitement. She gently rubbed herself through her sweatpants as she watched Something about Mary. Five minutes later, she had grown hot enough to pull her pants off completely. She was grinding hard against her grey cotton panties while squeezing her breast with the other hand. She paused the movie and rushed to her bedroom. She frantically located her hardly-used vibrating dildo in the bottom drawer of her dresser and jumped on her bed. She climaxed in under a minute; it was easily the most intense orgasm of her life. She was shocked at her heavy breathing and sweating, uncontrollable horniness, and, most of all, the overwhelming pleasure she had just experienced. The drug had the potential to be incredible! She reached down to pull up her panties but realized they were absolutely drenched. Her sex toy lay in a damp spot between her legs and her pussy continued to ooze feminine wetness onto her bed. She got up to clean up and change into new underwear. She staggered to the washroom and her legs trembled as she stood in front of the mirror. Her face was still flushed red. She reached for a comb and straightened out her messy red hair. She still felt incredibly horny and felt that she could easily go for another orgasm with little difficulty. However, she was craving something more now. She wanted to have sex with a man. It was almost 4pm and it was a forty-five minute drive to the city. She could go to the bar and see if there was something interesting happening. If not, the clubs would be certainly be hopping on this summer Saturday night. She picked out her sexiest lingerie and threw on a dress. She looked in the mirror and immediately changed her mind. Her dress, and all others she owned for that matter, were too conservative. They all screamed out "nice mom" as opposed to "come fuck my brains out" attire all the young sluts wore nowadays. Luckily, she did have a pair of decade-old jeans which would really show off her curves- if she could fit into them. She barely got them over her ass and zipped up. The denim was faded and stretched in places, but hadn't torn yet. The jeans were not only super comfortable but appeared sexier than any of her new purchases too. She ran her hand over her ass and smiled to herself. Guys always stared at her when she wore tight jeans. A tight black Guns N' Roses shirt covered by a beige leather jacket completed her sexy outfit and she eagerly rushed out the door to hit the town. She just resisted the urge to masturbate again as she walked out. She felt her mouth running dry again so she grabbed a water bottle for the road. The slightly bumpy drive in her Ford Taurus almost made her cum behind the wheel. Her horniness somehow multiplied as time passed. She was sure she wouldn't be able to resist any sexual advance tonight, even if it came from a 70-year-old, 300 pound baldy. As Shelly entered the outskirts of Jefferson, she realized she needed to pee. All the water she had drunk since taking the medication was flowing into her bladder. Her tight waistband was making things even more uncomfortable, digging into her midsection. She reached the city's largest and most popular pub five minutes later, squirming in her seat. She shut off the car and scrambled out. Standing up so suddenly almost made her squirt. She gasped and clutched her crotch as she locked up. She half-jogged in her heels to door and desperately scanned the premises for the washrooms. Fortunately, the ladies room was a few metres away and she rushed into the first cubicle. She yanked her jeans and panties down and peed a hard stream into the toilet bowl. She had not needed to pee this badly for a long time. Even with all the water intake, it seemed as if her bladder had filled incredibly rapidly and completely. As she finished relieving herself, she made a mental note to monitor the diuretic effect of the drug. With her bladder emptied, Shelly's thoughts turned to sex once again and she began rubbing herself on the toilet. She enjoyed the sensation for about thirty seconds but the sound of the washroom door opening forced her to stop and pull her pants back up. It was ultimate torture to stop when she was so horny. Shelly left the washroom to analyze her prospects. Most of the tables were occupied by couples or large groups of friends- not many single guys at all. That said, the bartender was a handsome young man (no ring), about five years her junior. It was as good a place to start as any. She found a seat near the middle of the counter and smiled seductively at him. He acknowledged her and walked over. "You look like you're feeling better. What can I get you?" He asked confidently. Shelly blushed, realizing he must have seen her pee-pee dance a few minutes earlier. She glanced at his name tag. "I'll have a vodka martini, Dan. How are you tonight?" "Coming right up, miss. I'm doing alright- how are you?" He turned away to make her drink. Shelly decided to wait until he came back instead of yelling at him over the music and chatter of the pub. A minute later, he placed the drink in front of her with a wide smile. She giggled and held out her hand. "I'm Shelly. I just drove in from Helensville." "Long drive- guess that's why you went running straight to the ladies." He chuckled as he spoke and Shelly blushed again. All this talk about her personal matter was embarrassing her. Luckily, Dan turned away to answer to a call from the other end of the bar. A trio of barely-legal college girls walked in and waved for attention as well. Shelly felt a twinge of jealousy. If only she could be as youthful and pretty as them again. Dan began flirting with them as he mixed together their orders. Shelly gulped down the rest of her drink- partly to secure his attention again when she had a chance and partly because she wanted to get a buzz on and forget about slutty young girls. Dan looked over at her several minutes later and excused himself to serve her another drink. She quickly pushed conversation to try and retain his attention. "Thank you, Dan. Do you live around here?" "Yeah, Me and my girl live just on the other side of the hill you drove over. Born and raised in Jefferson. I've been working here for two years." Shelly immediately fell silent. He had a girlfriend! Dan seemed to sense her disappointment, but didn't walk away. Over the years he had learned how to handle interested patrons without compromising his happy long-term relationship. "Hey, I gotta check up on the other end of the bar. I'll fix one on the house for you when I get back." He smiled at Shelly before turning away. She forced herself to smile back, not wanting to look like a sore bitch. She chugged her drink again and looked around the bar hoping for eye contact, but there was nothing. Dan returned with the drink as promised five minutes later. They continued their conversation for a few more minutes. Shelly felt bad for her attitude change a few minutes ago. He really seemed like a nice guy. It didn't surprise her that he refused to take advantage of all the female attention he got at the bar to cheat on his girlfriend. Their chat was interrupted once again by the college girls wanting more drinks, but Dan had one more thing to say before he ran off. "Hey, my older bro is coming down for a couple of beers in about ten minutes. I'd love to introduce you to him." Shelly giggled and nodded in appreciation. "Sure Dan, I'd love that- thanks!" She was already feeling tipsy, sipping away her fourth drink. She hoped Dan's brother was as handsome and pleasant. She felt excited- she needed sex today. It was a completely foreign sensation to her. Just the thought of being penetrated was driving her wild. Dan's eyes lit up as the pub door opened again. He bolted over to the end of the bar to give his brother a high five. Shelly's pussy moistened just looking at him. He was about her age, with a tall, muscular frame. His jet black hair dangled down to his ears. His pearly white grin and hazelnut-brown eyes seemed capable of hypnotizing any woman he desired. Shelly noticed the college girls shoot dirty looks towards her as Dan led him down the bar to the seat beside her. He introduced him to her as Mike then quickly wandered away to serve the drinks he had been in the middle of preparing. Mike was as much a gentleman as he was a sight for sore eyes. He bought her drinks as they conversed for the next hour. Finally, he asked if she wanted to go dancing with him. Shelly immediately accepted the offer and he paid both tabs despite her protests. As Shelly dismounted from the bar stool, she realized that her bladder had filled again. There was now a line outside the ladies and she didn't want to make Mike wait. It was fine- she would go at the club. Mike offered to drive and she happily accepted. She was way too drunk to drive anyway. The ride was only ten minutes long but Shelly's bladder seemed to fill up at an alarming rate. She was almost certain that the drug sped up her kidneys. Both times today, she had gone from empty to full in under ninety minutes! Shelly got out of the truck carefully; she didn't want to make the same mistake as earlier especially with Mike there. There was a line-up of about ten people outside the club. Shelly hesitantly got in line trying not to think about how rapidly her bladder was filling. She danced lightly on the spot, trying to follow what Mike was saying. Conversation was becoming a real chore with her mind focussed on keeping her jeans dry. She wondered how long they would have to wait outside. Mike seemed to sense her distanced attitude and reduced his own chatter. Finally he asked, "Is everything okay?" Shelly bit her lip. "Yeah, I'm fine," she lied. They had been standing there for five minutes and the line hadn't moved. Her shifting was becoming more and more obvious. She really needed to GO! She could feel Mike eyeing her and wondered if he had guessed what was going on inside her body. Her question was answered two minutes later when the bouncer let four guys in the front of the line past him. "I'm sure we will be let in amongst the next group. Just hang on a little longer." Shelly burned red with humiliation. Mike knew she was on the verge of wetting herself! The benefit was that there was no need to hide her need anymore. She groaned softly and danced on the spot, squeezing her legs together and running her palms on her thighs, fighting the urge to grab her crotch. She wanted to believe Mike, but there were still six people in front of them- a couple in front of the bouncer and another quartet of guys after that. Five minutes passed by uneventfully and Shelly was in danger of wetting her jeans in the lineup. She frantically grabbed her crotch and hopped about in little circles. The guys in front of her were openly sniggering at her shameful pee dance. Mike was genuinely concerned, offering whispers of encouragement every thirty seconds. He asked her if she wanted to find somewhere else to pee, but everything around seemed to be closed already. She didn't feel comfortable squatting in an alley with Mike around. Still, it was a better alternative to soaking her faded blue, skin-tight jeans. Finally, Shelly could take no more. If she didn't get to a toilet soon, she would wet herself. She hobbled to the front of the line to plead with the bouncer. "P-please let me in. I really need to p-pee." People in the line-up howled with laughter as she danced helplessly in front of the bouncer, begging to be let in. Even the bouncer's stern face broke into a massive grin. "I'll let you in with the next group, lady. Hang tight for a minute." Shelly ignored the laughter around her as she made her way back to Mike with tears running down her face. She doubted she could even last another minute. Her pee was pushing against on her vagina. Wave after wave of desperation was being fought off by sheer will and her fingers pressing on her womanhood. To Shelly's surprise, the bouncer kept his promise. He moved aside to let the couple at the front through but halted the guys. He then gestured at her and Mike to come forward and enter the club. Naturally, the guys protested but the bouncer would have none of it. "I don't need a piss puddle out here in front- sorry boys." Shelly's face burned beet red as she walked in, seeking the toilet. She nearly screamed in despair as she saw a huge cue for the ladies room, but Mike quickly cupped one of his giant hands over her mouth. He stealthy guided her past the line to the gents room and pushed her in. A couple of guys at the sinks looked at the them in surprise, but then diverted their attention away in understanding. This poor lady was about to have a very embarrassing accident. Her boyfriend was just doing her a harmless little favour. The second cubicle was open. Shelly felt herself squirt as the toilet came into view. She gripped harder trying not to lose complete control. She could feel the hot wetness dampen the crotch of her panties. She came to the realization that there was no way to undo her jeans without releasing her grip. Behind her, Mike had shut the cubicle door and was watching her struggle on the spot as she helplessly eyed the toilet. "Want me to help you get your pants off?" he asked. Shelly couldn't speak; she turned to face him as she cried. He knelt over and gently parted her wrists so he could access the button at her waist. The pressure being exerted on her pussy subsided ever so gently but it was enough to cause a second squirt. Shelly's eyes widened in horror as the crotch region of her jeans darkened in front of Mike's eyes. He seemed to realize the complete implications of what was happening and he forgot all about being a gentleman. He hastily pushed his fingers between Shelly's hands and tried to pull the zipper down. Acting quickly was her only shot at peeing into the toilet and not in her jeans. The zipper got stuck and that was the final straw. Shelly's bladder pulsed hard inside her and she could deny it no longer. A perfectly divided stream flowed down her legs, wetting the insides and rear areas of her jeans. Mike froze in place and watched the surreal spectacle, unsure about what to do. Shelly's pee was pooling on the floor at her feet and, as a final surrender, she collapsed back onto the toilet seat and continued peeing full force through the denim cloth. A mixture of relief and humiliation over came her as she listened to her stream hitting the water below. She started crying full-on and covered her face with her wet hands. She couldn't even look at Mike- she was wetting herself like a little girl in front of him. As her bladder finished emptying and her stream slowed to a trickle, Shelly realized how much trouble she was in. She was sitting drunk in the men's room with soaked jeans, accompanied by a man she had just met. There was no way to get out of here without being seen and she had no car to drive home in. She was completely screwed. It was a fate worse than death. Mike came up and hugged her. She felt half an urge to push him away but it felt good to be held just the same. She was so embarrassed. This hunk had just seen her wet herself. A grown woman who had gone out for a few drinks had pissed her jeans! She cried even harder in his embrace. "Please stop crying, babe. It's okay..." She somehow reduced her howling down to a sob again. "W-what did I... What am I going to do?" "Relax- it's not a huge deal. Don't worry." He somehow had a soothing effect on her, despite the horrible situation. Also being so close to him and smelling him, feeling his muscular body against hers- it was making her horny all over again. She felt an intense desire to pleasure him, even in her vulnerable state. "D-do you think you could..." she hesitated, not knowing how to phrase her thoughts. "Yes, of course," he interjected, "I'll drive you back to your car right away... or straight to your place if you prefer." Shelly felt an incredible sense of gratitude towards him and she could hold back no longer. If he was disgusted by her, he would stop her. However, she was far too horny not to try. The warm wetness engulfing her ass and crotch was turning her on, not to mention the immense relief of finally letting go. Peeing her pants had somehow felt like a heavenly experience in itself. She undid his fly and reached in to pull out his penis. It was semi-erect already. She rubbed the head a few times to get it harder still before lowering her mouth onto it. She felt Mike's hand rest on the back of her skull and guide her motions- back and forth. He came in under two minutes and she dutifully swallowed his massive load. Mike looked down at her for a long moment. This time, she wasn't afraid to maintain eye contact. "Wow, thanks babe- that was amazing!" Shelly still didn't know what to say. She could hardly believed she had just done that after wetting her pants. Mike spoke again. "Let's get you out of here." They both zipped up and left the club, ignoring the stares of disbelief and howls of laughter. Mike drove her back to his place where she had the best sex of her life. The drug was, without a doubt, a huge success.
  14. There was this one video about a girl named Zoe inside a pyramid filming a documentary. The tour guide wouldn't let her pee so she wet her jeans. There is the short clip on youtube, but I remember a longer clip which built up her desperation. Thanks in advance if you have it and will share.
  15. Check this out- it's pretty hot Без названия.mp4