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    Rvlis reacted to amaron32 in Thisvid request general thread   
    girl b - Desperate Panty Poop.mp4
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    Rvlis reacted to Rocket_Leafeon in Rocket_Leafeon's art thread   
    poor kitty, he didn't have a spare to change in and he just couldn't hold it till he got home
     
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    Rvlis reacted to Inktail in Furry Omorashi   
    Seems Vesper's just about managed to get to his event with his pride intact. Unfortunately for him he's already been recognised, and talking important business agreements isn't the easiest when you're busting.
    (Not sure why the previous post's attachment didn't work, so I'm re-including it here)
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    Rvlis reacted to Inktail in Furry Omorashi   
    Vesper was having a lovely time sampling the cocktails he'd insisted on picking up en route to his latest party. A couple of glasses in, though, a little inconvenience started nagging away - and fifteen minutes of sipping later it had become urgent enough for him to pipe up.
    They were almost there, right?
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    Rvlis reacted to Inktail in Furry Omorashi   
    Another piece not drawn by me, but one I commissioned from Very Loud Opossum: https://twitter.com/veryloudopossum
    Feyn has very little shame, even if he has an audience. This pit stop with a full bladder may well have been self-inflicted.

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    Rvlis reacted to Inktail in Furry Omorashi   
    Double trouble today! I recently redid an old piece from my uni days, and realised I hadn't even uploaded the original here! So you get both.


    Poor Lex is having terrible luck with public bathrooms.
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    Rvlis reacted to PPP in Omovember 2021 Prompts List!   
    I realize it may be a little late, but I've completed my prompt list for Omovember 2021. I won't be attempting to do them all this year, but I figured I'd make a full list for anyone who wants to. I mostly took inspiration from three tumblrs (linked below), and added a few of my own, my main goal being to not have too many repeats from last year. Hope you like the list! Here you go:
    At a party/drunk
    Peeing while someone watches
    On public transportation
    Assisted peeing
    Holding/peeing contest
    Almost made it
    Interrupted while going/about to go
    Public pool/water park
    While tied up
    In the rain
    Scared/surprised into wetting
    In a movie theater
    Peeing lesson/demonstration
    On the phone
    While on a date
    And there was only one toilet!
    On someone’s lap
    Caught peeing in a strange location
    In front of a crush
    Too stubborn to admit it
    Costume party/cosplay
    Peeing from a high-up place
    Wetting skintight clothes
    In a container
    Wetting on purpose
    In a uniform/formal clothes
    Body swap/dressed as the opposite sex
    While undercover
    In a school uniform
    Free choice!
    And here are the tumblrs, in case you want to use some of the ones I didn't.
    https://smolsquidomo.tumblr.com/post/662494431329583104/omovember-2021?is_liked_post=1
    https://www.tumbral.com/blog/omovember202x
    https://omowritingprompts.tumblr.com/post/664134358300606464/whats-up-everyone-the-brainstorming-is-over-and#notes
     
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    Rvlis got a reaction from Big Girl Stacy in Which do you find more appealing?   
    I think it depends on what mood I'm in; Diapers in general are very good, but Pull-ups give off that vibe of "trying, but failing" that can be very fun >u>
    A diaper gives the impression an accident is inevitable and going to happen eventually anyway, but a Pull-up could mean a little more; That they'll feel the urge to go, and they'll squirm and fidget and potty-dance their way to a bathroom, before either losing the struggle, or giving into their needs and just going in their pants~
    Of course, that's just how I see diapers and pull-ups ^_^;
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    Rvlis reacted to Dimwitrolo in Spooky stories before bed   
    Do you like spooky stories?
    I do. But in the same way I like spicy food, I know that there are risks.
    Sometimes I get so involved in reading horror stories I manage to actually spook myself - you know the feeling? When you're worried that, at any moment, something scary's gonna happen?
    Well - I managed to induce that in myself tonight. I'd been up until...about 3am I think? Just reading horror stories online. A couple creepy-pastas, some urban legends, watched some horror videos - in fact I've really dived into that whole analogue horror thing. You know the type, with VCRs and old TV recordings.
    The video that seemed to spook me most was Local58's video, Weather Service.
    It's really well done - and if you like horror, I fully recommend it - the whole channel really.
    I'd watched it right before noticing that it was already 3am on a sunday night - right before a 9am lecture the next day.
    Lying here now in bed, I'm sort of realising that horror's not the best idea - especially on a rainy night. Alone. In a relatively new flat.
    That line - DO NOT LOOK AT THE MOON.
    That gave me chills the second I saw it. I knew then that I might have overdone it on the horror for the night. And now...I need the loo.
    Before getting into bed I'd closed the curtains, and I'm a little embarassed to say I made a point of not looking at the moon again. I knew it was a full moon too, as if it needed to be any spookier. Though by this time I'm sure you wouldn't be able to see it, it's raining gently outside.
    Now, lying in bed and hoping I can get some amount of sleep before class and facing away from the window (Yes I know, I'm a wuss, thank you), I'm realising that I shouldn't have had so much tea.
    Don't tell me tea will keep me awake by the way - it doesn't. I don't know why, but it never has. Hell, too much of it makes me tired.
    It might be warm in bed, but I don't feel too comfortable. Not just my increasingly noticeable bladder, but mentally too. Noises are making me jump - the wind, my flatmate in the kitchen, people in the street, or that cursed railway just outside. I'd - and don't tell anyone this - I'd made a literal yelping sound when a freight train had gone past barely minutes ago, and I'd pulled the covers up just a little closer to my nose.
    Perhaps I should have left the light on - it's a lot scarier in the dark. There's...something ghostly by my door. Am I seeing things or...oh no, that's just my coat. I don't usually leave that there.
    But then I also don't usually get this spooked either.
    My bladder's become an issue though...It's full.
    Not just a bit full, but I'm lying in bed, one hand holding the blanket to my face, the other one wedged between my legs, squashed between the fabric of my PJ shorts. I'm twisting my hips under the covers, trying to make myself more comfortable, trying to deny how bad it is. I can make it to the morning, I'm sure - I just need to fall asleep. I've never wet the bed before, and I'm not going to start now. I hope.
    Or I should say - I've never wet the bed in my sleep. No I will not be going into detail.
    But...lying here right now? I know I won't be able to get to sleep. I have to use the toilet, and it's getting worse. Normally lying down makes it a bit easier. And besides, I've got to bed with a fairly full bladder a number of times. The bathroom's only outside my door anyway, and there's a spare one upstairs. One time, before I'd moved to the flat for university - back home in other words - I'd managed to make it through the whole night after going to sleep with a decently full bladder. I'd woke up the next morning - I think because of how bad I had to pee, because it was earlier than I usually wake up - then tried making it to the toilet. After, you know, spending a good ten minutes on twitter. I did have to get out of bed because of how bad it was...but then my brother had been in the shower, we didn't have a second bathroom...I panicked, went back into my room.
    And then by the time he'd got out, I didn't need to use the toilet any more. Instead I needed to use the washing machine and some carpet cleaner.
    I...really should get up and pee. I can feel the solid lump of bladder with my wrist - I'm having to be careful how I hold myself. My hand is pushed into my body with my arm at an awkward angle cause if I bash it against my belly - Ow! Yeah, like that - I know it's just gonna get worse.
    And...it's getting worse. Every minute, it gets worse. The pressure inside, like a whole ocean being held back by a shaky dam. The bathroom's only out side, like I say, but...
    I can't get out of bed! I can't - I'm...spooked. Too scared. Don't laugh!
    Every noise is putting me on edge, my eyes are darting around, trying to find the source each time. After the initial jump, I can usually tell what it was - maybe the drier in the kitchen (I don't know who does laundry at 3am. Strike that. I have done and will probably do so again), or the outside world, or...that one's another train. You should hear it with the window open...
    I did try getting out of bed. I'd slid one leg out from the covers...only to retract it when I heard some other noise. And my leg got cold. Also...because I was too scared to put it on the floor. What if the boogyman grabbed it!?
    Yeah - I know there won't really be one...but my mind keeps going 'but what if there is? Or if there's someone in the hallway? Or - worst of all - what if there are spiders!'
    Just the thought makes me screw my eyes up and snuggle down deeper into the covers...but once I get still again all I can feel is my bladder. Well, that and scared. But...mostly my bladder now, I have to be honest.
    There's no way I'll be getting to sleep moving around like this - my legs are writhing under the covers in a pedalling like I'm on some desperate unicycle. I can't bring my legs up too high though - the pressure just gets worse. I'm starting to hurt my hand from the pressure exerted by each thigh, pushing my fingers inward. I tried putting my hand in a fist, but it doesn't hold as well - you know? No, right now I need all my fingers on the front line...cause I think I'm gonna lose this battle.
    It's really starting to get to be too much though...I can feel sweat beads forming on my head, and I can hardly breath normally and...oh no. I just felt...you know those shivers you get? Like when you really have to go? Those shivers are usually my wake up call if I'm playing a game, or reading something - they mean I have mere minutes to get up and to a toilet. They mean that using the toilet will feel great - but they mean I have...minutes maybe.
    I let out an unintentional moan. It's too hard to hold it, I have to get up and go!
    Again, my leg slides from under the covers and into the cold night air. The sound of rain against the window glass is becoming increasingly loud...just like...in the movies. Oh god. I can't do it - I can't get out of bed! It's always on rainy nights that something really scary happens! My mind flashes back to the videos I'd watched earlier that day. The image of Nature's Mockery - a sort of monster from the youtube channel Gemini - flashed through my mind. The long tendrils...the unnatural movements...the noises.
    What if there was one outside?
    My leg slides back under the pillows, and it's like my bladder knew there and then that I wasn't getting up. A second shiver - something I don't often feel - something I'd felt when my brother was in the shower. It really was now or never. I can feel my bladder even now - it's like the contents are getting ready to move. I can feel it pulsing slightly...I can feel it sticking out in my belly. I know if I looked down I'd even be able to see it - but I daren't move the covers too much, in case I make myself too visible...I really need to stop watching horror before bed!
    It's getting too much now. The sweat is running off my forehead in beads and onto my pillow. I'm whimpering audibly, and I can hardly move my legs any more than rhythmically tensing my thighs and hoping...Oh no.
    The first...leak. It seeps out of me and I can feel it immediately on my fingers. The fabric of my shorts changes texture and warms up suddenly. A bead of...I don't want to admit it - A bead of urine runs down my cheek and onto the matress. I moan again, clenching the blanket with my free hand. I have to get up now, I have to get out of bed now. But...I can't.
    I gaze longingly at the door - worried that it could open at any second. I - OH GOD WHAT WAS THAT NOISE
    It...It's my flatmate going back into their room. My body ran cold the second I heard his door opening - there's no way I can get out of bed!
    But...If I don't...
    Another bead has escaped me, following the same path as the first. Again I feel it push through between my middle and index finger, coating them with a short-lived warmth that then trails onto my matress. Now I can feel the texture of the matress beneath my backside. It's infinitely harder to hold now - my body's already begun to weaken, the dam holding the river back is beginning to crack...and I can't stop breathing so loudly! Each breath comes with it's own little moan - even biting into the blanket isn't helping now. I screw my eyes up tighter than ever and prepare for the inevitable...But I won't be letting it go. No, I'll hold to the last moment. My last stand against -
    T-that!
    I hear a high-pitched squeak come out my mouth as my bladder just...tenses! It's doing it's own thing now! I-I-I didn't tell it to do that!
    It's - It's doing it again! Oh no, oh no no no...
    Hng!
    Something warm spurts out of me. The rain outside begins to die down a little now, but the rain inside...it's just beginning. It's just one...spurt - but it feels like so much more. My shorts immediately heat up and begin to cling to my skin between my legs. The tiny wet patch of matress feels suddenly warmer and larger...and I felt the whole spurt just go through my fingers like I was washing my hands.
    And then the rain stops.
    It falls silent, aside from my shallow and rapid breathing, accompanied by the occasional moan. Once again I can feel my bladder getting ready to pulse, and then -
    No! I - Stop it!
    It's not stopping! No no NO NO NO NONONO!
    Pee begins erupting out of me - erratically surging and dropping in pressure as I fight back with every inch of strength I can muster up. Without the rain I can hear the hiss, hear the trickle! I can feel the jet as it surges into my palm through the fabric of my shorts. Each breath I draw in sees the stream surge in strength, as if the air entering my lungs is pushing directly onto my bladder! I have to stop it! I have to hold it! I push my fingers against myself and strain my muscles to hold back!
    And...it works! The stream stops. The air falls silent again. I can feel tears lining the bottom of my eyes...and a different warm fluid coating my hand. I draw one leg up and hear my shorts squish. For a brief moment...it's fine.
    I'm wide awake now, eyes staring dead ahead at my door. If I get up now it won't be too bad, right? A little wet spot on my shorts, a little wet spot on the bed...and my flatmate seems to have gone quiet. The drier's still rumbling in the kitchen down the hallway, mind you. I...I think that's making it so much more unsettling.
    Dorcelessness? Why has that word come into my - oh. It was another video - Thalasin - striking my memory at the worst time possible...the sunken face, the fact the music had stopped in the video once the image had come up...I can't shake the feeling I'll walk into...that...outside my room. What if I opened the door and he was just stood there!? Or worse - the Loric face? That slit of a mouth... I couldn't get up now. I was too shook. At least I was safe and warm in bed...but my bladder tinged again and I knew it was about to get a whole lot warmer.
    What else could I do now? I knew I couldn't make it through the night (evidenced by my warm, warm fingers), but at the same time, I couldn't even bring myself to get out of bed. I have to find another solution - and quickly, before my bladder realises I'm ignoring it's warnings. I dart my eyes around the room, looking for something - anything - to use as...an emergency receptical....a toilet.
    Maybe I should have left a gap in the curtains - just enough to let in the moonlight in - No way! That video told me not to even look at it! Sure, I know it's fiction but right now I'm too scared to not consider the possibility that it's real! No - I strain my eyes harder and look for something.
    My teacup? Nah, too small - and I drink out of that.
    My teapot? Nah, I drink out of that too.
    There's...a red bull can on the floor. One of the large ones too - I've found my saviour! Ack!
    No! Not now! My bladder's pulsing again - I've identified a 'toilet' - just hold a second or two more!
    ...It's like it heard me. It stops pulsing. I open my eyes again and lock them on the can. It's just across my room, on the floor beneath my chair - don't judge, your room's probably a mess too. I just need to get up and get it.
    Just...gotta do that.
    Just get out of bed.
    Why...why am I not doing that?
    The sound of wind outside breaks the relative silence and makes me freeze up entirely - ceasing the jiggling that my whole body appears to be engaged in. The wet patch on the matress is starting to cool now too, though my clenched thighs and hand are keeping my shorts warm. My bladder seems to pick up on my sudden fear and refusal to move...and I can feel it getting ready to squeeze again.
    I...I know what's coming. I look over to the can longingly once more, then gently shut my eyes and take a deep breath. I'm going down fighting.
    The first pulse. I moan a little as my muscles begin to move of their own accord. I manage to hold it back, but I can already feel the second on the way. My eyes begin to clench tighter and I push my fingers more firmly against myself. The second pulse is coming...coming...It's here! Another moan breaks through the silence, and this time my fingers warm up once again. I can feel my inner muscles making the familiar movements that would normally occur on a plastic seat over a porcelain bowl and with intent...but right now there's no intent - only protest. And yet the muscles are still trying.
    The second pulse ends and I whimper again, biting onto my blanket. The third's already on it's way...I can feel it comING!
    I hear myself whimper - loudly this time! But more importantly - I feel a hot surge of liquid erupt through my fingers! T-this pulse isn't dying down either, in fact it's - !!!!
    It's getting worse!
    A sharp hissing breaks the silence - now continuously - as my bladder becomes it's own master and begins to empty itself with fury! It feels like a tap on full blast into my open palm, pushing pee through my fingers, through my shorts, down my thighs and...into my matress. A sort of 'eeeeeeeep' sound comes out my face as I try fruitlessly to stop the actual jet of warmth currently pushing into my palm...But it's no use now.
    I try to open my eyes, just in time for my back to take a humungous shiver of relief as I lose all control over my bladder. Pee is now just pouring out of me and into my bed. I can feel it's warmth coursing over my buttocks and soaking into the matress below with a very audible trickling sound. My whimpers begin to slow and become more like sighs as I let my bladder do it's thing, letting my legs and hand go limp as fresh urine washes over them. With my nose under the blanket, I can already smell the steam dispersing. It's not too strong - I'm well hydrated. Part of the problem, I suppose.
    I let my hand fall away from my groin and into the puddle now blossoming around my hips. The side of my shorts has soaked up pee like it was a sponge, and now I can feel it spreading upwards and soaking into my pumpkin pattern tee-shirt. Pee is cascading down my legs still, carving a consistent path behind me and over my backside - or more accurately, half of my backside. The contrast is...noticeable, to say the least. The puddle is growing fast around me, I can feel it's surface rising and spreading - first my hips were immersed, then slowly upwards and downwards. Going upwards I feel it soaking my back, reaching up higher and higher until I feel the warmth around my ribcage and elbow. The hand once holding it all back was slowly being swallowed whole as the puddle begins rising above my fingers, submerging the tips entirely. Going downward is of course my thigh, gradually soaking it further down until my knee touches the wet, warm surface. Even before it did though, I could feel the steam underneath the blanket swirling around - warming not just my sides, but my belly, my other leg, and soon my whole body below the neck.
    The rain picks up again and the trickling becomes less noticeable...I draw my hand out of the puddle and it joins the other, holding my blanket to my face. It - unsurprisingly - smells like pee. Which is still pouring out of my body and showing no signs of slowing down. Having a large bladder - sometimes it's a pain. Rarely, but sometimes. Right now, for example, I know that it's going to - wait, no it's already there. I can feel my hair pull ever so slightly as it begins to soak in...pee. My ginger curls take to the puddle like they were trying to drink it. I can feel beneath my shoulder - as the puddle begins to reach even that far - My usually wavy hair getting warm and losing their usual volume.
    I've stopped moaning by now - the shock and relief have worn off a little. The initial surge of relief had hit me like a brick on the head. The warm shiver up my back had left a fuzzy, warm feeling throughout my body. That feeling was being replaced now by a more literal warmth - though only on one side. Even having regained my senses though, I'm not going to make any effort to stop. Afterall, the matress is already...you know. Soaked. Like the person in it. The wind outside picks up again...and I can't help but feeling, even with pee still coursing out of my body, that I made the right choice. The rock that was once my bladder is soft once again, but by no means is it near empty.

    I open my eyes and look forward, deliberately choosing now to continue emptying my bladder. The soft trickle beneath the blankets is...surprisingly relaxing, and I'm starting to feel sleepy. Although that could be where I'm exhausted from holding in the ocean that is now soaking up into my pillow. I have to move my head up a little to keep it off my chin. The rain outside is getting stronger and stronger...and...I don't know how to explain this - it's really, really cosy. Not just the rain...the...well all of it.
    The relief that swamped over me, the hot puddle that's still lapping against my skin and jammies as it continues to grow in all directions. The rain outside - already a cosy thing to me usually - is just making me...so.......happy?
    Happy. It's....sooooooooooo nice. Wow. Warm.
    It's still going, a-hah...Weaker now, a little - what was that sound?
    Oh no...There's...not enough bed. For my puddle. It's, uh, pouring over the edge...onto the carpet. I can hear it pitter-pattering...now streaming a little. I just hope I left my shoes away from the end of the bed. I stretch out one leg - the one already in the puddle - to try and feel how far downward the puddle's gone. No use - my foot's already wet - I'm probably just making footprints on the bottom.
    It's...a bit gross. To think that it's pee that I'm lying in, especially because...I'm, uh...so comfy. I shouldn't feel this relaxed, right? I feel like I've had a back rub - I feel relaxed and at ease, like all the stress is melting away. Or, I suppose pouring out. A clap of thunder rips into the night silence...and I hardly even react. I simply...feel great.
    All the fear in my body must have escaped with the pee - because I feel at ease now. My bladder's begining to slow down now - the stream had been going directly against the fabric of my shorts (except for a break-away stream I could feel cascading against the bottom of my, er, bottom). Now it was tickling me as it poured directly onto my inner-thigh...and now it's stopped, merely trickling out of me. I can feel a lazy grin carving it's way across my face. I can't tell if my face is getting warm because I'm blushing or if there's just steam wafting over it. I...I don't really care, to be honest.
    The little trickle has come to an end, and now the puddle is beginning to seep into the matress, lowering the water-level. I can immediately feel the skin get colder as the pee drains away and into the matress beneath me. I let out a very, very contented sigh. I'm almost disapointed now that it's over. I relax my whole body and sink into the matress - it's fabric coming to greet my wet skin like a kiss.
    Heeh, a ha. Man. I pull my blanket against my breast - not my chin like before. The fear's gone and only comfort remains. Just...don't think about it being...you know, pee. Bodily waste. Gross, yeah - don't think about that. Just enjoy the warmth.
    Haaah...
    I let my still wet hand back under the blanket and it finds it's way between my legs again. I bite my lip gently and...tell my bladder to push. The warmth rushes back to greet my fingers once more for a few seconds, like a kiss goodbye from that comfy, comfy experience. My shorts wash over warm once again and I giggle. It's sooooooo comfy in this bed now...I just want to...push my fingers against my shorts. And rub...just a little. Mmm, yeah - that's....nice....
    *                          *                           *
    I know where you think that's going. Sorry to disapoint - but I was just too comfy to carry that out. Before I'd built up any effort I found myself passed out. When I woke up my hand was inside my shorts, still damp but far colder than I remembered. What had been so cosy the night before had become quite chilly now, save where my body had been lying still and keeping the heat. The morning light that was being cast through my thin curtains was glistening against my whole body when I threw off the blanket - which hadn't escaped un-wetted either.
    Luckily the fear that had kept me in bed had gone now. In fact I felt a bit silly. I sat myself up, cross legged, and admired the sheer size of the wet patch I'd...semi deliberately left on my bed. It was cast almost top to bottom - over the bottom, never quite reaching beyond my pillow. My still wet hair clung to my neck and back. My shorts were clinging to my skin - my shirt too clung to one half of me like a hug that goes on too long. The smell...wasn't so bad as I expected it to be. Almost pleasant in it's mildness - yeah it's weird, shut up.
    At least I didn't need to pee when I woke up like most mornings.
    No, I was going to choose to do that this time.
    I don't know why I chose to go in the bed again...
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    Rvlis got a reaction from Dunney in The World's Your Potty - A silly idea I had about omo/petplay/bathroom control   
    First and foremost, This is my first time actually utilizing aspects of this site that aren't art-related, so if this kind of topic isn't allowed or should be relocated please let me know, thank you! ^u^
    Anyway, a while back a friend and I were discussing his plans for an opportunity to have the house to himself for an extensive period of time, and considering he was very into bathroom stuff and petplay, I made a set of "guidelines" for him to follow! Because of life-reasons, he never got the chance to utilize them, but I figured other folks might find 'em fun~
     
    1.  No toilet, period.
    Simply put, you're not allowed to do your business in the toilet what-so-ever; If for whatever reason you're out of the house and gotta go potty, you must hold it till you get home, or find a spot to relieve yourself that isn't a toilet. (ex: Bushes, Planters, Your pants, etc.)
     
    2. When you gotta go, you gotta GO
    When a noticeable urge to go potty hits, You must relieve yourself immediately, otherwise you've got 30-60 seconds (Depending on personal preference, or if playing pet/master, master's preference) to decide where and how you're gonna go. When the time expires, you MUST go, regardless of whether you've made it to your destination or not~
     
    3. Recordings or similar
    If you desire to share your experiences, getting cameras/recordings ready are not part of the time limit. (If playing pet/master, they can handle recordings/photos if both parties are comfortable in that regard)
     
    Anyway, that should be it, not an extensive list, but enough to hopefully have been fun. If anyone decides they wanna try it themselves I'd love to know how it goes and how I can improve these guidelines for the future~ ;3c
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    Rvlis got a reaction from wrong-Nox in The World's Your Potty - A silly idea I had about omo/petplay/bathroom control   
    First and foremost, This is my first time actually utilizing aspects of this site that aren't art-related, so if this kind of topic isn't allowed or should be relocated please let me know, thank you! ^u^
    Anyway, a while back a friend and I were discussing his plans for an opportunity to have the house to himself for an extensive period of time, and considering he was very into bathroom stuff and petplay, I made a set of "guidelines" for him to follow! Because of life-reasons, he never got the chance to utilize them, but I figured other folks might find 'em fun~
     
    1.  No toilet, period.
    Simply put, you're not allowed to do your business in the toilet what-so-ever; If for whatever reason you're out of the house and gotta go potty, you must hold it till you get home, or find a spot to relieve yourself that isn't a toilet. (ex: Bushes, Planters, Your pants, etc.)
     
    2. When you gotta go, you gotta GO
    When a noticeable urge to go potty hits, You must relieve yourself immediately, otherwise you've got 30-60 seconds (Depending on personal preference, or if playing pet/master, master's preference) to decide where and how you're gonna go. When the time expires, you MUST go, regardless of whether you've made it to your destination or not~
     
    3. Recordings or similar
    If you desire to share your experiences, getting cameras/recordings ready are not part of the time limit. (If playing pet/master, they can handle recordings/photos if both parties are comfortable in that regard)
     
    Anyway, that should be it, not an extensive list, but enough to hopefully have been fun. If anyone decides they wanna try it themselves I'd love to know how it goes and how I can improve these guidelines for the future~ ;3c
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    Rvlis got a reaction from Rajnish94 in The World's Your Potty - A silly idea I had about omo/petplay/bathroom control   
    First and foremost, This is my first time actually utilizing aspects of this site that aren't art-related, so if this kind of topic isn't allowed or should be relocated please let me know, thank you! ^u^
    Anyway, a while back a friend and I were discussing his plans for an opportunity to have the house to himself for an extensive period of time, and considering he was very into bathroom stuff and petplay, I made a set of "guidelines" for him to follow! Because of life-reasons, he never got the chance to utilize them, but I figured other folks might find 'em fun~
     
    1.  No toilet, period.
    Simply put, you're not allowed to do your business in the toilet what-so-ever; If for whatever reason you're out of the house and gotta go potty, you must hold it till you get home, or find a spot to relieve yourself that isn't a toilet. (ex: Bushes, Planters, Your pants, etc.)
     
    2. When you gotta go, you gotta GO
    When a noticeable urge to go potty hits, You must relieve yourself immediately, otherwise you've got 30-60 seconds (Depending on personal preference, or if playing pet/master, master's preference) to decide where and how you're gonna go. When the time expires, you MUST go, regardless of whether you've made it to your destination or not~
     
    3. Recordings or similar
    If you desire to share your experiences, getting cameras/recordings ready are not part of the time limit. (If playing pet/master, they can handle recordings/photos if both parties are comfortable in that regard)
     
    Anyway, that should be it, not an extensive list, but enough to hopefully have been fun. If anyone decides they wanna try it themselves I'd love to know how it goes and how I can improve these guidelines for the future~ ;3c
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    Rvlis got a reaction from Nothern Star in The World's Your Potty - A silly idea I had about omo/petplay/bathroom control   
    First and foremost, This is my first time actually utilizing aspects of this site that aren't art-related, so if this kind of topic isn't allowed or should be relocated please let me know, thank you! ^u^
    Anyway, a while back a friend and I were discussing his plans for an opportunity to have the house to himself for an extensive period of time, and considering he was very into bathroom stuff and petplay, I made a set of "guidelines" for him to follow! Because of life-reasons, he never got the chance to utilize them, but I figured other folks might find 'em fun~
     
    1.  No toilet, period.
    Simply put, you're not allowed to do your business in the toilet what-so-ever; If for whatever reason you're out of the house and gotta go potty, you must hold it till you get home, or find a spot to relieve yourself that isn't a toilet. (ex: Bushes, Planters, Your pants, etc.)
     
    2. When you gotta go, you gotta GO
    When a noticeable urge to go potty hits, You must relieve yourself immediately, otherwise you've got 30-60 seconds (Depending on personal preference, or if playing pet/master, master's preference) to decide where and how you're gonna go. When the time expires, you MUST go, regardless of whether you've made it to your destination or not~
     
    3. Recordings or similar
    If you desire to share your experiences, getting cameras/recordings ready are not part of the time limit. (If playing pet/master, they can handle recordings/photos if both parties are comfortable in that regard)
     
    Anyway, that should be it, not an extensive list, but enough to hopefully have been fun. If anyone decides they wanna try it themselves I'd love to know how it goes and how I can improve these guidelines for the future~ ;3c
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    Rvlis reacted to Captain L in Marking Her Territory (Animal Crossing)   
    Author's note: Yes, this is hinting at a Digby story, one I already wrote. You can find it here if you prefer male omorashi.
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    The town of Waifus, a small, peaceful village, only accessible by train or boat. It was calm and soothing to look at, but the residents were still unknown. After all, Isabelle had only just moved to this town with her brother Digby, she didn't have the chance to meet the citizens, especially with her new job keeping her busy. As soon as she got off the train, the elderly mayor Tortimer offered her the position of his secretary, while seemingly thinking she was someone else. Still, it made the employment hunt a lot easier, and it was work she was suited for.
    Unfortunately, it was very much busy work, in both senses of the term. It was a lot of tedious small projects, things like reading through citizen comments, keeping the flyers on the announcement board current, organizing all the zoning regulations and ordinances, very dull tasks. And very prolonged ones as well, ones that kept her at her post at town hall, oblivious to the passing of time.
    However, she was still canine, which meant she had one nagging feeling always ready to bring her to her senses. “Mmgh,” she quietly groaned as she shuffled through the papers on her desk. “Perhaps I had a little too much to drink this morning.” She scraped her paws over the wood-paneled floor, pressing her legs together and rubbing them against each other, the friction of the opposing fur heating her thighs.
    There was no doubt in her mind, Isabelle needed to pee, and one quick glance at the clock hanging on the wall behind her told exactly why. “Wow, it's already 2 in the afternoon?” Last time she had seen the time, it was 11 in the morning, which meant she had worked through her usual lunch break, when she would usually take the time to use the restroom. “Well, I suppose now's the time.” She stood up from her chair, stretching her body with arms in the air. Her stomach growled, reminding her of her hunger, but that was a second priority at the moment. She faced a small door on the left side of the room, housing the toilet, eagerly walking over to relieve herself.
    About halfway to her destination, the main door into town hall opened, drawing Isabelle's attention and halting her movement. She couldn't just leave one of the town's residents waiting while she did her business, so it would have to wait for now. And she'd need to wait for a while, as the arrival was a slow one. The mayor Tortimer hobbled in, his cane clicking as it hit the floor with each step, incredibly sluggish due to his species and age. Isabelle breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't require her attention, and wouldn't be an obstacle.
    At least, that's what she thought. “Oh, Isabelle! Good timing, I have a task for you!”
    “What is it, Mayor?” Already, Isabelle's pee break was forgotten, a request from the mayor was much more important.
    “See, I got a letter from the safety bureau, claiming that we need a fire hydrant in our town. So I'll need you to scout around and find the best place to have it constructed.”
    “A letter? I don't remember seeing a letter like that.”
    “Yes, I received it last year. The inspector will be coming next week, and it'll need to be built by then. I may have been expected to act sooner, but this old brain forgets a lot! Heh heh horf,” Tortimer chortled, descending into a cough. “We could be facing a large fine if we don't have that hydrant, so you ought to skedaddle.”
    Isabelle looked between the mayor and the toilet door multiple times, her mouth shifting into a teeth-clenching grimace. She really needed to pee, and visiting the bathroom now would eliminate that specific worry. But the mayor had specifically said she needed to make haste, taking her break would be a blatant act of disobedience. And if the little doggy was anything, it was obedient. With that realization, the doubt washed from her mind, and she steeled herself for the task at paw. “You can count on me, Mayor!” She ran out the town hall door, eager to get her job done, and fast.
    ---------------
    “Uhn,” Isabelle complained, gripping her clipboard in one paw as the other pressed down on the front of her skirt. She was quickly beginning to realize that neglecting that bathroom visit was unwise, and the desire was only growing more and more painful as time passed. And she was still scouring the town, looking for a suitable place for the public works project. The possibility that she might not last long enough was large enough to be worrying now.
    Of course, the thought had long occurred to her to go back to town hall for a quick minute, but what would that mean for her? It would mean she wasn't competent enough to do her job without having to run for the toilet with her tail between her legs. She had just started this position, now was not the time to admit defeat.
    It wasn't an aversion to using any bathroom, but if she wouldn't use town hall's, what other options did she have? Her and Digby's house wasn't actually in Waifus, hence her habit of curling up in the corner and sleeping under her desk, so that absolutely wasn't an option. And all that isolation left her no time to become friendly with the residents of all the houses she could see around her, she wasn't about to introduce herself dancing at their doorstep.
    As Isabelle carefully looked around, something beyond all the houses suddenly caught her eye: the abundance of trees. While she had never done it herself, she had heard the stories of using trees as a spot for an emergency pee, stories that were resurfacing and prodding in the face of her current need. She was ashamed to admit, she gave more thought to the idea of using a tree than anything before. If only she could do it without being seen, no one would have to think any less of her.
    Problem was, it all hinged on that condition of being unseen. Waifus was small, with over a dozen homes in close proximity, and all but four were occupied. And, from her current vantage point, none of the houses had their lights on, meaning their owners were out and about. Chances were high she'd get caught doing that gross, immoral, and illegal act. She'd never hear the end of it, and that was the best case scenario. It wasn't worth the risk.
    “Hm? Hey, that's a face I haven't seen much of!” Hearing that shout, Isabelle froze, the only motion she could make was moving her paws off her crotch, to not appear desperate to whoever had placed their attention on her. She couldn't even immediately turn her head to face them, needing to wait for a couple more seconds to pass before she could loosen up enough to do so.
    She finally got the source of the yell in sight, but even then, she didn't know who she was talking to right away. He was an eagle, a blue hue to his feathers, she knew she had seen him before, but she just couldn't place his identity yet. Being distracted was certainly not helping matters. Thankfully, he spoke before she was put on the spot, closing the distance between them. “I know I was at your welcoming party, but I haven't introduced myself yet! My name's Pierce,” he introduced, full of confident energy.
    Just from the way Pierce opened the dialogue, Isabelle already had that awful feeling in the pit of her stomach, overlapping with the existing stress of her bladder; he was the type to ramble about himself. And as the minutes passed, her fears were confirmed over and over, as Pierce began going on about himself in a misguided attempt at introduction. She couldn't even hear what he was saying over her mental cloud, all she could gather was something about exercise, something that wouldn't be interesting at her best. But now, it was agony on top of agony, begging him to please be quiet so she could move on with whatever she was planning to do.
    Of course, she wasn't saying anything, she was too polite for that, but she was thinking it, begging for it, quite violently. But what good would it do? Even if she was left alone, that didn't magically gift her a bathroom. At best, it meant she could have her accident in private, an outcome that still meant she would be caught. After all, she'd have to return to town hall, where her shame would absolutely be witnessed. There was no way out.
    “Hello? Earth to Isabelle?” Scared for her hygiene's sake, Isabelle forgot that she was talking to someone else. Who had apparently not asked a question of her until now.
    “O-oh, I'm sorry.” While it was difficult, she brought herself back to the external world, to hold a conversation the same way she hoped she could hold her urine. “What were you asking about?”
    “I was asking, what are you doing outside town hall for the first time? Decided you needed some fresh air?”
    “No, I'm actually out on work. The mayor wants a fire hydrant built, so I'm scouting out a proper location for one.” Just as she could somewhat convince herself that she could make it through okay, she had to talk about fire hydrants, and all the unfortunate, water-based implications that naturally came with it.
    “Oh, no rest in the mayor's office, eh? Have you talked to Lyle yet?”
    “Lyle?” Maybe she had heard the name mentioned in her time in Waifus, but what it signified currently rang no bells. It could also have been that feeling that her bladder was about to explode under her skirt distracting her.
    “Yeah, the guy who runs the Happy Home Academy with Tom Nook. They're the guys you need to talk to about land stuff. Lyle gets incredibly particular about the aesthetics of the houses, and he'll get mad if you disturb the delicate balance he's worked to create.”
    Suddenly, it hit Isabelle. Or rather, two things did. The first was another pounding from her bladder, incredibly painful and forceful, twice as hard as anything she had felt up to now. And, standing directly in front of Pierce, with his attention squarely on her, she couldn't do anything to hold. Not being able to press down on her crotch or cross her legs to keep a solid grip turned out to be a mistake, as it allowed her pee to overpower her for a brief moment. A small, warm spurt finally escaped her body, dripping in and dampening her underwear, thankfully out of sight. Somehow, she found the will to resist going all-in on holding herself as soon as she felt the wetness, but it was physically impossible to stop her irises in her eyes widening in response. She was grateful for the miracle of that tiny dribble being all that trickled out, even if it came with the knowledge that the rest was sure to follow if she didn't find a toilet or acceptable substitute.
    However, the tension was eased by the second realization. Of course she had heard the name Lyle! Happy Home Academy, that's where Digby worked, Lyle was his boss! It wasn't all good, it meant her next trip involved the walk up to Main Street, but she couldn't care about any of those tiny negatives. After all, it gave her perfect justification to visit that strip of stores, ones that were sure to have public restrooms. She just needed to make it up there. “Okay, well, I should be on my way then,” she exclaimed, blatantly trying to leave right now.
    Thankfully, Pierce didn't seem to mind. “Alright, I should get going too. I promised Yuka I'd come visit her today. Hope to see more of you in the future!” The bird waved goodbye, running out of sight, presumably towards Yuka's house, where exactly didn't matter in the slightest to Isabelle. The point was, he was gone, and she was alone. The logical next step would be making a beeline up to Main Street, either to finish her duties or, much more likely, use one of the store's bathrooms.
    Instead, Isabelle doubled over, dropping her clipboard, paws buried between her legs, forcing her denim skirt into her crotch with painful force. The small wet patch on her panties wasn't enough to transfer into the outer layer, but her body seemed intent on eliminating that tiny comfort. The mere act of physically acknowledging her desperation was enough to cue another spasm from her bladder, trickling into her clothes, barely breaching the outwardly visible garment, creating a dark speck of a tiny stain, invisible to the naked eye unless one was really looking for it.
    “O-oh...no! Please no!” Isabelle begged, on the verge of tears from her bladder about to burst, clutching and scraping with all she had. She steeled herself for what seemed like the impending accident, but it never came. She stayed reasonably dry, still able to hide her leaks. “W-wow...phew...” It was hard to believe, but she had avoided wetting herself for now. That was good news, it gave her...maybe a few more minutes before the floodgates erupted in her pants.
    Now, there was no chance of her removing her paws. If she did, that would only hasten the golden river, to a more approximate “immediately”. Instead, unable to move her legs more than a few degrees at a time, she had to settle for hobbling very slowly north. Even that simple act couldn't be free of agony, or rather, not so much the movement itself, though the jittering and wobbling certainly wasn't doing her any favors. The problem was the path she was taking, one that required crossing one of Waifus' stone bridges over a flowing river that cut through the town. “Oooohhhhhhhh,” she moaned, tightening her grip to the point she could slightly feel her claws. She took the risk of waddling away faster, taking those extra squirts, just to avoid having to listen to the stream. “Maybe I really should have used a tree...”
    It was too late to turn back now, however. She had already crossed the train tracks that separated the town and Main Street, and the strip of stores was in sight. This was actually her first time up here, despite her brother's place of employment, which meant she had no idea where to start. First off, she had a hard time identifying the businesses present, aside from the convenience store closest on the right. One of the stores on the left didn't even look open. “Now, which one has the best chance of having a toilet?” She bounced on her heels, whimpering and whining as she rubbed her thighs together, feeling that horrible well of desperation edging closer to escape.
    “Ungh, I can't!” Isabelle knew she only had minutes before her accident, there just wasn't the time to meticulously ask each store's owner if they had a bathroom, that was a one-way trip to standing before them with pee streaking through her leg fur. She had to pick one and just hope for the best, whatever the safest option would be. Or, that would be the correct course of action, but her chance of even properly considering the choices before her was too much to bear. She'd be going with the easiest store to make it to, which was the convenience store right on the corner.
    She stumbled over to the mat laid out in front of the door, leaning her body onto the glass sheet to push it open, a tactic that provided her no progress. Instead, the door slid to the side automatically, almost causing her to fall forward without the support. “Wah,” she cried, moving her balance further towards her tail to avoid a spill that would lead to another spill. It only barely succeeded, slowing her down even further as she limped inside.
    She could no longer divert her gaze, firmly staring down as she was hunched over, the only marks she had to indicate movement were the legs of tables passing by. She was making physical progress, even if it was extremely slow, but that wouldn't mean much without one of the store's workers to help her. “Ooh, a new customer!” That was the cue, but Isabelle only saw the assumed storeowner as he approached within a foot of her, a small, large-eyed tanuki stopping by her lower paws. “I'm Tommy! If you're looking for my brother, Timmy, he works at night. What do you want to buy?”
    “I...I don't need to buy anything,” Isabelle strained, choking back the tears of strife. “I just...I need to use your bathroom!”
    Tommy didn't miss a beat, like this was all rehearsed. “I'm sorry ma'am, but our bathroom...”
    “I'll buy something if I need to, just let me use it first!”
    “My apologies, but the bathroom isn't open to the public. Store policy.”
    “Please, can't you make an exception, just this once? I'm begging you!” Isabelle forced her eyes shut in the strain, now that even looking Tommy in the eyes was too much of a distraction.
    “We can't. They're the rules our uncle gave us, and told us the most important thing was to follow them. He'd get mad at us if we started breaking them.”
    “Please...please...” She couldn't make a case, all she could do was accept the denial, and move onto the next store down the list. Maybe, just maybe, she could make it next door, where they just might be more accommodating. She just couldn't waste even a second.
    “Isabelle? What are you doing up here?” Oh no. She recognized that voice, that tone, how could she not? After all, it was only her brother.
    That was the only turn of events that could have shaken her from her funk, if only for a brief moment. “Digby?!” She couldn't stand up, open her eyes, do anything to appear the tiniest bit normal. Not that it mattered, this was hardly the first time she had been so openly desperate around him.
    As such, he knew just how to react in this situation. “Are you okay, Isabelle,” he called, concerned, rushing to her side. He placed one of his paws on her back and another above her stomach, though not attempting to forcefully straighten her. “Is there anything I can do to help?”
    She wasn't embarrassed about her need, at least not to Digby, she would have appreciated his help. It was just too late now. She was at the end of her rope, there was just no hope left to spare. Isabelle needed to pee, and she needed to pee right now. “I...I...I can't...not anymore...” She didn't have anything more to say, but even if she did, it wouldn't have been heard over the sound that followed.
    While the room watched Isabelle, waiting for what happened next, everything was silent, save for the warbly, quiet music over the store speakers. That all changed a second later, and it all started with a light hiss. The first outwardly visible change was the front of her skirt, tucked between her thighs, turn a dark shade of blue, as a gold stream began seeping between her paws' toes. While her fur was already a hue that could be considered yellow, it had nothing on the deep, saturated tone of the urine she released, making its path down her legs very obvious and eye-catching. It all pooled on the tile floor beneath her, spreading rapidly and rippling violently, the stale, pungent stench wafting up into their sensitive noses.
    “Ooh...ahhhhh...” She knew she was holding it to her limit, that her bladder was filled to its brim, probably well past it, but she wasn't expecting just how good it would feel to finally let go. That cramping in her abdomen losing pressure, that warmth spreading over her crotch, heating her thighs as it relaxed her muscles, letting her large ears flop down to the sides of her head. She would have collapsed in the relief when her knees gave out, if Digby didn't still have his grip on her, keeping her steady.
    Right, Digby. Him being witness wasn't the most awful thing, twins did tend to see some pretty awkward stuff happen to the other, but it served as the perfect reminder to bring her down from her high. It was bad enough that she had an accident as a full-grown dog, but doing so in front of both her brother and someone she had never met before was...awful. She was supposed to be a close aide to the mayor, yet here she was, acting like a puppy that hadn't been properly housebroken.
    Well, she was acting like one, but the bladder capacity she was displaying spoke otherwise. It was splattering down loud, in a heavy volume, but it just kept coming, on and on. That was the benefit of always being too distracted in her work to use the bathroom in a reasonable time, but that was hardly a positive right now, when it meant she just wouldn't finish. A blush broke out on her muzzle, visible beneath her fur, as it really sunk in just how badly she was demeaning herself.
    Just before it could cross the threshold of being unbelievable, approaching a minute, Isabelle's pee stream diminished. It didn't stop, the downpour continued for another fifteen seconds after that, just at a slower pace. And finally, it was over, leaving the room eerily quiet in its wake. With no relief left washing over her, all the secretary could focus on was the gross after-feeling. Her legs were still hot, the room lukewarm enough to not chill the urine quickly, all the wetness matting her fur together. And it still smelled. That was all she could think about, purposefully ignoring Tommy staring at her like the pathetic mess she was.
    She couldn't stay in her own world forever, unfortunately, because she wasn't alone. “Hey, you're going to have to clean this up,” Tommy accused.
    “I'll take care of it,” Digby quickly assured, guiding a mentally distant Isabelle out of the store. She stayed unresponsive, only hearing the mechanical sound of the automatic door whirring open as the two exited the building, all the while refusing to adjust her gaze from her soaked legs. At least out here, it was just the two of them. “Are you alright, Isabelle?”
    Several seconds passed with no sound besides heavy breathing and the light wind, chilling her drenched fur, her legs shivering in the cold. Digby waited patiently for a response, until Isabelle finally replied. “Was it...was it bad?”
    “Yeah, pretty bad. I guess it's no surprise that you waited to the last minute to use the bathroom,” Digby chuckled. “Are you going to be okay until you get off work?”
    “I'll be fine. I can at least use my vest to hide it.” She slipped her green vest off, tying it around her waist, leaving nothing on her top but a white shirt. She looked uncharacteristically stark. “You didn't have to do that much for me. It's my mess, I'll clean it up.”
    Digby waved his paw dismissively. “I'll do it. If I take longer at the store, that's longer I don't have to be at work. Not all of us can have such engaging work as you.”
    “Oh, my job's nothing special. Just a little embarrassing to use the bathroom there when I was sent out...” Her voice trailed off as she remembered what she was doing prior to her toilet hunt. “That's right! I was sent to talk to Lyle to ask about where we can place a fire hydrant in the town.”
    “I don't know how much help he'll be, but that at least sounds close enough to our department. If you're going to hang around up on Main Street, then, do you mind helping me out with the cleanup? I know I offered, but I'm not really looking forward to it.”
    “Of course! I can't keep hoisting this cleanup job on you forever.”
    “Well, you were always too upset to do it yourself when you were younger. See, you've grown up plenty.”
    “But I'm not going to be satisfied until I'm done with accidents entirely, like someone my age should be!”
    “Hey, don't feel bad about it. It can happen to anyone.”
    “I suppose. But not everyone has a brother to help them out of a tight situation like this.”
    “Of course. You'd do the same for me, I'm sure.” Digby gestured back to the store, allowing his sister to go first, so they could erase the evidence of her shame. Until just before they crossed the threshold where the door would open, when he stopped her with another question. “Actually, I've got something I'm curious about. You said you were looking to install a fire hydrant, right? Let's say it was already there. Would you have used it?”
    Isabelle had to think that question over. The idea of a fire hydrant was incredibly tempting to her, for whatever reason. “I don't think so. I'm just not cut out to do my business where anyone could see me. I would have used a tree if that was the case.” She didn't quite feel comfortable sharing how close to that line she was, however.
    “Yeah, I'd need to be ready to burst before I tried something in plain view like that.”
    “Hope for your own sake that you never reach that point. It's uncomfortable, in all sorts of ways,” Isabelle warned, as if it needed to be said, before laughing it off. Digby smiled, seeing that his sister wasn't really affected by the incident. After all, the two had each other's backs, this wasn't the biggest deal with that net of comfort. Isabelle was an adult, she could move past this. Though, she was starting to figure training herself to be a little more bold wouldn't hurt. Probably better to answer nature's call somewhere a bit inappropriate than go through that ordeal again, if it was unavoidable. What else could a little dog do?
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    Rvlis reacted to Valandrea in A Christmas accident   
    A Christmas accident
     
    « Stop this, right now Zachary ! » 
    This was the sound of his father’s voice. As he heard it, Zach instantly let go of his cousin’s collar. He suddenly realized what had happened : he went on a violent fight with his cousin Paul and was actually beating his head on the ground. 
    It took a moment to reconnect with reality and to remember why this fight had begun. Was it because Paul called him a « dick » (and other beautiful names of that sort) or because he had been trying  (and succeeding) for several days to prove that his dad was closer to him than to his own son ? 
    Either way, Zach had crashed his cousin. Finally. After years and years of self control, he exploded. This intense hate for each other began 6 christmases ago, when Zach’s cousin lost his father in a car accident. They were only 9 years old when it happened. Since that day, Zach’s father gave almost all his time and energy to become a father figure to his nephew, neglecting his own son. Zach had never told his dad how much he missed him, it wouldn’t have been fair, but his nephew knew his loss and pain and every christmas holiday became hell since then. His cousin made sure Zach would suffer from jealousy and negligence every time.
    But this time, he crossed the line. 
    As he was trying to reconnect, Zach suddenly felt arms getting him up with violence and pushing him away. The next thing he saw was his dad trying to get his nephew up with care (as a doctor would do ? or as a father ?). Paul’s face was covered in blood. 
    The room around them became messy : every member of the family was around Paul, crying, screaming, agitating while Zach was standing on a corner, looking at his bloody hands in shock. What had he done ? He could feel every one gazing at him with fear and anger and looking at his cousin with pity.
    « Nothing’s broken. » reassured Zach’s dad, looking at the assistance. « Are you okay, Paul ? » he asked, turning back to the boy.
    « He hurt me, uncle. » Paul said in a soft voice.
    « I know. You will be fine, my boy. I’ll go get some medicine and you get some rest. » he said. « Take him to his room and clean his face. I’ll be back as fast as I can. » he said to his sister, Paul’s mother.
    As he was a doctor, every one listened carefully to Zach’s dad. Plus, he was the kind of man you obeyed to, wether you agreed with him or not. He was always fair, upright and firm. His authority was unquestionable. 
    As his dad turned his gaze back to him, Zach felt a leak of pee wetting his underwear. Saying he was afraid of him at this instant would be an understatement. He was completely frozen, incapable of doing anything. As his dad took a step forward him, Zach felt another leak of pee leaving his penis. His briefs were soaked, that was sure. The feeling of wet woke him up and he realized then that he had a furious need to pee. 
    « You come with me. » his dad said in a sharp voice, taking a firm grip on his son’s arm.
    As they lead to the front door, Zach took a look at the bathroom door in despair.
    « Dad… » 
    « Not a word. » his dad responded in anger.
    Zach knew he wouldn’t hold long. Maybe it was because of the fear, the shock or the sadness but he has this feeling of certainty that he would not come back to the house with his pants dry.
    As on every family holiday, they were staying in the country house, 3 miles away from the city center. Zach wouldn’t be able to hold until they arrived in town, he knew it. 
    When they arrived to the car, Zach’s dad pushed him inside before slamming the door. Before his dad start the vehicle, Zach tried one more time.
    « Dad… I can’t go with you. I need to… » he started.
    « I’m not leaving you in that house alone anymore. You will take your responsibility, Zachary. You will buy some medicines and apologize to your cousin. I don’t want to hear another word now. » he replied sharply.
    As they drove off, Zach could feel tears of despair growing in his eyes. His bladder was beginning to kill him with pain. He crossed his legs, trying to refrain his urgent need. He wanted to put his hands on his crotch, pinch his penis to prevent any leak but he couldn’t show his dad that he was about to have an accident in his pants. 
    « I can’t believe what just happened. Are you out of your mind, Zach ? » his dad finally asked as he get on the highway. 
    Zach didn’t know how to answer to that question. Or if he would even be able to speak. He just wanted to cry out his despair. He had two urgent needs : he needed his dad to recognize his presence in the family and he needed his dad to let him pee. Both these needs were melting and making him absolutely weak. 
    « You won’t talk ? You want to let me talk for you, is that it ? » his dad continued, angry.
    Zach felt a lump leave his throat as he felt a sharp stream leave his penis. He could hear the hissing noise of pee wetting the front of his jeans. In a moan, he instantly put both his hands on his crotch to stop the flow and hide the distinct wet patch forming on the front of his trousers.
    « You are 15 years old, Zach ! How can you act so childishly ? It has been six years now that you constantly fight with your cousin ! I thought you would grow up and cease this stupid rivalry over the years. But no, you had to add violence ! » he screamed, gazing furiously at the road.
    « Please… » Zach murmured as he felt another spurt wetting his jeans.
    « Please ? You want me to stop yelling, Zach ? » he asked ironically. « You should have think of the consequences before beating up your cousin ! I can’t believe my son did such a foolish thing ! » he continued.
    « Oh god… Dad… » Zach murmured between his tears. He couldn’t help but squirm a little on his seat. He could feel a succession of spurts leaving his briefs and hit his jeans. He could feel his bottom getting completely soaked. He wouldn’t be able to hide it any longer.
    « You are starting to realize what you did, now ? » his dad asked in a softer voice as he noticed his son’s tears.
    What Zach was beginning to realize at this instant was his need to poop. As the need to pee grew he could feel farts leaving his butthole.
    « Oh no… I can’t hold it… » he murmured.
    « You can cry, Zach. It’s a good thing you realize the stupidity of your actions. » his dad said, thinking his son was trying to hold his tears.
    As a succession of spurts wet his jeans, a succession of farts left his butthole. He was losing both battles : pee and poop. He could feel his poop pushing in his butt, trying to force the entry onto his briefs. He wanted to put his hand on his bottom but his dad would instantly know that he was having an accident in in pants. A look on the outside made him realized that they were almost there, they were entering the center of the town. He knew he couldn’t hide this any longer.
    « Dad… I need to pee… » he cried softly.
    « What ? Is that what you can’t hold ? » his dad asked with incomprehension. 
    Zach nodded, blushing.
    « We’re almost there, hold a little longer. » his dad ordered.
    « I don’t think I can, dad… » Zach said, lowing his head as he felt another long spurt wetting his leg. 
    Zach’s dad took a look at his son and noticed his complete despair. The young man was squirming on his seat, crying, holding his crotch like hell. He looked like a little boy. How could he had not seen his desperate state ?
    « Have you wet your pants already ? » he asked.
    Zach couldn’t answer. He couldn’t admit what was happening right now. He couldn’t tell his dad how wet he was and how his poop was threatening to invade his briefs. He just timidly shook his head in deny.
    « Take your hands of your pants, Zachary. » his dad ordered as he parked the car.
    Zach shook his head.
    « Take your hands away, now. » he said, sharper.
    As Zach took his hands away, he felt long spurt wetting his thigh and running through his leg.
    « You already peed your pants, Zach ! » he said, surprised, « Stand up that I can see how much of an accident this is. » he asked his son.
    Zach stood on his fragile feet, trying not to unclenched his legs. He was so ashamed. His dad would see how much he had peed already. But this was not even the bigger issue. As he rose, he felt farts leaving his butt, opening his butthole. He could feel his poop pushing harder and harder. He couldn’t help but put a hand on his butt to prevent poop to get out.
    « Oh dear. Do you have to poop, Zach ? » his dad asked in disbelief. 
    « I need to poop so bad, daddy. » Zach cried. « I can’t hold it any longer. It’s pushing so bad… » he continued.
    « Hold on, boy. We are going out of the car and we’ll find some bathroom quickly. » he said calmly. « But you have to restrain yourself from peeing and pooping in your pants. Can you male it for me, boy ? » he asked.
    « I can’t hold it… I’m going to poop myself, dad. » Zach cried.
    « Come on, let’s get out now. » his dad said while leaving his seat and opening his son’s car door. « Get on your feet, quick ! » he ordered.
    Zach tried to rise from the car as fast as possible but every step was very painful and dangerous. He could feel his penis leaking constantly and his poop getting out. 
    As he finally got out of the car, he felt his bladder break in a very long spurt. His legs were wetting until a large paddle of urine was formed around his feet. His dad and him both could hear the clear  and violent hissing sound before the urine hit the floor. 
    As he tried so hard not to let go of his bottom, he felt his butthole loosen at the same time as his bladder. In a few silent farts, he felt his poop pushing despite his will. He felt his briefs filling with a hard poop, little by little. 
    First he felt a small bump forming on his bottom but in a second fart he felt his bump getting bigger and heavier. After 3 involuntary pushes, he had finally done it. Zach had had a poop accident in his pants. His hand on his butt was now completely useless : the only thing he was holding was a big poop in a wet pants… 
    As he realized his horrible situation, he fell on the ground, in tears, trying to hide himself from his dad and every one around who had seen the accident. He wanted to hide under the car and never get out. But then he felt an arm around his shoulders.
    « It’s over, boy. Calm now. I’m sorry I didn’t see you had to go to the bathroom, my dear boy. » his dad said softly before wrapping his son in his arms.
    For the first time in 6 years, Zach felt like his daddy’s boy.
     
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    Rvlis got a reaction from PeeGirl20 in Diaper Live - wet or dry at the moment?   
    My diaper's nice and wet... Aaaaand >u<
    Now it's nice and full too~!
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    Rvlis reacted to Biku in Biku animation   
    I did a short animation. I don't think I'll do these often, especially with color. Anyways, enjoy!

    pee_Trim.mp4
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    Rvlis reacted to EmesiraGimil in "Can't hold it", a kiddy anime short   
    I was searching around a few keywords on google yesterdat, and I was pleasantly surprised with this find.
    Plot goes roughly like this: a bunch of friends are having a lot of food and drinks, and the bear excuses himself; soon another one has to go, but finds the bathroom closed, and waits for his turn. And so, a line is formed as everyone wants to go but the bear doesn't come out...
     
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    Rvlis got a reaction from DefinitelyNotA in Desperation or Wetting? What do you prefer?   
    I think I like desperation a little bit more than just simply wetting, though I do also prefer desperation that ends in wetting so I'm not actually all that sure ^^;
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    Rvlis got a reaction from TheWolfEmperor in How do you feel about diaper messing?   
    I think the best thing about messing is the initial feeling of letting go and, well, going; The relieving feeling of just up and pooping yourself is really nice, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy sittin' around in a messy diaper, but I feel like it's very easy for the clean-up to overshadow the enjoyment.
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    Rvlis reacted to BabyDreams in What Do You Love About Diapers?   
    What I love about diapers is stuff like this (may or may not based on real life events 😅) :
    When I wake up on a weekend morning while it’s still a bit dark. It’s raining outside. I don’t have to go anywhere that day - could very well sleep in, but I woke up in the first place because I have an uncomfortable bulging bladder. Lucky me went to sleep in the thickest and most absorbent diapers that I had at home, and it’s still completly dry. So I can just switch to the most comfy pose, and let go. I'm listening to the sounds of rain as the warmth fills it up - no leaks, just a warm crotch and butt  I have to push the last few little gushes out, and as I do that I get the pee shivers 🤤 (They are quite strong for me, and I love when it happens!) After finishing I hug my favourite plushie, wiggle around a little just to feel the wet diaper around me, and go back to sleep for another hour or two 💤
    When I am playing video games all evening, and it’s so much fun that I forget that toilets even exist. Or pee. I fill up with it regardless, because of all the soft drinks consumed, and I start fidgeting in the seat without really noticing it. I am doing that for close to an hour now, and then either someone in voice chat makes me laugh so hard that I start leaking, or I get to a particularly hard and exciting part where I can manage this feat all by myself 😁 This makes me panic at first, obviously, but a few moments later I realize that it’s okay to have accidents now. I don’t even have to hold it at all, if I don’t want to. I managed to slow down the flow to a trickle by now, but I decide to stop holding it back. Pee gets flowing out again in full force, and it hisses into the ever-thickening diaper. I mute the mic quickly, so I can be sure that no one hears it over the comms. Change can wait until bedtime - and I have so much to play before that!
    But also smaller things like these:
    When I can feel it being thick aganist my butt as I sit in them (even before, but especially after wetting). When I can feel a normal poop "arriving", instead of clamping down I can just choose not to, and relax. Turns out that (at least for me) it just comes straight out most of the time without even consciously pushing. Probably really disgusting (I know that most probably aren't into 💩 , for good reason), but I like the release, like the sensation aganist my anus, like sitting down on it - and it's even more humiliating then peeing yourself 😊 I can just feel strangely safe and adorable in them - more so if they have cute patterns ❤️ 🎀 They go well with other cute clothes, too, like skirts and fluffy socks!
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    Rvlis got a reaction from Wet~~Fox19 in Messing   
    The way I like to do it is the waiting game; I love waiting till it feels like I really need to go. And when I feel I've held it long enough, I get into a comfy position and just let go~
    If you ask me, nothing quite feels as nice as lying in bed, giving barely a push, and loading the seat of your diaper.
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    Rvlis got a reaction from Wet~~Fox19 in How do you feel about diaper messing?   
    I think the best thing about messing is the initial feeling of letting go and, well, going; The relieving feeling of just up and pooping yourself is really nice, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy sittin' around in a messy diaper, but I feel like it's very easy for the clean-up to overshadow the enjoyment.
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    Rvlis reacted to TheWolfEmperor in What are your weirdest omo fantasies?   
    When I was fourteen my mom had to work nights, so she dropped me off at my aunt's house.  My aunt only had one bathroom and it was upstairs. I had to sleep downstairs in the living room.
    My cousin was potty training at the time and his potty was downstairs. One morning I had to pee so badly that I used my cousin's potty. If my aunt said anything to my mother I never heard about it.
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    Rvlis got a reaction from Aquraisus in Guys sitting down to pee?   
    I can say for sure I almost always sit down to pee, it's just a lot more comfortable in my opinion.
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