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  1. I think Scarlett wants to show you something.

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    1. ~Kitty Nikki~

      I love your scarlett character, I swear! :admire2:

  2. Dimwitrolo

    Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

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

    Zombieville

    Another morning. The Beeping of an alarm wakes Claire up with a jolt. She reaches over to the phone sitting at the edge of the mattress, picking it up and hitting the button to make it stop. She sighs as she realises what's happened. Claire sits up in bed, throwing the covers off her legs and yawning. Looking down, she's greeted by the usual sight - pink pyjama bottoms, her fluffy white socks, and a sight that never fails to annoy her - a pale yellow stain on the bed sheets, surrounding her backside like a warm halo. And it is still warm - she's been woke up only moments after finishing her accident. "Again?" Claire groans. She pulls at the damp pink fabric now clinging to her thigh. "I was hoping I'd grow out of this..." She jokes to herself, rolling her eyes and kicking her legs over the side of her wet mattress. She gave up the hope of growing out of it when she was nineteen, a good four years ago now. "I'd better get to cleaning up..." She groans to herself, sliding the wet pyjamas down her legs and letting them drop at her feet, recoiling as the cold morning air kisses her damp bare legs. The kettle wails as the water hits the boil. Claire picks it off the stand and pours it into her tea cup, looking away as the steam flows upward toward her face. Her hair, still wet from the shower, clings to her face as she takes her tea over to the table. She takes a seat at the table and bites into her toast. Another usual morning. She checks her phone for the time. Six thirty-four. She's got enough time to eat her toast before she has to leave for work. That makes a change. She usually sleeps through her first alarm and her morning pee, only waking up when either her second alarm goes off, or when the mattress gets so cold it wakes her up. This is usually followed by a rushed shower and a dash out the house before she practically sprints to work. It makes a nice change to wake up at a sensible time. It'd be a nicer change if she'd woke up dry, but you can't have everything. She drinks the rest of her tea before finishing her toast leisurely. The walk to work seems unusually quiet. Bridgewater was always a quiet town, but there was usually someone Claire would see in the morning. The postman, the milkman, the drunk man with the beard that'd usually have passed out in the gutter outside the pub - but today there's no-one. Was Claire really this early? She checks her phone again for the time - 7:16. She's not that early. Maybe it's daylight saving? It's about this time - late October. Maybe no-one noticed. The door to the cafe shuts behind her, hitting the chimes again as they close. "Morning!" Claire says, walking in and heading over to the store room. "Nice out there today Pete!" She says, picking up an apron and slinging it over her shoulder. "Pete?" She shouts again. "You in?" When there's no reply, Claire shrugs. She walks over to the espresso machine. She hits the button on the grinder, reaches over the the milk fridge, and begins to make herself a latte. "Could really use one of these at home." Claire says, holding the jug under the steam wand. She says it loud enough that someone might hear her, hoping Pete will show up from wherever he's hiding. She looks around. Nothing. She shrugs again. "I'll make you one too, if you want." Again, there's no response. She pours the milk onto her espresso, poking her tongue out as she tries to make a design. She flicks the jug forward slightly, leaving a little heart on the top of her latte. She smiles, proud of herself, and makes her way over to the tables, setting down the latte on the table and taking a seat for herself. Claire takes a drink from her cup, putting about half of it down almost at once. She almost immediately begins to feel better as the caffeine enters her body. She smiles again as she puts the cup back on the table, swirling it around a little, slightly disturbing the heart on top of her coffee. She picks it up again, but the chimes to the door stop her before she takes another drink. "Morning Pete." She says. "Bit late aren't-" She says, looking up. "Hey, you aren't Pete." The man at the door stumbles a little, holding onto it for balance - clearly drunk. He looks familiar too. Scraggly beard, stained over-coat. At this time in the morning he's usually curled up outside the pub in the gutter. "Oh, it's you." She says, putting on a polite smile. "I'm afraid we aren't open yet, Pete's not showed up." She say, taking another mouthful of her coffee. "Huurargww." He growls. "Yeah, we'd usually be open now, but...No idea where Pete is." she tells him. He looks toward her, but his eyes don't focus. "Come on, you've got to leave." She says, before finishing her latte and standing up. She walks over to him, looking at him with what she assumes is a look of authority. His eyes seem...pale. She hesitates to take another step forward, practically flinching as he lurches himself forward by a step. "Y-you - Ahem! You have to leave." Claire says, standing her ground and trying to sound intimidating. A foul smell comes off of him, making her more nervous still. "G-get out." He growls back at her. "N-now!" She says, putting out one hand toward the door. He stumbles a little as he stares at her open palm. "You need to leave!" He slowly looks toward Claire's face again, now close enough for Claire to see him even more clearly. His eyes don't just look pale - they're grey and empty, like he doesn't know where he is. She barely has time to notice this however, before he swings his arm at hers. "Hey!" Claire shouts, hopping backwards. "What do you think you're doing!" She shouts. The drunk takes another lunge at her, slamming his wrist against her left arm. "Stop that!" Claire shouts, slowly stepping backwards. She breathes quickly as adrenaline runs through her - this is the last way she wants to start her shift. "Get out, right now!" "Hrauuur..." He growls again, stumbling forward. One step, then another before he lunges himself at her, grabbing her by the shoulders and biting at her collar. "Hey!" Claire shouts, falling back against the counter, barely staying on her feet. "Get the hell off me!" She shouts, pushing at his shoulders while he tries to bite hers. His face, up close to hers, is even uglier - she can make out every wrinkle, the dried stains under his mouth, and the smell is something else. Claire picks one foot off the ground and pushes it squarely into the man's thigh, kicking forward and throwing him off her. He stumbles backward for a moment before falling onto his backside. Claire darts behind the counter, picking something up to threaten him with. What does she pick up? A) The espresso spoon still in the coffee machine. It has a comfy grip, and the basket is fairly weighted, almost like a hammer. It's short, but it feels quite sturdy and easy to handle. B) A broom. It's a long wooden broom, worn down toward the base. It's quite long, although that might make it awkward to swing around the shop. C) A fork. Underneath the counter there are a handful of dining forks. They're sharp and pointed, as one would expect. However they're quite small and very light.
  4. I tried drawing a bulging bladder.

    Did I do any good?

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    2. TJC

      Really good! I absolute love bulging bladders.

    3. stejlhave96

      thats a god one

    4. ~Kitty Nikki~

      She is legit so adorable in this picture. I love it!

  5. Dimwitrolo

    DimwitRolo's Commissions

    Commissioned drawings See my thread here to know more: https://www.omorashi.org/forums/topic/46343-dimwitrolo-commissions/
  6. Is she wearing anything under there?

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    1. Lisk

      We need to check.

    2. CaptainCranberry

      Doesn't look like it.

    3. Lisk

      Imps are very tricky! What if she's wearing invisible underwear?

  7. Dimwitrolo

    Post a meme a day thread

  8. London, 1666
    A fire in a bakery in pudding lane grows out of hand.
    The fire begins to spread; the fire service and the mayor are called to help.
    The Mayor, a man named Thomas Bloodworth, dismisses the fire, saying - and I quote:
    "A woman might piss it out"

    This fire went on to destroy 75% of London.

    1. The Dark Wolf

      I bet there was a new mayor the following day.

    2. Dimwitrolo

      You'd certainly hope so.

      When the fire was at it's worst, the mayor had fled the city.

      Obviously there was no woman around to piss the fire out.

    3. CaptainCranberry

      Heheh, I remember reading about this story. Apparently fires were pretty common back then.

  9. No shirt, no shoes, no service?

    Yeah well fuck you.

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  10. "Come on! Get out!" "Would you just wait?" Scarlett says from inside the cubicle. "I can't wait!" Beth shouts back, stamping her bare feet against the tiled floor. "I need to get in!" "Tough." Scarlett says back, a hint of amusement on her voice. "H-hurry!" Beth's stood outside the cubicle, hopping back and forth from foot to foot. Neither girl has been in the pool itself yet, but it feels to Beth like she's carrying one inside her right now - and the only thing stopping her from letting it go is Scarlett - who's sat about three feet away from her behind the wooden door. She can see her feet under the door and a couple of suspect droplets of...something...that suggests she didn't reach the toilet in time. "Oh, c-come on Scarlett!" Beth moans, leaning against the wall. "I can't hold it!" "I only just sat down!" Scarlett says back. "I haven't even..." She says, pausing. A dull hiss and a steady stream of splashes come from behind the door. "Haah! I've only just started going!" "N-now you're just teasing me!" Beth shouts, pressing her head into the door. She feels something warm against her skin - something warm, fresh, and something that signifies that she doesn't have long until the dam bursts. "Come oooon!" Beth moans as she tries to ignore the pulsing feeling in her groin. The sound of Scarlett behind the door is almost unbearable - the hissing, the splashing, and the soft moans that Scarlett's quite generously and deliberately giving out. "Sooo good!" Scarlett says from behind the door. "Phew, I really needed that, Beth!" "S-shut up!" "Oh god it's good though - I swear, you could see it bulging out a little before I got in!" "S-Scarlett!" "Gonna be real with you Beth. My swimsuit isn't totally dry - I came this close to-" "S-Stop! Just get a move on!" Beth shouts, Looking down at herself, trying her best not to leak. "Come on, I'm about to wet my suit!" Looking down at herself, Beth can see just how mad she's got to go. She can't see the wet spot - although she can feel it - because there's something in the way. Beth can only imagine it's her bladder, so full she can see it - she can certainly feel it, like a rock beneath her ribs. Another feeling of warmth blossoms around her groin as another leak makes its way out. "Why aren't you using the other toilet anyway?" Scarlett says from behind the door. The splashing sounds begin to slow down to a last few drips. Scarlett lets out one last exaggerated sigh. "Oh, so good!" "O-out of order - Let me in!" "I've only just stopped peeing, give me a moment!" "H-hurry!" "How do you know I don't need to poop?" "SCARLETT!!" "Look I said you should pee in the pool." "I-I'm not gonna - Hnng!" "What?" Beth doesn't respond - she can't - at that moment, the only things she can focus on are her bladder, and getting it over a toilet, before it empties down her legs. She's already had two small warnings, and now it feels like it's about to take control. She can't hear anything coming from behind the door now though, other than Scarlett's breathing. She bangs her fist against the door and then.... "Do you mind?" Scarlett asks. "I won't be a momen - Oh my god!" It happened - With a huge wave of pressure from her bladder, Beth couldn't hold back. The ocean inside her erupted in a warm flood in her groin, before bursting from her swimsuit and falling to the floor with a loud splatter. Rather than fight back though, Beth decides - or more rather, her body decides - to push with her bladder. Pressing her face into the door, Beth feels her whole body tense up as she forcefully relieves herself into her swimsuit, hissing furiously as it jets out of her. She lets out a moan of 'Nnnn-haaaaah!' as relief floods up her body in a warm shiver to match the warm streams now pouring down her legs, wrapping around her thighs, calves and ankles, before falling into small puddles beneath her feet. Almost double the size of the puddles under each foot, there's a rapidly growing third puddle directly beneath her, with fresh urine falling into it straight from the source - filtered by the swimsuit. The pale yellow stream glistens in the electric light as it falls, soaking the floor and splashing her ankles as it does. Beth arches her back as everything floods out of her, as the feeling of relief grows stronger as the full feeling she'd had moments ago grows weaker, pouring out of her. "Can you get off the door?" Comes a voice from behind the cubicle. "I'm trying to get out." "S-shut up." Beth spits back, pressing her head forward as she relieves herself. "I'm peeing." "Yeah I can see." Scarlett says. "The puddles coming through the door." "Haaah..." "You, ah, you gonna stop any time soon? It's almost at my feet." "T-tough." Beth mumbles, half giggling. "You did this to me." she moans. "Hey!" Beth doesn't respond though - and she doesn't move. She's not even halfway done - she'd been holding back an ocean, and it was going to take some time to get it all out, even in spite of Scarlett's protests. The initial waves of releif have died off now, but the warmth running down her legs certainly hasn't. Reality becomes to come back to a now very relieved Beth. She stands up straight again, leaning off the door, and letting herself finish in her swimsuit. She laughs limply as Scarlett opens the cubicle door. "You can stop now, Beth." Scarlett says. "Sit down and let the rest out." "N-no point." Beth says, trying to stop grinning. "This far in, I might as well finish having this accident." "Wow. You really had to go." Scarlett says, trying to figure out how to get out the cubicle without getting her feet wet. As she feels her toes grow warm, she decides it's best to step through it. "Couldn't you have done this somewhere away from the door?" She says, stepping in a very warm puddle as she moves away. She flicks her foot dry as she reaches dry ground. "I can't believe you made me wet my suit." Beth says, turning to Scarlett with a slightly annoyed smirk. "I can't believe you're still going." "Hm?" "Wanna get a move on?" Scarlett says, cocking her hip. "I kinda wanna go swimming today." "Oh, yeah." Beth giggles. She clenches her body and the hissing grows louder and harsher for a couple seconds as she forces her bladder to empty now. Scarlett can see Beth's swimsuit move with the increased force from Beth's stream as it crashes out of her. It takes a couple seconds, but with the increased pressure, Beth finally finishes. "Done?" Scarlett asks. Beth nods. "Feeling better?" Scarlett asks. Beth nods. "Let's go then." Beth nods again and pulls at the crotch of her swimsuit, letting it slap back against her, shaking off some of the drops. The fall into the still warm puddle beneath Beth's feet. "Let's get in the pool."
  11. Dimwitrolo

    Ask Scarlett

    Hey! Remember you guys said I should try wetting upside down or something like that? Well I did it! It was great fun tbh! I'm so used to it running down my legs when I do this - it's kinda weird having it going all down my chest! Wrapped around my neck too which felt great! My top's soaked, my back's soaked...I think I might do this more often! Anyway, here's that pic - I'll answer the rest of the questions next time! I'm still holding by the way. Somehow. Don't question it. See you soon!
  12. 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.
  13. 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!
  14. Dimwitrolo

    Wyldstyle diaper (my first diaper edit)

    Well I can scratch this off of my list of things I assumed I'd never see.
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    Post a meme a day thread