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  1. Proxy

    From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    Here, we get to see the consequences of Thisbe's lapse of judgement upon returning home from the parkway in this year's Omovember #10. Tsk. Tsk. She should have remembered the rules... You always need permission to pee, even if the hold ends up way longer because of traffic! XD And if she thinks this is bad, imagine the punishment her mistress will come up with if she fails to act properly "relieved" despite not having let out a drop! Or worse, if she leaks! Considering that, this is merciful! :]
    22 points
  2. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    She looks ready to kiss you as her beseeching expression melts into elation upon hearing your response! But rather than her head leaning-in after handing you your package, her hands immediately shoot to the buckle of her belt as she dances madly in place and issues a blizzard of "thank you"s. Down the hall. Second door on the right. Unable to properly run, she mixes a skip and a stumble into some kind of waddle while she makes her way toward the promise of sweet relief. She passes the hall tree before her belt finally relents. Next comes the button. In fact, she's already tugging her black jeans down while still out in the hallway. And you could even see a sliver of her pink panties and a fair bit of her bare ass as she crosses the threshold into the bathroom. "No! No! No!" she says to herself. She hasn't bothered to close the door; hot jets of urine are already leaving her body and crashing to the floor. After a few squeaks from her shoes, there is a roaring thunder --- a heavy stream of piss is tearing into the water in the toilet bowl. There is no decrease to the intensity of her deluge even after she finally notices you standing at the door...
    21 points
  3. She Gave Up

    From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    And this one comes with a story! ~ She had a problem. A big problem. She rocked wildly in her chair with both of her hands buried between her tightly-clenched thighs. Every motion she made caused the plastic seat to squeak against the metal frame, and this had clearly broadcast her predicament to all of her classmates. She'd given up on attempting to listen to the lecture --- instead, her attention was solely fixed upon an increasingly arduous task: not peeing. Were she back at Nitefield, she could have resolved this entire situation with ease --- provided the ladies’ rooms were functional at the time. She'd have just had to leave the class for a moment. Permission wasn't necessary; college-age adults were allowed to come and go as they pleased, though their grades might reflect this depending on the instructor. And, indeed, here was no different. The nearest bathroom, in fact, was right across the hall --- something she was relentlessly reminded of by the occasional flushing of a toilet. Yet she remained seated. At some point, the instructor had started his lesson. She hadn't been paying enough attention to know when. But his start was a good sign. At least time was passing --- albeit very slowly. This reassurance did very little to soothe her agony, though. The guys around her shot glances her way --- sometimes with grins. They were very aware of her problem. And to them, it was a very self-inflicted one. "Quit being so dramatic about this. Quit torturing yourself," she could almost hear them say. Oh how tempting was the thought of finally relenting... But she would continue to hold her water. No matter how badly she needed to relieve herself. She crossed one thigh over the other, though it did nothing to ease her suffering. Nitefield had, in its boundless wisdom, made a very small error. Her major required her to spend two semesters outside of the states as an exchange student. She was happy to do this --- this was an academic excuse to explore some other country, and this aligned precisely with her interest in travel. All was good --- except for that very tiny mistake on the part of her "home" university... Nitefield had sent her to an all male school. And she hadn't even known about it until the faculty here were apologizing profusely upon her arrival. For two whole semesters, she would be surrounded by men. Ok. That would be... interesting. And at least she got a private dorm room and her own bathroom for the trouble. Sure, it might be a bit awkward, but she'd survive. Sweat rolled down her forehead and traced her cheek on its way to her chin. Tears rolled from her eyes. At least that little bit of water would not be crammed into the over-filled pressure-vessel in her lower abdomen. Fuck, did she need to pee. She usually didn't feel this way until the end of the day. But now, she still had two more classes to suffer through before she was free. Tough luck, she supposed... she still wasn't going to use the bathroom. The bathroom. Another flush. It was like cold water pouring down her spine. Hold it. The bathroom was her problem. Seeing that this was an all male school, none of the bathrooms were labeled according to sex. All of the bathrooms were freely available to all of the men --- and one woman, in this odd case... And her classmates had told her as much on numerous occasions: she could use any of the bathrooms, they didn't care... But she did. And the reality was that every single bathroom was functionally a men's room. No girls allowed — except within the one she'd been allowed to use privately next to her dorm. It was her one haven of privacy. And it was there that she could pee. No guy would be there to watch. It got hot between her legs for a moment. She couldn't tell if there had been a leak, and she was too dependent upon her balled-up position to check. Maybe it had been a trick of her mind. Or some weird sensation borne of her insidious desperation. Class was nearly over, and this was very clearly the worst she'd ever needed to pee. She'd gotten so good at holding it over the semester. Not even once had she "caved" and used one of the men's rooms. There were “close calls” — times where she could have sworn that a moment longer would have had her dribbling on the floor. And the guys all around her would mockingly torment her in some misguided attempt to convince her to “suck it up” and just go to the bathroom. Her knuckles whitened as she tugged at the beltline of her shorts. Room. She needed room. Room for her bladder to expand. As the instructor began the conclusion of his lesson, her feet tapped wildly on the floor, and she unbuttoned her shorts. Already. She normally hesitated to pop the button even at the end of the day — and she’d only resorted to it a couple times previously. Now staring down two more unrelenting classes, she was downright terrified that she’d already resorted to this incredibly desperate maneuver. Standing from her seat was indescribably torturous. Seated, she was in agony. Standing, she was in hell. Her bladder greedily devoured what little space she had provided it by undoing her shorts’ button. Yet unsatisfied, it rewarded her with another flash of heat between her legs. And this time, she was certain she had leaked. Not a lot… She would not allow it. But some. It had been entirely involuntary — accompanying some muscular reflex, it just trickled out. Her back remained arched and bent-forward at the hips as she delicately waddled from the classroom. Two more classes. Two long hours at the barest minimum. And she’d already begun to leak. Another flush roared out of the bathroom invitingly. So what if a few guys saw her? She could imagine it… Pushing open the door, ignoring all the dudes, planting herself on one of the toilets, and draining her misery in a thick golden cascade against porcelain. A heavy, hissing jet of urine that could last for over a minute… Ecstasy. Fantasy. She settled gingerly into her seat in the next class. Early as always. Her hands flew to her crotch. At this point, attending class was scarcely more than a formality — there was no question as to where her attention was focused. But no amount of fierceness behind her dire need to urinate would cause her to skip class attendance; she could hold it, after all. Dashing to her far-off toilet and walking in late — all in the name of comfort — was anathema to her very being. Hold it. Hold it. HOLD it. Again, the squeaking of her rocking and the greedy untying and re-tying of her legs into tight knots drew the eyes of all the men around her and — she could have sworn — even an eye-roll from the instructor. So be it. Let them all see how the one girl in the entire college could be the most dedicated person there!... At least, that was the delusion she could use to distract herself from recognizing the obvious “show” she was putting on for her classmates. It didn’t help that one of the hottest ones, in her mind, was seated to her left and getting an eyeful. Any of those social anxieties melted away as a particularly gruesome wave crashed against her strained exit. She held her breath, her face twisted in agony, and she squeezed her crotch hard between rock-solid thighs. A drop of sweat traced the valley of her spine down to the elastic band of her panties as she remained locked in her position. Her eyes blurred behind a veil of fresh tears. A wave with twice the fury of the first followed soon after. Forty-five minutes remained of this class. She clenched everything, from her teeth to muscles she didn’t know the name of. Her bladder commanded her to pee. And in a half-second of exhaustion, her body acquiesced — while her brain exploded with protests. HOLD it. A beam of water that felt like molten, liquid metal roared against the gusset of her panties for the entire duration. She felt it in her fingers — Vibration. Heat. Wetness. The latter she did not feel until after the beam had ceased… She dared not to imagine that this was her limit. No. With another entire class to follow this one, it couldn’t be. There must have been something she had allowed with that last leak; any other explanation would not allow her to persist. She didn’t need to pee. She wanted to pee. And she’d allowed her willpower to fail in the face of the severity of that want. That was all. The desire to deflate the watermelon in her abdomen was simply greater today… There was a very obvious reason for this: unlike all of the days before, she did not relieve herself after lunch. Yes, she might have “tempted fate” with a tall can of tea… But usually, she’d be able to contain it as well as another whole water bottle until the end of the day — albeit with extreme discomfort. And the two bottles of water she had finished during her first two classes usually made for an incredibly satisfying pee. Today, however, she’d been completely denied that satisfying pee. In fact, she had crushed her lunch’s can of tea and tossed it into the trash bag hanging off of the cleaning cart that blocked her bathroom’s door. The custodian inside was scrubbing away at the only toilet she could use. He must have heard the sound, because he had waved to her — entirely unaware of the hell he had consigned her to. Two bottles of water. One tall can of tea. At least two trips to the water fountain. All said and done, it couldn’t have been much over a couple of liters. Packed into one girl’s bladder for several hours, though, it might as well have been an ocean. Twenty-five more minutes of this class. The guys had returned their attention to the instructor as she continued the vicious, seated dance with which she hoped to woo Fate into giving her a more desirable outcome. Fate rejected her advances with another searing leak. Fifteen more minutes. The crotch of her pants was wet. It’d have been visible had the hands jammed between her thighs not covered up the failures of her endurance. Don’t pee, don’t pee, don’t pee, don’t pee… T-ten minutes. Nine. Squirt — for a full second. Eight. Seven. Dribble — for a second and a half. She could feel the dampness spreading under her butt. She was actively crying now — and the guys around her had taken notice. Six… It was… impossible. She hadn’t let any of it out. The piss had simply been forced out by the laws of physics. Her bladder, agonizingly stretched to its absolute maximum capacity — could contain nothing more. It felt as if every minute or two, her kidneys would send another sprinkle of fresh urine down to her tortured bladder — and the new would simply push out the old. Five more minutes. Her resolve was broken; after this class, she’d need to go back to her dorm room. She’d hang her purse behind her back to hopefully cover up the wet patch spreading from her crotch to the seat of her pants. Her hands would obscure the front. Four more minutes. Another half-second vibration of pee hissed heavily against the wet fabric of her panties and shorts. Three… Two… The instructor looked at his watch after answering a question from one of the other students. One… She was the first out of the room. She was sure that she’d left a tiny puddle on her chair, but that humiliation meant nothing in the face of instinct: she needed to pee. She needed to pee right now. In fact, she needed to pee a while ago — now, she was slowly peeing her pants. There was no time to make it back to her bathroom. She had to go here, or she’d be using her pants and the floor. She stepped into the bathroom at the end of the hall and ignored the three guys who were already inside. She’d already tugged her shorts and panties down by the time she was halfway across the room — her target was the last toilet at the end. The “stalls” in this hellscape didn’t have doors. Rather, they were separated by slim, doorless dividers. She threw herself onto that last toilet and her ass hadn’t even reached the seat before a roaring stream of piss exploded from between her legs. She buried her face in her damp hands and sobbed as the hot piss that had tormented her for hours thundered against the porcelain. She peed and peed, but did not even begin to feel the relief for the longest time. The guys had surrounded her, clearly drawn by the sound of the woman-turned-firehose. She did not hear what they said — perhaps it had been some kind of teasing. She simply continued to cry into her hands. Yes, a portion of these tears were dedicated to her all-consuming mortification; her still full-force gush had by now left her observers in silence. But, truthfully, she was crying mostly because of how good it felt.
    19 points
  4. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    "She's peeing herself because she... is stuck in Thanksgiving traffic!" Poor Turkey Girl Tara isn't even traveling for Thanksgiving; this is just her trip back home after work! She held it for as long as she could --- and she couldn't even pee before leaving! Maybe she could have made it, but in the end, the Turkeyday traffic sealed her fate! As usual, the nude and textless versions are available on my Patreon!
    19 points
  5. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    THERE'S MY HAT! >:0 I decided to mix in a little holiday spirit into this month's Solitary Confinement Poll winner --- two girls going head-to-head in a 1-v-1 game after chugging a ton of water (or in this case, everyone's favorite diuretic) where only the winner gets sweet, sweet relief in the end! And while Sandy might have pitched the idea, she seems to have underestimated just how good Harlyn is at holding in her pee! Well, now she's in for a really long night... Maybe it'll help if she thinks dry thoughts! X3 Oh, and of course, HAPPY HALLOWEEN!~
    18 points
  6. Wet shorts

    From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    First, her wriggling stopped. The couch stopped bouncing, and her knees went still. I heard her grunt out a sign that she'd reached her limit, and then heard splashing. The splashing wouldn't stop for a while, and in that time I got to feel the couch growing warm and damp underneath my hand...got to feel the carpet below me soak in what had been spilled onto it...But the best thing I felt was warm urine, splashing onto my leg
    18 points
  7. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    Turkey Girl is BACK! This year her bladder is fuller than ever, and her costume is even MORE humiliating!!! Hey, you can't blame management if a sexy turkey girl waddling around in desperation results in more sales! XD As usual, the nude and textless versions are available on my Patreon! ~~ To quote one of the greatest* horror movies of all time, Thankskilling, "Gobble Gobble, mother fuckers!" Omovember is here once again, and dammit, I'm going to try my hardest to pull it off a second time! Just like last year, I have a little backlog prepared (3 as opposed to 6 images this time), since my goal is to give you guys tons of new Omo art and not to personally challenge myself to finish something every day! Wish me luck! X] To start the month out, as with last year, I've got a more "finished" image --- full color and everything. If you're unfamiliar with Omovember, the idea is pretty simple: produce an image for every day in November with each being based on a prompt from a list provided at the start of the month! I came up with my own list again, and similarly, I'd hardly call them all "original" ideas. Mostly, I just wanted a list of somewhat diverse prompts, and I wanted to mix them up so that they stay interesting! I also tried to keep them relatively ambiguous so they could be tackled in different ways (which might be helpful if anyone is insane enough to try to follow along)! XD In Omorashi, there are generally two "camps". In the first, you've got people who love seeing the humiliating accident and soaked panties. In the second, you've got people who love seeing the desperate struggle a girl goes through to avoid appealing to camp one! You can probably guess which one I fall into! X3 Anyway, because I'd like to appeal to both in some way, I've written my prompts so they can start with either of the following: A: “She is peeing herself because she / but she…” B: “She needs to pee really badly because she / but she…” Prompts: 01 …Is in a costume. (A throwback to last year!) 02 …Was dared to hold it in for a very long time. 03 …Is performing or giving a presentation. 04 …Is stuck in (Thanksgiving?) traffic. 05 …Can’t get her pants off. 06 …Is in the middle of a motorcycle ride. 07 …Threw out the only bottle she could have peed in! 08 …Is afraid of the snake! 09 …Wants to for you. :3 10 …Is stuck on hold! 11 …Is climbing a mountain. 12 …Keeps having the door shut in her face. 13 …Is being punished! 14 …Can’t get to the bathroom while naked. 15 …Is riding a roller coaster. 16 …Is getting a bladder ultrasound. 17 …Doesn’t want to be found in a game of hide-and-seek. 18 …Is being bullied. 19…Is “stuck”! X3 20 ...Can’t get any privacy. 21 …Is being chased. 22 …Got caught. 23 *Thanksgiving*! 24 …Has to watch someone else pee to their heart’s content! 25 …Isn’t allowed to pee. 26 …Can’t find the ladies’ room. 27 …Is being brutally teased by her friends. 28 …Drank a strong and doubly-hydrating diuretic. 29 …Is in a pridacement-bondage-esque setup. 30 *Freebie!* (And don't worry, I haven't forgotten about the need to have some fluffier entries!) ;]
    17 points
  8. Water Dragon problems

    From the album: Monsters girls need to go

    Due to spending so much time underwater, Water dragons have developed large bladders to swim for longer hours at a time. So when it’s time to “release the flood” it can take a while much to other dragons unfortunate
    17 points
  9. 2024021301 - A Teacher's Night

    From the album: Munio 2024

    "I purposely took my time correcting my students' tests so that I can end up being the last one left at school, therefor the only one who could turn on the security system before leaving for home. There was something I wanted to do on the platform, where the students were paying attention to just some hours ago."

    © 2024 Munio

    16 points
  10. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    Welcome, adventurers, to the Tinkling Tankard --- the cleanest Inn on this side of the kingdom! We offer warm beds for the night, crystalline spirits to raise your spirit, and the most dedicated barmaidens! So come on in, take a seat, and let one of our beautiful ladies fill your mug again and again 'til your head's spinning! You'll never run dry here, because they'll top you off on your very last sip --- that's the Innkeeper's guarantee! (And that'll hold true no matter how badly they've gotta pee!) X3
    16 points
  11. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    "She has to pee really badly, because she... wants to hold it for you!" What can I say but " 'atta girl?!" That is indeed one good "kitty!" X] As usual, the nude and text-less versions are available on my Patreon!
    16 points
  12. DRYIN' UP

    From the album: The Art of Gothes

    16 points
  13. Wee Deliver!

    From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    Two ideas won the Solitary Confinement poll for July, so here's the first!~ Story Time! "Tic Tic Tic !" says the turn signal as she makes a pass down the opposite side of the street. It seems everyone's been ordering something lately, and even this next house is on her list. She brings the van to a halt as slowly as she can, but doesn't hop out. Instead, she wrenches the transmission lever into park before she immediately throws both of her hands between her thighs and squeezes. She grinds her ass into the seat as her knees frantically bob up and down. Her back arches as she folds forward and rests the bridge of her nose against the steering wheel. It's a ritual by this point, and one she conducts with every stop. She doesn't need to unbuckle her seat belt --- she'd banished it an hour ago. She can't wipe the tears off her face, because that would mean sacrificing the few very precious seconds she had to continue her seated dance. Through glazed eyes she decides that there is no use in waiting longer. Her fingers quiver as she removes them from her crotch and reaches for the button on her pants. She works quickly to refasten it, and then moves on to the grave torture of buckling her belt. Finally, she can clear the tears from her eyes, but she is nevertheless practically sobbing by this point. Stepping out of the van, she moves around to the back with her arms stiff against her sides. There, she jogs in place and hops while she struggles to simultaneously open the door. Inside, a small package rests on the floor of the van --- but it is mercifully close to the rear bumper. She grabs for it, and whispers a thank you to the fact that she doesn't need to use the two-wheel hand-truck. She ascends onto the cement porch, continuing her dancing the entire way. No one's ever home this time of day --- an agonizing reality given her situation. Regardless, company protocol demands she knock before she is permitted to leave the package at the foot of the door and scamper back to her van. To her immense shock, it opens! Now is her chance... Now is her only chance. No one else is home. "H-hey! I have your package, but can I please, please, please use your bathroom?!!" she barks instantly. "P-please! You've been the only person home o-on my route, a-and I'm about to pee my p-pants!" She holds her breath as she awaits your response... XD
    15 points
  14. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    Merry Christmas, everyone! I hope you guys are having a great one!
    14 points
  15. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    "She has to pee really badly, but she... was dared to hold it in for a very long time!" (I forgot that I made the deadline for this challenge 8am too, lol!!) Tia bet Liliana she couldn't hold her pee all night, starting at 8pm for $100, so the game is on! All that's left to do now is place your bets too! XD I also finally remembered that bladder gauges are a thing! As usual, the nude and text-less versions are available on my Patreon!
    14 points
  16. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    "She has to pee really badly, but she... threw out the only bottle she could pee in!" Someone needs to tell Chelsea to stop taking elevators! She seems to break every one she gets into! And for added irony, the trashcan into which she threw her only salvation was right outside the elevator door! XD I can practically taste the regret! As usual, the nude and text-less versions are available on my Patreon!
    14 points
  17. Raining

    From the album: Trij's art

    14 points
  18. WET

    From the album: The Art of Gothes

    14 points
  19. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    A warm-up I did a little bit ago. XD Now excuse me while I go trash my entire prison so Harlyn has to spend a really long time cleaning it out! X3
    13 points
  20. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    Whew! This one was a challenge in terms of all the stuff it has going on; I even had to re-do the top-left image twice! But it was probably nothing compared to the challenge Tammy decided to undertake --- banning herself from a toilet for 24 hours and doubling the number of drinks she has in a day! She even spiced it up by trying to make any unavoidable peeing unique! Her basil probably won't survive the deluge, but at least we can give her credit for using a dustpan to funnel her pee outside! That said, she would have had a much easier time coming up with new "solutions" if she just held it like she was supposed to! XD
    13 points
  21. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    Just use the trough --- we know you want to!~ :3 Or keep holding it. That'd be even better... This might or might not be a mix between my Patrons wanting to see a continuation of a little Sci-Fi idea I showed them a while ago and my having played a bunch of Descent the week before...
    13 points
  22. Desperate Dragon

    From the album: Monsters girls need to go

    Her name is Pond, she a water dragon. Unfortunately for her water dragons have huge bladders, so let hope she can find some where to relive herself
    13 points
  23. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    "She has to pee really badly, but she... is being punished!" PREQUEL?!?! Courtney and Alexis decided to have a little bit too much fun in Courtney's mom's car --- and Courtney pushed Alexis a little bit too far. The resulting scent of urine was not something she could cover up.... Doubling the misfortune, Courtney's mom ended up driving the chancellor of Nitefield State University to the stadium that night! Needless to say, she is VERY displeased! And she came up with a very fitting punishment for her unruly daughter! X] As usual, the nude and text-less versions are available on my Patreon!
    12 points
  24. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    "She really has to pee, but she... is getting a bladder ultrasound!" Poor Ivy --- it's probably hell having a nurse roll an ultrasound scanner over her insanely full bladder!!! As usual, the nude and text-less versions are available on my Patreon!
    12 points
  25. ARTEMIS

    From the album: The Art of Gothes

    12 points
  26. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    "She has to pee really badly, but she... is stuck on hold!" "Nature is calling, and she is pissed!" Ok, it's a bit of a flip of the script, but @OmoNadia gave me this idea and it was just WAY too good not to use --- putting nature on hold! XD As usual, the nude and text-less versions are available on my Patreon!
    12 points
  27. Important Business

    From the album: Inktail's Furry Omorashi

    Those limo cocktails really had gone right through him. After gritting his teeth through the slow traffic, Vesper arrives at his soirée barely holding on. But with the bathroom so close, certain other guests are infuriatingly insistent about their own orders of business.
    12 points
  28. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    Today's was a freebie --- so I went with "She really has to pee, but... I fell asleep!" X] That's a wrap on Omovember for 2023 --- a few hours late, but it's complete nevertheless! Thank you all so much for following along this entire time, and I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did! As usual, and with all of these Omovember images, the nude and text-less versions are available on my Patreon!
    12 points
  29. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    "She really needs to pee, but she... is in a predicament-bondage-esque set-up!" Oh, poor Thisbe... X3 The nude and text-less versions are available on my Patreon!
    12 points
  30. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    "She has to pee really badly, but she is... not allowed to pee!" Gotcha! Yeah, those six months would be in addition to the punishment I'm giving her for trying to run away! X] As usual, the nude and text-less versions are available on my Patreon!
    12 points
  31. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    "She has to pee really badly, but she... keeps having the door slammed in her face!" After being fired from her delivery job for "ruining a company uniform," Amy finds herself in a very similar predicament --- she's gotta piss like a racehorse, but no one open will open the door for a door-to-door saleswoman! XD As usual, the nude and text-less versions are available on my Patreon!
    12 points
  32. GOTH

    From the album: The Art of Gothes

    12 points
  33. An amazing commission of Shizuku from Rune! https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/112278028 Our adorable puddle pup, filled to the brim, desperately shifts and squirms on top of a puppy pad. Even at the point of bursting, she keeps her hands held firm, only her legs crossed and dancing around as she fights off the urge without directly holding herself, before eventually succumbing to her desperation and filling the room with the sound of a golden waterfall running down her legs and pattering onto the puppy pad below
    12 points
  34. Pet

    From the album: Here4theFun's Digital Art

    Pets aren't allowed to use the bathroom.
    12 points
  35. From the album: Gwien's New Stuff

    Odalia Blight (from The Owl House) has a shitty day- she had a huge poo accident in her undies. How do you guys think it happened? Distracted by being a bitch to people? Couldn't hold it? Tried to fart but pushed WAY too hard? Or maybe she secretly likes it...
    11 points
  36. Omonaut

    In space, no one can hear you squirm. Which is a shame, really.
    11 points
  37. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    And, of course, there had to be an alternate ending where her friend *cough* rightly *cough* decides that those five seconds of relief were plenty! XD
    11 points
  38. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    "She really has to pee, but she... has to watch someone else pee to their heart's content!" XD I'm sorry this one's a little late! I have family visiting at the moment, and getting anything done with them around is a bitch! :| Poor Penny is getting double-teamed by Courtney and Alexis! I can't say I regret teaching them about belly-chains, though! XD As usual, the nude and text-less versions are available on my Patreon!
    11 points
  39. 11 points
  40. Catboy Bed Wetting

    From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    What? That's how cats mark their territory
    11 points
  41. From the album: Monsters girls need to go

    Damn it’s been a while since I posted here Winner gets to go to the bathroom room, loser wets themselves. Vote for either Rei or Ren. edit: Poll numbers Rei- 4 Ren- 4 next vote is the winner
    10 points
  42. SNOW

    From the album: The Art of Gothes

    10 points
  43. Motorway Misery5.jpg

    From the album: bustin2pee's artwork

    © bustin2pee

    10 points
  44. 10 points
  45. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    "She has to pee really badly, but she... is performing or giving a presentation!" Ok, so maybe her "performance" is a live-streamed pee dance, but who's gonna complain? XD This is actually a direct continuation of Omovember 2022's Day 28, and @OmoNadia helped me with the idea for it, lol. As usual, the nude and text-less versions are available on my Patreon!
    10 points
  46. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    Completed shortly after the worst of my bout with Covid (yeeeeee...), so it's not quite as good as I'd like it to be. Here is a prequel to the Turbulence images --- now you can see how devastating getting pulled out of that bathroom ended up being for poor Ivy! She had already been desperately waiting for it to be fixed! As with pretty much every non-comic image I've done in recent years, the nude and textless versions are available on my Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/jailoreckman And if you haven't seen those Turbulence images yet:
    10 points
  47. SHOPPEEING

    From the album: The Art of Gothes

    10 points
  48. F YOU

    From the album: The Art of Gothes

    10 points
  49. Commission 40

    From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    Poor Nyx is on a hot date with her girlfriend and trying to enjoy a steamy make-out session, but her bladder is about to pop! Unfortunately, the only bathroom for miles is that creepy old rest-stop... Thank you to StandH for the commission --- and for putting up with the covid delay! The nude and HUD-free versions of this are available on my Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/jailoreckman
    10 points
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