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Being a tiefling and all, how much of a scamp is Dami? And has she ever gotten the other fellas to pee themselves due to "a little bit of trolling"?

Hmm. What do you think of the idea of drawing Shizuku, maybe trying to unbuckle a belt to take off her shorts while desperate?

Sorry for not responding, I was busy commiting tax fraud doing life stuff. "Ok, lil' Gli, just please tell us immediately if you feel anything different from normal. Y'know how these experimental things go, right? Only with divine intervention do they ever work first try. Although, I guess you could be considered divine, so who knows, we might have hit jackpot." I say, pretending that I'm not preoccupied about the chance that things might get worse. (Quietly to myself, hopefully outside the range of anyone hearing me) "I just hope the extra mass doesn't close up her urethra."

Sorry for the longer chapter, felt weird to cut it after the first conversation. Any criticism is welcomed. Chapter 3: Welcome to work The ride to the Amoz™ diaper factory was normal, although a bit quiet. After parking the car on the factory’s parking lot, Jason and Luna got out of the car before he told Luna: “Hey, Luna. Can you wait here a bit? I’ll go get a uniform for you.” “Okay, and don’t forget me.” “And when have I ever done such a thing?” “June 4th of 2190 at the clothing store of the mall.” “..at the clothing store of the mall” Jason already knew the end of that sentence. It was her favourite emotional blackmail “Ok, you win, I will definitely forget you again.” he joked before entering the elevator to the building. A few seconds later, Luna heard a little noise coming from behind the car. Checking it revealed her younger brother (20 years), Marshal, getting out of the trunk of the car and trying to be stealthy about it. “Marshal, what are you doing here?” Luna questioned him “I was… Stuck. You see, I got locked inside the trunk, and couldn’t get out.” “I see… And when did you get locked, exactly?” “Umm… Last night..?” “Really now? You absolutely were not there last night.” “You can’t prove that.” “What is it that you want at father’s work?” “I can ask the same to you.” “I wasn’t the one hiding inside the trunk.” “So I guess we’re even.” “We absolutely are not.” “Ok, how about this. You don’t tell dad about me being here, and maybe I’ll be able to help you with your incontinence.” “...I don’t think you’ll be able to.” Luna is interested in the offer, but disbelieves that Marshal would be able to do so. “I would bet dollars to donuts that I would.” “How?” “That’s the fun part. I’ll only be able to know how by searching around this factory.” “...That friend group is making you crazy.” “It’s not just a friend group, it’s a collective. And we know that this company is doing something fishy, there’s no way that the radiation can stay so high for so long.” “Ahh… You’re still crazy.” “Luna, I’m a nuclear chemist I lit-” “First year of college, let’s not forget that.” “Yeah, in my first year of college, but still, I studied radioactive elements already. A tritium bomb explosion’s radiation should already have become nearly harmless after more than 100 years.” “And your idea was to trespass on one of the biggest factories in the state and hope no one sees you?” “Pretty much.” “And if you don’t find anything here?” “There is something here. I guarantee.” Luna sighs, if there’s a way to help with her incontinence, she would love to know it, but how trustworthy were her brother’s claims? While she thought about it, the elevator door pings and Jason walks out holding a security uniform’s shirt, pants and hat. Meanwhile, Marshal hides behind the car and slowly crawls under it. “Here you go, I got the uniform” announced Jason “Aw, great, thanks.” she said, pretending that her brother wasn’t committing a criminal offence 3 metres from them. “To change, the restrooms are all in the main building, just take the elevator and we’re nearly there.” While they’re walking together and Jason describes the internal layout of the entire facility, Luna glances behind her and sees Marshal, half under the car giving her a thumbs up. "I guess there's no turning back now." She thought, just hoping that idea wouldn’t blow up on anyone’s face. After Luna put on the uniform, Jason guided her to the security room, which displayed several screens connected to cameras all around the factory, next to it, a large bookshelf filled with records of some sorts in coloured files. “...And this is mostly where I work. Few are the times I leave this room.” declared Jason “This is… A bit underwhelming actually.” “Yup. Welcome to the life of a chief. The pay gets higher and the work gets less fun.” “I guess promotions do have their drawbacks. But what exactly do you do here?” “Besides paperwork, I keep watch for any problems and tell the boots on the ground where to be and what to do.” “I see…” Luna then sees Marshal in one of the cameras. Because of that, she panics a little and quickly looks around for something to distract Jason, finding a diaper pail in the corner of the room. “The hell?” she thought, because, while it was normal for public places to have pails, it was normally inside restrooms. “Hold on a second right there. What’s that?” Luna asked, trying to pretend she’s not purposely delaying her father’s job. “It's a diaper pail.” “Uhh… And why is it here?” “That… You see…” There was no answer that wouldn’t sound terrible, he might be around 50, but he understood a bit of the young folks’ sensitivities. “It’s important for us to be as efficient with our time as possible. And there’s nearly no one here besides me most of the time. So… You know, we have to make it quick.” “Ew, gross!” “You’ll see that it’s pretty normal in most workplaces nowadays. Almost no one can afford to take breaks to change themselves.” “That sounds like some kind of human’s right violation.” “You get used to it.” he said, as he sat on his chair to start keeping track of the cameras. Marshal was still visible on the cameras, searching some drawers in some fancy room. “Hey, dad. What’s up with the bookcase?” she asked nervously trying to impede har father from looking at the camera. “Oh, this. It’s the physical records of all problems we’ve dealt with these past months.” “Wow. Are you sure? This much?” “Yeah. Although most of it is just teenagers throwing eggs through the windows and unions doing union stuff, you can keep calm, there’s probably not going to be a serious threat for us.” “Hold up, unions?” “They’ve been trying to co-opt more employees and have been doing more protests that end up in violence.” Luna didn’t question it, afterall, she wasn’t the professional that had been working in that company for years, but didn’t fully accept it either. “Is there any order to all of these?” “Yes, but the only ones you need to know right now is that each colour is a different issue we had.” “...Can I see one?” Luna asked pointing at the bookcase “Sure, just keep away from the black ones. Those are gruesome.” She took a blue file, which seemed to comprise the majority of the records and opened it. It was an event log of stolen shipments. Before Jason could turn back to actually pay attention at the cameras, Luna quickly asked: “What’s the deal with the missing shipments?” she feigned interest “What do you mean?” “Like, why are there so many?” “A mix between industrial sabotage, desperate resellers and terrorist groups that hate Amoz” “And what should we do about it? As security workers, I mean.” Jason’s eyes lit up. His daughter seemed to finally be interested in his work, even referring to herself along with the security team. He was absolutely prepared to explain the confusing mess that it was and waiting for this moment for years now. The happiness was enough to cause him to pee a little in his diaper, but not notice it. (Author’s note: You’re free to entirely skip the next paragraph) “I’m glad you asked, you see, in theory, we have nothing to do with it, since Amoz contracts another company, named “ProSec(™)”, to protect the shipments from this city. Therefore, the factory’s security team is completely separate from the team that protects the trucks. But you see, ProSec is owned by this Amoz factory, so there are two distinct security teams that are maintained in this building. Not only that, but ProSec doesn’t get its workers from hiring them normally, they contract Amoz itself for the security workers. So many of the factory’s guards, who are under my command, work for ProSec under another administration, but are still employed by Amoz as security guards. Because of that, we are currently the constant problem of both me and ProSec’s boss giving different orders to the guards and formation getting broken due to it. Of course, there is a security chief that has powers over everything, including me and ProSec's administration...” At some point, while Jason talked about the several layers of corporate nonsense maintained to exploit tax loopholes, Luna glanced at the screens and, seeing no signs of Marshal, quietly sighed from relief before asking “Ok, I understood nothing of that. Is it or is it not our responsibility to protect the shipments?” Jason gets a little bummed out, he expected Luna to get more interested, not less. “No, but I can affect how the cargo is secured. Shall we keep watch of the cameras now?” “Aren't two people watching the cameras a bit overkill?” “Well, it’s very easy for me to miss something. I’m not that accustomed to keeping track of so many screens like you kids.” “I’m not sure if that’s a compliment or a criticism” “When in doubt, take it as both.” “Interesting philosophy.” And then they both started actually doing the security's work, with Luna watching the several screens and Jason writing paperwork and taking notes on the workers. [END OF CHAPTER]

Chapter 2: The morning Opening her eyes, Luna was laid down in bed, half under her blanket wearing only a pajama top and her diaper, the alarm clock screamed in her ears. "Agh, dammit. Forgot to disable it yesterday." Like she always did right after waking up, Luna turned off her alarm and checked for any wetness or enlargement in her diaper, of which she found none, thankfully, she thought. Even though the girl was 25, she still had some control over her bladder, not a lot though considering that, upon getting off the bed to get properly dressed, she bent over in pain as her bladder suddenly began involuntarily contracting. Luna’s hands rushed to her crotch as she took a few steps towards the bedroom door, trying to reach the bathroom before wetting her diaper. She knew that peeing oneself was normal and that almost everyone in the world did so, but still, she felt very embarrassed by it, so any amount of control she could pretend to have was better than none, and any diaper she could avoid using is a bit of money she could save. Luna left her room whining in agony, and the bathroom was still a couple of metres away, just a bit down the hall. “I can do it.” She told herself “I am not yet incontinent.” Bursting open the bathroom door, Luna swiftly ran past the sink and the foldable changing table towards the toilet, as the first spurts began to leave her bladder. Lifting up the lid, she sat on the toilet, still with her diaper on, and slid the bottom aside, of course, with a little difficulty, but also successfully peeing inside the toilet. After calming down, Luna, still seated and peeing, stretched her left arm to close the door, but didn’t manage to reach it. Jason, Luna’s father, was walking through the hall when passed by the bathroom’s open door and saw that pathetic scene. He wore a security guard’s uniform, with dark blue dress pants and light blue buttoned shirt, just without the hat. “Uhh… Do you need help with that?” Jason asked awkwardly, Luna blushed upon knowing that someone saw that situation she got herself in. “Please, I would appreciate it.” With that answer, he closed the bathroom’s entrance. "Okay then, uh… I'll be in the kitchen now… Go there when you finish whatever it is you're doing." Jason informed his daughter through the door before leaving the hallway. Ending that embarrassing conversation, Luna noticed that she had, at some point, stopped peeing without noticing. Her diaper was a little wet from her not being able to hold for long enough, but, even though it wasn’t a “super soaker” that “holds up the entire day”, it could still comfortably soak up a full bladder’s worth of urine, so she decided to stay with the damp diaper. After finishing in the bathroom, she went to talk to her dad in the kitchen, who was eating his second slice of white bread directly from the bag and drinking his black coffee. “Well…Here I am.” Luna announced her presence “Thank god, else I’d be hallucinating.” Jason responded, joking. “What is it you wanted?” “Three things: First, why are you up already? I thought your university was on strike.” “Yeah, tit is. I just forgot to turn off the alarm.” “I see.” Jason took a sip of his coffee “What are they complaining about now?” “The usual, way too little funding, too few professors for too many classes, lack of infrastructure, et cetera, we’ve heard it a million times already.” “Oh please, they just don’t want to work.” “Dad, that’s not it. There’s good reasons for them to do it.” “If you say so, I'm not the student. Second thing: Since your university was on strike, what do you think about coming with me and learning how to work a little?” “In the factory?” “Yeah, you and me taking care of the factory’s security. You might even get contracted for something there.” “I guess that could be nice. Too much experience is never a problem, I suppose.” “Exactly, you’ll learn about a lot of things, even if you don’t want to work in security, you’ll take some know-how with you. And the faster you get a job, the better.” “Dad, it’s not just because I'll have a job that I'll be able to move out, you know that, right?” “Yeah, but you’ll be able to begin paying for the diapers you use.” “Touché… And what was the third thing?” “Me knowing when the bathroom was available. I have to change myself, and you should too, put on some pants.” Jason finishes drinking his coffee and leaves the piece of bread he was feasting upon on the counter to eat when he comes back. “Wait, we're going today?” “You’re already up, so why not?” “Does mom know?” “I talked to her yesterday about it. “But I don’t have a uniform.” “I’ll find one for you there. Come on, we have a schedule.” “Fine, damn, calm down, I still have to eat.” [END OF CHAPTER] I'm sorry the story is taking a bit to truly get going. Any criticism is welcome

I agree with BlueRaven. But if only one person is still awake, try to team up to cause the sleeping person to wet themselves in their sleep (that way we win the bet, hooray).

I tried to make this first chapter with nothing that can be considered sexual material, since it's supposed only to give context about the world (and also because it features 15 year olds). I'll see if I can make a bigger chapter 2 soon. Chapter 1: 10 years before anything happens. “...so, due to the radiation in the air, we humans suffer severe damage over the course of our lives. Specifically in the bladder.” A biology teacher lectured his 8th grade class. “That’s why the vast majority of adults suffer from incontinence.” Luna wasn’t particularly interested in biology class. Both from being a 14 year-old girl that could be doing anything else with her time, and from disliking that underfunded school with its underpaid teachers. At least that one seemed to be making an effort, but she would’ve bet even her soul that he wouldn’t last until the end of the week. “Did I ever see that ceiling fan ever working” Luna was thinking, not really paying attention in class. “Uh, Mr.Krupp, what’s incontinence?” Asked a kid. “It’s not being able to hold your pee until reaching the toilet. That’s why most people use diapers nowadays.” Answered the teacher. “Will that be in the test?” The same kid asked. “Yes, you will need to know that to answer some questions.” “So that means you’re wearing a diaper right now?” Another kid asked. Of course it had to be the class clown. “Well, yeah. Just remember that having to wear diapers doesn’t diminish anyone’s value” The teacher explains, keeping a clear head, while a chunk of the class laughs “I’m sure you know several people who wear them, hell, there’s probably students in here who already need to wear them, there’s no shame in that.” “My father doesn’t need a diaper. Why is that?” An actual well intentioned kid asked. “Uh, *clear throat* You see, we’re not sure yet why some people lose their bladder control upon aging, and why others don’t. The best explanation I’ve seen until now is that he may just be immune to it.” “Like cockroaches that survive nuclear explosions?” “That’s a way to think about it.” “Will that be on the test?” The first kid again. Luna is bored out of her mind, but she also didn’t want to fail biology class, and was genuinely curious about one thing. One single thing, mostly because she wanted to poke a hole on what was being taught. “Hey, teacher. Why does that radiation only affect the person’s bladder.” she asked. “Here’s the thing though, it doesn’t. In many cases the person’s bowels are affected as well. Someti-” The class clown then interrupted the teacher “Yoo, Mr.Krupp. What are bowels” “It’s poop” And most of the class, Luna included, began laughing. Because you may leave the 5th grade behind, but the 5th grade never truly leaves you. “Oh dear lord” The teacher sighed. If the bet really existed, Luna would’ve raised it to him not lasting until the end of the day. “Look, I know this is a funny topic, but it’s important for you to learn, guys. Someday, you or people you care about will become incontinent, so you should at least understand what’s going on and that it’s normal.” The laughter died down, not because of the teacher’s speech, but still he got some control over the class back. “Thank you. Anyways, back to the question, sometimes you can see people who can’t control their bowels. That is due to a different way the radiation damages their organism...” Luna began zoning out again. She was always more interested in history, learning about the times before the bombs, its doctrine and way of life, such an alien and yet similar world. Unfortunately, this was not history class, and she was sleepy. The tables the class had may be uncomfortable, and even possibly broken, but anywhere is a good bed for a student. S h e j u s t h a d t o c l o s e h e r e y e s . . . [End of chapter]

I need my "vibing Shizuku emote"

Detain. Study. Protect. DSP-170 “Urophilic disasters” Object Class: Perilous Detainment Procedures: We currently have no way to stop DSP-170 from occurring, but, since we can know where it will appear, a public warning and a specialised team will be sent to evacuate the affected area in case the anomaly affects a populated location. Description: DSP-170 are events that happen once every few months on any area of the planet. The duration of DSP-170 spans from a few seconds to more than one day, with the longest recorded DSP-170 lasting 33 hours and 48 minutes. When humans see themselves inside the affected zone, they begin engaging in several different urophilic (and, depending on the severity, coprophilic as well) behaviours, even on people that previously showed aversion to such things. The people in the centre of the affected area exhibit more intense urophilic behaviour than the people in the border. These behaviours can be divided between 5 types, which are explained on table 1, and they frequently overlap. The milder cases of DSP-170 only affect thoughts and mostly don’t affect human behaviour. When a DSP-170 severe enough to influence behaviour ends, the affected people’s memories during the anomaly are erased. It’s believed that DSP-170 is caused by the proximity to a strange mass (from now on referred to as DSP-170-1) floating inside the Earth’s magma. As the strange mass comes closer to the surface, larger areas are affected by DSP-170 and the more severe are the cases that follow. Currently, the Foundation has no way of knowing with certainty the composition of DSP-170-1, but, due to the abnormally high, yet still safe, background radiation measured during every DSP-170, it’s hypothesised that it’s made up by a long lived radioactive isotope. Table 1: Explanation of each type of behaviour caused by DSP-170, along with examples of common indicators presented by the affected people, the possible danger that each behaviour brings and the rate of people that develop such type of behaviour upon being affected by DSP-170. Type and explanation Common indicators Possible danger Rate per 100 affected people Aggressive: The affected person will attempt to force others to participate in the urophilic behaviour with clear dominance. Attacking others, forcing golden showers (both as givers and receivers) or forcing others to hold their pee. Assaults against others who may not compactuate to the aggressive’s wishes. This scenario is most likely when two aggressives interact. 34 Delusional: The affected person will develop delusions that rationalise their behaviour. Adoration of false gods, creation of theories with no real basis, incoherent lines of thought, disconnection with reality. In mild cases of DSP-170, where the memory isn’t wiped, the delusion may persist for a while. The delusions may put the people around in a dangerous situation. 25 Paranoid: The affected person will show themselves highly stressed while not participating in any urophilic behaviour, normally displayed as extreme fear, anxiety or anguish. Paranoia, social withdrawal, urophilic behaviour as coping. Fear may lead to aggression against others. 08 Lustful: The urophilic behaviour will sexually arouse the affected person. Masturbating or having sex in public while peeing, being peed on, holding their pee or forcing another to hold theirs. The spread of diseases, both sexual and non sexual, possible unwanted pregnancies. 69 Masochistic: The affected person will seek out pain and/or humiliation, normally with clear submission. Due to that, the people displaying masochistic behaviour can be used as “cannon fodder” for the aggressive types. Holding one’s pee beyond the pain threshold, enjoyment in being the receiving end of a golden shower, inserting objects inside one’s urethra. Holding pee for too long may cause bladder injuries and UTIs, to seek pain may cause the person to hurt itself. 46 In all cases, destruction and damage of property is a possible danger, and total physical restriction of the affected people is the best option for damage control in case evacuation is not possible. (TOP SECRET: Only level 5 personnel may access this) Log 11██-█, raw footage of Dr.Merryweather and Dr.Isabella being affected by DSP-170 on 17/01/20██. Only urophilia was reported during that event: (Dr.Isabelle, level 5 administrator and current highest authority in the building, is by her office’s table when Dr.Merryweather, level 4 researcher, knocks on the door before entering. Isabelle is wearing a dark yellow coat over a white buttoned shirt, which is tucked inside her dark green skirt. Merryweather is wearing a black buttoned shirt with tan dress pants that are clearly too small for him.) Dr.Merry: Excuse me, chief. Dr.Isabelle: What did Luna do this time? Dr.Merry: No, the visit isn’t about that, it’s about DSP-170. It seems it’s coming to this location. Dr.Isabelle: (gesturing to the chair in front of her table) Please sit down, do you know how long we have until then? (Dr.Merryweather sits on the chair in front of the office’s table) Dr.Merry: Less than seven days, that’s the best of our current estimates. Dr.Isabelle: (sigh) Okay, okay. Let’s see… We have a few hundred D-classes that we can’t evacuate. I’ll send an order to get all of them tied up. (Picks up direct landline to security head) Dr.Merry: Should we also tie the other Foundation’s personnel? Dr.Isabella: There is no need for that, I can just temporarily dismiss them all for the week. Excuse me a second. (To the person over the phone) Hey officer, get your team together, we have reason to believe all the D-Classes will present a threat… No, you don’t need to kill them all… How would it be a solitary with so many people?… Look, just restrain them until the problem is solved… Yes, all of them… I’m not sure, let me see (covers the phone microphone and turns to Merryweather) Should the security team restrain the D-Class being currently used? Dr.Merry: No, I was thinking of just keeping the subjects currently used locked inside the test rooms. We can redo the tests, if they become null. Dr.Isabella: Alright. (returns to phone) No, officer, we’ll handle those… We estimate a week… That’s great, I’ll be expecting updates, and remember, we don’t pay for “trying” (puts down phone). Now, doctor, back to business. Dr.Merry: …What? Dr.Isabella: Get back to work, the D-classes will all be dealt with by the end of the day, wasn’t that what you wanted? Dr.Merry: Isabella, we need either immediate evacuation or immediate restraining of everyone including the personnel, we have no idea how long we have. Dr.Isabella: We all have a job to finish, Merryweather, we can’t just stop everyone all of a sudden for something that might not even happen today. Dr.Merry: Chief, it’s for the Foundation’s safety. Dr.Isabella: Look, there’s just, you know, a lot of resources and responsibilities being poured into the Foundation, but we are on a tight budget. If it keeps you calm, tomorrow no one will need to come until we know that DSP-170 has passed, how about it? Dr.Merry: Oh, please, I know that’s administrator talk for “we got to make more money”. But I should make it clear that this is a risk that may backfire and… Dr.Isabella: What? Why did you stop talking? Dr.Merry: …Are you thinking about what I’m thinking? Dr.Isabella: (clearly uncomfortable) I… don’t think so. Dr.Merry: Are you thinking about drowning one of us in piss? (Isabella’s face turns red in embarrassment as she avoids any eye contact) Dr.Merry: So it has started. Good news, we can claim now there was nothing we could have done in time. Dr.Isabella: How long do we have before losing any conscious thought? Dr.Merry: Maybe 30 seconds. 40 if we’re lucky. (Dr.Merryweather accommodates himself better on his chair and looks at the ceiling, Dr.Isabella begins fidgeting on hers. Both stay quiet for a few seconds.) Dr.Merry: I’ll see you later, Izzy. (closes his eyes) Dr.Isabella: … (OBS 1: From now on, everyone in the building lost control of their actions. This footage cannot be used as evidence to accuse anyone of any wrongdoing. OBS 2: Under the effects of DSP-170, Dr.Isabella demonstrates to be of type aggressive and lustful, while Dr.Merryweather demonstrates to be of type delusional) (Dr.Isabella gets up from her chair and reaches for Dr.Merryweather’s chin and lightly pulls it, forcing his head to look at her.) Dr.Isabella: Well, well, well. Aren’t you a little cutie? Dr.Merry: Yes, my queen. If that’s what you see me as, that’s what I shall be. Dr.Isabella: Ooh, “queen”. I like it. (Dr.Isabella pushes Dr.Merryweather, causing him to fall with his chair backwards, breaking the chair’s back legs.) Dr.Isabella: Now listen here. You’re gonna follow every little thing I say. Dr.Merry: Of course, your highness, it would be an atrocity not to do so. Dr.Isabella: Great. So you see, your queen wishes to use the toilet, but since there’s none here, you will have to do. Sit up. DrMerry: (Sitting on the fallen chair’s back) I shall be the best toilet you’ve ever used. Dr.Isabella: I will hold you accountable on that. (Taking her long skirt out the way, revealing her grey hipster panties) Ah, and remember. A good subject does not dirty the floor, no matter how much his bladder is tortured. (begins to take off her panties) Dr.Merry: I assure you, not a drop of urine will hit this chamber’s fl-. (interrupted by Dr.Isabella shoving her crotch on his mouth.) Dr.Isabella: Drink up, my little subject. Drink it all. (A hissing sound can be heard in the recording as Isabella pees inside Dr.Merryweather’s mouth and he swallows it continuously.) Dr.Isabella: Oh yeah, just like that, my servant. (Isabella moans while jerking her hips forward, causing Merryweather to bump his head on the chair seat, but still keep on drinking her urine. After a couple of seconds more, Isabella stops peeing and Merryweather takes off his mouth of her crotch to say something before being interrupted.) Dr.Isabella: No! (Pull Merryweather’s head back to her crotch) You’re keeping your mouth right in there. This whole thing has left your “queen” with a… carnal need. And so, you will service me accordingly. Dr.Merry: (Nearly inaudibly muffled) Anything for the queen. (While Dr.Merryweather performs cunnilingus on Dr.Isabella, after a while, he appears to begin pressing his legs together and fidgeting. Isabella, moaning in pleasure, does not notice for several minutes. After noticing Merryweather’s behaviour, she takes her crotch out of his face.) Dr.Isabella: Ooh, what do we have here? Getting a bit full, aren’t you? Dr.Merry: (Kneeling) Yes, your highness. I indeed need to pee a little. Dr.Isabella: Well, well, well then. Lie down, I will reward your obedience. Dr.Merry: Of course, thank you. (lies down next to the fallen chair) (Afterwards Dr.Isabella raises Dr.Merryweather’s shirt and lowered his pants slightly, revealing his lower abdomen) Dr.Isabella: (pressing on Merryweather’s bladder with her hand) Oh please, you’re not full at all. (sits on top of Merryweather's bladder while looking directly at his face) How dare you lie to me? Dr.Merry: (In desperation) I’m sorry, my queen, I’m sorry! Dr.Isabella: For this I should punish you. You shall be my toy until you die! Dr.Merry: Your highness, please, reconsider! Dr.Isabella: And no matter how much you plead, no matter how much you squirm, you will never be allowed to pee again. Dr.Merry: I- please, I- I- Dr.Isabella: Shut it! I don’t want to hear it. Dr.Merry: I… I understand, my l- lord. Dr.Isabella: (Getting up from Merryweather’s abdomen) Now, you have to finish your job. (Isabella completely takes off Merryweather’s pants, revealing his red and black plaid underpants. She then begins rubbing her slit on the underwear’s bulge. During the 9 minutes Isabella kept grinding on Merryweather, he continuously showed signs of desperation, with little signs of actual arousal, but still growing an erection at some point. Isabella begins breathing quicker, nearing an orgasm) Dr.Isabella: Come on, COME ON! (stops rubbing on Merryweather’s and pulls his underwear down, releasing his penis) Fuck me! (turns around and offers her behind to Merryweather) Dr.Merry: (with a shaky voice) I- I can’t, Your Highness. Dr.Isabella: I don’t care how much you need to pee! Put that dick inside me! Now! Dr.Merry: (whimpers while inserting his penis in Isabella’s vagina) Dr.Isabella: Oh yeah. OH YEAH! (Dr.Isabella begins bouncing on Merryweather’s penis, close to the Reverse Cowgirl position. Each impact to his crotch making him release a groan, a whine or a sigh of desperation.) Dr.Merry: (continuously interrupted by his desperate cries) Y- your Highness… Please, I need to pee, I’m going to burst. (After several attempts to catch Dr.Isabella’s attention, which she promptly ignores, Dr.Merryweather begins peeing involuntarily while penetrating Isabella. A faintly yellow liquid begins coming out of her vagina, along with an audible hiss. The pee falls to the floor, pooling and wetting his underwear and dress pants, along with the front part of Isabella’s skirt, that is dragging on the floor. In response to this, Isabella begins speeding up.) Dr.Isabella: (Looking back at Merryweather’s face; between panting and moaning) You nasty bastard. Dr.Merry: Your Highness, I’m- I’m so- Dr.Isabella: Shut it, you failed my orders. You are a disgra-Aaah! OHhh! (Even as Isabella orgasms with Merryweather peeing inside her, she just slows down her movements and turns her body around to the regular cowgirl position, but continues the intercourse, aiming for a second orgasm. A high libido is an effect of DSP-170’s “lustful” behaviour.) Dr.Isabella: This is your new life now, you disgrace! Forever my sex toy, do I make myself clear!? Dr.Merry: (still peeing) Yes, my queen. Dr.Isabella: Then say it. Dr.Merry: I am nothing more than… (speech suddenly stops) (Isabella slows down her bouncing and eventually stops) (OBS: From now on, DSP-170 has ended and both personnel have now came back to their senses) (Dr.Merryweather continues pissing inside Dr.Isabella for a little more time until he goes empty and she finally registers what’s happening.) Dr.Isabella: (Getting up extremely quickly and covering her genitals and butt with her skirt) What the hell happened!? Why were you peeing inside me? Where are my panties? Dr.Merry: DSP-170 happened. Ow, my head. Dr.Isabella: And why? Why were we… Doing that? (turning around) And will you please put on some pants!? Dr.Merry: (While getting up and thoroughly checking his pants and underwear) Look, I don’t know, we will only discover it by watching the security tapes. (quietly) Aw, man they are all wet. Dr.Isabella: (Looking around the room and finding her panties on her table, before hastily snatching it) And purging them too. Dr.Merry: (Putting on his wet dress pants, although not his soaked underwear) Yeah, preferably. Dr.Isabella: (Noticing her dripping dress when putting on her panties) Oh no, oh god. How can I be seen in public like this? Dr.Merry: You can rest easy. The whole building was affected, wet pants aren't in short supply. Let’s… Give the security room a little visit, maybe we’ll strike some deal. Dr.Isabella: Fine. (Both leave the room, outside voices from security guards can be heard, but are incomprehensible.) [END OF RECORDING] (OBS: The attempts by Dr.Isabella to destroy this recording were stopped by the Foundation’s security system, which backs up every recording on the server. This recording is maintained only for archival purposes and Dr.Isabella’s requests to erase this footage are currently being denied by all other level 5 personnel.) At first, I thought of drawing an image, but then I remembered I don't know how to draw. Any criticism is welcome.

"Oh... wow. You know, you really do get a new sense of perspective when something like that appears in reality. How are you, Gli? How did entering this dimension affect you or your bladder?" (Looks to PullMeCloser, who's close by and showing his idea) "You have no idea how big we would need to make this thing."

Just a small one, I liked the idea of an ancient society. Detain. Study. Protect. DSP-274 “Insignia of a lost society” Object class: Innate Detainment procedure: DSP-274 is located in an isolated location deep in the Amazon Rainforest, inside an area of ambiental protection. Although, due to economic interests of several logging and mining companies and large-scale farmers, and lack of government action, this protection shall be withheld by a security team covering the field inside a radius of 2 kilometres from the centre of the ruins. The team shall stay at least 1.5 kilometres away from the centre of the ruins, making for a region in the shape of an annulus with 5.25 square kilometres that shall be protected. A D-Class shall be made DSP-274-1 and kept under supervision, if it begins peeing, it means that the encirclement has been breached. Description: DSP-274 is a stone-carved insignia (image 1) located deep inside the Amazon Rainforest in the middle of a ruined city. According to the head researcher, it most likely represents a bladder containing the sun, suggesting an importance of astronomy and pee holding for the past city's culture. When a human steps inside the ruined city, that person becomes “marked” (named DSP-274-1 in this catalogue), and only one person can be DSP-274-1 at a time. DSP-274-1 will be unable to pee until another human becomes DSP-274-1, which is only possible after the DSP-274-1 dies or getting more than 5 kilometres away from DSP-274. Although DSP-274-1 will be unable to pee, it will still feel desperate like normal, besides that, its bladder will get larger to accommodate the urine produced. There is no discovered limit for how big a bladder of a DSP-274-1 can get; until now the largest achieved has been around 42 litres. All attempts to remove the insignia from the ground failed and it is believed that it may be impossible to actually do so. Image 1: Drawn representation of the symbol in the middle of the ruins. Dr.Raven was in charge of the research on DSP-274. She took Dr.Martin with her to explore the anomaly, but he was substituted midway through expedition. Both stayed at an encampment inside the ruins around DSP-274 with food enough for the research to go for around 2 months. The written notes of the exploration by Dr.Raven can be found below: Daily event notes on DSP-274, written by Dr.Raven: Day 1: “Well, this is the first anomaly I am in charge of researching. To say that it’s exciting is an understatement, but I’ll surely do my best to discover everything there is to know about it, whatever it is. Since this is an ancient, unexplored site, estimated to be 2000 years old, I opted for coming only with one other personnel, a class 1 researcher by the name of Dr.Martinho, an anthropology specialist. In case of an emergency, we also have some basic medical supplies and contact to the Foundation’s south american headquarters, even though both me and Martinho would prefer to not call anyone here, to avoid disturbing the site.“ Day 2: “We began translating some of the inscriptions inside the buildings, but Dr.Martinho excused himself to go pee. After 30 minutes, he was still not back, so I went to check on him. He revealed that he had been trying to urinate since yesterday, but failed every attempt to do so. Fortunately, one of the medical supplies we brought was a catheter, unfortunately, the catheter doesn’t seem to enter correctly, since it goes inside at most an inch before getting stuck. We have called for help, but, due to the difficult access to our location, it will take at least a day, until then, we will continue to examine these ruins.” Day 3: “I could get barely any sleep last night, which might be more than what Martin had, seeing that he was groaning, moaning and whining throughout the whole night. One thing I didn’t notice until waking up, though, is the (probably) biggest bladder bulge I’ve ever seen in my career. But, it got me thinking: inside the buildings, there are a few engravings, stone drawings, if you will, of pregnant humans, including both men and women, with different accessories being acclaimed by other humans. Originally, we thought that it was some sort of mythos, possibly from the chieftain of this area being extremely fertile, or something like that, now I believe that people being unable to pee may have been happening since the existence of people here. (2 records skipped for the sake of conciseness, they can be summarised in “Dr.Martin has a large bladder bulge and is in horrible pain” and “We’re still examining the ruins”) Day 6: “Finally, the south american branch of the Foundation finally reached us with manpower and extra supply, in good time too, as our stock of painkillers had run dry yesterday. I kept them from contaminating the ruins, it was easy, as there were just 5 people in a pick-up truck. Although, to get Dr.Martinho to them was the hard part, the boy could barely walk, but, slowly, we got him inside the truck. One of the men, called Mr.Dante, one of the Foundation’s security officers, had orders to serve as my partner in this exploration. Although he is not an expert in anything revolving around this research, I guess having someone strong who deals with first aid may be very useful. Besides that, Dante, accidentally at first, discovered that the insignia¹ in the middle of the ruins is unbreakable, maybe we’ve found the core of this anomaly.“ ¹: Dr.Raven is referring to the symbol in image 1. Day 7: “I tried to pee before going to bed yesterday, but it seems I couldn't do it. Sleeping wasn’t as hard as when I slept with Dr.Martinho, but it certainly wasn’t effortless. I kept recording and trying to translate anything while Dante kept exploring the perimeter, trying to find anything of interest for me to examine, until now he has found 4 snake pits, a plant with edible fruits and a giant column of smoke coming from somewhere close; we are close to a fire, we just hope it doesn’t spread.“ Day 8: “I had little to no sleep yesterday because of my bladder, which is looking mighty swollen. I don’t want to begin taking painkillers yet, but if it gets worse, I guess I’ll have to use them. I have still not told Dante about my predicament, but I’m sure he will notice, if not by the lump on my abdomen it will be by me whining while trying to sleep. Aside from that, the translating work is going slowly, this city’s language, while it has roots in the tupi-guarani language family, it’s different enough to become incomprehensible, even more so if we consider that tupi-guarani languages normally aren’t written languages. At least, the engraved drawings can help me as a ‘north’ in this effort.” Day 10: “There was no day 9 notes, as nothing notable happened. Today I showed Dante the problem I’m having, so he tried all the techniques he knew to get me to pee, none of them worked. Between his ideas, there were: drinking more water, pushing on my bladder and shocking me with his taser. It might have hurt, but it hurts less than my bloated bladder.” (Several records have been skipped for the sake of conciseness, at day 14 Dr.Raven discovered the language of the ruined city had a mix of quechua language in it, speeding considerably the translation process.) Day 30: “It has been one month since I’ve been studying these ruins, more than three weeks since I last peed, 12 days since I couldn’t walk without medication for the pain, 6 days our painkiller stock ended and, because of that, 5 days I’ve been stuck in this tent. There are just two untranslated texts left that Dante has found. By tomorrow night, everything in these ruins should have been explored and translated. What Dante said was true, today I slept normally, I guess I did get accustomed to my aching bladder, although it still feels like a bomb is trying to blow me up constantly.” Day 31: “Finally finished my job, we called the south american branch of the Foundation, since they established a base closer to our location, they will get us tomorrow. The first of the two texts translated today says as follows: ‘If abandoned by our leader, another one will be chosen by the gods. May the new leader take its place, and that we² be carried to greatness.’ The other text is a tale of a man who wished to lead people so much that he traded a form of comfort with a god, that comfort being the ability to pee. It’s the closest thing to a myth of creation of this city we’ve found here.” ²: The text used the word the city’s people had for themselves Day 32: “We’re not inside the ruins anymore, we’re going back to the Foundation’s headquarters in the back of a pick-up truck, but I’m writing to put on record that, after a few minutes inside the car, I was finally able to pee again. After the first few seconds, one of the personnel started counting the time I was peeing for, according to him, 4 minutes and 39 seconds, the relief at the time was so much, I fear I might have orgasmed a little bit. This was half an hour ago and my bladder still aches, not as much as before, but even so.” [End of the daily records] After this excursion, Dr.Raven experienced several accounts of urge incontinence, she took 4 days to get back to normal, but still reported a phantom pain for the rest of the week.

The madlad actually did it.

When I was a kid, a wee lil' itsy bitsy fella, I liked to search in Google Images people peeing or pooping their pants. Fast-foward a few years, I discovered normal porn and remembered "Hey, I remember I liked to see people peeing themselves", so I searched it up and ended up here, where I still am.