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  1. My new c4s store if anyone is interested. Im not posting here to advertise but me and my friend have been working hard at making good videos for the past few weeks. Should be opening in the next few days. She wants to raise money for tuition for school! We work very hard and spend a few hours editing, shooting, etc making good videos of Shannon wetting her pants, as well as drive many miles as we find places to make the videos. Not to mention she loves energy drinks so I get her one each time before she wets. Do not upload any videos here please or anywhere else! Show some love if you're interested! The clips are mostly done in public situations https://clips4sale.com/studio/115952/shannons-sexy-wetting-clips
  2. Hello, been a little while... Here is a recent commission from another omorashi.org community member! I was given permission to share it here, and I do so as a big thank you to you all in this community, and all its administrators, operators and owners! EDIT - Yes I am open for commissions! TY for the inquiries thus far! ALT LINK: https://ibb.co/e5VMOQ
  3. Hey people this link came up on my facebook i followed the link but didn't find the actual video except soem pictures from it. So if anyone could find it and upload the whole video her it would be awesome. There is 2 drunk girls pissing outside this pizza restaurant and a guy is filming most of the stuff, one pees directly on the ground while the other pees half standing up. While this is happening a feminist appears to talk forward to this guy about what he is doing is completely wrong. here is the link for the site i found it on: http://dudecomedy.co/feminist-gets-triggered-after-guy-films-two-drunk-girls-pissing-outside-pizza-shop/
  4. *This is a fan-fiction about the empress of Shadowfall in one of my favorite games growing up, Adventure Quest Worlds (AQW). The game is pretty fun and it's got a lot of beautiful in-game arts but it does get repetitive with the gameplay. Anyway, here was Gravelyn going through some tough times... "The Darkness welcomes you, Servants of Evil. From this day forward, you will serve me in aiding the Alliance and, more importantly, Shadowfall and you will forever be opposed to the Queen of Monsters. Today, you will all be assigned to guard duty. Seek out General Tibias for further instruction. As undead, you will not be allowed to speak. Let your thoughts be as silent as the endless void or have your soul be taken by the Archfiend (*I'm an Archfiend guy). Now, go. And long unlive the Shadowscythe." "Long unlive the Shadowscy-" "SILENT!" Gravelyn yells while leaning forward and dropping a hammer fist onto the hand rest of her throne. Her long, red hair accompanies Gravelyn in her movement before she burns the memory of her new subjects' fear of her into their skulls. "Arrr-arrrrreeeeeeewwwwwwwww!" The skeletons reply. She nods. They run. "Alright, Chuckles, is there anything else?" Gravelyn asks her loyal, first undead creation. He laughs maniacally. "Good. Now, I must get back to planning our defenses. Do not disturb me unless it is of utmost importance, Chuckles." "Heeeeeeeeeheeeeeeeheeeeeeeheeeeeheeeeeheeeeeheeeeeheeeeeheeeeeheeeee," he replies. "Thank you." She stands up and starts walking to her room, the bedroom. Ever since she could understand who her father was, Sepulchure of the Legends, she's always want to achieve his level of greatness. To make him proud is the greatest reason of all for her to train herself like this, both physically and mentally. And today's training is both. As a child, she'd watched him spend countless hours of the night planning, conquering, and sitting atop of his throne. Because of this, she'd always wondered about how she had never seen him... well, excuse himself. Never before in her life had she ever her father needing the other throne when just a couple days ago she had to order the hero (*that's you, player) to collect souls for her to make into a new cape because she had dribbled a bit on her old one during a planning with her generals where she had cloaked herself so well that she could've quite possibly (probably not) peed herself without anyone noticing because there were so many layers that she had shoved between her legs. It's simply unacceptable for her to be so weak anymore even though she now knows that it was the Darkness' takeover that had made her father inhuman (in more ways than one). Though she would never judge her father harshly, Gravelyn had vowed to never let the Darkness do the same to her. If I am to succumb to my simple bodily needs so easily... I wouldn't be a worthy ruler. That's why I must endure it. I HAVE to make my bladder stronger! She thinks to herself before clamping her thighs together. Almost there... But she's not going to the bathroom. She's only heading to her room, the bedroom. Arriving just before having to bounce her knees twice and nearly grabbing herself, she goes to light candles all around her. In order to practice my... 'meditation', I re-require absolute i-isolation. The thought that her father could still be lingering in the darkness absolute terrifies her. Bladder training is perhaps her greatest enemy just shy of the Queen of Monsters and Drakath. She had left 'him' (her father's half-soul being a sword and all) in the throne room but she needed to be certain. It isn't just her father, after all, after thinking about it. It is all the monsters around her. The Nation was once a completely independent thing from the Shadowscythe, therefore, it isn't far-fetched to think that Nulgath could be spying on her sometimes for whatever devious reason. Bottom line: she just can't risk it. Alright, here we go. With that, Gravelyn kneels down and closes her eyes. She slows her breathing and allows her mind to fill with messages from her bladder. Every pang, she imagines, is like a minute gone by. She imagines herself staying like this for an eternity. Sleeping like the Queen of Monsters was and gaining incredible power with each passing time and when she wakes, she would be able to crush the Queen like a bug. An insignificant little insect. ... She also imagines the hero being there with her, near lifeless until a smile spreads across the hero's face. Thanks. Oh, geez, I thought I was a goner, the hero would say. I'm sorry for leaving you for all this time, hero, but I had to get stronger, Gravelyn would reply with. And you did. You're so amazing, Gravelyn. I'm sorry I couldn't stop the Queen by myself. But you are strong. Still far stronger than any other hero I have ever met. You... you've met with other heroes? Hmm, hush now. Save the tough act for another time. I suppose. ... Well, aren't you going to do it? What do you mean? Kiss me. Wh-what? Why would I want to - Gravelyn, you're ruining the moment. ... ..... ....... ......... ... damn you, hero. Fine. They finally lock lips. The hero suddenly gains the strength to carry on further, wrapping an arm around her waist as the other hand moves up to stroke her hair. She slowly crawls over on top of the hero as they continue, euphoria rushing while their hands start to wander. Soon, she becomes wet. ... Oh, no. Snapping back to reality, her hands make a mad dash to her front nether region to find it partially soaked. Wait, soaked?! That's ten times worst than wet! Indeed, her crotch was soaked. There is a small puddle under her as she feels more about to escape. Damn it, I still have to go! And it's still really bad. I must get to the bathroom! Feeling like she's overdone the whole 'meditation' thing, Gravelyn rushes to her private lavatory when suddenly... "Heeeeeeeeeheeeeeeeheeeeeeeheeeeeheeeeeheeeeeheeeeeheeeeeheeeeeheeeee," says a voice from the outside. "NOT now Chuckles!" Grave replies. "Heeeeeeeeeheeeeeeeheeeeeeeheeeeeheeeeeheeeeeheeeeeheeeeeheeeeeheeeee." "I can't wait!" She says and immediately blushes as red as her hair as realization dawns on her that she had just stated her predicament rather bluntly and un-tough-empress-like. "Heeeeeeeeeheeeeeeeheeeeeeeheeeeeheeeeeheeeeeheeeeeheeeeeheeeeeheeeee?" "I-I mean, 'it' can w-wait...!" She says before her bladder sprays her legs (and armor) with pee and creates another pungent puddle (this one rather large) down under her feet. The momentary distraction had made her pee herself. N-no, I can't stop now! I'm too close! She thought as she continues to run to the bathroom. She finds the toilet and finally flops down with a wet smack! before letting go of her bladder completely, further destroying the sanctity of her dignity and clothing. Droplets of her shame had stained the floor while she was on her way to the bathroom but the relief is sooo worth it for her (for now, anyway). "Ooooohhhhhhh...!" She moans quietly before realizing what she was doing and cupping a hand over her mouth... before removing that hand because it smells like pee. Well, that was... something else, she thinks to herself, quite surprise at how nice the release was. The stimulation caused by her peeing definitely capitalized on the result of her imagination from before and she doesn't quite know how she feels about it... Maybe I need to understand this to truly be able to control myself? Hmm, not a bad idea.
  5. female

    (Please take note that this takes place in the "Batman: The Animated Series" universe, and that this is my first interactive story) Uh oh... Harley Quinn silently followed behind Mister J. Her makeup had been washed from her face by the Gotham River, only a bit of her eyeliner and lipstick remaining. Her outfit was soaked. Boy, she would definitely have to get the Bat back for this. But that wasn't on her mind right now. The main problem she was focused on was her partner, Mister J. His footsteps squished with every step as they walked into his Ha-Hacienda, the lights turned off from when they had left. He dripped dirty river water, ripping off the glove stuck to his right hand, squeezing it in his left as he walked slowly towards the darkness. His dark green hair had become almost black, the curling in on itself and resting on his forehead. He's never this quiet, not even when that psychopath beats him and ruins my puddin's plan. "Y... You feelin' okay, hon?" Her voice quivered as the Joker stomped up into the upper level of the hideout. "How do you think I feel, Harley?" Mister J clasp his hands behind his back, holding the glove between his hands. "The Bat barges in right on time, makes us put back all the money we hadn't put in the car, then you crash my car into the sea, making us lose the rest of our profit!" "B-Batman took out on of the tires, M-Mister J, I-I couldn't-" "You couldn't?!" He turned back to her, a wide, angry frown spread across his face. "That's all I've heard you say this last few weeks! 'Sorry puddin', I couldn't get a good shot on him'," his voice became high, speaking with a poor imitation of Harley's accent. "'Sorry hon, I couldn't get to you fast enough', 'Sorry Mista J, I couldn't find my wallet'. Every time I need you for something, you're never there, you're never prepared!" he brought his gloveless right hand up to his forehead, trying to rub his pain away. The Joker turned away from her, looking back up towards the end of the staircase. "I'm beginning to think you're doing this on purpose, Harley..." Harley gasped, shocked that he would even doubt that she was loyal. "I would never, Mister J!" "Well, what am I supposed to think when you keep ruining my plans?" He stepped up to the second level. "Maybe it's about time I found someone else to help me..." Mister J stepped into their room and quickly closed the door on Harley. She quickly rushed up to the door, knocking. "Puddin', don't say that!" She said with tears in her eyes. She couldn't lose her Mister J, she wouldn't be able to live with out him! "Please, I'll rob a bank for ya!" "That's the oldest joke in the book, think of something clever." "I-I'll capture the Bat and bring him to you!" "You did that the last time..." "What do you want me to do, hon?!" Harley pulled down the head of her costume, her blonde locks rolling down onto her shoulders. She pressed an ear to her door. "I'll do anything!" Mister J remained silent for a moment, before a sudden gasp came from the other side of the door. It pushed open, nearly knocking her down the stairs. He stepped out with a large smile, wider than usual. "I've got it!" "Whatever you want, puddin'!" Harley smiled widely, "You can hold your bladder!" Her happy smile quickly curled into a confused frown, her head tilting askew slightly. "Excuse me, Mister J?" "What? It's a slow, yet satisfying joke, with a big climax to send it off! Doesn't it sound great?!" "'Course, hon." Harley forced a smile, despite still being rather confused. Whatever it takes to make my puddin' happy. "Now, you'll hold it for as long as I want you to, now won't you, Harley?". "Whatever my puddin' wants." She followed behind him. ------------ What should Mister J make Harley Quinn do first? [1]: Give Harley a bottle of water and allow her to continue with the rest of her day [2]: Make Harley go out and rob a few places to make up for what they lost, all while she continues to intake fluids [3]: Spend the rest of her day with him, doing whatever he likes for her to do [4]: Other/Write-in
  6. I made a topic like this a while ago, and I decided to do it again with more videos. Girl peeing while ironing http://www.wetting-video.com/video/1466/cute-german-woman-evilbitch-wets-her-jeans-ironing-clothes Girl wetting herself while walking http://www.wetting-video.com/video/1374/a-quick-one Girl wetting herself while being interviewed http://www.wetting-video.com/video/1332/interview-goes-wrong Girl peeing while taking funny photos at Mc Donald's (It's repost but I think it's Ok if I put it in this topic) http://www.wetting-video.com/video/1288/pee-pantie-in-mac-donald I'm not sure if she peed, but the tittle says Working out and wetting. I have seen pee videos of her, so I think it's true http://www.wetting-video.com/video/1008/working-out-and-wetting girl wetting her panties while being operated in gyno chair http://www.wetting-video.com/video/710/girl-in-gyno-chair
  7. I want to try to creat ean interactive story. It probably won't be that good as I've never done this before but I'd love to try. Let's start by talking about the character. Name: A: Talia B: Alice C: Rosanna Skin: A: Pale B: Mixed C: Dark Height: A: Short B: Average C: Tall Hair: A: Blonde B: Ginger C: Black Just reply with the letters of the options you want and I'll continue in a couple of days.
  8. I'm a gonna try a short story from the female perspective. Just cause...... Chapter 1: Hi All. My name is Tori, and I want to tell you a story. It's a real story, not made up at all, apart from my real name of course, and I'm itching to tell someone. Most of you guys and girls on here probably know me as "BrandiPee." That's been my name on the boards for years. I guess I'm pretty well known here. I've written a few stories, got a high post count, shit, some of you might even remember that time a few years back when I was even a Mod! Yeah, I know, we don't talk about that. It didn't end well. But, up until now, not many of you knew my real name. Now you do. I'm Tori. The reason I'm "coming out?" Simple. I've got a story to tell, and I want to be completely honest. That's gotta include my real first name for some reason. I don't know why. It just does. A lot of you will already have a kind of idea as to why shit like that is important to me. For those that don't, it's easy. Im a fucking psycho. Okay. That's a definite exaggeration, but needless to say, I got me some issues. In a nutshell, for those that don't already know: :I'm female, 22, and still at college. It's Arts this year. Got no real idea exactly how I'm doing academically, but, meh. I can always try something different next year. See, daddy's rich. I live by myself, off campus, and I don't need to work to support or fund myself. I'm not exactly spoiled, not in the true sense of the word, but nor am I needy. Daddy gives me enough of an allowance to live on, without living too extravagantly. Let's just say I get by fairly comfortably. Why you ask? 'Cause I'm a bit messed up. Fuck knows why. Never had any major trauma or shit to deal with, but I'm not exactly sociable. Im fine at school. No pressure on there. I mean, yeah there's pressure, but it's only school. You can get a re-do if you've got a generous daddy. But, outside of school, I suck at grownup stuff. I do stuff like register and insure my truck, pay my rent and phone bill, basic utilities, and buy food, but I can't seem to actually handle working grownup jobs with real people. The last time I tried, I could've gone to jail because of that bitch, Jennifer, if it hadn't been for daddy's money and lawyer. I can't help it, I just don't like people very much. They irk me. It's not like I don't have any friends. I do. Really. Just not close ones. I get invitations. I go out. Went to a party last Saturday actually, I just didn't stay long. Crowds irk me. A lot of you guys and girls on here already know I can be a bit abrupt sometimes. Or yeah, (@babysteve26) perhaps a bitch even. I'm still sorry for that steve, really. As I've said countless times before, I've got problems. Shit, I've ranted about them often enough on here before, so most longstanding members will know. Ive got depression. Anxiety. Probably ADHD, maybe Autism. Fuck. I don't know. All I know is, I function a lot better at school than I do in the real world. At least at school I can just walk out, even if I fail. Grownups can't do that. But I want to grow up. At least with some things. Im 22, and still a virgin. Physically, I don't think there's too much wrong. I mean, yeah, I'm perhaps a bit on the heavy side, maybe a few pound overweight, but I'm not a blimp. But the frumpy brown hair and glasses probably don't help much. It's not like I'm hideous or anything. Just plain. Plain with a bad attitude. Stuff just irks me sometimes. I get argumentative, pig-headed, and obnoxious, especially if I know I'm right, which I always am when I'm in that mood. Im in that mood a lot. So, when you're a short, slightly overweight female, with a bad attitude, poor temperament, plain looks, occasionally acute social anxiety, and no real worldly experience outside of college and a couple of trips to Bali, not to mention a weird sexual fetish, well, you're not exactly a prime catch, are you? I might even be Asexual. Pansexual. Homosexual. I don't know. "Different Sexual?" As most of you know, I like diapers and omorashi. I like wetting myself. I enjoy having potty accidents. I like age play. I love being a baby. I like being little. This again only added to the difficulty I've had with losing my virginity. You see, whatever "sexual" I might be, I'm a very sexual person. Its just apart from the omo and diaper bit, nothing much ever turns me on, or should I say no"body."I'm neither attracted to male nor female, gay or straight, black or white, fat or thin. I just like wetting myself and wearing diapers, that's all. That's why I spend so much time on here. I might argue with you guys, but at least we've got something in common, aye? But, as the topic suggests, I've got a confession. Well, not really a "confession," but a "tell all." Ive been dropping hints for a few months about the guy I've been seeing. A lot of you have asked, and I've refused to say. But I DID say I'd tell all if anything ever happened, and it did, so here I am to tell you about it.
  9. I have several questions for women who tried these "hardcore" stimulations while having a bulging bladder: 1) Did you ever try to do any kind of peehole stimulations whenever you had a full bladder and a huge urge to pee? 2) If so, did it increase your urge to pee somehow or does it help to hold it in? 3) Do uncontrollable leaks happen? 4) Did you ever try any kind of butt plugs or dildos in your crotch when being desperate to pee? 5) Does it help hold your pee or increase your urge to go?
  10. When I was at school I was really lucky in that I saw loads of desperation, and I’ve written up a few of the more memorable sightings. My school was pretty strict with toilet breaks. Often teachers would not let us go to the toilets in class, especially if the class was straight after breaktime/lunchtime. If they did let us go, we had to get a yellow card from them (a ‘toilet pass’) which we had to take to the main school office, sign our name on a sheet, get the toilet key from them and then finally hurry to the toilets, unlock them and then finally get relief. These aren’t in any sort of order but I’ll start with this one since it happened in the first few weeks of starting at secondary school. At the end of a final lesson of the day, we were all stood around waiting to go, then the teacher realised that she needed to hand out letters to us about a field trip. The bell rang but she told us to wait until we’d been given our letters. A short, cute dark haired girl sitting across the table from me was clearly dying for a pee, bobbing up and down on the spot and crossing her legs. She noticed me looking at her and she gave a sheepish grin and said ‘I really need a wee!’ The teacher was still on the other side of the classroom so it would be a while before she reached our table. The desperate girl then held herself between the legs with both hands for a couple of seconds, bobbing up and down in an exaggerated pee dance. ‘Ooh hurry up!’ she said laughing. When the teacher finally handed us the letters the girl ran out of the room towards the toilets. This is actually one of the first times I remember seeing a girl truly desperate for a pee and it definitely sparked my interest in desperation :P This also happened in the first few weeks of school. After school let out a group of us were waiting outside for a few of our friends to turn up so we could all walk home together. One of the girls (a very cute, short, brown-haired girl) suddenly sighed loudly, crossed her legs and said quietly ‘I’m dying for a piss but I don’t know where the toilets are.’ We were at school from 8.45am (half an hour earlier if you count the walk there) to 3.30pm, so she must have been really, really desperate to go. I don’t remember what happened after but I have a feeling just bit her lip and waited until she got home at around 4pm. The fact that she didn’t know where the toilets were meant that she’d been going for around 8 hours a day without a toilet break, unless she was just joking around. In maths which was last lesson of the day, a cute, tall, slim girl with long brown hair went straight up to the teacher as soon as she walked into the room. I noticed she was quite red in the face and was fidgeting like crazy, and she could barely stand still for a second, and I was sure she was asking if she could go to the toilet. The teacher said she could, and gave her the pass. My seat was right near the door to the room and I watched her walk out, biting her lip. When she got to the door she couldn’t open it straight away because it was a little stuck. She bobbed on the spot and said ‘ohhh come on’, tugging at it harder, before it opened and she hurried out to the toilets. In religious studies, also last lesson of the day, a really attractive blonde girl who was sat behind me put her hand up and asked the teacher if she could go to the toilet. He said no, and I glanced around to see her looking like she was about to cry. She was really desperate, and she was whispering something to her friend sat beside her, leaning forwards in her seat with her hands under the desk. Her friend, who was known for being a bit of a loudmouth, told our teacher that the girl was really desperate and couldn’t wait until the end of the lesson. While he said this, the girl next to him was leaning forwards, biting her lip and staring at the teacher with a pleading expression, blushing like crazy. Finally he gave in and let her go, and she sprinted out of her seat, grabbed the pass and ran out of the room. She came in a little while later, still blushing, but looking very relieved. In science class, I heard a group of girls behind me talking to the teacher, and one of them asked him if she could go to the toilet. He said no, and wouldn’t change his mind despite the girls trying to persuade him. He walked back to the front of the room and I saw one of the girls (who’d asked to go) putting her head on the desk in mock frustration. A bit later she asked again, and despite her looking really desperate (sitting bouncing her legs and fidgeting in her seat) the teacher wouldn’t let her go. At the end of the lesson when everyone was stood up waiting for the bell to ring, she hurried to the front of the room and stood in front of the teacher with her legs pushed tightly together, bouncing up and down on the spot. ‘Can I please go sir? It’s coming out’ she said, and he laughed but soon saw she was seriously in need of a pee, and after she asked a few more times he let her out early. In a music lesson one afternoon, I was waiting outside the classroom waiting for the teacher with a couple of others when one of our classmates joined us – a curvy but cute olive-skinned girl with black hair. She looked into the room and bit her lip. ‘I really need a wee’ she said to nobody in particular, dancing on the spot (shifting her weight from foot to foot while bouncing up and down slightly). Finally our teacher came to let us in, and the girl went straight over to her, telling her that she ‘Really needs the toilet’. The teacher was new, and wasn’t sure on what to do, so it took her a while to find the toilet pass. While she was looking for it in her office, the girl seemed to be getting more and more anxious, fidgeting more and more. ‘Oh come on how long does it take?’ she said quietly as the teacher was out of earshot. Finally, she was given the pass and hurried out of the room to get some much needed relief. Also in music class, but this time in the morning, a cute blonde girl admitted that she ‘needs the loo dead badly’ with about five minutes of the lessons still to go. We were finished with the classwork so we were just stood around waiting for the bell to ring. She could hardly stand still, and she was leaning on tables, crossing her legs and bouncing from foot to foot. Someone made her laugh and she bent over forwards with her hands on her skirt, clearly trying not to wet herself. When the bell went she left quickly in the direction of the toilets. The same blonde girl as above also ended up getting desperate in an afternoon maths lesson, and luckily she was sat directly behind me. About halfway through the hour long lesson she muttered ‘I need a wee’, and as the lesson went on she said it a couple of more times, although this time it sounded more urgent and her voice was tense. A boy sat in front of me (pretty well known for being the class joker) turned around and asked her loudly what it felt like, and she laughed and described it as a ‘tingling feeling’. At the end of the lesson she walked quickly down the corridor towards the toilets, trying to push her thighs together as she walked. During an English lesson one afternoon we were all sat around in a circle in one of the drama studios, about to listen to our teacher read from a book we were studying. I noticed one cute and curvy brown-haired girl sat across from me was fidgeting in her seat, looking anxious and biting her lip. Not everyone had their copy of the book with them so he asked them to get it, and the girl I’d noticed before walked past me on the way to get the book from her bag. As she walked past I heard her breathing pretty heavily and give a little stifled moan, almost like a squeak. She sat back down and I watched her closely while the teacher began to read to us. She couldn’t sit still, and was constantly shifting position, sitting her legs crossed, then apart, then with both feet on the chair, then with one foot under her (pressing on her heel to help her wait, I guess). After about 45 minutes of reading we were put into small groups and told to discuss what we had just read. Luckily for me, I was put into the same group as the girl I’d been watching squirm around, and I got to watch her desperately trying to hold in her piss without being too obvious for another few minutes before the teacher came over to see how we were getting on. She teacher commented that she wasn’t saying much and she admitted that she really needed the toilet, and luckily for her the teacher let her go. On the way out the room she passed a set of toilets and I saw her push on the door, only to find it locked. She stamped her foot in annoyance and bit her lip, hurrying off the office to get a key. She came back about 5 minutes later looking extremely relieved. This one involves the same girl as above, also in an afternoon English lesson. I saw her get up out of her seat and ask the teacher if she could go to the toilet, he said yes and she was just about to leave the room when he called her back in and said she had to wait for someone else to come back first (the school had a rule that only one person was allowed out of the classroom at one time). She stood waiting, leaning against a table, biting her lip and resting her hands in front of her skirt with her legs crossed. It looked like she was dying to push her hands between her legs but couldn’t while stood in front of the entire class. After a few more minutes of desperate waiting, the other person came back and she was allowed to hurry off to the toilets. In a science class one morning, two girls (both slim and attractive, one blonde and one brunette) sat on the same table as me were acting really hyper, giggling all lesson and annoying the teacher. They stood up and started messing around with some equipment at the front of the room, when the teacher told them to sit down and behave. This sent them into hysterical laughter, and they were clearly having trouble holding onto their pee, because both of them were holding themselves in plain view of everyone in the class. The blonde girl ended up in floor, barely able to speak she was laughing so hard, squeezing herself between her legs with both hands. In between breaths, she shouted ‘It’s coming out, it’s coming out!’ The bell rang for the end of the lesson soon after, but I doubt either of them made it to the toilets without a few leaks. In yet another science class just before lunchtime, a curvy brunette asked the teacher if she could go to the toilet, but unfortunately for her, the teacher said no. She walked to the front of the room and asked again a few minutes later, clearly bursting, but the teacher said that she wasn’t supposed to let anybody out of the lesson. The girl crossed her legs and pleaded with her, saying that she really needed to go, but the teacher (though sympathetic) told her she’d have to hold on until the end of the lesson (which was around 30 minutes away). The bursting girl bit her lip, walking back to her seat. As she walked past me, she saw me looking at her, and she said ‘Ever get the feeling you’re gonna pop?’ while gently rubbing her bladder with one hand. About 5 minutes before the end of the lesson she went up to the teacher one last time, asking if she could go out early. She looked really desperate by now, bouncing up and down with her legs crossed as she pleaded with the teacher. It took some persuading, but the teacher finally let her leave the lesson before the bell rang. ‘Ooh thanks Miss!’ she said, hurrying out of the room while trying to keep her thighs pushed together, one hand resting on the front of her skirt. In maths, last lesson of the day, we were all getting ready to leave, standing behind our chairs while waiting for the bell to ring. A very cute, slim blonde girl sat in front of me stood up and immediately crossed her legs, leaning forwards onto the back of her chair. ‘I need a wee NOW’ she said quietly to the girl sat next to her, biting her lip and looking at the clock on the wall. There was a netball tournament straight after school that day and the teacher said that anybody playing could leave early, and a few of the girls left, including the desperate blonde girl. I don’t think she was playing in the tournament, but obviously she didn’t want to wait until the bell rang before she could go and relieve herself. I also saw that same cute blonde girl desperate one time after school ended. She was standing waiting for a friend, legs tightly crossed. When her friend arrived the blonde girl hugged her and they began chatting. Her friend wanted to go across the school to talk to a teacher, and the blonde girl said ‘Ok but I really, really, really need a wee’ bouncing frantically from foot to foot to show how badly she needed to go. They then hurried off to the toilets. After a practice exam one afternoon, I was sat next to a really cute blonde girl I’d known since primary school. She was leaning back in her seat with her legs stretches out in front of her, one crossed over the other. The teacher had left the room for a minute so we were all chatting amongst ourselves, the blonde girl said that she needed a wee, but of course she couldn’t go because the teacher wasn’t there to ask. Another girl sat nearby overheard and told her to just go out and pee because it can be harmful to hold it in, but the blonde girl stayed put, saying she didn’t want to get into trouble. I shook my water bottle in her direction to annoy her and she bit her lip and punched me on the arm, fidgeting around in her seat. After a few more minutes the bell rang and the teacher came back into the room to dismiss us. The girl quickly stood up and bounced on the spot as she put her pens back into her pencil case. Suddenly, she turned to her friend sat nearby and said ‘Can you pack my things into my bag for me, I’m really desperate for a wee’ and ran out of the room to the toilets. On the last day of school it was kind of a tradition for people to wear white shirts over their usual school uniform for people to sign and write messages on. A few people would also meet up in the morning before school began to drink alcopops in the woods just behind the school. In the first lesson of the day, one of the girls, a very cute brunette who’d obviously been drinking as she was a bit tipsy, loudly announced that she needed a wee asked the teacher if she could go to the toilet. He refused, as it was only the first lesson and he thought she was just going to go out into the corridor and go into other classrooms to find people to sign her shirt. She looked a bit annoyed and took the shirt off, saying that she just needed the toilet and would come straight back. One of her friends poked her in the bladder and said ‘Sir, she really does need to go’ and the girl gasped and bit her lip, stepping backwards away from her friend’s probing fingers. After a bit of persuading, the teacher let her go and she hurried off down the corridor to the toilets. Lining up outside our maths classroom one afternoon before the lesson started, I heard a short, really cute brunette girl behind me saying that she ‘needed the loo’. The girl’s toilets were pretty much directly opposite the classroom so she walked to the front of the line, debating about whether to go into the toilets or wait for our teacher to let us in first and then ask her if she could go, since she didn’t want to be late for the lesson. At that moment though, a janitor came past, checked the toilets and then locked them, much to the disappointment of the desperate girl. At that moment the teacher came out of the classroom to let us in, sending the girl to the back of the line. As soon as she walked into the classroom the girl went straight to the teacher, and since I was sat at the back I couldn’t hear what she was saying but it was pretty clear she was asking if she could go to the toilet, and the teacher just shook her head and told her to sit down. She spent the rest of the lesson fidgeting around on her seat, crossing her legs and leaning forwards in her seat with her hands under the table, constantly glancing at the clock on the wall. She sat right near the door so she could see the girl’s toilets just opposite, which must have made it even harder for her to wait. I don’t know what happened after the lesson was over but I’m guessing the toilets were still locked, meaning that she had to wait for somebody to unlock them or go to one of the other sets of toilets in the hope that they’d be open. Sitting in a science lesson just before breaktime, I noticed that a chubby girl sat in front of me was fidgeting in her seat like mad, bobbing her feet up and down and tapping her pen frantically on the desk. I heard her say to the girl sat next to her ‘Ooh I’m dying for a wee’. She squirmed around for the rest of the lesson, before the bell finally rang allowing her to hurry off to the toilets. Every summer our school had a sports day, where we’d have little mini track competitions. I remember one time I was lining up ready to run a 100m sprint, just behind the girls who would be running their race first. Stood in front of me in my lane, waiting to race, was a short, extremely pretty Indian girl, and we were just chatting waiting for her race to start, when she suddenly said ‘I need a wee!’ and started jumping up and down on the spot, hands pushing on the front of her shorts. It must have been really hard to run a race with her full bladder bouncing around inside of her. One lunchtime I was sat in the school library at some kind of reading club we had to do as part of our English class, sitting around in a circle while the librarian read from a book. After she’d finished reading, one of the girls suddenly stood up from her seat and said ‘Miss, can I go to the toilet quickly?’, but the librarian told her to wait a minute while she explained what she wanted us to do next. The girl crossed her legs, and bounced up and down a few times, gritting her teeth, hands hovering in front of her skirt. Finally, she was allowed to go, and she hurried out of the room. One English lesson our teacher didn’t show up, so another teacher came in to watch the class while I was sent to the school office find out where our teacher was (I was given the toilet pass so I had permission to be out of lesson). I went to the office, was told our teacher was stuck in a meeting and would be out soon, and walked back to the classroom. When I got back in, gave the teacher the pass back and took my seat, a really cute curvy brunette walked quickly to the teacher’s desk and said ‘Sir, can I go to the toilet please?’ The teacher shook his head and said that he wasn’t supposed to let anyone go because it wasn’t officially his class to teach. The girl seemed disappointed when she heard this, as she must have been anxiously waiting for me to come back with the toilet pass, probably thinking I’d asked to use the toilet and was allowed. The teacher seemed to notice how badly she had to go, as he asked her if it was an emergency. She said that it was, jiggling on the spot with her hands clasped in front of her to show how badly she needed to go, and he let her out. One lunchtime I was about to walk upstairs when there was some kind of hold-up in the corridor, and we had to wait a minute before we could get through. There were two younger girls behind me, and I heard one of them say ‘If they don’t let us through I’m gonna wet myself’. I turned around to see her standing with her legs crossed and arms folded impatiently. Eventually, the hold up cleared and as I climbed the stairs I turned back to find them both hurrying quickly to the toilets down the corridor. Nearing the end of breaktime I was standing around chatting with a few friends when I noticed one of the girls was constantly fidgeting around, crossing one leg over the other and knocking the heel of her shoe against the toe of the other one, occasionally bobbing on the spot. She asked her friend to come with her to the toilets but her friend refused seeing as it was nearly the end of break and she didn’t want to be late for the next lesson, and told her to ‘hold it in’. The bursting girl replied that she ‘didn’t have the capacity to hold’, and I think she ended up hurrying to the toilets by herself. Near the start of yet another afternoon maths lesson I noticed a cute curvy girl with reddish-brown hair standing near the front of the room, while the teacher was rooting around on her desk for something. The girl was blushing like crazy, talking to someone while leaning forwards onto a table, bouncing up and down with her legs crossed. She then stood up and started wringing her hands in front of her while dancing on the spot, clearly dying to pee. The teacher picked up a set of keys from the desk and walked quickly out of the room, followed closely by the desperate, blushing girl, opening the toilets for her which were just opposite the classroom. The girl came back in a few minutes later looking extremely relieved and still blushing. A girl at the back shouted out and asked her if she was feeling relieved, and the blushing girl nodded, still grinning. Teachers were not supposed to open the toilets for students but it was obviously an emergency, and she must have seen just how desperate the poor girl was and took pity on her. I saw this same girl desperate again a few weeks later. I was leaving the classroom after the bell rang to signal the end of school when I saw her hurrying down the corridor, stopping to talk to another girl who’d just left the same class as me. She looked extremely frantic, bouncing up and down on the spot and bending forwards with her hands on her bladder. I didn’t hear what she was saying exactly but I think it was something about the toilets being locked, and that they’d have to stop somewhere on the way home so she could pee. I also saw this same girl desperate again in an afternoon science lesson. As soon as she walked into the lesson she seemed very giggly and hyper, annoying the teacher who was known for being one of the strictest in the school. Luckily, her seat was next to mine, and as soon as she sat down she announced that she ‘needed a wee’, and tried to ask the teacher if she could go but since she was laughing so much, he just told her to be quiet. She couldn’t stop laughing so the teacher told her to stand outside the room, and as she walked out she asked again but the teacher denied her. He let her back in a few minutes later, and she was obviously still bursting because she was squirming around on her seat, constantly looking at the clock, frequently announcing that she ‘needs to go’ and ‘really needs the toilet’. Nearing the end of the lesson, she glanced at the clock and said ‘Ohhh only two minutes left’, fidgeting around even more. By now she was finding it hard to sit still even for a second. When the lesson ended I though she’d go straight to the toilets, but later on after school had ended (which was an hour after the science lesson) I saw her with a friend literally sprinting across the school ground in the direction of the toilets. The toilets had obviously been locked so she hadn’t been able to pee after the science lesson, meaning that she’d had to hold it for another hour until school finally ended. She must have been extremely relieved when she finally got chance to go! After school one summer afternoon me and a few friends were in the school recording studio, recording some songs we’d written since we were in a band. Our drummer’s girlfriend, a really cute brunette girl, was with us. About an hour into the recording session I noticed that she was sitting with her legs pretty tightly crossed and was looking a bit tense, and a few minutes later she hurried out of the room. I realised she must have been on the way to the toilets but I knew that by now, they’d be all locked up. She came back in a few minutes later and had obviously found the toilets locked, since she immediately crossed her legs while texting someone. She then told her boyfriend that she’d be gone for a while and would be back later, without saying where she was going. She came back later lucking more relaxed, so either she’d gone to a friends house to pee or had found some toilets in town somewhere. And to end with, some desperate teachers – On the way back from a field trip our teacher, a really attractive olive-skinned woman with medium length black hair, probably in her late 20s/early 30s, was walking down the aisle of the bus we were in, making sure we all had our seatbelts fastened. I couldn’t help but notice that she was gritting her teeth and looked really tense, crossing her legs whenever she was standing still. The bus journey back to school was about 40 minutes, and she looked anxious for pretty much the whole journey. When we got back to school we all went straight to the classroom, even though a few of us asked her if we could go to the toilet. She kept saying no (she was known for never letting anyone out to pee – I remember I was pretty desperate to go before a PE lesson, but when I asked her if I could quickly go she flat out refused, only letting me go when she saw me fidgeting around during the warm-up exercises), and told us that we just had to wait until the end of school, which was in about 20 minutes. She mentioned that she needed to go as well, so if she had to wait, so did we. Eventually though, since so many of us were asking, she gave in and let us go, and I think she took the opportunity to have a nice relieving pee while escorting us all to the toilets. This was just after lunchtime had ended, which I’d spent in the music room working on coursework. I was filing something away in the music office when one of the music teachers, a cute, curly-haired woman in her mid 20s, came in to put something in a file. As she searched through it to find the right place, she was bouncing up and down on the spot, and was singing ‘need a wee, need a wee’ to herself. She finally found the correct place and slipped the piece of paper inside. She then turned to one of the other teachers in the office and said ‘Could you watch my class for me so I can go to the loo?’ before hurrying off without waiting for a reply. One afternoon, I was in the school recording studio, waiting to have some music recorded. In the recording booth were 2 girls singing, with one of the music teachers playing the piano accompaniment. She was in her 40s, slim and good looking, with blonde hair and glasses. She was dressed casually, wearing tight jeans and a purple top. After a few minutes they finished and came out of the booth, and the tech guy played the song back for them to listen to. I noticed her looking tense, her cheeks were flushed and she was bending forwards ever so slightly, hands on her hips. As I watched, she crossed her legs tightly and folded her arms across her chest. After a few seconds she bobbed up and down discretely, and re-crossed her legs the other way, tensing her thighs. She looked absolutely bursting to pee, but was too engrossed in listening to the recording to go. After a minute or so of discrete fidgeting and leg crossing she clearly couldn’t wait another second and quickly excused herself. She turned around and began to walk out of the room, but when she saw me, she came over and asked me what I was going to play. As I told her, she bit her lip and brought one knee up across her crotch and lowered it again, then did the same with the other one, repeating and alternating between each knee. This was the sexiest pee dance I'd ever seen, and I couldn't believe my luck. I tried to delay her, but after I told her about the song I’d be playing she said 'Right, I’ll be back shortly' and hurried out before I could reply. She’d clearly been needing to pee badly for a while but had been so busy with the recordings that she hadn’t managed to find time to go. And finally, the best desperation from a teacher I’ve ever seen! One morning I had a double English lesson, which was 2 hours long. It sounds boring, but it was made better by the fact that I was taught by the most attractive teacher in the school. She was in her mid 20s, slim and tanned with dark brown hair, and was absolutely gorgeous. On this particular day she was wearing a loose white top, grey skirt, and heels that accentuated her sexy legs. Although she was a popular teacher, she was known for being a little on the strict side. One of her rules was that absolutely nobody was allowed to go to the toilet during class, because according to her, we were all old enough to be able to control our bladders. This rule ended up coming back to haunt her! During the first hour of the double lesson I noticed she was drinking a lot of water, eventually finishing off a small bottle. After an hour, we had a short break, and she took the chance to make a big cup of tea. During the second hour I began to notice her fidgeting slightly in her seat, and she kept making mistakes as she read to us the Shakespeare play we were studying. When we still had 45 minutes to go before break, she leaned forwards in her seat and whispered to the front row 'I need a wee!'. All that water she’d been drinking and the cup of tea were clearly beginning to catch up with her. After she finished reading the scene, she stood up to write notes on the board. I kept my eye on her, and sure enough, she was stepping from foot to foot, bending her knees occasionally. She took a step back from the board to read what she had written, and she crossed her legs, saying 'Ahhh I really need a wee, I can't concentrate!'. The best part was still to come though. After she had read the next scene, she stood up from her seat, gingerly stepped over to the table where I was sitting and quite suddenly bent forwards, pushing one hand against the front of her skirt and resting the other on my table, sighing loudly in frustration. She must have been incredibly desperate to be acting so obviously in front of her entire class. The girl next to me laughed and said 'I'd hate being a teacher, not being able to go to the loo even if I was bursting'. My teacher glanced up at the clock with her legs crossed, and said 'Only 15 minutes left, we'll make it' and bobbed on the spot. I think part of her wanted to ask to get someone to cover her lesson for a minute while she hurried off for a pee, but given her rule of never letting her students go she didn’t really have any choice but to wait until the bell. Finally, it was the end of the lesson, and she stood at the door, hurrying us all out. My final memory of that class is my sexy teacher standing at the door, dancing from foot to foot, wringing her hands in front of her skirt.
  11. Hi all. Have you see GIRL DESPERATELY WETTING HER GREY TIGHTS. It's a great, frantic, pee pee dance. (See image below) Anyone have as a file? Thanks! CreativePup GIRL DESPERATELY WETTING HER GREY TIGHTS
  12. “You’re awake.” said a deep, yet imperial voice. Minty’s eyes opened to the dark marble ceiling of the admission room. It was poorly lit, only a few blazing torches lining the walls. As she arose from the bed upon which she laid, Minty’s nostrils were greeted by the scent of old stone, rusted steel as well as the faint odor of blood. “Do you know where you are?” asked the voice. Minty looked around the room. There didn’t appear to be anyone around. “I’m… in the Arena of Desperate Battles, right?” she asked. “That is correct.” said the voice. “You will be fighting against opponents in gladiator-style combat.” Minty nodded. “But it’s like a video game, right? No one actually dies?” “That is correct.” said the voice. “But should you be bested by your opponent, you will still feel death’s sting before you reawaken here.” Minty got from the bed she was laying on, but as she pulled the covers off, she was instantly greeted by the sight of her own bare body. “Wh-Why am I naked!?” she cried, pulling the covers back over her body. “The warriors of this arena do not need the encumbrance of armor or clothing. Modesty has no place in combat.” “All I have is my sword and my pistol then…” “And that is all you will need.” Minty stepped out of the bed, not bothering to cover her body. On a table at the other end of the room, lay a short sword with an ebony hilt, as well as a handgun. “Then I will reclaim my honor!” she said, holding her sword before her. “There is… uh… one other thing.” said the voice. “What’s that?” “It’s something of an… alternate victory condition.” Minty gives the voice a puzzled look. “You see, you can also claim victory if you can make your opponent… urinate.” “Ehhh!?” Minty’s look of puzzlement grew. “I win if my opponent pees!?” “Yes.” said the voice. “The combatants’ bladders will be filling at higher rate than normal. By the same token, you will lose the match if you lose control of your bladder as well.” “So that’s why it’s called the ‘Arena of Desperate Battles’ huh?” Minty nodded. “All right… That seems weird, but I think I got it.” “Very well!” the voice booms. “Then select your first opponent!” You are Minty Chip. You have come to the Arena of Desperate battles in hopes of gaining prestige as a warrior, fighting against various characters of the OmoCommando Universe. There is a twist, however. Not only is a combatant eliminated for having their HP reduced to 0, but they enter battle with rapidly filling bladders. If a combatant empties her bladder in the middle of battle, she automatically loses the match. If a combatant leaks or spurts, she is given a penalty. Upon receiving three penalties, the combatant forfeits the match. As Minty wins battles, she will gain experience and can increase her abilities. The higher an ability, the better Minty will perform in battle. These abilities include: Melee: Overall skill with close range combat, whether it be with a sword, hand-to-hand or any other weapon used at close range. Magic: The ability to cast spells. (At level 1, Minty only knows a basic fire spell. As this level grows, she will learn new spells which will be explained during level-up) Ranged: Overall skill with ranged weaponry, such as guns and bows. Endurance: The ability to endure hits and fight fatigue. Holding: The overall ability to hold one’s pee during a fight, as well as retain bladder control upon be struck in certain sensitive areas. Speed: A general measure of a combatant’s quickness and evasiveness. How to play: Once the opponent is selected and the battle begins, the audience will vote on a battle strategy for her to use that best suits the situation. Most of what I provide will be basic actions such as “sword”, “gun” or “magic” but feel free to provide more elaborate strategies. As battles goes on, the fighters will grow over closer to peeing themselves. Is this going to be violent and bloody? No. It’s a fetish site. Think of this more like comical RPG combat. And as far as pictures go, I’ll probably only be doing one or two so I’m not overwhelmed by things and abandon it like previous stories. We will see how far this goes. Select your opponent: Opponents: World tier: Nikki: Current Arena champion. Fast, deadly melee combatant with exceptional magic skills and a remarkable ability to hold her pee during a fight. In spite of her petit appearance, Nikki is undoubtedly one of the most powerful warriors in the arena. Be prepared for a difficult fight. Current Record: 54 Wins; 44 KO, 10 Peeing || 3 Losses; 0 KO, 3 Peeing Total Rank: 21 Isabel: Special operations soldier of the Republic Fleet with a deadly aim; her ranged combat abilities are unparalleled, but also sports impressive hand-to-hand fighting abilities and even some minor magic capabilities. She can take an amazing amount of abuse in a fight, though her ability to retain bladder control during lengthy matches is average at best. Current Record: 47 Wins; 39 KO, 8 Peeing || 7 Losses; 3 KO, 4 Peeing Total Rank: 21 Natsumi: A mysterious warrior who hails from the outer rim. Known for her peerless swordsmanship and uncanny reflexes, she is a challenge for even the most seasoned of warriors. Also known for impressive endurance and a bladder of steel, Natsumi is a formidable gladiator of the Arena. Current Record: 48 Wins; 36 KO, 12 Peeing || 8 Losses; 5 KO, 3 Peeing Total Rank: 21 Major Tier Erika: An arcane trickster and handy thief from a faraway land. She sports a rapier as well as a bow and arrow, while also wielding some illusory magic abilities. She specializes in no one area but still leads the major tier. Current Record: 24 Wins; 7 KO, 17 Peeing || 13 Losses; 10 KO, 3 Peeing Total Rank: 18 Leila: A rookie cop and dedicated younger sister. Leila is a great shot, has decent hand-to-hand skill, and a rather impressive level of endurance. Her ability to hold in the midst of battle is nothing to scoff at either. Current Record: 21 Wins; 12 KO, 9 Peeing || 7 Losses; 4 KO, 3 Peeing Rayna: A girl who was given the gift of magic through genetic experimentation, she sports a wide array of magic abilities. Nearly every other skill she has, however, is a bit lacking. Especially her ability to hold her pee. Current Record: 14 Wins; 13 KO, 1 Peeing || 12 Losses; 2 KO, 10 Peeing Minor Tier Emma: An diligent medical student and intellectual girl, but Emma is no stranger to combat. She knows how to shoot and she knows how to throw a good kick, in addition to knowing a bit of healing magic. Her pee-holding abilities, however, are in question. Current Record: 14 Wins; 9 KO, 5 Peeing || 15 Losses; 8 KO, 7 Peeing Sammy: A young girl and relatively new fighter, but has shown some fair promise in the use of magic. Due to her physical build, however, she is relatively weak in other areas, including holding Current Record: 3 Wins; 2 KO, 1 Peeing || 3 Losses; 1 KO, 2 Peeing Aimee: A pop-idol who decided to participate in order to gain a bit of publicity at the behest of her agent. In spite of having decent combat abilities, the strength of her bladder is horribly lacking. Current Record: 1 Win; 1 KO, 0 Peeing || 30 Losses; 2 KO, 28 Peeing Edit: Emma nerfed, Aimee win/loss record updated
  13. Yo, so it's finally time to get my version of EoS off the ground! I decided to be lazy and essentially just reuse a story chapter I wrote several months back instead of making something all new, for the simple reason that everything about the female Kirito that I wanted to change from Darksyn's version had already been incorporated on some level into that chapter and I just didn't feel like rewriting it all since this version isn't old enough to suck. So I just took the version from that and modified it to fit its new setting. This story as a whole will be my highly personalized version of the premise that Darksyn is using to write his version. My version of this story is probably going to be absolutely nothing like his version, but I thought it would be instructive to tell you all the main ways that it will differ aside from having a different story. First off, while Darksyn's and mine will both have yuri, the pairings will be different. Darksyn's will be Kiriko/Asuna, whereas mine will be a yuri harem centered around my own completely differently written Kiriko. Second, Darksyn's will have a wide variety of fetish content, both diapered and not, while mine will find a way to put literally every main female lead in diapers relatively quickly after they're introduced. Third, Darksyn's Kiriko will have a DEX/AGI build, while mine will have a STR/AGI hybrid build (also, mine is going to be a solo player who eventually becomes more overpowered than canon Kirito, but you probably won't think of her as a Sue by the time she is). Fourth and finally, the stat scaling for player and monster attributes will, as far as I can tell, be completely different (in my game, no player will start out with more than ten in any stat, and even getting above five in a stat at level one is rare). That's about it. There's not gonna be any fetish content for a few chapters, fair warning. I tend to prefer to take the time to make my readers care about the characters and the setting before delving into that stuff. The bathroom needs system will still be present in the story before the fetish content, however. With everything I wanted to say out of the way, read on! Era of Survival: Rise of the Empress Chapter One: A Little Project “Big sis, I'm going out for kendo practice!” The call came from the other side of my bedroom door. I had expected something like this – I'd heard the footsteps as the speaker approached my room loud and clear. I knew that my sister, Suguha, was probably waiting there for any response I could give. Even a simple, one-word reply would have been enough to satisfy her. Despite this, I didn't say a word or even make a sound. My feet, which I had been dragging from side to side across my stained wooden floor before she approached, had come to a complete halt. Consequently, my black leather computer chair stopped swiveling around, matching my complete stillness and silence to the letter. The door was locked, as it usually was when I was in my room, so she couldn't just come in whenever she felt like it. Her only way of checking on me was to come up to the door and listen for my voice or sounds of movement. And because she was even more painfully straightforward than I was, she didn't even think of not announcing her presence so obviously, so she called out each time, giving me every chance I needed to react like this. Knowing all of these things and taking full advantage of them, I remained as quiet and still as humanly possible in order to wait her out. I didn't want her to know I was even awake. And since it was Sunday, the idea that I could still be sleeping in was conceivable, even at such a late time as twelve-fifty in the afternoon. Eventually, my plan worked. After a grand total of ten seconds of waiting, she began speaking again. “I prepared lunch for you. It's in the fridge whenever you get hungry. In case you're asleep, I'll text you about it in a bit. I'll be hanging out with the club after practice, so I won't be back to log into that game you recommended until tonight. See you then, sis…” I listened to the sound of the footsteps walking away from my room with an ounce of guilt. It wasn't really my style to just give her the silent treatment like this. My reasons for avoiding my sister weren't even her fault – in fact, they had nothing to do with her at all. The only connection they had was that all of my anger, acrimony, and outright hatred was currently directed at her mother… In other words, my aunt. Suguha and I weren't really siblings, but I still thought of her as one because we were very close growing up. Her mother, on the other hand, could barely hide her resentment of me for most of my life, and I'd picked up on it before I was even toilet trained. By this point, I was pretty sure it was because I reminded her of her sister – my real mom – whom I knew was my grandfather's favorite child. A fact which I knew because the old geezer never shut up about it or how I was the spitting image of my mom. And due to a string of events at school over the past year, we were having a difference of opinions over our living arrangements. I wanted to move somewhere else, to basically run away from some people I'd accidentally alienated, I did admit, and well… she didn't like that idea. In all fairness, she had the stronger argument on her side, but the way she was handling the problem didn't exactly scream parental figure of the year. “I already bailed your sorry ass out of one school system, kid. I'm not doing it again for a reason that isn't even half as valid like this.” My current personal pick for the next cover model of Punchable Face Magazine actually said that right to my face just the night before. Was I supposed to thank her for doing what any sensible parent would have done in light of the circumstances? Even right after she blatantly told me my current problems weren't important enough to warrant similar actions? "Go to hell, Midori," I muttered under my breath, making sure to be quiet in case my sister was still in the house. What a joke. That jealous hussy just wanted to watch me suffer in a way that my real mom, who was dynamic, outgoing and didn't struggle to be social or keep her friends, never did. The only thing I seemed to inherit from my mother was her physique, from the well developed figure to the incredibly short height. My personality, intelligence and thought patterns? They basically came straight from my dad with no alterations, as much as I hated it most of the time. This was why I didn't want to talk to Suguha at the moment. I couldn't let it slip that I was fighting with her mom. Or even worse, let it slip that her mom was my aunt, and that we were actually cousins, which I had tactfully kept hidden from her for the past five years. So until my emotions cooled down a little, I had decided to hold off on speaking with my sister as much as possible. BZZ-BZZ This noise, coupled with a subtle shaking feeling coming from the inside pocket of my dark gray denim jacket, interrupted my thoughts to notify me that I'd received an email. A single buzz would have been a text, and three of them would have been an app notification, but the presence of only two, along with the current time, told me exactly what to expect. Rather than get out my phone, I swung my computer chair around to face my desk, where three large, high-resolution monitors, both blackened due to inactivity, stood next to each other in a way that made them look like the three obtusely angled sides of a trapezoid in a geometry problem. Under the desk, there was another surface, attached to the one above it with a sliding mechanism. It was currently rolled under the desk, hiding what I kept there. I slid it out, and a keyboard and computer mouse appeared over my bare frightfully pale legs, still kept slender yet toned from my kendo days and the regular indoor weight training routine I’d kept even after I quit the sport. Since I almost never went outside except to go home, to school, or to certain stores, my skin looked significantly closer to that of a white American than that of a Japanese girl. In fact, my own family members all had considerably darker skin than I did, and they weren't even super huge on outdoor exercise or outdoor activity in general. When boys around me at school thought I couldn't hear, many of them described it as a charm point… and coupled with the other such points they'd discuss, I usually had to fight back a shudder of revulsion and the urge to slap them across the face. Knowing my bizarrely and disproportionately high physical strength, I could very possibly snap their necks by accident if I actually went through with a slap like that. Shaking my head to clear it of such morbid thoughts, I shifted the mouse, and all three monitors lit up, showing three different screens. The cursor moved to the one on the far right, which showed my work email inbox. It had just updated to show the new mail I'd received. The sender was just the person I'd been expecting to hear from around this point. I clicked on it, and it popped up in a little miniature window on the side of the screen. Sender: Kayaba-Sensei Subject: A Quick Notification I trust that your copy of EoS came safely in the mail. I wanted to inform you that upon successfully logging in for the first time, your account will be that of a normal player. Your developer status has been suspended to make it fair on the other players. That was all it said. I'd been corresponding with him since shortly before summer vacation, and to date, he'd never sent a message longer than a mid-sized paragraph. He was very brief and to the point, always conveying everything he needed to and nothing more. The honorific I used to refer to him, sensei, was purely sarcastic. He was hands down the smartest person I'd ever met, but as much as I'd tried to learn from him about his craft, the man had never taught me a damn thing I didn't already know. Sometimes I got the distinct impression that he avoided telling me anything new just to screw with me, but he was more the serious type, so it didn't really add up. And besides, though he never directly taught me anything, he sure didn’t keep me from learning things on his own, like the programming language he literally invented from scratch for the game he’d just called EoS. Said game, the acronym of which stood for Era of Survival, was a little project he'd been working on for quite some time. It was an MMORPG, and the first of its kind on the particular hardware it used. Back around the time summer vacation was about to start, Kayaba scouted me as a beta tester. He found me through my blog, where I built and sold custom high end computers, often with modified operating systems to fit the recipient, and had quite the reputation for being one of the best and most reasonably priced in my field throughout all of Japan. I also did computer repairs and upgrades, reviewed new parts shortly after they came out, and gave advice to people looking to build one themselves, which only added to my popularity. Still, my reputation aside, it never really added up how he managed to find me. After all, I was a computer nerd, albeit a multifaceted and successful one, and he was a revolutionary quantum physicist who happened to have an interest in the gaming industry for reasons I never understood. Realistically speaking, our paths shouldn't have normally crossed. Yet he contacted me through my blog's dedicated email, asking to meet up, and after asking me a few really odd questions, he offered to let me take the last slot of EoS' closed beta, which would take place over summer vacation. As was probably obvious, I accepted, and he gave me a developer account to allow me to see all of the under-the-hood functions of the game. I also had a direct contact line to the programming staff in case I noticed anything that needed adjusting, which I had admittedly used a few times to iron out some particularly big problems I’d found. To be perfectly honest, I was glad that he had decided to take my developer account away. Considering I still vividly remembered everything I'd learned from it, suspending it wouldn't exactly remove my unfair advantage from a knowledge standpoint, but at the very least, I'd have an equal standing with the rest of the players. I didn't like being special in ways I could avoid it, so having a developer account had always bugged me during the test period. Deciding that by this point, there was no way that my sister was still in the house, I clicked the reply button, entered a new subject header, and began typing out my response. I kept it short and to the point, as in tone with that of the message he sent to me as I could muster. Subject: Too late for fairness Considering my memory is eidetic, the damage has kind of been done in terms of giving me an unfair advantage. But I'm still grateful for the gesture, since I'd like to appear as normal as possible, and having a purple "Dev" next to my player name wouldn't exactly make that easy. The game got here just fine, by the way. You did send it first class, after all. I've already got the cartridge in my Nerve Gear, which I set up for use again yesterday, so at this point, I'm just waiting for the hour to turn so I can play. After finishing, I hit send, and the message composition window disappeared. It occurred to me that most people in my shoes probably would have been total kiss-asses. However, it never really occurred to me to treat him as someone special, even if he most certainly was such. Because at the end of the day, whatever his reasoning was, he was the one who sought me out to play his game, not the other way around. So at the very least, this meant he held me in some regard from the start. I got his attention by doing what I normally did, so I never saw any reason to change my behavior. Finished with my correspondence for the moment, my eyes turned to the web page open on my far left monitor. It was a live countdown to EoS’ launch time, down to the thousandth of a second. It was telling me I had about six minutes to kill before the server went online – enough time to take care of the remaining preparations. First on the list, I shifted my gaze to the monitor in the middle, which had my blog’s front page loaded. I wanted to let my followers know I’d be playing the game all day, and therefore that I wouldn’t receive their emails until nighttime. I moved my mouse over to the text box which said “New Blog Entry Here,” then clicked on it and immediately began to type. Just a heads up to all followers and customers, both current and potential: I’ll be playing Era of Survival all day since it launches today, so all emails you send will be responded to after I log off late tonight. Thanks for your patience and understanding! And to those of you whom I convinced to get one of the hundred thousand first release EoS copies: I’ll see you in the game! I’ll be going by the same name I do on this blog for easy identification. And just a heads up: if even a single one of you fuckers steals my username’s normal spelling, you will be entitled to one brutal in game death a day, courtesy of yours truly! See you all online! My message to my followers complete, I quickly hit send and swiveled the chair around to face my room, takins survey of the task that lay before me. The floor wouldn't exactly count as spotless, but it was very well organized. Anything that took up space on the floor was properly packaged or put away – nothing was just lying around messily. However, when my eyes moved about a meter up, I found a completely different picture before me. In the center of the bedroom, I had three card tables set up. Not a single one of them had any spot with even ten centimeters of free space in any direction. Almost all of the surface area was taken up by ongoing projects – at least five half built computers stood out like mountainous islands among everything else strewn about the tables, each surrounded by an amalgam of parts that still needed to be physically installed. I probably didn't have time to finish any of them or make any room, so I turned to the right, coming face to face with my bed, the entrance to my room, and my dark violet walls that I got painted shortly after moving in. I had wanted to paint them black or dark gray, but my aunt vetoed both of those, telling me that having a room those colors would only make my depression worse, which she said would defeat the whole purpose of moving to a new house. So I settled for a very deep purple, since I'd been told all my life that my anomalous bluish gray eyes looked violet in the right lighting. My bedroom door was a bit atypical for a Japanese household, but not incredibly rare – rather than having a sliding door, I had a European-styled wooden door, with a bronze-colored metal knob that could lock from the inside. This was an absolute necessity from my standpoint, and it was honestly the reason we chose this house specifically – its doors locked and if they were locked, you couldn't just force them open. My queen-sized bed had a memory foam mattress that I didn't have when we bought the house. Instead, I bought it a few months later, as the first purchase I made in full with my own earnings from the computer business I'd started. However, at this point, one could not see the mattress directly, because of the presence of plain navy blue sheets, leopard skin-patterned blankets that I'd bought on a whim, and three fully built laptops that were currently situated on the bed. The two at the foot, which I kept there with no worries since my feet didn't even reach that far down even when I stretched out, were ones I'd built for the purpose of selling that I still needed to modify the operating systems of. The third laptop, currently charging on my extremely fluffy pillow, was what I currently used for running my blog from the bed when I didn’t want to get up, making purchases, and the occasional gaming session in bed. This was what needed to move – in order to play the game that was about to go online, I'd need to lie down in bed and make use of the pillow currently occupied by my portable computer. I stood up, walking over to my bed and grabbing my laptop with both hands. Setting it on the floor for the moment, I then turned to my large, whitish, oak wood nightstand, my eyes zeroing in on one particular device sitting next to the lamp. It was a streamlined helmet colored a dark blue, with an emerald green visor in front to cover one's eyes and a long, blue cord stretching out of the back end, the color of which matched the helmet. That cord was already plugged into the wall – I'd set it up the night before. I grabbed the helmet and set it on my pillow, the pillowcase of which matched the leopard print of my blanket. I made sure to be as careful as humanly possible when setting it down and moving the cord – if I somehow accidentally damaged it at this stage, I wouldn't be able to play EoS for days, possibly weeks. These things were sold out in stores all across the nation. After making sure everything was perfectly fine, I grabbed my laptop from the floor and set it in the spot on my nightstand where the helmet had once been, with notably less care than I'd used just before. That damn computer was durable as hell, so I didn't need to worry about it nearly as much. I cast another glance to the live countdown. Three minutes left before I could start playing. As much as I hated adding to the stereotype, I had to admit that the passage of time seemed excruciatingly slow now that I was paying close attention to it. I didn't want to be even a second late in logging in to make sure I got to use my username instead of some random troll, so I couldn't really leave my room, and there was nothing left to do inside it that wouldn't take more time than I had. With nothing left to do, I sat down on my bed, deciding to just get ready a few minutes early. I swung my bare legs onto the bed, absently noting that I'd gone the entire day so far without changing or putting on any clothes aside from my jacket, which was more of a comfort than anything else. I'd just kept wearing what I'd slept in, like usual – this time, a dark gray shirt and a set of black lace underwear that I'd received from an asshole family member as my fourteenth birthday present the month before. While the message of “get laid” that such a gift sent was irredeemably insensitive and somewhat cruel to me, I'd taken to wearing them anyway, because no matter how much I hated that idiot for giving them to me, they were certainly very comfortable, and they were also my favorite color. The fact that they were comfy was weird in and of itself, because they were lace, and therefore not supposed to be as comfortable as what I normally wore. I'd done a little researching shortly after receiving them and I'd found that the brand my family member had chosen was actually really high end, and that it typically made underwear with both fashion and comfort in mind. Knowing I'd probably just killed another thirty seconds, I made a grab for the helmet on my pillow. Turning it a little as it rose through the air, I gently slid it on my head, then shifted around a little on the bed before inevitably lying down. I didn't even bother getting under the covers – though winter was quickly approaching, I still didn't feel cold. Everyone in my family seemed to be remarkably temperature insensitive, to the point that changes in temperature that weren't at least five degrees would go completely unnoticed unless we constantly monitored the thermostat. As I lay there waiting, my eyes wandered around the visor of the helmet I wore. There were two displays, both very small, showing across the whole thing. Those displays would not be visible at all unless one was wearing the helmet – they appeared on the visor using the same technology that EoS ran on. It directly displayed the images to one's brain as pre-interpreted visual data, so there was no need for the displays to actually be on the visor. On the far right, in the upper corner, there was a battery icon. Mine indicated that it was both fully charged and plugged in, the latter detail being shown by a lightning bolt in the middle of the battery. Which made sense, considering it had been charging all night, and even before that, I hadn't used the thing since EoS’ beta, where I always kept it fully charged and ready for action. The other display, situated in the upper right corner, told the current time in text about the size of the battery icon. It only had hours and minutes, no seconds, and it was a twenty-four hour clock, rather than a twelve hour one. As I looked at it, the readout said 12:59. All this super slow-paced thinking had worked marvelously for killing time. Although how I actually managed the feat of slowing down my normally light speed thought processes was a bit of a mystery. I knew I could do it on command, but I'd never figured out how it worked. I had less than a minute to go. This was the most excited I'd felt in months – back in the beta, I'd been positively addicted to EoS, and I'd spent more time playing it than I did anything else, to the point that I'd forgone meals and sleep regularly to keep going. Even though I wouldn't be able to put the same amount of time into it now, during the school year and with my computer business not on hold, I still planned to play as much as possible for someone with my schedule. At long last, after what seemed like an eternity of waiting, the clock turned to 13:00. Filled with joy and anticipation, as soon as the numbers on the readout changed, I uttered a single phrase, just two English words. The words that, unbeknownst to me, would be the catalyst of an event that would change my life forever. “Link start!” Well, what do you think? Personally I'm of the thought that for an installment that was mostly written seven months ago, it holds up with my current stuff pretty decently. But you guys are the judge of that, not me! Be sure to let me know how I did. If you're one of the people who has also read the original version of this chapter over on FFN (I'm looking at you, Shirou), be sure to tell me if you think the changes to this version made it better or worse, too! I'm kind of on the fence about whether I want to continue using the story this first chapter came from as a base for the next chapter as well. See, I'd have to rework a lot more of the next chapter in order to make it work correctly, because the original version was set in a death game version of Gun Gale Online, and as such was futuristic rather than old-fashioned. It'd take almost as much effort to rework it as it would to simply write the next chapter from scratch... but if I went with using the existing chapter as a base, you'd get to see scenes from Klein's perspective. What do you think I should do? One way or another, I'll see you next time!
  14. This is my return to the omo stories after weeks of being silent... Please, any criticism is VERY welcome on this topic, so don't hold back! Enjoy and Kind Regards [Insert Omo] Is this deja vu? Or a lack of planning? Either way, your in trouble. It's that face no one bares to see. It's the rival, the predator, the vicious beast, it's everything! The situation that no one wants to be in, lingering discomfort, constant pain, the crippling despair, the symptoms all add up... Your desperate. Like a phantom, the pressure rises from the grave, pressing the weight of the world against your muscles. But you manage to find the resolve to fight back, gaining a tight grip over your crotch. The fabric of a soft, but thick diaper caress the lips of your cleanly shaven vagina like a romantic kiss. Breaking the silence, people stop to hear the elegant crinkles of a diaper, forcing their eye's to glaringly stare at you. What they didn't know, is the show ahead of them, was your body, fighting a savage, sinister war to keep control. Taking a step, another wave of intense desperation smashes against you, causing your pussy to dribble urine helplessly into your thick diaper. The battle for control is intense, as you fight to regain the control that you so desperately desire. Sweat trickles down your forehead, your muscles begin to quiver and shake under the pressure. You know your going to lose, but your mind won't fathom the thought, but instead, forcing you to a constant, pitiful suffering. Desperation cleaves it's way into your thought processes, securing control over your mind, forcing you to obey. Falling onto your knees, the resolve to fight any longer dies out, taking what little strength you had left with it. Your bladder bursts open violently, emitting a constant stream of pure relief into the material of your diaper. Registering the hissing sound from your beaten body, the stench of an incredibly bloated diaper smothers your nostrils like a pillow, but as tears fall from your eyes it dampens any shred of dignity you had left. Your hopes to spare yourself from the vicious, predatory comments of the public vanish, as a spot grows on your jeans at an alarming rate. You sobs become louder, feeling helpless, ashamed and scared, knowing that what happened here, will stain you forever... But his stain isn't the one on your pants, but the one you've left on yourself...
  15. This is the first story I write on this forum. Sorry if my english is bad. A long time ago (I think I was 18), I was on holliday in the South of France with my parents. One day we went to the beach (Mediterranean Sea). It was a warm and sunny day and the beach was crowded with people. We picked out a spot on the beach and laid our towels. After a while, I saw two attractive Dutch girls (I think they were sisters, somewhere in the age of 16 or 17) with their parents on the beach looking for a free spot. They were both wearing a bikini and a knee-length cutoff jeans. They picked out a free spot on the beach only a few metres away from our place. I always like the combination of bikini with jeans shorts so they got my attention. While their parents laying out the towels, the girls started make themself ready for a swim. I noticed that, for some unknown reason, one of the girls decided to not take off her jeans shorts. She was going to swim in her jeans shorts! As I always like to see wet jeans, she now got really my attention. She walked slowly with their sister into the sea and their jeans shorts became wet. Nice! We stayed at the beach a few hours and it was a pleasure to see her swimming, walking and sunbathing in her dripping wet jeans shorts, and I enjoyed the idea that it should feel really sandy and salty. But the best came at the end. After a few hours their parents decided to leave the beach and they started cleaning up the towels and stuff. I saw both girls going quickly back into the sea and they stopped when they were half in the water. After that, they standing still for a while and giggled towards each other. They were peeing into the sea! And yes, the girl with the jeans shorts was still wearing them. She was peeing through her jeans shorts into the sea, in the middle of many people! Too bad the jeans shorts were too far under water to really see the pee stream, but I'm sure she was peeing, along with her sister. After then they came out of the water and leaved the beach. Later that day we visited the village and I encountered her again while visiting a shop. She was still wearing her jeans shorts, along with a t-shirt. I saw that her jeans shorts were still a little wet and sandy and I enjoyed the idea that she was still wearing them, despite the fact she swam in them the whole midday and even peed in them! Hope you like this story!
  16. It has been awhile since I've written anything. Crazy how time gets away from you. My previous stories and comments have been related to when I was younger and trying to understand how I developed having a thing for this type of behavior. Next I want to tell you a more recent story that happened to my ex-girlfriend. A few years back my ex-girlfriend and I went to a park to walk the trails. We had only been dating about a month at this point. It was a metro park that we visited. It has several trails to walk, but we picked the longest one. Both of us really enjoy walking and it's even more fun when you have company to talk to. The whole trail we chose goes into a big loop. I can't remember how long it was distance wise, but I do remember it took about 2.5 hours to complete. I should mention that prior to going to the park we had breakfast at a local restaurant and I watched my ex drink about four cups of coffee and some water. I visited the restroom to pee before we left to head to the park, but for whatever reason she didn't. She always seemed a little embarrassed to admit that she had to go when she was with me. Anyway, about 20 minutes into our walk I noticed that she'd gotten very quiet. Normally she's very talkative, but today she was giving one word answers to my questions and not contributing to the conversation on her own. By the way, my ex's name is Suzanne. She's a little older than me. This happened when she was in her mid 30s and I was in my mid 20s. She's got long dark brown hair, slender, very pretty. She was wearing tan shorts and a dark purple tank top. After a while of silenced awkwardness I asked her if she was okay. She replied that she was, but just a little tired. I took this at face value and we carried on. However, about another 15 minutes passed of us walking when all of a sudden she stopped suddenly and crossed her legs. I stopped and looked back at her. She wouldn't look me in the eye at first. She was looking down, off to the side on the right. She stood there for a few seconds with her legs crossed and then finally looked up at me and blushed heavily. It was honestly one of the cutest things I ever saw. I boldly asked, "You need to pee, don't you?" In which she replied barely audibly and full of embarrassment, "Yes, very badly." As soon as she did this she grabbed her crotch and squatted down. She stayed like that squatted down and holding herself, kind of bouncing up and down and rocking side to side all while sucking in air with her teeth. I looked at her and had two emotions go through me. First, I felt really badly for her because she was obviously super embarrassed, but at the same time I was turned on. I looked at her sympathetically and held out my arm to her and told her to hurry up and come on. I told her that maybe if we walked fast it wouldn't be so bad and she'd make it to a toilet soon enough. She nodded, gave her crotch another squeeze, stood up and we continued to walk. I kept my right arm around her shoulder while we walked and she leaned into me. While walking she kept telling me over and over how sorry she was and how embarrassed she was for me to see her this way. I told her it was okay and that everyone has to pee and that I myself have been in situations where I had to go very badly and/or had to go so badly that I ended up having peeing my pants. She seemed both shocked and intrigued by this response. I asked her why she didn't pee at the restaurant and she stated it was because all the liquid she drank crept up on her and she didn't realize she had to go until we were on the way to the park and thought she'd be able to make it through the trail and then could sneak off to the park restrooms from there. After a little bit of talking she stopped abruptly again and grabbed her crotch. I took my arm from around her shoulder and watched her do the most adorable pee dance I've ever seen. Her face was bright red and she was moving forward and backward and side to side with her hand buried in her crotch. She then suddenly spotted a bench along the trail and ran over to it, sat down and been wiggling back and forth furiously. I watched her put both hands on her crotch and hold. She looked into my eyes and said, "I'm so embarrassed, but I'm about to pee my pants. I can't help it." I asked her if she wanted to go into the woods and pull her pants down and pee there. We really hadn't passed that many people so it seemed like a valid option to me. I could tell she was contemplating it as she wiggled back and forth with what looked to be tears starting in her eyes. She gave me a meek, "okay." I watched her stand up. Suddenly she went rigid and she squatted down and started to cry. I was confused for a second but then I heard a strong hissing sound and watched her tan shorts turn dark brown around the crotch and legs. Around the time I figured out that she was peeing her pants, Suzanne started visibly crying. She looked up at me and said, "I can't stop it. I'm trying, but I can't stop. Oh no. I'm peeing my pants bad." The hissing and stream went on for what felt like a very long time. The puddle around her on the dirt was huge by the time she was finished. Finally she was done and she stood up. At first she was just standing there looking down at her wet shorts, sort of shaking from what I think was shock and embarrassment. I felt bad for her so I opened my arms and told her to come here. I wrapped my arms around her and gave her the biggest hug I could. I told her it was okay and that it was an accident and accidents happen. She asked me if I thought she was gross now and I told her, of course I didn't. That seemed to make her calm down. She admitted that sometimes she has to pee suddenly and pees her pants and she can't help it. She told me she's had that problem her whole life. We continued our walk. Luckily I had a jacket on me that we tied around her waist to hide her accident. It is still one of the most adorable experiences I've ever had. There were other incidents with her that happened after this one that I'll probably end up telling here too if there is any interest.
  17. Welcome to my interactive story. You all probably know how these work, but if you don't, this is how it will work. I give a little part of the story and at the end of those posts, i give a few options on what will happen next and you people will vote. Sometimes i will let you guys make up your own option. For reference, look at "Just a normal girl". Speaking of which, this is going to be like just a normal girl in a way. you'll see. Anyway, now for some info. Our main character's name is Ashley. She is Caucasian, 13 years old, blonde, and is around 5'2. She isn't into omo but that doesn't mean other characters aren't. She is going to school and is in 7th grade. she has been to this school for a few days now and is still getting used to the place. Thats all we need to know. Now, lets get started... 6:45 am. Ashley's alarm clock goes off. She rolls over and hits the off button. She yawns and gets up. "Ok, what to wear?" she say groggily. She picks a cute outfit of nice tight skinny blue jeans and a regular t-shirt. She gets up and uses the bathroom and then walks into the kitchen to find her parents already eating. "Good morning sweetie" her father says. "Hi dad" Ashley says. "How was your sleep?" her mother says. "great" Ashley says. The family eats breakfast which consists of orange juice and pancakes. Ashley and her dad get into the car and drive off. Her father drops Ashley off and says "Good luck and have fun". Ashley waves him goodbye and walks into school. She checks her phone and sees that its 8:00 am. meaning she has just 10 minutes to get to class. She starts to feel a need to pee but shrugs it off and heads to class. on her way there she sees her only friend she has at her new school, Jack. He is also 13 and they both are in the same classes. "hey" she says. "hey Ash, I'd love to talk but we have to get to class i like 3 minutes" He says. They both run and get to class on time. Science is first. Jack and Ashley are sitting next to each other. Ashley then asks "hey, do you have an extra snack or something? I didn't have time to use the vending machine". Jack says "I'm sorry, i ate my snacks already, but you can have this extra bottle of water". Ashley takes and drinks. It might not be food but it will do. 9:15 am. The bells ring. They both walk over to their next class. Ashley hasn't used the bathroom since this morning and now has to pee. They Get to their next class which is math. Jack says "I'm gonna go use the restroom, I'll be right back". This is where i will it off with some options for when the story continues... I hope you will all enjoy this story and help participate and vote. A. Ashley gets up to the bathroom too. B. She waits for Jack to get back so he can help Ashley with math. C. She gets up and uses the vending machine and gets some snacks and a beverage too.
  18. Okay guys, here's my thread :D I know that a lot of people want to see more bulges, myself included, so here's a thread for exactly that. I'll try and upload my own photos once or twice a week, in different outfits and the like :) Also, everyone is welcome, male, female, anyone :) (Even cats, Rini) Rules of this thread; Feel free to post your own bulges; the more the merrier! However, please refrain from uploading photos you've found on the internet. I'm trying to encourage participation from the members on the site, so yeah. Anyway, to start our ball rolling, here's a photo I took a few days ago. Please enjoy my thread! xo Kay
  19. Is there any significant difference when girls hold their pee when they are naked, wearing panties or a thong? Does applying pressure in your crotch help you hold your pee?
  20. Here is a link to a Korean website that has torrents for lots of different JAVs. This link is for all the JAVs tagged with "peeing" (in Korean 배뇨) There are about 200 in total. Not sure how many of them have seeds. I downloaded a couple and failed with a couple. Happy searching! (Oh and in case it isnt obvious change the spaces for periods to get the actual link.) https://www wawatv net/Jav?genre=Urination
  21. Me and my lover are laying in bed. We just got done eating the breakfast i made for us and went to watch some gamer videos. We were both too full to fool around, but still wanted to do something. We then looked at each other, then our pack of diapers. We both got a grin on our faces and began to open them. Putting one on was a hassle, we tried doing it ourselves. I was downstairs putting on my white body suit with blue elephants on it, holding my plush elephant i made. I got into the diaper and put my blues clues pacifier in my mouth. I walked upstairs and looked all shy and innocent. Michael smiled at me and admired every inch of me. "Wow you look so cute baby" he said to me. I blushed and told him the same. He was in a t shirt, a diaper and his pokemon pacifier in his mouth. We both began filling up on water and watching gamer videos on youtube. I was now even more shy than before. He held me in his arms and i snuggled into his lap. After a hour and 3 large glasses of water, i was beginning to squirm. He noticed this and broke the silence with a few words that made my body tremble. "Do you have to go potty?" He said with a smile. I was now red in the face and slowly nodded. Now too shy to speak but also horny. Once he uttered those words i knew he was in control. "I bet you wanna wet like a bad girl dont you?" He said. I nodded my head and gave a soft "uh huh" in the most innocent voice i could. I sucked on my pacifier as my need to pee was rising. Another half hour passes and i begin holding myself. Michael slowly runs his fingers up and down my arm and my side. He smiles and watches me. My diaper tempting me to let it all go. He watches me and we decide to go downstairs since we were getting a little hungry again. I made us lunch and was squirming around. My need to pee getting to be almost a ten. I sat and ate with him as we watched videos. As i was laughing i began to leak a little. He smiled "Awww is it hard to laugh? Does it feel like you're gonna pee?" I nodded and blushed. He had on a 40 minute video and asked if i could hold till the end. I nodded to him and we continued to watch. I felt a few trickles of pee escape and whimpered. My legs were shaking and i couldnt sit still anymore. "Awww you gotta go potty dont you baby?" He said. I nodded and let out a soft voiced response. "I really need to go potty, im already leaking in my diaper." He rubbed the front of my diaper and smiled. "Do you want to let it out now?" He asked, i shook my head no. He nodded and we continued to watch. After another 15 minutes i was squirming and leaking constantly. "I weally weally need to go potty........ i cant hold much longer" i said. Michael smiled at me and kissed me. "I bet you wanna let it all out like a bad girl dont you? Im sure it'll feel nice and warm, you want that dont you?" He said in a seductive voice. I moaned and nodded, my body shaking out of pleasure and needing to pee. After another 10 minutes i couldnt take it anymore. He looked at me and smiled "You wanna let go baby?" I nodded and he shut the video off. He had to pee too but wasnt as desperate as me. "I have to go potty baby so badly, i cant hold it" i begged. "Then go baby, let it out, pee". I let out a moan when he commanded me to pee. Once again i was a bit stuck since it was new and my body wasnt telling me it was ok to pee in a diaper yet. I was blushing bright red as my lover stared into my eyes. "Pee, come on, pee you diaper for me baby" he said. I moaned more, feeling a new kind of wetness between my legs. "Ohhhh baby i cant hold it anymore, its gonna come out! I gotta go potty!" I begged. "You can do it baby, pee, pee, let it out and pee for me" he commanded. I felt the first few trickles escape, then a small stream. "Ohhhh baby its gonna come out! Im gonna pee!" I gasped. He rubbed my arms and held my hand. "Ohhh yes baby pee that diaper, fill it up, pee baby, pee for me, let it out and pee". At that point i was unable to control my bladder. I spread my legs apart and moaned as a large hissing noise could be heard. My diaper began to get bigger. "Ohhhhh baby im peeing, i cant stop!" I said to him. "Mmmmm im goin too baby, ohhhh fuck its so warm" he said. I peed full force into my diaper and moaned. "Mmmm its so warm......" i said to him, he nodded and didnt let go of my hand. After a good 2 and a half minutes we stopped. Our diapers were very full, and very hot. I reached over and rubbed his crotch, which was warm, wet and hard. He felt my crotch and smiled "such a bad girl, i love when you are naughty baby." I smiled and blushed "ill always be your naughty baby" i told him. We soon got changed and went upstairs to have a little fun. hope everyone enjoyed this! I got more stories coming up soon!
  22. I swear to god this was supposed to be a ripoff of that one Asuna story that had the terrible English that was posted a while back! But stuff happened in the writing process, and I ended up turning it into an entirely different story that had nothing to do with the work that inspired it. The prologue is a little short, but it's full of... action, so to speak. Not of the fetish variety, however - that'll start in chapter one. The general progression of fetish content will be betwetting -> daytime wetting -> diapers -> messing. Also, in case you missed the tag, Kirito is female in this and it's not set in the canon SAO world. The FemKirito is also going to have an original personality, but that'll just make her more interesting since normal Kirito is bland. Finally, and I shouldn't have to mention this on an anime site, but I will just in case: this scene will highlight the pressures of upper class Japanese society. It's gonna seem unfair and drastic by American standards, but trust me, this sort of stuff is relatively normal over there. Anyway, go ahead and read if none of that bothers you. Asuna’s Descent into Diaperhood Prologue: Fallout “Asuna. There’s a man I would like you to meet soon,” Yuuki Shouzou called out to his daughter from across the white clothed dinner table one chilly spring night. Even just from that, the youngest child of the Yuuki family already knew exactly what this would be about. The mere thought of it alone disgusted her to her very core, but she couldn’t make her inner revulsion or the reason for it known. So rather than showing her disdain, the chestnut-eyed girl kept her face perfectly neutral and pretended she was unaware of what he was trying to do. She looked up from her gold-painted porcelain plate of and made eye contact with him. She absently noted that he had yet to change out of his work suit and tie as she asked a simple, “Why?” His brown eyes widened at the question. It was clear that he hadn’t been expecting her to say anything other than an affirmative answer. But if he was doing what she knew he was doing, than she would sooner be disowned than to go along with it. Which, given the circumstances, could be entirely possible if her family found out the reason why she planned to refuse. “You’re already fifteen. You’re becoming a fine young woman,” he told her, his earlier surprise melting into a kind, proud smile. “You’re of the age where you need to start considering your future. It’s time to find you a suitable husband to spend your life with.” And there it is. Asuna had been right on the money. She had to strain herself greatly in order to keep her facial expression from showing her inner emotions, lest they make the truth clear. This “meeting with a man” would be an omiai – a meeting to set her up with a husband she’d never even met before. She didn’t want to get married at all, ever, for any reason. But the idea of getting married to a stranger was even worse! Her older brother sitting next to her at the table had warned her this would be coming soon a few days prior. In fact, he was the one who reassured her that she had the option to refuse. She hadn’t originally thought it would have made a difference, but he’d told her that her father wouldn’t force her if she didn’t want to. Her brother, Kouichirou, knew the reason why she didn’t want to, and so he gave her the strength to face this situation head on and advocate for herself. But that didn’t make it easy. She’d never gone against what her parents had suggested or instructed before this! It was absolutely terrifying… she looked over at her brown-haired older brother for support. He was already looking her way, smiling gently. He nodded his head, silently telling her to go ahead and say what she needed to say. It strengthened her resolve. She turned back to her father, took a deep breath, and uttered the phrase she’d been practicing in her bedroom mirror all weekend. “I have been considering my future, father… and marriage isn’t in it.” His smile quickly gave way as he dropped his jaw in shock. Even Asuna’s mother, whose expression always seemed dull and lifeless, did a double take at what she’d just heard. Her daughter had never even talked back to them, much less rejected any of the things they’d done for her. This was completely unprecedented. And Yuuki Kyouko was not about to let this matter go, not after she personally selected the husband from the finest doctors in the hospital they ran. “Excuse you?” Her daughter looked her dead in the eye, gulped, and then boldly said, “Judging by that reaction, I don’t think you misheard me. I will not get married, mother. Not this or any year.” Kyouko balked. The nerve! To think that her daughter actually had the brazen audacity to talk to her that way! She had heard enough. The female head of the Yuuki household would not tolerate being so blatantly disrespected by her own child! “How dare you? You have no right to say that to us!” she verbally exploded, slamming her hand down on the table and shaking all the tableware. “You are our daughter, and you will do as we say!” Her words and actions caused her chestnut-haired daughter to flinch back and gape in fear. It looked like she wouldn’t be offering any resistance whatsoever. Good, that meant that everything would soon be as it should once again— “Sorry to say this, mother, but it’s actually you who doesn’t have the right to say that to her,” her son retorted in his sister’s place, his steely expression not matching his jovial tone. “You see, there’s this thing in Japan called the age of consent. Ever heard of it? Once you reach a certain age, you are responsible for accepting or declining advances and marriage proposals. You know what that age is? Thirteen. And how old is Asuna? Fifteen. You have no authority here. You can’t force her.” When he said the ages, his voice was laced with pure contempt like Kyouko had never heard from him in his entire life. He’d never addressed anyone with even a trace of disrespect before this as far as she knew. And then when he said the last sentence, he did it in a singsong voice, almost as if he were gloating about it. Both of her children were rebelling at once over the exact same issue. And to compound her misery, as her son had oh so helpfully pointed out, she didn’t have the legal authority to do anything about it. But what she could do… “This house has no place for a daughter who will not respect their parents’ wishes!” she shot back, her voice blazing with rage. “If she won’t do as we have instructed, she will have to find another place to live and another school to go to, because we certainly won’t be paying her tuition!” There, it was done. Now Asuna would have no choice but to back down, and— oh. Oh, no. When Kyouko looked back at her daughter, she no longer saw the face of someone terrified of the consequences of her actions. She saw the face of someone resolved in her convictions. The Yuuki sister spoke in a calm, measured tone, with words that cut like a katana. “I would sooner leave this family than sign away my happiness to someone I don’t love. My heart has no place for a mother who does not respect my wishes, and I will not miss you when I’m gone.” In the span of one conversation, everything fell apart at once. Her words stung, even more so because her own husband had chosen to stay silent – he hadn’t even tried to defend her. She had been disrespected by her own son and utterly rejected by her daughter, and he didn’t so much as scold either of them. It was as if he cared about the children more than he did about her… damn it! “Fine. You have until midnight to pack your belongings and leave. I don’t care where you go, you will not be welcome here anymore.” After saying her piece, Kyouko stood up and made for the exit. As she walked away, her son called out to her. But not to apologize or ask her to reconsider, nothing of the sort. What he decided to say was far less eloquent than that. “Fuck you too, mom! You can forget about me taking over the hospital, you’ve just shown me it’s not worth the effort!” he shouted despite her still being in the room. And to add the ultimate insult to the most painful of injuries, the first thing her husband said, rather than a scolding for her son, was this: “Asuna, I’ll find you a nice place to stay until everyone’s emotions have cooled down. But this divide will take time to heal. I’m sorry that I can’t do more for you.” It took everything the female head of house had not to break down crying as she left the room. It seemed that not a single person in her family was on her side. Gotta say, I'm actually pleased with my execution of this scene. Yeah, I wrote a shitty thing happening, but I liked the writing itself. Aaaaaaanyway, I need to sleep. Please leave a comment telling me what you thought, and I'll catch you later!
  23. Bob Stewart finally released the full video. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UWq4zA2K4GI
  24. Another video I've found where a girl does the holding challenge. First half is drinking, second half is holding until she finally gives up. Hold it in Challenge - missjeannec.mp4
  25. [[Authors Note: Hello. Well, I’ve been seeing a lot of these interactive stories and participating in some of them, so I’ve decided to give it a try myself. I’ll see if there is any interest after my first post and, maybe if a few people seem to enjoy it, I’ll continue it. This story will mix combat and character based conversations, with the typical Omo.com twist of adding bladder meters to your party members. When in combat, one’s bladder (and perhaps something else if interest is shown in it) may give out, causing them to wet themselves in battle. The bladder meter will be active at all times, for both genders of character. In addition, with few exceptions, most characters can be romantically/sexually paired up. This story will be based on the Fire Emblem series of games, with original characters. Character classes and appearances will be based on Fire Emblem series, specifically FE: Awakening and FE: Fates. In addition, stats will be loosely based on games. The Strength stat concerns all physical based attacks. Magic concerns all magical attacks. Defense concerns one’s ability to absorb physical damage. Resistance concerns one’s ability to absorb magic attacks. To make combat more simple, the speed and skill stats will not be used. The Luck stat, however, will be used, and will dictate critical attacks and one’s ability to catch themselves if they are about to wet themselves in battles. All party members will have an unique stat, which will be unexplained, but may help them depending on certain situations. Health will not be visible for the fight and will rather be displayed as a status condition. In addition, combat will be considered ‘casual’ by Fire Emblem standards, as party members do not die in combat and are instead knocked out. With this being said, if interest is shown, we may begin]] Three figures sit around a small fire in a clearing in a forest. The sounds of the forest ring out around them. An owl howling in the distance. The wind blowing against the trees. The fire roaring softly. Our protagonist looks up at their two companions and sighs, tired from a long day with a clear twinge in their bladder. [Pick a Protagonist, a supporter, and a mentor from the list below. Each potential character will be marked as either a protagonist, supporter, combination of the two, or a mentor.} Morrigan (Protagonist/Supporter) [the student of magic] Age: 18 Physical Description: A young looking girl with purple hair in curls. Shorter than average height, Five foot two. Covers herself with the basic blue robes of a student of magic. With pale skin and a slim build, she has equally slim breasts and a small bladder. Very modest about where she relieves herself. Background: Naturally gifted in magic and naturally able to use dark magic, Morrigan was unaware of her powers until her 13th birthday, when her normal life with her parents in a small town changed forever when she fell into a mirror. After five years that she barely recalls, her powers have became stable and powerful as she awoke in a forest. If chosen as protagonist, the Coming Home quest will be activated. Class/Starting Stats: Mage, Level 10 Strength: 0 Magic: 7+2(Magic +2) Defense: 2 Resistance: 5 Luck: 5 Cuteness: 10 Skills: Shadowfaire: Allows this unit to use dark tomes, even if not a dark mage. Magic 2+: Gains a natural +2 to magic stat. Starting equipment: Flux: Dark Magic, 60% Accuracy, 5 base damage, 10% natural crit chance Wind: Wind magic, 90% Accuracy, 1 base damage, 0% natural crit chance Ace (Protagonist/Supporter) [the sharpshooter] Age: 18 Physical Description: A young man with short, brown hair. Five foot five in height, tan skin, and an athletic build. Wears the light chainmail coat with his family crest, a gold bow with a white arrow, on his arms. He has a medium sized bladder, reserved about where he relieves himself. Background: Ace was the son of a noble family who were known for the great archers who belonged to the line. As such, Ace was trained in archery from a young age. After joining the military, Ace and his squad were sent on a mission deep into enemy territory. Ace and his squad were separated, with the rest of his squad presumed dead. If selected as protagonist, the starting mission “Mission Report” will be activated. Class/Starting stats: Archer: Level 10 Strength: 6 Magic: 1 Defense: 4 Resistance: 4 Luck:4 Focus: 10 Skills: Headshot: 30% additional chance to crit +20 Hit: Additional +20% to hit Starting Equipment: Iron Bow: A common bow: 70% Accuracy, 4 base damage, 0% natural crit chance. Vera (Protagonist)[the vengeful one] Age: 20 Physical description: A woman with half her face scarred, her long hair dyed a dark shade of pink covers the scarred half of her face. Her skin is deeply tanned, her build athletic, and her breasts firm B cups, she wears a white tank top and long black pants, which she doesn’t mind emptying her bladder into. She has a medium sized bladder, but isn’t reserved about where she empties it. Background: Vera was once a high school student in a foreign land, but after an encounter with a devious magic user, she ‘died’. However, she woke up in a forest, in an age which to her seemed distant, less advanced than what she was used to. If chosen as protagonist, the starting quest Revenga will be activated. Cannot be chosen as a supporter, as Vera follows no one. Class/Starting Stats: Samurai:: Level 10 Strength: 7 Magic: 0 Defense: 5 Resistance: 2 Luck: 3 Angst: 10 Skills: Bloodlust: Boosts all stats temporarily by 1 after successfully felling an enemy. Vantage: 20% increased chance to dodge attacks of any type. Starting Equipment: Iron Katana: A standard katana: 80% accuracy, 4 base damage, 15% natural crit chance. Rose (Protagonist/Supporter)[the loyal friend] Age: 21 Physical appearance: a young woman with long flaming red hair. With tan skin and B cup breasts covered by her suit of leather armor. She has a large bladder, but is somewhat reserved on where she releases it. Background: Vera’s best friend, after discovering that her friend was actually alive somewhere, she hunted down an associate of the man responsible and forced him to send Rose after Vera. Donning a set of plain leather armor and a straight sword to fit to her new surroundings, selecting Rose as a protagonist will activate the starting quest Vera. In addition, if she supports Vera, she will gain a different unique stat. Class/Starting Stats: Mercenary: Level 10 Strength: 8 Magic: 0 Defense: 3 Resistance 3 Luck: 3 Determination: 10 (If not supporting Vera) Persuasion: 10 (If supporting Vera) Skills: Duelist: Deals increased damage when facing a single opponent Patience: 10% increased chance to dodge and hit when enemy attacks first Starting equipment: Iron Straight Sword: A standard straight sword: 85% Accuracy, 3 base damage, 5% natural crit chance. Iron shield: A common shield used throughout the land. Kara (Supporter)[the allied knight] Age: 22 Physical description: A tall ‘women’, six feet tall, with brunette hair that reaches her shoulders. Wrapped in light plate mail that covers her dark skin. She has a large bladder and is willing to empty it anywhere, but only in front of people she trusts with her secret. Background: Kara once trained as a knight and in the way of using a lance. Though, after complications arose when trying to join the military, she joined a mercenary group. After her group was annihilated in battle, she disappeared into the woods until she found the protagonist. Has always been a follower, and therefore cannot be the protagonist. Class/Starting Stats: Knight: Level 10 Strength: 8 Magic: 0 Defense: 7+2 (Defense +2) Resistance: 1 Luck: 2 Defense: 10 Skills: Sworn Shield: 25% chance to defend the protagonist from attacks when nearby. Defense +2: Additional 2 points in Defense) Starting equipment: Spear: A lance that can be easily thrown: 70% accuracy, 3 base damage, 5% natural crit chance. Steel shield: A well made shield meant for a knight: Evans (Protagonist/Supporter)[the rogue ninja] Age: 22 Physical description: A blond haired man of average height and athletic build, clad in plain green robes. Usually keeps to himself when it comes to his private needs, unless he’s drank alcohol recently, a common event, in which case he’s usually open with it. Background: A self-taught ninja, who learned the art from a series of scrolls rather than formal teaching, His main purpose from this was to sell his skill to the highest bidder, though eventually learned of his true calling. Choosing him as the protagonist activates the starting quest Revolution. Class/starting stats: Ninja: Level 10 Strength: 4 Magic: 0 Defense: 3 Resistance: 5 Luck: 7 Cunning: 10 Skills: Acrobat: Has a 40% chance to dodge all attacks. Vanishing Act: Can disappear from enemies for a short time using smoke bombs. Starting equipment: Kunai Knives (x2): A ninja’s knife, good for close and ranged combat: 90% accuracy, 3 base damage, 40% natural crit chance Smoke bombs (x5): A small package which causes an explosion of smoke when thrown to the ground. Sif (Protagonist/Supporter)[the murder doll] Age: 19 Physical description: A small looking woman with short black hair clad in chain and cloth armor. Pale skin, making her resemble a large painted doll when not moving. Has tiny breasts and an even smaller bladder, which she will relieve whenever she pleases. Background: A skilled fighter, Sif’s doll like appearance makes her enemies underestimate her. By the time they realize their mistake, it is too late. Little is known about Sif’s past. If chosen as the protagonist, starting quest The Doll is activated. Class/Starting Stats: Spear Fighter: Level 10 Strength: 6 Magic:0 Defense: 4 Resistance: 2 Luck: 4 Brutality: 10 Skills: Merciless: 40% chance to instantly finish off an enemy when they are wounded. Lethality: 10% chance to instantly finish off an enemy. Starting equipment: Iron Nagitama: An eastern polearm: 70% accuracy, 5 base damage, 15% natural crit chance. Ciel (mentor)[the witch seer] Age: ??? Physical description: A young looking woman with short purple hair and a golden eye patch. Her purple robe and black witch hat cover her body, making it unsure what her body looks like. She also never seems to relieve herself, which means that either she can relieve herself magically or the inside of her robe is usually soaked. Background: Ciel is a witch who has forgotten how long she has known magic or been able to see into the future. All she is certain of is that the protagonist needs her assistance, whether Ciel likes it or not. Class/Starting Stats: Witch, Level 25 Strength: 2 Magic: 9 Defense: 3 Resistance: 7 Luck: 4 Wisdom: 10 Skills: Future Sight: 60% chance to avoid enemy attacks, after seeing them happen in the future. Witchcraft: 5% chance on turning enemies into small animal when attacking with dark magic Starting equipment: Nosferatu: A dark tome: 60% accuracy, 6 base damage, 5% natural crit chance, absorbs half damage dealt as health. Alice (Mentor)[the assassin’s legacy) Age: 31 Physical description: A woman with a long brown hair in a pony tail. Standing five foot ten, usually in tight leather, pressing her B cups close to her body, she is more concerned about who sees her relieve her medium sized bladder rather than where she does it. For example, she will not pee in front of her daughter. In addition, she won’t cheat on her husband, but if pushed to her sexual limit, she imagines her husband would forgive her if it was with another woman. Background: Working as an assassin for many years while her husband raised their daughter, Morrigan. Once her daughter and husband went missing, she retired from assassination and went out into the world to find them, helping whoever she could along her along the way. If mentoring Morrigan, starting quest is changed to Father. Class/Starting Stats: Assassin: Level 5 Strength: 7 Magic: 0 Defense:3 Resistance: 4 Luck: 7 Dexterity: 10 Skills: Heartseeker: All attacks have an additional 30% chance to crit Lethality: Has a 10% chance to instantly kill her enemy. Starting equipment: Estoc: A deadly thrusting sword: 80% accuracy, 7 base damage, 10% natural crit chance Steel bow: A well-made longbow: 85% accuracy, 6 base damage, 10% natural crit chance Z (Mentor)[the grim knight] Age: ??? Physical description: An imposing six foot one figure clad in black plate mail with a featureless black mask. The only piece of skin that can be seen is his impressive manhood in one of the rare moments that he relieves himself. Background: A mysterious man who refuses to say why he is here, but has shown how prowess in combat enough for few to question him or his loyalty. Class/Starting stats: Revenant: Level 5 Strength: 6 Magic: 6 Defense: 5 Resistance: 4 Luck: 2 Dominance: 10 Skills: Soul Crash: When using magic, high chance to stun enemies Soul Crush: Has the ability to make sure that fallen enemies don’t get back up. Starting equipment: Dark axe: A large axe made from a black metal: 50% accuracy, 8 base damage, 20% natural crit chance. Black fireball: a burning orb of darkness hurled at the enemy: 60% accuracy, 6 base damage, 10% natural crit chance. With the options available, please vote for the combination you would like to see. If I see a trend, I’ll continue this story with Chapter One. In addition, if you would like to, please vote from a scale of one to five (one being dry, five being completely soaked) on how much you would like omorashi to play a factor. Also, vote whether or not you’d like to see messing make appearances in the story. With that being said, fingers crossed that this little story of mine turns out well.