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  6. So idk who has seen "7 deadly sins". But there is a character on the show that is a gaintess(diane). She is provided with potions that make her normal size temporarily. There is actually an episode where she runs out of time and outgrows her clothes. I have a few ideas for some good omo stories, but I am to ADHD to make it happen. Not to mention I'm a horrible writer anyways. But what I had in mind was her being captured and being held captive in a cage much to small for her. In order for her to not outgrow and become crushed by the cage she has to keep drinking the potion. Another idea would be her getting stuck in an experimental clothing that changes size do to her growth. Of course failing. I probably sound like a wierdo for saying this. But being that she's a giant. I even thought of having a close up perspective of her vagina quivering in her suit as she grows in desperation. I always love when the damsel in distress doesn't acknowledge their desperation. Maybe her friend noticing from their perspective or even trying to help her hold back(Just imagine one or more allies in the cage with her. Seeing her quit noticeably sized crotch pulsate all knowing what's about to happen). They could be stuck in a jar or room under her and risk being drown to death while someone engorges her or even the notion of her wetting the whole cell floor with them in it. She's also kind of like an earth bender so it would be cool if she manifested some kind of stone hands to jam in her crotch to stop the flow. Just anything involving her wetting her outfit. Any tight fitting out fit. I know I sound crazy. But if anyone is capable of that. It would be amazing. I'm sure you would get alot of omo credit haha. giant
  7. This one because of the piss stream hitting her jeans https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph56b9db2921fd4 Or this one because of the stream hitting the floor... https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5d3a5163abb1d Naomi has one from love wetting handcuffed to a pole in jean shorts.. I can't find it but i love that one too...
  8. This will be my writing home fore a little while so hope you enjoy feel free to criticize a little bit.

  9. Xyliek's dilemma The handmaid enters the king's chambers finding the king asleep on the bed. Beside the bed, a dresser with two wine glasses sat. One was half full and the other empty. A few feet from the foot of the bed stood his royal guard. A skilled mercenary known as Xyliek. She was very dark in the skin. The shade of a pitch black cave or lump of coal. She came from a land known for its long sunny days. She was 25 years of age, very beautiful, and a skilled killer. She was dressed in thin black silk legs. On her feet, she wore wooden sandals. Her torso was equipped with a thin silk chest piece draped lightly over her bosom. Though her outfit provided limited protection, her skills with a blade made it paramount she dressed in something thin and light. It dried quickly and did not slow them down on long missions. It was the lightest clothing of any tribe around. On her hips she wore a small belt with a sheathed si on each side of her hip. on her backside a small pouch containing other weapons and parcels the young killer may need. The maid walked near her. Xyliek's combat attire “Please. Go get the queen." Xyliek blurted out in a troubled whisper. The maid moved in front of her. and was reaching down to get the king’s clothes when she looked up at the guards face. From the floor, she noticed a certain glistening in the guards eyes. The maid scanned her from head to toe. The fire light shined on her curves. She noticed the guards legs were pressed together firmly and she was rubbing her knees together ever so slightly. She had both hands by her side clenched into fist. “Is the king okay?” asked the maid. “The king is grand! It is a different matter! I must be excused!” Xyliek said in a slightly angry, yet quiet manner. The maid stood up straight looking the guard in the face. Her eyes were wide and lined with tears, and her top teeth were pierced over her bottom lip. She looked scared and in pain. No guard of the southern tribe had ever left their position. They have been royal guards since the beginning of time, all female. The maid continued to stare at the guard not knowing what to say. “Are you okay?" she got out. The maid stepped in front of the guard and reached out to her shoulder. Xyliek felt her crotch slowly begin to numb under the pressure. She strained even harder, placing both of her palms on the sides of her rear end, slowly looking down towards her crotch. The maid watched the assassin's legs and glutes flex harder and harder till her bottom half was like marble. The young guard was trembling with effort. Xyliek was as hard and firm as a statue the maid noted. Then she noticed it. The maid could see shapes of Xyliek's lady parts twinkling in the firelight. It was vibrating out and in as if trying to escape the slightly damp silk prison suppressing it. Xyliek looked slowly up to the maid nearly in tears, lips quivering and said, "please… please hurry.” The maid ran from the room. When the maid had finally returned she had with her the queen and one of her royal guards. The queen walked into the king's quarters obviously angered with being woken. She came to stand in front of the guard face to face. The queen was roughly 3 inches taller than her and was very pale with red hair. She looked down on the poor girl who was now gently holding at her crotch with one hand and pressing her knees together tightly. She was very tense and her cheeks were soft from the occasional tear escaping, "Drinking with his infantry again as usual” said the queen, waving towards the king. The assassin stood at the ready straightening her legs and removing her hand from her crotch slowly to look presentable. She felt her rear end relax and a small drizzle of warm liquid run down her left thigh. She quickly reverted to marble again. A fearful cold wave washed over her, “My lord was quite drunk this night, he insisted I have six glasses with him, I begged him, no” the guard optimistically protested, her lower muscles settling back into their previous molds. The queen looked over Xyliek as she spoke, "this maid tells me he has watered you like a little flower and gone to slumber. Let me wake him then!” the queen walked over to her husband and shook him awake. “How many times must I tell you! Stop drinking with your guards! This bed maid has awakened me in the middle of the night to inform me that your guard was about to turn your chambers along with her own garb into a privy”, she exclaimed. The king sat up and looked off the end of his bed to the guard that was standing before him shivering and said, “I am terribly sorry my wife. My dear girl please relieve yourself. I am in huge doubt of someone coming for me in the next ten minutes.” The guard straightened up in relief and hastily walked towards the door. “No wait!” insisted the queen. Xyliek stopped at the door, a chill wave of fear starting at her urethra and ending at her tear ducts washed over her. She turned around to face the queen, the hair standing up on the back of her neck. “Though you’ve done nothing wrong. I must teach my husband a lesson. You will stay here till I return. You will stay right here in your spot. And you will. Stay. dry. That is an order. I will leave the bed maid, she will watch over you. you are to perform your duties as normal if someone should show up.” At that, the queen walked out with her own guard. The guard went back to her spot by the king's bed and the maid sat at the fire staring intently at Xyliek as she shook, her muscles tiring as tears run down her face. The king sat in his bed feeling sorry for the poor girl. He watched as the wine slowly ran over her bladder like men would a castle wall. She faced away from him towards the fire and he couldn’t help but notice her perfectly sculpted behind, tensed up in the most erotic way. Softening and hardening to the sound of her small grunts for the next 30 minutes swearing he could see an occasional glare rolling down her inner thigh. When the queen returned she had in her hand a thick piece of cloth. She unbaled the item in her hand revealing it to the room."This was my last anniversary present from the king here. They are unworn and worth more than three farms. Xyliek is to put them on... now!" The queen handed the garment to her. It was a beautiful small cloth. Light green and embroidered with silver and gold. Her and the maid both blushed at once. Confused she began to slip out of her attire and slip into the queen's royal small cloth. Once she had the garment on she began to reach for her weapon belt. The queen intervened, "you won’t be needing your weapons for this next little bit. Wow those panties must be the thickest clothing you ever dawned? Seems to fit you well, maybe even a little tight.” she smiled.” Perfect breast as I would have assumed. Go on then!” The queen motioned and her own guard approached Xyliek, spun her away from the bed towards the fireplace, tethered her hands to the chandelier above her head, and bound her feet to a bar between her legs spacing them 2 feet apart. The queen sat in front of the bound young woman. “We are going to play a little game. The game is called lords and ladies. I will watch your perky little titties bounce with your every move. My kingly husband back there will watch your cute little arse shake in the night as he likes so much. This lovely cup bearer here will be just that, making sure our lovely lady is not parched. she’s very good at her job. Your own clansmen here hates seeing weakness in her ranks, she will keep check on you making sure you're a good little lady. You will not fowl that garment. You will stand as still as possible. And you will enjoy your first cup. Cup bearer!” The maid poured a very small glass of wine and pressed the rim of the cup to the bound lady’s lips. With a face full of tears she tilted her head back and accepted it. The king sharing a glass from the comfort of his bed stared directly at her arse as instructed. He hated he caused this and even more he had spent a lot of money on those small clothes. The idea of the garment getting soiled unsettled him. As the last drops of wine left the lady's glass and hit her throat he couldn’t help but notice her toes were curled and pointing at each other her knees were concave touching and her perfect round rear mounds were quivering in an irrational manner. The queen sitting in front of her admiring her panties as the girl struggled to hold on, unable to hold herself or cross her legs. Slowly a small lump appeared in the center of her panties. At its tip the queen saw a small dark green spot appear before the lump diminished in size. The queen got on her hands and knees and leaned in. it was quivering in and out. “This little lady is going to turn into a lad soon if she keeps holding on, her lady parts protrude.” the queen snickered. “It seems her attire has become moist,” the queen's guard announced. Suddenly Xyliek felt her whole waist go numb, followed by a feeling of sharp pain. Her eyes widened, and she began jerking her limbs like crazy, doing anything to get the queen's royal burden off of her. She began to beg looking down at her crotch. Her knees flew apart in pain like an arm to a bug bite. And she thrust her crotch forward. She could feel the urine stream coming and there was nothing in her power she could do. She closed her eyes. A powerful hiss followed lasting 5 seconds. It felt like a fine blade had just freed itself from her body. “So that is it then, she has soiled my wife's formal clothing” the king questioned. “No my husband,” the queen responded. “It seems my timing is true.” The bound lady opened her eyes to find the queen had slid the crotch of her favorite small cloth out of harm's way, her breast getting drenched in the process. She released, and her small cloth snapped back against her urethra like a lock clenching shut on a door. The queen then stood up whipping what juices she could off her chest and began to untie Xyliek's hands. Once her hands were free, Xyliek reached down and grasped both sides of her queen's undergarment in a desperate haste and pulled upwards with great force leveling the expensive tapestry tightly against her swollen aqua duct. Xyliek and the royal burden.
  10. sure go ahead I had know clue where to post it.. ill take anything I can get.
  11. I've been on this site for like ten years... and honestly it was like a porn site to me at first... but then i notice the art that came from it... people get on here and write there own stories, produce there own artwork, and speak openly about there insecurities. All while remaining anonymous.. nothings black and white.. i say add it to your arsenal its just another tool to help you. But yeah i just now posted some stuff for the first time this year...
  12. I am writing a story and need illistrations for it... it doesnt have to be great. In the story a girl is harnessed to her boyfriends lap wearing green panties and he is bottom less with a boner straight up between her legs. I need her cameltoe to be protruding around his penis try to get the harness around there thighs if possible... dont need full body or nothing just the close up...
  13. prologue: I wanna become an author but I also am interested in omo so I decided to use it as practice since it is something I can be very imaginative about. feel free to continue this story. I took random pics off the internet and used filters to add character to the story I ask that if you do extend it you try and do the same. at the end of the story ill provide alternate ending I thought of. Xyliek's dilemma The handmaid enters the king's chambers finding the king asleep on the bed. Beside the bed, a dresser with two wine glasses sat. One was half full and the other empty. A few feet from the foot of the bed stood his royal guard. A skilled mercenary known as Xyliek. She was very dark in the skin. The shade of a pitch black cave or lump of coal. She came from a land known for its long sunny days. She was 25 years of age, very beautiful, and a skilled killer. She was dressed in thin black silk legs. On her feet, she wore wooden sandals. Her torso was equipped with a thin silk chest piece draped lightly over her bosom. Though her outfit provided limited protection, her skills with a blade made it paramount she dressed in something thin and light. It dried quickly and did not slow them down on long missions. It was the lightest clothing of any tribe around. On her hips she wore a small belt with a sheathed si on each side of her hip. on her backside a small pouch containing other weapons and parcels the young killer may need. The maid walked near her. Xyliek's combat attire “Please. Go get the queen." Xyliek blurted out in a troubled whisper. The maid moved in front of her. and was reaching down to get the king’s clothes when she looked up at the guards face. From the floor, she noticed a certain glistening in the guards eyes. The maid scanned her from head to toe. The fire light shined on her curves. She noticed the guards legs were pressed together firmly and she was rubbing her knees together ever so slightly. She had both hands by her side clenched into fist. “Is the king okay?” asked the maid. “The king is grand! It is a different matter! I must be excused!” Xyliek said in a slightly angry, yet quiet manner. The maid stood up straight looking the guard in the face. Her eyes were wide and lined with tears, and her top teeth were pierced over her bottom lip. She looked scared and in pain. No guard of the southern tribe had ever left their position. They have been royal guards since the beginning of time, all female. The maid continued to stare at the guard not knowing what to say. “Are you okay?" she got out. The maid stepped in front of the guard and reached out to her shoulder. Xyliek felt her crotch slowly begin to numb under the pressure. She strained even harder, placing both of her palms on the sides of her rear end, slowly looking down towards her crotch. The maid watched the assassin's legs and glutes flex harder and harder till her bottom half was like marble. The young guard was trembling with effort. Xyliek was as hard and firm as a statue the maid noted. Then she noticed it. The maid could see shapes of Xyliek's lady parts twinkling in the firelight. It was vibrating out and in as if trying to escape the slightly damp silk prison suppressing it. Xyliek looked slowly up to the maid nearly in tears, lips quivering and said, "please… please hurry.” The maid ran from the room. When the maid had finally returned she had with her the queen and one of her royal guards. The queen walked into the king's quarters obviously angered with being woken. She came to stand in front of the guard face to face. The queen was roughly 3 inches taller than her and was very pale with red hair. She looked down on the poor girl who was now gently holding at her crotch with one hand and pressing her knees together tightly. She was very tense and her cheeks were soft from the occasional tear escaping, "Drinking with his infantry again as usual” said the queen, waving towards the king. The assassin stood at the ready straightening her legs and removing her hand from her crotch slowly to look presentable. She felt her rear end relax and a small drizzle of warm liquid run down her left thigh. She quickly reverted to marble again. A fearful cold wave washed over her, “My lord was quite drunk this night, he insisted I have six glasses with him, I begged him, no” the guard optimistically protested, her lower muscles settling back into their previous molds. The queen looked over Xyliek as she spoke, "this maid tells me he has watered you like a little flower and gone to slumber. Let me wake him then!” the queen walked over to her husband and shook him awake. “How many times must I tell you! Stop drinking with your guards! This bed maid has awakened me in the middle of the night to inform me that your guard was about to turn your chambers along with her own garb into a privy”, she exclaimed. The king sat up and looked off the end of his bed to the guard that was standing before him shivering and said, “I am terribly sorry my wife. My dear girl please relieve yourself. I am in huge doubt of someone coming for me in the next ten minutes.” The guard straightened up in relief and hastily walked towards the door. “No wait!” insisted the queen. Xylie stopped at the door, a chill wave of fear starting at her urethra and ending at her tear ducts washed over her. She turned around to face the queen, the hair standing up on the back of her neck. “Though you’ve done nothing wrong. I must teach my husband a lesson. You will stay here till I return. You will stay right here in your spot. And you will. Stay. dry. That is an order. I will leave the bed maid, she will watch over you. you are to perform your duties as normal if someone should show up.” At that, the queen walked out with her own guard. The guard went back to her spot by the king's bed and the maid sat at the fire staring intently at Xylie as she shook, her muscles tiring as tears run down her face. The king sat in his bed feeling sorry for the poor girl. He watched as the wine slowly ran over her bladder like men would a castle wall. She faced away from him towards the fire and he couldn’t help but notice her perfectly sculpted behind, tensed up in the most erotic way. Softening and hardening to the sound of her small grunts for the next 30 minutes swearing he could see an occasional glare rolling down her inner thigh. When the queen returned she had in her hand a thick piece of cloth. She unballed the item in her hand revealing it to the room."This was my last anniversary present from the king here. They are unworn and worth more than three farms. Xyliek is to put them on... now!" The queen handed the garment to her. It was a beautiful small cloth. Light green and embroidered with silver and gold. Her and the maid both blushed at once. Confused she began to slip out of her attire and slip into the queen's royal small cloth. Once she had the garment on she began to reach for her weapon belt. The queen intervened,“you won’t be needing your weapons for this next little bit. Wow those panties must be the thickest clothing you ever dawned? Seems to fit you well, maybe even a little tight.” she smiled.” Perfect breast as I would have assumed. Go on then!” The queen notioned and her own guard approached Xyliek, spun her away from the bed towards the fireplace, tethered her hands to the chandelier above her head, and bound her feet to a bar between her legs spacing them 2 feet apart. The queen sat in front of the bound young woman. “We are going to play a little game. The game is called lords and ladies. I will watch your perky little tites bounce with your every move. My kingly husband back there will watch your cute little arse shake in the night as he likes so much. This lovely cup bearer here will be just that, making sure our lovely lady is not parched. she’s very good at her job. Your own clansmen here hates seeing weakness in her ranks, she will keep check on you making sure you're a good little lady. You will not fowl that garment. You will stand as still as possible. And you will enjoy your first cup. Cup bearer!” The maid poured a very small glass of wine and pressed the rim of the cup to the bound lady’s lips. With a face full of tears she tilted her head back and accepted it. The king sharing a glass from the comfort of his bed stared directly at her arse as instructed. He hated he caused this and even more he had spent a lot of money on those small clothes. The idea of the garment getting soiled unsettled him. As the last drops of wine left the lady's glass and hit her throat he couldn’t help but notice her toes were curled and pointing at each other her knees were concave touching and her perfect round rear mounds were quivering in an irrational manner. The queen sitting in front of her admiring her panties as the girl struggled to hold on, unable to hold herself or cross her legs. Slowly a small lump appeared in the center of her panties. At its tip the queen saw a small dark green spot appear before the lump diminished in size. The queen got on her hands and knees and leaned in. it was quivering in and out. “This little lady is going to turn into a lad soon if she keeps holding on, her lady parts protrude.” the queen snickered. “It seems her attire has become moist,” the queen's guard announced. Suddenly Xyliek felt her whole waist go numb, followed by a feeling of sharp pain. Her eyes widened, and she began jerking her limbs like crazy, doing anything to get the queen's royal burden off of her. She began to beg looking down at her crotch. Her knees flew apart in pain like an arm to a bug bite. And she thrust her crotch forward. She could feel the urine stream coming and there was nothing in her power she could do. She closed her eyes. A powerful hiss followed lasting 5 seconds. It felt like a fine blade had just freed itself from her body. “So that is it then, she has soiled my wife's formal clothing” the king questioned. “No my husband,” the queen responded. “It seems my timing is true.” The bound lady opened her eyes to find the queen had slid the crotch of her favorite small cloth out of harm's way, her breast getting drenched in the process. She released, and her small cloth snapped back against her urethra like a lock clenching shut on a door. The queen then stood up whipping what juices she could off her chest and began to untie Xyliek's hands. Once her hands were free, Xyliek reached down and grasped both sides of her queen's undergarment in a desperate haste and pulled upwards with great force leveling the expensive tapestry tightly against her swollen aqua duct. Xyliek and the queen's burden.
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