Dimwitrolo

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  1. I knew I had to go for ages - I really should have went on my break - but I thought there'd be time later. But as my luck would have it, this was one of the busiest days I've ever worked. Customer after customer, no time to get away for even a second. My team leader was busy next to me, serving as quickly as she could, customer after customer, as my aching bladder got fuller and fuller - tighter and tighter with each passing minute. But I couldn't show it - I had to smile, stand straight and serve as best I could. But that wasn't the hard part. Coffee. That was the hard part. Watching each espresso drip into each cup, dripping and splashing. Pouring milk into each jug, each time - watching the bottles as they emptied, and feeling a pang of jealousy each time one emptied out entirely. Because my poor bladder meanwhile was begging for release. As time went on, it got harder and harder to hold - but the customers didn't let up. I was stuck to the till, not even a minute away from the bathroom. But I couldn't go. I couldn't leave my team leader on her own. So I put on a brave face, and I keep serving, ignoring the desperate calls from my bladder, begging to be let go. It felt like hours - customer after customer. No time to escape, no time to duck behind the counter - and all the mean time, I had to keep a straight face. But eventually, the queue died down - slowly but surely, until there was one customer remained. But my bladder wasn't going to wait for one customer. I stood on the spot, aching and trying my best to hide my need to go, sweat running down my face. Wave after desperate wave from my bladder until... A leak. I had to respond - I felt my body jolt on the spot as my bladder began to give way - there was nothing I could do! But it wouldn't be long now...I just had to serve this last customer and then...Four more walked in. It was hopeless, and I knew it. And as another hot jet hit the insides of my thighs, It was safe to say my bladder knew it too. I couldn't grab myself - I couldn't make a scene and embarrass myself or my team leader. So what could I do? As the next customer stepped to the till, I relaxed. I felt my body thank me immediately with a hot shiver of relief up my spine. At the same time, I was immediately aware of a hot burst in my underwear as my bladder began to drain itself into them. My face went bright red as I do my best to look natural as I ask the customer what I can get for him. He casts me an odd look as I blush, but he's nonetheless completely unaware that I'm currently emptying my bladder as we talk. I hope. From my side I can hear it splash onto the floor, and I can just about make out a hiss as it floods out of me. I can certainly feel the warmth as it blossoms out of my groin, spreads down my thighs, calves, and eventually shoes, where it soaks in. I have to stand still now - every single movement makes my shoes squish as warm pee saturates them. All the while, I'm trying to keep a casual smile as I serve the gentleman on the other side of the till. From the corner of my eye, I can see that my team leader has noticed - she's gone red herself as she watches me having my accident. I continue to serve the customer, directing him to enter his card into our machine, enter his PIN, and wait for the receipt. As I bend down to pick the receipt out the machine I take a look at the damage - the puddle beneath me - my soaked jeans, and my once-white shoes. I feel myself go even redder as I stand back up, handing the receipt back to the customer. He smiles at me and walks out. And as if fate itself was mocking me personally, the queue is gone. I'm left stood alone at the till, still emptying my bladder, as my team leader watches. It barely lasted a minute, but it felt like an hour as I was stood there, waiting for my bladder to finally finish. I stand in the puddle for a moment, letting my jeans cool down, and letting my face grow even redder, knowing that I'll eventually have to turn around and look my team leader in the eyes.
  2. Dimwitrolo

    Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    Drawing's that I've made. It's mostly Scarlett. Enjoy!
  3. Dimwitrolo

    Ask Scarlett

    Hey hey guys! I'm back! Sorry I took so long. I have my reasons. No I won't tell you what it was. Use your imagination! Let's answer some questions! First question: What's my favourite pokemon? Err...Hmm. I quite like Gengar. He's a pretty cool guy. I am also furious that pokemon is removing mega evos from the next game! I BASED MY TEAMS AROUND MEGAS GAME FREAK, WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME. ... Ahem. Next question! Is there a wetting I enjoyed more than the rest? Hmm...Oh! Yes! Oh man, I remember this one! Right, picture the scene. About a year ago now, I was in town one day - just hanging out with some friends - nothing too fancy. We'd gone about, had lunch, nothing too interesting. And as we're walking around I begin noticing a growing urge to, err, go. So we look around for a toilet, but all we find are these grimy public toilets - you know the type, right? More on the floor and walls than in the toilet. At this point I'm getting a bit excited, right? I've got this growing urge to go, and there's nowhere to go, and it's just like one of the stories from this site! We keep walking around, and we can't find any toilets that aren't like...repulsive. Actually that's not quite true, I did notice one that my friends didn't so we accidentally walk past it. Oops. Obviously I was out with friends, so I hadn't really planned on having an accident. Because I was worried they'd keep going on about it. Takes us a good half an hour to find somewhere that isn't filthy. But eventually, we find a public toilet - and not a moment too soon! The second I read the sign I can feel myself begin to leak - I should mention, at this point I was walking down the streets with both hands between my legs. Like I was ready to BURST. We run to the toilet - or rather, my friends run, I sort of hobble as fast as I can, which isn't really too fast in my condition. So the entrance to the toilet was behind this little block - so we have to walk around. And there's a reason why. It was a pay toilet. You know the thing, right? You need to pay to get in. YOU NEED TO PAY MONEY TO PERFORM A BASIC BODILY FUNCTION. By this point though, I can already feel my bladder giving way - there are like these tiny hot streaks going down my thighs - I don't know if it showed, because I was staring at these gates in front of me. You know how much they wanted to let me pee? Fifty pence. FIFTY PENCE. TO LET ME PEE. Bastards. But I don't have much of a choice here - I'm trying my absolute best to not wet myself in front of my friends, and I'm shaking like a leaf on a windy day. Which means I can't exactly calmly put my hand in my pocket and pull out a coin. Rather, what I do, is slap my hand down my thigh a couple times, trying to aim for the pocket, but twitching enough that I miss - I did snag my thumb once though, that hurt. By this point, I am bursting. I had my first big leak, which sent me bending over, leaning against the gate, making one last attempt to get my hand into my pocket - but lucky me, I sodding miss - and I don't have the effort to bring my hand back up. So....I accepted my fate! Well, my body made that decision for me, really. I felt my entire body tense up for a second, then my bladder kind of took over - the first thing I felt really was me forcing out pee as hard as I could, in my jeans, leaning on the machine, in front of my friends, and in front of about 3 other girls who were trying to get in or out of the toilet. And I'm just stood there, on the spot, peeing myself cross-eyed - I had no control over this now. But something about knowing that I'd actually lost control of myself, and about knowing that people saw it...I can't describe it! It was amazing! Of course my friends bring this up all the time now. Little do they know that I get off to it. D-don't tell them, will you? Next question! Have I ever tried holding when I'm naked. Well, I don't usually hold, I'll be honest. But I usually really need to pee when I wake up - if I haven't gone in my sleep, I mean. And one morning I decided, rather than just letting out in bed, or getting up and using the toilet, I'd get a glass of water from the bathroom and see how far I could go. Err, not very. That was the answer. I think I wet the bed in about half an hour. Have I ever pee'd through my fly? Ha! Plenty of times! Well, it's more like wetting myself with my flies open, which is like - I get to show myself off, and I get to wet myself! I haven't done this in public though - I'd be way to shy to do that. Well, I haven't done it yet. Maybe if I can work up courage. Anyway, the most recent time was to get back at Lucy. So a while back, she tied me up until I wet myself, so I figured I'd get her back. Lucy grows these little Bonsai trees...So one day I decide to water them! S-she caught me when I was leaving her room...because my shorts were soaked and I was giggling. Have I ever tried wetting myself upside down? No...not yet...but now I will. At some point soon - I'll try to get Rolo to get a full colour thing out - that sounds really neat. Do my wings work? I mean...sort of? They can get me off the ground for a little bit, not too much. Still useful things to have! And if I was a Naga, would I miss wetting pants? ...I had not thought of this. I think though it'd be more like always peeing on my body? And I suppose I could wear a tube like thing, or...nah, that's silly. Can I change my answer to a spider-girl? Plenty of legs! Next question! Do I have a favourite Disney movie? Alright, so I was going to say the long ones, but I'm pretty sure that would mean the more recent Star wars movies. So that's outta the bag. Moana was pretty cool though - I cosplayed as her once! I'd like to use this moment to complain about Star Wars episode eight though - You know the bit where Kylo tells Rey they could rule together, with no more sith and no more Rebellion? That bit got me so excited! I thought they'd do this super cool thing, where they'd pair up as a neutral team, or a third party, and it'd take Star Wars away from the whole good vs evil thing that it's been so far, which could have been really interesting! I WAS SO EXCITED! Then Rey just goes 'ha ha no fuck you mr Kylo' and....Ughh... It could have been so cool! Alright, back on topic... Next question - How many people are in my family? Lots. I'm sure you'll get to meet them in due time! Next one! Has anyone even been as far as...err, decided to use...even...go... What? Look, I'm desperate enough as it is right now! I've downed two of those big cans of drink - I'm trying to focus on answering questions and hold! My brain can't take this! On that note actually - quick update on how I'm doing right now: I really gotta go! I've still got two cans left...I don't think I'll be able to finish the last one before I'm empty again.... What's my maximum bladder capacity? Hmm, I'm not too sure... It's not like tiny, but it fills up super quickly (Because I drink like water's going out of fashion) But I've never like, measured how much it holds. I suppose I could find out for you sometime. And then, how bad do I usually need to go before I wet myself. I like how you didn't say 'have an accident', because nine times out of ten it isn't an accident. Err, I guess usually I wait until I'm fairly desperate. I don't have the patience to regularly hold until I burst, as good as it feels! And then most mornings I've already gone when I wake up, so I don't know how desperate I was. If I dream though, I usually feel pretty desperate in the dream. And boy oh boy do I have a few dreams I could tell you about.... Sake then asks - well, I guess says - that he heard somewhere that my sister tied me up.... Yeah, ha, there's been one or two times... Have I ever been tied up in a bed like it? W-well, since you ask! Remember how I said that I thought it'd be funny to pee in Lucy's Bonsai tree? And how she saw me leaving them? Well, about a week afterwards, she kinda got me back for it. Oh boy, story time. Again, start of the story is kinda boring - I was just chilling about the house, nothing too cool. I had to pee, and I was debating having an 'accident', but like, Lucy was in the house. And I didn't want to hold if I wasn't going to be able to get any payoff. So I leave my room and make my way to the bathroom. Turns out she'd been waiting for me. And not just Lucy - Molly too! I didn't even do anything to Molly! I think, anyway. So as I walk out of my room, I find these red hands grabbing me and holding me to the ground while someone else ties a rope around my legs. I'm quite light of course, so they both pick me up and carry me to my bed - and then they tied my arms to the top, so I can't move, and I can't hold myself. They left me like this for an hour. Now, like I said, I drink a lot of water, my bladder fills quickly, and I don't exactly have a big bladder... I managed to stay dry for like...half an hour. It did feel really good when I went though! Another half hour later and another one of my sisters came in looking for something - she finds me tied to the bed in a cold puddle. When she stopped laughing she untied me. I am so getting one back on BOTH of them. I'll probably go into this story more at some point - but for now I'll show you the aftermath. Have I smoked weed, and do I prefer edibles? Well, Molly makes these great brownies... I think there might be a couple downstairs. Think I should steal one after my hold? Might make these questions a bit funnier. Sake again! Hello Sake! What's your question. How do I feel about how popular Molly's getting - MOLLY! WHAT!? HOLD ON. ... WHEN DID SHE START POSTING ON THE ORG!? AND ROLO'S THE ONE POSTING HER? I'm gonna hit him again when he comes to. ... ...And then, can I hook you up with her? ... Fuck you. Next question. What do I do when I'm holding? Err, usually drink more. Or play video games. Or both. Or depending on my mood, my hands going down my pants. What are those Milovania teases? I'll have to check them out some time for sure. Would I say my bladder's small or big? I guess it's a little on the smaller side. I think that's a good thing though! More opportunities to have 'accidents', right? I love my little bladder! Do I prefer desperation or wetting? Wetting, hands down. Desperation is the build up, don't get me wrong - and I love it. But wetting is the best! So warm, relaxing and - oop, I'm trying to hold here... And the worst I've ever had to pee? Oh, for sure that story about the pay toilet. I don't think I've ever tried harder to not have an accident. D-didn't quite work out how I planned - but I loved it! Next question - what's my catch phrase? Err, why would I have a catchphrase? ... Actually that's my new catchphrase - 'why would I have a catchphrase.' Next question! Dedede asks - can I use my tail as a spear? No quite. But I can use it as a fly swatter. Or a person swatter. Usually the latter. Am I excited for Banjo in Sma - OF COURSE I AM! How long do I stay in my clothes after an 'accident'? I wish I could just stay in them for good! Something so nice about having them clinging to me, squishing when I move. Really nice on a hot day too when they cool off.... Problem is...they kinda start to smell. You know, because pee smells. Sadly. It's kinda nice when it's fresh, but it quickly goes bad. Realistically, I usually stay in them until my next accident, but sometimes I keep them on longer. Here's an example of me in bed on my phone! I got changed about ten minutes after that last frame when I was still warm... Next question - Does my species have smaller bladders than humans? Err, I'm not sure. I mean, I probably do. But I've seen Lucy put down drinks and go on holding for hours. I think she's part camel. Next - do I play Minecraft or similar? I play a fair bit of Terraria. That's a cool game. Do I feel at home tunneling? Do I look like a mole? And which Lego sets remind me of home? Err...I don't know! There's a lot of Lego sets out there, and I don't exactly cross reference them with my surroundings. Or really own any for that matter. Also, friends has a lego set? Like the TV show? Huh. Last question! Has my mum ever met the doom slayer? D-don't mention him. Please. Okay, that's the questions done. Err...Man, these drinks are hitting me...hard. Can't really...sit still any more. But there's still two more! So while I wait for more questions, I'm gonna down one of them! See you soon! Well, I say soon. As soon as I can. The real challenge is gonna be s-staying dry until then. No I didn't stutter!
  4. Yeah, she sees you looking.

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  5. Everybody's new favourite gym leader

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  6. There are two women waiting for you in the office.

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  7. Dimwitrolo

    Wyldstyle diaper (my first diaper edit)

    Well I can scratch this off of my list of things I assumed I'd never see.
  8. Dimwitrolo

    Post a meme a day thread

  9. Molly seems to be getting a little popular, so here's some more of her.

    She takes off her underwear if you're in my discord.
    https://discord.gg/rTGkSjM

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    Tell us your best joke!

    There are three ex-prostitutes at a bar. They're all quite old and have seen a lot of action, and they're talking about their experiences. The first woman says; "I've had so much stuff inside me over my career, I can easily fit a cucumber up there now." "Oh that's nothing." Says the second woman. "I've had so much jammed up there, I'm loose enough for a whole arm." The third woman says nothing, instead she smiles, and lets herself slide down the barstool.
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    Political Compass Thread

    Enlightened centrist :^)
  12. I'm rather enjoying practice sketches.

    I use an IRL pic for reference, then try to recreate it using my own character.

    So here's Mollly!

    You can find more general nudes on my Patreon for just a dollar!

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    1. S19YellowPengu

      What's the IRL pic?

  13. Dimwitrolo

    My strange day

    My day seemed to start normally, but I will admit I don't remember most of it from before I'd come downstairs. Walking into the front room of our share-house in my pyjamas, nothing was out of the ordinary. Sarah's sat in the middle of the room in her green jammies, cross-legged and focused on the game of Battlefront 2 on the screen. I stand behind her and watch for a bit. "Having fun?" I ask,leaning over her. "Mmhmm." She grunts, not looking away from her screen. I stay stood behind her for a while, watching her try and fail to land a fighter inside an Imperial Star Destroyer. So far she's managed to crash two X-wings into the wall, and get shot down by the autocannons. Every time she fails she sighs angrily. "Not going so well?" "Do you wanna give it a go?" She retorts, looking up at me angrily. "Yeah alright." I answer. She doesn't bother giving me the controller though, instead she respawns and runs for another X-wing. As it leaves the hangar for another doomed flight, I feel something warm creeping over my toes. "Sarah?" I ask, looking down to see a puddle beneath her emerging from her backside, soaking into the carpet. "Yeah?" "Are you pissing yourself?" "What? Oh, ha, yeah." She says, clicking at the control sticks, not reacting to this at all. I knew Sarah could be lazy, but I never had her down for pissing-herself-lazy. Her X-wing collides head first with a TIE fighter. She sighs and drops the controller. A sharp hiss erupts from beneath her and the puddle spreads a little faster for a second. I take a step back and rub my toe on the carpet. "Why are you pissing yourself?" I ask in a resigned voice. This is a whole new level for her. "Uh, ‘cause I had to pee? Duh?" She responds. She picks up the controller again, wiping the bottom clean, before respawning once more. I take a step back to consider what I'm looking at. Sarah's bit of a pudgy girl - not massive, but certainly not in shape. Her brunette hair hangs unceremoniously down her shoulders, not brushed or cleaned. Her undone green PJ top hangs loosely over her body, and underneath are her dark green pants, with an even darker patch blossoming around her backside. The beige carpet beneath her has a matching, growing stain underneath a growing puddle. I look back up to the screen just in time to watch her X-wing blown to pieces by an enemy TIE-fighter. She makes and angry grunt and quits the game. Before I have time to say anything, Amy walks into the room. "Are you still playing that Star Wars game?" Amy says, walking in. She slumps down onto the couch, letting her house coat flop open. She swings around and kicks her feet up onto the arm-rest. "Not anymore." Sarah says, leaning forward to eject the disc from the PS2. Her wet backside waves in the air as she does, with more fresh urine pouring out of her PJs. She takes the disc and sits back down on the floor, her ass landing with a wet splat. "She just pissed herself." I say, turning to Amy. Amy looks up at me. "Yeah?" She says. "What do you mean, 'yeah?'" I ask, putting a hand on my hip. "Sarah just sat there and pissed herself!" "What's your deal today?" Sarah asks, turning to me. I look at her. She doesn't seem bothered by the puddle beneath her. She picks herself off the floor and clambers to her feet, dripping as she does. "My deal?" I ask. "MY deal?" "Yeah, what's up Lauren?" Amy asks, picking up the TV remote. "You're acting like she's doing something wrong?" It's this point when I realised something was up. It's also this point that I left the room in a confused and angry huff. I walk into the kitchen to catch Natalie rooting through my cupboard. She pulls out one of my tea bags and drops it into her cup. She turns around to the kettle, going bright red when she sees me in the corner of the room. "Making tea, are you Nat?" I ask, leaning on the door. "Uhh....no?" "So what are you doing with my tea bags?" "Err." "I pay for those tea bags." "W-would you like some tea?" "Yeah alright." I say, stepping into the room. I take over from Natalie, taking out a second tea bag. "Do you want one?" "Yes please!" She says, grinning and bouncing on the spot. "I don't mind." I tell her, taking another cup out the cupboard. "But at least ask. I don't like coming home to find all my stuff is gone." "Sure." She says. She walks over to the table, pulling back a chair. She leans onto the table. Natalie's our newest house-mate, replacing Annabell who left last month. She still has to learn the rules of the house. And apparently me reminding her of the 'don't take my stuff' rule every day isn't enough to teach her. I can't help but like her though. She's a skinny girl, hazel-skinned and with curly brunette hair down to her jaw. Her green eyes look lovingly up at me over her smile. She always gives me this look when I make her tea. "So how's your morning?" "Weird." I tell her, turning my head to look at her. She's prodding the banana in the fruit bowl. "I walked into the lounge to catch Sarah wettting herself, and then Amy acts like it's nothing odd. Then I catch you stealing my tea again." "Right." She says, not really listening. "Otherwise, not much worth mentioning." I say, turning back to take the milk out the fridge. "Making tea, Lauren?" Comes Sarah's voice as she walks into the kitchen with wet foot-falls. She walks over to the counter, PJ's still soaked and clinging to her skin. "See what I mean?" I ask Natalie, staring at Sarah's soaked crotch. Sarah looks to Natalie and shrugs. "I like your new PJs, Nat!" Sarah says. "Thanks!" Nat responds, perking up. "I think they're such a great shade of purple, and the paisley pattern really brings that out!" "Oh for sure." Sarah says. "And those shorts are so cute!" "That's why I picked 'em!" Nat says. She stands up and does a little twist to show them off. "I think they might be a little loose though." I decide to tune out of their fascinating conversation and go back to making tea. I drop a third tea bag into a third cup just in time for the kettle to finish. I lean over, pick it up, and pour it into the first cup. When the water finished pouring, the splashing doesn't stop however. And now it's coming from behind me. I turn to see why. Natalie and Sarah are stood talking by the table. That's normal. They're still talking about Nat's pyjama choice. That's normal. Sarah's PJs are wet and clinging to her. That's normal. And Natalie's legs are glistening as pee pours down them, through her PJ shorts. That's very much not normal. "Natalie?" I say, placing the tea cup on the counter. "Yeah?" She says, spinning to look at me. Facing me head on, I get a full view of the dark patch spreading over her crotch; the pale yellow urine splatter down her legs; the growing puddle beneath her feet. She's wetting herself. She's stood there, all innocent-faced, wetting herself, and quite casually too. Not even remotely bothered by the pee splashing down her legs. Sarah doesn't even react when Natalie's presumably-still-warm puddle begins to envelop her left foot. "Sorry - am I going nuts?" I ask, too dumbstruck to look away from the streaks running down Natalie's skin. The electric light above is reflected almost perfectly between her feet - or it would be if it weren't from the ripples as more and more is added to the puddle. "Yeah, but that's nothing new.” Sarah laughs, pushing Natalie's shoulder gently. "No no no no no." I say, frowning. “You've both just pissed yourselves." "Well I can see why you don't need glasses." Sarah says, grinning. "Any other genius observations?" "Only thing I observe is you not making tea." Natalie pipes up. I don't know how to respond. So I turn around at the tea cups again. One cup is full, and the other two are waiting. I can't quite wrap my head around what's going on, so I make finish making the tea. Feeling rather dazed, I leave two cups on the table for Nat and Sarah, before taking my own tea with me into the lounge again, avoiding the fresh puddle on the floor. I leave Natalie and Sarah still talking about Natalie's purple jammies as if nothing was happening. I walk into the lounge and carefully sit down on the sofa. Amy's left the room at some point, and right now the room is empty, with the TV just running the local news. It's something about the election, but I'm far too weirded out to pay attention. Sarah pissed herself, and acted like it was nothing. Amy reacted like it was nothing. And then Natalie pissed herself and acted like it was nothing. And then Sarah reacted like it was nothing - EVEN WHILE NATALIE PISSED ON HER FEET. "What's eating you?" Amy says, walking back in to the front room. She's put on her work uniform - a grey skirt, grey tights, and white shirt. She's tying her blonde-hair into a ponytail, holding a hair band between her teeth. "I...I don't know." I answer. "What have you been up to?" "Nothing much. Yet." She says, taking the band out her mouth. "I've just got out the bathroom-" "BATHROOM. YES! I knew I wasn't going mad!" I shout. "Excuse me?" "Those two just wet themselves like it was nothing, and acted like I was the weird one for calling them out!" I say, pointing roughly in the direction of our bathroom. "But you went to the bathroom!" "What on earth are you talking about?" She asks, looking at me the same way Natalie and Sarah both had. "You used the toilet!" I laugh, leaning back in my chair. I don't remember putting my tea down, but I clap my hands together and I don't throw tea everywhere. "Have you taken something?" She asks, turning around to the mirror on the wall. She brushes her hair with her hand. "'cause you're acting real strange." "W-what?" "Oh never mind. What's the time, Lauren?" She asks. I look to the TV. The news is still running, with a little clock on the bottom right. The more I look at it, the more it looks like a bunch of numbers. I squint my eyes and try to make it out. "Err, I don't know?" I answer, looking back up to Amy. She sighs loudly and checks it out herself. "Oh damn, I'm gonna be late." She says. "I better get a move on - you're gonna be alright, aren't you?" "I....err...." I mumble, looking up at her. She groans again. She steps over to me. She leans over me and presses my head against the back of the chair, looking into my eyes. She tilts my head left, then right, all the while looking into my eyes. "Well your pupils aren't dilated, your eyes aren't red - do you think someone spiked your tea or something?" "I don't...." I begin, before feeling something hot splashing over my own legs. Am I wetting myself too? No. I'm not. She is. Amy is leaning over me, inspecting my eyes, while a yellow stream begins to pour out from under her skirt. A wet patch begins to spread down the front as the culprit pours onto my knees. I'm stunned into silence as warmth begins to pour down my calves down to my feet. I don't quite know what to do - how would you respond if your best friend of six years just casually pissed on you? "Amy?" I say, looking back up from her skirt. "Y-you're peeing." "Shush." She says, leaning up even further and peeing onto my thighs. She presses a hand onto my cheek, forcing my face to look up and to the left. "What are you....?" I begin. Before I can finish, she lets go and takes a step back. I sit stunned as Amy's pee soaks into my Jammies, running down my thighs and pooling at my backside. "You look fine." She says with a look of concern. "Why are you acting like this?" "Why am I acting like this?" I say indignantly. "I'm the one acting up? You just pissed on me." "Why does that bother you?" She says, putting her hand on her chin as she continues to wet herself. Dark streaks run down her tights, and there's another dark stain on the floor next to the one Sarah had left barely ten minutes ago. A small puddle is growing from between either foot. Natalie walks in to the room, with Sarah close behind her. "Hey, you two." Amy says, looking up to Nat and Sarah. They both walk into the room, standing on either side of Amy. Sarah with her green PJ pants, soaked from crotch to foot. Natalie in her purple PJ shorts, soaked entirely around the rim. And Amy, currently quite casually peeing into her tights. They all stand and look at me, sat in my chair, and the only one with dry pyjamas. "Something's up with Lauren." Amy says. "Something's up with me!?" I shout back, leaning forward. "I haven't just pissed myself!" I shout. "Dude, what's up with you today?" Sarah asks, yawning and pulling at her waistband. "You're acting really strange." Natalie says, leaning on her hip and tapping her foot. It splashes against Amy's growing puddle. I don't know what to say. I look at the three girls until Amy finishes peeing. I stare at the floor below her as the last drips fall into it. My mind goes blank. All I'm aware of is the chair beneath me, and a very sudden and desperate full bladder. "I....d-don't know." I answer. I look back up to them. They look quite concerned. "But...I really need to pee...." "So?" Amy says. "Go on then." Natalie answers. "Maybe it'll make you feel better?" Sarah suggests. I don't know what to do. So I take Natalie's advice. I relax. I don't remember feeling so desperate to pee, but as soon as I relax that urge floods away with a hit of powerful relief. Hot liquid begins to pour out of me, soaking into my PJs and pouring down my thighs, pooling under my backside beneath me. I grin as it puddles under my ass, warming my cheeks before it soaks into the chair beneath me. Everything starts to make sense as my bladder empties into my pyjamas. I get it now. I understand why all three of my housemates wet themselves - it feels so good to let it go! Warmth spreads down my calves as the pee floods over the edge of the chair, wrapping around my legs as it pours down, splashing into the carpet, soaking around my toes. I let myself grin and I press my legs firmly together, squishing the fabric of my pyjamas. "Lauren." Natalie says, looking at me. "mmm....what?" I respond, lost in bliss. "You're wetting yourself." "....I know...." I respond weakly through a grin. I move one hand over my body and rest it between my legs, letting warm urine flood over my fingers. "Wake up Lauren." Natalie responds. "I'm not....asleep..." I say, opening my eyes and looking up. Natalie's stood in front of me in her purple PJs. I look straight into her crotch. It looks....dry. "She isn't, is she?" Sarah asks. I glance over. She's sat cross legged on the floor, playing Battlefront 2 on the TV. I look up to see her land a TIE-bomber expertly inside a rebel ship's hangar, before pausing the game and looking up to me. "Oh Christ, she actually is." "Hey, have any of you seen my - Oh for God's sake." Amy says, walking into the room, tying her hair into a ponytail. "Again, Lauren?" She says. She pushes my shoulder. The sudden movement wakes me up. I'm suddenly very aware of my surroundings. My backside is soaked and warm. My thighs are beginning to get cold, and a wet stain runs along the length of them, going over the edge of the seat. I can feel my PJs clinging to the backs of my calves, and my feet are resting against a very wet carpet. "That's my favourite chair, too." Sarah says, looking back to the screen and unpausing her game. "What was the last thing I said to you Natalie, before I went to bed?" "T-to make sure she didn't fall asleep in the chair." Natalie responds, trying not to giggle at me. "Do you know why I told you that?" "I fell asleep!" She argues back. "I didn't know she'd....do that!" Amy walks over and gestures for Natalie to move. She leans over me and tries to not step in my puddle. "Come on." She says, pushing my shoulder. "Get up, get cleaned up, and don't fall asleep down here again."
  14. Practice sketch of Scarlett's step sister, Lucy.

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    1. AkenoSama

      Bigger girl = better girl lol

      Is she a wetter as Scarlet?

    2. Dimwitrolo

      Not willingly.
      But Scarlett does her best to see to that.

  15. Dimwitrolo

    Clerical Error

    I think I know a guy