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  1. New thread with lots of requests already, so I may as well throw one in too! Hopefully it's an interesting enough concept, here goes: Princess (Etrian Odyssey, blonde version) and Angie (Danganronpa V3), both wearing nothing but bikinis + tiara/crowns to indicate royalty, aged up. If possible, I'd like to see them extra-bottomheavy, huge butt/thick thighs/etc. The two are having "friendly" negotiations between nations in the form of a drinking contest, one that's clearly been going on for days given that both are now extremely desperate, with super-colossal bladder bulges. Although it looks like neither one can take a single drop more, they refuse to give in, even as another giant pitcher of strong, tropical tea is brought out... I'm not totally sure what they'd be debating over, or how they'd be positioned in the image, though I'd imagine it's happening on or near a beach (where the constant sound of water provides additional torment, though that's not entirely necessary to incorporate). As for style, cartoony/cel with simple background please!
  2. On the subject of fantasy, I've imagined such a place many times. A place where girls are encouraged to hold their bladders, no matter how full, for countless reasons. Routinely, I think of an island, with resort-grade beaches and natural splendor. A place where strong, large tropical drinks, lemonades, and many other fancy, desperation-inducing drinks can be found, where the smallest size available is still quite large thanks to the heat and the "vacation" nature of the place. Although one wouldn't be able to walk even a single block without passing five or six places to purchase such drinks, available restrooms seem legendarily rare. Even the resort hotels often opt to have just a single restroom for all the ladies staying there, let alone anywhere else on the island! Culturally speaking, there would be a pridefulness about the size and fullness of one's bladder, and in a place where minimal clothing and exposed midriffs are common, openly-visible bulges would also be quite common. Sneaking off into an alleyway for relief would not only be very difficult with the bustling, always-awake party atmosphere of the island, but it's also heavily frowned upon- just as taboo as refusing a drink someone else offers, or asking for the location of a restroom! Even when her bulging, soccer-ball sized bladder is bursting, a native girl will proudly and gladly declare that she can hold much more, while drinking another massive, potent tropical drink!
  3. Ooh, it's very nice to see this get an update~ Fantastic so far, and definitely my kind of desperation!
  4. 274: Another bottle of tea. Her tenth? Twelfth? She couldn't recall how many it was now. Her visibly bulging bladder was bursting hours ago- but there was no restroom here. She ground her thick thighs together, forcing her straining bulge to swell further. She would hold it all. 262: Thick thighs. Wide hips. Huge ass. Colossal bladder. The bar patrons loved her dancing, and she loved the free drinks. She drank from early evening to last call, only to learn that the restrooms were out of order. Her dancing was especially excellent that night. 278: She was holding an ocean of pee. A long night of excessive drinking lead to a hasty, rushed morning. Coffee was a necessity, peeing was not. She kept drinking, she kept holding, and she kept working. She started the day with a bulging bladder, and she would end it that way too. 280: Jasmine's microphone picked up all of her whimpering and gasping, but she didn't care anymore. Her bladder was bursting, badly, but she kept playing. "Holding it makes you play better", they said. They were right- though maybe five bottles of soda had been too many to start with.
  5. Her bladder is so round and full, she's been holding in all of her hot piss for so long, and still she is not allowed a single drop of relief! Her bladder gets bigger and bigger with every passing hour, her massive bulge sticking out further, and still she obediently holds it all in even while pleading for release. It seems impossible for her to hold so much in her long-bursting bladder, she never stops filling up, she never gives in and lets go. Eventually, she begs to know when you'll finally let her pee. How long can she go without relief? How much more could she possibly contain? Hours? Days? Worse?
  6. I've held off on making a request largely because so many of the ones already made have been plenty satisfying, but I think I've finally got a scenario in mind that I really want to see! Simply enough: a girl boasts about her ability to hold it, and maybe exaggerates just a little. Her friends decide to put her capacity to the test, with a set number of large tea bottles. Her friends are amazed because she's only got one or two left and looks like she'll make it, but internally she's absolutely bursting and frantic, barely able to keep her composure for even a second and deeply regretting her prior boasting. She -knows- she's way past maxed out, but she's still giving a strained smile, despite the way her legs are twisted super-tight to try and hold back. She pretends to be fine to the awe of everyone around her, seconds away from leaking. (While I'm a huge fan of things like bladder bulges and meters, it's fine to go without them on this setup, and there wouldn't actually need to be anyone but the girl in question in-frame. This can fairly simply be boiled down to "a prideful girl holding it to her limit, and hiding that fact as best as she still can".) As for the girl herself, I really only have two preferences - blonde hair (wavy and mid-length if possible, but any style will do), and notably bottomheavy figure (thick thighs, wide hips, large butt, especially compared to the rest of her figure). If you do decide to include anyone else in the frame, bonus points for having her be the most "bottomheavy" (widest hips, etc), and/or throwing in commentary from other girls along the lines of "I can't even hold half that much", etc.
  7. B! Can't let the princess know we have to go, that would be unladylike.
  8. Fantastic~! So many little details from the games themselves, on top of a wonderfully extreme bulge! The stars and lines around her bladder really sell how overfull she is, as well as that massive x-ray panel! Well worth the wait, a wonderful image overall! Thanks muchly for the request!
  9. Even incomplete, that's quite the image~! Good to see that you're doing better, as well!
  10. This is amazing! Definitely the kind of extreme, drawn-out desperation I love the most~ I certainly don't mind taking liberties with the scenario, and I've certainly got no problems with how monstrous her bulge turned out! It's going to be a long time and a lot of drinks before she's allowed anywhere near that toilet. I appreciate this greatly! Thank you so much~
  11. I've always thought about the idea of a reverse pressure plate, ala a barrel bolted to a pressure plate full of strong tea. The only way to unlock the door is to make the barrel lighter, but because it's bolted down, (or due to other features of the room), the only way to do that is to drink.
  12. Ooh, I've got a request. Seems like no one's gone for lineless color yet, so I think I will! When it comes to shading and style, I'll leave that up to whatever's easiest for you. Oh, and definitely exaggerated, the bigger the better! As for my actual request, I'd love to see a wide-hipped girl squirming and enduring a MASSIVE bladder bulge, empty bottles/cans/glasses etc piled up at her feet, with another in her hand, showing that she's still drinking more. Bonus points if you can include a locked bathroom door and/or table full of drinks she hasn't gotten to yet in the background~! The more extreme her desperation, the better!
  13. Gotta say, I'm loving the art so far! Bulges are already rare enough, let alone truly massive ones! I can't resist making a request after seeing such fantastic results. I'd like to request the blonde Princess from Etrian Odyssey III (official ref swimsuit ref) enduring a massively overfull bladder (6-10 liters-ish, roughly based on the other images? More is always fine!). Numerous stacks of empty bottles pile at her feet and in the background, but despite everything she's already had, there's plenty more to drink (barrels, punch-bowls, even just bottles she hasn't gotten to yet). Perhaps even a visibly padlocked restroom door, if you're willing to devote that much effort to the background! I'm definitely a huge fan of the x-ray bladder shots too, and would love a percent gauge showing 120-200%, and maybe even a drink counter showing that she's already consumed nearly triple digits of bottles, but isn't even halfway done drinking yet. As for the refs, any clothing is fine, especially since her official outfit is rather complex. I'd honestly prefer something skimpier for this, but despite the specifications, I'm really not all that picky! Anything with this princess bursting to go would be fantastic! Oh, and the style! I'd prefer a digital/computer image, but I'm not picky about the rest!
  14. The room itself wasn't all that uncomfortable- not nearly as much as the walk of pantiless shame up to the second floor had been after her accident, anyway. It was certainly larger than she'd expected, furnished more like a hotel room than a dorm, and even with a bathroom shared between suites, the sight of fresh towels was enough to forgive any recent transgressions against decency. It seriously was staying like a hotel- walking into the bathroom, Isabel noticed the relatively spacious bath, fancy, earth-tone tiles, and contrasting fluffy white towel that probably belonged to whoever lived across from her. She'd surely meet them later- for now, locking the door and cleaning up was her first priority. Isabel looked at the towel in her hand for a moment, then to the bath... It surely looked luxurious, and new soaps and shampoo bottles already lined a nearby shelf, as if anticipating this very moment. Why towel off when you can soak in a warm bath, after all? Moments later, Isabel had the water to a reasonable temperature, allowing the bath to fill as she stripped away the remainder of her clothing. Given how she'd already been given new toiletries, it wasn't hard to imagine that her closet might already be stocked, likely with some of her old clothes. Isabel considered using the shower to tend to her hair, but as the bath had already filled fairly well, she decided a little relaxation first couldn't hurt. Isabel's slim figure slipped into the slightly-steaming water with only small sounds, the waterline reaching up along her calf, up to her knee, and along her thigh as she climbed into the clear pool of water. Her somewhat thick thighs and exceptionally wide hips- wide enough to create the slightest gap between those aformentioned thighs- disappeared into the water with a small splash, followed by her tapered waist and modest chest. The tips of her hair coiled at the surface of the water as she let herself sink into the bath, past her small mounds up to her shoulders, stopping just before her neck as her knees re-emerged from the water. The tub, shaped more like a hot tub than anything else, was deep enough for her to submerge most of herself into the water, and included a small ledge to sit on underneath the showerhead. She made full use of these features- the tub wasn't exactly sized for two people, but she filled it with room to spare nonetheless. Next came the pure-white bath cloth and swirly, fragrant blue-and-white soap. She dipped both into the water as she scrubbed the two together, making plenty of bubbles in the bath cloth and clouding the water somewhat as she did. Once the bath cloth had been properly lathered, she started with her shoulders- moving the sudsy white square down from her shoulder, across her slim, taut arm, past the slightly rough elbow to the delicate, dextrous fingertips. She wasn't the most athletic, but she certainly didn't have any flab here, and her skin looked healthy, if slightly tan, underneath the pure white bubbles. She repeated the back-and-forth process a couple more times before moving on to her other arm, doing the same pattern in reverse. A particularly noticeable freckle on her shoulder blended into her peripheal vision, as she'd seen it a hundred times before; it was covered up by soap with the second and third pass of the bath cloth. She traced circles along her chest, moving from one shoulder to another, getting foamy white bubbles all the way up to her neck in the process. After moving up, she moved down- a bit more carefully, sending the white cloth down between her small barely-B cups, scrubbing them from underneath before more gently circling each mound, leaving them covered in cleansing foam. The soft cloth glided well over her figure, giving her little reason to brace for certain snags she'd experienced with more rough, worn rags... More dipping soap and cloth into the water, generating bubbles to drift across the water's surface and muddling the image of her body underneath the previously clear water. She raised up and drew the cloth in a wide circle around her waist, before deciding to slink back down into the warm pool and scrub away from underneath the water's surface. Bubbles clinging to her body decided instead to spread out over the water, the white rag disappearing underneath the soap-clouded water to scrub away at her hips, stomach, and thighs. More and more foamy bubbles rose to the wobbling surface of the water, twisting and swirling with each unseen scrubbing motion. Isabel had nearly scrubbed all the way down to her feet when she heard a loud noise coming from behind the door- her roommate, whoever they may be, quite loudly making an entrance. A pause, before the bathroom door handle jiggled, once, twice, three times, each time longer and more violent- but the lock held. "What? Locked? Oohhhh, noooo, I can't take this much longer..!" Another voice loudly proclaimed just on the other side of the door, muffled enough to be slightly difficult to hear over the slight sounds of moving water. "I-is there somebody in there? Please, please, pleaaaaaaase open the door! I'm gonna burst any second now, oooh..!" Isabel shifted suddenly, causing the bathwater to splash noisily. "Uhm, hold on a moment! I still need to wash my hair..!" Isabel's embarrassed reply came with her suddenly turning on the shower, if both to hurry as well as to make up for her leisurely, slow pace earlier. Bang bang, bang bang. Each knock thundered, the handle jiggling so much that Isabel could only imagine the wild dancing of the girl behind it. "Nooooooo, I can't wait that long! Please open the door, I barely made it here without an accident, I'm dying for a piss! Please!" Isabel hurriedly ran soapy fingers through her hair, moving as quickly as she could without tangling herself up or being too rough. "Just a moment! I won't take more than a couple minutes!" More loud banging, paired with whimpering and moaning loud enough to be heard through the thick doors. "Oh my god I can't take it, that shower is going to make me blow..! It feels like I'm smuggling a lake and my dam really can't hold it back very much longer! T-the door, I don't care, just open it pleaaaase!" "You'll make it, you'll make it! Just, hold on!" Isabel shouted, rinsing the last of the soap out of her hair and unplugging the bath drain. She opened her own door to throw her clothes into her room, before wrapping her towel around herself. She didn't have the hands to do all of this and still unlock the door, further tormenting whoever was behind it... "I won't if you don't open this door right now! I'm stretched bigger than a watermelon and tighter than a drum, with even more on the way!" Isabel's hand reached the lock, but hesitated. She could only imagine what the girl on the other side of the door looked like, undoubtedly doubled over with one hand jammed tightly between double-crossed legs as she swayed and bounced, her enormous melon of a bladder bulging obscenely out of her clothes as one hand vigorously banged against the door, helplessly. Already pushed into extreme desperation, and by her own confession, filling even further, every single second counted- and Isabel was willingly letting them slip by, for reasons she didn't entirely understand. "Oh god oh god pleeaaaaase just get this door open! I can hear all that water and it's driving me up the wall! Open..! Open..! Just, open it already!!! Isabel fiddled with the lock, having difficulty turning it while the girl on the other end pulled it as though her life depended on it. "Let go, then! The lock's stuck, it won't turn if you keep pulling the handle!" The frantic wobbling ceased. Isabel hesitated. "Oh my god oh my god oh my god I'm going to die I have to pee I have to pee I have to pee..." Two seconds passed as the lock clicked, Isabel pulling the door open. Rather than the instantaneous movement Isabel had been expecting, though, the girl struggled to take even the tiniest steps. She kept muttering her defeatist mantra the entire short journey to the toilet, twisted up tighter than a pretzel. It took great effort- though none so great as the effort she put into holding back the ocean of piss trapped inside her enormous bladder bulge- to turn around and plant herself on the seat. She tried to pull her panties down, but her legs simply refused to uncross, and she only barely managed to get them out of the way before she spread her legs and let go. The only thing close to matching the resounding, high-pressure hissing of her stream was the loud, unashamed moan she released from her lips, sighing with great satisfaction at finally being able to relieve her titanic bladder. Isabel could only stare, at first at that slowly-shrinking melon-sized bulge, but later at the girl in general- taking in details about her new suite-mate. She was definitely a very short girl, although her frame was not exactly petite- she looked young due to her height, but little else. The swell of her chest suggested a cup size that Isabel could only dream about, made all the more apparent by her diminutive stature, and furthermore, she had quite a wide set of hips as well. Isabel quietly prided herself in being the wider of the two, but this girl definitely had plenty of room for that enormous melon- Isabel saw it receding back into a flat belly when she looked again. The girl's bright, vivid red hair caught Isabel's attention, it was roughly as long as Isabel's own, reaching a little further down on the other girl's figure. Minutes passed as she fully emptied, completely oblivious to the towel-clad Isabel watching in wonder. "Hhah... oh god, I thought I was gonna explode. They didn't warn me you were coming in today! I guess they wouldn't, since we won't actually be sharing more than a bathroom, but... wow, very nearly some bad timing, wasn't it?" Isabel nodded, quietly. "I guess it was, wasn't it." "Nearly bad is better than totally bad. Anyway, my name is Dahlia. If you need help getting used to things, just come chat! My door's always open." "Uh, thanks! I'm Isabel." "Don't be shy, newbie. You'll get used to it. You know, living here is actually pretty comfortable. All you have to do is participate in those shows, as lewd as they might be, and they take such lavish care of you outside of that! Seriously, you can ask them for anything. Might take a couple tries for 'em to get it spot on at first, but they don't want you being too stressed off the job, you know? Makes for bad shows." "Oh, really? Anything?" "Pretty much. I ask for a high-end gaming laptop at least once every other year. Sometimes I'll ask for games, art supplies, notebooks, games... Whatever I want at the time, really! They have these nice little forms, should be on your desk." "I see... This is free?" "Kinda. I'm sure that there's some loophole where it extends your contract, but really, why leave? I'd never be able to live this good on my own." "Yeah... I'm probably going to be on for at least two seaso-" "Three or four. Like I said, they find ways to keep you. Seriously, if you're already looking at that kind of time, settle in and get used to it. We've got a little while before the new season starts anyway." "I'm... not so sure I-" "I wasn't either. But seriously, it's totally worth it. Come on, if you were the type that really minded, you'd have had that door open way faster." "I, I..." "Look, it's no problem! I'm just trying to give you some advice, y'know? Speaking of, it's not just me. Everyone in this hall sticks together. Not during the shows, so much, since we've all got our own motivations. But outside of that, totally! We're all literally in this together." "I... see. Thanks." "You're welcome. For the advice and the show." Isabel blushed, realizing that she'd just watched Dahlia relieving herself, then held a conversation with her, all in their shared bathroom. "Don't worry about it, newbi- I mean, Isabel. You get used to this kinda stuff pretty fast. I get it if you want your privacy, just know I'm not the kind of girl who minds." "Got it. I'll uh, see you later." "See ya." Isabel flopped down on her bed, sighing. The bath was quite relaxing, and her suite-mate... well, for a moment, the sheer absurdity of their first meeting brought a giggle to Isabel's lips. Life here really didn't seem all that bad- her bed was soft, she had anything she could possibly want, and she had people around who would definitely keep life... interesting, to say the least. Was it something she'd get used to, though? She couldn't shake how... foreign, it all felt. The room felt like a hotel, not a home. Her new friend felt like a one-time encounter, not a neighbor. Maybe all of that would wear off by the first show, then again, maybe it wouldn't...
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