Request to Wetset...

[Vic]

Hi- I realize that this is your website to do with as you please, but I'd like to humbly request that the "Pic of the Day" be something OTHER that diaper photos! It seems like 3/4 of the "Pics" for the last couple of weeks have been diapers.
The whole diaper thing holds zero appeal for me- the only thing worse is the "adult baby" stuff, which I find genuinely, truly creepy. Yes, yes, I know, it's "role playing", everyone is over 18, etc.
I just figure that if I was running a website, I'd like to know what the site visitors like & don't like.
I come here to see adult women & couples doing watersports.
Once again, just an opinion & request.
Anyone else have an opinion?
Thanks for the site you provide- Vic

[PP1]

I'm a past subscriber to WetSet magazine (1999-2005) and ongoing visitor to the various wetting sites including the WetSet boards since before that.

Like Vic, I'm not aroused by diapers and adult babies. I do suppose, however, that WetSet chooses the picture of the day based on the relative number of purchases within the categories of material they produce.

As far as my request, I've always enjoyed stories about women wetting their clothing, especially jeans or trousers or panties. The older issues of WetSet are not available online. There were some very erotic stories in these issues. Is there any chance you could pick one each month and publish it on the "Full Length Story" forum?

[moosehead68]

I agree with the two posters above. Diapers do nothing for me either.

[Nikki]

When I have a little time, I'll type up a story from one of the older mags. I have no idea where any original prints of them will be, so may take me a while (not worlds fastest typer!)

Was there a story from a particular mag? Or just any one from the older issues?

Love Nikki

[Vic]

Oy- Diapers again...

Pic of the day- diapers again. Sigh.
I must be in the small minority who just doesn't like the "diaper thing".
Oh well- Vic

[Manchineel]

Yeah, I don't get the diaper thing. I prefer having sexual thoughts about adults... but to each their own, I suppose.

[Nikki]

Yeah, I don't get the diaper thing. I prefer having sexual thoughts about adults... but to each their own, I suppose.

That's pretty insulting Manchineel if your trying to say what I think your trying to say. Would you like to expand on how you 'prefer to have sexual thoughts about adults', and how this would be any different for a diaper lover?

[PP1]

Nikki: Returning to your kind offer to post somthing from the early issues of WetSet, almost any of the wetting stories would be great. There were a couple of stories about a pair of roommates named Carol and Alice, I think. Both were right down my alley. The second one is still at the top of my list of favorites even after all these years.

[Nikki]

Nikki: Returning to your kind offer to post somthing from the early issues of WetSet, almost any of the wetting stories would be great. There were a couple of stories about a pair of roommates named Carol and Alice, I think. Both were right down my alley. The second one is still at the top of my list of favorites even after all these years.

I'll have a dig through all the old issues and see if I can find it

[samkorg]

Hope it is alright for me to jump in here. I'd also love to see more of the stories - they are the best.
I think this might be one you were looking for?


Story - CAROL'S NEW FLATMATE

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Posted by Webmaster on July 25, 1997 at 13:49

Carol was extremely happy with her new flatmate, and congratulated herself
on having made such a good choice. She had had to share with some terrible
people before, but after the last few weeks she knew that this time
everything was going to work out just perfectly. In some ways she had
enjoyed the past year living on her own and liked not having to look out
for anyone else, but at the same time it was a little bit lonely.

Although she doesn't have a lot of friends, Carol is essentially a pretty
sociable person, and has always felt that with the right person sharing is
a much better way to live. She is about 5' 10" tall with long blond hair,
25 years old, and has a great figure. She is very much the independent
woman, with a responsible job in the city, and her own apartment which she
now shares with Alison. Surprisingly enough she doesn't have a boyfriend,
and any romances she has had have only lasted for a short time. It's not
that she doesn't like guys, it's more that guys find it a bit hard to get
to know her - maybe they find her a bit intimidating because of her job.

As a result of having to spend a lot of her spare time on her own or with
other girls, Carol has grown increasingly more into herself as far as sex
is concerned, and since Alison moved in she has discovered a whole new way
of thinking about sex, finding that Alison unintentionally awakened in her
desires that she had long since forgotten. She never thought of herself as
bi-sexual before, but now she just can't seem to keep her eyes off her
beautiful flatmate.

Alison is younger than Carol, nineteen in fact, and is still at university.
She is an extremely attractive looking girl and has a lot of friends.
Sometimes it's a bit exasperating sharing the flat with a younger girl, but
Carol likes the excitement that Alison has brought to the place. She has
never been all that good at socialising, and if Alison wasn't there, she
would probably have no visitors at all.

Carol found out soon after they started living together that Alison had a
few rather strange habits, probably better described as 'babyish' habits.
The first thing she noticed was one Saturday afternoon. She had spent the
afternoon reading and dozing in her room while she could faintly hear
Alison moving about in her own room and the rest of the flat. Needing a pee
she got up and went to the bathroom, and since the door was only partially
closed and therefore seemed free, she went straight in. She was surprised
to see Alison standing in the bath, and at first couldn't make out why she
had her hands covering her crotch as if through modesty when she was fully
clothed. Then she realised that Alison's shorts were all wet - not wet like
when you spill a drink, but a distinct wet stain spreading out from her
crotch.

The obvious answer was that Alison had wet her pants like a little girl,
but she didn't have to wait too long for an explanation.

'It's alright', Alison stuttered, obviously quite embarrassed, 'I've just
had a little accident and I thought I'd jump in the bath to avoid making a
mess.'

Carol noticed that the bath had a lot of pee in it but didn't say anything,
preferring instead to exit gracefully and wait for Alison out in the
hallway. There was a brief silence while both of them overcame their
embarrassment, but since they had become fairly close after moving in
together, it was soon broken.

'It's OK you know,' Carol reassured, 'I've seen wet pants before. I used to
wet mine a lot when I was little.'

'Yes, so did I', came the reply from inside, 'The only trouble is I still
do it sometimes and I'm not too little anymore.'

Carol continued to reassure her that an accident in your pants was no big
deal, but secretly she thought that Alison's explanation didn't quite add
up. Maybe it was the fact that there seemed to be so much pee in the bath
and none on the floor, or even in the hallway, and how come she hadn't seen
or heard Alison running into the bathroom when she had said that she
started to wet while she was in the kitchen. It didn't seem appropriate to
probe too deeply, but she sure was curious.

After rinsing out the bath Alison left her shorts and panties on the floor,
and ran out to her room, waving her hand towards the door to indicate that
the bathroom was free. As she sat on the toilet Carol couldn't take her
eyes off the wet stain on Alison's shorts, and couldn't help picturing her
standing there in the bath trying in vain to cover it up with her hands.
The look on her face reminded her of a little girl caught red handed doing
something she shouldn't. She smiled to herself when she realised just how
cute she had looked.

That night in bed Carol had the first of many fantasies about Alison while
one hand gently stroked her nipples and the other feverishly worked away at
her crotch. She thought of Alison's ass and her jeans stretched tightly
over it, and found herself picturing the crotch of her pants covered in
dark wet stains. She dreamt of running her hands over Alison's wet pants
and slowly undressing her while caressing her whole body. She felt somewhat
guilty about having such dirty thoughts, and couldn't quite work out why
the sight of Alison in wet pants had been such a turn on. Another part of
the turn on for Carol involved convincing herself that Alison's accident
was in fact no accident at all, and that she had got in bath to
deliberately wet herself.

The next incident came two weeks later. Carol and Alison had spent Sunday
afternoon together doing their washing, and taking it in turns to use the
clothes dryer they kept in one corner of the kitchen. Both girls had washed
their sheets along with all their other things. Carol left for work the
next morning before Alison was up, and was surprised to see her sheets
going around in the clothes dryer when she got home. It wouldn't have meant
anything if they hadn't made such an event of the washing just the previous
day.

Carol looked around the flat for Alison but to no avail. It wasn't unusual
for her to be out as she kept rather odd hours, often going to night
lectures when she missed the ones that were on earlier in the day. Now
Carol wasn't the devious type, but on passing Alison's room and seeing the
door slightly ajar her curiosity just seemed to overwhelm her. Just as she
expected Alison's bed was stripped down to the mattress, but what she
didn't expect was the plastic sheet that was covering it. Moving over to
take a closer look Carol sat down on one corner of the bed and smoothed her
hand over the clear plastic.

'It just couldn't be possible', she thought to herself, 'Her cute little
flatmate still wets her bed.'

Although a rather undignified thing to do, Carol bent down and put her nose
right on the plastic sheet. The smell of pee was apparent even from a foot
away, leaving her in no doubt as to why Alison's sheets were in the dryer.
She sat there on the bed for a few minutes picturing Alison lying there in
all her wetness, and tried to think if she had seen any other evidence
before of nighttime accidents. The more she thought about it the more she
remembered, until she realised that Alison was probably wetting the bed
several times a week!

Carol actually had a fair bit of knowledge about bedwetting, since she had
wet her own bed as a little girl right up to the age of twelve. She
understood the humiliation of being found in a wet bed, and also the
humiliation of having to wear nappies long after most children have
stopped. She too had had several accidents in her teens, but the thought of
Alison still doing it in her bed regularly at nineteen just took her breath
away. Alison was such a gorgeous and sexy looking girl it seemed incredible
she had the toilet training of a young child.

After these events Carol started to look out for any clues as to when
Alison wet herself. She not only looked for evidence of Alison washing her
sheets, but was also keen to know if there was ever a repeat performance of
her 'accident' in the bath. Whenever Carol was alone in the house she made
a habit of checking out Alison's room. Her respect for privacy had gone out
the window when she discovered just how turned on she was by all this.
Quite often while nosing around in Alison's room she found little bundles
of clothes, usually wrapped up in a towel and pushed under the bed, which
Alison had quite obviously wet. There was no doubt now that Alison not only
wet her bed, but was deliberately wetting herself while Carol was at work.

One morning in bed while she was thinking about Alison and masturbating
herself at the same time, Carol hit upon a wonderfully exciting plan. She
finished diddling herself, jumped out of bed, and went straight to the
kitchen and made two cups of coffee. Carol's plan was to establish a
routine of taking Alison a cup of coffee first thing in the morning. Carol
was always first up because she had to go to work, and Alison couldn't help
but interpret this as a friendly gesture to avoid her missing her early
lectures.

Her plan worked perfectly. Alison was delighted to be waited on every
morning, and no doubt thought that her secret was safely hidden under her
bedclothes. Carol didn't push her luck, and only stayed and sat on the end
of the bed if she thought Alison was awake and felt like a brief chat. She
didn't want it to seem like she was intruding. To Carol's expert eye there
was never any doubt as to when Alison had been a naughty girl. For one
thing she could often smell the wet bed, and if Alison was awake but not
too willing to talk, it was clear that she had something to hide.

On the weekends Carol stuck to the routine of bringing in the coffee,
although it was usually half way through the morning by the time she got
around to it. One Saturday morning after they had both been up late
drinking with some of Alison's friends, she thought that in the
circumstances Alison would especially appreciate a hot cup of coffee. After
a restless night Alison's bed was quite a mess, and she had completely
kicked off all her bed clothes. She was lying spread out on her back in her
cute little baby doll pajamas, her legs slightly apart and her arms above
her head as though she was posing for a magazine. Carol stood quietly in
the doorway for a while just admiring her young friend, when the
realization of what was happening nearly made her drop the cup. Quickly she
put it down, grabbed hold of the door for support, and glued her eyes to
her sexy friend stretched out on the bed.

Carol wrapped her leg around the door and pushed her crotch firmly against
it as the loud hissing sound started to fill the air. Alison's little pink
panties glistened in the faint light of the bedroom as the torrent of pee
flowed into them. Alison sighed softly and moved seductively on the bed as
she continued to wet in her pants like a baby. Carol had swapped the door
for her hand, which was now buried deeply between her legs. She masturbated
feverishly while watching the stain soak quickly through the sheets. Even
though she had done the same thing a thousand times herself as a little
girl, she had no idea that watching Alison wet the bed would be this
erotic.

Alison had finished wetting but was still fast asleep. Carol was on her
knees now fast approaching a wonderful orgasm. It had been the sexiest
thing she had ever seen. Knowing Alison had made her think of all her own
accidents as a child in a totally different light. Instead of trying to
block out any memory of them, she now consciously searched her memory for
as many glorious details as possible. She thought of wet beds and wet
nappies, of going to sleep as a twelve year old with thick plastic covered
nappies pinned tightly around her middle, and of doing it in her pants
during the day.

Just as she felt she was about to come she got up and raced into
bathroom and climbed into the bath. Reaching out with one hand she swung
the mirror around so that it was directly facing her, and with her hand up
her front gently touching her nipples, she stood perfectly still and
thought of Alison. She imagined it was Alison she was watching as she
stared intently at the growing wet stain spreading out from her own crotch.
The pee quickly soaked into the material at the top of her legs and
reaching the hem of her shorts formed hot little rivulets down both her
legs. Still wetting herself she slid her hand back down her pants and
resumed masturbating. The warmth of her wet clothing made the feeling so
much more intense, and before long she was experiencing one of the best
orgasms of her life, bending her knees slightly and crouching lower and
lower towards the puddle of pee as the orgasm overtook her.

Just as Alison had done, Carol rinsed out the bath and headed off to her
room, leaving damp footprints in the carpet as little lines of pee
continued to run down her legs. She stopped briefly at the door to Alison's
room to pick up the cup of coffee, and then on to her own room to get
cleaned up. She wondered what Alison's response would have been if she had
caught her kneeling in the doorway with her hand down her pants, and
decided it was just as well she hadn't woken up. She was thankful she
hadn't spoilt the chances of getting it on together at some time in the
future.

Unfortunately, while Carol was out doing the Saturday morning shopping,
which she liked to get out of the way as early as possible, Alison had got
up and left the flat. The note on the kitchen table explained that she
wouldn't be back until late on Sunday night. Carol found the irony of the
PS on the back of the note most entertaining - 'Can you please put my
sheets in the dryer when they are finished washing!'

The two girls didn't meet again until Monday evening. Carol was sitting in
the lounge room reading the newspaper, not thinking about much in
particular. Occasionally she would look over at Alison working in the
kitchen but generally she was just relaxing after a hard day at work. As
usual she couldn't help noticing Alison's gorgeous body as she moved about
the room, back and forwards across the doorway, and found it hard to
concentrate on reading her paper. Sometimes she felt as though Alison wore
her tight sexy clothes purely to tease her, but then she wasn't quite sure
just what went on in Alison's mind.

Carol felt a tingle of excitement through her whole body as she noticed
Alison occasionally crossing and uncrossing her legs, and pushing herself
up against the kitchen bench. Somehow she wanted to direct the conversation
around to wetting, so when Alison came and sat opposite and asked how her
day had been, she thought she might give it a try.

'Exhausting actually', Carol began, 'I'm dying for a pee but I'm too tired
to move.'

'Well if it's like that, I'm glad it's your furniture and not mine!' Alison
replied with a big smile on her face, possibly not sure if Carol would
realise she was joking.

'Look who's talking. I was thinking about getting all the furniture covered
in plastic after your little episode the other week.'

'Yes, well I'm sorry about that. These things can happen when you least
expect it. I'll try not to let it happen again.'

'Don't worry, I was only joking. In any case I told you at the time that it
used to happen to me quite a lot.'

'Yeh I remember you saying. What do you mean by a lot?'

It was really quite easy for Carol to steer the conversation the way she
wanted, and Alison's last question had left the field wide open. She was so
excited about the prospect of an in depth conversation about wetting that
she was finding it hard to keep her mouth from drying up. Not about to stop
now, she hesitated for a moment to think and then pressed on.

'It depends on how old I was, I guess. Up until I was about ten I suppose I
did it once every couple of months. It usually happened if I got an attack
of the giggles.'

'Yeh, that often! I was about the same. I used to get teased a lot but I
learned to live with that. The worst thing is I still do it sometimes.
Pretty bad huh?'

'I wouldn't worry about it. I remember a time when I was sixteen and I wet
my pants in the movies. That's a lot worse than doing it in the bath!'

For the next hour Carol and Alison swapped wetting stories. Both of them
had endless experiences to tell about, and as they went on they got more
and more recent, especially Alison's. They even talked about wetting the
bed, although Alison didn't quite go so far as to admit that she still did
it. After a while it became rather obvious that they both had a more than
average interest in pants wetting, and needless to say both were getting
very excited. After hearing about several of Carol's accidents, Alison was
not at all embarrassed to describe how she actually enjoyed the feeling of
pee soaking into her pants.

Spurred on by Alison's admission, Carol took the bull by the horns. 'You
know how you just said that wetting your pants sometimes feels really nice?
Well I was wondering if you had ever thought of doing some in your pants on
purpose?'

Carol was beside herself with excitement, and could feel herself getting
very hot and warm between her legs. She hoped that Alison couldn't see her
nipples poking excitedly through her T-shirt, or in some other way sense
that she was more turned on than she had ever been. In the silence that
followed her question, Carol sat quietly watching Alison's beautiful body
stretched out on the lounge in front of her. Everything about her was a
turn on - her hair in a ponytail, her sweet face, and her thighs which
disappeared into a pair of brief cutoff jeans. Alison seemed to take a long
time to answer the question, but it was certainly worth the wait.

'I'll show you something,' Alison said teasingly as she sat back on the
couch and partially opened her legs, 'I just did some then!'

Between her legs was a small wet patch, about two inches across. The
realization that Alison had been wetting right there on the couch was too
much for Carol.

'You naughty little girl! I suspected that you liked wetting your pants on
purpose. Maybe you should get in the bath if you're going to behave like
that.'

Alison just smiled sexily, and dared, 'Only if you come too!'

She got up off the couch and motioned for Carol to follow. As if in a daze
she walked behind her down the hallway, not moving her eyes from the little
wet patch on Alison's ass. Before she knew what was happening they were
standing in the bath facing each other, and looking into each others eyes.

'I have another little secret,' Alison started to whisper in a little girl
voice, 'I still wet my bed like a little baby. And not only that, I know
you know that I still wet my bed.'

Alison put her arms around Carol's waist and pulled her a little closer.
Their mouths were only inches apart, their breath mingling and warming
their faces. Carol made no effort to resist, as she wanted this girl more
than she had ever wanted anyone. She pressed herself even more firmly up
against Alison's body, and tingled as she felt their tits touching.

In an almost inaudible whisper, Alison continued what she had started to
say. 'That other morning. I know you watched me piss my bed. I did it on
purpose especially for you. I wanted you to see me be a naughty little
girl.'

As she spoke Alison relaxed her bladder. She pulled Carol tightly against
her, so that their crotches were rubbing together, and entwined one of her
legs around her. Their lips met as Alison's warm pee soaked through her own
pants, between Carol's legs, down both their thighs to puddle in the bath
around their feet. Before Alison had finished Carol began to wet as well.
Her hands were up Alison's T-shirt caressing her tits just as she felt the
warm flood pouring into her pants.

The feeling was heavenly. The most erotic moment of her life was now - here
with Alison - wetting her pants. She could feel Alison's hand between her
legs, rubbing her sex through her wet clothing. Carol explored her face
with her lips, kissing her gently all over, while at the same time
whispering in her ear.

'You can wet your pants any time you want. I'll change your nappies when
you wet the bed, and as long as you're with me you'll never have to use the
toilet again!'

Things would definitely be different from now on...

[PP1]

Thanks for taking us back to the early days of WetSet Magazine. In fact, this story might be from the first issue.

Although my reollection about the gals' names was a bit off, I'll never forget second episode, which involved them going to a shopping mall.

[mysteron]

In fact, this story might be from the first issue.

It is.

Damn shame the magazine finished. I bought every issue from the first one to the last one, and i still miss it for the Readers Letters and stories.
There was nothing like it. And there certainly isn't now.

[tgtgtaaaaaaaa]

Not to undermine your initial point, Vic, but the pic of the day is just a random image chosen by simple code in the website... Wet Set doesn't control what each image is every day.

[Vic]

Random?

Hey- I just wanted to say that today's "pic of the day" was GREAT! If I'm gonna fuss when things suck, then I need to compliment you at LEAST as much when things are good!
Wetset admin- Is it true that the "Pic of the Day" is randomly selected by computer, as the previous poster mentioned, or do you all make selections?
Just curious.
Thanks- Vic

[Fade222]

Smoking hot!

I've always loved reading watersports and messing stories from mags like Nugget, etc. But I never saved any of them. I've wanted to somehow find old mags like that, or at least the stories, but they seem to have all disappeared.

So that is why I was excited to learn that you were going to begin reposting some of the older Wetset stories and letters!

I just wanted to say thanks for taking the time to do that, and if you have access to more of the old stories/letters, it would be great if you'd be willing to post more of them. Do you think you could post some messing ones also?

Thanks again! I'm new to posting on the board, but I've been reading it for quite a few years.