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Whew!  You didn't think I'd miss the last day, did you? XD

Aaand, that's a wrap on Omovember!  I hope you guys had as much fun with it as I did making these images!

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Prompt (freebie!):
"She really has to pee, but she... is trying to seduce you by asking for permission!"  --- And she's been a good kitty, wouldn't you agree?  In fact, she's really enjoying her little "delay"...  We can't spoil that for her by giving her permission right away!  😄 


As was the case with all 30 days of Omovember --- the nude and textless versions are available on my Patreon!  In fact, I have nude versions for most of the stuff I do --- basically anything short of my comics (which are early-access there instead)!  So, if you want to see exactly what she's doing with that hand (you can probably guess! XD), or need more catgirl nippies in your life (who doesn't?), please consider checking it out! 

Prompt:
"She's peeing herself because she... couldn't pause the game!"  

The tournament is on, and she had to go BAD when it started!  But they weren't going to hold everyone up just so she could pee, so she held it... Until she couldn't anymore!  Unfortunately, whatever aiming talent she has in-game does not translate to being able to aim her pee stream into that tiny bottle in real life! 😋

As usual, the nude and textless versions are available on my Patreon! So if you feel that true at-home comfort means she needs to be naked instead of in that stuffy jersey, consider checking it out!

Phew!
Prompt:
"She really has to pee, but she... has been cruelly pranked by her friends!"

Silly Sophie was being way too cute squirming for the past two hours on the way home!  So her friends decided to keep the fun going by having Brooke lock her out of the bathroom!  And why not stream Sophie's little struggle so it can be shared with the world?  🤣

As usual, the nude and textless versions are available on my Patreon!  So if you think this little prank would be even funnier if they were all naked --- please consider taking a look!

Prompt:
"She's peeing herself because she... accidentally locked herself inside of something!" 
And with one massively relieving gush, Harlyn's career as an escape artist is dead!  Even if they hadn't put cameras inside the safe, the pee dribbling out from the bottom of the door will tell them all they would need to know! XD

Was she locked in the safe accidentally?  No...  But taking into consideration that she was intending to escape shortly thereafter using the key in her glove --- not to spend 3 hours cooped-up inside of it --- it definitely became an accident!  (And in more ways than one!)  If only someone hadn't forgotten to slip her the key...  
 
I didn't have a lot of time to work on this one today, if you couldn't tell!  😅
Anyway, as usual, the nude version of this (as well as for all of the other Omovember images) is available on my Patreon!  If you're interested, all of Harlyn's fancy costume can disappear in a puff of smoke! 🤣🪄
 

Forgive me if I had to go a little fast with this one; I'm visiting with family!~

Prompt:
"She really has to pee, but she... dan't leave without forfeiting her final exam grade!"


Everyone knew that the final agronomics exam was going to be a monster, but no one could anticipate the four-hundred-question behemoth that landed on their desk at the start of the double-slotted exam period!  Yeah, you could leave at any time... provided you finished it early.  No one was going to pull that off --- least of all, Jasmine who needed to pass it in order to avoid retaking the class next spring and thus subsequently extending her time at Nitefield by another whole semester with whatever it displaced!  

The poor girl's grade must have been hovering in the low C's following the already pretty-rough midterm.  To be fair, this was one of those nasty morning classes that started well before anyone was properly awake enough to follow it.  And Jasmine's interests were not particularly in line with the farming industry --- this was one of the bifurcating paths in her botany (with focus on horticultural science) degree.  Hell, non-traditional set-ups involving greenhouses and vertical-farming didn't even appear in the course material until a couple weeks ago!

So, to put it bluntly, Jasmine was struggling.  Particularly with the history and legal aspects of the subject --- two parts that she was nearly certain he had dozed-through.  And she was in a full-on panic after what must have been twenty outright guesses in-a-row.  Mathematically, that couldn't have accounted for a whole lot --- 5% if she missed every single one... But couple that with her already questionable performance on everything else as well as memories of fickle question-weighting schemes in her other classes and her morale was hitting bedrock.

There was another problem.  Jasmine had made the (to be fair, reasonable) assumption that this test would --- at most --- have been half the length it actually ended up being.  And while it wasn't the wisest thing to do, she skipped making a precautionary pit-stop beforehand.  She just wanted this nightmare to be over, so she figured that she'd pop in and give it her best shake before skipping out and leaving the rest to prayer.
Sitting down for an exam like this with a slight need to pee would be uncomfortable, sure, but manageable.  She thought she'd been handed enough tests for her entire row when the weight of the sheaf of papers caused it to droop heavily over her hand... But while she tried to find and separate out "her" copy, her instructor simply went to the desk behind her and continued to hand them out individually.

BIG uh-oh.  The fat #423 on the last page caused the all blood to drain from her head --- and apparently filter directly through her kidneys!  Because by #53, she needed to pee.  By #86 she really needed to pee.  By #110... she was starting to feel nauseous she needed to pee so fucking badly.  By #122, Jasmine had to pause between answers to grab herself between questions.

There was no leaving mid-final.  If she left, what she had was what she had...  And after that many guesses, there was no way she could pull through.  Worse still, she was slowing down and running behind... She needed to ignore her unbelievably dire need to urinate or she wouldn't finish in time.

And she really was trying to do this.  But her own biology was making this impossible...  Her bladder was a solid, and heavy glass orb of hot, merciless pee, and her body wanted it out more than it wanted to breathe.

All she could think of was the answer she knew she'd be given if she even bother to ask: "That's too bad.  But you're a fully-grown woman, and this is college.  You really should've peed before the test."

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As with all of these Omovember images thus far, the nude version is vailable on my Patreon!
 

Prompt:
"She really has to pee, but she... is in trouble and can't leave!"
And oh puppy, is this girl in trouble... Remember when our poor advertising executive "popped" during her pitch and ended up jetting a stream of hot piss through her panties into the planter of a fake ficus... all while the entire executive board of the company to which she was making said pitch was still in the room?!

Well, here's a window into how that next day went for her:  Called into her boss' office to (hopelessly, let's be honest) beg to keep her job... just as she had finally gotten to the end of her rope and started tip-toeing to the ladies' room.  I mean, can you blame her?  She'd just kept her head down and tried to get a ton of work done without drawing any attention to herself... pee-breaks weren't exactly a high-priority.  

The only problem, is now she's getting grilled while retaining an entire day's worth of anxiously collected urine --- probably doubled in volume compared to her usual fluid intake due to the neurotic sucking-down of her water bottle whenever memories of the previous day presented themselves... which happened frequently.

So, her bladder is FULL.  Really, really FULL.  It's quivering and rock-hard, like a large coconut.  Maybe the mental anguish is helping her keep everything "squinched", because she is certain that she's surpassed the level of need that she felt during that pitch.

She's probably going to be fired, but to be honest, the only thing on her mind is whether she'll get to pee before security escorts her out...


As usual, the nude and textless versions are available on my Patreon!  Getting fired is pretty humiliating.  Getting fired while completely naked (and, of course, dying to pee) is another level of humilation, entirely!  So if you want to see that little spectacle, consider checking it out! XD
 

Prompt:

"She really has to pee, but she... has to finish a tall drink before she can go... maybe!"
 
Oh, karma can really be a bitch, and Penny's learning that the hard way!  Caught short and her bus leaves in three minutes --- she's already bought a tall soda... Now she's just gotta drink it really quick!

As usual, the nude and textless versions are available on my Patreon!  So if you want to see Penny about to pee her pants... without the pants... please consider checking it out!

Ack, later than I wanted to post it, but it's still today!  XD

Prompt:
"She really has to pee, but she... can't get the ropes undone after being tied up!"

Alexis is in a bit of trouble here!  The game is simple, drink a bunch and don't pee all day.  Then Courtney gets to tie her up once she's finally back in their dorm.

Today is unusual in that Courtney's being generous: Alexis can dash off to the ladies' room at any time!... Provided she can get those ropes undone.  If not, well, she knows the rules.  Not even a dribble nor solitary drop 'til her lover gets bored!

And that'd also be where Courtney's generosity ends: Alexis is tied so her hands are bound to her knees, her legs are forced apart by the ropes at her feat, and perhaps worst of all --- so that she's all rolled up with no room to spare!

As usual, the nude and textless versions are available on my Patreon!  And Alexis is, um, in a kind-of... 💕compromising 💕... position here.  With the clothes go the ropes, too.  😋

Prompt:
"She's peeing herself because she... is dancing!"

Imagine that the night is still young when she finishes that two-liter, but you inform her that she won't be peeing until sunrise!  For her, that sucks extra-bad, because she still owes you a routine on her practice-pole in return for that last pee she begged you to allow.  With such a strenuous exercise that requires a hell of a lot of core-strength, maybe you're not so surprised to see the twinkling sprinkles from a desperate tinkle as she comes 'round that pole again... but no, those glistening rivulets rolling down her belly do not mean her show gets to end! :3

As usual, the nude version is available on my Patreon!  So if you want to see this girl rock (and soak) this pole in her birthday suit, please consider checking it out! 😄
 

Prompt:
"She really has to pee, but she... can't get her zipper unstuck!"

Oh, poor Chloe!  The girl just escaped Courtney so she could take and insanely needed pee... only for the very shorts she's trying to save to betray her!  And she was all ready-to-go --- worming and squirming all around on that toilet while tears at that zipper in utter panic!

As usual, the nude and textless versions are available on my Patreon!  If you don't mind the total lack-of-sense that this would make without clothing, a naked --- but no less desperate --- Chloe awaits! 🤣

Prompt:
"She really has to pee, but she... refuses to ask the rest of the group, who incidentally, is entirely composed of men!"

She hasn't peed since before her two male hiking buddies awoke that morning... And she was planning to hold it in until they had already set up camp and said buddies were sound asleep that night!  Now that they've reached the ridge and they're well past anything resembling cover, she's starting to really question if she's got the capacity to make it back down the mountain... let along all the way to where they're planning to set up for the night! 😋

As usual, the nude and textless versions are available on my Patreon!  So if our little hiker lady's itty-bitty shorts and shirt are messing up the "view" for you, consider checking it out!  🤣

Prompt:
"She really has to pee, but she... can't leave without forfeiting a prize!"

Phoebe's cheerleading coach was pissed 😉 after her very public accident on the field during that football game!  And now she's devised a little trial-by-fire (or water, in this case) to see if poor little Pheebs is actually cheerleader material!  

Ok, so it's not technically a prize... unless you consider "keeping her status as a cheerleader" to be a prize!  Hang in there, girl! 🤣

(Not sure if I'd say this is cannon... I'm still thinking on it!)
As usual, the nude and textless versions are available on my Patreon!  So if you want to see naked Phoebe frantically pee-dancing to keep her place on the squad, consider checking it out!

Prompt:
"She really needs to pee, but she... is the victim of someone else who didn't want her to go!"

Chloe was absolutely dying for a piss, but unfortunately for her, Courtney got to the ladies' room first...  And well, we all know what that means!  XD

The nude and textless versions are available on my Patreon!

Prompt:
"She really needs to pee, but she... has (had) to wait longer than she thought after starting her hold intentionally!"  

Thisbe and her girlfriend prepare for a night of fun that goes on just a bit too long!  XD

As usual, the nude and textless versions are available on my Patreon!

Prompt:
"She's peeing herself because she... gets caught!"  Or, at least, if that wasn't the reason, the result is the same!

Poor girl forgot her student ID, and that means no entry into any of the on-campus buildings...

This one was a small "warm-up" comic I did a while ago!  I tend to start drawing with warm-ups --- most of which don't become substantial enough to share.  This one grew on me over the few days it took, though, so here it is!

Prompt:
"She really needs to pee, but she... can't go while only the men's room is available!"

Just a little, sweet payback for that time she called me "fun-sized!" 😭

Prompt:
"She's peeing herself because she... has to help someone with something first!"

And no, routing that coaxial cable couldn't wait!  🤣

Since the nude (and textless) versions are available on my Patreon, you can take a gander at her more exposed "undercarriage" over there!  😁

Prompt:
"She really needs to pee, but she... can't use her hands to help hold!"

Nevermind her hands --- she can't even get her knees together so she can squeeze with her thighs!  🤣

As always, if you want to see the nude version, it's available on my Patreon! 😋

Prompt:
"She's peeing herself because she... is busy raking leaves!"

Ok, technically, she's not having an accident --- but I'd bet her dignity is just as wrecked!

What do you guys think she'd be saying? XD

(The nude version is available on my Patreon!)

The Solitary Confinement tier on Patreon voted for a desperate bathroom attendant in last month's poll!  I had a ton of fun working on it, and also figured it could use a little additional context, so I wrote a story for it as well!  😁



-- Story Time! --
Her breathing is shallow, carefully calculated, and yet still wavering.  Every muscle in her body is either tense or shivering.  Sweat glazes her forehead. 
 
Bridgette’s temples pound with a hastened heartbeat, yet she feels faint.  The horrified --- or is it agonized? --- grimace on her face compromises any degree of composure inherent to the professionalism of her uniform. 
 
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The Erebus Hotel, Casino, and Lounge was a gargantuan and imposing establishment better likened to an entire campus than a single building.  But, indeed, it technically comprised a single, massive, crescent-shaped complex skinned in gleaming white marble that, by night, was lit from below by many humming spotlights.  At its feet was a wide, circular pond designed to reflect its majesty.  Sculptures of Greek gods, goddesses, and heroes peeked out of the hundreds of ornate niches that lined the opaquely-tinted windows.
 
The interior, a thematic contrast to the facade, bore darker colors --- blacks, golds, silvers --- in all its hallways.  Its casino (actually, casinos) were, of course, far more colorful, but hid behind select, soundproof doors.  As the image of obscene wealth, the Erebus featured such absurdities as dedicated ice-sculptors hired to provide elaborate  and unique carvings for each of its many dining halls.  Its suites resembled millionaire penthouses more-so than individual hotel rooms, as each was guaranteed to have a loft that overlooked an ornate sitting area.  The reception area housed two glass elevators for clients, Erebus management, and bag-haulers only (the rest of the staff was instead required to quietly disappear into a partially-concealed, single elevator near the back of the building).
 
Most relevant for Bridgette was the observation that every last inch of the interior was spotless.   The cleaning and maintenance staff resembled an army, and most even had rooms within the massive subterranean living-quarters.  In fact, every staff member was required to complete a year of training while living on-site.  Unsurprisingly, this was not much of a burden considering the generous accommodations provided in the subterranean complex.
 
Considering the position she had been hired for, though, the requirement to remain on-campus for an entire year seemed utterly ludicrous. But upon Bridgette’s hiring, she was assured that it would be necessary.  She had quickly learned what that meant.
 
Bridgette was responsible for the 19th Female Restroom on Floor 3 of the East Third.  She was to be the dedicated bathroom attendant for the day shift, and would only be relieved  for a single 30-minute meal or upon the arrival of the night shift's attendant.  At all other times, she was required to remain present and available for any cleaning duty or client need that might arise.  In contrast to the strictness of her schedule and the elaborate code of professional etiquette, the cleaning was no more difficult than it would have been at any other public restroom.  In fact, it might have been easier, since the clients served by the Erebus did not usually leave messes. 
 
And until last week — nearly two years after her being hired — Bridgette even managed to be a model employee.  Despite the intimidation of interacting with insanely rich and powerful women, she maintained an unwavering dedication to the persona required of her by the Erebus code of etiquette.  In a way, she felt that the code kept her “safe” from being the subject of their ire.

Last week, however, she received the news in an email --- an update to the professional code of etiquette.  This was nothing out-of-the-ordinary, though usually lowly bathroom attendants didn't find anything that would apply to them.  This time however, a new, applicable rule did come through. 
 
 "To All Erebus Staff: Topside restrooms are now only for use by clients.  Employees must instead use the staff toilets located in their quarters or other staff areas and are only permitted to do so while on their meal break."
 
For Bridgette, this would be a problem.  Her restroom was the 19th --- far from the staff elevator.  It was physically impossible for her to make it all the way to her room and back within her allotted break...  This was due to the staff elevator — it was always in use by other staff members.  The fact that there was only one of them might have been the only deficiency in the building’s design.
 
During the first few days, she tried to comply.  But her shift was 10 hours long. Her meal break was only five hours in, and even by then she was desperate to relieve herself.
 
She inevitably failed and broke the rule. Her restroom served the third floor casino and was thus usually busy; but even in agony, she waited for the restroom to be empty before darting into a stall to fiercely urinate.  Surely her manager would understand…

 
Three days ago, Bridgette had been called into her manager’s office.  She could tell by her boss’ interlaced fingers and unblinking glare that the circumstances of this meeting would not be good.  While confused about how management could have known what she was doing, she had prepared something of a defense for herself…  At least, so she thought — until they leveled an entirely unrelated and confusing charge at her feet: a client had complained that their presence at the Erebus had been (embarrassingly) disclosed.  This was supposedly done by one of the bathroom attendants.  And Bridgette fit the description of the culprit.

It was clear in the moments that followed that denial would not be a sound strategy. She knew that she was not the one responsible, but her testimony mattered a lot less than the client’s.  She would take the fall for this, and the question was a matter of how far.  She’d have lost her job that night had it not been for a single gesture of “mercy” from her boss:
 
For the next six months, her boss or someone else would stop by her restroom randomly during her shift numerous times per day to ensure that she was upholding the code of ethics.  This would be a problem.
 
~
 
These memories race through Bridgette’s panicked mind as she stands at her station — a table in the front corner of the 19th Ladies’ room on the third floor of the Erebus Hotel, Casino, and Lounge.  She is bent forward at the hips, but it isn’t helping her situation.  Her quivering hands hover over her thighs dangerously close to where she so badly wants to cram them.  But doing such is disallowed by the code of ethics.

The skirt of her uniform feels tighter than it ever has, and the string of her apron puts a ring of torturous pressure around her abdomen. 

Bridgette needs to pee extremely badly.  Her bladder is beyond full — such that her last attempt to straighten her back had forced a horrifically tempting dribble of urine out of her straining body and into the sweat and piss-quenched gusset of her panties.  The dainty cotton can retain nothing more.  Her legs twist together, and her feet shift over each other as she seeks any position that will prevent further leaks.

All around her are the occupied stalls of the restroom she is charged with maintaining.  Relaxed drinking and long hours of gambling lead an unending stream of clients to seek out this room.  And, to Bridgette’s ears, it sounds as if every single woman is releasing an ocean of hot relief.  Each woman is rich enough to buy her entire childhood neighborhood as if it is a gumball, and they expect Bridgette to conduct herself accordingly.  As such, sympathy is a rarity.  The older ladies side-eye her in displeasure when they leave.  The younger women giggle among each other about Bridgette’s misery as they pass.  And no more than seconds later, more women enter to replace them.

Bridgette doesn’t really notice.  Her attention is fixed squarely between her legs.  Her heart thuds with cold blood at merciless reality: it’ll be another three hours before the end of her shift.

Happy Halloween!~ *Boo!* 🎃😆👻

This is this month's solitary image featuring Ivy in a little bit of an otherworldly predicament!  There's a story for this, and I'll be trying to get that uploaded here shortly...

(Edit): And, here it is! 😋: 
 

Ferries aren't known for their speed... and apparently this one isn't known for having a working ladies' room!  That is a deadly combination for these four, who --- having arrived too early for the ferry--- decided to fill their time waiting by sucking down copious amounts of lemonade at the beach-side drink bar.

It's been over an hour, and their mood had gone from jovial about their summertime vacation to utterly grim once "just wait to pee on the boat" had become "you can't pee on the boat."  They all knew what that meant...

Pulsing waves of misery and tear-filled eyes mark a valiant effort to hold in what must have been over a liter of lemonade each.  But with the ferry only inching along --- and an arrival time once two hours out now stretching to three amid the frequent stops --- their prospects for successfully carrying all that liquid to shore are slim.  

The gentle, rolling waters spreading in the wake of the vessel taunt them mercilessly with the offer of a trade: comfort for dignity.

RayOfSting's OC Robin reappears in another commission --- this time securing a little bit of sweet, sweet revenge against two of Nitefield State University's notorious bladder-bursting bitches!

Hey, I don't exactly feel bad for them! What's a little drive through the countryside in comparison to the twenty-four hours of frantic pee-dancing they've forced on Dakota?!  I mean, seriously...  Maybe they didn't cross their legs enough?  Dakota might have some pointers for them!  😆

(And, Ray might be commissioning someone to write a story to accompany this...  🤫)

Hey, hey, hey --- My guards do their best work when their bladders are full, and their only opportunity to pee comes after their shifts!  🤣  It's hard to get on a power-trip and be abusive toward the inmates if a little sneeze or giggle could lead to wet socks!

(And after all, "cruel and unusual" are in my job description! 😋 We wouldn't want the guards to have all the fun, eh?)

That said, they're probably not going to like next quarter's budget cuts:  limiting "pee-pee allowances" to every other shift so we can save on cleaning costs as well as toilet paper, paper towel, and soap refills!  I think I'll make it up to them by stocking the break-room fridge with more free drink options...  Girls like peach tea and iced lattes, right?
🥤🤔