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  1. Merry Christmas to all, and to all, a wonderful night!
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  2. So this is kind of straight to the point and there wasn't any prep or much story to my choices... I've been very busy these past few days and tonight I decided to help my mom with wrapping some last-minute gifts. I'm not the best at wrapping (I'm a gift bag and tissue type of person) so it took me a minute to get the hang of it. I felt the need to go to the bathroom, which I felt was a bit odd because I had just went about an hour prior and I only drank one bottle of water. I've been doing holds for the past few nights but haven't wet because I wasn't really in the mood, and my bladder has been pretty normal so I didn't expect there to be an urge to go so soon. After wrapping about 4 boxes, I bent down and I really started to feel the need to go and I actually leaked a bit in my underwear which was SUPER odd because I know I didn't drink that much. In a spur of the moment decision [like 98% of my wettings are], I grabbed a dirty towel out of my hamper, placed it on my carpet, and allowed my bladder to let go. In my opinion, it felt great buttttt I was barely holding much liquids for my bladder to be that needy. It might be shrinking at this point, I really don't know. video: IMG_5926.mp4
    4 points
  3. Here is a special holiday video from Alisha and HD Wetting just for the community here at Omorashi.org- omo_promo.mp4
    4 points
  4. I've only recently gotten a new laptop, and thus have been doing a lot of gaming recently (Especially TES V Skyrim). I was suuuper focused on completing one of the game's longer quests (finding the stones and crown of Barenziah, if anyone knows the game), and I put off going to the bathroom until it was almost too late (Well... more than almost). I had to run through my apartment, leaking a trail of pee drips until I tore off my clothes and peed. So yeah... gonna need to wash the shorts and pantyhose I'm wearing now..
    4 points
  5. There's a time and a place to hit on women, usually when they're receptive This, for many obvious reasons, is not one of those times.
    4 points
  6. I very like wet my panties so i always wear panties for wetting my pants!!
    4 points
  7. Merry Christmas!

    Merry Christmas!
    4 points
  8. Hi omorashi community ? I come to you with a few stories that I haven’t had the time to write simply because of my hectic work schedule. This is my first post, and I’m ready to start contributing to the community with stories of mine that have really stuck with me over time. I love reading stories like these and so I hope you do too! This one is dear to my heart, as it is the most extreme situation of desperation I saw from my girlfriend in college. And so, here it goes! I’ll give you a visual to start things off. Savannah is a cute girl, about 21 years old at the time. She was about 5’ 4” with nice b-cups and an ass to die for. Nice slim legs, but certainly not overly skinny. She had beautiful dark brown eyes and a very pretty face. We really had a good thing going for a while, but unfortunately the paths of our lives took very different routes. We were both very attracted to each other, and I have a lot of fond memories with her. Anyway, we were at a music festival about 2 hours from our home that actually ended up getting cancelled because of a crazy July thunderstorm. We were forced to evacuate from our campsite to our car parked in a lot about a mile away while the storm hit. We were hanging out, listening to music, and drinking some beers. Savannah probably had 4-5 beers in the 2 hours that we were sitting in the car. We were waiting for an announcement on whether we could return to our campsite, so we passed the time accordingly. When it got cancelled we headed up to the campsite to quickly pack our things before nightfall and get the heck out of there. After we packed, we got to the car and she started chugging water. She gets a little anxious when plans get really screwed like that, so drinking water always helped her to calm down. Right before we left she did proclaim a pretty urgent need to use the bathroom, so she squatted next to the car to relieve a very full bladder. Our friend in the car even gave her a concerned look at how forcefully she was peeing. “Woah, Savannah, hahah”. A wonderful site to see, but nothing like what was about to happen. Savannah has a pretty strong bladder. I’ve seen her hold a pretty significant amount of fluid for extended periods of time; and, while you could visibly see her bladder swell in her lower abdomen, she would typically hold it very well. As we left the festival we got caught up in some traffic leaving for about 30 minutes, and then were on our 2 hour journey home. About an hour in we discussed stopping for food, but three of us agreed that we should just head home. Savannah protested a bit, because unknown to me at the time she was developing a fuller bladder by the minute. We were listening to music, talking, and hanging out to pass the time. Slowly, she got quieter and quieter. By about an hour and a half into the journey I saw her do something interesting that I’ve only seen when someone is reaching the length of their tether. She started poking at the window and adjusting herself so that her cute bum was facing me. I hadn’t said anything at this point, but could tell she was getting a bit antsy. We crossed a bridge into our town and she sat up pretty straight with a flustered look on her face. She wasn’t shy about her needs, usually, but in this case she didn’t want to interrupt our trip, so she really tried to hang on for the entire ride. This was obviously becoming more and more difficult with each passing minute. She’d had around 4-5 beers and maybe a liter of water in the past 4 hours, and it had definitely not all processed through her at the time she peed before we left. She was staring pretty intently down the road with one hand rubbing her stomach when she finally announced to the car, “Guys I have to pee so fucking bad, please hurry it’s really getting uncomfortable.” No one really said anything, but our friend driving acknowledged it. Lucky for us there was a bit of construction coming off of the bridge into town. This typically delayed me about 10 minutes in the past. And being about 15 minutes from home at this point really put some strain on her, as she was so close to getting the relief that she needed. She knows that I have a bit of a fetish around this, which was maybe why she didn’t want to talk about it in the car and get me excited, but at this point I had to do some investigating of my own. I asked her how she was feeling when we were waiting in traffic and she looked at me with pretty wide eyes saying “I’d really like to get home soon. This is probably the worst I’ve ever had to go, and definitely the worst I’ve had to go in a car where I literally can’t do anything about it.” I mentioned that she could maybe use a spare bottle if she really thought she wouldn’t make it, but she kept a positive attitude and said “I’ll be able to hold on for a little bit longer.” The traffic hold up was taking a little longer than usual, so we’d been sitting for about 10 minutes with barely any movement. At this point, she was rocking back and forth a bit in her seat. She was wearing a tight short gray dress from the festival, and it was starting to ride up her legs with her added leg movement. Eventually, it rode up enough that I could see her pink panties between her legs. Her hand was on her stomach now and she was starting to look a little frantic, but not too frantic. More just very concerned. I was going CRAZY at this point in my head. You could only imagine what a fantasy situation I was sitting in. I did something I wouldn’t normally do, but being that we were in the back seat, I gestured to feel her abdomen. She kind of swatted my hand away, which is pretty unlike her, simply meaning that it was not a situation she wanted to be playful in. However, she eventually let me put my hand on her lower stomach and it felt very swollen. It kind of felt like the size of a grapefruit, maybe a little bigger, but boy was that thing pretty rock hard. She winced a little when I put my hand there and pretty much immediately pulled it away. The traffic situation improved slightly, about 15 minutes at this point sitting and about 2 hours and 15 minutes since she’d last peed after ingesting all of that beer and water. She definitely was not in a good situation and I was getting a bit concerned for her. There were some beads of sweat starting to form on her forehead, and she was looking a little flush in the face. We were close enough to home where I thought she could hang on for another 10 minutes or so, but she was looking worse and worse by the second. At this point, she was fanning her legs in and out at a pretty fast rate with both of her hands clenched like fists on the seat to each side of her. Her dress may as well have been a tank top at this point, since it was basically sitting at her hips. The traffic cop switched the sign from slow to STOP with us being the second car to get through construction. Savannah let out a quiet squeal, which caused the driver to look back at us. He kind of just went “woah, you ok?” She kind of looked at him with wide eyes and said “you better drive fast after we get through this or your back seat is completely done for.” No smile or sense of humor in that one. She was dead serious. She realistically had about 5 minutes left in her will to hold it, she would tell me later, but we still had about 10 minutes home if the driver really booked it. Once we got through the construction and got moving, she looked to be in a better state of mind, but certainly not happy by any means. It had been about 2 and a half hours of holding a steadily increasing amount of fluid. She was sweating to the point where I wiped some of it off of her forehead with a spare t-shirt I had to try to show some sympathy. She was kind of just staring at me while we were going through our town probably to distract herself. So, I leant in and gave her a kiss. She pushed into me a bit and made it a pretty lustful kiss and whispered that she really hoped I would enjoy this, as “I’m really not sure if I’m going to make it home”. She pulled away pretty quickly as I think she was getting too distracted to hold it, if you know what I mean. When she pulled away from the kiss, I looked down and saw her hand between her legs with white knuckles. Kind of leaning toward me with one butt cheek off the seat. I think this was her only option at this point. She asked me to grab some spare toilet paper we had in the back and a water bottle. I thought this would be the end, but I didn’t really think she’d end up using it. She sat back toward her end of the seat just clenching her vagina shut and tapping the roll of toilet paper on her knee. We had a few minutes left in the ride at this point, but were very close to home by most people’s standards. Could seem like hours for someone in her need. She had her eyes shut at this point, still tapping the toilet paper on her knee, and her chin to her chest. She was just about doing everything she could not to wet herself at that point. Then, she would sit up and spread out to maybe try to give her bladder some more room and move back into her closed off position. I put my arm on her back and she kind of snapped at me and told me to leave her alone. Certainly not in a good state of mind. About 2 hours and 40 minutes after she’d last peed, we finally arrived at my house. Our friends were parked in the driveway who had also come back with us from the festival. She kind of just rolled out of the car very slowly and stood outside of the car basically doubled over. She’d pulled her dress back down over her bum so as not to show off all of her goods (she was also wearing a thong, so didn’t want to really give everyone a show). She was kind of out of dignity at this point, waiting for me to get out of the car to unlock the door to my house. Kind of running on the spot, hand jammed between her legs, and doubled over. Toilet paper still in hand. I took my time getting out of the car, because I’m a jerk, and through clenched teeth she pushed out a muffled “Jason, come on LOOK AT ME. LETS GOOO.” She hobbled up to our doorstep right behind me when I heard a loud hiss. She kind of high pitched yelled “SHIT” and said “Hurry the F@#$ UP!!” Unfortunately for this beautiful brunette completely bursting and at the end of her tether, it was dark out and I was having some trouble unlocking the door. I looked back to check on her and she was in complete panic. She didn’t want to wet herself in front of all of our friends, and so the look on her face was priceless. Complete and utter concentration, no dignity, bent over with her ass almost hanging out of her dress, and her hand between her legs. Sheer panic. I was having a field day. I finally got the lock done and she ran into the house past me. This is the first time I saw her back side. She had leaked a little more than I thought as I could see some pee running down her leg. I think she was spurting pretty regularly or even possibly a full on stream at this point, but man I’ll never forget that sight. She basically sprinted into the bathroom without shutting the door. I heard her rustle her thong down and sit on the toilet with some force. She let out an exaggerated high pitched sigh. As I was walking towards the bathroom I heard an unbelievable amount of pee exploding from between her legs. When I saw her, she had her head back, sitting up straight, with her eyes closed as pee was erupting from out of her. I had this sight for about 20 seconds until our friends were walking up towards my door. So, I shut the bathroom door and gave her some privacy. She came out about a minute and a half later looking completely relieved. I’d never seen anybody as desperate as her before, and I wouldn’t necessarily want them to be. She later told me that it was getting painful to the point where she didn’t know if she’d have to go see a doctor afterwards. She actually said she regrets not having just peed outside the car right when we got home, as nearly peeing all over my kitchen floor wasn’t as good as going all over the driveway ? We joked and talked about this situation once in a while, and sometimes she’d bring it up while we had sex to really get things going. This is why I loved her, and it is one of the bigger regrets of my life that I couldn’t still be with her today. Either way, I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed experiencing it. This won’t be the last from me, and please let me know what you think in the comments or send me a message ? -no_way
    3 points
  9. Hi all, It has been a long long time since I have written something but felt in the mood to get back into it. Previously I wrote about my early experiences with omorashi and now I want to share some of my encounters as I got older. Let me know what you think. It might take me a while to write the next parts but I will get there eventually. Ella - Part 1 Ella and I had been talking to each other online for some time now. We knew each other from school and had bumped into each other at my work a few months ago. Ella had started visiting me at work every couple of weeks to say hi and I was pretty sure she liked me. We started talking online and messaging each other fairly regularly but neither of us had had the courage to say we liked each other yet. We were kind of in that pre-dating flirty phase. Having just turned 18, Ella was still living at home. She had been raised with a strict Christian upbringing and now she was 18 was starting to stretch the boundaries and discover life for herself. In one sense she was a little naive having such a sheltered upbringing, however with her newfound freedom she was also daring and willing to give almost anything a try. She had not had a serious boyfriend before which was surprising given her good looks. Her mother was Danish and Ella had inherited the long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes many would kill for, with a slender but not too skinny figure. It was hard not to be developing feelings for her. We would talk online 3-4 times a week now as well as having long text conversations. In the last couple of weeks our texting had turned to video chatting and the conversations were becoming more flirty. It was a Saturday night and I knew Ella was out with one of her friends at a party. She messaged me around 11.30pm saying "Still up?". Excited to hear from her I replied, "Sure am. Hows your night going?". My phone immediately began vibrating with a video call. "Hey you" she said with that irresistable charm that got me every time. "Hey yourself. Wow, you look amazing!". Ella was dressed with tight fitting blue jeans and a low cut white top that accentuated all of the right curves. I was still finding it hard to believe that she was messaging me on a Saturday night. "How was the party?", I asked. "Goood, Anna got pretty wasted though", referring to her best friend. She went on to tell me about Anna's antics and how they basically had to leave as Anna couldnt stand up. "You sound a little bit tipsy yourself miss" I replied. "Ummmm" she replied with a big grin on her face. Ella wasnt a big drinker, in fact until she turned 18 she had barely touched alcohol, so it tended to hit her pretty hard. "I'll take that as a yes." "Shhhh! Don't tell anyone. I'm much better than Anna." "I'm calling your dad right away", I quipped. "Nooooo, you wouldn't", "You're right, but imagine if I did!". Ella's dad was still very strict and probably part of the reason we hadn't progressed our relationship any further at this stage. He didn't approve of anything to do with boys or alcohol or anything that could lead to trouble, which would normally be understandable however he was over the top. The conversation went on for half an hour or so with nothing of substance, a bit of our usual flirting and the like. Given she was tipsy I was enjoying how frank and open she was being.She seemed a bit restless which I put down to the alcohol until she started wandering around her room not really doing anything. "Are you walking in circles?", I asked. "So what if I am?". She could be sassy at times and I loved it. "I dunno, just asking... you walk in any shape you want!". We kept chatting as she moved around her room. It soon became clear that she was bouncing up and down as she walked, and the omo part of my brain was kicking into overdrive thinking that she might need to pee. "Are you ok?", I asked sincerely. "Yea, why?" "Just you can't seem to keep still". "Oh, yea, that. I need to pee", she said sheepishly, almost blushing. My ears pricked up with excitement as my brain started to fast forward this situation and where it might go. "Well, why don't you go?", I asked. "If it was that simple I would have already mister!" "What do you mean?" "The bathrooms down the other end of the house by my parents bedroom and if I go I'll wake them up." "Looks like you don't have many options". "I can wait. If I wake them up I will have to stop talking to you." Did she really just say she could wait, as in she was willing to hold her pee to talk to me?"Aww aren't you cute. You'd rather talk to me than go to the bathroom?" "Well yeah of course silly. Plus if my dad gets up and smells I've been drinking he wont be happy". I was trying to come to terms with this unusual situation in my head. She was desperate to pee and yet would rather hold it so she could keep talking to me. The flirting had seemed to escalate tonight and with that comment there was little doubt in my mind that she liked me. "Ok so I get the talking to me bit but how are you going to disguise that you've been drinking?". "That's why I'm drinking water", she replied, holding up her water bottle. "Ohhh ok so you really need to pee and your solution is to keep drinking water? Good one Ella". She chuckled and then appeared to grab her crotch and said "shhh don't make me laugh! You don't want me to wet my pants". My heart began racing, did she just say what I think she did. "Now that would be a sight to behold! Then you will also have to explain to your parents the puddle on the floor." She chuckled again. "Shhh! It might happen if you're not careful." If only she knew that was exactly what I was dreaming about, and how badly she was winding me up right now. I must admit, for a moment I had to think about my next move and whether I should be the gentleman in this situation or should try and delve deeper. The gentleman won out and I offered to let her go. "Don't let me stop you, it looks like you need to go". I replied, silently beating myself up for squandering an opportunity. "But I want to talk to you", she said "I want to talk to you too but you should go to the bathroom. I'm gonna go." I replied. "No you're not, stay!" she demanded. She was making it hard to resist, I couldn't believe the situation I was currently in, I wasn't gonna argue! We talked for a couple more minutes, her desperation becoming more and more obvious. The jiggling was continuous now and I could tell she had one hand down near her crotch. "Hold on a minute", she said and put the phone down on her dresser. I had a full view of her now, her jeans appeared to be dry still. She was still bouncing up and down as she clumsily fidgeted with her belt and eventually got it off. "Ooooh take it off!", I said. She looked at me with a very cute pretend grumpy face and I worried I had overstepped the mark. "Sorry, just had to get rid of the belt" she said. I didn't need to ask why. We talked for another minute or so and she moved the phone down. I got a glimpse of her pants and could see she had sneakily also undone the top button of her jeans while I wasnt watching. "Are you sure you dont want me to go?" I asked again. "No!" she responded angrily. "I want to keep talking to you. Besides I don't want to wake my parents up and have to explain myself". "So what are you gonna do? Wet your pants instead?" I couldn't help myself to prompt her again. "Mmm maybe", she replied, shrugging her shoulders as if it was a legitimate option, not seeming to take any offence or be onto the fact that I was really interested in her predicament. "Well that's a good plan." I said sarcastically. "Have you wet your pants before?" I asked, but as soon as it came out I immediately wanted to take it back. Would she catch on that I was enjoying this? "Depends what you mean", she replied. "What do you mean it depends? I mean like had an accident before?" "Not since I was little. Well I've never fully wet myself, just a little bit." "A little bit?" "Yea like when you are desperate and you leak a bit". "Like now?", I joked. "Heheh yea," she giggled, "like that. It's happens to girls now and then okay", she said sheepishly. Had she just admitted that she had leaked? I couldn't be sure but knew if I pressed more I would start to sound creepy. "Haha ok, is this a regular thing that you wet your pants?", I said as if I was joking, wondering if I did just get more creepy. "I just need to know what I'm getting myself in for here if we're gonna hang out together", I said trying to cover my tracks somewhat. "Omg I don't wet my pants ok, just a small leak once in a while. Like once or twice a year maybe when I'm really desperate". Wow, I was definitely at full attention now. "Ok makes sense. Sorry this conversation probably isn't helping your predicament". "No, its not!". "Should i change the subject to waterfalls, running taps, what would you like to talk about? Rivers?", i said teasingly. "You're mean", she replied. "Let's talk about when we are gonna do something together". I was kind of taken aback, she wasn't usually so forward but I guessed the alcohol had helped. She sat down on her bed and put the phone on her dresser again facing her bed. She was now sitting on the bed with both hands in her crotch and a grimace on her face, awaiting my response. She finished off what was in her water bottle giving me some time to think. "Ummmm... How about we see a movie, next weekend?", I asked nervously. "Deal" she said. I couldn't believe it was that easy. We had been dancing around the subject for weeks. I was pretty sure I had a massive grin on my face but was also very distracted by the sight of this beauty in front of me absolutely desperate to pee. "I'm looking forward to it", I said sheepishly, not knowing what to say. She was openly holding herself now, one leg on the bed underneath her buried in her crotch, and she continued to bounce up and down. I was in heaven for various reasons. The girl of my dreams just agreed to go on a date and was currently on the phone to me absolutely bursting for a pee. What did I do to get so lucky! "Me too" She replied, gasping quietly and making sounds that told me she was getting very desperate. She paused and looked down at her jeans. I couldn't see anything but the quality wasn't great, and I had to wonder if she had leaked. "Do you want me to go now?" I asked. "Not really" she said. "How much longer can you hold on for?" I asked trying to keep a straight face. "Not long" she replied. Her answers had become short and sharp and I could tell she was right. She stood up off the bed again holding herself and dancing on the spot. "Then I should go" I said. "Awww" she said, sounding deflated but not really fighting it. "I'm not gonna be responsible for your first ever accident ok!" I said as if this was a perfectly normal line of conversation. I didnt know that this was to change in the future and I would ultimately witness Ella have an accident. "Haha you're so sweet" she said. "Talk to you tomorrow?" "Text me and let me know if your dad busts you", I said. "Ok. See ya." With that she hung up the phone. My head was spinning given we were now going on a date next weekend and from the blood rushing around my body. I couldnt help but touch myself and anxiously await a message from her. Three minutes later it came through... "Parents asleep, coast was clear" she said. I messaged back "So you made it ok?", trying to sound caring and not too eager. She replied "Yep disaster avoided, narrowly". That got me going... what did that mean I wondered. Had she leaked? I responded goodnight and left it at that, with a problem of my own to attend to. Morning came and another message from Ella: "Omg. So sorry for last night, v embarrassed.". I responded "Why embarrassed? We had a great chat and enjoyed every minute of it". Boy was that an understatement! Ella: "Phew, thought I might have been a bit inappropriate." Me: "Not at all, cant wait to talk tonight". We didn't discuss the previous night any further so I would have to leave the rest to my imagination. More adventures with Ella to come...
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  10. [Hello all! This piece of fiction was inspired by a picture I stumbled upon while browsing Scat Booru! Enjoy~ ;3] Trinity was a huge gamer. So much so that she often tosses her need to use the bathroom to the side. She always made it to the bathroom though, but it was always just on time. This time, however, she refused to get up. Trinity was sitting on the floor on her knees in front of the television, playing her video game intently. Trinity's need to use the bathroom was getting worse by each passing second as she denied to go. Her stomach rumbled violently, sending cramps to her bum. Trinity whinced each time a cramp hit her. Pretty soon, it would come out, whether she wanted it to or not. A few minutes later, her stomach rumbled yet again, the mess inside slowly getting closer to its exit. Trinity grimaced as a fart escaped from her rear uncontrollably. The smell from her flatulence spread throughout the air where she sat, making her wrinkle her nose a little. She pushed, releasing yet another smelly fart into the air, intensifying the smell of her gas. Her farts moved her closer to her messy fate. But Trinity still refused to get up to use the bathroom. "Ugh... It smells now.. But I can't get up! I want to keep playing!" Trinity protested. Her stomach rumbled again, as if in protest against her choice to keep playing, sending sharp cramps down to her bum as she whinced, another crackly fart erupting from her rear. Around twenty minutes later, her rear wouldn't stop cramping, her room now smelling of her farts. Trinity wanted to feel the relief she felt from her farts before, and pushed, releasing a slightly bubbly fart out into the air, the smell in her room beginning to worsen. She didn't care at this point, continuing to push her smelly fart out. Just then, her fart grew wetter and more bubbly, but Trinity continued pushing, wanting to get as much air out as she could. A sudden, muffled squish emanated from her rear as brown mush escaped with her fart. Trinity had just sharted. The seat of her panties now coated with brown mush. Still, trinity kept pushing out the nasty shart. She didn't care that she was sharting, she just wanted more relief. Sounds of runny farts continued to fill the room, the seat of her pants continuing to grow damper before she pushed once more, a loud squish sounding from her rear. No more air escaped as pure brown mush filled the seat of her panties, the slightly solid mush inside now inching out. Her mess inside slowly began sliding out, now poking out as it made it's escape. "Oh.. I think I'm going to have an accident..." Trinity told herself, despite already having an accident during her messy fart. But even though she partly knew the inevitable, she still refused to go use the bathroom. The poo poking out slid out even more, making it even more uncomfortable. "Ugh.. I can't hold it anymore.." Trinity said as she relaxed her bum. Without pushing, the mess began sliding out with a muffled crackle. Her brown-stained panties slowly began tenting out as the log of poo slowly met cotton, then pushing out further. A shameful crackle emanated from Trinity's rear as she slowly began pooping her pants. "Ugh.. I'm having an accident.." She told herself shamefully. The mess began piling up in itself in the seat of Trinity's panties, forming a growing bulge in her panties, the bulge starting to show on her denim shorts. Trinity just wanted the mess to end, so pushed, forcing a torrent of softer mush to rush out into the rear of her panties, a loud, muffled Crckrckrckrckle to sound throughout her bedroom. The bulge grew to enormous proportions before the erupting mess finally stopped escaping into her pants. Not before long, her room started to reek of her messy accident. Her green shorts started to stain in the rear. "Oh my god.. I just shit my pants..." She told herself shamefully. Even though Trinity had made a mess in her panties, she still refused to get up to clean herself. "I.. guess it's not to bad" She admitted to herself. Trinity spent the next 4 hours in her messy pants, playing her video game before she got up to go clean up. Trinity quite liked having that accident, afterall.
    3 points
  11. This is my first omorashi drawing. Suggestions are welcome! You can also tell me what do you want the next drawing to be! I was lazy and did not put shading, sorry
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  12. Thank you all, no I'm not dead. Just taking a brief vacation and with some help from my amazingly talented girlfriend. With a very special thanks to the incomparable Tsukuyomi “It’s ridiculous. You’re trained soldiers. I won’t have my squad being treated like toddlers!” Emelie began with an irritated tone. It was clear the change in dress code bothered her as much or more than it did Dianna. The four remained silent as Emelie continued. “I don’t want any of you following this new ‘dress code’ until I talk to whoever wrote this absurd addendum…” she said harshly. “Am I clear?” Emelie questioned. Drake shrugged, knowing it in no way affected him. Dianna saluted emphatically. “Yes Ma’am.” Taarna and Fiona looked a little more hesitant; Fiona knowing that such changes would have come from far above Emelie. Still…to disobey her direct superior... Taarna simply nodded, offering a curt salute. Fiona finally relented after an awkward silence, falling in line with her other squadmates. “Yes ma’am...” Fiona said begrudgingly even as she could feel a faint dampness between her thighs. She couldn’t keep silent though… “But Emelie...” she said with a frown. “It’s a medical condition… it’s not that they’re trying to treat us like… toddlers.” she said, blushing as the words escaped her lips. “It’s just accepting another piece of… equipment.” she protested. Emelie’s sharp gaze fell on Fiona. The angry, raven-haired woman loomed over her. “That’s enough Fiona.” she said. “But...” Fiona tried again before Emelie slammed her fist on the table. “I said that’s enough!” she snapped. There was a nearly inaudible pssst from the redhead as a spurt of urine dampened her panties, seeping through her pants and leaving a small wet splotch. She wasn’t the only one; Dianna straightened up in surprise, Emelie’s outburst rousing her from distractedly surfing the net on her implants. A warm gush dampened her seat as the urine trickled into her panties, rolling down the gusset. ~~ “You’re all dismissed. Get your gear from requisitions and be ready. We shouldn’t need it, but…best to make a show of force to let them know we’re not fucking around.” Emelie said, waving her hand dismissively. She felt a pang of guilt watching Fiona slowly stand, having been harshly rebuked. “Fi, could you stay behind for a minute?” she asked, letting the other’s file out. Fiona bit her lip, expecting another tongue lashing from her leader. However…she was pleasantly surprised when instead she was met with an apology. As soon as the door shut behind Dianna and Drake, who had already begun squabbling, Emelie sighed. “I’m sorry Fiona, I was unnecessarily harsh with you during the meeting. I’ve just had a lot on my mind lately.” She brushed her hair from her face with one hand as she reached into her desk drawer to pull out a bottle of her favorite Victory gin. Offering it to Fiona, who politely refused, she took a drink straight from the bottle. “I feel like everything I’ve worked for, fought for… it’s all just going up in smoke around me… around you… around all of us, and it’s driving me nuts.” Emelie said, stashing the bottle back in the drawer. “I’ve been losing my temper lately, getting provoked by the smallest things. I can’t fucking stop pissing my sheets!” she hissed in irritation. “I’m a grown woman! I just… I...” she sighed again, slumping back in her chair and staring up at the ceiling. “How will any of them take me seriously if I have piss running down my legs, or worse, those humiliatingly childish garments around my hips.” she said with disdain. ~~ “Well, from the research I’ve done, the only way for manufacturers to meet the sudden demand for such products was to scale up their infant lines, in a manner of speaking. It may be embarrassing, but… it’s not because they want to… humiliate us.” Fiona explained rationally. “Think about it… how many women live in Sanam city? All of them suddenly needing some degree of protection?” the redhead said, making sure to use the less embarrassing euphemism. Emelie pursed her lips thinking it over. “I suppose that does make sense...” she admitted. “Furthermore, plain designs are coming… I’ve even seen that they have black ones available… but those are always out of stock.” Fiona said with a frown; clearly those were the ones she desired. Emelie perked up at the thought. Black ones...perhaps those wouldn’t look so obvious… wouldn’t be so embarrassing. The thought of wearing them still turned her stomach, but those didn’t sound as bad… The two sat in pensive silence for a few moments longer, Emelie thinking about what she’d said, and Fiona hoping she had somewhat swayed her boss. “It’ll be alright, Emelie...” Fiona spoke. Her words didn’t carry the confidence she’d hoped. Emelie just frowned and nodded. “I suppose it might be…we’ll see.” she said, thinking about the little fact-finding group the Wraith had invited her to. If she could get some answers, then just maybe… “That’ll be all for now Fi, I’ll see you after you get outfitted.” Emelie said, dismissing her subordinate. ~~ Finally, she was left with a moment’s peace in her empty office. Leaning back in her chair Emelie sighed and turned to look out the large glass window, losing herself in her thoughts. After contemplating what she and Fiona had spoken about she approached one of walls. A large panel slid open and retracted into the wall as her light combat outfit was presented. The large glass window dimmed, turning opaque and giving her privacy to change. Slowly she undressed down to her underclothes, meticulously hanging her suit up and leaving her side holster on a notch cut into the tray holding her outfit. Standard issue PrivSec light combat duty uniform. She ran her fingers over the leathery material of the suit. The fine synthetic fiber was cut resistant, inert to most caustic liquids, surprisingly flexible, and (fortunately for the wearer), breathable. A bra and panties weren’t exactly necessary underneath, but most people chose to wear them out of habit. She pulled the suit from it’s resting spot, the fabric parting for her tracing finger. The natural zipper was quite the design enhancement over the traditional metal. Stepping into the suit one foot at a time, she worked it up her long muscular legs. Pulling it past her hips, she finally got it up and over her shoulders, sliding her arms through each hole. The fabric had a faintly rigid quality to it, and once she was wearing it the open back slowly sealed itself again. It was ironic that an outfit designed for combat hugged her curves in such an erotic way. She fastened a belt around her waist, adding a few utility pouches to her hips. ~~ Looking at herself in the mirror she winked and pointed, dropping her thumb like it was the hammer on an old-time revolver. Amidst the leathery mass of black, gray, and white material she looked rather imposing. Following the suit came a pair of long matching boots with two light armor plates covering the shin and knee. Pulling on each boot one at a time she caught another glimpse of herself in the mirror. Bent over she admired her posterior for a moment before thinking in embarrassment about how obvious one of those damned diapers would look in the combat uniform. A pair of gloves followed the boots, with a segmented armored plate that ran along the back of her fingers to her knuckles. Emelie rocked her head back and forth considering her options. It was likely this was going to be an in-and-out operation but…on the off chance things did go south… “Better safe than sorry.” the agent thought aloud. Running her fingers along the various plates she paused on a large molded piece pulling it away from it’s magnetic mount and affixing the breastplate to her chest. It clicked into place, magnetically locking. A few more pieces of gear and she was ready: wrist-mounted holo projector synced to her implants, some spare magazines for her sidearm, company credit chips, and lastly, a high-powered laser cutter that attached to her forearm. ~~ Now it was back to requisitions. Having returned both rifles from the scouting mission the day prior in good shape, she was hoping for a pleasant interaction with Josephine. For once. As soon as she approached the quartermaster, the look on the brunette’s face told her that this hope was misplaced. “Blackstar...” she groaned. Emelie frowned; this was the one person she did her best not to antagonize, since without her approval she didn’t get the toys she wanted. “About those scout rifles you checked out yesterday...” she began. “What about them?” Emelie asked. “One of them looks like it was ground down by a belt sander.” she scolded, pressing the bridge of her glasses back up as they slid down her nose. “Err…well, on our way back to the office we were ambushed by some two-bit bangers, and it kind of got dragged against the freeway… but only for a second. Honestly, you should be happy Fiona kept hold of it!” Emelie said defensively. Josephine sighed, entirely too used to Emelie’s “tactics” for her liking. “Fine. I’m assuming you’re here for your protection requisition...?” she said, flicking through the records projected over her desk before cocking an eyebrow. “A D rating, hmm?” Emelie flushed and shook her head. “Th...that’s not what I’m here for and...damnit, I am not a D rating!” she shouted. “Would you please just take them? You think you’re the only one who doesn’t want to be wearing these?” She hoisted the large pack of Huggies Colossus onto the counter, shoving it towards the beleaguered agent. ~~ Emelie balked at the picture on the packaging. She’d just lectured her squad about not wearing them, and here she was getting...these foisted upon her. “I’m not taking them.” Emelie said angrily. “Well, unfortunately, taking them is a precondition for any other requisition authorizations.” she said, eyes closed in exasperation. The corner of Emelie’s mouth twitched with irritation, and after ten agonizing seconds she grabbed the package off the window. “Fine, but I’m not wearing these damn things.” she said. The quartermaster shrugged. “I just give them out.” “Anyway. You’re here to turn more of my equipment into a tax write off, I assume?” Emelie ignored the quip, blushing brightly; even holding the damn pack was humiliating enough. “Ascarii A-10 combat rifle with three extended magazines; API ammunition. I’ve been authorized for fast air support, so give me a drone too. We’re meeting with Division Ruin, there’s potential for hostile engagement; priority B” Emelie said quickly. “Done, drone 737 is yours for the day. Try not to shoot it down this time. She said, wheeling her chair away from the window. While Josephine was finding her the rifle she requested, Emelie was busy connecting to the drone. It was a standard PrivSec Sirocco-class, armed with a cache of 6 air to ground missiles and a 20mm Gatling cannon. “Electric Eye is online”, 737 intoned as the video uplink stabilized. “Hey. Earth to Blackstar. You still want this?” a familiar voice pulled her out of her sync. “Thanks.” she said, grabbing the rifle and testing the operation, yanking the charge handle back a few times making sure it cycled smoothly. Each spare magazine clipped to the armor plate covering her chest. “Oh… and if you wouldn’t mind. Explosives, two HE and two EMP. Please and thank you.” she said as she synced the weapon to her implants, ammunition and heat readouts dancing across her vision. ~~ Josephine sighed and grumbled something inaudible before stepping away again to retrieve the grenades Emelie requested. She returned almost immediately with four small metallic cylinders; two had a red strip around them and the remaining two had a blue strip. Grabbing the four explosive devices, Emelie attached them to her belt. “Try to bring them back in one piece, please…Oh, you can keep the diapers though.” she said, giggling to herself as Emelie practically ran back to her office. A small mercy no one saw her carrying the embarrassing parcel back to her office. With that indignity taken care of, a large armored SUV waited for them in the parking lot. The team had assembled, all wearing identical combat suits with accessories customized to meet their own particular needs. The twins both carried Noble M600 marksmen rifles; each with it's own built in spotting drone. Fiona carried the same weapon Emelie did, the Ascarii A-10 combat rifle, each fully integrated with their implant networks. Taarna was the odd one out, with only a personal defense weapon. As the team slicer, she operated more from a position of combat support. With everyone outfitted for the worst case scenario Emelie waved her finger in a circle and pointed at the truck. "Let's get going." The late morning traffic sprawled out before them and the drive to DR headquarters. An executive level gang like Division Ruin operated more like a business than the typical street level thugs. An idle thought drifted through Emelie’s mind: “At what point do they stop being a gang and start being a corporation?” ~~ Towers of concrete and steel lined the drive until they made their way out of downtown... well, one of the many 'downtowns'. It was mostly quiet, Drake made small talk with Taarna, ignoring the few jabs and teasing remarks from Dianna. Emelie napped on and off throughout the drive and Fiona reviewed details of the mission until her eyes grew heavy and she dozed off, her head leaning against the window. Emelie drifted off, an odd dream filling the void of time. A younger, late teenaged Emelie found herself walking towards the bathroom, squeezing her thighs together and pausing every few moments. She wasn't wearing any pants. One of those thick diapers was wrapped tightly around her hips instead. “Look at her, she's potty training so early." a soft feminine voice said. "I know. Only eighteen and already making it to the toilet...for the most part." Her father spoke with a faint ethereal quality to his voice. The faintly twisted take on everyday life seemed perfectly normal. Emelie whirled around to face her parents, huffing indignantly. "You guys don't have to watch me! I can go to the bathroom myself!" she said, before quickly turning back around. Both her parents chuckled "Dear, we're just excited not to have to change your diapers anymore." they teased with a good natured tone. "I can... I can do that myself too I... ohhh... fuck." she froze, groaning. Suddenly the urge had taken her by surprise and a faint warmth was pooling between her legs. "Nooooo" she moaned quietly, jammed a hand against her puffy crotch as a damp discoloration rapidly spread across the once pristine garment. "Well... maybe not quite yet. You'll get there Em." her father said encouragingly. The warmth, she could get lost in the warmth... the warmth... shit... ~~ Her eyes shot open and she pressed her thighs together, straining as hard as she could. What had been a full bladder evacuation in her dream was fortunately just a trickle dribbling into her underpants. Had she not woken up so soon it would have been a disaster! Emelie slumped back in the leather seat and rubbed her face with one hand, the other checking the crotch of her combat suit. Through her gloves she couldn't tell if it was wet, but... a small, barely noticeable discoloration was evident...No more sleeping on the job, she scolded herself; it was too risky. Fortunately, the three behind them were still chatting and Fiona was still asleep. Gently, Emelie shook Fi awake. It was nearly time. "Everyone, let's sync up." she barked. Each of the operatives nodded, giving her their attention. Each of their implant networks linked together, blanketing their vision with biometric readouts. "Good, you're all online. We should be approaching the DR building shortly. This should go off without a hitch, but... if things go south we have a drone in the air. Drake and Dianna, you'll cover our entry and exit. Fi, Taarna, and myself will go inside to discuss terms. Good vantage points available?" she asked, turning to look over the seat behind her. The twins both nodded in unison. "Yeah, we can watch the front of the building from the roof of a condo complex. It's about half the height of the DR building and right across the street. In fact, it's up here on the right." Drake said, leaning forward, pointing through the windshield. "We brought pulleys, so we'll scale the side and be in position in less than five," he said as the car came to a stop. The rear door opened and he stepped out along with his sister in tow. Emelie could hear the whir of a pair of cable hooks being fired up to the rooftop as the door shut. ~~ The lumbering SUV pulled forward driving further before turning into a large driveway and approaching the large building. It wasn't the size of the PrivSec building, but nonetheless it was impressive. At one point it probably belonged to some corp before DR either bought the building from them or just ran them out by force. Flashing her credentials at the gate the fence slowly opened, and into the maw of gang territory they went. Gangs and security corporations didn't have the best of relationships, but with a group like DR at least there was a modicum of mutual respect. The three disembarked, leaving the armored truck parked in front. "Boss, I've got eyes on you. I'm in position. Drake's just about there." Dianna said. Emelie nodded silently, feeling a bit safer knowing she was being watched by her team. With their implant link their positions would be super imposed on each other’s vision, even without direct line of sight. Just one of the many handy features available to the team. Drake pulled a shimmering blanket up over his back as he lay on his stomach on the other corner of the rooftop before pressing a button on the side of the rifle. A small drone detached from the scope, floating into the air above him. The shimmering blanket shifted colors matching the texture of the roof and blocking his heat signature. "We're snuggled in our blankets, tracking your position now.", Drakes voice came through their cochlear enhancements. ~~ "Welcome to Division Ruin ladies. The boss is expecting you." a tall muscular woman spoke up flanked on both sides by two heavily augmented men. All three of them wore suits not unlike what Emelie and her team would have worn if they were back in HQ. Though... one of the men with bulky cybernetic arms wore his suit without sleeves; his burnished steel appendages hissed quietly when he opened the door for the three of them. Emelie only wondered what sort of grisly accident had taken the man's arms. She couldn't imagine anyone would replace their natural arms by choice... There was no other way to put it, this woman was ripped. She was definitely augmented even if she only showed minimal signs of enhancement. "Try not to piss those three off Boss. They're packing some serious hardware." Drakes voice came in through the shared comms. "That's Bridgette, DR chief of security and her two personal enforcers." Dianna added. Emelie, Fi and Taarna entered the building. Taarna was hard at work as they entered, handling the sudden barrage of probes and wireless attacks testing their security. "Chief of security hmm...must be an exciting position." Emelie said, making small talk as the six entered an elevator. The short haired, rather butch woman smiled coyly. "Yeah, its got its fair share of excitement." she said with a chuckle. "Pinky and Perky here do a pretty good job of keeping things in check." The two men smirked. Emelie, Fi and Taarna weren't so easily intimidated. Or... at least that's what they thought. Taarna felt a small gush of warmth dampen the groin of her suit. "But compared to a PrivSec agent it's probably not that exciting." she said. "A surprising amount of paperwork." Emelie joked before a ding announced their destination. "Mr. Walker's floor." Bridgette announced as the door's opened for them. ~~ A hallway spread out in each direction, bare but for a pair of varnished doors, entwined with a script reading: R. Walker. Bridgette wasted no time outside the office. The pleasant if not slightly combative dialogue that had been shared between the two women vanished as she opened the door for them. "Mr. Walker will see you now," she said professionally. Inside the sprawling office were modern furnishings that incorporated surprisingly rustic elements, like what appeared to be real wood. At the far end of the cavernous space a large desk laden with holo-projectors took residence, and behind that a leather lounge chair. It was an obvious power move; Walker sitting with his back to the entrance as they approached. The trio slowly approached, Drake's voice piped up through their link. "We've got you approaching the west wall second to top floor." he said casually. Outside the twins lay in almost perfect stillness underneath their camouflage blankets, watching for any signs of anything unusual. The chair turned to face the agents, and an imposing, bespectacled man stood to meet them. Fake, of course, Emelie noted. Likely more tech in those glasses than in some of her subordinates. His dark hair belied his years; only a faint streak of grey any indication of his true age. A cigar smoldered freely between his lips. He took another puff before setting it down on his desk. Emelie’s jaw nearly dropped; a real cigar, Cuban, at that! Did he send an expedition to the bottom of the sea to find those?...Emelie wondered idly. He must have been every bit as rich as some of the PrivSec executives...maybe even richer. "You must be Ms. Blackstar,". He spoke with a voice like crystallized silver, faintly accented, with just a hint of gravel in his tone. Something about him... he was strangely attractive despite being at least fifteen years her senior. Emelie extended her hand to meet his own as they shook firmly. ~~(edited) "This is Fiona, my second, and Taarna." Emelie said, gesturing to the two women who flanked her sides. He raised his eyebrow ever so slightly and cracked a warm smile. "The pleasure is all mine." he said with a cordial smile. Fiona blushed faintly. All the while Emelie was attempting to read his facial expression, with little success. Likely he'd been trained or had implants to keep his expression relatively neutral. "You are here to remove one of my own," he said as he moved back to his seat. Emelie nodded, stepping forward, setting a data chip on his desk for him to review. "I think the evidence speaks for itself." she said, folding her arms over her chest. Walker took the chip, eyeing it suspiciously. Inserting it into a recessed slot, he waited a moment before the chip was ejected and his suspicions seemed to ease. "Just a heuristic scan, one cannot be too careful." he noted. Emelie nodded in agreement. Inserting the chip into another slot he waved his hand over the holo-projector and a slew of files were projected into the air. Slowly, he lowered himself back into his chair, steepling his fingers. Occasionally he would flick his hand to move to another file. It took all of a minute for him to peruse what he wanted. The floating images faded and he turned his attention to Bridgette. "Bring him in." the chief nodded and put a finger to her ear. "Just a minute, sir." Bridgette said. Walker seemed content with what he had seen. "Where are my manners. May I get you a drink?" he asked, pouring himself a glass of amber liquid from an elegant crystal decanter on his desk. Emelie smiled demurely at him; it never hurt to befriend someone as powerful as Walker. ~~ "Please and thank you," the raven haired woman said with a smile. "Fiona? Taarna?" he asked, pouring a glass for Emelie. The redhead shook her head politely, uncomfortable with drinking on an assignment; Taarna simply responded with a courteous, "No thank you." He nodded, handing the glass to Emelie who gave it a cautious sip. Whiskey, single malt, and smooth... "I must thank you for bringing this to my attention before it spiraled out of control. Division Ruin is not in the business of common thuggery." he said, swirling his glass. “That kind of activity tends to draw...” He took a measured sip, contentment spreading across his face. "...Unwanted attention.” He cracked an unpleasant smile. The door opened. In came the two enforcers with the man responsible for the mess. He looked as though he was about to be sick. Walker set down his tumbler; oddly gingerly, Emelie noted. "Good to see you, James. Can I offer you a drink?" A raised eyebrow from Fiona as the shaking ganger looked up, perplexed. “No? Well, that’s alright.” He chuckled, standing back up and approaching the younger man. "Fuck..." James muttered under his breath. "Look, she's just some ultralux skank. I didn't hurt her, she doesn't even know about the ransom!" he blurted out in desperation. ~~ A pause. A hidden drawer in the desk slid open without a sound, and Walker languidly drew forth a long-barreled pistol. Emelie's implants came back with nothing about the firearm. "This fine piece," Walker began, “is an 1851 Colt Navy Revolver. A genuine slice of history.” Taarna bit her lip. The network activity in the room had completely died out. The team watched, a sinking feeling in their collective stomachs. "Boss, come on... it's not like that." James said, a quaver of fear in his voice. Emelie watched, transfixed. “It fires a .36 caliber lead ball weighing 80 grains at a velocity of 1,000 feet per second,” Walker continued. Fiona turned away, hearing the metallic click of a hammer being drawn. “With today’s firearms technology, you might not understand why I keep this old thing around,” he mused, leveling the muzzle directly at Jame’s head. "Fourth floor, office 27!" James nearly shouted, seeing how dire the situation really was. "But, when you get to be my age, well, you’ll learn to appreciate that kind of sentimentality," Walker pressed the barrel directly into James’ sweat-soaked forehead. A wave of nausea made Emelie’s vision swim. “You always were a disappointment of a son.” A single shot echoed in the room followed by the hollow thump of a body following to the ground. Taarna flinched, recoiling from the noise and clenching her fists as she felt a warmth starting to creep down her thigh. Emelie swallowed hard, barely keeping down the bile that had risen in her throat. Fiona had covered her mouth with her hands, turned firmly away from the grisly execution, and when Emelie glanced at their slicer she could see her inner thigh was damp with what could only be urine... ~~ "Bridgette, show Ms. Blackstar and her associates to the office in question, won’t you?” Walker drawled, placing the still-smoking revolver gently back into it’s drawer. “Oh, and thank you again, Emelie." he said, offering her an avuncular smile as he walked past. The agent in question stood stock still. For the first time in many years, Emelie Blackstar was truly terrified. "This way, please." Bridgette said, giving one last glance at the slumped body, snapping her fingers at one of her enforcers. The large man that still had his natural arms (or at least looked like he did), nodded with a grunt and moved towards the lifeless man. The meeting concluded with a stark suddenness and the trio was ushered out of the office by the security chief. It was a subdued ride down to the floor, the playful banter previously shared between the two women all but absent. A short walk towards the south end of the building brought them to office 27. Bridgette unlocked the door through her implant and pushed it open, revealing the sprawling office. Rumbling bass immediately rushed out as a woman Emelie recognized as the target danced on one of the tables. The security chief killed the music and glowered at the men and women watching the girl dance. A group of four, three men and one woman sat around the table watching, and another two gang members sat at two desks facing the wall typing away on keyboards. It seemed that James was only the ringleader... but who could say just how privy these people were to the plot. "Party's over." Bridgette growled, marching towards the desk. The woman looked confused by the whole ordeal. Emelie could see the group was glancing amongst themselves and the two working on the far side of the room had stopped and turned to look at the interlopers. An uneasy silence fell over the room and Emelie instinctively found herself reaching for the rifle slung around her shoulder. ~~ The facial expressions she was picking up only reinforced her gut feeling. Anger, fear confusion… everything came to a boil as Bridgette grabbed the woman’s wrist. The man to Bridgette’s right sprang to his feet, his eyes glowing ominously. A cybernetic hand grabbed a large handgun from a holster and jammed it into the woman’s back, his other arm wrapping around her neck. He yanked her around putting her between him and the PrivSec team. Bridgette’s eyes widened in surprise feeling the barrel of the gun jammed against her spine. She growled angrily as a glistening stream poured from beneath her skirt. The other gang members had all drawn weapons and levied them at the team. With a mishmash of handguns and submachine pistols being brandished at them the three agents and Bridgette’s enforcer clearly had the gangers outgunned, but the numbers were not in their favor. Not to mention Bridgette currently being held at gunpoint. "You don't understand how much this brat is worth!" The man with the cybernetic hand spat. Emelie narrowed her eyes. "I don't care" Emelie said icily. "I've got a job and you're standing in my way," she growled, tightening her grip on her rifle. Finally the noisy hiss of Bridgette wetting herself began to fade. Her leggings were glossy with wetness and the puddle left beneath her feet was impressively large. Her cheeks were flushed scarlet. The man wrinkled his nose glancing down realizing that he was standing in a puddle of urine. "Oh, fucking gross!" he exclaimed, lifting one of his boots out of the liquid. ~~ That was all the distraction the Chief of Security needed. She shoved her elbow back, pinning his wrist to his chest and shoving his gun out of the way. In a swift movement she jerked forward and with her free hand grabbed him by the collar, flipping him clean over her back before slamming him to the ground. He landed with an ignominious splash. The giant of a man lunged forward the moment Bridgette had reacted. His metallic muscles bulged and flexed as he barreled into the woman who had been standing next to the now dazed assailant. The enforcer's shoulder tackle sent the woman flying back, crashing into another desk. In a split second the tension erupted into pure unadulterated chaos. The ultralux girl collapsed into a ball on the desk covering her ears with her hands, burying her face against her knees. The loud bangs of gunfire echoed in the small room as the two gang members by the far window opened fire. Dianna's voice came through their implants. "Boss, we don't have eyes on that office." she said. At the same time she could hear Bridgette's snarling voice directed at the man who's neck she'd pinned under her knee. "Big fucking mistake." she growled before driving her fist against his face with a sickly crack of bone. The enforcer whom Bridgette had affectionately called “Perky” was bearing the brunt of the gunfire. His hardened augments and obvious subdermal armoring protected him from most of the rounds. Even so, he was driven back and forced to take cover behind the desk where Bridgette was kneeling. Emelie and Fi opened fire as well, taking shots during breaks in the fire. The armor-piercing rounds Emelie had requested made short work of the desks the gang members had been hiding behind. ~~ Of the six that had initially offered resistance, the woman who'd been thrown like a ragdoll against the desk was barely conscious. Upon impact she too had lost control and in her awkward inverted position with her legs dangling above her, urine soaked into her shirt. Soft wet mush oozed from the waistband of her combat trousers, globules of feces smearing against her back. The two other men who had been watching the woman dance met their end by way of the agent's rifles. There was a lull in gunfire, and an eerie silence fell in the office. With how quickly the odds had turned against them, the remaining two men held their weapons up in surrender. "Throw them to the ground and stand up slowly." Bridgette barked, standing up from behind the makeshift cover, holding the handgun she had taken from the man who dared attack her. With her back to the agents Emelie could see the seat of her skirt... she hadn't just wet herself. The telltale lumpy bulge made it quite obvious that her bowels had released as well. To push out such a firm log... Emelie shuddered in disgust and did her best to ignore it as Bridgette awkwardly tugged at the back of her skirt pinching the fabric between her fingers attempting to pull the soiled material away from her skin. "Okay... we're coming out. Just don't shoot." the man's voice called out. Emelie watched a figure slowly start to rise, her finger hovering over the trigger ready for the slightest movement. Next to him the second figured stayed put and instead a metallic cylinder was tossed in an arc towards them. The silhouette of the device focused in Emelie's ocular implant and instinctive she jerked her rifle towards it. With the Calculated Threat Defense implant she fired with pinpoint accuracy! ~~ The armor piercing incendiary round ripped through the metal casing rendering the device inert with a puff of smoke. The mangled grenade clattered to the floor just in front of the desk Emelie and Fi were behind, to the side of the two DR security personnel. Taarna smirked from behind another desk and suddenly in a jerky motion the woman awkwardly stood from behind cover with a look of horror on her face. "I got her." Taarna announced proudly. "Could have got her sooner." Emelie said sharply... had that went off in this confined space... she shuddered at the thought, realizing there was a wet warmth slowly trickling down her thigh. Em clamped down on the slow stream and mercifully managed to stop it. Hopefully the damage wasn't too bad... but it felt so hot... and wet... she squirmed, the slick sensation of her dampened combat suit rubbing against her thighs; a tingle of pleasure jolted through her. No! This was neither the time nor the place... she shook her head Bridgette stomped forward towards the man who had surrendered along with his hacked partner. A heavy fist to the side of his head sent him into an unconscious heap. The blond woman she grabbed by the neck and lifted off the ground shoving her against the window. "I wonder what sound your body’s gonna make, huh?" she growled, keeping a firm grip around the woman's throat. She coughed and gagged for breath staring into Bridgette's merciless eyes. Grabbing at the woman's hand in a vain attempt to free herself from the constricting grip she started to panic. A pale yellow stream ran down her thrashing legs, which brought a satisfied smirk to Bridgette's face. If they had made her do it... she was going to return the favor. ~~ When the woman finally lost consciousness Bridgette tossed her to the ground in a limp, soggy pile atop the other unconscious man. The enforcer had hoisted the groaning woman over his shoulder with a grimace of disgust at the smell coming from her pants. “All’s well that end’s well, eh Boss?” Drake’s voice crackled over the cochlear implant. “You sure are cocky for someone who didn’t do shi-” Emelie stopped, frozen in horror as she saw the grenade in the barely-conscious women’s hand. “Everybody get down!” A pulse came from the device. Overhead lights exploded. The heavily augmented man collapsed to the ground, his mechanical arms twitching. Bridgette fell to one knee looking like she might vomit. She tried to stay upright but swayed from her kneeling position and fell backwards with a subdued squish as she sat in her own filth. The firm mess mushed into a contour around her bottom smoothing out the bulge and staining through her skirt. Bridgette's disgust would have brought tears to her eyes if she wasn't already preoccupied with her augments going haywire. For the three augmented agents the world seemed to shudder as the EMP shorted out even their most shielded implants. Taarna's world went dark while her ocular implants rebooted. Probably the most augmented of the three, she whimpered in pain as her implants overloaded and she collapsed against the desk in a daze. The bottom of her suit bulged out as she noisily soiled herself with a burbly wet crackling sound. The fabric could only stretch so much before flattening the mush against her backside as she filled her panties. Taarna groaned as her senses slowly started to return as her implants recovered from the sudden short. ~~ Emelie, lightly augmented as she was, wasn't nearly as effected as the large enforcer or Taarna, but it took its toll regardless. Her reinforced skeletal structure suddenly felt heavier. She felt sluggish, her vision blurring and her ears ringing. Worse yet... that warm sensation returned. It even brought a quiet moan of relief to her lips. For a moment she was taken with it; she hadn't even realized how badly she'd needed to go and the warmth was almost something to savor. The fluorescent lights above her popped loudly, showering her with flecks of glass, and the warm sensation intensified. She grunted and felt her stomach contract, her bottom dilating, and like the previous night a heavy warm mush humiliatingly filled the seat of her pants. Emelie was so overwhelmed by the sensation the woman who had triggered the EMP nearly managed to hobble past her before Emelie grabbed her by the ankle and yanked her feet out from under her, slamming her to the ground. "Y...you're not going anywhere." she choked out. After taking a moment to steady herself, Emelie breathed a sigh of relief. Her HUD flickered and twitched as her implants came back online. “Doesn’t seem like any permanent damage”.. A choppy, almost robotic voice came through the implant. "Co... m.m.m.mander... arrrrrrrrrre y...you okay?" Drake's voice came through, stuttering as the audio sync drivers loaded, smoothing out the transmission. "Fine... EMP," she grunted through the comm, running her fingers along the soaked bottom of her suit, feeling the fabric distended by her own waste. "Eeesh. You three went offline for a moment and we were worried" he responded. "We're coming out with the target. Meet us with the truck." Emelie groaned before puling herself to her feet. ~~ "Fi, grab the girl." Emelie said, rubbing her head as she stood up, still slightly wobbly. Fiona nodded, swaying on her feet for a moment before she walked towards the still crumpled up ultralux woman. Fiona hadn't escaped without incident either. Sometime during the whole ordeal her bladder had released, running down one leg. The discolored material ran all the way down into her boot. Emelie went to check on Taarna while Fiona hoisted the woman off the desk. She was shaken but unharmed, and, much to the redhead's chagrin... unsoiled. Somehow she hadn't even wet herself during the chaos. Taarna stood, letting out a quiet groan as she felt the sagging rear of her suit. "Not again..." she mumbled quietly. Bridgette had returned to her feet as well and the enforcer laughed as his arms twitched. He was gracious enough not to say anything about the smell as Bridgette walked past. "Ey boss, gonna go to tech get my arms all synced... I ain't doing that." he said holding his hands up as his metal fingers wiggled aimlessly. She dismissed him with a wave of her hand and continued doing her best to walk like there wasn't messy load in her panties. "We'll see if James had any other people working with him and do some house cleaning." she said, instantly regretting her choice of words given her soiled state. "Probably a good idea. If you need any help, let us know." Emelie offered. Both women blushed with embarrassment, having quite badly soiled themselves. She crouched, shuddering with disgust as the sodden fabric of her skirt tightened against her muscular bottom. It squished her mess even worse as she began to drag the ultralux woman by the arm. ~~ Now they just had to get her back to HQ which... as unpleasant a prospect as it sounded, required them all back in the truck for a long drive. "Your father is eagerly awaiting your return princess, let's go." Emelie said, grabbing her by the arm and pushing her forward, leading them out to the truck. The woman bit her lip, looking rather unhappy with the situation. "This isn't fair! I can do what I want, I'm a grown woman!" she started to shriek. Emelie rubbed the bridge of her nose. "I don't give a shit okay? Does that make sense to you? We're getting paid to bring you home. Do whatever you want after that." Emelie said, rolling her eyes. They were only a few floors up but stairs... were not an appetizing proposition for the agents in their dirtied, tight fitting combat suits. "He was using you, ransoming you to your father." Emelie said matter of-factly. "I don't care... I'll pay you double to leave me alone!" she shouted. A tempting offer, but Emelie just jerked her into the elevator. "Ohhh my god it smells..ugh, you shit yourselves... seriously?" she gagged for emphasis. Emelie and Taarna turned crimson, Fiona averted her gaze, thankful she had only peed. ~~ Emelie trembled with rage, barely able to restrain her temper. Still, bad idea, hitting an ultralux...she bit her tongue as the woman continued mouthing off. Finally they were outside, Drake and Dianna stood outside the SUV, waiting for them as ordered. Dianna was, like them, soaked, the front of her suit completely drenched as if she'd been laying in it. Emelie gave her a sharp look. The woman flushed, "You guys were taking a long time in there... I had to go." she said sheepishly. Upon seeing the truck, and the prospect of a ride home of unknown length, the ultralux girl finally made an offer worth listening to. "Oh my god no... please... I have an aircar. It's parked a block from here roofside. If I have to ride god knows how long cramped in that car smelling your shit I will literally die." she said. ~~
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  14. Found it! https://inthecrack.com/Collection/57 Names Tera Bond. There are actually a lot of videos, especially the older ones, containing pee content.
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  15. First I should say that this is loosely based off this story by MasterOptometrist. The idea isn't a full rip off, but this story gave me the idea so i felt like it was fair to link to it and give credit. "It is a common belief that females of most mammalian species are by default incontinent." A well dressed professor said to her audience, pacing across the auditorium stage. "This would seem to be the case upon primary examination. Horses, dogs, cats, and our closest relative the chimpanzee as well as most other mammals all reinforce this preconception. As you can see from this graph, 71% of mammalian species either show more frequent urination or lack any apparent ability to purposely retain urine among females. This number drops to 64% for defecation." She pressed a button to move to another slide before continuing. "However, when narrowing that to only predatory species in which females hunt then those numbers drop to 9% and 3% respectively. Indeed even more species, specifically domesticated ones are able to be trained to increase their bladder control." While the professor continued listing statistics and studies, Amber sat bored in her seat at the back of the auditorium. She brushed her long red hair out from in front of her bloodshot eyes and tied it into a ponytail with a scrunchy. "Blah Blah Blah" She leaned her head back. "I cant believe i had to get up at 7 AM for this in the first week of school! Couldn't they just give us a freaking video to watch? And why do I need a fucking Women's study course for a marine biology degree!" She leaned forward, only to be make aware of a sudden squish between her legs. "What? I just changed an hour ago and I'm already damp? I must have leaked while i was leaning back, guess I wasn't empty when i woke up." She leaned back again to try and make herself more comfortable and looked back to the professor. "Why do I bring up all of this?" The professor aid gesturing to the crowd of women. "Because these misconceptions are the reason most women today are in diapers. It is true that women have weaker bladders as children. In fact the same muscles that allow men to be diaper free as young as 4 don't finish developing in girls until around 16. This means that most women are used to a lack of control by the time they are able to have it, and the toilet training techniques that work on boys often fail. Every woman here has yet to free themselves, and that has problems associated with it. You see having to change your diapers and inconveniences associated with that makes a lot of young woman nearly unhierable in today's job market, at least in areas that require high skill. For this reason, this school and many others have decided to make a class that teaches you how to maintain continence mandatory for all female students in your first semester. Now i'm going to pass around a forum to see what kind of help you all need." Aids moved down the rows handing papers to the women there. Amber glared and took once. "Ok time to fill this out. Why do they need to know all this crap anyway?" Name: Amber James Race: White Age: 18 Height 5,9" Do you play any sports, if so what?: Soccer, karate Do you have any medical issues: No Do you wear a Diaper?: Yes Do you sometimes wake up with wet diapers?: Yes] If yes, how many days a week on average?: 4? Do you frequently wet yourself during the day?: yes] If yes, how many diapers do you go through in a day?: 3-4 Do you occasionally mess yourself?: Yes] If yes, How many days a week on average?: 1-2 Have you ever attempted "Potty Training": yes] if so, at what age?: 9, 10, and 13 If yes, how successful were you?: Not very. "Why do they need to know all of this?" "OK as soon as you finish, please pass the paper to the front." The professor said. Everyone passed the paper up and returned to their seats. "Ok now, before you go. I want all of you try this exorcise. Stand up." The class slowly rose at her command. "Now squeeze your abdominal muscles. " Amber rolled her eyes and complied. "I don't see why we have to do this." She stood there for a minute until she felt a rush of warm piss erupt from her crotch, causing her damp diaper to leak, leaving a damp spot of her skort. "Shit!" she thought to herself before relaxing her muscles, bringing her stream to a slow halt. "I knew what she was up to but I didn't realise i had that much in me!" "Now you all probably felt your diapers get damp... It's OK there's no shame here. We'll work on it. Now go on home and grab a support box on the way out. We'll email you with your class room."
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  16. (No video or pictures here, just wanted to tell her story of getting into it) "Breadfan" has been holding her piss since she was very young For whatever reason, she hated(and still does) using school bathrooms,church bathrooms, any sort of public restroom. So, she does her best to hold it when out and about Her first wetting was in the 1st grade, she doesn't remember the details, just that she did it and her mother had to bring her a change of clothes Eventually she learned to balance over the toilet and let go, she no longer had any accidents in school after that. during family vacation drives, her family took very few bathroom breaks. She'd sometimes have to hold it for so long that when she finally could sit on a toilet it would take her body awhile to "relax" so she could finally go. Basically, she has had plenty of experience Fast forward to adulthood, she's now a bladder holding champ. She'd pee once(or sometimes not at all) during work (which is seven to nine hour shifts on average) All the pictures and videos she's allowed on this site so far are from her recording herself whenever it felt "right" She eventually "accepted" having to pee at parks, doctor's offices, the gym, work, etc. (That's where all those extra videos came from) Somewhere along the way I admitted my interest in the fetish, she was already into it, so the perfect storm happened, and the rest was history! Extra details: (May have already talked about some of this stuff in previous topics but whatever) Longest she's held is almost three fourths of a day. She peed before going to bed(10:00pm), woke up, and DID NOT take a morning pee(because I asked her not to, because I'm evil), and then worked a near entire day before having a piss at 1. (She averages nine hour work days, so going into work at 8, she already had ten hours of pee inside her before she burst at 1. Wish she recorded that pee, she said it was long and hard She's into, and has done, some public wetting. She's pissed herself in a variety of ways. Walmart, a movie theater, a restaurant, even at her own parent's house! (All those are stories for their own threads) -She is also into farting and scat stuff, but since that fetish has a very small following on this forum I won't go into detail about it (You can always PM her if you are into that sort of thing) -
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  17. Sometimes at uni, studying or at home. I like desperation and seeing how much can I last, so I do it a lot. Most days I arrive homee with a busting bladder.
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  18. Happy Holidays!!! ❤️

    Happy Holidays!!! ❤️
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    Woke up with the need so got dressed. And went outside and had an accident on purpose ? After pics below
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  20. I'm back! ;v; Hope no one missed me too much! My pee in this one is really clear, I'm well hydrated The skirt is faux-leather, so I really couldn't get it wet while doing this!! It was hard ;0;
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  21. so I made this a while back, I first uploaded it on my Iwara i'm only uploading one of the pics here, gonna link the post https://ecchi.iwara.tv/images/wetting-hatsune-miku there are 4 versions, two with a camera screen and two without so there u go guys heres my comeback post lmao enjoy
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    Scene extracted from JAV FF-308 issued by Jade on Oct 2018. A girt in skirt was in a queue for WC. She was initially tried to hold it but finally she cannot make it and wet her panties under her skirt. I tried to merge the original 3 footages from different angles into 1 and synchronize their action. You may see her emotion in the mean time with the wetting underneath her.
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  23. Well, I wanted to share some holiday cheer with everyone. Here are a few pictures I took for a pair of panties I got all dirty and wet for a customer this year. Can you see I had a good time in these? I'm very leaky when I play with myself. These are some deliciously wet panties, but it's not pee! These are actually from two different times where I masturbated in these panties, I did have the let them dry out between each little fun session! If you ever want to order a pair of my panties, check out my website and get in touch! http://rachelkirwan.wixsite.com/panties
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  24. Not new to the fetish at all (pretty sure that started very young), but relatively new to the site. I figured an introduction post was long overdue, so here we go! I'd prefer to just go by my username on here, so you can call me that. I'm a gay transgender man (physically pretty masculine, otherwise a total fruit), full-time student with two jobs, that loves anything watersports. Unrealistic amounts of piss, erotic watersports, wetting in any scenario, bathroom control, public scenes, fantasy or sci-fi tomfoolery... you name it! I started an account elsewhere to post my writings, if anyone is interested: https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=4688194&page=submissions As a warning, the content is overtly sexual and generally will be. I will try to be fairly active with my writing, but as you might guess, it could end up a little sporadic with my busy schedule. Although I'm gay, my love for watersports defies strict bounds of sexual identity and I can totally appreciate content with women, too. It's all fun! I made this account as an opportunity to talk more openly about my main fetish. My boyfriend is very supportive, but of course I don't want to just use him as a 24/7 Kink Therapist or what have you. I am also very open to conversations about who I am and how that might make watersports / omorashi especially interesting or maybe different, since I think that transgender men in general are less vocal in kink communities. Probably in large part because there are less of us, too. I would rather have honest conversations with curious people and educate / entertain them than be tight-lipped! I'm too new to have private conversations, but I'll be up for public ones already for sure. If you all have any comments, questions, or even just suggestions about producing written watersports content, feel free to reply! On top of just writing it for myself, I do appreciate the knowledge of giving others a good read and do love feedback.
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  25. I think this matches your request almost exactly? The girl squirms for a bit while talking to the camera, then wets her shorts. Pulls down the shorts to expose her wet panties and inspects them (but doesn't remove the panties if you were looking for that). No naked peeing. Then pulls up her wet shorts again and shows off some more.
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  26. Version 1.0.0

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    Per request by @ILoveOmorashi since my VK account was taken down, so here it is.
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  27. [FSET-576] Meeting Omorashi View File Per request by @ILoveOmorashi since my VK account was taken down, so here it is. Submitter boe2hoets Submitted 12/25/2018 Category Desperation Clothing Skirt
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  28. Here is a new video i fond. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5c1dfe43900be Peeing in my Panties - Pornhub.com.mp4
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  29. Thank you all for the positive response. I should probably say something before the people who are invested in this continue reading, if you see this in the year 2069 or are just scrolling through for a quick kick then feel free to skip to the thing you're actually here for. This is probably going to be the last daily upload for a while. These are fun to make but they take 2-4 hours and I only have time to write them late at night. I don't want 30 second filler chapters that only advance the story slightly or just serve as an isolated wetting scene. But, rest assured that I do intend to keep up with this consistently whenever i feel like it, probably 1-2 parts a week with the intention of finishing at some point in January. I have no intention of letting this become one of those stories that goes on for a few chapters before hitting a couple month long hiatuses and vanishing entirely. Once a story starts being published then i finish it. I'll also try too keep up with questions even though I usually don't frequent this site that often. So I would appreciate anyone that wants to take the time to point out what i'm doing wrong before part 4 then i would be extremely grateful. Also, how long before my posts stop needing mod approval? I know this is unrelated but I'm seriously curious. Part 3 Amber sat naked on a pink sand beach, waves of lemonade lapping at her toes. The warm sunlight beat down on her as she stared out at a group of men in boxers swimming in the lemonade sea, playing a game of volleyball. Her focus on the sea was broken by the sound of footsteps behind her. It was Rebecca, standing there wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts. The men motioned to her as she ran in to join them. "I think I'll join them" Amber said as she was walking into the surf. Once she got to knee level, a pelican landed on her shoulder. "Don't you think that's a bad Idea?" the pelican said in a condescending, almost motherly tone. "Shut up!" Amber growled out. She slapped off the bird and continued walking until the lemonade water came to her waist. The bird flew up in front of her, this time hovering and flying about like a hummingbird. It opened it's beak again and continued speaking "no, no... Swimming isn't for little girls Amber." It said before it started making an annoying mechanical buzzing sound. Amber awoke in her bed to a uncomfortable vibrating coming from her waist, and the familiar feel of an expanding damp spot between her legs. She quickly realized what she was doing as well as remembered how thin her new diapers were. "Crap!" she shouted as she clinched her legs together, causing the flow to stop. "So this thing does work like those things mom made me wear." She said in a annoyed groan. She felt a uncomfortable twinge coming from her abdomen, one she hadn't really felt since her and her mother gave up on potty training her for the final time five years ago. She kept herself motionless for a minute or so as her discomfort subsided. She sat up as she slowly moved her legs apart. Letting out a sigh of relief once she knew that her leak didn't return. "Well... I guess it's a good thing I can still stop a leak. I haven't forgotten everything." She stood up and looked down at her nightstand to check her phone. "Wait It's dead? I was using that as my alarm, what time is it!" She yelled as she frantically looked out window to check the clock in the center of the campus. "11:45, I overslept!" She ran over too her closet to get ready. She hastily threw on a black skirt, a white floral tee shirt, a pair of stockings and her running shoes, hoping that the later would help her make the 20 minute sprint to class on time. "I can't be late!" she yelled as she dashed out the door, grabbing her purse and jacket just before closing it. Her class was all the way across campus and she knew that she wouldn't make it if she followed the walk ways. So, she sprinted across the campus in the direct route, running over grass and hopping knee high decorative walls as she went. The bell rang as her eyes fell on the Bio and Medical building. "Thank god!" She stormed through front door and ran to her class just as her professor was concluding roll. "Hello miss James, I was worried you wouldn't make it. Please take a seat." She ran to the back to set down next to Daisy, another first year from her dorm that also shared her major, meaning that she was the closest thing to a consistent class mate she had. Daisy leaned in to whisper "hey, why were you late? you're always here before i am." "I slept in, I had to go to that stupid continence management orientation early today so I decided to take a nap when i got back." Amber whispered back. "wait you took the in person version, why didn't you just take it online?" Amber squeezed her pencil and twisted her face into an annoyed scowl. "you mean there was an option to take that online!" "yeah. you still have to take the test at the end of the semester but there's a lot less busy work apparently. I got the same box and everything." "Ok- My advisor told that i had to take it in person for some reason but i guess that was a damn lie." "Quite in the back please." the professor said. The two of them redirected their gaze and quieted down. As the class went on, Amber found it harder to keep focused on the presentation. The information he had covered was the same from last classes homework and already less advanced than the sort of things Amber read in her own time anyway. As her eyes began to wander around the class, she couldn't help but notice that a little over half the girls had started fidgeting and checking the clock. "I guess there are a lot of first years in this class." her eyes drooped in boredom as she leaned back and yawned, only to be interrupted by a vibration coming from her skirt. She jumped and slammed her legs together. This leak wasn't stopping as easy as the last one. It continued for about a second and a half before it reluctantly stopped, leaving a extremely uncomfortable wetness between her legs "Uh oh, I forgot to pee or change before i left the dorm." Her bladder wasn't just uncomfortable now, it was screaming for relief on a scale she hadn't felt in years. And her already atrophied kegel muscles being exhausted from this morning were hardly helping her situation. She leaned forward and pressed her thighs together praying that she would be able to contain herself until she had a way to find relief. "Hey... are you ok" Daisy asked under her breath. "Yeah... i just ne-need to-to pee." "So? Just go. Whats the problem?" "I'm wearing those tiny training panties that they gave us for class. I'm already a little damp, if any more comes out then it'll start leaking." "Why did you put one of those on?" "It seemed like a good idea at the time I don't know!" "Look class is almost over, you should be fine." She looked at the time and saw that class should only have five minutes left. "ok. I can do this. I've done harder before, I can keep a little piss in me for five minutes." she though to herself. The professor droned on for a few more minutes as the women in the class became increasingly fidgety. Suddenly, Amber heard a gasp from a girl in the front row that had been mostly quite for the class. She stood up and revealed a growing wet patch on her bluejeans. Her face turned red as she ran out the door. The sight of this caused another large spurt to escape into Amber's diaper. She jumped as the buzzing of her alarm nearly caused her to release more. "This stupid thing isn't helping!" she said to herself. "well class I think that's enough for the day, no homework other than reading the chapters on the board so have a nice weekend." As soon as he said this most of the fidgeting girls in class jumped up and made for the door. "Thank god." Amber said. She jumped up quickly, causing a small spurt to escape into her diaper. "Shit!" She looked down to see that it had thankfully only caused a slight drip to escape. "Do you know where the girl's room in this building is Daisy?" she said hoping that there actually would be. "How am i supposed to know? I've never had to change in this building before." She let out a aggravated growl and ran out the door, where she began frantically searching the halls. A sign that said "changing station" with a pink picture of a woman under it caught her eyes. She slowly hobbled over too it, resisting the urge to grab herself. She stopped only for a second to avoid colliding with the woman that had ran out earlier who was now walking out of the bathroom with a look of defeat on her face. Amber ran into the room to see two other women with soiled clothes putting on a more conventional diaper from the vending machine in the corner. "Phew I made it" She said in relief as she reached for the door. "Don't try it" said one of the women in the corner "they're all occupied." "No!" Amber screamed internally. She threw her hand down between her legs as another small spurt escaped. "I can hold it. I can hold it. I can hold it." Amber kept repeating to herself, hoping that one of the stalls would open before her control gave out. A few more spurts escaped, causing the device in her diaper to vibrate more and more. She felt her warm pee leaking through to her hand. "I can hold it... I can hold it... I can-" her inner monologue was interrupted by the sound of a stall flying open. "Yes-" she yelled as she moved her and and spread her legs apart to make walking easier. Her ears were imidiatly greeted with a loud hiss as piss exploded out through her diaper and onto the floor. She quickly crossed her legs in a vain attempt to stop it, but it wasn't working this time. She realized this and kicked off her shoes and pulled her skirt up to keep it dry. Daisy ran in to see if her friend had made it. "Hey you found... Oh. sorry Amber." Amber let out a sigh that sounded like a mixture between defeat and relief at the feeling of finally being empty after holding it for the two hours that class was in session. "Can you... get me a diaper out of the vending machine Daisy?" "Uh... sorry but they're out, looks like a lot of girls were leaking today." "What!" Amber yelled as her tone shifted to anger. "Just throw me a damn wipe or something then!" She said as she took of her diaper and stocking. She rung out her stockings into the sink and tossed the training panties in the trash can, remembering to take the censor out. "This stupid thing made it harder on me!" she rinsed it and her hands off before tossing it in her purse. "So what are you gonna do about walking home?" Daisy asked. "Guess I'll just go commando. It's not like i have anything left in me to come out." Ok that was the last of this for a few days. Let me know what i can improve, what you would do differently, and what was confusing. Especially if something doesn't make sense, this isn't realistic by any means but i at least want it to be internally consistent. Also let me know your theories/suggestions as to where this is going and your thoughts on the characters, i'm nothing if not a audience pleaser.
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  30. Poor her

    I forgot to leave a comment ?. Good chapter. I was always wondering what is going on during "Woodstock style" festivals. I imagined hundred thousand people and not enogh places to... well - to pee ?.
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  31. Merry Christmas to all ??
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  32. My fetish is my sexual orientation... sort of. It's still not sensible to announce it to everyone. I see no need to.. "come out" or whatever.
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  33. Here is a colored in version of the bladder torture machine drawing.
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  34. https://thisvid.com/videos/apple-cuff-crib/ This?
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  35. Isabella sat alone in her tiny apartment on her cheap chair in front of her small desk. She was playing on the only expensive thing she owned: her Alienware gaming laptop. She was online in her friend's Minecraft realm. She and four other friends were exploring a gigantic deep underground cave. Isabella rocked in her chair, trying desperately to hold her screaming bladder. "This cave is fucking huge!" She exclaimed into the microphone, hoping soon they would find the end so she could go pee. She didn't want to slow down the group or get left behind by leaving now to go. "There's so much ore in here!" Another person said over her headphones as a skeleton shot her with an arrow. She ran forward swinging her sword but missed several times since she was having trouble keeping the mouse steady as she rocked. Isabella kept muttering "Come on, come on, this damn cave has to end!" "Fuck!" She said out loud. Up ahead was a fork where the cave now split in two. "Which way should we go first?" Someone asked over the headphones. Isabella muted her mic and groaned out loud as she pressed on her crotch for momentary relief. "This way!" Said someone else as they stuck a torch on the wall in the left cave. Isabella put her hands back on the keyboard and follow her friends. Several minutes later, with no end to the cave in sight, Isabella was on the verge of breaking a sweat from holding so hard. She was rocking back and forth quickly and had left her mic on mute so she could groan. Finally, she thought she saw a wall up ahead. Was it the end of the cave!?! Nope, one of her friends disappeared to the right and she realized it was just a sharp corner. "Dammit!!" she nearly shouted. She took her hand off the mouse and held herself while her left hand continued to follow her friends. She occasionally took her hand from her crotch to move the mouse and turn her field of view. Finally, Isabella gave in. "Fuck it!" she thought "This cave isn't ending anytime soon, I'm just going to go in my pants." She put her hand back on the mouse and relaxed. Instantly she was peeing forcefully into her panties and jeans. Hot liquid pooled around her butt, soaked her thighs, and ran down the backs of her calves. There was loud splattering on the hard floor as multiple streams of pee poured off of the chair. Isabella, to her surprise, found herself becoming very distracted and even aroused. "What the fuck?" She thought "I'm pissing my pants and its...actually turning me on?" For a brief moment she was disgusted, but then primal desires took over. She stopped paying attention to the game and her friends left her behind. Her breathing became heavier, the hot urine blasting by her clit somehow felt amazing, somehow different than when using a toilet. The pee pooling around her and running down her legs was sensational. An orgasm was beginning to build. She became disappointed when she realized her bladder was almost empty. She suddenly wanted to pee much longer, at least until she climaxed. There was an explosion on the screen, then it went red and informed her she was killed by a creeper. She used it as permission. Her hands left the keyboard and mouse and, as if conscious themselves, found their way down Isabella's jeans on the outside of her pee soaked panties. She rubbed herself vigorously as her pee stream died. The soaked fabric felt amazing against her clitoris. She pushed a finger inside herself with wet fabric wrapped around it. Within less than a minute she was moaning as an explosive orgasm took her nearly by surprise. She rubbed and rubbed to extend it as long as possible. Normally she stifled her moans to keep the neighbors from hearing, but this time it didn't even cross her mind. She had found a new fetish and didn't care who knew, at least not in that moment. As her orgasm began to fade, and her breathing returned to normal, she realized her friends were asking her over the headphones if she was ok. She watched as they collected her inventory on the screen. Her stomach dropped as she suddenly couldn't remember if she had muted her microphone. She was petrified. She could hear her friends talking but couldn't comprehend what they were saying. She didn't want to know if they had heard her. But she did want to know. She was embarrassed, humiliated. Finally, she pulled herself back to reality and looked at the Skype window. A huge wave of relief washed over her as she saw that her mic, in fact, was muted. Crisis averted. She looked down at the mess she had made. Nearly every inch of her jeans was soaked with pee and there was a large puddle on the laminate floor beneath her. "Hey Isabella, you back yet?" A voice chided over the headphones. She unmuted her mic. "Uh, yeah, just had to uh, use the bathroom." Her faced burned bright red as she spoke those words. She clicked "Respawn" and found herself in the little house she had built on the surface. "Oh, no worries. We got all your stuff, we'll give it to you when we come back up." The voice said. "Thanks guys." She said, still a little embarrassed. She could've taken the opportunity to change and clean up, but instead, she crafted a bunch of pickaxes and headed down into the mine they had dug.
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  36. Certainly some of the nicest adventures I've ever seen, for two such sexy ladies. Love every photo the two of you have ever posted. One thing I've always been curious about. How did the four of you ever find one another? What made you decide to start wetting yourselves in public? Seems most everyone around you accepts you wetting your pants. Must be no big deal. I have to admit seeing the two of you ladies peeing your short shorts is something pretty amazing. Thanks for the photos
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  37. Poor her

    As the sisters walk the final stretch to their tent, they notice poor Veronica isn't the only girl to have had an accident. "Wonder what the story behind that is", Laura says, pointing at a girl with an obvious wet bottom. "Or behind her wet shorts", Natalia says, noticing another woman with wetness visible. "Sometimes I wonder whether there are other girls like us, wetting themselves because they can't be bothered to stand in line", Laura adds. "And whether they planned it, wearing dresses to hide it", Natalia smiles. As the girls get back to their tent, they eat and drink something before heading back towards the stages. While enjoying the music, both wet themselves as they feel the urge to pee. Nobody notices anything, but their question from earlier that day is soon answered. "See that?", Natalia asks her sister. "Yes". The legs of a girl near them are glistening in the fading sunlight, and the dirt below her is significantly darker than in other places. "She's definitely peeing", Laura continues. "We're obviously not the only ones wetting themselves on purpose", Natalia nodds. The rest of the night, the sisters dance, drink and pee to their hearts' desire. And as the last of the stages closes down for the night, everyone still standing returns towards the campsite. The sisters decide not to return immediately, but instead halt not too far away from the port-a-potties. "Wow, the queue is even longer than before", Natalia says. Indeed, the queue has grown to unbelievable proportions, despite it being almost exclusively woman standing inline. Most men have decided to urinate in the bushes, and some girls have decided to squat there too. Some girls in line seem pretty desperate, dancing from foot to foot and fidgeting. "Let's observe the line a little longer", Laura says. "Kinda pervy, isn't it? But hell yeah, I wanna see another accident", Natalia says smiling. The girls don't have to wait long, as soon they see a girl frantically pee-pee-dancing, with still two dozen others in front of her. Not much later, she buries a hand in her crotch, begging the girls in front of her to hurry up. But to not much avail, as a mere two minutes later, Laura and Natalia - despite the lack of much light - can see the girl's shorts dampening. "I feel sorry for her, but it's kinda hot to watch", Laura says. "Totally, but seeing it has made me much more aware of my own need", Natalia says cheekily, as she spreads her legs to relieve herself. Laura smiles, and decides to pee too, before the sisters head back to their tent for a well deserved night's rest. TO BE CONTINUED
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  38. 20181129_141714.mp4 I think this works.
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  39. Finished one of my two coms! By request of the commissioner, the full art will be available in the game NoMaKo at a later date. Twitter: https://twitter.com/nomakogame Game DL: It's a fun game and you should absolutely play it.
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  40. Speak of the devil Right After I posted this, Anubis has appeared on my discord, so here's his com! There's a topless version available on my discord, and there's the fully nude version on patreon.
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  41. Carmen is a very daring person who is a gift to this forum. I could only hope for a fraction of that bravery and lewdness.
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  42. Here is the next one if anyone is enjoying these: My friend’s teenage daughter One of the advantages of being a mum is that other children are often in my house too. I love kids. This particular day I had my daughter’s friend over after school. Both her parents work full time so she was due to be picked up about 5pm. Her much older sister was at high school and she would either make her own way home or go with friends usually. When she was younger we saw her around loads but I hadn’t seen her for a few years. I am great friends with the girl’s mum and when she would collect her daughter we often had a catch up about our days on the doorstep. Today was no different. My daughter’s friend was so used to us chatting she would continue playing until her mum called her to come. So when I heard the bell go around 5pm I was expecting it. I left the kids playing where I could see them and went to open the door. I could see my friend’s car from where I was standing as the front garden isn’t that big where we live. I was surprised to see the teenage daughter in the back of her mum’s car this day but thought nothing of it while my friend and I caught up on the news of our days. My friend seemed particularly chatty and we exchanged news of all sorts though out the corner of my eye I could see the teenager was clearly rather restless in the car. I assumed she was bored and hungry and the mum was explaining how her daughter had called her to say she could not go to her friends and how she had told her daughter to buy herself a snack and a drink at the shop near her school and her mum would pick her up as soon as she could. There was a bench near the shop and she could wait there. Her school finished around 3:30pm so the teenager must have been waiting at least an hour for her mum. I was only half listening to my friend as by now I wondered if the teenager was ok. She was moving around a huge amount in the back of the car and seemed very agitated. A minute or so later she got out the car and shouted to her mum if she would be much longer. ‘Be with you in five minutes’ her mum replied but I was now certain the teenager really needed a bathroom rather urgently. She stood outside the car but was dancing about from one foot to the other and unable to stand still. Her mum said to the younger daughter in my house to get her shoes on and get her bag and coat and she started to help the younger daughter. Meanwhile the teenager danced much more in a public street then came up my garden path to see her mum. I wondered if she was going to say what was troubling her or not but I didn’t want her to have an accident either. At first she stood there dancing about, asking her mum to hurry up please but when the younger daughter went back into my lounge to say goodbye to my kids the teenager suddenly put her hand between her legs and looked at me with puppy dog eyes saying so quietly and shyly ‘would it be ok if I used your bathroom please. I’ve been bursting all afternoon in school and then on the bench waiting for mum and now in the car and I really am desperate and I really can’t wait until we drive home. Would that be ok?’ She was so apologetic and embarrassed at her obvious need and had so really wanted to wait until she was home. I would never ever deny anyone a toilet ever so I was so glad she managed to get the confidence to ask as I am certain she would have had a huge accident in the car otherwise. I really felt for her but I also did enjoy seeing her dance and her long apologetic begging was lovely. She must have had such a long pee too!
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  43. I always wear female panties under my pants. More than half of the year, except in warm months, I also wear pantyhose.
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  44. More photos, the hold she did for this set was brutal. She didn't pee at all during work and came home to wet in her pajamas. She works from 7 to 3, so that is an eight hour hold, with the round trip commute that made it nine-ish in total
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  45. This is for the guys: when you go to the bathroom, stand in front of it with your pants up. Relax and once you start peeing yourself, you can move to pull down your pants and underpants. Anytime you involuntarily stop peeing because you touched your penis or whatever, you must stop moving and wait till you start peeing again. You can now pee into the toilet. HOWEVER when youre close to done, you will feel you stream slow down. At this point, pull your penis back into your pants and pull them up while you are still peeing, and finish off in your pants.
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  46. I'm from Austria/Europe - just joined, so hello by the way!
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  47. Me dad's German. Mum's French. Bit of a nasty shock for 'im when 'e found out.
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