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Oh, sorry,” she said. She relaxed her grip. “Is that better?” She gave it a little rub, and I just gulped, and nodded ‘yes!’ A single mum who was bullied and ridiculed as a teenager for wetting herself in class now sells her wet underwear on OnlyFans. Candie Dixon has turned the thing she once hated about herself into an income that pays her bills and provides for her family. The weaker your pelvic floor the greater your risk of incontinence and the worse your sex life is likely to be. I’ve got this brilliant idea for her birthday. How do you fancy a wet and messy evening? I’m up for it – how about you?”

Anyway, Tania fixed us up to come round her place on Saturday night for a wet and messy evening. We didn’t have to do anything, just turn up and be the victims of whatever kind of practical jokes she had in mind for us. Shit, I got to pee! I'm totally desperate! Come, let's go down to the sea; no one would notice if I pee in the water!" There wasn’t any opportunity for stopping to sit on the ground for although it was high summer and warm it had rained earlier so everywhere outdoors was soaking wet, and in any case kids of our age didn’t shag. So very soon we found ourselves almost at her house. I walked her down the garden path to the huge, dark porch that covered the front door. As soon as we got there Pamela turned towards me and we immediately started kissing – for me, quite passionately. As we broke for air, Pamela whispered that although her parents seemed to have gone to bed she did not think she should invite me in as she had to go to work the next day – to a job she had only just started.At the house I was shown to my room, a different one from normal. It looked like a large box-room and had several extra items of furniture, including a big old dressing table. It was then that she started delving into modelling and sex work. "I realised that wetting yourself is actually quite a big niche in that world and I realised that this thing I was ashamed of could be turned into my own business. It was just an idea and I really didn't expect it to take off like it has." My best friend Tania just loves her fun. I’ve lost count of the number of times she’s pulled some practical joke or landed me or some of her other mates right in it. She pushed me and I went sprawling into the icy water and the mountain of slimy stuff that was floating on top of it. My clothes got well soaked and I was looking like a girl in a wet T-shirt contest! Why not? We can rinse our panties in the sea afterwards, and no one would know. I promise, it feels so nice to wet yourself. This wasn't my first time, you know! Don't you need to pee?"

We’ve got Sophie’s birthday coming up, haven’t we? She’s only going to be twenty-six so it’s not like it’s a special one but we can make it a special day for her, can’t we?”We all happily started stripping off. Soon we were all standing in her garden, freezing cold but happily starkers.

Right, your turn now, Tania,” I said, covered in soup myself but dead sure I wasn’t going to let her get off scot free. After three school changes, the bullying became so bad that she would skip out on classes and started getting bad grades despite being predicted to achieve highly. Eventually she went to university and started wearing nappies. "I was still called names and still had accidents," she said. "The only difference was that I had a bathroom pass so was never in that original situation again. My first ‘touching’ experience came a couple of years later, when I was about 15. I joined the local youth club which met on a Thursday evening. There was a bit of dancing, daft games and general nonsense. My eye was caught by a girl named Pamela, whom I knew vaguely just from being around in the village. She went to the local Girls’ Secondary Modern. She was not exactly glamorous-looking, but she had a very nice body. She was quite tall, plumpish and with big tits.

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Candie's illness is an incurable one and while she can take various treatments to help, there is no fix. Eventually her remaining kidney will fail and she will need to have a transplant and will then need to take tablets for the rest of her life. Anyhow, having got us to play strip darts down the local pub, we were all wondering what her latest brainwave would be. We didn’t have to wait long to find out! By the time her parents found out what was happening, the now mum-of-three had scars all over her bladder from infections and needed to have a kidney removed. She will be incontinent for the rest of her life but has finally found peace with wearing adult nappies and has found power in selling her underwear online. It was extremely embarrassing and I ran out. the teachers knew but I didn't tell anyone and it was kind of brushed off. Oh, Donna, you’re no fun sometimes!” she protested. “You know how my evenings are always a lot of fun. Help me out, will you?”

As a person ages their pelvic floor muscles naturally weaken, and women who have had kids are more likely to have weaker pelvic floors as a result of childbirth. But I'd still have days where my trousers were wet and people would be pointing and laughing at me even if nappies did really increase my confidence."When I was ten years old, I was staying with my parents at a hotel in Southern France, at the Mediterranium. As I was a very good swimmer, my parents left me at the beach every day, when they were out doing other things. One day I was lying on the sand, when I felt something shadow my eyes. I looked up and saw a girl, maybe a couple of years older than I, standing at my side. Anyway, we caught one to away a mile away from home and then walked the rest of the way. As you can imagine, I was desperate to go by the time I got off the bus and ran down an alley for a wee. She was clearly very distressed so I rushed over and helped her to her feet. I said, “Let’s get out of here”, and sure enough we were soon heading out in the darkness towards the lane, at the end of which she lived. I slipped my arm around her shoulder and she immediately responded by throwing her arm tightly round my waist, suggesting she fancied me. Cleaner Bridgette McDermott, 34, has three children aged 14, 12 and 13 months. They live with her partner in Coleville, Leicestershire