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    • By Nick_Donovan in Status blog
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      So for the past... about a year or so, I've had my avatar be a wetting drawing of Madame Broode from "Super Mario Odyssey". However, it's not an image I own: I commissioned FurAffinity user TheHiddenGaze to do it for me in December of 2019 (you could actually see their signature). Now that 2021 is well underway, I felt it was also time for me to update as well. About a week ago, I did a hold over on Discord, and there was a photo I took of my crotch area that I shared. I decided to make this be my new avatar since it's actually properly representative of me, so now that's what you'll be seeing on any of my posts here.
      Oh, and as a quick aside: requests for my next "Garry's Mod" image upload block will be opening before January is over, so keep an eye out for that!
    • By Nick_Donovan in Status blog
         13
      Hey, all! I meant to upload this on October 20, but it doesn't look like that actually went through. Because of this, I'm kind of late getting this up. Hope that doesn't bother anyone!
      Anyway... nine request slots are up for grabs in this upload block. Similar rules to the last few times: users can't have any more than one slot taken from each successive group of three. Just look through the attached file to check availability.
      OmoOrg request history.txt
    • By omorashi_jones in Omorashi Jones
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      2020 was a fairly productive year for me. All I did was stay home and draw omo... a lot of omo.
      For all the support I’ve received, both financially and emotionally, I truly am grateful. On the practical side of things, financial support from my patrons  allows me to continue drawing omo for a living. I used to work in food service and draw as a hobby, but I was so exhausted from work that I couldn’t produce much. I want to continue to make a lot of high quality content for everyone, and Patreon helps make that possible.
      It’s not just money that sustains me, though. I’ve been very lucky to receive a lot of positive feedback, and even some constructive criticism. This tells me that people care about my art, which motivates me to keep going. To everyone who followed, liked,  or commented on my art, I really wanna thank you from the bottom of my heart. So... THANK YOU!!!!!
      I have some cool stuff planned for next year, so stay tuned! My plans are to make more comics and to practice animation.
      Cheers, everyone! Happy new year!!

    • By FMShyGirl in On a Bus
         6
      I’m on a bus. A hot bus. Well, a school bus, more specifically. We’re on a field trip. A long one, at that. I’m sitting somewhere near the middle of the bus, on a seat on my own. I happened to get put on the bus with none of my friends. Well, it’s not a big deal, I’ve got my video games with me.
      Although, as I sit here, sweating in my short jean shorts and Nintendo t-shirt, I wish that our school had enough money for buses with modern things like “air conditioning”. That, and wishing I had worn shorter socks. These ones go up to my thighs. But I love them, and I think they’re super cute. So I suffer through.
      Most of the people I know who have Nintendo 3DS’s have them purely to play Pokemon. Sure, I played Pokemon too, but I got done with it a long time ago and moved on to other games. But these people, they got it when I did and they’re still playing it! I wish there were more people who wanted to play things like Donkey Kong Country or Mario Kart with me. Although, maybe playing Pokemon for 220 hours in about four months was a bit much.
      So, back sticking to the seat, I’m slouched down, legs up on the seat in front of me. I’m sure it’s not very safe, but at least it’s comfy. From here, I play my 3DS, with the volume all the way up, yet pretty much unable to hear it over the sound of voices, the bus engine, and the road going by. Only when you’re trying to listen to something else do you realize how loud a school bus is.
      I haven’t gotten a new game in ages, so I’m just mucking around in various games, not doing much of anything. My neck starts to cramp, and I sit up. I have all these games to play, and yet boredom begins to sink in. I close my 3DS for the moment, and decide to look around a bit.
      Across the aisle, on my left side, sits another girl. She looks about my age, and about my height. She has short-ish black hair, down to about her neck. I can’t really see her face, because she’s looking down and away from me. She’s got on a black t-shirt and a jean skirt. I move the hair from my eyes, and notice she’s got her arms across her stomach, and she seems to be in some distress. Just as I was about to begin to wonder what was the matter, she crosses her legs and straightens up, apparently having recovered.
      So I try to see what else interesting I can see from where I am, and am disappointed to discover there isn’t much to see on a bus. Well, besides what’s outside the window, which for now is nothing but trees. Boring trees. I lean on the side of the bus and my arm, and play my 3DS for awhile.
      After about an hour of more trees, and more random game playing, I look over to my left again. The girl sitting over there is definitely uncomfortable now. Her legs are crossed, and she squirms around every once in awhile. And slowly, realization dawns on me. I watch intently now, in spite of myself. I finally happen to catch a glimpse of her face as well, and she’s very pretty, with bright green eyes.
      I’d like to go over and sit with her, to help her feel better, but I’m far too shy. So I watch, hoping she won’t notice. But she seems very focused on her own problems for the moment. We reach a bumpy section of pavement, and she seems to get worse. I can tell she’s running out of time, because she’s reached the point where she’s just openly grabbing herself.
      At this point, I can feel my own ‘lower regions’ becoming a bit damp. Slowly, I slide my hand into my shorts, making sure that nobody notices (and the only one around is the girl over there, and she’s too busy worrying about herself), and I pretend to play my 3DS. And I watch. I feel a bit bad about this, but I promise myself that if it gets too bad I’ll get over my shyness and go over to comfort her.
      I watch as she slowly squirms more and more. She’s trying very hard not to wet herself. It’s a valiant effort, but we still have a long way to go on this bus and she’ll never make it that far. Myself, I’m feeling very aroused at this point and I subtly move my fingers around in my shorts and stroke myself.
      I watch as she bends over double, both hands holding herself now. As she leans her head on the seat in front of her, I know she won’t last much longer. As I begin to get myself ready mentally to overcome my shyness to help comfort her, it happens. She begins to lose control. She grimaces, and tears trickle down her face. And something else trickles down the seat beneath her. The flow stops for a moment, and she tries to regain control, but I know at this point it’s over.
      I take my hand out of my shorts. I don’t wanna get too aroused, because then I’d feel kinda weird (well, weirder than I will regardless) when I went over to help her: “hi, you wet yourself and gave me an orgasm, but I’d like to help comfort you now”. So I watch as she gives in, sobbing, and it all flows out and off of the seat. And I enjoy the nice tingly feeling it gives me, watching, but it’d feel wrong to go ‘all the way’ with it. On a bus. Full of people.
      I sigh. The hissing sound seems to have stopped, but it’s still dripping from her seat. I actually happened to have brought a towel, so I look for it in my bag. I didn’t know this is what I’d be drying with it, but I feel it’s what I should do. I get the towel, and stand up and cross the aisle to her.
      “Uhm… hi” I say, rather nervously, “are you, uhm, okay…?” Of course she’s not okay, I think to myself. I must sound like an idiot, I think. But she looks up at me, tears in her eyes.
      “No”, she says, in a very small voice. I put the towel down on the seat, and I give her a hug, and she hugs me back. And she cries on my shoulder. I squeeze her tight and tell her to let it all out, and it’s okay, and I’m here to help her. Everything will be alright, I tell her.
      After she’s got all her tears out, she thanks me, and stands up, dripping. I feel a twinge in my shorts at the sight. I blush, and help her dry the bus seat with the towel. And then I invite her to sit with me where it’s dryer. We talk for a bit, and though I can tell she’s still very embarrassed, she’s feeling a lot better. I show her my 3DS, and I find out she likes video games, too! Before we get to talk for long, however, we reach a rest stop. If she could’ve held it just a little bit longer… I wouldn’t have made a new friend.
    • By Blueberrytart in Adventures in pee holding
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      No peeing between 8:30p and 4:30a PST. 
      I’m only allowed to pee every 3 hours.

      If I have dishes to do in the sink, that’s an extra hour between pees.
      if I don’t do my walk it’s an extra hour between Pees until I do it next. 
      if I skip yoga, I also skip my before bed pee. (Happens between 8p and 8:30p.)
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