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  1. So, I've been trying to find a story that I am certain is/was on here for ages but can't remember what its called. Its basically about two best friends from childhood. The story starts with them meeting, I think the first part has a scene involving them by a river; possibly a wetting. It then shows their first day at school; where the girl loses control. They have various wet encounters through the years. The ending of the story is them at 18 years old, having sex in a movie theatre where I think there was a wetting involved. It was a story of multiple parts. Anyone recognise which one I am talking about?
  2. This is honestly more a question of pure curiosity I've been wondering, if any of the admins have an answer? Considering how many fictions here get abandoned, I was wondering if its against the rules to continue someone else's work; if they have definitively abandoned it? Do you need their permission? Is it outright forbidden? Is there a time limit? I was wondering as I saw a sequel fanfic here to 'Ashley's Orientation Day', by a different author; however that was from another site. Sorry if this is a lot of questions, just something that's been rattling around my brain for a while. 😛
  3. (ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS FANFICTION ARE 18+. NONE OF THEM BELONG TO ME, I'M JUST A FAN) BIG HERO WETS ‘Let us out of here’ screamed Gogo, her voice ringing through the cell. ‘Or you’ll be sorry!’. ‘Gogo, maybe threatening the people who have us captive isn’t the bes- Oh my god is that a spider!’ shouted Honey Lemon, spotting a hairy looking arachnid in the corner of the room. ‘I hate spiders! Let me go right now, you f-’. ‘Pipe down in there!’ came the reply of a sniggering guard; on the other side of a locked door. ‘You ladies ain’t going nowhere until the boss has had a word with you. Maybe a lot more too’ he added cruelly, laughing as he walked down the dingy hallway; leaving the two heroines screaming curses at nothing. Their day was not going according to plan. The mission had seemed simple enough: A hostage rescue, bomb diffusal; catch a supervillain. Hiro and Baymax had targeted the bombs, while Fred and Wasabi had gotten the hostages out. That left Gogo and Honey Lemon to apprehend Mr. Yama, an enormous mobster with a talent for technological monstrosities and brutality. While his inventions paled in comparison to Hiro’s technology and Honey Lemon’s scientific creation, they were deadly enough to be a serious threat to the civilians of San Fransokyo. Up until today however, the Big Hero 6 had been more than enough to stop every one of his schemes; with little threat to themselves, beyond the usual cuts and bruises of every fight. This time, Mr. Yama had been more prepared. Though Gogo wouldn’t admit it, she underestimated him. Having circled him more than a dozen times on her Maglev Discs, she had moved in hastily to electrocute him and instead found herself knocked to the ground by an intense punch; badly winding her. This left Honey Lemon to face him alone and while her scientific creations were formidable, she was a pacifist by nature and didn’t fare well against physically challenging enemies by herself. She had soon found herself unconscious and Mr. Yama’s subsequent boot to the face had soon ensured that Gogo had joined her. The two heroes were now chained up on board some dingy cargo ship; heading towards gods-know-where, with a crime boss known for holding a grudge. Overall, it wasn’t the day either women had been hoping for. Then, it got worse. ‘Gogo’ said Honey Lemon shyly, her voice becoming much higher pitched than normal. ‘Yeah?’ asked Gogo, not really wanting to chat; as she had problems of her own. ‘I… I have to pee’. ‘... Yeah, me too’. ‘Do you think if we asked really politely, they’d let us use a bathroom?’. ‘Oh sure’ replied Gogo. ‘Really?!’ said Honey Lemon happily. ‘NO! What’s wrong with you?’. ‘Hey, at least I’m trying to think of a way to help us!’. ‘That’s not a good… ugh, look; let’s just focus on getting out ourselves’. Unfortunately, this was easier said than done. Both women were squirming with growing desperation and had few ways to ease the growing pressure. Their arms were bound by chains; meaning they couldn’t hold themselves, while the distant sound of the ocean was is its own form of torture. It was especially challenging for Gogo, whose yellow-leather spandex suit was incredibly tight around her stomach, putting even greater pressure on her overworked bladder, as if she was wearing a corset. Her legs were tightly wrapped around each other, as she began to whimper; shaking at her chains and trying to get loose. Honey Lemon had a slightly easier time in her pink dress and black tights, though her legs were still trembling with desperation and she was terrified that if she began to leak; which was looking increasingly likely, it would show up on her legs without any way to hide it. ‘G-gogo?’ said Honey Lemon, her voice trembling as her body began to vibrate with desperation. There was no response. ‘G-gogo? I… I don’t know how much longer I can hold it? Do you think the others will find us soon? They must do, right! They’ve got to find us and then we’ll be able to use the toilet and I won’t get pee down my legs and ruin these tights!’. Still, there was no response from Gogo. ‘Look, please say something! I know I’m not as tough as you are but please, don’t ignore me. I…’. Honey Lemon’s voice tailed off as she finally saw what was happening, the sound of hissing filling the air. Her eyes widened as she watched pee run over Gogo’s boots; her friend completely wetting herself, as she moaned in relief and embarrassment. Honey Lemon gasped: She wanted to look away, she wanted to comfort her teammate but instead, she stared dumbfounded; watching in shock as she Gogo continued to pee through her yellow spandex bodysuit. Gogo must have been holding a huge amount, as the pee was starting to soak a stain through and around her crotch; streams of piss running down the outside of her suit, as well on her legs. The cute yellow nylon underwear she had underneath were now completely sodden and Gogo didn’t dare look up, too ashamed to meet her friend’s eye and acknowledge what was happening; that she had completely lost control and wet herself like a little girl. There was another reason however. As Gogo continued to pee, her nylon panties began to stick to her clit and the throbbing of her emptying bladder and pussy began to form a rhythmic massaging of sorts against her most sensitive areas. She could feel a knot of tension build within her and tried to bite her lip to suppress it, yet that only made the whole thing worse. Within seconds, her control was rapidly slipping away and she couldn’t make sense of it. She was a superhero, a role model to young girls everywhere, one of the six saviours of San Fransokyo… and she was pissing herself. Completely losing control, chained up, in front of one of her best friends; held captive by a supervillain, completely at someone else’s mercy. Her nipples felt as hard as diamond and Gogo began to pant with pleasure, trying to restrain what she could feel was coming but then, she made the fatal error of looking up at Honey Lemon. She could see the look of shock in her friend’s eyes; not just as her accident, but at the clear arousal she was getting from it. Every moment of her shameful display was being watched and that final thought made Gogo’s entire body begin to shake with lust. Then, when she saw Honey Lemon finally lose control; glistening streams of pee running down her friend’s black tights and sexy thin legs, as Honey Lemon began to wet herself, Gogo couldn’t hold it back anymore. Letting out a scream that was a mixture of despair, lust, embarrassment and pleasure, Gogo crashed over the thin line into one of the best, most powerful orgasms she had ever experienced. Every part of her body began to thrash with pleasure, her legs and hips convulsing, as she moaned openly with pleasure; briefly beyond any embarrassment. Honey Lemon’s own reaction to Gogo’s display had shocked, yet equally delighted her. When she realised her friend was edging an orgasm, she couldn’t explain why but some hidden voice within her had told Honey Lemon to stop holding on; that it was okay to let go. Watching Gogo’s body shake and hearing her sinful moans, had her feeling soaked between her legs and not just from the pee. She badly wished that at least one of her hands was free, so that she could play with her sopping wet pussy right now. Or, slid her hand between Gogo’s- ‘My sensors detect that our friends are down here’. Both women immediately stopped moaning at the sound of Baymax’s cheerful, friendly robotic tone; clapping their legs together, though neither could hide the pee dripping from their legs or the puddles beneath them. Despite the obvious joy of being rescued, neither were thrilled at being caught having completely lost control of their bladders. Most tellingly however, both were more disappointed at being interrupted before things could escalate any further. ‘Gogo-’ began Honey Lemon but she was interrupted as the door was smashed in by the otherwise ever-gentle Baymax. He squeezed through the door first, followed by Hiro, Fred and Wasabi; who each stared at the girls in shock once they saw what had happened. For a while, nobody spoke. Then, Baymax’s voice filled the cell: ‘You appear to have voided your bowels, a common response to extreme fear and high-stress situations. I will apply towels, followed by antiseptic wipes; in order to reduce the risk of infection’. Everyone was briefly silent, then burst out laughing; particularly Gogo and Honey Lemon, who were freed from their chains moments later. Hiro, wanting to quickly move past this awkward moment, took charge of the situation. ‘Come on guys. We’ve got a supervillain to catch’. Several hours later, Honey Lemon and Gogo were curled up on one of the many sofas, scattered throughout Frederickson Manor; sipping hot chocolate. Both had changed into fresh clothes, with Honey Lemon in her long yellow blouse and tights, while Gogo wore an undersized leather jacket and black sweatpants. ‘So… do you want to talk about it?’ asked Honey Lemon softly. ‘No!’ said Gogo harshly, before her expression softened. ‘Okay… maybe a little’. ‘I think honesty is the best policy, in all things’. Gogo resisted the urge to roll her eyes. ‘Okay’. ‘I… enjoyed watching you… and I think you enjoyed it too’. Gogo felt a blush spread across her face and down her neck. ‘Am I right?’. Gogo looked away but after a second, she could feel her friend’s fingers stroking her short black hair; calming her. ‘Gogo?’. ‘... Yes. You’re right’. After a long, torturous hour of conversation that left both girls dying of embarassment more than once, they eventually agreed upon something neither could ever have imagined doing before: A holding contest. Both had admitted that they liked the feelings of desperation they had experienced in Mr. Yama’s cell, as well as the loss of control and wetness; of multiple kinds, afterwards. They also agreed that they wanted to feel it again and so, both retired to Honey Lemon’s room; which was a mess of scientific equipment and cutesy items. Both cleared enough items away to form a comfortable spot on a large rug; large enough for them both to stand on. Heathcliff provided a dozen jugs of lemon juice; a natural diuretic, to the room without asking any questions. Before they began in earnest, Gogo decided to spice things up a little. ‘How about, whoever wins, gets to make the loser do whatever they want… you know, as long as it's not illegal or anything!’ Gogo added hastily, afraid Honey Lemon would say no. Instead, she straightened her slightly crooked pink glasses and gave her a devilish smile. ‘You’re on!’. The two heroines began drinking a single glass of lemon juice every 10 minutes, circling each other in a semi-intimidating manner, hoping to scare the other into losing control. While that didn’t happen, the movement; combined with the constant drinks, quickly took a toll on their bladders. Within forty minutes, both Gogo and Honey Lemon needed to pee; squirming on the spot. After an hour and a half, both were thoroughly desperate, with Honey Lemon’s hands clutching deep within her tights, trying to hold herself more effectively with her fingers. Meanwhile, Gogo was uncharacteristically bouncy; constantly pacing back and forth, her legs shaking, as she tried to fight the growing pain in her stomach, though both girls knew that they wouldn’t be able to keep this up for long. ‘You doing… okay there?’ asked Honey Lemon, trying to make her voice sound teasing; though it came out as a desperate whine. ‘Never… better’ said Gogo through gritted teeth, no more convincing than Honey Lemon had been. After two hours, both were at their limits and knew it. Both had their legs criss-crossed tightly, their hands shoved underneath their clothing and could feel the first spots of pee in their knickers; though neither would admit to it. After ten more minutes and yet another lemon juice, both their bladders felt like they were on fire. ‘Its okay, I can hold it, I can hold it, I can… fuck, I can’t hold it’ cursed Honey Lemon, jiggling her legs and bum in utter desperation. Gogo meanwhile felt seconds away from a total accident, immensely frustrated at the thought. The competitive part of her did not want to suffer her second accident of the day before Honey Lemon lost control, yet she wasn’t sure she had any choice. The burning in her bladder was just too intense; almost as if she was still wearing her yellow spandex. She wanted to let go. She needed to let go- -A loud hissing sound suddenly filled the air, as Gogo looked up to see Honey Lemon gasp and them moan in defeat; and relief, as pee flooded down her legs, soaking her tights in a manner of seconds, forming an enormous puddle around her, that slowly soaked into the rug they were standing on. Honey Lemon moaned in relief as she thoroughly wet herself, looking up at Gogo with a sheepish expression. ‘Yes, I win!’ said Gogo, resisting the urge to punch the air; convinced that would start her own imminent accident. ‘I guess you do’ acknowledged Honey Lemon, her accident slowly coming to an end; leaving streams of pee running off of her and dripping all around. ‘So, what do you want from me as your prize?’. Briefly distracted from her desperation by this tantalising prospect, Gogo’s mouth went dry as she realised what she truly wanted. Looking directly at Honey Lemon, she spoke in a quiet, raspy voice. ‘Have sex with me’. Honey Lemon’s eyes widened and she smiled, before slowly making her way over to a still squirming Gogo; right on the verge of wetting herself. Taking off her glasses, she looked into Gogo’s eyes for several seconds; then kissed her passionately on the lips. The moment their bodies came together, Gogo lost all control and could feel her accident start in earnest; the superhero wetting herself while pressed tightly against one of her best friend’s bodies. Honey Lemon didn’t recoil but instead, drew Gogo closer; slipping her hand down inside her peeing friend’s knickers, playing with her clit as Gogo continued to wet herself. ‘Oh… fuck’ whispered Gogo, unable to form any rational thought beyond that; as Honey Lemon threw her, still peeing herself, onto Honey’s bed. Their tongues began to fight for dominance in the other’s mouth, as their hands frantically peeled off layers of clothing; though Honey left on Gogo’s sopping wet knickers, still being soaked with jets of pee, as she kissed around her now exposed legs. Gogo was writhing with pleasure; already in the throes of an intense orgasm, yet somehow building towards another one. Honey wasn’t far behind, using one hand to play with her own pee-soaked pussy as her tongue finally rolled across Gogo’s wet pussy. ‘Yes, more; I need more!’ begged Gogo, as Honey grinned affectionate;y; thrilled at the results she was getting. Their orgasms began to build together; almost in perfect sync, as Honey kissed Gogo’s breasts, while Gogo began to finger Honey relentlessly, making her body tremble with excitement. Both women were moaning with excitement, pee dripping over themselves, the bed, onto the floor and mixing in with their arousal, until the wetness, the pleasure and the naughtiness all combined into one, perfect moment of pleasure; overwhelming their restraint, and plunging both superheroes into the greatest orgasms of their lives. Both screamed in pleasure, so loud that if Honey’s room wasn’t soundproofed, their teammates would have probably thought they were being kidnapped again. Both squirted heavily; a mixture of pee and arousal, as they gasped for air, their chests heaving from the overwhelming pleasure, stars in the edges of their vision. ‘That was… incredible!’ said Honey Lemon sincerely, grinning like a cat who had discovered all the milk. ‘It was pretty great’ smiled Gogo, kissing Honey’s lips; before a grin spread over her face, that made Honey feel a new wave of arousal spread through her, despite the intensity of previous orgasm. ‘Ready for round two?’. (If anyone wants to commission me to write something for them, just DM me)
  4. Thank you so much Jessie, that's super kind of you to say and I'm glad I could do that for you.
  5. Thanks man, that's really cool of you to say; it means the world 🙂 & The first part is a DC animated movie called - Catwoman: Hunted. My fan-fiction is a sequel to that movie.
  6. THIS FICTION IS A SEQUEL TO 'CATWOMAN: HUNTED'. HEAVY SPOILERS FOR THAT MOVIE. Selina Kyle was delighted. It had taken her weeks to arrange but the Cat’s Eye Emerald had finally been sold off for an even $200 million. Her contact in the underworld diamond market had insisted at first that he couldn’t go any higher than $150 mil. However, a few sultry words and a liberal use of the zipper on her Catwoman suit had persuaded him to see her point of view. She had already transferred $180 million to the secret account for her sister, which Holly would use to help Anya and the other trafficking victims of Leviathan. The other $20 million she kept for herself. ‘A girl has to have some spending money’ said Selina playfully to Isis, who was moving beside her on the roofs of Gotham. ‘Leather isn’t cheap’. Feeling exceptionally pleased with herself, the only downside to her new found fortune was the time it had taken to arrange the deal. Seven-and-a-half hours in the back office of a shady jewelry store had left her bored and more urgently, desperate for relief. She’d been told not to leave the room under any circumstances while the deal was arranged and; for once, had obeyed instruction, not wanting to jeopardize the deal she knew could help so many. However, that now left her with the problem of a swollen bladder, pressing painfully against her suit. Pausing for a moment to hold herself; crossing her legs tightly, she let out an uncharacteristic grunt and swore quietly. ‘Sorry kitty, mommy could really use a litterbox right now… god, that was bad even for me’ admitted Kyle, blushing slightly at the corniness. Fortunately, her safehouse was only a few roofs ahead. Quickly deactivating the security system, she snuck in through the window; groaning once more as the edge pressed against her overfilled bladder, before landing semi-gracefully on the hardwood floor below. Isis followed her through a few moments later. ‘Ah, finally,’ said Selina, beginning to pull down her suit’s zipper and make her way towards the bathroom. Halfway across the room however; just as her zipped had reached below her cleavage, she felt a gust of air race past her and before she could react, something slammed her against the wall. Cursing herself for her ignorance in her desperation to pee, she braced herself for yet another Leviathan assassin, only to grin when she realized the actual cause of her restraint. ‘Kate… what a lovely surprise’. Batwoman’s eyes were blazing, yet Selina noticed the thinnest of smirks across her lips, as the superheroine held her against the wall. ‘You normally react faster. Something got you distracted?’. Selina groaned as she wrapped her legs together, squirming in Batwoman’s grasp, as she smiled awkwardly. ‘I’ll admit, you’ve caught me at an inopportune moment. Perhaps you could let me down?’. ‘Why should I?’. Selina blushed but; not one to let others get the best of her, began to smirk. ‘Well, just between us ladies, I’m sure you know how hard it is to clean leather’. Surprising Selina, Batwoman didn’t drop her stammering or look confused. Instead, she gave a devilish smirk that sent a chill running down Selina’s spine. ‘Ah, I figured that’s why you look so tense’. ‘Afraid so. Now then, will you kindly let me go?’. ‘I don’t think so’. Selina gasped as Batwoman used gadgetry to tie her arms and legs to the wall, as she now began to squirm openly in serious desperation. ‘Batwoman, Kate… please! This is ridiculous’. ‘Is it? Do you know how much you wound me up on the plane?’. Selina stared for a moment, then grinned widely. ‘Ah, so that’s what this is about? In that case, just untie me and after I’ve relieved myself, I’ll run us both a bath’. Selina could see that Kate was sorely tempted, however, as quickly as she considered the idea, Kate rejected it. ‘Afraid not. You had your chance for us both to have fun and I still don’t trust you. So now, you’re going to pleasure me’. ‘Has living in a cave for too long made you go loopy? What makes you think I’ll obey you?’ asked Selina indignantly, though her desperate squirming; getting worse by the minute, made Selina realize exactly what Kate was planning to use as leverage. ‘You’ll obey me because if not… well, like you said… you’ll be cleaning your suit out for a while’. ‘You underestimate me’ said Selina, though not confidently. ‘I can keep holding on for a long time’. ‘Even if you have to watch someone else get relief?’. ‘What do you…’. Selina’s voice tailed off and her mouth hung open in shock as a hissing sound filled the room. It was not her though who was leaking but Batwoman, her black leather batsuit beginning to leak as streams of pee ran out atop her boots and formed a puddle around her. Kate moaned in relief, causing Selina to groan in desperation; now made 10x worse, as she watched the superheroine continue to wet herself and grin in relief. ‘God, that feels good. Been holding for at least ten hours. There’s so much… flowing’. ‘Shut up hero’. ‘It feels so relaxing to just let go and let myself be… wet’. ‘I said… shut u- ah!’. Selina moaned in panic as a spurt of pee burst through the tight black lace knickers underneath her Catwoman suit. Deliberately frail, they wouldn’t hold another leak and Selina needed to get off this wall, to get relief or at very least; to start holding herself before she had a complete accident. ‘Here’s the deal’ said Kate, grinning as her own accident started to slow down. ‘You’re going to take off my suit and give me the best orgasm you can. No half-assing, no teasing without a payoff and if I think for a moment you’re messing with me, I’ll press down on your bladder and you’ll lose control in seconds. I’ve also set up cameras around your apartment to take pictures and I wonder how Bruce would feel about his mature cat losing control like a naughty little kitten?’. Selina stared in horror. ‘You wouldn’t!’. Kate smiled. ‘Not if you do the job well’. Selina squirmed for a few more seconds on the wall in protest but it was hopeless. If she couldn’t hold herself, she was seconds away from a full blown accident and she couldn’t bear the thought of Bruce seeing her like this. ‘Alright!’ she yelled, her voice unusually submissive. ‘I’ll do it’. Batwoman grinned, pressing a button on her suit that unwound the gadget metal bindings that had held her to the wall; dropping her with an unceremonious thud. Immediately, Selina began holding herself, openly moaning from the relief, which she knew would buy her a few more precious minutes of control. Batwoman lay down across a large sofa, spreading her soaking wet, leather-bound legs; though revealing a zipper for Selina to begin her task when she was reading. Selina made her way round to the superheroine, as Isis hissed disapprovingly. ‘Sorry kitty, sometimes a cat’s gotta do what a cat’s gotta do’. Kneeling down on the sofa in front of Batwoman, Selina effortlessly removed the bottom half of the hero’s leather outfit, stripping her down far faster than Kate expected Selina would be able to, making her gasp in anticipation and shock. ‘I have prior experience’ said Selina, smiling smugly. Kate then removed her mask; revealing a blushing and far less confident looking redhead beneath, though paler than her disguise wig. Her legs were toned and hairless; shining from her accident, while her dark blue underwear was soaked to the touch. As Selina stroked a finger across, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from Batwoman, she wondered just how damp the young hero had been before wetting herself. ‘Don’t hold back’ said Kate, though her voice had a trembling quality to it now. ‘Oh Batwoman, you have no idea what you’ve signed up for’. ‘B-bring it Catwoman’. Selina’s right hand slid slowly into Batwoman’s knickers, taking her time with each movement of her finger, making the hero swear a dozen curses that were silenced as Selina kissed her passionately. Part of it was lust; the excitement of the situation winning her over; part of it was the fact that she had just spurted once more, utterly desperate for the toilet and closer to completely wetting herself than she had been since her early days as a jewelry thief. Turning slightly red at that memory, Selina focussed on the task at hand and she quickly realized that; unlike the stoic Batman, Kane would come apart far more easily as putty in her hands. Kate moaned loudly as Selina rubbed her wet clit, making the hero scream with pleasure, as Selina grinned happily. Two of her slender fingers then slipped inside Batwoman and began stroking her inner walls, her screams now making the previous ones sound like gentle whispers. Catwoman purred with delight, though realized she was fast running out of time, as a third leak sprung forth and; overwhelming her oversaturated lingerie, started running down the inside of her suit and legs. Her leather catsuit was so tight against her poor bladder and she badly wanted to rip it off but that would have halted her pleasuring of Kate and cost her even more time. Instead, she decided it was time for the big finale. Her tongue slid down over Batwoman’s pussy and slid inside her, as the hero’s hips began to buckle like crazy; Selina having to hold down the woman’s legs to avoid being kicked in the head. ‘Does someone want to cum?’ said Selina, in a sultry tone, as Batwoman whimpered. ‘I… I… I… need it!’. ‘You need what?’ said Selina teasingly; despite her own impatience. ‘I need to cum’. Selina kissed Kate’s wet thigh and then grinned devilishly. ‘Then cum for me Batwoman’. The moment she said this, her tongue slid deep inside Kate’s pussy; which, thoroughly lubricated from her accident and the lust she felt, sent her body into a pleasurable overdrive. Selina found herself rather enjoying the tangy, salty taste of Batwoman’s piss; mixed in with her juices, and when her tongue gently brushed against the inner walls of Kate’s pussy, she could hold on no longer. ‘Fuck, I’m cumming!’. Batwoman began to squirt violently as Selina purred with pleasure. She lapped up Kate’s juices like a cat with milk, though her own moans were mixed in with groans of discomfort, as watching Kate’s release made her even more desperate for her own. She was now leaking every few seconds and was desperate to get out of her now already peed-in catsuit. Once she was certain Kate was lost to the afterglow, watching her body shudder with sinful pleasure, Catwoman leapt up and began to pull down the zipper on her suit. Unfortunately, while exposing her breasts and coming two-thirds of the way down, her sweating body from all the recent desperation had made it extremely tight and Selina began bouncing on the spot; desperate for the toilet, only seconds away from having a complete accident. ‘Come on, come on!’. Unfortunately, Selina, despite how expertly she had driven Batwoman to a thundering orgasm, had simply been holding too long. With a series of frustrated gasps, she swore violently and tried to shove her hands inside her catsuit but it was too late. Selina moaned with relief and annoyance as she lost control, her soaked lingerie providing no protection as her pee flowed into her catsuit; soaking her legs, the leather and running over her feet and boots, as she stood there embarrassed, peeing herself like a little girl. Meanwhile, Batwoman, recovering from her own orgasm, now realized what was happening and stared in awe as the always sophisticated Selina Kyle continued to wet herself. Kate would never admit it but she’d always had a begrudging respect for the thief’s poise and control. Seeing her lose that now was both shocking and deeply arousing. Selina seemed to feel the same way as; with her bladder having shrunk enough to finally pull off her catsuit, Selina had pulled off the wet leather and had slid a hand inside her soaked black lace, fingering herself with abandon. Having neglected to wear a bra, Batwoman watched with growing lust as the now almost completely naked Selina Kyle started to play with herself with abandon. The release had been too pleasurable; the leather forcing her pee to pulsate against her clit, which had driven Selina into a lustful state almost instantly. Unsurprisingly to anyone, she also had a strong exhibitionist streak and; in what would have been a surprise to many, a humiliation kink. The combination of all of these, as well as her relieved muscles now tightening with a renewed joy, meant Selina rapidly approached the edge of an orgasm within seconds and soon, was swept helplessly over the edge. ‘Fuck!’ she screamed, biting her lip; yet completely unable to suppress her screams of pleasure, as she had one of the best orgasms Selina had ever experienced. To her shock and delight, Batwoman decided to take her words literally and, immensely turned on once more by Selina’s accident, had leapt up from the sofa and was now pushing the still orgasming Selina into the wall she had restrained her against not fifteen minutes earlier. Their lips collided together as the two women fought for dominance, though still reeling from pleasure, Batwoman won and slid her tongue down Selina’s throat, as Catwoman surrendered to the heroine’s control and let out a purr of delight. ‘Kiss my neck’ she begged, her normal control gone; her tone a desperate whimper. Fortunately, Kate was feeling generous after her body’s recent pleasures and obeyed without complaint; causing Selina to moan helplessly. Maneuvering her flexible body, she wrapped her legs around Kate’s things and dragged her nails across Batwoman’s back, causing her to moan in lust-fuelled pain, as she grinded into Selina’s thighs. Streaks of piss splashed across both women as their overtired bladders let out several remaining pangs of desperation; further wetting their soaked bodies, yet neither seemed to care as the two managed to tear each other’s underwear off almost simultaneously. With impressive unity, their hands then slid between each other’s legs and the two began to finger each other; using every trick they had to undo the other’s remaining control first, while their lips remained glued together and their other hands roamed freely. Batwoman groped Catwoman’s perky bum, while Selina pinched Kate’s sensitive nipples and screams of pleasure were now frequent from both women; with no attempt made from either to hold back anymore. The two pleasured each other for sometime as their pleasure built and while Kate had the advantage of stamina, Selina had more experience. The thief with a heart of gold undid the Superhero’s control first; pushing her into a thundering orgasm, though not by much. As Kate screamed with lust; her release so powerful that tears were rolling down her face, her fingers practically vibrated inside Selina and that; combined with watching Batwoman cum violently in front of her, utterly shattered the last of Selina’s control. The two women both collapsed to the floor; wrapped in each other’s arms, as their bodies shook with pleasure. Their legs and butts were lying in piss, their bodies were sweaty and their normally gorgeously organized hair was messed up beyond belief; yet neither cared, treasuring the moment. Neither said anything, simply basking in the afterglow; occasionally gently stroking some part of the other’s body, as they lay together in serene bliss. Eventually; after several joyful minutes, the two women sat up, with abashed but pleased looks on their faces. ‘Wow!’ was all Batwoman could manage, smiling guiltily at Catwoman. Selina returned the smile, which soon morphed into a naughty smirk. ‘Perhaps I was wrong to reject you from mine earlier. I think it would have been very relaxing after all’. Batwoman frowned in confusion. ‘What?’. Selina leaned forward, whispering into Kate’s ear; sending chills down her exhausted but thoroughly pleasured body: ‘A bath… care to join me now?’. (If you're interested in commissioning me to write something for you, just drop me a message)
  7. So, here's a question for you all: What are your favourite Omorashi roleplay experiences? For me, roleplay is one of the biggest parts of this kinks. The wetting and desperation is really fun but if you mix it together with some kind of scenario with a fully consenting partner, that is where it gets truly wild in pleasure. One of my favourites to this day was where my ex-girlfriend blindfolded me, put on some lingerie, then took off the blindfold: Revealing a leather Wonderwoman costume. I am an enormous superhero fan and think Gal Gadot's Wonderwoman is not only a great character but easily the sexiest superhero, so seeing my GF in something similar drove me fucking insane with lust. She then heightened even that crazy level of pleasure by having a pair of white cotton knickers on underneath the lingerie and was beginning to squirm and hold herself in desperation. It was by no means the most character-accurate roleplay ever, she had limited experience with the DCEU but it didn't matter to me at that moment: I was so horny that she probably could have said: 'I'm a desperate Marvel heroine' and I wouldn't have cared... 🤣 She was acting out this fantasy that Wonderwoman was stuck on a planet without any bathrooms and that she desperately needed to find a toilet before she wet herself. She kept saying how desperate she was, how she felt she was going to have an accident through her panties and my cock was honest-to-god rock hard. She did this raised, girly-girl voice while roleplaying that; while again not very character-accurate, sent shivers down my spine and was one of the most arousing things ever. Dara (Fake Name) actually tried to lose control in the costume but unfortunately, she was very pee-shy throughout our relationship and though she was fucking amazing at the desperation/teasing parts, she could almost never finish it completely. TBF, that might have been a good thing, as if she had, I might have cum on the spot without her ever getting to touch me and I'm not sure she would have appreciated that, haha. So, what are your favourite Omorashi Roleplay scenarios? Either ones you've experienced or want to experience?
  8. Haha, those small beds are very relatable for my uni experience and I can imagine! Hopefully, you find that kind of partner again one day 🙂
  9. I'm so sorry it never got to be in person but hot damn, those are some good ones! That second one got me hot under the collar just hearing about it, I can't imagine how divine it must have been to experience. Great memories! 🙂
  10. (SPOILERS FOR THE END OF SHE-RA AND THE PRINCESS OF POWER. THIS STORY IS SET AFTER S5, E13. ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS FANFICTION ARE OVER 18+ AND ARE NOT MY PROPERTY. I'M JUST A FAN. 😊) Part I: Selfless Desperation 'What a day' moaned Catra, falling face first onto the bed, as Adora smiled beside her. 'Tell me about it'. The two of them had been assisting Queen Glimmer and King Bow; recently married, in the rebuilding efforts of Bright Moon. With the Heart of Etheria freed from First Ones restraint and purged of Horde Prime's virus, magic had been flourishing and after six months of peace, Etheria had seen a boom in the number of sorcerers and the magic available to them. It aided greatly in the reconstruction efforts of the kingdoms but even so, all those new people needed training and Glimmer, Micah, Castaspella and others were hard pressed to do that and handle the day-to-day efforts of rebuilding. Naturally, Adora had volunteered; selflessly sacrificing her desired 'Best Friends Squad Roadtrip' for the time being, as Catra knew she would. She'd teased Adora for hero complex but in truth, she was glad to assist. Catra still felt deeply ashamed of her actions as part of the Horde and being able to take part in something good, repairing the damage she'd done: It helped to right a lot of wrongs. They'd been working with Kyle, Rogelio and Lonnie; who Catra had profusely apologised to for her treatment of some time ago, in order to demolish Horde Prime's spires near Selineas and clear away the rubble. It had been long, back-breaking work; even with She-Ra's assistance, and Catra's muscles felt like someone had replaced them with soggy ration bars. 'I don't ever want to get out of this bed'. 'Maybe we shouldn't' said Adora teasingly, rubbing Catra's shoulders, causing her to purr affectionately. 'How are you not collapsed as well? You worked ten times as hard as everyone else'. 'I have the power' pointed out Adora. 'No, I know She-Ra doesn't give you that much of an energy boost. You must still be exhausted'. 'I am pretty tired' admitted Adora, clicking one of her shoulder muscles; grunting in relief, before pressing the same spot on Catra's back. The feline purred even louder but this time, didn't allow herself to sink into the pleasure, turning to look at Adora. 'Why are you still helping me relax then?'. 'Because I love you'. Even now, hearing those words was like nothing else Catra had ever experienced. It sent chills running down her spine, yet filled her heart with warmth. In her core, she felt a sudden dampness; the first tinges of lust, yet it was in her mismatched eyes where she showed the most emotion. Tears formed and Adora's smile widened to see them, which only increased the feelings. 'I love you too' said Catra genuinely, pulling Adora down on top of her as they kissed for several seconds. Catra's tail stroked Adora's leg, as the two women held each other close; the world forgotten, as they enjoyed this moment of tranquil peace. 'Even so' said Catra, finally breaking apart the kiss; despite Adora's pouting. 'You need to rest too'. 'I will'. 'No, you won't' said Catra knowingly. 'You'd have worked all night to clear the rubble if I hadn't told you it was time to stop'. 'I would not!' she protested, though somewhat feebly, as Adora knew Catra was uncomfortably close to the truth. 'You would and we both know it' declared Catra, before flipping Adora onto her back. 'Hey! What are you doing?'. 'I'm going to look after you tonight. You're always helping other people... and me' admitted Catra, smiling fondly at a hundred wonderful memories of the last six months. 'You're taking a break, I don't want you doing anything for others for the rest of the night'. 'But-'. '-No arguments. Don't make me go and get Sparkles to give you a direct order'. Adora sighed grumpily, realising she was beaten. Catra smiled smugly and extended her claws, slowly cutting down the back of Adora's jacket. 'Hey!'. 'Calm down, you've got a whole closet full of them. I still don't get that by the way. You were part of the rebellion for ages and your friends with the queen. Did they never offer to get you some other clothes, besides Horde Gear?'. 'They did' admitted Adora, as Catra frowned. 'Then why do you still wear them?'. 'I... I felt ashamed at first, of what I'd been a part of' said Adora, as Catra felt the touch of old bitterness; from when her best friend had abandoned the Horde. 'I didn't think I deserved to hide that. But after a while, I wanted to keep wearing it. I wanted Etheria to see those colours, the symbols and know that... that it didn't have to be something that was only bad. I wanted to inspire people, to show them that people from the Horde could change. Like I did. Like I knew you could'. Catra was silent for a moment as she finished cutting through Adora's red jacket. 'Does that make sense?'. 'For you it does. You're so damn selfless even what you wear is for other people's sake'. Adora blushed, then felt a sudden chill as Catra lifted her white undershirt up and kissed her back. She moaned in pleasure, before Catra cut that shirt to ribbons as well. Once Adora's back was completely exposed, Catra's hands began to gently rub against Adora's muscles. Adora moaned in relief, as the day's tensions began to leave her body. Catra meanwhile could feel her netherfur starting to get damp. Even her girlfriend's back was arousing to her: Toned, scarred; more than a few from her, though not all of them were bad. She fondly ran her tail along one that she'd given Adora when clawing her back after the celebratory party that had been held two weeks after Horde Prime's destruction. A dozen pleasurable images passed through her mind, such as shoving Adora against one of the hallways of the castle and sliding her fingers inside her tight trousers. Adora had blushed like crazy during the whole thing; afraid to be caught, yet she had been the one by the end who was begging Catra to continue. The feline smiled as she purred with pleasure. Tonight was going to be a wonderful night. Adora for her part was relishing this moment. As much as she carried the weight of the world on her shoulders, being with Catra made her feel as light as a feather and she had done wonders for her self-esteem in the months since they had confessed their love for each other. Adora no longer had nightmares about people abandoning her if she lost the powers of She-Ra again, nor cried in private if others had to do something for her that she was unable to. Even so, Adora still had some ways to go in terms of a completely healthy hero-life balance, which she realised as she began to squirm from a painful pang in her bladder; groaning in annoyance. 'What's up? Did I something wrong?' asked Catra worriedly. 'No, no, of course not!' said Adora quickly. 'I just need to use the bathroom'. 'Ohhh, okay... wait a minute!' said Catra suspiciously, as Adora squirmed in desperation and confusion; wondering why Catra hadn't gotten off her yet. 'What is it?'. 'I didn't see you use the bathroom once when we were around Selineas and I know you're too much of a hero to go in the ocean'. 'What?! Of course I did' lied Adora, unconvincingly; as she started to squirm even more, her need rapidly growing now that Catra had relaxed her other muscles. Catra's eyes narrowed, then widened in realisation. 'You haven't relieved yourself all day?!'. Adora blushed bright red. 'There was work to be done and the others were struggling and-' Catra silenced Adora by placing a single finger to her lips. 'How did you survive this long without me?'. Instead of laughing, Adora looked Catra right in the eyes and smiled faintly. 'I don't know'. Catra gasped with emotion and pulled Catra into another passionate kiss; the two women rolling over the bed as they both fought to dominate the other, though Catra gained the upperhand and was soon on top. Adora might have fought harder but her bladder was extremely full; more than she had realised in her exhausted state, and she was still squirming desperately. 'Catra, please... I don't want to stop but I really need to go. Just give me two minutes'. 'No'. Adora looked at Catra in shock, who was looking into Adora's eyes with a playful but firm expression. 'Catra, stop messing around, I-'. '-Why do you want to go?' asked Catra. 'What do you mean, why? Doesn't it speak for itself?!'. 'You just told me you don't want to stop' said Catra. 'So that means, the only reason you're stopping is for other people's sake; again'. 'What?! How?'. 'Simple. You don't want to get the bed wet, because someone else will have to wash it. The same for your clothes, though, I wouldn't be surprised if you refused to allow other people to do it'. Adora blushed again. Catra sighed. 'Of course. So, why do you want to get up if you can just wash these later?'. Adora couldn't believe she was having this debate and rapidly sensed she was running out of time to win it, as she continued to squirm. She tried to push Catra off but the feline grabbed her wrists and held her down. She could have transformed into She-Ra but Adora would never do that to win an argument. 'I'll get you wet. You hate being wet'. Catra shrugged. 'If its the ocean or a river or... a water spray' muttered Catra, silently cursing Netossa. 'From you, I don't care'. Adora stared in shock. 'Well... I don't want to have an accident. I'm a woman, not some little kid'. 'You told me you want to stay here... with me' said Catra, whispering those last two words into Adora's ears as she whimpered with desperation and lust. 'And I don't want to stop for any longer. I told you that this night is about you'. Adora tried to respond but found she couldn't as Catra's lips began working their way down her chest; kissing over and around her breasts, suckling them gently, making Adora whimper in delight. 'You just do whatever you have to. But I'm not letting you out of this bed'. Adora moaned in pleasure as Catra continued to plesure her body, the feline's tail teasing between her legs as her lips kissed her breasts and her hands groped her bum. Even so, within a few minutes, Adora knew she couldn't keep holding on. Catra was nothing if not thorough, she wouldn't let Adora leave until every part of her body had been pleasured and if she felt on the verge of losing control now, she knew there was no way she'd be able to hold on through the orgasm she knew was building deep within her. 'Catra please... I'm desperate. You need to let me go'. 'Nope'. Her girlfriend's stubborn refusal made her groan in frustration, which only served to make Catra giggle; before pushing her back against the bed. Deviously, Catra then flipped Adora on top but kept a firm grip on her hands, as Adora's eyes widened in embarrassment. 'Catra please... I'm going to wet myself. I'll soak you'. 'Just get it over with then!' laughed Catra. 'You'll feel better afterwards'. Adora tried to hold on but it was no use. Squirming furiously, there was no escape and her restraints began to fail. Her trousers were too tight, her bladder too full, she'd had too many drinks while working and Catra holding her hands down meant that she couldn't use them to help hold on. It was hopeless and suddenly, she gasped, as she felt her control shatter. Adora, She-Ra of Etheria and Princess of Power, best friend to Queen Glimmer of Bright Moon and King Bow, Techmaster of Bright Moon, the rebellion's greatest hero, the last of the First Ones, the Destroyer of the Horde, Slayer of Horde Prime and universally acclaimed symbol of freedom throughout the universe... began to wet herself. Unlike many others, it was an all-or-nothing affair for Adora. There had been no leaks, no spurts or dribbles beforehand; her ironclad control would not allow it. By the same extension, once she lost control, there was truly no stopping it and Catra watched in awe as her best friend and lover began to soak her trousers, watching a dark wet patch form around her crotch and quickly expand down both legs; slowly forming a puddle on the bed. Adora moaned in relief, yet had turned completely red with embarrassment; her eyes glittering with emotion, as she realised she was having the first accident she'd had since she was five years old. Catra giggled; kissing her girlfriend's neck. 'This is the cutest thing I've ever seen'. As it continued however; for Adora had been holding on for almost 13 hours straight and there was a lot to get out, Catra felt a bolt of arousal shoot straight down to her core and make her feel weak in the knees. She realised immediately why it was turning her on so much. All her life, Adora had been a symbol of control, discipline and strength for Catra. Even as an enemy, these qualities had made her the most interesting challenge Catra had ever faced; as well as the most emotional. Watching Adora lose that normal control that was so effortless for her, Catra realised that Adora wetting herself was one of the hottest things she could ever imagine and right now, it was playing out before her. Her strong, proud, heroic girlfriend was completely wetting the bed. Catra let out a deep purr as her whole body trembled with pleasure. Adora was also starting to feel similarly turned on, though for very different reasons. As someone who willingly chose to try and wrap their arms around the world, to protect everyone from as many evils as possible, Adora was endlessly kind but also, consistently stressed. There was always someone that needed saving, something that needed doing and Adora was always the first to volunteer to help. That kind of commitment required constant strength and control, which while Adora was proud of that in herself, it was also tiring and there were times she craved for a long break. Relaxing with her friends or Catra helped towards that, yet wetting herself like this was a physical release of that stress unlike anything she'd ever felt. It was like she was abandoning her responsibilities, her control; letting herself be weak and vulnerable, yet in a place where it was with the woman she loved more than anything. That unwinding of her normal control, with the person she knew wanted to see that for her more than anyone, left Adora's body shuddering with arousal. Adora's trousers were now drenched and the puddle around her was enormous, as the two women looked into each other's eyes. They both saw it immediately; unable to hide it. Both were turned on and; with Adora still halfway through wetting herself, they came together in a kiss that made that previous passion look utterly lifeless. Adora began to tear the bindings off of Catra's outfit, while Catra's hand slipped down and began massaging her girlfriend's sopping wet clit as she continued to pee her pants. 'Oh Catra' moaned Adora, as Catra growled with lust and began to finger Adora; pee streaming through her fingers, as her girlfriend yelled with delight. 'Catra, please don't stop' moaned Adora, as Catra's fingers continued to delight her as her accident began to reach its end. 'I won't. 'Promise?'. 'I promise'. Catra's fingers only increased in their pleasure-giving, sliding inside her love's soaking wet pussy; just as her accident concluded. Adora and Catra were now in a bed drenched with pee, yet both had never felt more excited in their lives; with Catra even using her other hand to desperately play with herself, completely overcome by lust. The two women moaned and kissed and played with each other, building the lust between them in their soaked clothes, until both of them were glowing with pleasure. 'Catra... I can't...' said Adora, right on the edge. 'Its okay Adora... let go'. Adora didn't need to be told twice and let out a scream that would have woken half the castle, if Catra hadn't chosen that moment to kiss her. The orgasm rocking Adora's body was immense, causing her hips to thrust wildly as the sight of her girlfriend's body in ecstasy and her roaming tongue finally pushed Catra over the edge too. Her orgasm was nearly as powerful and the two women moaned in wet delight, excited beyond anything they had ever felt, as their bodies joined in mutual delight. Their tongues fought hungrily inside each other's mouth, their hands slipped over wet clothes and breasts that were hard with pleasure and the knots of tension that had released when the fell over the edge: That was enough to bathe in a warm afterglow together for several blissful minutes afterwards. For a while, neither said anything; simply holding each other, until Catra sighed with pleasure, staring up at the ceiling. 'Wow!' said Catra. 'Yeah... wow!' agreed Adora. The two knew they would be trying this again very soon, both shooting each other lustful glances at the shared thought. Rather than articulate that, they simply held each other close and smiled. 'I love you' said Adora warmly. 'I love you too... so, what are we going to do about this bed? I think I overestimated it. The mattress is soaked through' admitted Catra, giggling. Adora looked over the bed and blushed at the damage she'd inflicted. 'It looks like I really needed to go!' laughed Adora. 'You look so cute when you're embarrassed'. 'I don't think I'll be able to clean this'. Catra looked incredulous. 'You're not seriously going to ask someone else to?'. 'Of course not! This bed is a write off! I'll just set it on fire'. Catra stared blanky. 'Huh?'. 'Well, I do a lot of training in here. I'll just say I accidentally threw my She-Ra sword at the bed while it was on fire, then ask for a new one. Glimmer will understand'. 'You're asking for something... are you sure you're feeling okay?'. Adora rolled her eyes, stripping off her wet trousers and throwing them into a corner of the room; where she'd wash them later. Catra purred at the sight of her girlfriend's wet bottom, watching tendrils of pee still running down the back of her legs from her soaked red underwear. Moments later, she pulled them off too, as Catra smirked. 'Looking good Adora'. Her girlfriend smiled; winking playfully at her, before raising her hand as a sword appeared. 'For the honour of Grayskull!'. (This is an ongoing series. If you're interested in commissioning me to write something for you, just drop me a message)
  11. Argh, such a frustrating part to end on but I understand! What a fantastic story. She sounds amazing! I hope your relationship continues to go from strength-to-strength. 🙂
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