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  1. Going on another hiatus, for I don't know how long, or if I will come back, I'm always available on my personal twitter, ZappOBrien, or my writing twitter, WattStalf

  2. One day, Tadano comes by to pick Retsuko up right after work for a date. She hurries to join him in his limo, and the two of them make their way to the airport. Unfortunately for them, the traffic is bad at this hour, and they get caught in a traffic jam that leaves them in pretty much a complete stand still. After a little while of frustrated waiting, Tadano asks his AI for information about how long it will take to get to their destination. “Data unavailable. I am unable to get a clear estimation on when the traffic jam will end.” “Oh, well, that’s just great,” Tadano says, crossing his legs. “I really need to pee.” Blushing, Retsuko laughs and says, “M-me too.” She hurried out of her work before visiting the bathroom, not thinking about the fact that they might meet traffic on the way. She thought it wouldn’t be a long ride before she got to the airport, but now she feels the pressure in her bladder growing. It makes her feel a little better knowing that she isn’t alone in that, but she also feels bad for Tadano, having to deal with the same discomfort that she is as well. She squirms in her seat as the urge starts to get worse, the traffic moving at a crawl if it even moves at all. More often than not, they barely move before having to slow to a complete stop, and with no progress being made, she grows more nervous about her situation. As for Tadano, he decides that waiting it out might not be worth it. It’s starting to hurt, and he doesn’t want to have to hold it for who knows how long. If he’s going to give up, he might as well do it early on, is how he sees it. So he digs through some of the trash near his seat, producing a couple empty bottles. Retsuko looks over in surprise, realizing what it is that he’s planning to do. “Did you want one too?” he asks, noticing that she’s looking at him. He’s a little embarrassed, but trying to play it cool. “N-no,I’m fine,” she says. Blushing, he says, “You don’t mind if I use it, though, right?” “No, go right ahead,” she replies, trying to hide how awkward the situation is for her. “I-if you really need to.” “Alright, then please don’t look.” Retsuko blushes even harder as she turns around, but she can hear the sound of him unzipping his pants, and then the sound of his huge sigh of relief, and then the bottle filling up, the splash of liquid inside of it causing her to squeeze her thighs together to try and alleviate her own desperation. It’s very hard to listen to all of this, especially knowing what he’s doing when she has to go so bad as well, and she hopes that they reach the airport soon, because she doesn’t know how long she can make it. When Tadano tells her he’s done, she turns around to see that he’s zipped up and capped the bottle, which is almost completely full. “Wow, you really had to go,” she comments. “Yeah, I was hoping to hold it until we got there, so I could just go on my plane before we took off,” he replies. That is what Retsuko is hoping for, but it continues to get worse as time goes on, until Tadano notices her squirming again and asks, “Are you sure you don’t want a bottle?” But she doesn’t want to use a bottle in front of her boyfriend, and is determined to wait until they get to the airport. “No, I’m fine. Traffic is finally starting to move again, so it’ll be fine.” That is what she tries to convince herself, but her need has grown so urgent now that she has no choice but to hold herself. As embarrassing as it is, she has to do it to prevent leaks, until even that doesn’t work for her anymore. She feels a leak, and gasps in shock; Tadano seems to realize what’s going on and hurriedly grabs a bottle to hand to her. However, it’s too late for her, and even reaching for the bottle proves to be too much. She stands, to avoid getting the seat and her skirt wet, as her bladder gives out and she fully soaks her panties in front of him. Retsuko has never been more humiliated in her life, and she blushes furiously even after she’s emptied out. “I-I’m sorry…” she says in a soft voice. As he gets out a towel, Tadano says, “It’s alright, you tried your best and I respect that. We’ll get this cleaned up, and you can get yourself cleaned up on the plane.” She’s happy that he’s so understanding, and though she has to walk through the airport with wet panties on, soon she will be able to get some much needed relaxation.
  3. One day, Shining Armor is on guard duty. Everything is going fine for him, with nothing eventful happening. In fact, the day could, for the most part, be called dull, but because it’s so dull, that means he has nothing to distract him from the steadily growing pressure in his bladder as the day goes on. Even though it isn’t that bad at the beginning, thinking about it doesn’t make it better for him, and it steadily gets worse as time goes on. When he only has two hours left on his shift, he really starts to notice it growing. He finds that he has to pee pretty badly now, and he hopes that this doesn’t mean he will be struggling for the rest of his shift. But with how bad it already is, he isn’t sure that he will be able to focus for very long, as he is sure that it is only going to get worse from here on out. There is no one who can take over for him early, so he has to wait until the very end, but now that his need has grown to this point, he begins to wonder if that will be possible for him without taking some sort of break. But a break is completely impossible with a job this important, so all he can do is wait it out, crossing his legs as he tries to ignore the growing desperation. The time drags on and on, and the throbbing in his full bladder increases. He really doesn’t know if he’s going to make it until the end; even though it’s not as urgent as it could be now, there’s still so much time left on his shift that he knows it’s going to get much worse before it’s over, and that makes him so nervous that holding it becomes even more difficult for him as a result. Shuffling back and forth, he’s glad that he’s completely alone in the hallway. Even if it is a boring shift, he is at least able to handle his desperation a bit more obviously, without worrying about anyone seeing him doing so. Now, whether he wets himself or not will be a different story altogether, but he tries not to think about that as a possibility right now. A half hour passes with him keeping it under control, but he really isn’t sure how much longer he can last like this. In fact, he is fairly certain that no matter what he does, he isn’t going to make it to the end of his shift, but when he begins panicking over that, it only makes his desperation worse. It would be better for him to not think about it at all, but he finds that he can’t stop thinking about it, once he has started. Shining Armor is worried, but he doesn’t know what he can do to change the situation, and just keeps holding on, with no idea what the outcome will be for him. The more time drags on, the more panicked he becomes, and when he can’t get his urge to go down at all, he knows he has to do something, or else he will definitely wet himself before this shift is over. Nothing would be humiliating than that, he thinks, which means he has to come up with a solution, and fast. Looking around, Shining Armor spots a trash can and gets a very bad idea. Hurrying over to it, he sees an empty bottle inside, just what he was hoping for. That is, at least, a lucky break for him, even though he knows he shouldn’t be doing this at all. Lifting the bottle, he looks around to make sure that he’s truly alone, before getting into position to use it. Oh man, I hope no one sees, I would never live this down, he thinks. But, just his luck, that is when his younger sister and her friends round the corner, as he says, “This could get messy…” to himself. Just as he is about to let go, Twilight Sparkle spots him, and gasps. “Brother! What are you doing?!” “T-Twilie...what are you doing here?” he stammers with a blush, trying to hold back. He doesn’t want them to see him pee, and it is made worse when Rarity gives him a funny look, saying, “That’s gross, darling.” He isn’t going to be able to hold back anymore, and he says, “P-please don’t look, I’ve been holding it for a long time, guard duty doesn’t allow any bathroom break.” However, nobody looks away, and he loses control. With a blush and a sigh of relief, he begins filling the bottle, knowing that he will have to beg them to never speak of this again when he’s done.
  4. There is a newly activated experiment on the loose, experiment number 456, who has a very peculiar ability. The ability centers around distracting someone so much that anything could go on around them and they would be too focused on their own problem to care, but the way that it does that is very strange indeed. To be more specific, experiment 456 can give people a sudden urge to pee, and increase it in intensity, until they are so desperate that they can’t think of anything else. Eventually, if it overdoes it, then they will wet themselves, ending the control for a short time. One day, it sets its sights on a hula performance, one that Lilo happens to be participating in with her group. However, Lilo is not the one that will be struck by that misfortune, and she will remain dry and unhumiliated throughout the show. The same cannot be said for one of the members of her group, however. Myrtle, it seems, will finally get some comeuppance for some of the nasty things that she has done. They line up in their outfits, ready to go out on stage, when experiment 456 sets its sights on Myrtle, targeting her with the troublesome ability. Unknowingly, it waits until the absolute worst moment, when it is past the time that she could have gone to the bathroom before the show, targeting her so that soon, she feels a sudden urge to pee begin to grow. Groaning to herself, she mutters, “Not now!” She hopes that she will be able to wait throughout the show, because she will have no opportunity to pee during. Normally she is vigilant about such things, so she doesn’t know why she suddenly has to go so bad, unaware of the experiment’s unusual power effecting her. The way the urge is now, it’s hard to ignore but not impossible to hold for the hour performance, and she is fairly confident that she will be able to make it. As the show starts and she goes onstage with the others, Myrtle tries to forget her need to pee and focus on the dance steps. Naturally, experiment 456 decides to up the ante at this point, seeing that she is still not fully distracted and deciding that that is a sign that its power isn’t working well enough. Her need suddenly spikes, nearly causing her to miss a step in the dance. She panics, but doesn’t allow herself to show it externally, but she knows that this means she has more of a chance of not making it. She can’t allow herself to have an accident while she’s on stage, but as her need to pee rapidly begins to grow, it is harder for her to hold back against it. Myrtle tries to hold back, biting her lip as she struggles to keep up her dancing, but she begins to struggle, stumbling and missing steps when she feels a pang of arousal. She doesn’t know what she is going to do, and doesn’t know how she got so desperate. Meanwhile, the experiment watches her, disappointed with how well she is holding out so far. Increasing her desperation level is easy, until she’s trembling and barely keeping up with the dancing at all. It must be obvious by how shaky her steps are and how she’s struggling with her footwork, and she’s sure that several people must already be able to tell that she’s desperate to pee. It’s so embarrassing, but nothing is more embarrassing than what would happen if she actually lost control in front of the whole audience. So she continues to fight off her desperation, but it grows past a point that she can even manage. With only fifteen minutes left in the show, she feels a leak escape her, and she isn’t able to stop the spurt of liquid no matter how she fights it. Panic overtakes her as she gasps, “N-not now!” She has already begun to wet herself, and there’s nothing she can do to stop it. She leaks again and again until she freezes in place, screaming, “I-I can’t hold it!” Suddenly, all eyes are on her, and she has a full audience for her inevitable accident. Myrtle can’t hold back the flood anymore, fully wetting herself on stage as the whole audience and all of her dance class stare at her. Lilo watches in shock, before looking slightly backstage and seeing the experiment watching. She knows what is happening and that Myrtle’s accident wasn’t her fault, but she decides to keep that to herself. Perhaps the humiliation might knock the mean girl down a few pegs.
  5. Bumping with another relevant commission I finished!
  6. A/N: This was written as a commission, featuring some intentional desperation for Catherine, her being in a relationship with Rhea, and some mild, fade-to-black sexual content at the very end. Also Shamir and Byleth are there for a little while too. Catherine’s relationship with Rhea is something like an open secret. Though neither of them talk about it, and Rhea tries to avoid being too public to avoid any potential scandal, it becomes obvious to those around them that the two of them are closer than an archbishop and one of her knights. Catherine has admired Rhea for so long, her crush always obvious, but she managed to earn her favor, and most can see that without either of them ever admitting to it. Naturally, Rhea takes on a more dominant role in their relationship, giving Catherine challenges to try and live up to. Each one becomes more intense than the last, but all tend to center around things they do behind closed doors. Never has she requested that Catherine take this beyond the bedroom, but her latest challenge is one that she expects to last an entire day. It starts with Rhea praising her for all of her endurance, becoming more and more specific until she says, “I’m sure even your bladder is as strong as steel.” Blushing at the odd statement, Catherine says, “Well, I guess...I mean, of course it is! No time to worry about that in the heat of battle, after all! “Did you have to do any special training exercises for that? I’ve never heard of that being a part of the training for the Knights of Seiros, but…” “Uh, no special training, it just...comes natural, I guess?” Catherine says with a shrug. “What’s brought all this on?” “Just a little curiosity. I think it could be fun, don’t you?” “You think...what could be fun, exactly?” “Perhaps you could make it into a training exercise. I know I would like to see you try something like that.” “M-my lady…?!” Catherine is completely taken aback by the implications of what Rhea is saying. “Would you do that for me, Catherine?” she asks, an innocent smile on her face that greatly contrasts what it is that she’s asking. And, regardless of what it is that she’s asking, Catherine knows that she could never say no to any request from Rhea. “Just tell me what you want, and I’ll get it done!” she replies, ever the loyal knight. ~X~ In the end, Rhea’s instructions are simple: Catherine is to try not to relieve herself for the day, to see just how far she can push herself. She is told to excuse herself if things get too difficult, but she has to report all the details to Rhea, should she give up before time is up. If she can succeed in holding it all day, Rhea will watch her empty her bladder at the end of the day, just to see how much she managed to hold back. If Catherine is being completely honest with herself, she is a bit nervous about the challenge. The whole concept is a little embarrassing, but for Rhea, she is more than willing to do it, and she finds herself growing a little excited as well. There is something thrilling about being able to do something for Rhea’s pleasure out in the open, without anyone else knowing about it. It’s like flaunting their relationship in front of everyone, in a way, but without the risk of actually doing so. She starts her day off like always, slipping out of Rhea’s room early enough that no one notices her, with Rhea reminding her of her challenge before she leaves. With the challenge on her mind, she heads for the dining hall, wondering if she should be conscious of what she drinks with her breakfast, or if she should challenge herself more. Finally, she decides to keep her liquid intake the same as it normally is; it’s best not to push herself this early in the day, but if she holds back, then that would be like admitting the challenge is too much for her without going out of her way. With that in mind, she has breakfast as she always does, drinking no more or less than usual before getting on with her day. There are discussions to be had with other knights and classes that she sits in on, hoping to learn something useful from or about the mysterious new professor. The morning and early afternoon pass without event, but every now and then, she feels slight twinges from her bladder that she quickly pushes out of her mind. This is nothing yet. When it’s time for her to have her lunch, she again considers being cautious with her liquid intake, but again, she decides against that. If she can’t hold it under ordinary circumstances, then what does that say about her endurance? Rhea is counting on her to put on a good show with that, and she won’t let Rhea down. But once lunch is over, she decides it might be better to take it easy for a little while, at least until it’s time to start her training for the day. That is the plan, of course, but as she is walking through the monastery, she is stopped by none other than the mysterious new professor she’s taken a mild interest in. Only because Rhea is so interested in her, naturally, and she has to make sure that everything checks out. So when Byleth invites her to tea, she is in no position to decline, even if sipping tea isn’t how she wanted to spend her afternoon. “Sure, I’ve got some time,” she says, accepting the invitation and following Byleth to the garden. She has tea prepared from the kitchen, one of Catherine’s favorites if she’s being honest, though she has no idea if Byleth somehow figured that out, or if it was just a lucky guess. Either one seems unlikely, so she doesn’t bother thinking about it further. “Was there something you wanted to discuss, professor?” she asks, giving Byleth an easy grin. “I like to take time like this with all of my students,” Byleth replies. “I know that you’re not technically a student here anymore, but since you’ve decided to take part in my classes anyway, the sentiment is still there.” “You’re never really done training, and I find your style of teaching suits me better than anyone else here has in the past couple years,” she says. “I never thought I’d end up basically joining a class full of kids, but there’s been a lot to learn! Plus, someone has to keep an eye on you for Lady Rhea, and who better for that than me?” “I understand,” the professor replies, her face as unreadable as ever. Catherine has so many questions she needs answered, but for now, they make light conversation while they drink their tea. She wants to take it slow, but it’s hard not to match the professor, finishing cup after cup until they find that the teapot is empty, the contents having been spread fairly evenly between the two of them. With the day a little over halfway over, she knows that this does not bode well for her challenge, but Catherine tries to remain confident as she and the professor say their goodbyes. Her bladder is uncomfortably full at this point, but she still tries to push it out of her mind, knowing that there is nothing to be done until she goes to Rhea’s room tonight to prove herself. She still has to worry about her training for the day, anyway. No matter how full she may be, she can’t let anything get in the way of that. Certainly she could never allow herself to skip training just to make this easier on her, nor will she give in this early just to make her training easier. Either way, it’s taking the easy way out, and Catherine has never been the sort to do things the easy way. Heading for the training grounds, she pretends not to notice the twinges she gets each time she jostles her bladder too much. No matter how uncomfortable this may be, this is nothing compared to what she’s suffered in the heat of battle. There have been times where she was pushed to her very limits, even times when she was pushed beyond her limits, pissing herself on the battlefield where there was no time for regret or humiliation. She always pressed on, regardless of her circumstances, and that is exactly what she’s going to do now. Of course, this is quite different from the battlefield, but important to her all the same. Once she’s in the training hall, she’s able to forget about her need for the time being. Swinging her sword and pushing other limits makes it easy to take her mind off of it, but from time to time, she’ll feel a sharp pang in her lower abdomen, and nearly slip up. Each time this happens, she steels herself, trying to regain control without pausing in her movements at all, or at least not for long enough to be noticeable. If this were real battle...if this were real battle...the thought plays over and over again in her mind, on a constant loop as she reminds herself the real purpose behind this training, or at least the purpose Rhea could use as an excuse for her own strange interests. Strange, perhaps even perverse, but Catherine would never dare call the archbishop perverse...and as her lover, Catherine could care less how bizarre Rhea’s tastes may be. Whatever she asks, Catherine will do, no questions asked. No task is too great, she always reminds her, eager to show just how devoted she is in comparison to anyone else, anyone who follows her simply because of the Church. But she’s letting her mind wander again, one of her only weaknesses that has come about since she and Rhea began their relationship. She’s more prone to getting distracted if she allows herself to think about Rhea for too long. Still, it’s better than letting her current predicament distract her, and any time spent fantasizing about her lover is time spent not letting the pressure in her bladder get to her. Except now she’s thinking about that instead, when she should be focusing on her training. “What’s gotten into you, Catherine?” A voice from behind her snaps her out of her thoughts. “You’re all over the place.” Pausing her work out, she turns around to see Shamir watching her. Of course, if there’s anyone who would notice the slightest of differences in her fighting style, it would be Shamir. The two of them train together and spar so often, and she is so naturally observant, that she practically has Catherine’s fighting style memorized. It makes a fight more challenging and therefore more fun, but for a moment, Catherine feels a bit of dread, imagining trying to keep up with Shamir in her current state. Shaking her head to banish that thought, she grins at the other woman. “You must be imagining things,” she says. “I’m in top form! But if you don’t believe me, you’re more than welcome to take me on and see for yourself! Just don’t go easy on me.” Rolling her eyes, Shamir says, “You’re as cocky as ever. As if I’d go easy on you. If you’re not on top of your game, that’s your problem, not mine.” “Wait, who’s being cocky, now?” Catherine teases. Egging Shamir on is never a good idea, but she can’t stop herself. Bantering like this is commonplace for them, and still Catherine has the idea in her mind that she can’t take it easy in any regard, or else she won’t truly prove herself. By now, the tea she shared with the professor is catching up to her, making it hard to stand still as she talks to Shamir. Holding this back while she spars with Shamir will be nearly impossible, she thinks, but again, she banishes the thought. It won’t be impossible, because she’s doing this for Rhea, and if this were a real battle, she would have no time to concern herself with her bladder. Shamir takes up a training sword, and Catherine is relieved that that is how she chooses to fight today. Despite having a disadvantage with Catherine’s preferred style, she occasionally chooses this to test herself, and, though she knows better than to be overconfident, having an advantage might make this easier for her. But then, as she gets into a fighting stance, ready to stand off against Shamir, she feels her legs start to tremble, and she has to steady them quickly. This has gotten much worse than she realized, and ignoring it for so long has allowed the sheer desperation to creep up on her. She winces before steeling herself, but now, there is nothing she can do to ignore the throbbing ache in her bladder as she and Shamir begin their spar. This is when she begins to panic, though she does her best not to show it on her face, and not to let it affect her fighting. It is almost the evening already, but she isn’t sure if she’ll be able to make it to the end of this fight, much less until nightfall. Each step threatens to cause her to leak, each lunge nearly causing her to lose control, and just when she thinks things can’t get any worse, a hush falls over the training hall, and even Shamir stops to see what has caused this. Normally, Catherine would take the opportunity to fight dirty- if only because she knows Shamir would do the same, were the tables turned- but when she turns to see what everyone is looking at, she is stunned. There she stands, making a rare appearance in the training hall- the archbishop, Lady Rhea herself. “Pay me no mind,” she says, nodding to Catherine and Shamir. “Please, continue. I’d love to watch how the Knights of Seiros train on their days off.” No, no, not now , Catherine thinks, her panic growing. Failing the challenge was bad enough, but to do so in front of Rhea herself, rather than just reporting the details to her later...she doesn’t know what she’s going to do. All she really can do is hope, and perhaps throw the match so that she can flee, but wouldn’t Rhea be able to tell that she was going easy on Shamir? Before she can think it through, Shamir has resumed, charging at her and giving her little time to react. It becomes a matter of choosing between this battle and the battle with her bladder, and though this fight couldn’t actually turn lethal, her survival instincts override anything else, and she jumps to the side, dodging quickly. Shamir doesn’t even give her a moment to panic when she feels a hot spurt of liquid escape, lunging at her again. But Catherine is very aware that it’s happened, and as she struggles to defend herself, she leaks again, and again, and she knows that this is it for her, and that it won’t be long before it’s obvious to everyone that this is happening to her. There is no way out of this situation. Even if she were to call for a time out, she wouldn’t have enough time, and that’s assuming Shamir would even stop, or if she would refuse to stand down. There is no way out of it, and Rhea is watching her, and she’s leaking again, and what is she going to do ? But there is nothing to do. She freezes, unable weakly blocking an attack from Shamir as the last of her control slips, her knees buckling as she begins to piss herself. She doesn’t know what to do or where to look, and remains frozen in place, seeing the realization dawn on Shamir as she stills as well, watching in shock as a puddle forms on the ground beneath Catherine. “C...Catherine?” she asks, a look of disbelief on her face. “I…” There’s nothing that Catherine can say; she stares down at the ground as the stream finally slows to a stop, her bladder still aching from the strain of holding so much for so long. She realizes that she would have failed either way, and she is overcome with shame. Finally regaining the ability to move, she turns and runs for the door, fleeing the scene. She hears Shamir calling after her, but she ignores it, hurrying to her room. All she can think about is how Rhea must have looked, surprised and perhaps even outwardly disappointed, but she was afraid to even look at her. Instead, she’s running away, so that she can hide from her humiliation and shortcomings. But once she’s alone, she doesn’t know what to do. She knows that she should clean herself up, but then what? How can she face Rhea after a display like that? How can she face anyone ? It is as she is thinking about this that she hears a knock at her door. She decides to ignore them until they go away, not in the mood to deal with anyone, but then, Rhea says, “Catherine, it’s just me. Please let me in.” It’s rare that Rhea comes to visit her, and even though she is afraid to face her after failing her challenge, Catherine opens the door anyway, not meeting her eye. Rhea lets herself in, and Catherine closes the door behind her, not sure what to say. “Shamir was worried about you, you know,” Rhea says, breaking the silence. “I smoothed things over a bit, but I’m sure I made my interest in you quite obvious when I insisted I be the one to check on you.” “I...I’m sorry you had to do that,” Catherine says. “I’m sorry I even...I was so weak , I couldn’t even last until…” Closing the distance between them, Rhea pulls her into an embrace. Catherine panics, attempting to pull back and protesting that Rhea might get dirty, but she doesn’t relent. “You have nothing to apologize for. That was quite an impressive display, you know?” “But I didn’t…” “You did just fine, Catherine. If I’m being entirely honest, I didn’t expect you to be able to last as long as you did, much less under so much pressure. You went above and beyond my expectations.” So she had never expected her to be able to fulfill the whole challenge? Catherine is simultaneously relieved that she didn’t let Rhea down, and disappointed that she couldn’t completely prove her wrong. But if Rhea is proud of her, then she has nothing to be sad about, and she finds that she doesn’t even care that she lost control with others there to witness it. Right now, only the woman holding her matters. Rhea wants to reward her for her hard work, and though Catherine isn’t sure that she deserves a reward for not making it the entire day, Rhea insists, and she can hardly refuse. They move to Rhea’s private quarters then, so that Catherine can take a bath, and she joins her, wanting to help clean her. “You did such a good job,” Rhea praises her in a gentle voice, revealing her true motive for bathing with her as she slips a finger inside of Catherine, earning a soft moan from her lover. “Such a good job, I’m so proud of you.” Always, she loves to hear Rhea praise her, and she arches her back, whimpering for more. It’s been a long and exhausting day, and this is just what she needs to relax. In the end, despite the stress, she enjoyed being able to do something like that for her lover, and she thinks she wouldn’t mind trying again someday, until she really could live up to Rhea’s expectations. But for now, she’s more than content to relax in the bath, letting Rhea take care of her for a little while.
  7. Gumball and Penny made sure that they went to the bathroom before the movie started. Knowing that it was going to be a three hour move, they had to make sure they were prepared. However, there isn’t much that they can do when it comes to waiting for that long, so even though they went to the bathroom beforehand, that doesn’t mean that they’ll be able to make it through the whole movie before they have to use the bathroom again. Not to mention the fact that they decided to get sodas and drink them throughout, which causes their bladders to begin to fill. By the time they are two hours into the movies, both realize that they’ve needed to pee for a little bit now, their bladders steadily filling as a result of their drinks. Gumball shifts in his seat, noticing that Penny does the same thing. “Maybe the soda was a bad idea,” he mutters, and she nods in agreement. Both decide to try and hold it, with only an hour left on the movie. Though it’s already getting pretty difficult, both hope that they can hold out long enough to see the rest of the movie without leaving. As the movie goes on and as their situation worsens, they begin doing whatever they can to make holding it easy on them. While they squirm in their seats, they cross their legs as well, keeping a tight hold to try to avoid any leaks. It’s hard to even focus on both the movie and holding it, but neither want to miss even a second, even if focusing is difficult now. Both are starting to get worried that they might not actually be able to hold it, but neither wants to admit it, and they just keep trying, steeling themselves. By the time another thirty minutes have passed, with only thirty minutes left in the movie, they can feel just how desperate their situation has become. Gumball finds that he cannot sit still at all, squirming and fidgeting, crossing and recrossing his legs, back and forth as he tries to fight his bladder. He is almost certain that he won’t be able to hold it until the end of the movie, but what is he going to? Even if he got up to go to the bathroom, he isn’t sure if he would be able to make it, and he’s sure that Penny is doing no better. But all he can think about is relieving himself, and he has to figure out something to do. Looking over to Penny, he points to the cup and says, “C-can I use that real quick? It’s empty, so…” “What? No way!” Penny says. “Hearing you go would make me go! Besides, that’s gross!” Both blush and look away from each other, with Gumball trying his best to hold back. When there is fifteen minutes left in the movie, Gumball feels himself spring a leak, and he panics. “Penny! Please!” he begs, not sure that he can make it even that short amount of time. “Fine!” she agrees, too panicked by her own desperation to worry about it anymore. At this point, she doesn’t even think she could make it if she were to try to walk to the bathroom, so she says, “Just don’t look at me when I go too!” Gumball is surprised, not only that Penny is willing to let him go, but even more surprised that she is going to do something like that too. She must be pretty desperate to be willing to give in just like he is going to. He agrees to her terms, and she says, “Never, ever speak of this again!” as the two of them grab their cups and prepare for it, both of them unzipping and getting into proper positions. Both let loose with sighs of relief, barely even paying attention to the movie as they are finally able to relieve themselves. It’s a wonderful feeling after waiting for so long, and their cups quickly begin to fill up as they overfull bladders empty out. But what they didn’t realize was that Darwin and Cassie are sitting in front of them, and hear the sound of liquid filling the cups. “Ew, gross!” they cry, and Gumball and Penny look up, realizing that they’re being watched. “I-I’m sorry, it was urgent!” Gumball cries, as he and Penny blush. They end up missing the end of the movie as they beg them not to tell anyone about this.
  8. I'm really into most Dom/sub sadomasochistic scenarios, where I, more often than not, take on a very submissive role. I can get really particular about it, but I guess in general, yeah! Really like being stepped on, verbally degraded, shoe licking is nice. So I'm also into formal wear and nice shoes... Incest and incest play are big ones for me. I say incest play cos I wouldnt actually do any of my relatives, but when I see it in fiction, whew lord. I like watersports as a whole, pretty much anything involving pee is right up my alley. I like age gaps a lot, I like vomit, most types of roleplay, can get pretty dark with most forms of gore, the list goes on and on. I feel like my worst is probably when I'm feeling masculine (genderfluid biologically female, feeling masc most often but it fluctuates), I like to rp scenarios in which i am "found out" by someone who proceeds to not mind, tell me I'm still a man, and fuck me senseless. Overall really soft but I still feel guilty as hell cos it seems like I'm fetishizing trans issues and I never want to do that
  9. Go somewhere that sells second hand doujins and hope to get lucky on a quest for 2D omo I guess?
  10. Being a water type gym leader, always surrounded by water, Misty knows to go to the bathroom frequently between challengers. It’s not hard to become desperate in a setting like this, after all, and she doesn’t want any embarrassing mishaps in the middle of a battle. But, the day before, there was a different sort of mishap, leaving the bathrooms in her gym out of order for the day. She’s been assured that they would be fixed quickly, so she has spent the day waiting, certain that she’ll be able to hold it just this once. It’s a pretty uneventful day with few battles, so it isn’t that big of a deal. After waiting all day, naturally she does have to pee and has for a while, but with the day almost over, she knows she can wait until it’s time to leave either way, even if the bathroom doesn’t get fixed today. She plans to check again before she leaves, but for now, she does think that she’ll be able to hold it for the remaining time. Of course, as soon as she thinks that, a challenger comes in at the last minute, just before she would stop accepting challengers for the day. She considers turning them down, but they did technically get here on time, so she decides to give them their battle, hoping that she can hold it throughout. Hopefully it will be a short battle, she thinks, and they get into the swing of things, going back and forth. However, they seem to be pretty evenly matched, and neither of them manage to cause the other’s first Pokemon to faint for some time. All the water moves just make her situation that much more urgent, and she can’t even stand still by the time she’s had to call out her second Pokemon. The battle continues to drag on, her desperation growing more and more visible as she squirms and fidgets, crossing her legs to stop herself from leaking whenever it feels like it’s becoming too much to handle. She feels like she could lose control at any moment, but she has to keep up the battle, no matter how obvious it is that she has to pee. Finally, the trainer manages to knock out her second Pokemon, and she feels guilty for how happy she is that the battle is nearly over. But by now, she isn’t sure how much longer she can wait. With just one more to go, she should be able to make it until the end, but she doesn’t really know if that’s the case or not. Her bladder aches for relief, and she can’t stand still at all, her squirming becoming so obvious that there is no way to deny what is going on with her. She feels a leak and whimpers, thinking, Not now! She can’t hold herself to stop it, but she wishes that she could, because she feels more and more leaks until she’s sure she has a small wet patch. With how obvious she’s making it, it’s no wonder that the trainer she’s facing notices it, pausing his battling for a moment to comment, “Um, Misty...do you have to pee?” Humiliated that he’s noticed but too far gone to deny it, she blushes furiously as she admits, “Badly! But I can’t leave during a battle!” He gives her a look of sympathy as he says, “Then I’ll try to make this as quick as possible!” Normally, she would take this as a further challenge, but she puts up little resistance, just wanting it to be over, and knowing that him winning is the fastest path. Though the battle is short from that point on, her bladder can only take so much, and she spends the rest of the battle with her legs tightly crossed, squirming as she fights back against leak after leak. In the end, no matter how she fights, there is only so much she can do, and there is nothing that she can do to stop the inevitable. The battle comes to an end, but just as she is recalling her last fainted Pokemon, she has reached her limit, her bladder losing the battle as well. Humiliated, she soaks through her clothes in front of the trainer, forming a puddle on the ground amongst the puddles made by all the water attacks. He stares at her as she wets herself, and by the time she’s done, she can’t stand to be around him a moment longer. She just wants to forget about all of this. “Just take your badge and leave!”
  11. Soren Fireemblem is gorgeous I love him

  12. It is her last class of the day during an ordinary day at school, when Violet first starts to feel the urge to pee. It is right as she sits down before the bell rings, when she knows that she won’t have a chance to go and make it back without being late, so she decides not to even try. After all, it’s the last class of the day, so she has nothing to worry about. She can use the bathroom right after, or even hold it until she gets home with no trouble, she tells herself, and decides to ignore it for the rest of class. And for a little while, that’s exactly what happens. For a little while, she ignores her need to pee and can almost forget it, but halfway through class, the urge returns with a vengeance, as she suddenly feels a sharp pang in her lower abdomen, remembering that she needed to pee before class. Whimpering softly, she shifts in her seat, doing her best to push it out of her mind again, but it’s too late for any of that to still work. Try as she might, it’s gotten far too bad for her to forget now. She looks over to the clock, crossing her legs and squirming in her seat as she waits for class to end. She knows now that she definitely won’t be able to wait until she gets home, but that doesn’t matter just as long as she can get to the school bathroom quick enough. She jiggles her legs, watching time tick by and waiting for class to end, her desperation growing worse and worse with each passing second. Tapping a finger on her desk, Violet bites her lip. It won’t be long until class ends, so she just has to wait until then. And finally, when she is almost at her limit, the bell rings, and she quickly gets up from her desk, hurrying to the girl’s bathroom. Soon, she will have the relief she so desperately needs...except, when she gets there, she is horrified to find that that is not the case. A few girls passing by groan and walk the other way, and it doesn’t take long for her to figure out what has them frustrated. There is a clear out of order sign on the girl’s room, with a note that everything will be fixed in time for school tomorrow. But she has to go right now! She is so panicked that she can hardly think straight, and she doesn’t know what to do. Violet tries to calm down and think through the situation rationally, but in the end, the only conclusion she can come to is using her powers to help her out of the situation. The boy’s bathroom is still open, so if she can sneak in there, then she can take care of this. With that in mind, she sneaks into a janitor’s closet to take off her clothes, since they would remain visible even when she didn’t. Once she’s naked, she turns invisible and exits the closet, hurrying to the boy’s bathroom, her bladder threatening to spill over with every step. When she gets in, she is distressed to see that the stalls are all full, but she knows that she doesn’t have another second to waste. She’s never used a urinal before, but she has a vague idea of what she needs to do, and she knows that it’s her only option. There is only one urinal open, and she stands in front of it, hoping that she can get this right. With a sigh of relief, she holds upon her folds as she lets go, so overwhelmed with relief that she doesn’t notice anything around her, not even that someone else enters the bathroom, coming up behind her at the urinal. Her crush can’t see her, so he doesn’t realize what he’s doing when he lets loose himself. Shocked, Violet loses control over her power as soon as the stream of pee hits her, and he gasps. “V-Violet?!” He isn’t able to stop himself from finishing, and she stands before him, naked and soaked by the end of it. She blushes furiously, not sure what she’s more embarrassed by, and not sure how to explain herself. “Y-you’re a…?” he asks, letting the question hang in the air. “I am,” she answers, her voice weak. “I’m sorry you had to find out like this.” She has no idea what else to do, so she simply vanishes again, saying, “Please, please don’t tell anyone about this.” “I won’t,” he agrees, looking away awkwardly even though she’s invisible. “As long as you don’t tell anyone what I just did.” With that in agreement, she slips out of the bathroom.
  13. Daphne is already not pleased about being the bait for the monster, but the gang has decided on the plan and she is stuck with her role. They have to trap the monster somehow, and it makes sense for someone to be the bait, but she hates having gotten the short end of the stick enough, without considering the rest of her situation. That is to say, she is not supposed to leave this spot, but she wasn’t told about this with any time to prepare for the situation. So even though she kind of had to pee before they decided to do this, she is now not supposed to go anywhere, not even to the bathroom. When she first realizes this, she asks Fred, “Can I please have a bathroom break first?” “There’s no time for that!” he replies, certain that the monster will be upon them at any moment, and that she needs to stay in the position for their trap to work. She is not so sure that going to the bathroom, would interfere with their plan that much, but Fred will hear none of it. So Daphne is stuck waiting until it’s over, hoping that she will be able to hold it that long. But, as time passes, it becomes harder for her to hold it, as the need becomes more and more apparent to her. She does what she can to ignore it and wait patiently for the monster, but soon she can’t sit still, squirming and fidgeting as she waits. If her friends notice or care, they don’t say anything, letting her suffer in silence, her need growing worse and worse as her bladder becomes so full that she can barely stand it. But still she has to wait, with no sign of the monster. In truth, she thinks this trap isn’t working very well, and that there might have been a better way, that would have allowed her a chance to go to the bathroom first, but she doesn’t voice that, knowing it’s a little too late to be bringing that up. She’s stuck with this terrible plan until the very end, and all she can do is hope that she doesn’t humiliate herself in the process. But an hour drags on without any sign of it, and it’s getting to the point that she really doesn’t think she’s going to be able to make it. When she’s certain that she’ll lose control, she finally decides to speak up, no longer willing to go along with this plan. But the monster rounds the corner then, after making her wait for so long. Feeling herself leak, Daphne gasps and says, “F-fred, I can’t do this, I have to pee!” “But he’s already coming this way!” Fred protests. “You can’t just abandon the plan now!” “You don’t understand, I need to pee!” she shouts, ready to go against the plan no matter what he says, but the monster is so close now that she has no choice but to spring the trap, otherwise it will come after her and she won’t be able to get away. Panicked, she does that, and the monster is captured, their plan working perfectly, but in the end, it was all too much for her. She turns to run off, but it’s already too late and there’s nothing she can do to stop herself; she stumbles as she loses control, falling to the ground, her panties exposed under her skirt as she begins to wet herself, with everyone able to see the stream of pee. When she’s done, she’s sitting in a large puddle, humiliated. And all she has to say is, “Velma gets to be the bait next time!”
  14. Ah, so, my position at my job is disappearing at the end of the month so all the part timers (myself included) are being released into the wild. I need to get some financial cushion in case it takes me some time to find a job, so I'm not adding five more slots to commissions. They will definitely take closer to a full month to complete, so bear the wait time in mind, but I would really appreciate anything! Same goes for new patrons, even just a dollar pledge helps! And spreading the word also helps, so if you've got twitter and want to retweet my posts about it, that would also be a big help!
  15. One day, when April has an interview, she tries to go to the bathroom beforehand, not wanting to be caught in any difficult situations during said interview. However, due to an attack the day before, there was damage done to the bathroom that she tries to go to, and it is currently out of order. Groaning, she tries to think of what she should do. If she looks for another one, she will likely be late to the interview, so, after hesitating for a moment, she decides that she will just try to hold it until things are done. It shouldn’t be too bad, she thinks. As she gets started, she manages to forget her need to pee for a moment, but since she is covering a lot of the damage done the day before, that means she gets to see a lot of destruction in the city. Most importantly, there is a broken fire hydrant, something that she was not aware of beforehand. And, being near the spray of that definitely reminds her very quickly of her need, and makes it difficult to push it out of her mind as it steadily grows worse. But she has work to do, so she has to try to ignore it no matter how difficult it may be. Filming has begun and she has to remain professional and keep any traces of her urge at bay. She isn’t able to completely block out the sound of the fire hydrant, though, and the sound makes her have to go even worse, making it hard for her to do the interview without thinking about how bad it is. If she doesn’t get this over with soon, then she won’t be able to stop herself from wetting herself on live TV, and that would ruin her if it were to happen. Soon, she begins squirming in place, crossing her legs, and making it more obvious that she has to go. She doesn’t want to show it like this, but if she doesn’t do something, she knows that she’ll lose control, and that would be far worse. Her legs are shaking as her full bladder aches for relief, allowing her no chance to rest. If she relaxes even a little bit, she knows that it will all be over for her. No matter what, she knows she has to make it until her time live is over, anything after that doesn’t matter to her. The water from the broken fire hydrant torments her as she goes about the broadcast, until she feels like she is absolutely at her limit. Still, she continues to fight, refusing to give in until it’s over, willing to do whatever it takes to not humiliate herself while the camera is still rolling. Trembling with her need, she knows that it is going to start to become obvious to her viewers that she is desperate, but fortunately for her, she is finally at a point where she can wrap up the interview and switch to previously captured footage, giving her just enough time to relieve herself. With that in mind, she says what she needs to do get the interview done, and then, once she’s gotten rid of the person, she turns to the camera man, giving him the signal to cut to the prerecorded footage just for this occasion. “Is it off?” she asks, after a moment, and the camera man nods, saying, “I think so.” “Alright, thank goodness,” she says, knowing that she is just barely holding on at this point. She won’t be able to make it anywhere else, but she sees a water bottle that she doesn’t mind using, so desperate is she. Telling her crew to turn around, she takes the bottle and gets her pants down, getting into position just in the nick of time. She closes her eyes and lets go with a sigh, quickly filling the bottle as she empties her bladder. For a moment, she loses herself in her relief, but then she opens her eyes, realizing that the cameraman had set the camera down before turning around. This wouldn’t be a problem except for the fact that there is a light flickering on the camera… “Is that still recording?!” she screams, dread washing over her. The cameraman turns around to check it, getting a glimpse of her as she finishes peeing, as he struggles to get it to turn off for good this time. It’s already too late, as she wasn’t able to stop, and he couldn’t turn it off until it was done. While she is busy freaking out over the fact that it was all broadcasted, she gets a call from her manager, shouting, “I can’t believe you did that!” “Me neither,” she groans, knowing she will never be able to live this down.
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