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  1. Pondera

    Wheel od desperation

    https://wheeldecide.com/
  2. Pondera

    Kira's sentence: AMA for Heist Omorpg

    Oh guardsmen? It seems that the prisoner is enjoying this entirely too much and is being too passive. Is there no way we could loosen her restraints and force her to do some squats for our amusement? =3
  3. Pondera

    End Game (no spoilers)

    oh my goodness, that was yummy. A similar thing happened to me during my viewing, but, as you said, there's so much going on during the movie. I didn't notice how dire my situation was until the credits rolled and it hit me all at once. By the time we made it out of the viewing room, the bathrooms were swamped, and my parents had both been drinking (as they often do on the weekends). So I had to drive us home, struggling not to spill recycled root beer all over myself. I eventually did make it home dry but my beloved Kozzy was kind enough to take a mallet to my glass bladder, so I didn't stay that way.
  4. Pondera

    Orgasm while wetting??

    I actually wasn't, my sweet angel ❤️ I was referring to a male test subject I was going to conduct science upon, but part of science is replicating your results, and the female side of this experiment could stand to be replicated a few (hundred) more times.
  5. Pondera

    Orgasm while wetting??

    Full bladder orgasms are most definitely a thing, and I can personally attest to the increase in intensity from such. As for if it works on males in the same way, I don't know, but I know of a good test subject that I can science into a wet mess. I'll have to get back to you about the results.
  6. Pondera

    Sticking Your Foot in Your Mouth

    *you're FTFY
  7. Pondera

    Planetside Sipping Challenge

    Which faction do you play as? If the answer isn't Vanu, and you run around on Connery server, odds are good that I shot you at some point. Sorry...
  8. So, recently, I attempted my first omorashi challenge since I finally figured out how Twitch and OBS worked, and opted for an older game that I'd been playing for years: Planetside 2. To describe this game.... it's death. Poke your head out too far? Sniper. Walking down the empty road? Run over by a tank. Bonus points if it's from your own team. Air travel? By the time you hear the drone of an enemy fighter, he's already locked onto you. Battles over bases are hectic displays of colorful violence with people screaming, guns firing, and respawns are dealt out like LSD candy at Halloween. So, in my infinite genius, I decided I'd take a sip from my yeti with every death. Now, a little disclaimer here. If you hadn't played Planetside 2 before, I would advise at least reading over the wiki a little bit. I tried to explain things as best as I could, but I really didn't want to get too bogged down in the details. You all know what you're here for anyway. For this challenge, I'd worn a black T-shirt with a moon design on the front, black shorts that I like to work out in, and high-cut panties that are my “expendables”. Get them 5 for $24, so if they end up staining despite my best efforts, I can just toss them and not be any worse off. It didn't take me too terribly long to realize that I was a very very stupid little Vanu. I went into this challenge already in a state of thirst, and started doing my thing. The events in the game weren't exactly important. I mean, they're always the same. Run to this base, kill everyone not in spandex, try not to die to opportunistic sniper fire, move along to the next fight. At first, things were proceeding well enough. I racked up 5 or 6 kills, and was starting to get a little pissed off at how long this taking. By the time I finally went down the first time, I thought to myself “FINALLY. Something to drink!” It only took me about an hour of dying and sipping to realize that this was a BIG mistake. My bladder was untrained, and I'd never really been what I consider good at this game. My need began when I was at kill #30 out of the 75 I'd set for myself, with a roughly equal amount of deaths and mouthful sized sips, and realized I'd needed to speed things along. The game offers the Magrider tank, a big floating upside-down bathtub of a main battle tank that looks a lot like some of the stuff out of Halo, and the MAX, Mechanical Augmented eXoskeleton, for 450 nanites each. Nanites regen at 50 every minute, so I could yoink one of these once every 9 minutes, assuming I used no other grenades or costly equipment. Whoever added these to planetside should get a life saving medal. They saved me and my entire family from a cataclysmic bladder explosion that would have cratered my home. They let me take risky moves and accumulate multiple kill chains without dying myself and needing to take another drink. And even if my tank was about to explode (much like I would be), I could just hop out and hopefully escape with the burning wreck giving me some cover. The main limiting factor wasn't my killing ability. That was being complemented by my good friends in chat who were kind enough to instruct me to drink after every death. The thing that was slowing me down is that the battles were ending too quickly. There just wasn't enough fight to go around, and I wasn't dropping enemies as fast as my ailing bladder needed me to. The fact that the join combat option kept dropping me into the same near deserted bases didn't help much either. I know from my experiences on chat that, once my Yeti is empty, it's only a matter of time before I reach my breaking point. Consuming more than that just makes me reach that point faster, and my kidneys were rapidly switching into high gear. It was right after my Magrider blew up rather suddenly from a tank mine that I never saw that the first damages occurred. The shock had forced out a little jet of warmth from me, and had to squeeze and press at myself to stabilize. Begged those in chat, specifically my good friend, Biku, who kind of fills the role of Arbiter at these events, for reprieve. Surely, pushing me this far was good enough, wasn't it? I mean, I was still only at kill #52 out of 75 but I was doing worlds better than the typical player! But... the answer was no. I was ordered to sip to mourn the loss of my floaty tank and press on. Without any nanites for another MAX or a tank of any variety. Which meant more deaths... more drinking. Back to the crusade. I was getting by on pure killer instinct at this point. I stopped seeing them as faceless enemies, but people standing in my way for relief. They were laughing at me, trying to slow me down, trying to make me fail.... and it made me hate them for it! Every bullet shot my way, every grenade rolled at my feet would inch me closer to my demise if I didn't see it in time. It was around here that prime-time kicked off in the game with the population at its nightly highest, and I truly came into my stride. Chat had made the comment that I was like John Wick during the nightclub scene where all my enemies could do is run for their lives. Pon Wick! Flattery was had ^_^ Unfortunately, it was right about then that I had a major, cataclysmic breech. Pressure struck me all at once like a New Conglomerate armored battalion, and crashed through my defenses. I jammed my hands between my legs so quickly that it skidded my mouse forward and left my POV pointing at the sky. Piss poured over my fingers. The shorts pressed between my legs turned wet and shiny. I thought, for certain, that this was the end. This was where my challenge was going to fail, and was thankful that I'd set up towels beforehand. It would have been so easy to just give up right then, and yield to the pain in my belly, and the pressure bearing down.... but I don't give up so easily. With a prayer to Saril in my mind, I managed to wrest control back, even if, for those five seconds, the relief felt AMAZING... and, after wiping my wet hands off on my shirt, put them back on the mouse and keyboard for more. Only 15 left. I'd done that in a single battle before. I could do this. I was going to WIN!!! (A zillion thankies to my good friend, Biku, who drew this artist's depiction of me during that phase. That was the worst accidental leak I'd ever suffered without bursting like a broken water main after, and he captured it PERFECTLY) It's an absolute bitch trying to play a game with your legs crossed that tight. Your posture is awful, which throws off the whole ergonomics situation, but it had to be done. If I weakened, even slightly, it was going to be all over. I mean that both as a metaphor for failure and a literal descriptor. I fought and struggled, and forced my way through the ranks of the Terran Republic when they were trying to take this dinky little base in southern Indar that'd probably just get taken in an hour when I left anyway, but for right now, it was not going to be their property. And after all was shot, blown apart, and left in ruins, my total kill count....was 74. FUCKING WHAT?!?! No way. They HAD to let me go after that. This wasn't fair, I was at the brink of brinks. It was impossible....but Biku did not relent. I only had one to go, and there was a battle in the north I could pop right over to before I popped completely. Truly...my fans are of the purest evil sometimes. T_T I suffer for my art and my faith. I arrived, spawning into a Sunderer mobile spawn point, and then.... my savior. I was convinced that this man, who I never even got to know his name, was sent by Saril himself. He pulled up next to me in a Harasser Jeep and used a voice prompt to tell me to get on the gun. I heard angels sing. His jeep was equipped with a Saron laser turret, which I have mounted on one of my magrider variants. 6 shots, heavy armor damage, and you can fan the trigger to fire all of them within a second. A GOOD weapon, but it was one I could use with my right hand on the mouse and my left buried between my legs, pressing in to contain this ocean that was threatening to burst out of me. You ever have those moments in games where you're going through an ice world and feel physically cold? I was feeling that with this guy's driving. Harassers are agile, speedy, and can get a lot of places that people think that they can't. This driver opted to take his over a set of mountains to flank a New Conglomerate sunderer position. This meant bumps. LOTS of bumps. All of which I could feel, by the way. When he crested over a mountain and caught a good 4 seconds of air time, the landing nearly made me leak again. I was so close though... We found that sunderer position, and I hit it with pure concentrated murder. It felt like every reload of that gun took an hour, but a sunderer blew up....with nobody in it. FFFFFFFFFFUCK!!!! According to chat, didn't count. I made the attempt at profanity here, but really just ended up banging my fist on the keyboard a few times in anguish and hitting enter. Thats when I saw him. A NewCom light assault with a jetpack, landing in the sands nearby. My stat tracker would tell me that his name is Fizzleboom. Appropriate. I leapt out of that Harasser and probably looked absolutely terrifying and/or totally psychotic. My luxury of using a hand to hold myself was over and all I had to do was just get this guy to die for me. I open fired, heard a few bullets plunk off his helmet. He turned to face me, fighting to defend himself. If he killed me then, I might as well have just pissed myself on the spot. But, I saw him pitch forward after 3 shots to his center of mass. At last! The deed was done! I finished! Before his corpse could even hit the sand, I was bolting from my chair. The bathroom was feet away and every second counted. I couldn't sprint and get my clothes out of the way at the same time, so I just split the difference. I fwumped onto the toilet, pushed my shorts and underwear out of the line of fire and just let nature have her way with me. I can't really put the feeling into words, but I'm going to go with blissful. Time had no meaning. The soaked clothes against my legs were irrelevant. All that mattered is that I had completed my first omo-challenge, and could savor this. The pressure and pain were no more. Only pleasure, happiness, and relief. Honestly, after fighting my bladder for 2 hours, and maintaining that much mental focus, I was 110% done. I could have fallen asleep on that toilet. But chat would wonder what had happened to me, so I cleaned up as best as I could, tossed my wet clothes into the sink with a few drops of shampoo so they wouldn't stain, and hobbled my way back to celebrate my triumph. Beyond that, there's not much more to tell. I shut down the game for the night and just fwumped into bed after a quick rinsing shower. This was an EXTREMELY fun experience and honestly, I think I did the best I'd ever done on planetside that night. Had over a 1.0 k/d ratio, which is fucking amazing. The average player sports only a 0.85. I'll likely be doing something like this again on my twitch channel, so be sure to follow PonderaSips if you enjoyed this kind of content 🙂 Edit: My good friend Biku has produced ANOTHER fantastic piece of art for the occasion! I'm now indebted by one Bikubuck, so I'm due for another challenge very soon. He is like the iron bank. One way or another, he always gets his gold.
  9. Pondera

    Military school experience

    I'm not quite the adrenaline junkie that some others on these forums, but I can say that very little competes with the feeling of relieving a really really overfilled bladder. While I do occasionally do holds, I am more keen to write stories about it where my tiny tank and social life isn't on the line.
  10. Pondera

    Military school experience

    What do you mean? I figured I reached a pretty definitive end of that story.
  11. This is the first time I've written about myself and an experience of mine on these boards, and I figure it'd be a good way to get my feet wet, pun not intended, with the community. So, introducing myself would be a good first step to that end. I'm a Korean-Japanese mix leaning slightly more toward Korean with just the tiniest splash of Russian and Philippine islander (thank you, 23andme), am just under 5 feet tall, I hate cutting my hair which has always been super dark black, and I weigh about 100 lbs. Honestly, there's just not very much to me physically, and I think that lies partly in how I was born. I was born dreadfully premature. How much, I'm not exactly sure, but it was touch and go for a while there on whether I'd make it or not. My lungs were stuck together, and a tracheal intubation procedure had to be done to inflate them with oxygen. It saved my life, but it also crippled me. I've never been able to speak a day in my life. Now, telling you all that is NOT to illicit pity, but I did have to tell that part of my story so you can understand the context of the rest of this. Long story short, I was never really able to make friends or socialize at all because of my condition, and that kind of thing tends to make one bitter. I was on the verge of being thrown out of public school, flunking, or both, but that's when my family heard about this particular military school that promised that any who completed the 6 month course would obtain their GED. And it might fix my various personality problems which, let us not mince words, I was a bitch at 18. My first experiences there were... interesting. They'd never encountered someone like me before, and I was soon exempt from various verbal responsibilities and would complete the course provided I followed all over orders. I was issued a notepad for communication as ASL interpreters were rather hard to come by. A fact that led to be not being that great at it to this very day. The classroom experiences, while worlds better than public school were DRY. Like, rather unbelievably boring. And combined with the fact that we got up early enough to know the face of dawn on a first name basis (his name is “asshole,” btw), this led to the danger of falling asleep in class. Not something smiled upon by the powers that be. Military level discipline was expected of us, and harsh punishments were issued otherwise. So, we were given sage advice: to drink water and splash our faces to stay awake. Enter, your hero and mine, the united states army issue 1 quart water canteen. I don't know what they do to these things, but the water tastes AMAZING. Wish I could get ahold of another one of these. At any rate, during a particularly difficult math class, I ended up consuming the whole thing. Now, 100 lbs girl vs 1 quart of liquid. A quart is equal to 950ml, and is about a time and a half of what a normal female bladder can hold. I'm sure you're aware that this math doesn't add up. What did not help at all was the fact that “military discipline” apparently meant that they wouldn't let us leave class to go to the bathroom either. So, there was I, water logged, and due to suffer for 30 more minutes, giving my kidneys plenty of time to process the newly arriving liquid. By the time class let out, it was a full on emergency. I could feel my bladder angrily pulsing at me once every few seconds, but it was alright. We were marching back to the barracks where a toilet waited for me and my sublime relief. I would learn my lesson from this and carefully monitor my liquid intake during class from then on. Holy FUCK, I had to pee. But.... it didn't happen that way. Not immediately anyway. We stood there, in formation, at attention, for another 15 minutes. Now, for those who don't know, attention is a strict military stance. Hands at side, feet together, eyes forward, and do NOT move. Seriously, they know if you move. So that meant no crotch holding, no squirming, no pee dancing. All I could do was keep my knees crushed together and pray that Saril saw fit to grant my nearly detonating bladder mercy. It was the longest 15 minutes of my life,and with every tick of the clock, I could feel my internal control slipping a little further toward disaster. I have no idea how they didn't notice me shaking like a leaf in a tornado. I'm pretty sure I cried a bit toward the end. It was kind of horrible but in a turn-me-on kind of way too when I look back upon it. Finally, they saw fit to file us in, and I practically RACED inside as quick as my legs could carry me (which wasn't very). I didn't know what other orders they had for us. I didn't care. If I didn't reach the toilet first, if there was a line, if the stalls were occupied, it was over. That was it. My dignity would be running down my legs in sheets. It was then that the Goddess showed me the mercy I was praying for. I had my pick of any of the three stalls. Now, I'm sure you've seen art where the desperate victim is trembling, and my hands were doing so so badly that it was very difficult to get the button on my pants undone, making me nearly lose it right there. Once that was out of the way, I missed once when going to yank my underwear down (stock military issue whites. Nothing really special there), and that nearly ended me a second time. But this was a happy ending for me, and I practically flung myself onto a toilet. It's honestly rather difficult to say how long I exactly peed for, but it was long enough that those in charge of my floor went looking for me. It was such a blissful experience though that I can only barely describe it but I'll give it a shot anyway. It started off as a spike of coolness, like some kind of really smooth ice cube being pressed to my nether region which then flowed over my whole body. It was an incredibly surreal experience. My bladder was stretched so tight that I could practically feel every single drop of liquid as it stormed out of my body in a crystal clear stream. A sign that I was properly hydrated indeed! I could feel my legs turning to jelly, and for a brief time, nothing else mattered but this. It felt good enough that it made all the torture leading up to that point worth it. A further happy ending to this story is that I eventually did graduate from this place, and returned to my wintry northern home, GED in hand! I'd highly advise anyone, struggling in life or not, to shun public school in favor of this. It improves you as a human being, and I don't just mean that in regards to bladder control!
  12. Pondera

    Sailor Scouts' Struggle

    Yep! This is going to be like a whole story arc, and once it's complete, I'll move on to other writing projects. I'm thinking about 5 or 6 chapters in total.
  13. Darkness, and despair ruled this shadowy dismal place. To any normal mortal being, their skin would be crawling from their first moment of entrance. However, for those who resided here, it was very much comfortable enough to call home. One such being was Queen Beryl who, which referring to herself as queen, was not the one in charge. No, that position fell to an otherworldly being that referred to itself only as “the Negaforce”, with which she was in communion with. Even Beryl did not have a very firm grasp of what exactly this thing was, but powerful, ancient, especially hungry... these were all words that could be applied to it. “The oracle has decreed that it is time to attack the other dimension; to unleash the power of the Negaforce”, she mused out loud, much to the delight and agreement of the evil spirits around her, “but to do so, I shall require energy. Yes, a great deal of energy. We shall get it from the planet Earth. So, Jadeite, present yourself and tell me of your progress there” “Yes, my queen”, a deep, smooth voice said, echoing off the halls of her chamber. Her servant appeared promptly in a burst of azure flame, and bowed courteously before straightening. “As we speak, my own servant has projected herself into the material plane, preparing for the operation. I have discovered a very interesting weakness within the humans, and I have taken steps to exploit it. Soon, nothing will stand in the way of the great Negaforce!” Jadeite was able to speak with confidence in this, having observed what great lengths humans went to maintain their dignity and control over their own bodily functions. His research had even led to the discovery of various internet web sites dedicated to the near worship of such things. Even in the unlikely event that his plan failed, perhaps there was still some coin to be made? After all, one must always think to the future. As if sensing her subordinates distracted thoughts, Queen Beryl spoke up “Do not fail me, Jadeite. I need their energy” in some degree of irritation. Jadeite bowed once more, smiling to himself, and vanished to set his unclean plan into motion. The peace of the neighborhood was shattered with the ringing of an alarm clock, and the startled squeel of a young girl, swiftly followed by the thump of her falling out of bed. “Oh no, I'm late for school AGAIN!,” Usagi Tsukino squealed as she got back to her feet. She dashed to her dresser and frantically grabbed her uniform for the day. Long sleeve sailor shirt, knee length navy pleated skirt, panties, bra, and socks all practically flew onto the girl, clinging tight to her mature 18 year old body and obscuring her smooth hourglass figure. It was a mystery to everyone how Usagi managed to stay so fit since she never exercised and was always stuffing herself with cakes and sweets, but mostly, people just shrugged and made some comment about how some folks are just born lucky. However, her haste to get ready for school, as well as the adrenaline in her veins, had muffled the SOS signals of a rather uncomfortably full organ just below her belly button. It had been filling for nearly 10 hours while she slept, and it's cries to be emptied were left unanswered, even when it was bounced, jarred and punished with a frantic dash downstairs. “Why didn't you wake me up in time for the first bell?!” she demanded of her mother in between wild brushings of her teeth. Usagi's Mother, Ikuko, sighed. Her daughter always did this. She was constantly sleeping late, and never took anything seriously until the very last minute which prompted this usual wild emergency. “I did, Usagi. Three times, and each time, you said you were getting up right away”. Maybe she could rig up some kind of system to upturn the mattress next time and make SURE Usagi was actually out of bed when she said. Then again, her daughter might just fall asleep on the floor and there went all that effort for nothing. “And you believed me?!” Usagi challenged back before rinsing her mouth out at the kitchen sink. There! That was the last thing she had to do before she left the house! She was almost out the door! She could make it this time! She could... “Usagi! Wait! Aren't you forgetting something, dear?” her mother called out, prompting an immediate protest. A protest that was silenced when Usagi noticed her box lunch wrapped and dangling from her mother's fingers. The young blonde quickly snapped it up and whooshed out the door, still frantically unaware of any kind of impending calamity. The dash to school went quickly, with only a minor distraction to stop a group of bratty children from torturing an alley cat. Though this was of noble cause, Usagi was most definitely the kind of person who could be lured away from a goal by so much as a jingly pair of keys. Blonde moment did not even begin to cover it; this girl lived a blonde life. But not even the threat of animal cruelty could halt her advance as she dashed to school, and arrived just in the nick of time. The final bell for class was ringing just as her butt hit the seat. “WHEW!” she exclaimed, “I just barely made it!”. A happy grin beamed on her face from her accomplishment, and slowly, as Miss Haruna began to teach class, the adrenaline in her bloodstream began to fade and she became more aware of the conditions of her body. PANG She had to bite her lip hard to avoid crying out, but jammed her fingers against the front of her skirt with a sudden surge of motion. She HAD forgotten something, and now, that something was having its due. It was an incredible, almost surreal feeling to go from perfectly fine to hunched over and bursting at the seams in a split second. Once more, a spike of adrenaline filled her veins, but this time, it did nothing to dull the feeling of liquid agony she felt in her belly. There was nothing else for it. Usagi frantically put her hand up, waving it and bouncing her knees urgently in her seat. This was an honest to kami EMERGENCY that took her completely by surprise. But, the bathroom was just down the hall. This could be handled. Nothing to worry about. All she needed to do was get permission to go use it and... “No, you may NOT leave class,” Miss Haruna snapped. She grabbed a paper on her desk and held it up for the young bursting blonde to see. Corrections, notes, and a great big “30%” were spelled out in angry red marker ink. “You need more studying and less distraction, young lady. There isn't any excuse for failing this exam! I'm going over this material again today, just for you, and you are going to sit there for every minute of it” Usagi's heart sank as her teacher placed the paper on her desk. Not only did she fail an exam she worked really really hard on.... well, okay, maybe she spent the entire night playing video games, but she had her book open on her lap the whole time, honest! But now, she was being told she was not allowed to use a bathroom when she really, truly needed one! This was bad. What was an emergency before was now an out and out cataclysm as her bladder pulsed and protested, as if it knew that there was no relief coming, and was in open rebellion against its owner. But, what choice did she have? With Miss Haruna watching her like a hawk, and orienting herself between Usagi and the door, she couldn't even make a dash without getting grabbed and sat right back down. This was fine. This was totally fine. She was a big girl, and, even though she likely flunked once again, certainly holding her pee was something that she could do? Least.... she hoped so. An hour and a half was a long time, and already, she didn't think she could sit still or take her fingers away from her desperately full girlhood without an incident occurring. PANG PANG This was impossible. It'd only been half an hour and just when she thought her urges couldn't get any worse, the pressure mounted once more. Her bladder throbbed violently, sending spasms of pain though Usagi's poor tortured body, and she squeezed her legs together, hoping that it would stop hurting. Her fingers pressed and kneaded at the front of her skirt, grinding the fabric of her clothes and pure white underwear into her trembling set of lower lips. She was getting to the point where if she didn't clench with all her might, she knew that she would leak and those panties would not remain a perfect pure white for very much longer. SPURT-PSH Thinking about it was a BIG mistake, and her stretched, swollen, and bloated bladder took that as a trigger to act upon. A jet of hot liquid warmth jetted from her crotch, and even though it was only for a brief fraction of a second, the feeling of moisture against her virgin puss made holding the rest in orders of magnitude harder. What was happening to her student was not lost upon Haruna. She recognized the signs; the desperate shiftiness and constant squirming motions, the sound of penny loafer shoes tapping against the floor, the desperate pleading looks Usagi kept shooting her hoping that her supposedly benevolent teacher. However, she wasn't feeling that benevolent today. In fact, she felt downright villainous watching this ditzy blonde struggle and suffer, and felt a sheen of wetness coat the amber lace of her own underwear at the thought that maybe she wouldn't make it. Maybe her muscles would fatigue to the point that they couldn't withstand the pressures behind them, open wide, and give in to the torture; freeing the tension and easing the pain all over her clothes. SPRITZSSHH Usagi's condition had degraded to the point that she could feel a teensy tiny puddle under her, dripping from the gusset of her now permanently stained yellow panties and surrounding her butt like a miniature lake, but she was SO CLOSE! Ten minutes. Then she could get up, hobble down the hall, push open the door, dive into a stall and.... oh gosh, she almost thought about it again, and given what happened last time, that could spell disaster. She could feel her bladder holding by a tiny tight metaphorical thread and anything; a sneeze, a stray thought of relief, even so much as a cough could destroy her. But ten minutes was all that she needed to last. It hurt so much. She could practically feel the fibers of her bladder tearing apart under the strain, and could literally see it, bulging from her taut and toned thin belly in the perfect shape of a sphere struggling to take up as much space as it could to accommodate the demands of her sadistic kidneys. But....Just. Ten. Minutes. DING DONG DING DONG Her heart leapt when she heard the first four chords of the dismissal bell for her first class, and she was blinded to everything else around her, including Miss Haruna's look of disappointment. Despite the pain, the need, and the swelling and surges of pressure. She had made it! All she needed to do was get up, and... SPRRIITTSSHHH!!! Oh gods... she'd forgotten about the change of gravity. For three gloriously horrible seconds, urine raced out of her body. The relief was absolutely indescribable. It was like she was freeing herself from herself, if that makes sense at all. Her eyes glazed over, and for an instant, time stood still. There was only her and the universe...and her bladder, of course. But that ended soon enough with an effort that would qualify as a labor of Hercules: squeezing her leaking peehole shut. It took everything she had, knuckles pressed into her wet puss strongly enough to turn the knuckles white, and her face red with effort and strain, but she managed to get it under control. Usagi knew, however, that that was the LAST time she'd be able to do that without release. The next spike in pressure would be her last. Not even waiting for Miss Haruna to say anything, Usagi hobbled from the class, her teacher staring at the twin tiny puddles her student had left on the floor and in her seat with an almost predatory hunger. She dashed as quickly as she could down the hall, which wasn't very, and bashed open the door to the ladies' room with her shoulder. Her fingers were the only things holding her floodgates shut, and couldn't be removed under any circumstances unless she wanted an impromptu leg warming. The same trick was used a second time on the stall door, and, upon seeing the toilet, that spike in pressure assaulted the poor girl once more like one of those monsters in a lewd video she had seen when her mother was out of town. There was no stopping it now. Prevention had just left the building, and triage had taken its place, and she could feel herself peeing full force right down her legs. With a single motion, she yanked up her knee length skirt, seeing a big wet patch all along the front of it, and plopped down on the toilet. Her panties were the true victims here and were bathed in a constant torrent of hot pee. The hiss filled the whole bathroom, and was loud enough that the students outside were rather taken aback by the volume and intensity. This was beyond caring though. Usagi had a reasonably good idea of how the big bang had felt when it went off, and only had enough strength left to close the stall door. Her eyes fluttered closed as her stream finally dwindled after near two continuous minutes of constant urination, and she was exhausted. Truly, she didn't know why she was so tired, but... well, it wouldn't hurt to miss ONE class. It's not like she could pay attention anyway... “That. Was. Amazing,” Jadeite thought to himself. The results of his plot had exceeded even his most wild predictions. This one girl had given up so much energy, and he, along with his servant, hardly had to do anything! All he needed to do was lurk around to capture what she was surrendering. Queen Beryl would almost certainly be pleased, and so was he. As he retreated back into the Negaverse to turn in his winnings with his spiritual monarch, he had only one thought on his mind “I am going to have to do this again. Very soon. We'll meet again, little blonde girl, but next time, you will not be so fortunate”
  14. JUST. AS. PLANNED. I can't wait for the next challenge.
  15. I was thinking about this, ironically while playing Age of Empires II HD over christmas, and while we know the first instance of the tentacle fetish depicted in art in "The Dream of the Fisherman's wife" in 1814, I'm curious if there's anything like that for omorashi. How far back does our fetish go? Any of the historically minded have any information on this?