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  1. Hangover

    Chapter One The first thing Amber was aware of as she woke up was that her head was a little fuzzy. She groaned as she realised that she had too much to drink last night. The next thing she became aware of was that she was not in her bed, but on her friend Samantha’s sofa, and Sam was stood over her looking very pissed off. “Look at what you’ve done,” said Sam. Amber followed Sam’s gaze down to her crotch, and realised that she was lying in a wet patch. She reached under the skirt she was still wearing from the night before and felt that the tights underneath were wet, and clinging to her. “I…I don’t understand,” said Amber as she began to realise what had happened. “Let me clear things up for you then,” said Sam, “You had too much to drink, embarrassed yourself at the party by laying across some old perv’s lap so he could ‘spank’ you, then you came back here with me, because you were worried that your mum would be annoyed if you came home that drunk. You woke up all the neighbours on the way in, and my little brother and sister. Then you collapsed on my sofa and to top it all off, you’ve gone and pissed yourself all over it.” “I’m sorry. I’m so embarrassed,” said Amber. She wasn’t lying. The rest of it was quite bad, but wetting herself was incredibly humiliating. She’d never had an accident, at least not since being old enough to remember. Holly, a girl at school a few years back had, and she had been teased mercilessly for it, and Amber had joined in with the teasing. One particular comment was coming back to haunt her now. Amber had told Holly that if she still wet her knickers like a baby, she should wear nappies. Amber had thought it funny at the time. She didn’t anymore. “You should be embarrassed, and you will be. You’re my friend, and I’ve tried to warn you not to drink so much when we go out. Anything could happen to you. Luckily for you, my parents are away, so I can teach you a little lesson today.” “Teach me a lesson?” asked Amber. She didn’t like where this was heading. “Yes. You won’t like it, but just in case you get any ideas…” Sam showed Amber a picture on her phone. It showed Amber, lying on the sofa in the school uniform costume she had worn to the party last night. Her face was clearly visible. As if the puddle she was lying in wasn’t telling enough, her knees were up and her legs parted, giving a clear view up her skirt. It was very obvious that she had wet herself. “Are you blackmailing me?” asked Amber. “I guess I am,” said Sam. “I don’t want to send this to anybody. If you do as you’re told, you’re going to have a very embarrassing time, but it won’t leave this house. If you refuse to co-operate, then this goes out to all our friends. Your call.” Amber thought about it, but only briefly. That picture could not get out. She had seen what had happened to Holly, had been part of it, when she had wet herself, and they had all been younger then. She didn’t want everybody knowing her dirty secret. “What do you want me to do?” Amber asked.
  2. God, I Have To Pee

    When I was little I thought rain was just god’s pee... ======================================== Athena resided in Mount Olympus. It was always bright and sunny up there. Not too long ago they won a war against the Titans and Athena was now free to enjoy being a goddess. She had not really known what life was like. Athena spent her days wandering Mount Olympus and she enjoyed it. Sometimes she would pop down and visit the humans. The weather was warm so no one really wore clothes. Athena wasn’t sure what she would do today. Being a god and stuff must get pretty boring as immortality takes it toll on you. Athena began to wander the area. There were multiple buildings each, carefully built into wonders that most would pay to see. The white pillars were in good contrast to the bright sun and blue sky. There were birds too. Everywhere. It seemed like everything was perfectly constructed to please her. After enjoying herself, she began to take a look around human civilization. Usually she was somewhere around 200 feet tall being a god an all, but she could morph into a human sized person shall, she feel the urge to linger with the mortals. Today she decided to visit one of her favorite places in mount olympus, a wine fountain. Wine tasted to exquisite to her and she quite enjoyed chugging it down. She wasn’t sure where the wine came from, but she may aswell consume it. One thing that may sound weird is Athena’s love for feeling things. Her senses have only been given to her a few days ago and it intrigued her how different everything felt. As she wondered the mountain, she came across something. It was Hera, Zeus’s wife. She didn’t look good though, she seemed to be squirming for whatever reason. The look of distress painted across her face. What could be wrong? This is olympus! Deciding to go find out what's wrong, Athena approached Hera. “Excuse me? Is anything wrong?” Athena questioned Hera snapped her head towards her. “I...I honestly don’t know, it just hurts. In my abdomen. I have absolutely no clue why.” This was concerning to Athena. “What were doing doing prior to this?” Athena asked trying to find the cause of this disturbance. “Oh I was just admiring the beauty of this place and drinking wine. Boy the wine tastes good.” Hera doubled over and grabber her crotch. “Well, Ima go lay down and see if that helps.” Leaving Athena to ponder the anomaly by herself. Not too long later, Athena was walking in a garden near the edge of Olympus. Only this time, she felt more troubled. While the grapes she had eaten tasted just how she liked it, she felt pain. Not like how it felt to get cut, or break an arm. It felt different like she was going to explode. She rubbed her abdomen, which is where it felt weird. Athena really hoped that it wouldn’t always feel like this because that might make immortality a quite unpleasant thing. Unsure of what to do Athena laid down in the grass hoping that a quick nap would clear things up. The second she woke up, she jammed her hand into her crotch not knowing why. The wine she drank had made it into her bladder unbeknownst to her. The pain had gotten so much worse and Athena simply didn’t know what to do. She began pacing back and forth thinking of a solution. At this point her abdomen had expanded quite a bit leaving her with a swollen piss filled organ. She pressed on her abdomen, curious as what would happen. The second she applied pressure upon it however, she regretted everything. Her bladder pulsed and a shock of pain lapsed her body. God, this must have been how Hera felt, Athena thought. Trying to take her mind off things, she stood up and resumed her stroll in the garden, only this time her hand was glued to her bear crotch and every once in awhile she would give her thighs a squeeze. After walking for a while she reached what she recognized as the edge of Olympus. Should she jump off, would lead her to the realm of mortals. The pressure in her abdominal region had really made it’s presence known at this point. Before she could register what she was doing, Athena sprinted towards the edge, spread her legs and watched as a torrent escaped her. The hot piss pent up inside of her was streaming out of her at fast speeds. Athena simultaneously tilted her head back and let out a strong moan. That day in Greece, there was lots of rain, lakes were filled, rivers flowed and islands were formed.
  3. Does anyone know of any videos of gymnastics girls peeing their leotards?
  4. So in case you couldn't tell I really, REALLY enjoyed making a comic out of my all-time favorite story from the ToiletStool forums. And by that I mean there are dozens of others I've saved for their quality, and they deserve similar treatments I think. The only problem is these comics take time, I treat them as full productions so each one I gotta design the characters for, possibly some sets to flesh out the story, and all the coloring..I know you guys liked my last one but in order to take up so much of my time away from work for these I feel like this is my best option. Below are a collection of stories that I've set my eyes on for the next rounds. 5 wetting stories plus a 10-in-1 comic from one accident prone poster from around 5 years ago will definitely be made, and those are at the top marked with tentative prices. Since the site now has the option to sell content and I feel my content qualifies as merchandise, these full scale comics will follow the style of the first with a little more solidity to them. And since I don't intend any misrepresentation you can read the stories they're based on in full so you have a pretty good idea of what you're paying for. That said I've also marked some much shorter stories that will become comics about half the size of Silly Sarah, since the desperation buildup and/or aftermath isn't there. Those shall be free, as a lot of stuff here is free and these ones won't take as much. And then there's also a list of stories I'd like to do but they're lower priority, season 2 I guess. That's where you guys come in, tell me which ones you wanna see happen and how much you'd be willing to pay. This is all for you guys so I wanna provide the best service possible to turn this perverse hobby of mine into just some pocket change for me and a lot of wetting comics for you. One final note is although these are all either wetting or peeing stories, some of them contain messing content, so those have been marked for your discretion. Right now the only definite poop story is part of the Stephanie series, which is going to be a pretty huge scope comic even for me so I may split that one up minus the earlier scenes. The ones definitely happening: Aimee M_Hospital_Burst.docx $2 Amy_Peed_my_pants_in_Disney_World.docx $2 Brittany_twins_universal.docx (2 in 1, one fear wetting one laughing) $4 tabitha_held_it_too_long.docx $2 Stephanie.docx (10 stories in 1, contains 3 poop scenes at the moment) $10 These ones are shorter and will be free. Yogi will be the first one. yogi.docx Vanessa_movie_accident.docx Kaitlin_Another_story.docx Jane_Road_Trip.docx Ashley_car_poop.docx (warning needed?) Allison_doctor.docx And then these are bigger stories I wanna do but not before the first five, so give em a read and tell me what you think, or link to your own discoveries - it really is a mine there. Mostly shit but traces of gold ;) There are 2 graduation stories and 3 babysitting stories so that as well might need some voting on to narrow down. Ashley_O_Two_Accidents.docx (contains a poop accident) Carla_Darn_Dog.docx Graduation_wetting.docx Jennifer_Accident_in_College.docx Jessica_Rest_Stop_Accident.docx Maddy.docx (contains poop) Marissa.docx Mylissa_Graduation_Pee.docx Sonya_Sue_Babysitting_Braxton.docx the nanny.docx (contains poop) Danni_Disneyland_pee.docx
  5. A/N: My very first multi-part commission! This story will include nine wettings n three chapters, and human versions of the ponies. “This is so boring,” complained Scootaloo, looking back and forth between her two friends. When Sweetie Belle nodded in agreement, Applebloom sighed. “Well, what do ya think we should do about it?” she asked. “My big sister's having a sleepover too, so we got stuck inside!” Normally, they had their sleepovers outside, in the barn, but with Applejack's friends over, they had had to relocate. “That's it!” Scootaloo said, brightening. “Let's go over there!” “But Applejack said-” “Forget what she said! I bet they're having lots of cool fun that we're missing out on!” she insisted. “We should definitely go over there!” “Yeah, that does sound like fun,” said Sweetie Belle. “Come on, Applebloom, let's go!” “Alright,” she said finally, giving in. After all, what was the worst that could happen? ~X~ “Nope. Nuh uh. No way,” said Rainbow Dash, as soon as the three girls poked their heads into the barn. “But we haven't even said anything yet!” protested Sweetie Belle. “I don't care,” replied the other girl. “Whatever it is you're gonna say, or ask, my response is still the same. No.” “Come on,” Scootaloo said, trying to impress her idol. “We'll be cool, I swear! Just let us stick around!” “Ya really think so?” asked Rainbow Dash, smirking. “You really think you can keep up with the big kids?” “Absolutely!” “Well, then, I'll tell ya what we big kids do at parties and if you're scared, you can go running back to your little baby party. What big kids do, is they have games and challenges that you couldn't possibly hope to compete in.” “And what exactly is that?” asked Applejack, incredulous. She wanted the girls gone as much as the next person, but she had no idea what Rainbow Dash was going on about this time. “Well, I was thinkin' something to prove who the real grownups are. Such as, a holding contest!” All of the girls in the room spoke in unison, showing disbelief, confusion, and, for some of them, outright refusal. They all seemed to think that Rainbow Dash was out of her mind with her suggestion, but she held up a hand to quiet everyone down. “Come on, guys, I'm serious! If one of the older girls lasts the longest, the kids have to leave, and if one of them wins, they can stay.” “That's ridiculous,” said Applejack, shaking her head. Her little sister nodded along with her. “Okay, I guess you two don't have to play,” she replied. “On account you being huge chickens and all.” “I am not,” said Applejack. “I ain't a chicken neither!” protested Applebloom. Instead of answering them, Rainbow Dash just clucked, making chicken wings with her arms and flapping. “Enough!” Applejack shouted. “Fine. I'm in! Just don't start cryin' when I beat ya.” “I'm in too,” Applebloom added. “But I'm the one that's gonna be winnin', sis.” “I was already in,” said Scootaloo. “I was never afraid! So, who else is gonna play?” “Ooh, I'm in, I'm in!” Pinkie Pie cried, raising her hand and bouncing. “I positively love games!” “What about you, Fluttershy?” “I...well...I guess...if everyone else is going to play,” she said softly, already dreading the outcome of this game. She was embarrassed about having to ask to go to the bathroom in normal situations. How would she handle having to hold it in front of everyone? “Well, I most certainly will not be participating,” said Rarity. “It's simply unladylike to play such games!” “Yeah!” said Sweetie Belle, more to agree with her sister than anything else. “Do I hear a few more chickens in the room?” asked Rainbow Dash, smirking wickedly. “None of that nonsense,” Rarity replied. “I am not a chicken. I simply do not wish to participate in such a vulgar game. Any real lady would feel the same way.” “Wouldn't a real lady be able to hold it?” asked Applejack, joining in. “Wouldn't a real lady win? So what's holdin' ya back?” “I...I...” Rarity tried to think of some sort of argument but nothing came to her. “Very well! I'll participate, if only to show you guys who the ladies are here!” “Me too!” Sweetie Belle piped up. “I'm in too!” “Well, if everyone else is playing, I guess I will too,” said Twilight Sparkle, curious about what the results would be. “Then it's settled! We'll get the drinks ready and let the games begin!” declared Rainbow Dash. ~X~ When they had consumed all the drinks required for the contest, Rainbow Dash said, “Okay, now we have to strip down to just our panties.” “What?” “No, listen, listen! Someone might try to hide it if they're starting to lose. You can keep your shirts on, but we have to be able to see if someone's trying to hide anything! It's the only way to make the game fair.” Though they were all a bit shy about doing something like that, each of them also wanted the game to remain fair, so they all stripped down as requested. Rainbow Dash wore blue panties with a cloud and rainbow lightning bolt printed on them. Applejack's were orange with three apples, Twilight Sparkle's were purple with pink stars, Rarity's were white with three diamonds, Pinkie Pie's were a bright pink with little balloons, and Fluttershy's were light pink with butterflies. Scootaloo, Applebloom, and Sweetie Belle's were plain, colored orange, yellow, and white, respectively. There was an uncomfortable silence as they all tried to adjust to having their panties visible to everyone, but it was soon broken by Pinkie Pie saying, “Well, I don't know about you guys, but I've already really gotta go!” “I don't feel anything yet,” boasted Rainbow Dash. “I already have this one in the bag!” “Well, I don't feel anything neither,” replied Applejack, not willing to be counted out so soon. “So, I think I'm the one whose got this in the bag!” “Not a chance!” she shot back, her competitive streak showing. “Both of you are wrong! If anyone's gonna win this thing, it's gonna be me,” said Scootaloo. “Dream on, pipsqueak!” The more headstrong girls bickered back and forth for a bit, all insisting that they would be the one to win. Applebloom joined in, saying that she would show them all who the real winner was. Meanwhile, Pinkie Pie bounced up and down in place, not bothering to hide that she was already incredibly desperate. Still, it was fun for her, simply because it was a game. Rarity sat poised as always, perfectly concealing the building pressure that she felt. She had no intention of letting anyone see her get even the slightest bit desperate. Sweetie Belle sat next to her, trying to imitate her, though it was clear that she was already beginning to fidget a bit. Fluttershy took a few deep breaths as she felt her own desperation begin to set in. She was no stranger to having to hold for long stretches of time. Being shy to a fault, she always struggled to get up the nerve to ask in class or to excuse herself when she was hanging out with her friends, preferring instead to hold it as long as she possibly could and go when she was safely at home. As all of this was going on around her, Twilight Sparkle crossed her legs at the ankles, wondering how long she was going to last. Since she had joined mostly out of curiosity, she kept a careful eye on everyone, observing. She didn't know what the outcome would be just yet, but she knew at least that it was going to be incredibly interesting! A/N: The wettings begin next chapter! I've already planned who is going to win, but you all can tell me who you're rooting for if you want.
  6. As an imagination test, could you imagine yourself waking up tomorrow without being able to watch, enjoy, read about or experiment your fetish? I for sure not. How big in your priorities or routine is it for you ? (Asking as someone who spends hours in here almost every day)
  7. Hey guys. After seeing some youtube channels with videos of desperate girls from live TV chat shows in the General Discussions forum, I went through all these vids and uncovered some real gems, where desperation is really obvious. I have thus downloaded these vids and will gradually post the really good ones on this thread. Hopefully, if anyone else has similar kinds of videos, they can post them here as well. (Note to moderators: I was unsure whether posting this stuff is banned or not. I've read the rules and there doesn't appear to be anything banning the posting of such vids. In fact, almost all these vids are publicly available on youtube, and since they're take from live TV stations, the girls do know that they are being filmed. However, should you really wish me to stop posting them, just inform me). The first video is from hot blonde Mikki B from red light central. You can see her obvious desperation - she holds herself, crouches on the floor, leg bouncing, and any person with no experience of lip-reading (myself included) can tell that she is pleading to be let off screen. (Note: this video originally came in two parts....I have merged them together for convenience). Enjoy RLC1 to09 10 2014 827 flv 010(1)(1).mp4
  8. Alyssa Reece is officially my favorite porn star. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5970e143c08d5 Warning: There's no full nudity, just panties in the last 2/3ish. However, PornHub.......
  9. Fire Emblem: Tales of Journey

    [[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.
  10. The goal of this particular interactive is to not pee your pants. Or to pee your pants in an interesting way. There are 10 possible endings and dozen of exciting paths! :p *** You wake up to the sound of your phone chiming an aggressively loud tone. Bleh. You hate walking up to an alarm. Particularly on a Saturday when you didn't even need to get up. You really need to go into your phone's settings and set the alarm to weekdays only. But not right now. Right now you are bursting for a pee. As you force yourself out of bed you idly wonder if everyone needs to pee as soon as they wake up? Or if it's just you? You don't bother with a robe. It's not that cold and your roommate Dee is the only other person in the house. Pajamas are plenty formal enough for Dee. They are even nice pajamas for a change. Your Mom decided for your birthday last month that you needed better than sweats and a T-shirt in case you ever had "company" and picked you out a cute pair of flannelette polka-dot pj's. It's getting almost too warm for them, you muse, might need to switch to just panties and that old T in a couple of weeks. When you reach the bathroom door you are annoyed to find it locked. You can just hear the sound of running water behind the door. Dee must be having a shower. Damn it. You really need to pee. Like now. Would you like to; Knock on the door and yell at Dee to hurry up? Turn to page 12 Wait until she is done showering? Turn to page 31 Pee in the kitchen sink? Turn to page 26 Find something else to pee in? Turn to page 28
  11. For a long time, I have been working on a setting with a few friends of mine, and it has become quite expansive. In a bid to flesh out more of the world, I've decided to run this Interactive story! Our adventures will start out with only a single girl, created by the thread, but may expand in the future into a small party. This will be non-canon in the universe (except perhaps the other version of the interactive story, and only that.). The year is 1434 A.D, and the world is far different than our own at the same point in time. Magic is a fact of life , Gods and Goddesses of Myth commune with their followers frequently, and medicine and sanitation has moved far ahead from the filth of our own fifteenth century. Almost all houses can afford an enchanted chamberpot, one that simply teleports waste to a proper sewer. Water world-wide is far cleaner - Wells have been runed to destroy disease as they are pumped. The effects are far reaching - Population numbers are a lot higher. On the topic of population... Humans aren't alone! Humans share the planet with a number of races, and as such, the list of playable races is: Human - Shorter than modern humans on a whole, but otherwise the most populous and joe-average of races. Magic Attunement is Average, Spiritual Attunement is Above Average. Elf - Pointed ears are more similar to Warcraft Blood Elves or anime Elves rather than Tolkien-style. Taller than dwarves, usually shorter than Humans but quite lithe and lean. Exceptional reflexes, perceptive sight and hearing - Good at picking out details others might need time to notice. Bones are lighter than humans, and break more easily. Many sub-species/ethnicities. Magic Attunement is High, Spiritual Attunement is Below Average. Dwarf - Stout, tend towards muscular builds. Famous Crafstmen and the most wide-spread race by distance traveled. Fascinated by technology and often mix runework enchantments with early steam engines for many kinds of work. Magic Attunement is Above Average, Spiritual Attunement is Low. Orc - Very tall, very well muscled, and very green. Native to the Asian steppes, but have spread far with the Mongols and other groups over time. Orcs have lower-jaw tusks at the corners of their mouths, usually measuring a few inches. Sharp somewhat pointed ears are also notable. Craftsmen rivaling Dwarves in skill, with different focuses. Magic Attunement is Low, Spiritual attunement is Above Average. Beastkin - A collection of demihuman people of a huge variety of sub-species, once magically melded with creatures in the distant past. Catgirls and Wolfboys are common examples, but anything from Shark-kin to Raven-kin or Snake-kin is possible. More detail will be given in-story or based on player choice, as a full list of all that exist would fill an encyclopedia. Tend towards unusual hair colours of all sorts, such as blue or pink, due to a quirk of magic. Magic Attunement is Above Average, Spiritual Attunement is High. Fae - Winged Faerie people, around the size of an elf on average, but with pointed ears sticking out further sideways instead of back. Hair and eye colour vary wildly. All Fae have transparent wings sprouting from between their shoulder blades. The flight granted by these wings is not flight like a Bird-kin might have, but an inherent magical flight. Wings take the shape of a slightly sharper and more angular version of what you might see on Tinker Bell from Peter Pan, for a close comparison. Wings are always tattooed with the pattern and colour of the clan the Fae originates from or has been adopted into, once they have come of age. Magic Attunement is Very High, Spiritual Attunement is Below Average. Monster Races - As the name might suggest, races with a body shape outside of the average humanoid, like Lamia, Arachne, Centaurs, and more. Almost as varied as Beastkin. Magic Attunement is Above Average, Spiritual Attunement is Above Average... But monster folk are not well liked overall, and are more likely feared or hated, making integrating with society difficult. Non-playable races that might show up are: Lizardmen - Cold-blooded humanoid lizards that tower over humans and other humanoids. They live a shamanistic and raiding centered lifestyle, and only rarely leave their home in North Africa. They have difficulty speaking human tongues, and gender is not immediately visible looking at an individual. Dragons - Dragons are long lived and extremely powerful, controlling magic a mortal could only dream of matching. They tend to keep to themselves, and see their family, friends, knowledge and possessions as their hoard, and will destroy entire countrysides if their hoard is threatened. They number few, and can easily shift into a humanoid form to blend in with other societies. Finally, the most important part! In order to begin, we will need the following for our starting girl. Race: Age: Place of Origin: Profession: Reason for becoming an Adventurer: Bladder capacity will be voted on once those five are sorted, as will her adventuring gear. I hope this isn't too long-winded a start, and I'm eager to see what sort of hijinks the players come up with.
  12. I think most of us owe Akira Toriyama a thanks for helping us discover this kink of ours, because quite a few personal stories I've read trace it to when as a kid they read this well known comic called Dragon Ball that had a brief bit of Bulma Briefs peeing her pants in fear after being saved. I'll never forget the day I first saw this image. I found out the pissing happened through TV Tropes and their trivia about how in the episode it was just a sparkle but in the comics she completely pissed her pants. Up until that moment having not yet seen or read that part of the story (though Bulma was very familiar to me, as I would look over the shoulder of kids on the bus who were giggling over the infamous 'no balls' setup and flashing gag) so I had just thoughts in my head of how this scene played out. This was when I was just starting to grasp that the idea of a grown woman urinating in her clothes turned me on, so this was a curiosity for me that was about to set a fire. So one day at the mall I went in the book store and knowing I had time til I'd be picked up I found and scanned the first volume front to back and back to front, trying to pinpoint where this scene happens (TV tropes mentioned it on the page for episode 2 for some reason?) and after going thru it a couple times I finally landed on the page I was looking for. Holy hell, it was better than I imagined, and as cheesy as Viz's dialogue was it was perfect for the moment. I stared at that panel at least five minutes in total, reading before and after and then rereading Goku saying "All's swell that ends swell" and Bulma crying out "What's so swell about peeing my pants?" as urine drips down the sky like a mini waterfall there's no point in hiding it. By the time I put the book up (it was a few years til I worked up the nerve to buy that scandalous book) my own pants were rather sticky, and mind you this was the first time such a thing had happened for me in public. The part of the story that bridges the gap from there to me being here now is for another time, but one way or another that blue-haired beauty has played a key role in getting me deeper and deeper into this - as my username and avatar plainly illustrate. So this thread will be where I dump new fan art for Bulma. An album will come but I wanna open with this: Since the one and only dress wetting drawing that exists in the manga that sparked this fetish for me is a very small one I decided to start by making it larger. Traced to be perfectly aligned with the pen strokes Toriyama first put down, I have three versions to share. One is essentially a stencil, do as you like with it as it's not mine, it's merely a tracing. I also have two colored versions here, one of the ink chosen by Viz for their online release years ago that I keep as an avatar, and the other keyed to the scene as its presented in the anime. I plan to do more recolors when the time presents, but my pee art is one of my many time consuming hobbies. A lot of what crops up here will be a matter of when I'm simply in the mood. So as always hope you enjoy and please give feedback and suggestions. I might like some of your ideas and push them thru ;)
  13. Just one I thought I'd do for fun, while I have a bit of time to myself. Starring Princess Peach and Princess Daisy as featured in Mario & Sonic at the Olympic Games. No one else seems to want to do one for them, and at this point, I'm used to turning to my own stories for fetish fuel. Princess Desperation at the Olympics Princess Peach and Princess Daisy were relaxing at Hyde Park after a long and exhausting game of beach volleyball against Mario and Luigi, which they had won. They were dripping with sweat and very thirsty, due to the length of the game and it being on a beach on a hot summer day, so they drank at least ten glasses of water and five bottles of Gatorade each. After their refreshing drinks, they felt a lot cooler, and stopped sweating. And, after some Equestrian show jumping, which Daisy won, the sweat dried off their shorts as well. For they were wearing their usual sports attire: Peach was wearing a pink tank top and short, tight pink shorts, and Daisy's outfit was similar, but with a yellow tank top and orange shorts. (Note: In this story they don't change for Equestrian) Their next event was the 100M Sprint. "Good luck," said Peach, playfully slapping Daisy's butt. Daisy laughed. "Not sure I'll need it. Daisy. But, good luck to you too!" "On your mark... get set... go!" They ran as fast as they could. Daisy was fast, but Sonic was also in the race and they were neck in neck. Sonic beat Daisy by a nose. "Oh, you were so close," said Peach. "That's all right," said Daisy. "It was still a fun race, and I got second." They drank two more glasses of water each, hot and slightly sweaty from the race. Their next event was Rhythmic Ribbon. Daisy did hers first. As Eggman took his turn next, Peach and Daisy felt a sudden urge to pee. They had drank a lot. They crossed their legs and fidgeted slightly as Eggman and Metal Sonic did their Rhythmic Ribbon, just wanting it to end so they could get to a bathroom. Once Metal Sonic's turn was over, Peach did her Rhythmic Ribbon. Usually she was so graceful she won first prize easy, but she messed up several times due to her need to pee, occasionally holding herself. She got last place, while Daisy won. "I need to go, bad!" said Daisy. "Me too," said Peach. "Hey, Princesses!" said Toad. "Your next event is about to begin!" The princesses groaned and made their way to Football (soccer). Peach and Daisy were on the same team as Knuckles and Silver. Their opponents were Shadow, Vector, Donkey Kong, and Yoshi. Daisy was usually very good at this game, but her full bladder distracted her and made it harder for her to run fast, let alone tackle or kick hard. Peach was having even more trouble than Daisy was, holding herself the entire time, and barely able to kick the ball. Daisy got the ball and ran with it, but held herself with one hand and walked slowly, feeling the pressure in her bladder slowly increasing. Shadow tripped Daisy with a Sliding Kick and got the ball. However, Silver got it back from him. At the end of the first round, neither team had scored. Five more rounds went by without anyone scoring, and the match dragged on and on. Peach and Daisy's desperation grew with each passing minute. Not only that, but they were going to miss their Synchronized Swimming. Which would have been a good opportunity to go, to pee in the water without anyone noticing. Knuckles got the ball and passed it to Peach. Peach was now holding herself with both hands, and walking at a slow pace with the ball. She really needed to go, but the game just wouldn't end. Then Yoshi took the ball from her, and Peach could feel herself leak, dampening her pink panties. "I don't know how much longer I can hold it..." said Daisy. "I have to finish this fast!" Using her desperation to motivate her, Daisy ran over to Yoshi and took the ball. She ran as fast as she could towards her opponents' net, though, in her desperation, she lost the ball. She quickly ran back to the ball, but Vector tackled her. She fell facedown, and leaked a little into her shorts. Daisy whimpered as Vector scored on her team's net. Daisy and Peach were both relieved that someone had scored. Once this round was over, the game would be over. There would be time before their next event to use the bathroom and prevent greater damage to their shorts. Unfortunately for them, right before the end of this round, Silver scored, tying it at 1-1, and leading into another round. "I need to pee SO BADLY!" said Daisy. Peach only whimpered in response. She wasn't as athletic as Daisy and didn't think she could hold it as long as her. She was about to burst. The game extended for three more rounds. Knuckles passed the ball to Peach again. Shaking with the effort of holding it in, Peach just kicked it out of bounds. As Donkey Kong kicked the ball back into the field, Peach couldn't hold it anymore. A soft hissing noise could be heard, and Peach's shorts grew warm and wet. Rivers of pee flowed down her beautiful legs and onto the grass below. Daisy ran by Peach as she chased Yoshi with the ball. She caught sight of Peach peeing herself, and leaked a little more. After just under a minute, Peach finished peeing. She was blushing beet red. She, a princess, had just wet herself. She sat down and hung her head in shame while the audience laughed. Daisy got the ball, holding herself with one hand, ran to the opposing net, and kicked as hard as she could, leaking slightly in the process. Daisy scored, putting the game at 2-1. Fifteen seconds later, the round ended. Peach and Daisy's team had won! "Right on time too," said Toad, "cause your next game is gonna begin in a minute!" "Can it wait?" said Daisy. "I have to go to the bathroom really badly!" "Hold it until the end of the game," said Toad. "It's an hour before your fencing match." "But I REALLY need to go!" Toad wasn't listening, as he was getting Peach to her feet. "At least you can play well now. And the same thing happened to Amy once." Peach's face was still red, but she felt a little better as she and Daisy ran to Badminton. Their opponents were Wario and Waluigi. The audience snickered at the sight of Peach's wet shorts, but Espio ignored it and gave the signal for the game to begin. At first, Peach and Daisy dominated. Well, Peach did better than Daisy, Daisy could barely swing because she was holding herself with one hand and was now crossing her legs where she stood. The princesses got up to four points, but then Wario and Waluigi started doing better, and Daisy started missing the birdie. Soon, they were tied, 4-4. Peach was able to score, but every time she scored, Waluigi would score immediately after, keeping the game tied, and every time the game was tied at this point, a team needed to get two points in a row to win. Daisy dropped her racket and held herself with both hands, crossing her legs and fidgeting. She didn't care about the game anymore. She just wanted it to end so she could get to a bathroom. She could feel the pee sloshing around inside her and knew she was about to burst. Then, Wario deliberately spiked the birdie directly at Daisy. It hit Daisy in the face and knocked her on her butt. The sudden impact combined with the surprise, and her uncrossing her legs and taking her hands off her crotch, was too much for her. Daisy's already-damp shorts darkened, and a puddle grew where she sat. *ppppssssssssssssss* "Ahhhhhhhhhh..." Daisy blushed as she continued to pee like a race horse, but greatly enjoyed the relief, almost forgetting about her humiliation. Peach blushed lightly at the sight of Daisy wetting her shorts. But, it did make her own experience a little less embarrassing. Wario and Waluigi laughed as the tomboyish princess continued peeing herself in front of them. Daisy peed for over a minute, and felt immensely relieved when she was done. "Ahhh, that's better..." She sat in her puddle of pee for about a minute before Espio said "I'm sorry about your accident, but it's time to continue the game." Daisy blushed and stood up, her shorts absolutely soaked. "Now that I don't have to pee anymore, you two are in big trouble!" The score was 12-12. As they went back and forth, Daisy scored twice in a row. The first time was easy because Wario and Waluigi were still too distracted laughing at Daisy's accident. Daisy, meanwhile, was thinking about the game, she'd worry about her embarrassment later. Besides, she almost enjoyed playing in her wet shorts. Peach and Daisy won that game. There was still some time to go before their fencing match. Daisy drank six bottles of water. "Aren't you worried you might... um... have another accident?" said Peach. "I don't think my shorts can get any wetter," said Daisy, "and it wasn't so bad." She giggled, and so did Peach, who, feeling thirsty herself, drank just as much water. Their fencing match lasted longer than they had expected. They both got eight hits in, but continued to block and avoid each others' attacks. It went on for half an hour, after which both princesses needed to pee again. Their new drinks having gone through them, as well as what was left over after Peach's accident. "Ahhhhhhh..." sighed Daisy as she peed where she stood, enjoying the warm release as the pee flowed down her legs. The audience laughed but she didn't care. Her shorts were already wet, after all. Too caught up in the pleasure she took from wetting herself, she forgot about the match, and Peach hit her with the practice sword, knocking her on her butt. Her rear splashed into her puddle. "Hey, I hadn't finished!" said Daisy, still peeing. "Peach wins!" said Espio. "Yes, that's all good, but I really need to go!" said Peach, dropping her sword and holding herself. "Just go in your shorts," said Daisy as she finished peeing. "They're already wet! And it feels really good!" "I don't want to do that again," said Peach, and she ran for the bathroom. But, she didn't make it. Again.
  14. female This Isn't Pool Water

    Heyyy all! It's been a while, so I figured I'd update you with one of my more exciting adventures of recent times!! Per usual, if you just want the peeing and don't care about the build up, skip to paragraphs 3, 5, and 6! Three or four days ago, after a long shift at work, I felt the urge to blow off some steam in an...unconventional...way . As usual, I had been hydrating well throughout the day, but I knew I wanted to do something pee-related with my evening, so I didn't permit myself the customary restroom break before heading home. The urge wasn't too bad when I finally barged through my front door and chucked my keys onto the table, but I knew it would be coming sooner than later. Quickly, I darted to my room and stripped out of my outfit for the day. I, in the midst of an embarrassing amount of horniness , briefly considered making a puddle as I stood nearly naked in the middle of the floor, but after a brief moment of hesitation, my lack of will to clean up the mess won out. Instead, a different idea came over me and I shuffled through my drawers until I found my swimsuit, which I proceeded to don. There's a fitness facility near my house, complete with indoor pool that I frequent, and I thought it might be fun to take my pee there. Despite it being entirely too cold, I threw one of my running skirts over my bikini bottoms and compensated by wearing a heavy hoodie. With that, I grabbed a spare set of clothes, downed the contents of my water bottle, refilled it, and set off! When I pulled into the gym parking lot fifteen minutes later, though I wasn't yet bursting, I could feel the urgency rising. It was chilly enough to prevent anybody from hanging out in the parking lot, which worked in my favor. Conversely to everyone else, I parked as far away from the doors as I could and grinned cheesily to myself. As I enjoyed a few extra fleeting moments of warmth in my car, I chugged down my water bottle. It was agonizing. I could hear and feel the water sloshing in my stomach as I opened the door and rose to my feet. The cool air nipped at my skin and I shivered as goosebumps developed. I glanced about to ensure nobody was around. The coast was clear. It was time to warm up my legs . I still have difficulty convincing my bladder to let me wet myself in public situations, so despite my rapidly-processing kidneys and active attempt to alleviate the ever-growing pressure, it took a bit of effort. I loitered nonchalantly (Who am I kidding? It was probably the most conspicuous thing in the world) by my car and tried to open the flood gates. After several seconds that seemed to stretch into hours, the chill below was met by a spurt of warmth. The first jet of pee seeped tantalizingly into my bikini bottoms, which pressed warmly against my lady bits. With a little more coercing, the juices were finally flowing. I shook with chills as cascades of warmth overflowed my swimsuit and began finding their way down my legs. I subtly smiled to myself and began making my way, very slowly, for the gym door, a task which proved easier said than done. It never fails to be an exhilarating, but extremely peculiar sensation to walk while gushes of pee pour out of my nether regions, drench my legs, and spatter to the ground. As the pee reached my feet, it was swiftly wicked up by the fabric of my socks until one of my old, ratty shoes satisfyingly squelched with every step. As I nervously glanced around to ensure there were no witnesses, I quietly admired the trail of drops and splatters that followed me to the door. I had underestimated how badly I needed to relieve myself. I was nearly to the gym before the last few drops found their way out. My legs glistened with wetness. I checked in and made my way to the locker room, not garnering anything more than a brief glance in passing. I was amazed at how oblivious people are to everything around them. A grown 23-year-old woman just peed herself like a little girl, legs shimmering with wetness, yet nobody had a clue. A sense of accomplishment welled inside me as I rounded the corner into the locker room and found a place to stash my effects. It was weirdly empty for a weekday evening. I shrugged it off, preoccupied with the pleasure of a wet patch hugging my crotch, and drank another quarter bottle before making my way out to the pool. I plunged into the water and began swimming. I had perhaps gotten a little carried away with my fluid consumption. Within 10 minutes, the urge was making itself known again. There were a handful of people swimming, including one guy who seemed to have trouble keeping his eyes to himself (Or perhaps it was just a combination of my paranoia and an underlying desire for attention ), so I had to be discreet, but I was confident I could still get away with a little fun. I gave it another 2-3 minutes before I finally surrendered to my bladder and climbed out of the pool. I sat on one of the metal benches near the pool and prepared myself for round two. As I dripped with pool water, I soon also dripped with urine, both of which mixed on the seat and found their way to the floor. A surge of adrenaline shot through me and tangled up my innards as clear pee poured out of my bikini, unbeknown to any of the onlooking bystanders. I tried, frivolously, to contain that I was trembling with excitement. Thankfully, nobody seemed to acknowledge it. The guy shot a glance over at me as I was going at full blast. I shyly smiled and he quickly turned away. I found it difficult to finish peeing. With every "final" spurt, there seemed to be more to replenish it. Finally, I gave up and rose from my seat. The puddle I left behind was far more than feasible to pass as residual pool water dripping from a relatively small female. I dove back into the pool and swam for a few minutes until the urge struck again. In order to spread out the fun a little more, I stopped waiting for urgency. I peed on the poolside, in the pool, while jumping in, while swimming underwater--it was amazing!! At one point, I got out, faced the wall, and pulled my bikini to the side so I could admire the flow with my eyes as it saturated the floor and my butt. Finally, when I'd had enough (and the urges finally weren't practically every five minutes), I made my way back to the locker room, laughing to myself that the poor guy had no idea how many times I'd peed with him watching me. In the locker room, I noted again that it was deserted. One final devilish hoorah sprang to mind as I peeled off my wet swimsuit. I was totally alone--nobody could stop me . I had a little residual urine--not a ton, but enough. I stood there, naked, in the middle of the locker room, closed my eyes, and let it flow. I barely contained a childish giggle as pee splattered the floor beneath me and dripped down my legs one final time for the night. It wasn't enough to leave an impressive puddle, but it was plenty to provide a thrill. I quickly rinsed off in the shower, making great effort to not touch myself too much, threw on my dry clothes, and made my way home, glowing with excitement.
  15. What are your favorite wetting videos where she is at risk of being caught, does get caught, or is in a public place where people walk by? On purpose is preferred.
  16. female pyjama wetting

    hi everyone i dont do a lot wetting last week and i dont know when i will do new wetting because im sick but i thinking i will share with you this wetting i do few time ago... so here the pics of my pyjama wetting
  17. Peeing in a Dress?

    This is probably an ignorant question, a fact for which I apologize, but I'm genuinely curious: Ladies, how do you manage to pee when you're wearing a dress? I'm assuming that, outside of omo-related circles, wetting isn't a particularly conventional solution.
  18. View File Big boobed girl wetting Have not found it here, hope is not a repost Submitter Despholder Submitted 11/15/2017 Category Peeing  
  19. female New youtube video

    Saw this pop up on youtube. and the cap wetting is at :46 Pee and dance like an idiot!(3).mp4
  20. Chapter 1 “FUCK!” I yelled as I ran true a sea of trees. Behind me was a pack of beasts chasing me. “They're catching up!” the small girl strapped to my back yelled. “I know that Bab!” I yell at her as I continue to run. The beasts aren't that strong but fighting a pack of them is a different story. They could easily surround us and kill us before we could do anything. “Why in the hell did you attack the whole pack!” I yelled to Bab as I jumped over a log. “I thought there was only 3 of them,” she told me “left!” “FROST!” I yelled extending my left hand to blast the beast with cold ice magic. It was only knocked back and soon was chasing us again. “Any ideas?” “Ya don't stop running!” she yelled which really didn't help. It wasn't long however before I had to stop in front of a cliff. A raging current below us and a wild pack of beast behind us. We were out of options. I didn't have my sword. Our mana was getting low. And I can feel Bab’s diaper leaking on my back again!. “You trust me?” I asked bab. “Right now? No!” she told me already knowing what I was going to do. “Good, neither do I,” I tell her before jumping off the cliff. Both Of us screaming on our way down, the only thing I could think about was how I got here in the first place. I was just some average guy. Single, working and saving anything extra to start college in a year or two. The luckiest thing to happen to me in the last 3 years was getting a ticket for a hiking trip my friend won in a contest. Sadly his grandma passed away and was going to her funeral. So as to not waste a ticket he gave it to me. And to be honest, while I was having fun I really didn't pack well for it. I didn't know much about hiking and the clothes I bought weren't the best. Just 3 t-shirts, pants, socks, underwear, and a warm jacket. Luckily I did get myself some hiking boots but I also brought my regular pair for when we set camp and I could be more comfortable. The rest of the gear I got from my friend who was already prepared for himself. Camping Travel Cooking Utensils Set (cooking scissor, blender spatula, meat knife, cutting board, soup spoon, stainless steel turner, cook fork and a tongs,) TETON Sports Mountain Adventurer 4000 Backpack Double Sleeping Bag Sundome 2 Person Tent SURVIVAL Traveller First Aid Kit Magnesium Flints Scraper Stone (3) Pocket knife Flashlight 12 Survivors - Hand Pump Water Purifier Extra rope FiveJoy Military Folding Shovel Multi-Tool I was all set for the trip. But after the second day, something strange happens. A freak storm hit us in the middle of the hike. None of us knew what was going on until suddenly I saw a flash of light and the storm was gone. When I opened my eyes I was inside what looked like ruins. Behind me was an altar with some glowing dust scattered all around it. I was too freaked out about all of this that I ran towards the only exit I could see and into a small town. People who looked like they ware from a renaissance fair just stared wide-eyed at me. To make a long story short, I freaked out. It took the townspeople 2 days to explain to me what had happened and why I was here. I was no longer on earth but a place called Caruma. Here everything we know about fantasy is from here. A long time ago two gods fought over an empty world but their fight always lead to a draw. So they decided if they couldn't decide on the winner with their power they would use something else. They created 15 castles and hid them around Caruma. Each crystal summons something from another world. Poruma the black god summoned monsters. Rilla the wight god summoned warriors. Each crystal could summon 1 warrior every 10 years. And the first to destroy all the crystals would be the winner. Over the next 3000 years, the world was populated by man and monster. Humans built towns and temples around the summoning crystals. Out of the 15, 7 white crystals have been destroyed. While 5 dark crystals have been destroyed. When I asked about how I got here they could only give a guess. 31 years prior the town was attacked by monsters and they destroyed the crystal. But because it was already about to summon a hero the remaining pieces must have spent the last 30 years collecting power to summon me here before the crystal died. They then told me who I could go back. The crystals work as a two-way door. On this side, they gather energy and in 10 years they pull someone over. However, if you bring enough magical energy to them you can have them send you back home. The problem with this, it normally takes a lot of magic to do so and there aren't many people who have that type of magic here. So they suggested I go to a city and see if I could find any magic users to send me back. That's when we reached our final problem. I had no way to get them. When the village was destroyed all those years ago most people left and the ones who stayed are now too old or too young to take me. The only exception is a farm boy named John who was 16 2 years younger than me. But in order for him to take me, I had to first make a contract with him. In this world, the heroes learned how to tap into magic but it came with a curse. Each person had to wear a special bracelet and form a contract with another person. This unlocked the power to use magic. However, both people were cursed to never be away from each other long. Should they be away from each other for 6 hours they both will die. If one dies the other has 6 hours to find someone else to form a bond with or they will die as well. The curse can be lifted once the pair completely one of 3 quests and the bracelets can be removed while still granting the person to use magic. The reason he wants to form a bond is that it would make traveling a lot easier through the woods. He said there aren't many strong monsters here but it's better safe than sorry. I had to wait 3 more days before the contract could be made. During that time I the people let me stay with them knowing I had nothing to offer other than some small work. On my final night there I was staying at an orphanage. There were only 5 kids there. 2 boys 3 girls and women who took care of them. She asked me to stay with them for the night as the kids wanted to see what a person from another world looked like. The kids staying here are from parents who either died, left for adventure, or was just left with no idea who the parents were. It was sad but the kids enjoyed playing with me. All except one who only stared at me. The women later told me Ema was the girl's name and that while she was 14 her body was short and looked more like a 10-year-old. Also, she had some problems. For one she couldn't speak. Anything that came out of her mouth sounded like gibberish. Next, her hands couldn't hold onto things well. So she's been forced to use baby bottles. And lastly, she had to wear diapers. For some reason, her bladder was just too weak. I honestly felt bad for her. By the sounds of it, she would have to be taken care of for the rest of her life. Later that night I said my goodbyes to the kids and followed John into the woods. The contract could only be made during a full moon and when it’s made it will make a bright flash so were in the woods so as to not disturb anyone. “Ok this should be good,” he said as we were pretty far from everyone. “Now then let's begin.” He then began to chant something and soon both of our bracelets were glowing. We both raised our hands to form the contract but stopped when we heard something. The contract stopped as we looked around the forest and heard something. Upon investigating we found one of the kids spying on us. Behind them the woman yelling for the girl. Apparently, she chased after us after we left without telling the women. After a brief talk with the women, she was taking the Ema girl when she ran up to me. “be jvy ruwvj ox jvy woz, gy bojv hog c bozupw.” Ema said. As she grabbed my hand wanting me to kneel in front of her. “What’s wrong,” I asked her. “wuhy ik jvy nogyl op oil toilpye cpz gy xuwvj xol jvy luwvj.” she said. suddenly my bracelet began to glow again. “NO!” John yelled. But it was too late. A bright flash hit my eyes and for a few moments, I couldn't see. I just heard the same thing be repeated. “YES YES YES!” a girl cried out in excitement. “EMA! What did you do!” the women yelled and when I could finally see I saw the Ema girl jumping up and down with excitement. “I finally did it! I'll finally be free!” Ema said until the women grabbed her by the hand. “What did you do!?” the women yelled at Ema. “She just formed a contract. How did she even do that?” John asked. That's when I looked at the girl's arm and saw a smaller bracelet on. “Yep and now I can finally get out of here,” Ema said. “How did you even get a bracelet in the first place. And how did you activate the spell?” John asked. “I stole it from miss dumb cunt here.” Ema said and nodded at the women. “And anyone who knows magick knows that spell.” “I think the bracelets mine.” the women told John. “my husband was an adventure.” “But that still doesn't explain how she knew the spell.” he replied. “Wait, didn't she just say she already knew the spell?” I asked and everyone looked at me. “Wait you can understand me!” Ema yelled. “Of cores I can, you're not speaking gibberish anymore,” I tell her. “What are you talking about?” the women asked. “She’s still talking the same,” John told me. “The bracelets! You can understand me because of the bracelets!” Ema yelled. “What do you mean? How can the bracelets do that?” I asked and looked at John who looked very confused. “Enough of this nonsense I'm taking you home Ema and you're going to be grounded!” the women grabbed the girl and started pulling her away. “Stop! My name isn't Ema it's Bab! And I'm not going anywhere!” she said as she tried to resist the much bigger women. “Wait I need to figure this out,” I tell the women. “I'm sorry but she needs to go home. I think all this stimulant is just being too much for Ema.” she tells me. “IM NOT EMA!” the girl screamed as the women jumped when electricity popped out of the girl's hands. Once let go she ran over and got behind me. “She can already use magic!” John said in amazement. “Ema it's time to come home.” the women told her again. “I'm not Ema, I'm Bab. tell her!” the girl said to me. “She said her name’s not Ema but Bab.” I tell the women and Bab nodded in agreement. “Could she be speaking another language and it's only after the contract was formed that you can understand her.” John asked me. After this, it just became a back and forth discussion about me understanding her. We had to prove I could understand her and after a long time, we finally came to the conclusion that I could. But shortly after that, we got into the main and biggest problem. I was now connected to a tiny child and I still needed to leave! After a long discussion about everything, it was finally decided I had to take Bab with me. Because of the curse, we couldn't be more than 40 feet from each other for more than 6 hours and I couldn't stay in the town. I had to find a way home. So, I wound up adopting Bab and forced to take her with me on my journey. Sadly because of her, John could no longer come with us. The plan was to use the magic to get through safely but without it, it just becomes too much of a risk when he would have to come back alone. Before we left the women gave me a bag full of things for Bab. while her backpack had things like clothing, a pillow, blanket, and a few random things. The bag the women gave me had her more ‘personal’ things. Such as 3 bottles, a changing mat, wipes, baby powder, and a lot of diapers. She even had to show me how to change the little girl. Much to bab’s displeasure. In the end, this is where our adventure of began dropped in a new world.
  21. female Rachel and a Rare Wet Bed

    A couple of nights ago I wet the bed. I know what many of you are thinking, that’s cool because Rachel is totally into bedwetting, however this was a completely unplanned accident. I wasn’t wearing protection, I was sharing the bed with my hubby, I didn’t plan it, and I hadn’t been irresponsible the night before. I’ve wrestled with my relationship with bedwetting for many years, and the relationship has always been a complicated one. After getting Botox to deal with my overactive bladder more than 6 years ago, I’ve only rarely had a wet night accidentally, and this has always been on nights when I was irresponsible. This means when I’d had a good number of alcoholic drinks, or on a few occasions when I’d drunk a lot of non-alcoholic drinks and didn’t use the washroom before bed. One most of these occasions, knowing my propensity for the odd accident when going to bed in this condition, I was responsible, and slipped on protection before falling asleep. On a couple of occasions, a slightly less drunk husband helped me into protection, not wanting to be soaked in the night by his leaky wife. And there have been a couple of times when we forgot the protection and I was woken up by a slightly grumpy hubby who was himself awoken by my pee. Our bed is pretty well protected with a mattress cover. A cover that stays on no matter how many dry nights I’ve had. It’s there for other reasons: I do still like to have intentional ‘accident’ from time to time, even reliable diapers leak if you are sleeping or laying in a strange position, and I’ve been known to had the odd leak during rigorous bedroom activity. As a result, and because the protection hasn’t always been that reliable, there are a decent number of stains on our mattress. I’ve certainly had a good number of planned accident, which usually entail me being less than responsible with regards to before bed drinks, slipping into a Goodnite, and either waking up in the night and wetting it of my own volition, or waking up in the morning and wetting my diaper while languishing or cuddling. My hubby tolerates this activity so long as I wash the sheets if there are any leaks, avoid getting any leaks on him, and well, because he knows how excited it gets me, and that I often need other attention after I chance. This accident was none of these. It was entirely out of the blue. I went to bed after not having had a drink of anything (let alone something with caffeine) for many hours before bed time, and after I used the washroom responsibly after brushing my teeth. I slipped into bed wearing only a pair of my favorite Little Mermaid panties as it was relatively hot out, and I love just gallivanting about in only panties. I was woken up in the morning by my Hubby getting up for work. The puddle was entirely on my side and didn’t hadn’t got him wet, due to the way in which we had been sleeping. As a result, we both slept through the wetting. We wakes up much earlier than I do, and when he did, and rolled over to cuddle, he came in contact with the enormous wet spot underneath me. He shook me awake and asked something like “Rachel, everything ok?” He was clearly unsure whether the puddle was an accident or on purpose, as evidenced by the tone of his voice. I was pretty groggy but my body language made it rather clear that this has been an accident. I was hit with a wave of complicated emotions – embarrassment, concern about my husband’s comfort, worry that I got him wet or that my bladder might be acting up again, arousal, fear of rejection, that exhibitionistic thrill, and countless others. My husband couldn’t stick around for long as he doesn’t leave himself very much time to get ready in the morning, so after a very short and groggy chat he took off to get ready for work. I was left laying in a wet bed, my mind racing, the throbbing feeling of arousal sneaking its way between my legs, and feeling overall rather funny. I was still in bed, the sheets around me cold and wet, my wet panties still clinging to by body, when my husband rushed out the door maybe 30 minutes later. I think I must have snoozed a little, because when he came in to wish me a good day and give me a kiss, I felt like I was woken up again. He rushed out and this time I felt less confused. I look down at my crotch and the puddle under my bum and reveled in the distinct wet patch on my lavender sheets. I looked to see where my panties had become a little transparent and I could see the hint of my sex through them. I noticed that despite my having wet some time in the night, there were still parts of my panties that were still dry. By now, the confused thoughts of a teenage Rachel uncertain why she was getting turned on by something that wasn’t normal to be turned on by, or that was an inconvenient and embarrassing medical issue, had evaporated like morning fog, and instead were replaced with the naughty, sexy, age-play thoughts. My inner voice was no longer confused and a little bit scared, instead it was reprimanding me in its sternest Daddy voice, chastising me for having wet my bed, how I should know better, how maybe I didn’t deserve to wear big girl panties to bed, and other such things. My girl parts were throbbing when I finally got up a short while later. Pulsing with a wet urgency. I didn’t tidy up my bed just yet. Instead I slipped my panties off, and slid into the shower, to enjoy the warm wetness washing over me. After my shower I went back into my room and appreciated my wet spot from a couple of different angles, and artfully arranged my panties for a couple of shots. Then I lay back in bed, this time next to the wet spot and wet panties, and brought myself to a spectacular climax with the help of a couple of my toys. All the while glancing over at my wet spot and running through age play and bedwetting dialogues in my mind, conjuring up past accidents and play time fun. Clean up was also fun. I changed into a fresh pair of Little Mermaid panties (I still have a tonne of these, despite my initial thought that they’d sell well), and some lounging PJs and I stripped my bed. I then bundled everything up and did the walk of shame down to the laundry room, a walk I’ve done thousands of times in my life. After I had a chance to reflect on things further, I was a little worried about the accident, but I decided I’d wait to see if it was a one off, or whether there might be a problem, and I’d just enjoy it for what it was, an accident. I was rather proud of myself for how I was able to embrace the accident, rather than give in to all the other negative stuff that can crop up for me along with a wet bed. Since this time I’ve worn Goodnites to bed all week, just in case. Disappointingly I’ve had one other wet night; this morning, when I woke up in rather wet Goodnites. They didn’t leak, but they were rather wet, and once again I had been pretty responsible before bed. It wasn’t the same sexy experience, mostly because I didn’t have time to languish in bed. It felt more like old times, when I’d get up, throw out my wet Goodnite, shower and get on with my day. Even growing up, I usually only eroticized ‘planned’ accidents, or used past accidents as part of my masturbatory fantasies. I was seldom turned on after having a real accident (in bed or elsewhere). I’ve since booked an appointment with my urologist, just in case, but this isn’t for a good number of weeks. So until then, I’ll keep wearing protection at night, and see how things go. In the meantime, I thought folks might appreciate the images that got me so turned on! Rach
  22. It's another story from yours truly everyone! This one a bit (well, a lot) longer. Enjoy :) Nadine arrived at the university after work, and we met up near the library to talk about stuff, like the class we were going to be doing in half an hour. We fetched some coffee at the stall outside, and then went inside, through the foyer, and upstairs to one of the comfier areas, so we could look at the things we had studied the night before. I noticed a few minutes after we sat down, however, that she seemed quite fidgety. She would subtly change position every minute or so, her brown hair swaying as she did so. I refrained from asking her about this, partly to keep the conversation flowing, partly to make sure didn't stop. She still drank her coffee like there was no trouble, unlike me, slowly sipping my mocha, because after twenty minutes she said she wanted another one! Of course, I was alerted further to her need as she and her curvy figure stood up quite gingerly, gingerly enough for me to see down her red shirt into her D cup breasts. "I kinda need to pee too, Simon." "Do you still want your coffee?" "Of course!" "Well, we only have ten minutes until class starts, and I'm not sure if you have time to use the bathroom after we get coffee. The tables fill up quick." "Oh well. I can hold it." "For two hours?" "Yep." "Okay." We went downstairs, and thankfully there was no line at the stall so she could still get her second coffee, and fill her bladder of course. We walked into the classroom, finding most of the room occupied, but there were still a couple of seats for Nadine and I. I noticed that she crossed her legs quite tightly as she sat down, her dark blue jeans stretching slightly under the stress. "As you may or may not have seen in the Blackboard section, today we will be learning about the mechanisms that toxins and poisons employ when they harm, and sometimes kill, whoever is unlucky enough to have them in their body." This was something I was actually interested in, hence why I took the course. Learning what poisons do, and how to stop them, is a fairly useful thing to know, isn't it? To my left, however, was something altogether more interesting. You guessed it, my squirming friend Nadine. She wasn't that distracting at the start of the class, but as time wore on, she got more and more desperate. Finishing off her second coffee after just fifteen minutes didn't help, of course. "Where's the bin?" "Already?" "Yep." "Over there, at the front." "Okay." As she wandered off to discard her coffee cup, my eyes wandered off with her, her legs staying together as she walked, her black ankle boots making the slightest of sounds as she made her way to the bin. Her right knee bent into her left as she threw the cup away, and she took her time walking back, seemingly to show herself off slinking back, but really to make sure she didn't leak. As she got back, however, she immediately pulled out a one litre bottle of water from her satchel and drank about ten percent of it. "You're thirsty." "I've just drank two coffees. I need to stay hydrated." "Good point." She smiled as she said this, and then crossed her legs again, this time opposite from before. It was another hour or so, and we were in a group activity at our tables, determining what were neurotoxins, what were blood toxins, and what were other types of toxins. I seemed to be the only one of the six at the table to actually know what was what, but even my attention wasn't entirely on the activity, and seemingly, neither was Nadine's. By now, her responses to her full bladder had escalated from less-than-occasional changes in position to a constant squirming. "Maybe you shouldn't have had that second coffee," I whispered to her. "Yeah, I definitely shouldn't have." "When did you last pee, anyway?" "This morning, when I woke up. What time is it now, Simon?" "About 3:30." "It's been, like, seven and a half hours!" "And you've had two coffees, half a bottle of water..." "I had another coffee at home, and one at work, and another bottle of water, which I refilled when I arrived. And a Boost at lunch." "Damn." She proceeded to tug at her belt and, counter-intuitively, finish off the rest of her bottle of water. "Make that a full bottle of water here," I said. "Yep. And now for a third." "Wow." We eventually did our activity, and the other work that we had to do in the class, although I had to help Nadine with a bit of her stuff, with her mind wandering rather below the desk, and her right hand planted in her crotch, her body sometimes leaning forward into the table. My mind was also wandering below the desk (and to my left), as was my penis, now pointing solidly upwards. I fixed this into a less obvious position as the lecturers were telling us what we needed for next lesson, and most of the class left almost immediately after. As for Nadine and I? Well, she couldn't get her legs uncrossed quite so quickly. When she finally stood up, it was even more gingerly than last time, and she was now struggling to hide her desperation. It was now almost four, a full eight hours since she last used the toilet. As we were walking, Nadine's legs were never apart, and her hand would sometimes stray near her privates. Part of me wanted to lead her to the toilet, but the rest of me wanted to keep her away. Outside, on the way to the library, she stopped, crossing her right leg over her left, and slightly bending over. "Don't we have to print the experiment instructions out?" Nadine asked. "Oh yeah. That's for tomorrow, right?" "Yeah, it is." We walked towards the library, the computer area making up the lower floor of the library building, and when we walked in, Nadine went straight past the bathrooms and down the stairs! Inside, I was like "Olé!", and I had to resist the urge to raise my hands in celebration as if I had scored a goal. Being next to her down the stairs, her slow walk was unbelievably sexy. The way her legs stayed together and slinked forward, she somehow managed to look graceful, despite her nagging need to pee. She then put her hand on her crotch as she came off the first flight of stairs and kept it there down the second. My lust was huge, my eyes almost certainly dilated, my penis making its presence known in my jeans. Nadine had to remove her hand as we entered the computer area proper, and she put her hands in her pockets. We found a pair of computers to use, and I sat down and watched Nadine do the same. She put her hand back in her crotch, and then crossed her legs as she carefully sat down. When we got off the computers after finding the experiment papers, she did this in reverse, but I noticed as we walked to the printers her hand was still in her privates. I let her go first, ostensibly as courtesy, but really to watch her shift from leg to leg as she released the print job. When she finished, I went on to release my print job, while staring at Nadine as if I was hypnotised by her pee dancing. Scratch that. I was hypnotised by her pee dancing. I wondered why she didn't just go, but I was so happy she didn't. "We can study at my house if you want," Nadine asked, as I finished printing the instructions. "Yeah, sure. Okay," I responded, rather more excitedly than I should have, with a noticeable smile on my face. "Let me just call my mum." I called my mum for permission to stay at Nadine's house, trying, and failing, to avoid watching Nadine cross her legs, spin around, and pace back and forth in her attempts to alleviate the annoyance in her bladder. At this point, I wasn't sure what was more noticeable. Her pee dancing, or my staring. Eventually, I managed to finish my phone call, complete with approval to stay at Nadine's. I put my forms in my bag, and we put on our jackets as we walked out of the library block, Nadine seemingly not even noticing the bathrooms between the flights of stairs going down to the computers and going up to the first level of books and comfy study areas, and even stopping along the way to the bus stop to fill up one of her water bottles. While I usually took a bus at the front gate of the uni, she took a bus at a completely different stop across a foot bridge from the back of the university. While we were walking toward there, her steps were small, and her hand, now somewhat inside her jacket sleeve, was in front of her, her satchel shielding it from other people's eyes, while I checked when the next bus to her house was. As we approached the bridge, Nadine stopped again, and this time she grabbed her crotch, bent over for a bit, and started jogging on the spot, her breasts bouncing along with her oscillations. "Oh my gosh, I'm dying to pee." "I can see that." "Where's the bathroom?" "The last one I saw was in the library." "Lets look for one now." The angel and devil on my shoulder fought for my conscience. The devil won convincingly. "It's twenty to five. Shouldn't we get home before sunset?" "But my bladder's sooo full." By now Nadine had crossed her legs around her hand and was bouncing up and down in a full on pee dance, her boobs still shaking as they peeked out of her red top. "You don't want me to wet myself, do you Simon?" I gave her a face somewhere between "touché" and "actually..." "Come on, you can hold it, can't you?" "I guess. It does kinda feel nice to hold it." This time, I could feel my eyes dilating, watching her adorable face blush as she said those words, and I actively had to keep my lips together to avoid my mouth drifting open. I struggled to say "cool" as Nadine uncrossed her legs and we crossed the bridge, Nadine's hand still in her crotch. After crossing the bridge, we still had to walk a bit further, and as the other side was busier than the university, Nadine had to put her hands in her pockets, and our walking pace momentarily slowed. As she did this, I got a sudden and compelling urge to hold her hand, and i had to use my right hand to keep my left hand away from her. We got to a set of pedestrian lights, and Nadine, now starved of movement, rose her right leg up to her left for a couple of seconds, and then did the same with her left leg to her right. She repeated this until the light turned green, and we reached the bus station soon after we crossed the road. It was now five to five, so the bus station was getting quite busy, but we managed to find a seat, which was good for Nadine, as now she could grab her crotch between her crossed legs and use her satchel to hide her actions. I put my left hand down next to me, and immediately felt something warm and soft, but something was telling me to keep it there, and it felt good, so I didn't check what it was. The buses were queuing like taxis at an airport, only with a lot more people, and a lot less space. I spotted a bus that would take us where we needed, but Nadine rejected it as it stopped in front of us, saying it was too crowded and had no seats left. Another bus came up a couple of minutes later, and Nadine saw it wasn't as crowded. This time, she motioned to get up much quicker, but instead sat back down. "Simon!" "What?" "Move your hand." "Huh? Oh." As it turned out, that lovely warmth was Nadine's right hand, so I tried to move it away so we could get on the bus. As we got on, however... "Simon!" she whispered. "What now?" "You're still holding my hand!" This time, I couldn't even stammer out a coherent response, and I prised my hand off of Nadine's, this time using my right hand to hold it away. All the while, I could feel the embarrassment travelling through me, and yet I started to feel giddy, my embarrassment seemingly being mixed in with copious amounts of oxytocin. After scanning our bus cards, Nadine led me to some seats near the back of the bus. Or at least tried to. "Simon? Simon!" "Oh, hello. Did I nod off a bit?" "Yeah." This time, she actually grabbed my hand and physically led me to our seats, Nadine taking the same position as before, but now with added squirming, which I could feel through her hand, which I was totally unable to let go of. As we were talking on the bus, I started to get sleepy. I was still aroused and jittery watching this beautiful girl next to me try to keep her bladder in check, but I was becoming more docile as time wore on. I couldn't lean to my left, as I was in an aisle seat, so eventually I leant into Nadine. "Simon?" "Yeah?" I said in a rather sleepy voice. "Are you tired?" Her voice sounded kinda cute, like a babysitter. "Yeah, kinda." "Do you have to lean on me?" "I don't know. You're really comfortable though." "It's not like I'm your girlfriend, though." "Maybe we can change that." I smiled as I said that, only to quickly realise that I just said that. Oh shit. "Did I just say that?" I stutter. "Yep." Nadine gave me a cheerful yet smug smile, her cute lipsticked lips drawing me in. 'She's not angry,' I thought. 'Good.' "Yeah, er, I like you. Quite a lot. Maybe we can go out on Saturday." "Sure," she affirmed, her smile lighting up her face. "I guess you are my girlfriend now," I remarked, my confidence coming back to me. "I guess I am, Simon." Then she kissed me. On the lips. My breathing suddenly slowed, and got heavier, and my jitters came back instantly. "Please, do that again. And never stop." So she did. The pleasure as we embraced, our lips locked, our arms around each other's warm bodies, even our movement, synchronised with each other and to the pulse of our kiss, it was the greatest pleasure I had ever experienced. My eyes wavered between open and closed, alternating between Nadine's startling eyes and a pitch black sensuality. In the hot mess that was us, Nadine leant me onto the seat and continued her life-giving kiss from above. It was a long time before it ended, but I would have preferred that it didn't end at all. Nadine pushed herself up above me and we looked at each other's eyes, still breathing heavily from the embrace, her hands planted to my sides. She then sat up normally and put both hands into her crotch, but not before I got a glimpse of her nether regions, now exhibiting a tennis ball sized wet spot. Meanwhile my lips now had red lipstick smudged on them, and for some reason I quite liked having it there. It certainly contributed to my longing desire to lock lips with Nadine again. "Looks like your bladder's getting real bad, now." "Well, duh!" she exclaimed, before whispering "I think I leaked when we did that." "Shit, really?" "Yeah, look. Before I leak again." She slowly lifted her hands from her lap, now only holding with her muscles. "That's not good," I said. "You don't say." Nadine put her hands back in her crotch, and tightly crossed her legs around them, keeping them there for the rest of the bus ride. She was also getting tired, having been constantly working since nine thirty, so she leant herself onto my lap, and I kissed her on her lips. We stayed like this until we got to our stop, which wasn't good for Nadine, as she now had to walk again. Nadine kept both hands in her crotch at all times, save for scanning her card again upon leaving the bus. The walk to her house was short and uninteresting, but upon arriving at her place we had to stop on the porch so she could muster up enough control to hide her significant desperation from her parents. It was now twenty to six, easily nine and a half hours since Nadine last used the toilet, and she had consumed something like five litres of drinks. She crossed her legs around her crotch again and bent down, then removed her hands and crossed her legs again. Before entering the house, we decided to kiss again, and the euphoria came back instantly, if only for the few seconds our lips were together. I took a peek at her crotch, or what I could make of it with her legs crossed, and her wet spot was now the size of a small plate, similar to what one would eat a slice of cake from, and as we entered the house, after she had carefully uncrossed her legs of course, I could see a slightly smaller spot on her bottom. "Hi mum. Hi Dad." "Hi Nadine," her mum responded. "Ooh, we have a visitor," her dad said. "Hi, Mr and Mrs Cilessen," I said. "My name's Simon." "Hi, Simon," they both said. Nadine, obviously not wanting to wait around her parents longer, headed for the stairs, and I followed. Our walk up the stairs was slower than ever due to Nadine keeping her thighs together as much as possible, and as soon as her parents were out of sight, Nadine put both hands straight back into her crotch. "I can finally use the bathroom!" she exclaimed. "Yay," I mockingly said, limply semi-raising my arms for extra effect. When we got to the top of the stairs, she bolted straight to the bathroom door, and by bolted I mean hobbled at pace, only to find her hopes crushed as the door handle refused to turn. "Who's in there?" Nadine desperately asked as she knocked on the door while lifting one leg after the other, "I'm dying to pee!" "It's me! I'm having a bath!" a voice shouted from inside. "Come on, Sally." "Sorry." "Little sister?" I asked. "Yep, and she's gunna be in there a looong time." "Is there a downstairs bathroom?" "It's broken." "Damn." Nadine and I grabbed a towel from a closet, just in case, and headed off to her room to try to do some study, but that was essentially impossible as Nadine's bladder was too full to let her concentrate, or indeed use her hands, and I was too occupied watching her fidget and change positions on her bed and sometimes stand up to try to hold back all that pee. Eventually, we decided to just not bother trying to study and we started making out again, pulsating in time with each other, me on top of Nadine and her still tightly crossed legs, themselves around her right hand, together holding back the flood that lay inside her bladder. However, I soon noticed her start to leak again, and then she pushed me off the bed and onto the wall so as not to soil the bed, and her leaking turned into spurts of pee, becoming stronger with each pulse of our kiss, until they coalesced into a trickle. I pulled her with me until I was able to reach the towel, then I threw it down on the floor and laid Nadine below me onto it, and she finally let go. Her body became limp under me as we continued our sensual lip lock, myself making sure I didn't get any more pee on me than the spots that my jeans had already absorbed. It was a minute and a half before Nadine's release finally stopped, and at that moment our lips finally let go, and we finally started breathing again. We sat up, mainly because we couldn't stand, and upon inspection, we found Nadine's jeans, the lower part of her shirt, and the towel all completely soaked in urine, and even the floor underneath sustained damage. We sat there for ten minutes or so, staring at each other and the drenched towel, and then we heard the bathroom door open. Sally had finally finished her bath. Then we heard her walk toward our room, and I quickly threw the towel under the bed and started kissing Nadine yet again, this time to hide her drenched jeans from her sister before she opened the door. "Bathroom's - oh my god. Wow." "What?" I asked, seeing the shock in Sally's eyes at the sight of us making out. "Imma go now." "Okay. Bye." "What do we do now?" I asked Nadine. "I'm going to have a shower, she replied. "That might be a good idea." Nadine then slinked off to the bathroom, and I watched her beautiful curvy body and her soaked jeans for the short trip.
  23. So I noticed a serious lack of content for any of the wonderful ladies from the world of The Witcher, so I thought I would give it a shot! Constructive criticism welcome, but it's my first real fiction attempt so...be gentle! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- As she jumped down from her horse, her red hair flowing around her like a copper halo, Triss Merigold had only one thought on her mind… Where is the damn privy in this place?!? The ride from the last stop up to Kaer Morhen had been a long one, and the several flasks of water that the red haired sorceress had consumed had been banging at her floodgates for a while now, desperate to escape. Cursing her own stubbornness for not just slipping behind a bush for relief before she arrived, Triss squeezed her thighs together tightly as she attempted to get her bearings. It hadn’t been that long since she had been here last, but the place was huge, and crumbling in some parts. It felt like a labyrinth in her mind, distracted as she was by her incredibly full bladder. Behind her, the horse neighed loudly, causing her to jump in shock, wincing as the movement jarred the ever filling water balloon in her midsection. A door slammed open from above the courtyard she stood in, “Who’s out there?” Came a gruff, deep voice from within. “It’s just me!” Triss smirked, recognising that voice anywhere. A man stepped out of the doorway, his hand dropping from the steel sword on his back, “Oh Triss! Good to see you!” Said Eskel smiling, his scarred face lighting up as he saw her. “We weren’t expecting you till tomorrow.” “I know, I know, but I figured I could make it here early so I pressed on.” She replied walking forwards. “Well I’m glad you did, always nice to have friends round the old place again.” He nodded approvingly. “Couldn’t agree more, so who’s here?” Triss asked as she made her way up the stairs. Eskel leaned against the wall, basking in the sun, “Well me and you, Ciri, Yen and Lambert so far. Still waiting on Keira, Geralt and the others. That reminds me…” Just then, a powerful wave of desperation shot through Triss, making her cross her legs tightly where she stood. Straightening up, she darted forwards past Eskel, “Sorry, talk in a minute, long ride too much water.” She blurted as she went past. Dashing into the common area, Triss turned on the spot, trying to remember the location of the only working privy in this building. A flash of memory prompted her to head to the stairs on the left. Running up the stairs, her cleavage bouncing appealingly, Triss really hoped to find the room empty, the only other working one she could remember was too far to make it without leaking, something she would not allow to happen, especially not in her favourite tight leather pants… Reaching the end of the stairs, Triss stopped, she looked left, and then right as she tried to recall the path, squirming on the spot as she did so, her round butt swinging side to side like an alluring pendulum. Settling on left, Triss turned on her heel and shuffled down the corridor, her desperate need to pee really starting to get to her now. Just one more corner, then I can go…this is gonna be a huge wee, I can feel it! Turning the corner, Triss groaned when all she was greeted by was a wall of rubble and the remains of a potted plant, now more a pot of dust. The red head danced in desperation where she stood, her ass bouncing up and down as she fantasised about ripping her leather trousers down and hanging her butt over the pot and letting the torrent inside her just flow out. She gripped her crotch tightly for a moment before spinning around and hurrying back the way she came, deciding the shame of potentially being caught outweighed the fullness of her bladder. For now…remember that spot for emergencies Hurrying back the way she came, Triss followed the right hand path, hoping to anyone listening that this was the correct way and she hadn’t taken the wrong stairs earlier. Sighing in relief, Triss realised she had found the right corridor, and hurried towards the closed door that hid the privy from view, she could already practically feel the imminent release… When Triss tried to push the door open, she instead collided with it, gasping in dismay she realised it was locked. Groaning slightly, Triss crossed one leg over the other and bent forward, her ass and tits both sticking out, the latter threatening to burst from their prison on her chest. Triss knocked rapidly on the door, “Hello? Whoever is in there, will you please hurry up? I really need to get in there!” No reply came. She was about to knock again when she heard what sounded like laughter from behind the door, cocking her head to one side, she listened, but heard nothing. “Little sis?” She called using the nickname for her friend, “Ciri? Is that you in there? Please hurry okay? I really need a wee!” Again no reply. Triss began to dance desperately in front of the door, her rear waggling from side to side as she fought to contain the flood inside her. “Having trouble?” Came a voice from behind her. Triss jumped, turning on the spot to see Lambert stood leaning against the wall, eating an apple. Didn’t even hear him coming up….Witchers!!! “Just a little.” She replied through gritted teeth. “I think Ciri is in there, and if she is, she really needs to know now is not the time for one of her pranks!” She raised her voice as she did so, hoping to appeal to whoever was in there. Lambert took a bite of his apple before replying, “Could be, could be, not seen her much today.” Triss noticed in mild amusement that his eyes never strayed from her large breasts. “Are you waiting to be in here too?” She asked, eyebrows rising. Lambert shrugged, “Nah, utilised the old Witcher technique of bushes earlier…jealous?” “As a matter of fact, yes! What are you doing here then?” Triss crossed her legs one way then the other as she spoke. “Just watching the show.” He smirked. Despite herself, Triss laughed slightly at that, “Get outta here!” She said in mock indignation. “Alright, alright, I’m going! Unlike you.” He said with a wink as he turned and left. Triss groaned at his words, taking a moment to give her crotch a good squeeze when his back was turned. Shifting from one foot to the other, Triss took a deep shaky breath to steady herself, “Ciri? If that is you in there and this is one of your jokes, now is really not the time, I’m bursting out here.” Silence was her only reply. Bending over and moaning in frustration, her tight leather trousers stretching alluringly across her wiggling rear, she again failed to hear the sound of footsteps from behind her. A slight laugh broke her out of her trance, spinning on the spot Triss came face to face with Yenneffer, her dark haired friend and fellow sorceress. “Having trouble there, dear friend, or did you simply feel like enticing me with your admittedly lovely bottom?” She asked, smirking. Triss straightened up, slightly red in the face, but more amused than anything else, the two were close friends after all, “I knew you’d like it.” “Oh don’t flatter yourself!” Replied Yenneffer with a laugh. “No, I just really need to be in there, had a lot of water on my way here.” Triss explained. “I see,” Said Yenneffer, “Well I would hug you, but I’m not sure you could withstand the squeezing, and I quite like this dress.” “Much appreciated.” Replied Triss, starting to shuffle again. Yenneffer leaned against the wall opposite Triss, “So, is there someone in there, or did you simply feel like challenging yourself?” “There is, Ciri I think, you know how she loves her pranks.” Triss said “That I do,” Said Yenneffer, looking slightly uncomfortable, “Well I hope she knows I’m out here too, and as I could do with a little wee myself, I hope she decides to prank you some other time!” The last was directed at the door, which again replied with the slight sounds of laughter. “You need to go as well?” Triss asked. “Indeed, I did not just come all the way down here to see your dancing.” She replied, “Although, not as badly as you need to, apparently.” “Well, I’m definitely going first…” Triss said with a laugh. Yen smirked slightly, “Only if you can keep your mind clear of delightful waterfalls, or pouring wine…” Triss’s legs crossed even tighter… “Yen!” Yen’s smirk grew even wider, “Or if you recall how good you felt after you could let go of all the ale you were holding at the last feast?” Triss couldn’t stop her hand gripping her crotch, “I’m about to explode!” “Oh my!” Yen exclaimed, “I guess I better let you in then….” Triss froze, “You what?” “The door on this floor jams,” Laughed Yen, “Here look.” And with that, the raven haired sorceress stepped forward and with a well placed kick, the door swung open. Triss leapt forward as soon as she saw the privy, aching to release at the sight of it. “Enjoy your wee!” Shouted Yen as the door closed. And enjoy it she did, the second her ass hit the seat, she exploded, releasing all her pent up desperation as a waterfall of relief. Amid gasping her enjoyment of it, Triss had one thought….Revenge!
  24. The Little Selkie

    Mal looked in awe at the bizarre spectacle unfolding on the beach hundreds of feet below. He had been looking for birds, crabs, seashells, cloud formations, or whatever else would look good in a photograph. His attempts to throw a college art project together didn't go so well on the public beach. There were too many people in the way, and one girl in particular he wanted to avoid. Now he was atop a cliff not far away, his camera hanging from a strap on his shoulder, as he stood in a spellbound state and stared at the things that were coming out of the sea. First he had thought them to be a trick of the light. When they surfaced, it was clear they were things rather than reflections of things. As they crawled and loped onto shore he thought they were seals, but it soon became clear they weren't. A shiver came to Mal's body with the realization that they were something truly strange. He expected to recognize them immediately, as if it were only some optical illusion or hallucination that made them look like something out of the ordinary. But they only looked more eldritch as his eyes focused. They had dark glistening skin like newts or leeches, but their eyes had a strange sparkle. There were mere suggestions of limbs rather than actual legs or fins. Three were on the shore now, while another three puppet-like heads had surfaced. They were clumsy on land, but something about them looked artful and clever. It was all very strange. Mal had been willing to entertain the possibility that they were dinosaurs, or even dragons. But soon he stopped even trying to place them, and sought only to observe them. Finally he remembered his camera. His expensive digital camera with the great zoom function. He snatched it up, pointed it in the general direction of the secluded stretch of beach where the creatures were coming ashore. It was still on maximum zoom from the seagulls he had been photographing earlier, and, when he put his eye to the eyepiece, he was surprised to see a nude woman stretching out her arms. He lowered the camera, thinking he was somehow seeing a different part of the shore. It turned out he had pointed the camera in the right direction. There was a redheaded young woman stretching herself next to the six unidentified animals. Or was it seven? There was an indistinct lump that could have been a seventh animal. Having returned the camera to the default view, he looked through it again, and slowly zoomed in, snapping pictures all the time. The woman kept smiling and stretching, and glancing at the Protean creatures every now and then. The extra sharpness of the picture didn't help Mal to identify the figures. They were still semi-symmetrical globs pseudopods of some sort. Their skin was muted shades of blue and green, and seemed now to be made up of something like scales. Things that could have been mouths and nostrils, and things that were definitely gills, appeared before him. But it was the eyes that attracted his attention like magnets. They could have almost belonged to dogs. Or even, perhaps, humans. Mal's curiosity and anxiety turned to fear and disgust when the back of one of the beast split open. It was red underneath. The gash widened and widened until it ran the length of the spine...assuming it had a spine. Then the red mass inside started to rise out, like the globby redness that oozes from a cherry pie when the knife slides in. In no more than a minute, the entire skin had been pulled away from the muscle and bones, and what almost looked like a red copy of the animal was scrambling across the sand. But it didn't bleed. It seemed all right. The woman smiled as it freed itself from the skin, and many of its brethren were now splitting apart. Mal realized that the small seventh shape was a discarded skin. But where was the thing that had molted it? The red and pink seal-shaped monsters stretched and squeezed and kneaded themselves until they were shaped like people. Then they actually became people. Women with red hair and blue eyes. They stretched, then walked, and ran, and leaped, and danced about. They seemed to forget about their skins as they enjoyed the warm sand and the cool breeze and everything else around them. One of the skins, which had been kicked off in a hurry, was now draped across a large, pointed rock. Mal had a naughty idea. ------------------ "Hey, Malford, it's me, Rochelle!" a young woman in a powder blue bathing suit called out to her old classmate. She squinted her hazel eyes in the sun as she removed her sunglasses and brushed her wind-whipped brown hair out of her face, hoping to make herself more recognizable. The young man looked at her stoically for a second, then went back to gathering up his things, paying no attention to the girl. Rochelle wasn't dissuaded. They'd been friends last year in high school, and, despite a little awkwardness the day of their graduation ceremony, she assumed they were still friends. She tiptoed across the hot sand to meet him. "Whatcha got there?" she asked as she saw the odd thing he had draped over his arm. "It's nothing," Mal answered curtly. "Look, I don't have time to talk. I'm working against a deadline. I've got a complicated project for my photography course." "Ooh, can I see it when it's done?" "Sure. You still got the same e-mail address?" "Yeah. So what is that?" She reached out and touched the strange cloth Mal was holding. It felt at the same time like fine silk, the wing of a butterfly, and the belly of a garter snake. It was a beautiful blue, but only showed its color where the light hit it straight on. "Careful, it's rare." "But what is it?" "It's a long story." He folded it up carefully and put it in a duffel bag with the rest of his things. After a few more pleasantries and dodged questions, Mal was off, and Rochelle was wondering if she had offended him. But mostly she was wondering about the cloth he had carried. Something about it utterly fascinated her from the instant her brain had registered the sensation of her fingertips touching it. That fascination was growing every second. But she hadn't lost sight of the destination where she'd been heading before she sighted Mal. A bunker-like cement building painted tan housed the public restrooms. Rochelle had much time to think as she stood in line. She'd gotten the impression Mal had just found the cloth. So if she could just backtrack the way she'd seen him coming, maybe she could find where he had gotten it, and what it was. Her obsession grew, her patience diminished, and soon she abandoned the slowly-moving line in favor of her quest. A strange feeling came upon her while she was making her way along the winding cliffside. She didn't know what it was, but it frightened as well as excited her. As she was rounding a bend, she caught sight of a triangular rock that jutted out of the ground like a tooth. The rock had been enough to catch her attention, but she could see something behind it, just peeking out of the edge. The girl's blood pressure jumped. That something was covered with blood. When she came in full view of the thing she had glimpsed, she put her hands over her mouth in shock. She didn't scream, or even gasp, but her eyes were wide and her tan skin was starting to turn white. In the sand lay a human corpse that had been skinned from head to toe. Every muscle was fully exposed for her to see. Tendons, ligaments, and even mammary glands could be spotted amongst the glistening red meat. The scavengers were keeping their distance. There was no pool of blood or stench of decay or any other sign of decomposition. It looked as clean as a freshly-butchered hog. This orderliness made the grisly sight even more unnerving to the faint-hearted young woman. But this horror was nothing compared to what came next. Just as Rochelle's rational mind was starting to kick in and she thought about whether she should go back and tell a lifeguard or call 911 right now, she saw the body move. Slowly, it sat up. Rochelle shrieked. When it was in an upright position, the stringy red eyelids on the skinless face opened to reveal a pair of blue eyes. Rochelle's screams were soon suppressed into squeaks and gasps as her breath left her. But she lost control of more than just her voice. Rochelle's bikini began to turn a darker shade of blue in a spot just behind where her thighs met. Her body wobbled as she tried to fight gravity and the loss of her strength and oxygen. The large navy blue spot reached forwards, backwards, and sideways, until it met the borders of the fabric and liquid began to run down her legs like streams of rainwater coursing over the lips of an overburdened gutter. The skinned fiend opened its mouth, revealing paradoxically white teeth, and spoke. "I have the same problem with this human body. Sometimes liquid leaks from between my legs." ------------------ When Rochelle sat up from the couch, she hoped it had all been a dream. It hadn't. There was a strange redhead in her apartment, wearing some of her spare clothes, staring at her with those creepy blue eyes. Rochelle hadn't really slept. It was late, but she wasn't counting on getting any sleep this night. She had just laid down to collect her wits, to get a grasp on this strange situation. But she had drifted into a sort of half-sleep, perhaps because her brain wanted to shut down and leave reality behind. "Your name is Rochelle Reincken, is it not?" the mysterious woman said. "I can't even remember if I introduced myself," Rochelle said. "What's your name, anyway?" "I can't seem to make the right sounds with this throat or these lips. But the name of my people is 'Selkie.' I heard your name when I was learning from you while you rested. I hope you don't mind. I was desperate to know things." "Learning from me?" asked Rochelle, squinting in confusion. "Listening to your thoughts. I thought I could learn enough to solve my problems. I heard very little in your mind, but I did pick out what I thought was your name." "Yeah, I'm Rochelle Reincken. Your problem is that you need your skin back, I understand that much...except you have skin now, so I guess I don't understand. God, this is all so crazy." "I have two more urgent problems, and I need to call upon your knowledge of the human body to determine how to solve them. The first problem is a pain I have here." She put her hand on her stomach. "I'm not surprised. In the last couple hours you've eaten a dead pelican, two fast food meals, including the paper the burgers were wrapped in, then I let you into my fridge...I'm kind of regretting that...and you ate four hard boiled eggs and eight raw eggs, all with the shells on, a head of lettuce, a dozen carrots, and a bowl of leftover chili, then I chased you out of the fridge and you ate a dozen bananas without peeling them or taking off the stickers, and probably every other piece of fruit around here. I just got groceries last night, too. "I need energy for my magic. Maintaining this false skin requires much magical energy. Don't worry about the ill effects of the things you say aren't edible. Even in this human body, I possess enough intrinsic magic to protect myself from poisons." "But my point is that's why you have a tummyache. Your stomach is too full. Don't worry about it. It will feel better as you digest your food...which I paid for." "I'm sorry if you are displeased, but I need false skin and a large magical reserve if I'm going to inconspicuously locate my skin and steal it back. "No offense, but that's not gonna work. There's nothing inconspicuous about you. When I brought you home, you didn't know what a door was. You didn't even understand clothes. How do you think you're going to function in human society without attracting unwanted attention?" "I don't know. But right now I have a more urgent problem." "Right, you did say two problems, didn't you?" "I have a second pain lower in the body. Not a pain so much as a...I think 'tingling' is the best word." "Hmm...Oh! I bet you have to pee." "That's the word you used when you spoke of the unwanted liquid outpouring that happened in your swimming clothes, is it not?" "Yeah, but don't go telling anybody I did that. You're probably getting that tingling because you have to pee, so I'll show you where the bathroom is." "I still don't understand 'pee' fully, and I don't understand 'bathroom' at all. All I know is that, when I take the form of my human ancestors for substantial lengths of time, I have problems with liquid pouring out of my body. Some of the other Selkies have had it happen too." Rochelle blushed. She really didn't want to explain. "How about you do that mind-reading thing to find out all about it? That'll be faster than using words, right?" "Yes, that should work." The fire-haired stranger put the palm of her cold hand on Rochelle's forehead. "Concentrate on the area of knowledge you want me to absorb." "This isn't working," Rochelle heard her say after a few moments. Are you thinking about the subject?" "Yeah." "I can't learn about it." "You sure?" Rochelle was dreading a verbal explanation. One of the reasons she never wanted to have children was to avoid having to potty train anyone. Now it looked like this strange being from the sea needed just such a lesson. "All I can really understand is that bathrooms are a place human females go to in pairs or groups. The rest of the subject eludes me. It's as if your mind is hiding it all behind a dark veil." Rochelle blushed again. She realized it must be because she was unconsciously censoring herself. This was a shameful subject, after all. "I guess I'll have to tell you. Follow me to the bathroom." Rochelle winced as she remembered. "Actually, the plumbing's been acting up. I can't trust the toilet to flush. I need to talk to the landlord about that again. In the meantime, we'll have to use the public bathroom on the first floor." "What is this 'bathroom'?" "It's the place where you can pee." "Can't I pee anywhere? You peed inside your swimming clothes on the beach." "You can but you shouldn't. So hold it." The woman held out her hands. "What do I need to hold?" "Your pee. Hold it inside." She put her hands inside her pants and gripped the flesh between her legs. "That won't help. Well, maybe it will, but don't do it when people are watching. At the very least, keep your hands outside of your clothes when you hold yourself." "The tingling is getting worse. What should I do?" "I don't know how to explain how to hold it in. But please figure out a way. We're going to the bathroom, and you need to stay dry until we get there." "Why does peeing happen? Why can't we control it?" "It happens because you drink liquids. They have to go somewhere." "I suppose. My skin is full of magic that benefits my body in many ways, so I never think much about how my organs work. I've never noticed peeing happening while in my skin." "Lucky you." As they left Rochelle's apartment, the strange woman asked, "Am I right to think it is taboo to let water pour out of you at any place except in the confines of a bathroom?" "Yes." "So what you did inside your swimming clothes is forbidden?" "Yes, but please don't mention it. And don't talk like this when you're not in my apartment. There could be people..." As if on cue, Rochelle saw someone headed down the hallway in the opposite direction. It was a tall man with dark skin, short black hair, and a friendly smile. "Hi, Ben." "Hey, Rochelle. Who's your friend?" "You may call me 'Selkie.' It would be most accurate." Rochelle blushed, but "Selkie" was clearly unaware she was saying anything strange or embarrassing. "I like the accent," Ben commented. "Where are you from?" "The Reykjanes Ridge." "Is that in Ireland?" "It's nearby." "So what are you doing here?" "Right now Rochelle Reincken and I are going to the bathroom together, as human females are wont to do." Ben didn't have anything to say to that. Rochelle wanted to scream, she was so embarrassed. "Let's go, Selkie," she said, and she fled from the embarrassing conversation as quickly as she could without making it obvious that she was running away. "It's the ascending room again," Selkie commented when they reached the elevator. "This is so intriguing." "It's called an elevator. It's going to take us down to where the bathrooms are." "How does it work?" "Don't worry about it. Actually, maybe you should. If you take your mind off your pee it should keep you from peeing your pants." "The peeing of pants is what you did on the beach, is it not?" "Yes, that's the right phrase. But don't mention that again. It's embarrassing." "Ah! Because you are ashamed of accidentally violating a taboo." "Yeah. I don't want to pee my pants, and neither should you. Nobody does." "Except inside a bathroom." "No! You don't pee your pants there either. You pee in a toilet." "A toilet is something inside a bathroom?" Rochelle relaxed her neck until her head bumped into the wall of the elevator. "This is going to be a hard lesson to teach," she muttered to herself. On the ground floor, they walked to the lobby where the closest restrooms were. "Just keep remembering you don't want to pee your pants under any circumstances," Rochelle whispered. "You take them off first." Selkie reached for the fly of her jeans. "No! Not now!" When inside the bathroom, Selkie again tried to take off her pants, but Rochelle again stopped her. Someone at the sink noticed this happening in the mirror, and turned around in puzzlement. "Hi, Rochelle!" said the perky blonde. "Oh, hi, Jenna," Rochelle said, again wanting to wince. "God, I didn't know you still lived here! I haven't seen you in ages." "Yeah, I'm working some crazy hours these days." "Please tell me what to do soon," Selkie said. Rochelle noticed she was now holding her crotch. "Don't do that," she snapped. "I have to. I'm very close to peeing my pants." "What?!? Jenna exclaimed." "This is my friend Selkie. We're coming back from a little girls' night out, and she had too much to drink." "Yes, I drank very much, it has to go somewhere." "You're in trouble, then," Jenna remarked with a laugh. "All the stalls are taken." "Just my luck!" Rochelle bemoaned. "Are there toilets inside the stalls?" Selkie asked. "Why don't you just go in the men's room? That's what I always do in a situation like this. It's never full." "I can't take Selkie into the men's bathroom! She's too innocent!" "Huh?" "I don't want to be in there with guys. She doesn't know how to handle herself." "I don't?" "No, you don't." Jenna gave Rochelle a quizzical look. "Please take me somewhere where I can pee without breaking a taboo, Rochelle Reincken," Selkie said. "Fine, we'll go to the men's room," Rochelle said. She couldn't say no to those big blue pleading eyes. "I'll watch the door for you," Jenna volunteered. "I don't think any guys'll mind waiting for you. Especially if they see how cute you are." Inside the empty men's room, Rochelle began to lecture Selkie. "Take your pants down to your knees and sit down." Selkie obliged, and Rochelle cradled her head in her hands and groaned. "Selkie, that's not a toilet," she said in a pained voice. "That's a sink." The redhead lifted her rear end out of the sink and prepared to hop down. But the countertop around the sink was wet, and her hands and legs slipped. She flew sideways and landed bottom-first on the tile floor. "I peed," Selkie announced. Indeed, there was a puddle growing around her. But it was worse than just that. "You didn't pull down your underwear," Rochelle said, once again burying her face in her hands. "You only mentioned the pants. Will I be punished now?" "No." "Later, then?" "Don't worry about it. Nobody here will punish you for peeing your pants." "But it is a taboo, is it not?" "Yes, but it's not a law." "Then how is it enforced?" "It's hard to explain. Just don't worry about anyone around here punishing you." "I feel excellent." "What?!? Why?" "The peeing felt good, because it removed the tingling pain. My human body is now devoid of bad feelings. Correction: The two lumps of flesh just above the tops of my legs are sore." "Get up. I'll show you how to use a toilet, for future reference." Rochelle helped Selkie off the floor, and she pulled up her jeans. The seat of her pants was already soaked, and the front began to darken as well when the denim came into contact with the wet panties. "The pee is pleasantly warm," Selkie commented with a smile. "It feels like blood, but I am uninjured." "Here's what to do next time," Rochelle said. She was in a stall with the door left wide open. She loosened her belt buckle, unbuttoned and unzipped her faded hip-hugging jeans, and pulled them down to her knees. Then she did the same with her lime green cotton hipsters. "You sit down on the toilet like this, after making sure the seat is down." "But the seat is up." "That's the lid. It's different." "Why is there both a lid and a seat?" "Don't worry about it. You sit down and you let go of your pee." Rochelle spurted and sputtered. It was a little hard to get going while Selkie was watching and scrutinizing with wide blue eyes. But she managed to initiate the stream, which continued until she was almost empty. After a few squirt gun-like blasts to the inside of the bowl, her bladder was fully voided. "Your pee isn't nearly as yellow as mine," Selkie observed "It's different colors at different times. I'm not sure why." "Why have you never inquired or researched the different pee colors?" "Because it's taboo. We don't talk about it." "Don't you have to talk about it?" "Sometimes. But we prefer to avoid it. Just like we prefer to avoid peeing our pants." "That is why you wish to avoid talking about your peeing in your swimming clothes, is it not?" "Yes! Don't talk about it again!" Rochelle scolded for what felt like the hundredth time. Then she returned to the lesson. "Now that I've peed in the toilet, I wipe the extra pee off my body so it doesn't get my clothes wet." She got some toilet paper and dabbed at her wet parts. "Then I flush the pee along with the paper." "Where does all that water and pee and paper go?" "Into a lot of pipes." "Where do the pipes go?" "Why do you ask so many questions?" "I want to learn about the dry world so I can go about in it long enough to recover my skin. My life depends on it." For the first time, Rochelle felt truly sad for Selkie. "What happens if you can't get your skin back?" "I won't be able to breathe underwater, so I won't be able to go home. If I stay away from the sea for too long, my magic will drain away. No amount of food can help that. When I have no magic, my tissues will no longer be able to stay together without skin, and my organs will fail. I will die." "We'll go up to my room and get started right away," Rochelle said forcefully as she pulled up her pants. "You'll learn from my mind, and with that knowledge we can make a plan." "I can also teach you from my mind." "Great! I know how to find the person who took your skin, and I'm sure we can get it back from him without betraying your people's secret. How long can you live without your skin, anyway?" "I don't know. No Selkie has had to die that way for centuries." "And you won't die that way, either. I may not understand the situation, but I know I won't let that happen to you." When Rochelle exited the bathroom, she realized she had forgotten another situation. Jenna was still waiting outside, as were a trio of college-age boys. Rochelle could see each one of their faces light up as they saw a pair of beautiful girls their age and a chance to talk to them. It was also obvious when each one noticed Selkie's wet spot. "Thanks for waiting, guys," Rochelle said. Sorry about that. "No problem," one of the boys said. "Are you all right?" Jenna asked Selkie as everyone around pretended not to stare at her wet spot. "No. I peed my pants." "She'll be all right," Rochelle assured. "Now we're going back to Rochelle Reincken's room," Selkie continued, "where she will punish me." Rochelle hastily led Selkie to the stairs. "Why aren't we taking the box that ascends and descends?" the confused girl asked. "We might run into people there, and I don't want to share an elevator with them and have to explain our situation. So we'll take the stairs, where there are less people. By the way, I'm not going to punish you for peeing your pants. I thought I already made that clear." "You said no one down there would punish me. I thought you were reserving that duty for yourself." "No. You won't be punished at all." "I feel wonderful!" "I wish I did." "These 'stairs' are a lot of work to climb," Selkie commented after making it up two flights. "I wish I could swim up to the floor where your room is." "I don't know what to tell you. You'll have to get used to using your legs." "Legs are fun to use every so often, but I wouldn't want to have to depend on them all the time." On the sixth floor they again encountered Rochelle's friend Ben. Selkie spoke before Rochelle could say anything. "I see you're staring at my pants. I wet them because my journey to a toilet was delayed. But don't worry about me; I will receive no punishment." Ben looked at her dumbfounded. Not knowing what to do, Selkie smiled. Rochelle led the girl away from the boy, all the while suppressing the urge to chomp down on her own hand. Back in the privacy of her apartment the two fared better. From Rochelle, Selkie learned about things like cars, makeup, and money. What she needed to know to get around in this world of dry land. Rochelle, in turn, learned about the Selkies. Their ancestors were strange sea monsters who took human brides. Magic allowed the women to live in the dark undersea abode, where their descendants now live in happiness. But female Selkies take after their ancestral mothers, and have an inborn homesickness for the land above. To this day, they take excursions to deserted shores, slough off the inconvenient skins that contain their gills and most of their magical attributes, and enjoy the land and air and Sun. They can do this because their bodies under their skin can be reshaped into the ancestral form, and they have enough magic residing within themselves to fashion temporary false skins that make them look and feel even more human. But their skins are essential to them. They protect them from drowning, disease, the blindness they would otherwise have so deep underwater, and the ill effects of high water pressure. They also, Rochelle could infer, protect them from the need to urinate and defecate. And so Selkies think nothing more of their food once they have swallowed it. Even though a Selkie's skin is so important, this Selkie had become so intoxicated by the feeling of being on land that she hadn't kept an eye on it. Then, when it was time to follow her older sisters back home, she couldn't find it, and realized a land-dwelling person or thing must have crept in and stolen it away. "My mind is spinning," Rochelle said once the two were done sharing their thoughts. "There's so much to take in. I know I said we would draw up a plan tonight, but I'm exhausted. Physically and mentally. I'm going to try to get some sleep, although that's probably impossible." "You have trouble sleeping?" Selkie asked, sounding concerned. "Not normally, but my mind is racing right now. I've been through so much today." "You should rest." "I'll try." "Here," Selkie said, coming close to Rochelle. "I know a trick that will help you." ------------------ It was a beautiful morning, and Selkie was so glad she was up here where she could see the Sun shining down on the Earth. She got out of bed and stretched, as if she were coming out of her skin. How she longed to have that skin back. Still, this body had definite plusses. She felt one of the minuses instantly, but knew how to remedy it. She got dressed, took the elevator down to the ground floor, greeting Rochelle's friends and acquaintances as she met them, and made her way to the bathroom. She followed Rochelle's directions perfectly this time, pulling down both her panties and her pants, and sitting on the toilet's seat even though it hurt her sore buttocks. She only deviated from the instructions by letting out a moan of satisfaction as the urine was released from her aching bladder. She covered her mouth, and felt shameful for doing something that seemed like it should be a taboo. If she had known a little more, or been able to read human expressions better, she would have known that leaving the stall door open was also taboo. But none of the women who saw her sitting there said anything, so how could she know? When she was done, she wiped herself, stared in amazement as the toilet flushed, pulled back up her panties and pants, and washed her hands. Back up in Rochelle's room, she got some things together, then went to the bathroom to get herself ready for her meeting with Malford Poynter today. She had learned enough from Rochelle's mind to feel confident that she could solve this problem. There was the other, minor problem of the pain she felt in her lower abdomen, but she wasn't worried about that. Her knowledge from Rochelle told her what implements were located in which drawers, and what most of the things in the medicine cabinet were. She knew how to apply makeup, fix hair, and do everything else she needed to look pretty. But she knew she didn't need much. She had a beautiful face with silky brown hair, and her own blue eyes worked well in the ensemble. Before turning the light off, Selkie glanced at the bathtub. There, half-submerged in red-tinted water, lay what was left of Rochelle Reincken. "Thanks for everything."
  25. CHAPTER 1 Ms. Chandler was a good-looking art teacher for her age. Lots of the male teachers and students thought that for 35 she was pretty attractive. Her hips were kind of big, but some meat on the legs was hotter on a woman than skin and bones. That day she had on tan, tight pants and brown shoes. She wore a white top and orange dress jacket, and her brown hair tied into a bun. Across the hall was Ms. Kringle. An English teacher with a muscular body, tan skin, curly blonde hair, and that day had on white heels, tight blue jeans, and a tight green shirt. Late twenties, and man did she raise the blood pressure of some of the boys in class. Down the other end was Ms. Marison. Black hair tied up in a ponytail, thin legs, but a shaped butt, and wore a white button down dress shirt that day and tight tan pants and brown high heels. Then, a student teacher named Ms. Jennie was teaching her class in math. She was tall, brown hair tied in a ponytail, nice breasts, and they showed in her tight, dark blue shirt. Just like her nice legs in those tight white pants. Ms. Kelso was a red head with long hair, bright skin and long, tan legs that were athletic-fit. She wore a short black skirt, blue tight top, and heels. They all had something in common. They were in their late-twenties to mid-thirties, attractive, and they all had a big cup of coffee before work, and refilled at school before first class. They all just taught two classes in a row and as one could imagine, their coffees had them feeling a bit of a build up in their bladders that felt hot and a little pushing. Ms. Chandler sat in her chair whistling as her students finished their works. Her legs crossed. She wasn’t dying to go (yet) but who knew? What if they had a fire drill, a lockdown, she worried. The bell rang, and she along with the other teachers in their classrooms got up, guided their students out, and were ready to move forward for relief. Ms. Kelso locked her room door and began to walk off but was pulled back. Her key was stuck in the door. She yanked on it but no use. “Oh no,” she said worried, her legs shook. She clenched her fit tan legs together as she fought for her keys. Her room key was also the teacher lavatory key. Her glasses fogged as sweat dripped from her head. “Come on!” she begged as she put a foot on the wall and pulled back and got her key out. She thanked the lord and ran off. “Damn!” she said. She saw the school’s one teacher’s lavatory (they had a small school) with a line of the four other teachers outside of it. That only made the pressure in her build up. All five waited in line. The order went Chandler at the front, then Kringle, Marison, Jennie, and Kelso. Their legs went from a crossed to foot tapping motion as their lips did that sexy pounce like they want to kiss as they waited, annoyed how long it was taking. When Ms. Chandler had gotten there before first she stuck her key in to enter the one person bathroom, but no good. It was locked from the inside. She struggled with turning her key as someone was locked within. She stepped back as she heard from behind the door them releving themselves making her own pains worse. “Of all days to have to pee bad, right?” Ms. Chandler said to the girls behind her. The other teachers nodded in agreement. Ms. Kringle had her hands in her jeans pockets. She bounced a little in place. Marison looked at her watch as she waved back and forth feeling her inner preasure slowly build up to more discomfort. Marison said, “Um, ladies…there’s only a minute before the bell.” They all looked like they had seen a ghost. “Oh, oh!” A couple of them said. Due to safety policies for students teachers had to be back in classes before the bell. There was no way they were all going to get to go. Ms. Chandler knocked on the door. “Um, excuse me?” “Just a sec!” the voice behind said. “It’s just the bell is almost here. We all need to go, so please wrap it up.” After about twenty seconds, Chandler was going to knock again, but the occupant came out. It was a student, senior Lizzie Banks. The Principal’s daughter. Their jaws all dropped. “Hey!” Marison said. “You’re not suppose to be in there. It’s our bathroom.” Lizzie put her hands on her hips. “Like I care. Daddy gave me keys to every room in the school in case of emergency. Besides it’s impossible to put makeup on in the student bathrooms with a crowd in there.” She wasn’t even going to the bathroom, yet made all these poor teachers and their filled bladders wait. “Whatever,” Chandler said. She started to walk in, but the bell rang. They all had to go back to class. NO CHOICE! They moaned and walked back, except for Ms. Kelso who was at the end of the line and dancing pretty much. “Well I lucked out!” she said. “Next two classes are off for me!” And there she went, into the bathroom, panties pulled down, and letting it all out. She let out a sigh of relief. The others were so jealous. Would they get to as wel?...... TO BE CONTINUED…