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  1. Thought I'd write another fic since a lot of people enjoyed my last one! Doing some experimenting with new characters this time~ - It's Thursday - the weekly 'date night' for Lola and her boyfriend, Jack. Tonight, Lola invited Jack to her place for a movie, but beforehand she took him out for the usual fast food and cheap alcohol (with some soda too! Can't have fast food with the soda). It's not easy trying to impress someone on a low budget, but she manages to make do. Jack doesn't mind, either, because he loves her. After a good 10 minutes of looking, Lola finally finds a movie worth watching. The thing is, it's 3 hours long. And all that cheap booze and soda pop is going to go straight through her before the movie is up. Our story begins when the movie has another hour left. Lola is super invested in the movie, and is too stubborn to budge. Her fidgeting is very noticeable, and Jack takes notice of this. He doesn't say anything, as he finds her squirms very cute, and he wouldn't want her to stop so soon. As the movie continues, her movements become more erratic, making Jack focus less on the screen, and more on his frantic partner, who by this point has her foot jammed into her crotch in an attempt to stop any leakage. The movie finally finishes, and Lola is now freely able to get up and go to the bathroom. The thing is, however, is that she can't. She's held it in for too long, and now she knows for certain that if she stands up, her bladder will give way and leak everywhere. Her mind races, trying to figure out a solution, all while Jack pretends to look at his phone, in reality sneakily watching her try to find a solution to her problem. Jack has been watching this unfold for about 45 minutes and he's enjoyed it just a bit too much. He wants to get up and help her, but he doesn't want Lola to notice his bulge, and find out that he's into watching her try not to piss herself, so he continues pretending not to know what's happening. Lola, in her frantic state of mind, finally comes up with an idea; She'll slowly scoot off the couch, slowly land on the floor, and then try to scoot over to the bathroom without any leaks. It's foolproof, she thought to herself, as she put both of her hands on the couch, ready to push herself forwards and onto the floor. Jack realises what's happening as she does her first push towards the edge of the couch, and his horny mind is racing. He knows what she's trying to do, and he knows it won't work. His phone mask is gone, and his hand is in his boxers, a tight grip on his member. He is way too horny to try and stop this, but he makes a mental note to himself to find her some of his PJs after this happens. Lola pushes herself up when she reaches the edge of the seat, and slowly inches herself down off the front of the couch. She thinks she's safe to let go of the couch and drop onto the floor, but-- SLAM!!! She hits the floor with a thud, the impact stinging her buttocks and releasing her bladder. She tries her hardest to stop the flood, frantically pushing her hand to the stream in an attempt to plug it up, getting her hands wet in the process, but it's too late. Jack has now pulled his pants and boxers down and is masturbating to the events unfolding right before his eyes. Lola panics as the golden stream floods out from her pants and all over the floor, until she notices Jack. She gives him a disapproving look, but her red face (and growing puddle) just makes her cuter. She stands up, and walks over to Jack, kneeling her wet self in front of him and his throbbing member. "You're such a perv", she exclaims, as she takes off her wet pants, revealing to him her fully wetted pink panties. "You like when I do this, don't you?", she giggles to herself as she grinds the cold, damp panties on the tip of his cock. "Lola, I'm gonna--" "No, you're not" Lola stops grinding and pulls her panties aside, almost immediately slipping Jack inside her, the two of them become one with each other. As they both draw close, the two lovers look at each other in lust, knowing that they've felt a strong connection over such a small accident. Today, Lola figured out that Jack likes to watch her squirm, and she's got a great idea in store for her next date night...
  2. Another fic! Maybe I'll start doing these more often. I've had this idea for a while and I've utilised it in the Discord server before, but I feel like someone here would enjoy reading about it. - Lynne is a ditzy devil-maid. She always gets her daily routine in a muddle. Because of this, she likes to keep a schedule in her mind of what she does every day and she tries to stick to it as best as possible. 'Okay,' she thinks to herself, while sipping her third cup of tea, served to her by her master, 'So, I'll clean the house, then I'll make his lunch, then I can have a break for myself'. She repeats this in her head so she remembers what she's doing and when. As she finishes up the first room of the house, she feels a pressure in her bladder. It's only a small urge, so she ignores it, and adds it to her schedule, just before her break. It shouldn't be too long before she finishes cleaning, so she continues. Until... "Oh, Lynne!", her master calls out, "Would you care for some more tea?" This question divides her. She knows if she drinks more, she'd surely regret it sooner or later, and it'd mess up her mental to-do list, but she can't deny her master, and she loves their tea. After a large mental battle, she begrudgingly obliges, knowing she'd have to try to hurry up her cleaning before the urge hits her. Fast forward about 30 minutes and she's upstairs, away from her master, dusting the spare rooms and keeping them in tip-top shape. She's been holding this whole time and she's getting the hang of it, all the tea she's been drinking slowly creeping into her bladder, trying to escape. Lynne knows that it wants out and thinks she's doing a great job not letting any stray droplets stain any part of her. She thinks it's quite fun, and she makes a mental note to try holding her pee in a lot more often, as a challenge. This overzealous attitude causes the devil-horned maid to relax just a bit too much, and she hears a small pitter-patter on the wooden floor. This sudden leak causes her to panic, her face now a slight pink, and her hands pushing at her crotch. She manages to keep the rest in, but she knows she needs to speed up a lot more, otherwise she'd have more to clean! She quickly glances around the room, making sure her master isn't around to see her, before lifting her maid-dress to assess the damage. Her white panties are soaked. They're stuck to her skin, and it makes her nether regions cold. She wants to take them off, but she's certain she'll leak again, and it's the only thing stopping her from doing more cleaning (Besides, wet clothes are easier to clean, and less embarrassing, then a wet floor!). She quickly hops from room to room, giving each one a quick clean - she can't concentrate on doing a good job as her urge gets worse with every room she cleans, and she could always do a second clean-over when she wasn't holding back 4 cups of tea. As she finally finishes cleaning her last room, a big wave hits her bladder. She has to pee. Now. She powerwalks over to the bathroom (she thinks running inside isn't polite of her) and grabs the doorknob, finally ready to release the flood she's been holding in all day. "Oh, Lynne!", her master calls, "Could you come in here for a minute?" She is mentally annoyed. She puts her master above everything else, even her bathroom privileges, so she has to tend to their needs before her own. She slowly tries to walk down the stairs without leaking. "Y-yes, master..?", she asks, desperately trying not to arouse suspicion. "You have forgotten to clean the fireplace", they explain, "There's dust all over it!" Lynne is scared. The fireplace is the hardest thing in the house to clean because she's not tall enough to reach it! Whenever she goes to clean it, she has to stand on her tippy-toes, which starts to hurt after a while, and she has to clean it with a full bladder! She stands in front of the fireplace, staring at it, feather duster in her hand. She assesses the situation, asking herself, 'how do I clean this without wetting myself?'. She sighs as she braces her bladder for the stress, and she stands on her toes. Both of her legs are clamped together, and her dress is stuffed between them. Anything to keep herself closed until she's done. As she cleans, her toes begin to hurt, but she tries to keep on dusting. Lynne's feather duster speeds up, and dust flies everywhere. A small cluster of dust flies up, the mischievous little devil tickles the poor blonde's nose. "Ah---" "-choo!" Lynne sneezes, her stance gives way, and she falls flat on her bottom. "Hssss......" The impact causes her bladder to burst, and she feels a mix of embarrassment and relief. A huge puddle forms at her feet, as her dress and panties end up soaked. Lynne is red as a tomato, her hands covering her face as the stream slows down to a stop. Her master comes in to investigate the commotion, and walks in to see Lynne, curled up and red, sitting in a puddle of her own urine. "Oh, Lynne...", they say, rushing in to comfort her, "If you needed to go, you could have just said so!" She tears up, not because of the events, but because now she has to find the mop!
  3. Oh dear, she's so desperate to go! I'd love to keep staring at her until she breaks~
  4. Hey! This is my first omorashi story - I've not really done much writing, especially in this field, but I'm willing to try at least this once. -- "Don't take long!", she shouted out of the car window toward her friend. He always takes long - shouting makes little difference. Evelyn and her friend Daniel had just gone out to lunch, fast food was her treat. They'd both ordered a burger and fries, Daniel had chosen a small drink which went right through him and into his small bladder, but Evelyn had decided to one-up him and get a larger drink. She always likes to make sure she's superior to him in every way, even the smaller things - she's only 2 inches taller than him, but she enjoys calling him tiny. It gets on his nerves, but it's all in good fun. It's boring, waiting in a car for someone to finish using the bathroom at the gas station - fiddling with the buttons, tuning the radio into random stations, snacking on leftover fries and taking long sips of a drink. It starts to agitate her, all this waiting - but she's not realised how much she's drank, and she's going to regret it. A slight urge to pee starts to appear, but she can't go, at least not now, she hates gas station bathrooms, plus if she gets up to pee, what if Daniel finishes first and comes out to see her gone? She won't look as high and mighty as she wants to seem - especially with such a tiny urge. Evelyn brushes it off, but tries not to sip her drink anymore just in case - A small urge like this is a piece of cake to get rid of, she can just wait til she gets back home to use the bathroom. Her mind begins to slowly drift off - why is he taking so long? What could he possibly be doing in there? During this absent minded think, Evelyn doesn't realise she's been sipping her soda this entire time and begins to panic, she must have drank at least half by now - she's going to wet herself at this rate. The urge had grown exponentially while she'd been daydreaming and it's starting to hurt. It's too late to get up now. Tiny spurts begin leaking out of her - her panties stained with dark spots. She had to find a place to go, and fast, before her car gets ruined. Panic sets in - where to pee, where to pee? Her eyes dart around the dashboard; the cup holder? Too small - and where would I put my drink? The glove compartment? And ruin my CDs? No thanks. The last place her eyes land on is the half-empty large soda cup. She sighs, as she picks it up. It's the only place that won't leave a mess everywhere - but what do I do about the soda that's still in it? After a short delay, and a quite large, alarming leak, Evelyn reluctantly downs the rest of the soda as quickly as she can to make room for the contents of her bladder, which hopefully will all fit inside the cup. The brain freeze is minute compared to the pain in her lower region. She quickly peeks out of the window, just in case her friend is finally out - the only time she wishes he was still taking forever, and then unbuckles, manoeuvring herself over the now open takeaway cup. She pulls up her skirt, revealing her black panties (thank god the wet patches don't show up as easily on them), pulling them aside. Almost immediately after she had revealed her pussy to the cup, her bladder had exploded. The big eruption was almost too big to contain - it felt like her bladder was excited to finally get the pressure off. Evelyn was peeing for what felt like forever - her face red as a tomato from a simultaneous feeling of relief and embarrassment. She just hoped nobody heard the loud hisses coming from the car. After she had finished, she used a napkin to finish up (and to clean up all the pee that had missed the cup), and readjusted - as if nothing had happened. Another few minutes pass, and out comes Daniel - blissfully unaware to the events that transpired. He sits down in the car, and glances at Evelyn, still slightly embarrassed - she's been thinking about what happened. "Yo, Evie, you okay?", he asks her. She takes a minute to reply, but eventually, she tells her "Y....yes...I'm fine...can we go home now?" Evelyn wanted to get home as quickly as possible and change out of her wet panties. The events had made her horny, too - she wanted to be "alone for a while". She just hopes he doesn't find out about this - this would make him seem more superior than her, because he actually pee'd into a toilet. -- Sorry it's so short! It's my first day. Maybe I'll write more in the future, who knows?
  5. teevex

    OmoSuba!!

    I also require more - Maybe some Aqua too.
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