Jimmy Olsen

I think that must've been a staged comedy segment. Otherwise they'd get sued for airing it.

An extraordinary woman was hanging around the bedroom of an ordinary man. She was literally hanging in midair, tumbling over and over through the empty space of the room as her body squirmed and her legs squeezed together. She was incredibly powerful, but knew she looked pathetic with her silken skirts bunched up at her crotch and her swollen bladder bulging out of her exposed midriff. Despite her great powers, she was subject to the calls of nature. More importantly, she was subject to the desires of whoever found her enchanted bottle. The lucky recipient of the artifact had told his newfound

Remember the time Juggernaut taunted Jubilee by saying "What are you gonna do, throw your diaper at me?" Well, that sure gave me thoughts when I was a kid!

I never get tired of this kind of scene! I love this one too, but I wonder how she's gonna clean up.

Did anyone save the mastheads from ToiletStool.com?

I wrote this after reading the first chapter because I thought it was the whole story. I'll read and respond to the other chapters later. A female holy night having an accident? It's not something I'm used to reading, but I find I love it! I would've liked a little more backstory explaining the setting and Charlotte's place in this society, and especially how this universe's magic works. Still, for the most part we're able to jump right into the action without confusion. I think it's great how Charlotte leaks bit by bit instead of the big sudden accident that usually happens in omo s

I really enjoyed this story, especially the part where she loses control! I was interested from the beginning because I love cute witches, and this didn't disappoint! I could complain that you don't describe Rebecca's appearance in much detail, but summarizing her outfit as "a witchy aesthetic" is entertaining in its own right. My only serious complaint is that the twist about the spell isn't conveyed very well. I didn't get it until I read your response to Bismiris, and when I read the ending over I still didn't think you made it clear. Otherwise a very fun read!

I thought of a premise that's similar to the bladder-filling stories that have been popular lately but doesn't involve catheters and human flesh and so should be more tolerable for squeamish readers (such as me). Imagine if in the future there are cleaning robots that can handle human waste being deposited directly into them. Some people will do this without thinking much about it but other people are weirded out by the idea (and probably some people enjoy it more than is acceptable). These robots would look and act like cute maids (because that's how things go). I've thought of two scenar

That's the problem with things around here. There aren't clear labels for stuff.

It'd be funny if the girls got revenge in the second half. Imagine on the car trip home one of the girls is driving and she confiscates the boys' containers beforehand and makes few or no stops, but the girls all have armed themselves with travel urinals or incontinence pads or something while the boys just have to hold it. Or if the girls really want to show those boys who's boss they could diaper themselves beforehand and threaten to diaper the boys with everyone watching if they can't hold it.

Excerpt from The Compleat Practical Joker by H. Allen Smith (Doubleday, New York, 1953)

That's the premise of a story I was writing that I lost due to computer trouble. I need to rewrite it.

Maybe Amazon Country. Imagine a place where it's obscene and punishable for a man to whip it out and pee anywhere other than behind closed doors, but a woman can undo her fly and take a leak anywhere she pleases without anybody objecting.

As a cishet male I generally enjoy watching and reading about female desperation more, but I can relate better to male desperation. Male stories are most entertaining when there's a female character who the main character is trying not to be embarrassed in front of or who teases the male character.

I've got a great fantasy here, although I don't like to call it my ultimate fantasy. Being close to a beautiful ballerina, and having her whisper to me before a show that she wishes it weren't too late to visit the ladies' room. I get to watch her exquisite bodily displays with the knowledge that her bladder is uncomfortably full. Now and then I see subtle signs of desperation, and even a hint of a bladder bulge when her body is bent just the right way, but she performs excellently. After the final curtain I greet her backstage and tell her how great she was. With the relief of being