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what request would that be? i’d be happy to do it anyhow 🙂

I’ll try this one soon! I’ll try this one as well! I’ll do my best, but i’m not really that familiar with the characters, but i will try! same as the above!

Okay, so, been a while since i posted in this thread but i thought i’d try to make a little return, and maybe do some free requests and commissions, i’m just going to label some of my boundaries/limits, but other than that, i’ll try my best to write whatever people want. 1. Male omorashi — not a fan of this to be honest, but i’ll allow male characters and such, or maybe even desperation so long as theres a female character present, more than likely with slightly worse issues. 2. Forced Regression — this just feels icky to me so would feel a lot better not writing about it, i’d do some normal regression, though, as like as it’s consensual on both sides. 3. Underage characters — again, another one that i just have to stress — if you want a character like, say wednesday or eleven etc, so long as i’m okay to age them up to at least eighteen, then i’ll write about them. 4. Messing — not a fan of messing and most of the time won’t write it, there are always exceptions though so ask first beforehand. Okay thanks ya’ll, hope to get some requests soon 🙂

A new story idea i’m trying out! let me know with some feedback what you think 🙂 Chapter 1: Sorry, out of order The sun was beating down harder than ever — It was supposed to be the hottest day of the year, and so ‘naturally', it felt like the planet was being boiled alive. Camila took a long, shaky breath through her nose as she tried to catch her breath, she’d only just made it! The college buses were scheduled to leave any minute, and having been held back in class because her professor didn’t like the way two other students were looking at him — She found herself in a tough predicament, you see, she hadn’t been to the bathroom all day, having arrived at the college she studied at around 8:30 am, going into her first class, which was an hour and a half, and going to pee at 10:00 am — She had a rather shy bladder, and couldn’t pee when others were around, like some kind of stupid defence mechanism, 'what was it meant to protect, her bladder from predators?' she thought to herself as she shifted uncomfortably on the spot, rubbing her thighs softly, and discreetly together as she stood in the sunlight — her face was a light red, from the sun, no doubt, and felt soaked with sweat. Not really thinking, she took grasp of the bottom of her shirt, and lifted it, bringing it up to her head, she bent slightly to conceal her figure more while she wiped the sweat from her eyes, though now it left her white t-shirt somewhat see through around the bottom, not completely visible, but somewhat. Her bladder pinged out in desperation, causing her to double over a small bit due to the sharp pain, like a stabbing — in her abdomen. Her light blue jeans, held tightly by a belt as she was severely skinny, and short, weren’t helping as they pressed on her bladder difficultly, and it felt like every time she moved, it became harder to hold it. Finally, the security guard at the front opened the gate! Good news, she could finally get on the bus. Bad news? She was swept up in the stampede that hung behind her to try and get on, too. No one wanted to stay around that long — And waiting for another bus to arrive would take forever. She was knocked slightly as she made her way into the line, and felt her crotch grow slightly warm, not much, but enough to dampen her panties, as she could feel the wetness clinging to her most delicate parts. Carefully, she clambered aboard the vessel, taking slow, clumsy steps up the stairs, one hand rested lightly on her abdomen, and the other holding her bag in her hand. As she reached the aisle, she felt another, stronger spurt slip out, this time soaking her panties, she couldn’t help but blush from the feeling that she felt overtake her as she felt the sodden fabric cling to her delicates like she was trying to cling on to her dignity and continence. She moved again, quickly swinging herself into a two seated area - to ensure no one else followed her, she put her bag on the other seat, and took a glance out of the window. God, she’d never been this desperate in her life! She was in so much pain that it felt like her legs were shaking as she put one over the other. And then she pressed down on her bladder, not on purpose, of course — but instead as she tried to hold herself. Her bladder didn’t even attempt to stop it this time — another spurt escaped, lasting maybe three seconds as she felt it soak straight through her panties, and into her crotch, and the seat of her jeans — She could feel the wetness resting against her upper thighs, and her butt. She wasn’t much of a talker, but she couldn’t stop a quiet squeal escaping her as she realised that she was fighting a losing battle — she couldn’t hold it, she really couldn’t. Her gaze shifted to the aisle again, then to the people around her, would they notice? surely not. She took a long glance to her bag — seeing her hoodie poking out of the half opened zipper, just as her bladder sent another desperate urge to her. Her mind was made up — she knew what she had to do. -— And that’s the end of the first chapter! i didn’t want to write more than that as i’m not 100% on the story myself but i thought i’d try some light desperation, and then if people want me to continue, the totally 'accidental' wetting will follow in the next chapter, followed by an actual accidental wetting.

mhm, i feel you so much on that, and the worst and the best thing is that the more you fight it, the more you weaken your bladder, which means you leak more; and you fight it more, and eventually you just lose control, i’ve made the mistake of going out after a wetting like that. let’s just say never again, it went horribly wrong 😭😭

yeah! this is how i look at it, like often if the pain is really bad (which in my case is often, as without any rapid desperation or prior weakening, for if you know, i want that sudden-accident-every-five-minutes feeling, i can hold maybe about an hour until i’m actively holding myself, legs crossed, sometimes leaking a little, by the hour and a half mark, usually i’ve peed my pants even if i’m clenching as hard as i can) i’ll relax my bladder like stop clenching, not like stop holding, and nine times out of ten, i’ll pee for at least 5 or so seconds before i can stem the flow, and even then it’s like a clench, oh no it’s too painful, and release, and that continues for probably 30 seconds, so by the time i can actively clench as hard as i can and not piss myself immediately afterwards, i’m already soaked, but i think because of my inability to hold it for long (don’t get me wrong i have a big bladder, like i can hold a lot, but i can’t actively hold it for as long compared to how big my bladder is), that’s why i consider it an accident. I don’t think i’ve actually had to ever dribble on purpose or stuff like that when i relax, it just kind of comes out, and this is coming from a newly transition-ing transgirl, so beforehand, i actually considered myself to have a strong bladder (which in retrospective was me being really kind to myself, as nine times out of ten, i’d last sometimes less than i can now, sometimes a tiny bit more, like another ten minutes or so.) Anyway, i’m kind of rambling so i’ll stop typing now otherwise this post is gonna be so long 😭😭

Okay so, i’ve been thinking about this a bit, and while i have a generally weak bladder, sometimes when i hold, i won’t actively stop myself from peeing, like if the urge is powerful enough to overcome my bladder whilst i’m not actively clenching my muscles as hard as i can, then that’d be like a loss of control. I’m excited to hear what others would consider an accident though, the way i look at it is you have to clench your bladder in order to hold your pee when your really desperate, and if when you relax your bladder (i.e; neutral state like when you aren’t holding at all, where your bladder is simply holding for you) you pee yourself or leak, i would consider that an accident or a loss of control, as if you have to actively bypass your bladder’s automatic system in order to stop yourself from peeing, then clearly your bladder can’t actually hold it without exerting itself more than it should, it’s like lifting a weight, if you have to use your other arm or really clench your muscles to the point that they hurt, then maybe you should put down the weight because it’s too heavy, but that’s the way i see it. What do you guys think?

hey everyone! i know i’ve been MIA from this forum for a while, but i’m looking to start doing free commission stories again, if anyone is interested, stuff irl got in the way last time, but i should be good to do it this time around.

This was super good!

hey! it’s so nice to meet you! I’m Isabelle, i hope you have a great time and introduction to the site 🙂

The loud sound just outside the window was akin to a jumpscare, the darkness of the night suddenly lit up as if a lighthouse had shone its sea light across the surface of the window, and just a moment later, a loud crack, akin to the sound of whip, yet a thousand times louder, sounded out in the otherwise silent night sky. Wednesday shuddered, her eyes fluttering open just in time for the second strike, which caused her to jump, hitting her head off of the head rest of her bed. Her noise had been loud enough to wake up her brother in the bed just beside her, and as she looked to her side, she was greeted with two, light green eyes staring straight back at her, which was enough for her to frighten her, and she squealed, the noise emitting only a second before she covered her mouth, her brother immediately trying to shush her. "Shhh! Wednesday, if you wake up mom and dad up.." The two had only just turned eighteen, and routinely, Wednesday had started to wet the bed in turn. Though it was for good reason, she was terrified!! Her and her brother were closeted transgenders, and that meant that..the longer they left coming out, the higher the risk that they wouldn’t be able to fix what they felt was wrong with them. And that was a feeling like no other, one akin to a ship sinking. She bit her lip as she tried to lay back down to sleep. But she couldn’t, it was hard, and her nightmares were only getting worse recently. Every-time she closed her eyes, she could see the stuff of actual nightmares, and it was scary, terrifying even. Austin looked over, and with a swift movement, had slipped out of his duvet, and was picking out his makeup kit from under his bed. "I…it’s late, so you haven’t got long, but…i know how much you love doing it, and that it helps you calm down, so." With a swift hand, she placed it down on Wednesday’s bedside drawer. It was funny, actually. Austin had helped her pick her name, after a lot of thinking and arguments about if it was, what they knew it was. And she had always loved one girl who seemed to be able to do it all, fearless, unafraid of the future. Wednesday Addams. Her parents, in her thoughts, should’ve already known, after all, they’d knew since they were just kids that something was wrong, and their parents should’ve realised what was up when they both ran in opposite directions on their joint birthday. When Austin ran towards the trucks and action figures, no one batted an eye. 'She’ll be a tough girl, that one!' 'Ooh, she’s a bit of a tomboy, isn’t she Larry?' But no, when Wednesday ran towards the barbie dolls and dresses, everyone lost their shit. She shuddered at the memory, and the aftermath of all that happened, she hated her past, with a growing passion, and didn’t like thinking about it. And so she sat there, fitting her makeup on as she quietly hummed along to Lady Gaga’s 'Just Dance'. Morning came soon enough, and for the third night in a row, she woke up to the worst thing she could have. A wet bed, sodden to the touch, and her bladder, weak and all but empty. Another nightmare. Another day, more suffering. Getting ready for school was already dysphoric, she had to wear clothes she absolutely despised. Boxers, trousers…But now she had to wear a hoodie to hide her growing hair, just so her parents wouldn’t want to cut it? She truly hated it all, but what else could she do? As she rushed out of the front door, her brother quickly followed her, grabbing her shoulder tightly to turn her around. "Wednesday." He’d say quietly, double checking that he had closed the door, before he looked back, a soft smile crossing his features. "Here." He passed her a necklace, it was soft to touch, and shone in the sunlight, it was a small heart, with the words 'Love you, always.' Engraved crudely across the surface. She hadn't smiled so much in about a year, maybe two. And couldn’t help but hug her brother tightly, being clearly stronger due to biology, she almost crushed him. And then, shoulder to shoulder, together, they walked together, hoping that just maybe, they would be able to survive the last year. Hey everyone!! just thought i’d write a little introductory chapter so i can see what everyone thinks of the new story, i decided to try a different route for this, but i think i did good by introducing the main characters first ❤️ if people want more, the next chapter will be longer and way more content filled, love you all!! Enjoy!

thank you so much ❤️ thank you sm ❤️ it means a lot that you’d be willing to help, derek, so, thank you for that, honestly 😄

I know, right!? I’ve honestly missed writing them, i’m gonna try create a full fledged story with this one, but i’m a bit stuck, would you mind if i PM you, and maybe run some ideas and stuff by you, or actually, i’d love to hear any ideas you might have, too!! yay!! 🙂 it’s nice that people want me to write again ❤️

Hey everyone! I know! It’s been a while since I posted here, but I have a lot of writing muse lately, today in particular! And I was wondering if anyone would like to see a new, original story! That I’ll break up into chapters and such, but I think it’d be fun, nonetheless!

I really loved this!! definitely a super cool start to a series, I can’t wait to see more!!

in a way, it makes one wonder if we were ever meant to be able to hold it in the first place, especially since we do eventually break, either out of pain or simply it giving out, it’s a very interesting thing, honestly. it’s also especially interesting as often, we can’t hold it if certain parts of our brain are switched off, like when we’re drunk, and such, or hypnosis and stuff like that, it’s a crazy thing to think about.

Thank you so much! I’m glad you are! the next chapter will be out soon. Happy you are, hope you enjoy the next chapter!

Chapter 1: Escape She trudged on further, every step causing her bladder to tingle, but it had gone so far that it didn’t seem like pain, rather…a begging feeling, the begging of release, her legs shook underneath the cloak, but she couldn’t show fear, or weakness, lest she risk being caught. She knew finding a ship would be impossible, at least right now, and that meant she had to find a place to stay, and that meant money, which made the hapless trip of trying to find a ship, suddenly more attractive. On her next step, however, she felt her bladder spasm, and an excruciating pain spread through her abdomen and her privates, one that felt as if it would buckle her knees beneath her should she not focus on it. She doubled over in pain from it, but it did little to stop the strong spurt of liquid she felt spread, a small warmth in the cold, skin-biting breeze of the underground, her hands immediately slipped under her cloak, and then under the pants she wore, pressing against what underwear she was wearing, she could feel the dampness around her throbbing parts, it had been a strong spurt, and this time, her fingers were soaked by a second, stronger spurt, which spread softly into her panties before it turned like a jet hose, for maybe just a split second, before she grasped control of it, some of, though not all, of the wetness, caught on her hand. She knew she needed to move, and that was what she did, slipping into a dark alleyway as she bounded on the balls of her feet uncomfortably, her legs shaking with the effort of holding her piss in. As soon as she was out of sight, her bladder took an opportunity, and she felt not a spurt, but a whole stream escape her this time, soaking straight through her panties and her fingers and across the crotch of her pants. She didn’t have long to adjust, feeling yet another wave hit her, and an even stronger spurt escaped this time, soaking the pants more, but this time it didn’t stop, instead, it turned into a slow stream, which gradually picked up in speed until she was flooding herself. “Oh god, oh fucking god.” She thought to herself as she felt her bladder lose any strength it had left, and she had to furiously rip her pants down to her knees, they were already soaked, and squat, allowing the stream to explode now, spreading across her crotch, and riding up her backside and soaking her panties, if by sheer bad luck, it didn’t stop parts leaking onto her pants, she had wet herself for the first time, while awake, in almost ten years.

Chapter 0: Prologue The sound of speeders above screamed out in the industrial streets of the underground of coruscant, and one, young, teenage girl, one that was only just newly eighteen, walked through the harsh streets, a cloak that was way too big for her was wrapped around her, hiding her head from view, and under that, was a small prong-like device, a lightsaber. Though it wasn’t hers, it had been her master’s, a master she had loved very much, who was long, long gone now, someone who seemed as if she was like a mother to her, but she wasn’t, attachments weren’t allowed in the order, they never had been. She needed to locate a way to escape the dreaded planet, one that was very much alive with her enemies, with inquisitors, she wasn’t safe here, who knew if she would be safe anywhere, but she definitely wasn’t safe here. Another need had made itself present minutes ago, a dying need to relieve herself, she could feel the pressure of her stomach pressing against her belt, one which held her only line of defence, but she wasn’t sure how long she had left until the worse began to happen, she walked faster, feeling her bladder throb and ache with each, painful step. "Oh god this..this hurts." Her words were quiet and weak, her bladder ached more than it ever had before, and she knew an accident could happen, they usually did when she held it too long, and sleeping wasn’t an option if she wanted to stay alive, and dry either. (I know, such a short chapter! but I just want to see if there’s any interest whatsoever in this story.)

Hey everyone! I just want to let everyone know that I’ve finally decided on what my next story will be about, and with the up-and-coming Andor show, and the recent Kenobi show, I’ve decided on a Star Wars story to begin the next chapter of my story writing collections, and I’m hoping you’ll all like it! the first part should be out tomorrow, if anyone is interested in reading. I appreciate you all!

The eleven one could be interesting and would work as MBB is eighteen now, but yeah, I know Gravity Falls!

I’m familiar with all sorts, especially shows like stranger things and such, and anime is also another good one, I know stuff like SAO, AOT, Avatar, all sorts! 🙂

Hey everyone! I know it’s been such a long time since I last posted on this site and believe me, I feel terribly about how long I’ve been MIA, but I would like to make a new promise of trying to get all the requests and commissions completed, my schedule is usually so straight and on point that I didn’t really know how to balance this and other things the past two months when it sort of got sent into orbit, so to speak, but I’m accepting requests for stories in any case, and its completely free, too! as I don’t particularly feel like I should need to be paid to write about what I enjoy 🙂

You did so well girl! though you sounded a bit scared in the video with the heavy breathing, just remember this is a part of you and you don’t have to be worried about it or ashamed of it, you should be proud of who you are! 🙂