Search the Community

Showing results for tags 'Female'.



More search options

  • Search By Tags

    Type tags separated by commas.
  • Search By Author

Content Type


Forums

  • Omorashi
    • Omorashi general
    • Omutsu general
    • Wetting experiences
    • Artwork and doujinshi
    • Fiction and fanfiction
    • Interactive stories
    • Video links and uploads
  • General
    • Bug reports
    • Off-topic discussion
    • Anime discussion
    • Guidance and counseling
    • Debate zone
    • Forum games
  • RolePlaying
    • Roleplaying realm
    • Roleplaying recruitment & discussion
  • Diapers and Ageplay's Discussions
  • Furry Fandom's Discussions
  • LGBTQ+'s Topics!

Categories

  • Animation
    • Omoani
    • Anime scenes
    • Hentai
  • Eroge & Doujinshi
    • Doujinshi Archives
    • Artwork and CG Sets
    • Visual Novels
    • RPGs
  • Female videos
    • Holding contests
    • Almost made it
    • Diapers and ageplay
    • Public wetting
    • Bedwetting
    • Cosplay
    • Desperation
    • Peeing
  • Male videos
    • Holding contests
    • Almost made it
    • Diapers and ageplay
    • Public wetting
    • Bedwetting
    • Cosplay
    • Desperation
    • Peeing

Blogs

There are no results to display.

There are no results to display.

Product Groups

  • Premium Subscriptions
  • Advertising

Categories

  • General
  • Main
  • Fetishes
  • Appearance
  • Miscellaneous

Find results in...

Find results that contain...


Date Created

  • Start

    End


Last Updated

  • Start

    End


Filter by number of...

Joined

  • Start

    End


Group


FurAffinity


Skype


Website URL


Location


Interests

Found 4,263 results

  1. Im just curious what everyone else prefers. I just recently learned i prefer wetting in leggings. Maybe pants too once i try them. Ive always worn skirts and dresses before. I never even found leggings comfortable until this week.
  2. This is a something I've wanted to start on for a while. It's the first thing I've really focused on writing in years, so it's probably lacking in a lot of areas, but hopefully it's good enough for some people to enjoy! Though the plot is slightly different and there will be some changes to specific characters personality traits, this series is based heavily on the Wanko to Kurasou universe. --- Right now I just have the first two chapters done. Feel free to offer feedback and suggestions/ideas here if you would like!
  3. Meowth

    Live Action Omorashi

    I've noticed a lot of threads about people holding it, and then posting what is happening to them as time passes. I've decided to consolidate this into a single thread in order to keep the board from getting cluttered. I will keep this short and sweet. Basically, if you're holding it right now and you want an audience, go ahead and post in this thread. Mention things such as your level of desperation and provide as many details as you can. While I would prefer all live action stuff to go in this thread, that doesn't mean you are obligated to do it. If you would rather, you could always hold it, do what needs to be done, and then post a separate thread about what happened. This is subject to change as questions and problems arise.
  4. Alex Oxford

    female The FaceTime

    So, as I’m sure many of you here can relate, I’m a big fan of the pee dance. Like, a big fan. For me, it’s not desperation unless there’s a little bit of restlessness; and when a pretty girls bladder is full to the point she’s physically dancing around to keep from peeing herself..... ugh, it’s awesome. With that said, I was very fortunate to have a girlfriend awhile back who, not only was accepting of my fetish, but also indulged me on a regular basis. We’ll call her Abby. She was a curvy latin girl, with curves in the right places. Most of my favorite experiences are with her, and she did some crazy stuff for me that I kno you will all appreciate hearing about. As she found out the specifics of what made me tick, Abby began to actually target my fetish to arouse me. She’s get in the car after work, and tell me how bad she had to pee during the day. She farted of casually, occasionally throwing out an account of desperation here and there that I could save for later. But one day, things escalated. I was messaging her on Snapchat, asking what she was doing. The coversating went something like this- Abby: Just hanging out at home. Just got back from work, kinda have to pee. Me: 😏 Abby: Is there something you’re trying to say? 😏 Me: How desperate are you, on a scale of 1- 10? Abby: Ehhh, like a 5 or 6. I could probably hold it a little longer. Me: Well maybe you should 😉 Abby: You really want me to? Me: Duh 😉 Abby: You’re lucky I like you 😉 Me: Lol wait I was just kidding 😂 Abby: Nah, I’m gonna hold it, maybe i’ll See what all the hype is about 😂 So she did. We chatted on and off throughout the evening, and she apparently continued to hold. After awhile, I had to ask, because it was killing me inside.... Me: So how you holding up? Abby: Well I’m almost done cleaning my room. Me: No not that, the pee thing. Abby: Oh, silly. I’m pretty uncomfortable actually, I have to pee pretty bad. Me: How bad? Abby: Like an 8 or 9, I’m probably going to go pee soon. Me: You could hold it a little longer 😉 Abby: Yeah but not by much.... I was drooling at this point. Unfortunately I wasn’t there to see it, but I needed details. So I got bolder. Me: Are you dancing around? Abby: Dancing? Me: Yeah, you know, the dance you do when you really have to pee? 😉 Abby: I guess you could say that 😉 Me: What are you wearing? Abby: Well, I’m actually wearing this cute dress. It’s really frilly. Me: So, what does your dance look like?..... Abby: You want me to describe it for you? Me: It would actually be awesome if you did that ❤️ Abby: Well, I’m cleaning my room trying to keep busy, but it’s not doing much to distract me at this point. I’m crossing my legs when I’m standing still, and I kind of twirl my hips back and forth so my dress flies around a little bit. Me: Are you stepping from foot to foot? 😉 Abby: A little bit, it helps actually. Me: You should show me, through Snapchat 😜 Abby: You really want me to? 😂 I look like a doofus. Me: Well I think you look hot as hell. She was silent for a moment. About 10 minutes actually. I was aroused as all hell, and I wanted to see something I’d never seen in person. Abby: You’re lucky I like you, and I will do his for you. But just know, this is one of the weirdest things you’ve ever asked me to do. Me: You don’t have to if you dont want to, I don’t want to pressure you.... Abby: No no, it’s just, it’s not something I’ve been comfortable sharing before. I usually go pee by now. Me: Well if it’s any consolation to you, I don’t think you’re weird for pee dancing. Abby: Geeeee thanks 😂 She sent me a series of pictures of her crossing her legs, bent over, biting er lip, with a hand in the crotch of er dress. It seemed like she was warming up to it, but it wasn’t until she sent me a short 10 second video that I knew she was really feeling it. The video was of her, dancing in place, with a hand gripping her dress, as she smiled and giggled on camera, while simultaneously trying not to pee herself. At the end of the video, she whispered, “is this what you wanted?” I was ecstatic. She was getting into it, despite being uncomfortable. She was teasing me, and keeping herself from peeing because I asked her. Damn, I was in heaven. Me: That was incredible. Abby: Did you like my high knees? 😉 I really have to pee, it helps me keep it in. Me: Maybe I could help you keep it in? Abby: How would you do that? 😉 Well, it was worth a shot. Why the hell not. Me: How about FaceTime? Abby: Ummmmmm.... Me: Only if you’re comfortable..... Abby: It’s not that. It’s just, I won’t e able to keep my phone steady. I’m dancing in front of my bathroom rn, I have to pee sooooo bad. Me: All the more reason you need my help huh? 😉 Abby: Lol 😂 okay, only if you promise to help 💀 Me: YEAH SURE I’M THE GUY. Silence. For maybe 10 more minutes. Another 5 minutes. Another 5. I was a little disappointed, as I thought she had peed. But all of a sudden.... ”Abby would like to FaceTime” *DING* There she was, standing in front of her full body mirror, dancing in front of her mirror while filming herself. ”I’m so sorry!!!” She apologized, “As I was coming back up the stairs, my mom stopped me and asked me to do the dishes....” ”Oh god, that must’ve been torture!” ”Oh it was,” she said in a sultry voice, crossing her legs and bobbing in place, “I started leaking a little bit. I was dancing and prancing and crossing my legs. Ugh, I almost wet myself.” She sneered as she coaxed me into irresistible arousal. “Are you still wet?” I asked, entranced. ”Oh definitely, most of my pee is sill in my bladder, slosssshing around....” she giggled, going into a curtsy as she hit her lip. I was speechless. I’d never seen anything like this before, an I felt like a king. She noticed the look of satisfaction on my face, and couldn’t help but capitalize on this moment to patronize me a little. ”You know, if you want, you can.... get off to me while I’m desperate.” She suggested. ”How about.... you don't get to pee till I finish?” I said mischievously. ”YOURE A BASTARD!” She cried I’ve the phone, dancing still, “But okay. Make it fast though, I don’t want to pee myself!” As you can imagine, I took my sweet ass time. She continued dancing and swaying and squirming on live feed, and I continued to pretend like I was going to get off in the next minute. She was swaying her ass back and forth, bobbing up and down, and stepping from foot to foot. My intention was, being the little shit that I am, to push her to the point she would be wetting herself. But she was doing too good a job of coaxing me.... ”Babe, I’m leaking, it’s coming down my legs. Are you almost done? I can’t stand still, my bladder is sooooo full....,” and then she crossed her legs, bit her lip, and whispered, “I’m going to have an accident.....” Needless to say, it was over pretty soon after that, and she couldn’t help but notice. ”There, I win. Time to peeeee!” ”Nononono wait wait-“ *CLICK* I laid on my bed, utterly dumbfounded, and quietly satisfied. My phone vibrated- Abby: I needed that 😉 Me: Me too 😉 Abby: You have no freaking idea how lucky you are. No actually, I did. I was hella lucky, a lot luckier than I’d been in awhile. For the duration of my relationship with her, I remained this lucky. She held for me in public on a number of occasions and would frequently share her desperation stories with me. Being lactose intolerant, there were a number of occasions where she indulged me in a “different” kind of account, very vividly. More than one pair of shorts came very close to being utterly and irreplaceabley desecrated on a number of occasions, either accidentally, or intentionally. I’ll definitely have to tell you about that sometime.
  5. Warm.. It's so warm is the first thing that floats through my mind as I drift awake. My eyes peer over at the orange haired puppy girl next to me. Her eyes are shut tight with drool hanging out from her mouth as she snores away. She looks much better this morning. I contemplate getting up and fixing breakfast for the two of us, but as I start shuffling my way out of bed, I catch the puppy girls' arms wrapped securely around mine. The sudden realization makes me blush, and I slouch back down under the blankets, expecting to drift back to sleep. ..Or so I planned. But as my body drops back down into the sheets, I notice it seems more than warm down there. Was I sweating that much in my sleep..? No.. as I shuffle around beneath the covers, I realize this can't be only sweat. My bottom, and the pajamas I changed into last night, feel.. drenched. "...?!?" I quickly yank the covers up as a thought rushes through my mind. "It can't be.. I.. I didn't?" I didn't. But the orange haired girl next to me did. As I pull the covers up, I can smell it. I can see it. My once white sheets have an enormous yellow stain spreading out from the girl next to me. Oh no. She wet the bed. She really wet the bed. The thought never crossed me. She is an anthropoid after all. Is she even toilet trained..? Is this purely a night-time thing? As the thoughts race through my mind, I detect some foreign shuffling under the sheets as the girls green eyes start to open. "......Nh..." The doggy girl stirs awake. She peers up at me for a moment and looks bewildered. I wonder if she remembers anything from last night? This could be bad, I think. I'm concerned she may lash out at me for a moment, but suddenly her eyes wander down to the exposed covers. Suddenly, her eyes start to water. Her confusion replaced by a mix of panic and shame as she breaks down. My body instinctively reacts as my arms find themselves wrapped around the puppy girl and I pull her close, squeezing tight. I know this feeling, at least. It's still embarrassing remembering how serious of a bedwetting problem I had until my late teens. "Shhh, it's okay, doggy. Don't worry. I'm not mad. It happens." My hands rest against the girls head as I do my best to console her. She doesn't fight my embrace. Rather, she leans in closer, sobbing into my shirt as I tenderly stroke up and down her back. I continue doing this until she settles down. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up, okay?" I pull the sheets back and steadily lead her to the restroom. As I pull her along, she stares at me hesitantly again. I don't blame her, I can only imagine what goes through someone's mind in a position like this; taken in by a complete stranger.. and then waking up next to her in wet sheets to top it off. As we enter the bathroom, I assess the extent of the damage. My pajamas are thoroughly drenched, clasping tightly to my skin. The doggy girls shirt's soaked through, the white fabric stained a translucent yellow and clinging to her legs and backside as well. ..I can't deny that there's something endearing about this situation. The way the wet shirt is clinging to the doggy girls figure, the soaked through fabric providing a teasing view of her tush, and the still warm wetness clinging against my own skin. I'm actually not bothered by this at all. In fact, it's kind of.. ..Wait, what is wrong with me? I'm standing here soaked in another girls accident and I'm.. enjoying it? God, I am aren't I? There's surely something wrong with me. I peek back up at the doggy girl in front of me and realize how much she's blushing. Her shirt is tugged down, and she's avoiding eye contact now. Crap. I got a bit too caught up in my own thoughts and didn't realize how much I was gawking. Come on, Risa, get your mind out of the gutter. "..U-Uhm, let's get cleaned up, okay? I still need to get our sheets washed and prepare breakfast so.. is it okay if we wash up together to save time?" This isn't anything particularly unusual. While anthropoid girls are, for the most part, capable of being as self-sufficient as a typical adult, many owners still prefer to handle tasks such as bathing their pets themselves. Pet manuals tend to describe it as being an excellent bonding experience between pets and their masters. Still, I can't help but fluster at the proposal.. especially after staring at her for what must have been a full minute. The doggy girl looks up for hardly a moment before burying her gaze again, but after a few moments she makes an agreeing nod. I run some bath water, adjusting the temperature as usual. Once satisfied, I pull the wet t-shirt over the doggy girls head, which was still the only thing she was wearing from the previous night. Once that's done, I strip down myself. As my shirt and pajama bottoms fall to the floor, I'm filled with a sudden bit of self-consciousness. This is the first time another girl has seen me naked since high-school, though she doesn't seem to pay any mind one way or the other. "All right, doggy, let's get cleaned up, okay?" I step into the tub first, making sure the temperature is not too hot or old, then pick the doggy girl up and set her down in with me. I start lathering a generous bit of soap into a washcloth and rub the doggy girl down like before. Afterwards, I wash myself down before lathering some citrus scented shampoo into the other girls hair. This is nice. I relax for a moment with the doggy girl, massaging her ears as we soak in the bathwater. I figure this is as good a time as any. "Hey, doggy.. do you have a name?" "....Mh.." She starts to speak, but falters. I recall studying a bit about anthropoids in school. It's very rare that they open up to anyone but their original owner or master. Getting her to communicate might be a bit tougher than I expected. "My name is Oumi Risa, but you can just call me Risa!" "....Risa..", the girl echos my name. "That's right! It's kinda awkward calling you doggy all the time though. If you don't want to tell me your name, I'll have to make one up for you. I must warn you though, I can come up with some pretty weird nicknames! So it might be better if I knew your real name instead." "....Nh.." ..No use, huh? A few minutes pass, and then.. "..Mikan." "...! ..Ah! Mikan? Is that your name?" The doggy girl.. Mikan, nods. It seems silly having to go through so much trouble for a name, but.. this must be a sign that the girl is beginning to trust me. It's a small start, but it makes me happy to know that she's opening up to me. "Nice to meet'chya, Mikan! I hope we can become good friends!" I ruffle her hair and give a comforting smile, and she smiles back at me for a moment, before her gaze falls back down to her lap. "...Risa. ..Uhm.. Mikan.. Mikan is sorry she made a mess in Risa's bed. ..Mikan.. knows she's a bad girl." As expected, she's still hurting from this mornings events. "It's okay, Mikan. You're not a bad girl, and I'm not mad at all. Accidents happen. In fact, I used to wet the bed myself up into my late teens! So don't worry, I know you can't help it, and I will never punish or yell at you for something you can't control." I ruffle the doggy girls hair again and embrace her softly from behind. She glances up at me meekly, and I give her a reassuring smile. "Risa's.. not angry at Mikan?" "Of-course not. I do need to ask though.. is this a frequent problem for you? It's not an issue if so, we just might need to get you some extra night-time protection, just like Risa once had." Mikan flusters a bit and gives a shy nod. Right. So, not a onetime thing. In that case, I'll need to add a few other items to my shopping list today. This is the most I've ever talked with an anthropoid girl. Some anthropoids only have basic communication skills, and most don't talk to strangers unless their jobs require it, but Mikan seems to be quite intelligent and well trained. I consider pressing her for more information about her original owner and what she was doing on that fateful night, but I don't want to put too much pressure on her right now, so the conversation between us ends there for now.
  6. Call.Me.Izzy

    Female The Long Drive Home

    I received such nice comments on my other story, I decided to try my hand at another. =) Also, I just sold the car (the co-star of this story) a few weeks ago. She was my first, and I loved her. Baja, baby, this is for you! [Everyone else, feel free to judge me. ] Again, I'll start with a little background. If you prefer to skip straight to the desperation, scroll down to the ALL CAPS HINTING! The first semester of my senior year of high school was a busy one. Anyone who's read my last story may have guessed by now I'm something of an academic. Not necessarily by choice--I've never been a good student, by any stretch of the imagination. I just happen to be passably smart and have super-driven-immigrant-turned-doctor parents. Any first generation American students will probably understand this. The point is I spent a lot of time working school stuff, both during, and after school hours. This included a number of extra curricular activities, in particular dance, acting, and singing. I was in basic choir all four years of high school, and competition choir for the last three years. Since the latter counted as an extra school course, I was behind on some of my classes when it came time for graduation, and had to take a practical course (computer, in this case) at the local community college. I was pretty 'eh' on the whole matter. Part of me said, 'Whatever, it's a computer class. I'll be learning how to use the internet to search for chicken pot pie recipes.' Another part of me said, 'It's my senior year, and I'm spending my nights (after choir practice, and before theater rehearsals) in a chilly classroom full of middle age men who don't know what flash drives are.' In any case, I sucked it up (or was forced to), and made the trip out. The class was...well, we spent the first day learning how to safely turn on a computer. Completely understandable for a generation who had missed out on that, but I was born in '89. I grew up on the internet, so I spent the majority of my class time playing forum roleplays. The second night I was there, the older gentleman (early 60s, maybe) seated next to me started asking questions. I couldn't just not tell him how to turn on his monitor, but it seemed that small instruction opened the flood gates, and suddenly we were the best of friends. This was back in my cripplingly shy days, so the fact that I was chatting in such a...friendly manner with a man who could have been my grandfather was strange for me. It was made stranger still by the fact that when I left that evening, he offered me a ride home. Now, it's entirely possible he was just being sincere, but some of his gestures had been just a little too friendly, so I politely declined and quickly headed toward my car. And that's how things went for some time--class would finish, and I would hightail it out of there to avoid talking to him. In the class of about 40 people, I was, at seventeen, easily the youngest by at least ten years, so there wasn't a whole lot to be done for it. A few weeks before Christmas, I started chugging coffee and other caffeinated drinks with an unhealthy fervor. Finals were approaching, as well as a Christmas concert, and Christmas dance recital, a Christmas musical, and a performance for a piano class. In addition to the holiday and its festivities, both my brother and I were trying to incorporate birthday plans (he was to turn 15 on the 15th of December; I was turning 18 on the 24th), while also balancing school things. I've always been a multitasker, but I'd taken to coffee just to keep on my toes. This particular evening, I was coming from a dance rehearsal, meaning I had a half hour commute, which was plenty of time to chug a 30oz iced coffee on an empty stomach. The water bottle I saved for class, when I knew the caffeine would have me feeling thirsty. DESPERATION STARTS HERE! Having gone straight from school to dance, and back to class, I hadn't gone to the bathroom since lunch time that day; the computer class started around 8pm, but I wasn't too worried, since aside from the coffee, I hadn't had anything but a soda, and some more coffee that morning (I should mention I drank a LOT of coffee back then. Still do. Bad habit for which I feel no shame). I sipped the water bottle throughout the two hour class, without feeling much but a small twinge, which I ignored, because I was already the youngest in the class, and didn't want to make myself any more known by having to leave in the middle of lecture. As class went on, it went from a twinge to a gentle reminder. Sort of a, "Hey, Iz. You should go use the rest room now." I crossed my legs and ignored it. My creepy older friend from before was sitting next to the door, and there was no way I'd be able to get past him without starting a conversation. Besides, I had the feeling that if I tried to stand, I'd end up doing a subtle 'potty dance', and that was the absolute last thing I wanted this guy to witness. Half an hour later, at the end of class, I was jiggling my leg as I packed up my stuff. I hurriedly shut of my computer and headed for the door, determined not to talk to anyone, as I was pretty sure I wouldn't have been able to stand still. It wasn't until I got to the door of the classroom, I realized I had no idea where the bathroom was. 22-year-old Izzy would have just asked. 17-year-old Izzy saw too-friendly guy heading toward her and bolted. It was a twenty minute ride back home where I could relieve myself in peace. I could make it. And relief it would be. I'd finished my water bottle without thinking, and the absurd amount of caffeine I'd taken in that day was wreaking havoc on my bladder. Since I was still at the college, I couldn't very well hold myseld, though now that I was up, it was all I wanted to do. Instead, I hunched over slightly and sort of hobbled to my car, giving Mr. Too-Friendly a strained smile as I passed him and headed toward my car. Sometime in there, my desperation went from 6 to 8. As soon as I sat down, I rammed one hand into my crotch and leaned forward so fast, I almost brained myself on my steering wheel. I seriously considered going back inside, but I was a) too afraid I'd leak if I stood up, and B) mortified at the idea of having to go back into the building just to ask where the bathroom was. I sat and rocked and just sort of squeezed for a few minutes, knowing I couldn't go back inside, knowing I could make it to home if I just found a comfortable position. The pressure was getting a bit painful, and my muscles, yet untrained in this sort of thing (but remembering the ACT torture) were not game to play. I couldn't fold my legs, since I was supposed to be driving, so I kept my hand in my crotch as I started up the car. It was late, and my house was a ways away, but the roads were almost empty at this time of night (10pm, and the college was on the other side of town from my place, between which lay a good deal of undisturbed country road). I could speed and cut my time down to fifteen minutes. As soon as I pulled out an onto the road, though, the control I had managed to regain shattered, and I absolutely knew there was no way I was going to make it home. It was too late to turn back--if I stood, I'd lose it for sure--but I couldn't keep driving either. At this point, my attention was completely on my aching bladder, and I was a new enough driver that it would be dangerous to try and make it. At first, I only thought about wetting. I was seventeen, after all, a senior in high school and way too old for that sort of thing. And what would I tell my parents? My next thought was of heading to a gas station, but the closest one was at least ten minutes away, and as my bladder contracted in protest, I moaned and hunched over, eager to relieve myself as soon as possible. I was just thinking I'd give up and turn around when a car pulled out in front of me. I put my foot on the break instinctively, and managed to avoid collision--but at the cost of jolting my bladder. Between the surprise of the car and the sudden movement, I spurted suddenly into my leggings and shorts (as I'd just come from dance). I froze. No. No. No, this couldn't be happening now. No-- But my bladder had been stretched to its limits, and once my body got a taste of relief, it wanted more. I sat there, clenching, fighting, trying to hold back the flood, but there was no stopping it. It soaked through my clothes at an impossibly fast rate, and even as I tried to hold back, the relief was so amazing, I couldn't help but moan. The other car had pulled away, so I was just sitting there in the middle of the road, a few feet from a stop sign, peeing uncontrollably and moaning in the dark. I forgot about what I'd tell my parents, and what it meant to be seventeen and having an accident, and lost myself in the relief of the moment. By the time I stopped, both me and the carseat were soaked. I just kind of sat there, dumbfounded for a minute, before it occurred to me that I was still on the road, and really should be moving to avoid suspicion. I pulled up to the stop sign, turned on the radio, sighed, and started laughing. The trip back was a much more pleasant experience. Once I got home, I snuck into the garage, found some leather cleaner, and fixed up my car, glad none of it had gotten onto the carpet. Next, I rinsed myself with the hose before going inside to face my mother. This is where the acting part came in. =) "What happened?" she asked, clearly aghast at my soaked appearance from the waist down. I made a face somewhere between shame and pity-me. "I slipped in the mud on the way to my car. The college classrooms all close at ten, and they turned out the lights on me, so I just--" "Aw, poor thing! That's dangerous, they really shouldn't..." She was saying other things, but I knew since I'd triggered maternal instinct (she hated me driving country roads so 'late' at night), I'd be okay. I threw my clothes in the wash, hopped in the shower, and almost immediately started thinking whether it was weird that I'd enjoyed the whole ordeal as much as I had. -FIN-
  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. ...It's raining.. As I look upon the apartment balcony, I can see a brown-haired girl with twintails staring back at me, her blue eyes flickering as a clash of lightning strikes off in the distance. Risa. Oumi Risa. That's her, my name. It's getting late, and the storm doesn't seem like it will let up anytime soon. ..Grumble grumble.. "..Hungry..", my stomach groans out. I stretch and rest my head against the table as rain drops patter against the window. I forgot to stock up on groceries yesterday, so now I'm stuck here with nothing to eat. Well, perhaps not. What's a little rain anyway? The convenience store isn't that far away. I still need to shower and do laundry tonight anyhow. I push myself up from the table with a bit of forced enthusiasm, grab my nearby jacket and umbrella from the coat hanger, head out the door and.. Swoosh! "...!" As soon as I step out and open my umbrella, a sudden violent gust of wind practically knocks me off my feet. I can feel my skirt fluttering in the wind, the cold rain pelting against my skin as I struggle to maintain my footing. "Guh..!" I speed around the first corner, splashing through a few puddles hidden in the dark alleyway. Cold! I can feel the rainwater soaking into my socks as I run, but I'd rather not risk slowing down and getting blown over entirely. The last thing I want is to walk into a store looking like I wet my skirt. I can feel the rain fiercely pelting against my umbrella as I rush around another corner and instantly almost trip over something in the alleyway. "Wha...?!" A pile of dirty clothes..? No, a.. stray dog? There's an orange haired anthropoid girl wearing worn-out clothes laying here. She's thoroughly drenched by the rain, and motionless. What is she doing out here in this weather? I lean down and stare at her for a moment before giving a few curious pokes. "H-Hey.. are you okay?" She shuffles a bit, searching me with a lifeless stare, scarcely able to acknowledge my presence. This is not good. She's not going to survive the night out here like this. I stand up and look, but there's no one else around. Judging by her condition and how soaked the dog girl is, she's plainly been out here a long time.. the only thing I can think of is she's been abandoned by someone. But who could do such a thing? There are shelters you can leave anthropoid animals you are unable to care for, leaving them out on the street like this is just cruel. I don't know if there's much I can do to help, but I can't just leave her out here to die.. If she's been abandoned, she's probably starving too. There's no time to do any serious shopping, but.. I pull off my jacket and wrap it around the doggy girl. It might not be of much use at this point, but I don't know what else to do. Afterwards, I hastily run into the store and grab some of the closest things I can find. A couple bags of chips, a carton of milk, and a couple pieces of melon bread I find near the checkout counter. It's not much, but it will do for now. I quickly pay for the items, waiting impatiently as the cashier tucks them inside a plastic bag for me, and head out the door back into the alleyway. "...Crap." As I stare down at her with groceries and umbrella in-hand, it strikes me that carrying her is going to be difficult. I'm not sure I could even do it in perfect weather as it is. I consider going back inside and asking for help, but.. other than the cashier, no one seems to have been crazy enough to come out and brave this storm. While debating my options, the doggy girl stirs for a moment. I see her peering up towards the bag in my hand. She must still be conscious enough to smell food nearby. I didn't come this far to give up. I have to try. I toss my umbrella to the side and pull the grocery bag up my arm before crouching. The puppy girl stares up at me for a moment, and I have to fight back tears as I struggle to help. Her clothes are torn, and she looks bruised all over. It's not the most elegant display in the world, but after a few tries I manage to pick her up. I nearly slip as I take a few steps out into the rain, but I'm surprised by how light the puppy girl is. I'm able to push my way through the storm and back to my apartment building in decent time. After a few clumsy attempts, I manage to get my door unlocked and carry her inside, using my foot to push the door shut behind us. I carefully rest her head against the back of the couch as I contemplate what I should do next. I'm sure the poor thing must be starved, but after settling back in, I realize that I'm nearly freezing after being drenched from head to toe in the rain. I can only imagine how it must be for her after being left out in that for so long. The first thing I should do for now is get her warm. I can start some bathwater and get some milk warmed up for her at the same time. I head to the kitchen to get the milk warming up first, then quickly make my way to the bathroom and run some warm bathwater. Once I'm content with the temperature, I head back out to living room and begin to strip off the doggy girls soiled clothing. I'm not sure if I'll be able to salvage these, I'll need to buy her some new clothes first thing tomorrow. I can ask around the pet shop and see if anyone's registered a missing pet while I'm there as well. Once she's undressed, I gingerly pick the girl up and carry her to the bathroom. Her body is absolutely freezing to the touch. I sincerely hope I'm doing the right thing here as as I lower her into the tub. She recoils at the sudden temperature shock, but doesn't otherwise say anything or react in any way. I make sure she's positioned so she stays above the water as I head back into the kitchen, retrieving the warmed cup of milk and bringing it back to the bathroom. "Hey, doggy.. here, drink this." I bring the cup of milk to her mouth. She sniffs the bowl a few times, then opens her mouth and quietly drinks it down. Some of it spills into the tub, but it seems she was able to get most of it down. I can sense a bit of warmth coming back to the girls cheeks as I lather some soap into a nearby washcloth and begin to run it along her shoulders, washing the mud and grime from her body as best I can. As I rinse the suds away from her hair, I can finally see some life returning to the puppy girls eyes. She's still lingering in and out of consciousness, but that's expected from sheer exhaustion more than anything. I let the water drain from the tub as I make one final pass with the shower head, grabbing a nearby towel and using it to pick the girl out of the tub, ensuring she doesn't fall over as I dry her off as much as I can. I wasn't paying much attention earlier, considering the urgency of the situation, but now that things have settled down a bit, I can't help but blush a bit as I glance over the puppy girls body. She's petite, her chest maybe a B-Cup at best, but I can't help but admire the girls plump bottom as I make a final pass with the towel. She doesn't seem to really notice or mind, but I feel a bit conflicted about all of this. Am I really doing the right thing here? Should I have just taken her to a shelter instead? Would they even be open in this weather? I don't know. I force my mind back to the task at hand, setting the girl down on the toilet for a moment as I run to the bedroom to retrieve a particularly long t-shirt for the puppy girl to wear. Anthropoid animals require special clothing to compensate for their tails. If I tried to put any of my clothes on her, they'd probably just fall right off, or at the least be extremely uncomfortable for her. "Here.. can you lift your arms up for me?" She stares at me for a moment. She looks confused. I guess the reality that she's in a strangers care right now has started to dawn on her, but she doesn't seem to protest much. Her arms lift up, and I'm able to slide the t-shirt over her with ease. It's a bit big, but it'll have to do for now. I help walk the girl into my bedroom, pick her up and gently and tuck her into a few blankets. Finally, I bring over an electric heater and turn it on in her direction. After a few minutes, the dog girl manages to drift off to sleep. It's past 3 AM now, and it looks like she should make a full recovery, I hope. I might be in over my head here. I can barely take care of myself. I guess we'll just have to wait and see what tomorrow brings.
  9. bes31

    End of the Line

    Hi. Recently, I've been interested in a certain type of story, the simple line story: A group of girls, an occupied bathroom, and the surrounding drama that follows. It's not complex, but I've been wanting to write one of these for a while, so here goes nothing. Also.. Homage to Rick Dixon, I guess, as he's been one of my favorite writers on here recently. I think my goal here is to flesh out such a story to the maximum capability, so this will be pretty long (and this will be only the first part). I haven't written long-form in a while, so I hope y'all like it. End of the Line: PART 1: "200 miles away. North or South." Last month, once college had finished and our final test had been inputted, a group of friends and I decided that it would be the perfect time to fulfill a promise that we made to ourselves when we were Freshman-- a glorified, down-to-earth, Americana laced road-trip. As we depressed from the laborious Finals week, our attention turned to packing bags, booking hotels, and generalizing directions for what we called a "trip of a lifetime". In fairness, this statement was hyperbole, it was a standard road-trip, New York-to-California, and then back again with gusto and general tourist spirit. But for the four of us, the trip beyond the cramped settlement that is New York to the open land would be refreshing. It was the second day, and the four of us were situated comfortably into a moderately sized SUV, cozying up with the reclining seats, with all the accompanying entertainment being the empty roads and the cell phones that clinged onto the smallest bits of signals before being shut down to the rest of the world. It was boring, and as the sun began to close down on the warm afternoon, we had decided to grab a quick bite to eat (rather than nourishment from the endless foray of packed snacks, as Goldfish cannot sustain forever). At the smallest bit of civilization, the driver pulled into an old-school diner, with a glowing white-and-silver exterior with shining embezzlement and neon signs, all cascading with the smell of pancakes and coffee to impress the craving passengers. We were immune to the aesthetic, and the smells, and the four of us entered into the near-empty restaurant. "Hi y'all, welcome to End of the Line. It'll be four?" The waitress greeted, she was an older women with caked-on makeup upon a wrinkled face and a pony-tail that oft represented someone below her age, still she bounced around with energy, charisma, and a Midwestern charm. After the long day of travelling, our group could only do with a nod, and immediately she piloted us to a large table, glistening, surrounded by strange music memorabilia. "Now, do y'all need anything?" "We'll have waters." I started, which caused a slight grimace on the face of the waitress, what's up with that? I thought. Either way, she smiled at me and assured the group that she would return with said waters. Across from me, one of the members of the group peered around the room with a slight urgency. To her left, she peered, above my head, she shook her head, and then to her right, she smiled and stood up, causing our heads to turn. "I'll be right back." Hanna, the standing girl, told the group, as she walked off to a slight crevice in the diner, the bathrooms... of course. I thought to myself, as it had been a long day for all of us. Hanna was the owner of the SUV, and with that came the responsibility of driving that lumbering vehicle across the country, of course Mark, Felicity, or myself would all have been willing to drive as well, but Hanna was stubborn, and willingly beared the responsibility. Today, she woke up in a hotel room, and by 9:00 she was behind the wheel, and continued to do so with only minimal stops for 8 hours. She was strong, and stubborn, but as she now stood in the crevice, knees slightly bent, acknowledging the occupied single-toilet room in front of her, I could tell she was nearing her breaking point, and shamefully, I became fascinated. "What about you, Felicity?" Mark asked with a candidness that impressed me. Felicity was to my right, and my eyes turned from Hanna at the door to Felicity as the questioning began. It was fair, as like Hanna, Felicity had gone eight hours without any form of relief. We had made two stops, one at 1:00, where we filled the car with gas and grabbed a bite to eat from a gas station, but when the topic of the bathroom brought up, we were presented with an out of order sign. We continued onward, though, until around 3:00, where Marks bladder had expanded too far, and he requsted a reprieve on the side of the road. There, Mark and I both relieved ourselves as the girls diverted their eyes, we offered to do the same for them, but neither obliged, as it would have been obscene. Now, Hanna was waiting for the toilet to open, obviously in some discomfort, and Felicity simply sat, not wanting to cause a scene. "Oh--- I'm fine.... No need to get up there until Hanna's done." Fair enough, though Felicity acknowledged her need. Underneath the table, I could tell that Felicity had crossed legs, and a protruding bladder that could be seen through the outline of her sundress, sometimes she would bite her lips, but she remained calm. I pretended the read the menus as I watched both girls, Hanna casually gazing at her phone, legs crossed as the door remained locked, and Felicity, who read the menu herself with discomfort-- I was blessed to be friends with such beautiful girls. Felicity was pristine, a sort of controlled beauty with pale skin, golden-blonde hair and a good body, all masking someone who was intelligent and thoughtful, all of which forced me to have romantic feelings that I never could control. Hanna on the other hand, was much more of a friend (as I had known her since we were children), she was skinny, with long legs and curly brown hair, she was more down-to earth, in a blouse, jean skirt, and boots that matched her perfect, still I could tell she was incredibly pretty, and even as friends I enjoyed watching her ponder the still-locked door. Those doors have been locked for a while, I thought as the waitress appeared with our drinks. Casually, she looked over to Hanna with a face that resembled empathy, did she know something I didn't? Hanna looked back at us as well, slightly confused, and certainly annoyed, her legs bent inward to the slightest degree and a right leg that couldn't sit still. Quietly, she squeezed on her thigh, trying to focus on her phone. Five minutes later, and as Hanna began to stare longingly at the closed door, and Felicity began to place her left hand down near crotch, giving occasional squeezes to her cramping urethra, the door opened with the sound of a bell ringing, and a family coming through the doors. There were four of them, and as the ordered off the menu, I took note of the family, a overworked Mother and Father, a young boy, and a women who seem disinterested with her parents conversation. The women was annoyed and flustered, dressed in tight jean-shorts, a blue t-shirt, and with dyed blonde hair with a punk aesthetic. She was probably 17-19, with a surprisingly large chest, and with a personality that drew ire from (what I assumed was) her family. Picking up the families conversation, I listened closely. "Come on, Darlene, you're being ridiculous." The Mother lambasted, Darlene must've been the women's name. "Just shut up! I'm fine!" "Darlene's gonna pee her pants." The boy said with a sing-song mocking tone, immediately my ears perked up. "Darlene's gonna pee--" "No I'm not! Shut up!" Darlene nearly screamed, she was slouched into her chair, exposing enough of her middrift to see a slight rise near her lower belly. She probably was caught in the same predicament, a long drive without a toilet and too much decency to pee into the side of the road. As I listened, I caught Felicity averting her ears, she seemed in pain, as if the conversation reminded her about her own needs. Hanna continued to play on her phone, but the expression on her face was worsening. "I don't use public bathrooms, they're gross!" Darlene continued. "Well, we are not stopping until the hotel, so it's either now or midnight." The father continued, all with forceful certainty. Darlene rolled her eyes at him, adjusting her Daisy-Duke which showed a little more of her inner thighs than I could handle, I tried to stay calm, as these situations were beginning to stack upon each other. "Whatever...... Besides, there's a line for the bathroom already." Darlene nodded off to Hanna, who was by herself, contemplating the door that remained locked. Another five minutes had past when we started to realize that something was off. Hanna was bouncing up and down at this point, rolling her Converses on the tiled floor and constantly biting her lips, she hadn't used the toilet in nearly nine hours at this point and the drinking of sodas and water inside the car was regular. Now, she felt weighted down, sometimes crossed over, even at some points she pondered to the Men's bathroom, but as she pulled ever so slightly she found that the Men's reprieve was locked as well. She remained stuck, and Felicity watched with baited breath, even Darlene made a few glances, she shook ever so slightly (even if she wouldn't be caught dead in a public toilet, a point she iterated many times to her poor parents). "Do you think there are staff bathrooms?" Felicity asked me with shyness, she didn't like being in such a predicament as she twisted the edges of her sundress, her legs deviating from positions, trying to find comfort, but the pain was within. "You could ask." I reminded Felicity, who seemed dissatisfied with her answer, especially since Hanna had already asked. A few minutes ago, when the waitress brought over our meals of pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon, and the likes, Hanna had asked her why exactly the bathrooms were closed. "Oh, they're just occupied." The waitress responded with a uneasy smile, sometimes she would bounce on her black high-heels, she was desperate too, so if there was a staff bathroom, it wasn't being used either. Across the restaurant, Darlene clamped down on her short shorts, giving a slight moan, from my vantage point I could see the slightest trickle of darkness on the indigo, her legs crossed with intensity, just preventing a flood from appearing. "Oh Darlene, you're hurting yourself!" The Mother warned her daughter, whose eyes rang with worry instead of rebel spirit. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhh---- Fine!" Darlene stood up and awkwardly jigged to the crevice where the bathroom would be, I wondered how much of the "Uh"'s were a stand in for her pride, as she obviously was losing control. In the crevice, the punk-rock girl stood next to Hanna, comparatively, Darlene was in rougher shape, bent over with one hand permanently pressed down on her failing privates. Hanna was desperate too, but under control, Darlene looked as if she could burst at any moment-- but she did have pride, one that prevented her from losing control. "What's up with the bathrooms?" Darlene spoke to Hanna, who was fine with conversation, anything to get her mind off her swollen bladder. "I don't know, whomever's in there is not coming out." "Have you tried knocking on the door?!" Darlene dramatically asked, shifting hands around her waist-- God, she could explode at any second. Hanna had no response, not sure what the punk-rock girl was alluding too. "Y'know, to see if anyone's in there!" "Oh--- Okay." Hanna nodded and quickly knocked on the door, and almost immediately, a knock back. In some ways, this was the worst case scenario, and both girls knew what this socially meant. If the doors were locked and no one was inside, then there was no reason to wait, the girls could both run to the back and relieve their swollen, oversized bladders, but now that an open toilet was accessible, they had to stay, and just wait. I watched intently, though I saw Felicity look at me, maybe she was wondering why I was so interested. "Um.... Hi?" Hanna spoke to the person on the other side. "You've been in there a while, and there are people here who really need the.... Y'know. Do you think you can come out soon." From the other side, a women's voice, "Just a second". Darlene moaned, shaking her hips around in obvious cramping pain. "I don't have a second! I need to pee now!" Darlene complained, drawing attention to the entire kitchen and her family. I looked over to them, her brother was loving it with a giddy smile, but her parents were worried. Hanna was also worried, but also annoyed, as she swayed around, sometimes kicking up her legs, almost nearing a pace. "I get that you need to go-- So do I-- But you don't have to yell so loud." Hanna talked down to Darlene, who responded to it in spade, bending down and nodding (and surprisingly, not yelling). I get the yelling, I've been in positions where I've almost lost control, but I couldn't imagine Hanna or Felicity liked such a display. Suddenly, I was reminded of Felicity, who rubbed her thighs constantly. "Sorry--- It's just that I haven't gone all day, and I just really need to go." Darlene said in a lower tone. "Literally all day, you see, I have a fear of public bathrooms, so when I woke up at the hotel this morning I just couldn't muster the will to go. I thought that there would be a time that I could piss in the woods, or piss in a bottle, but my parents didn't let me-- and now--- Well, I think if I don't use the toilet soon, I'm going to explode." Hanna (and I) listened to the story. I imagined, the long afternoon drive with confidence, just waiting for an oppurtunity to release your pent up bladder and to be denied relief over and over again. God, I was becoming fascinated, my thoughts became rock hard as I put off the pancakes to appreciate the three girls that were putting on a show. Felicity burrowed herself down, pushing on her nether regions with strength, her pale face beginning to appear beet red. Darlene hadn't relieved her swollen bladder for a long time, and it showed from her pained face, crossed legs, and dancing hips. And then there was Hanna, who stood with her head against the wall, feeling the pain of standing in the same spot for nearly 15 minutes without the door opening. Part of me wished I could escort all three girls out of the diner and to the side of the room, and from there I would watch as they undress, Felicity would pull up her sundress and move her white panties to the side as she would unleash a torrent, Darlene would slide down her short shorts and panties, all trickling down with precious (and loud) relief, and Hanna would cautiously roll down her panties as the stream would appear from underneath her now Commando skirt. But that would be weird, much better for just a fantasy. Instead the girls remained in pain, the door remained locked. But then, the next best thing occurred-- because the entrance opened again, and immediately I was sparked again. "Hi y'all, is it two today?" The waitress asked, she legitimately seemed to be in pain at this point. "Oh no... We were just wondering if we could use your facilities?.. Please." "Oh... Well, they're to your right." On instinct, my head swiveled again to spot two women, both which immediately recognized the uncomfortable line in place, and from their uncomfortable stances, would only be contributing. "Ah, shit... There's a line, Jasmine." The one on the left claimed, she was gaudy and alternative, large-chested with dark-brown skin and long braided hair, dressed in flowing blouse and oddly colored pink skirt which loosely covered her upper thigh. Still, she was bursting, obviously, from head-to-toe, with her legs scrunched up, hand pushing down on her urethra, and a pained expression that could already be seen from the other girls. Next to her, a smaller women with lighter-brown skin, petite frame and short brown hair, she was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, tom-boyish in nature, and her straight posture carried more of the same. I could have mistaken her for a man if it wasn't for the perky breasts that poked through her yellow v-neck shirt, and the she was pushing on her vagina as well. "There's nowhere else we can go." Immediately, Jasmine and the other women hurried to the line, only increasing the worry of the desperate Felicity, who didn't want to expose her desperation, and remained sitting. I looked to her with a startling worry, and she turned back to me with pain drenching her face, and nearly a tear in her eye. Putting her mind off of it, she finished up her pancakes. It was crazy that the food was done, and for all 20 minutes, Hanna had been standing up there, now it was dificult to spot her in the crevice, with Darlene leaning on the wall, and the two women taking spots as well. Sometimes I would see the head of Hanna, she looked bewildered, completely enamored with her desperation, near the point of crying out. "Erica..." Jasmine spoke, unbuttoning her jeans to relieve the pressure on her expanding bladder, "this is really bad, I'm about to explode." "Me too, honey... Me too." Erica said with sympathy. "We all are." Darlene introduced herself to the two women. "But I've been here for ten minutes, and this girl--" Darlene pointed to Hanna, who tried the men's bathroom for the 20th time and found no success, "she's been here for twenty." "Twenty!" Erica reacted with shock. "Is there a dead body in the toilets or something!?" "We've talked to her, she just won't open the door." Hanna said with complete frustration. "Why don't we barge in, we haven't peed for a day!" Jasmine contextualized the two's shaking and complete desperation, a day? God, these girls were stronger than I could imagine. "We were supposed to go to an Air B&B, but it got cancelled, so we had to stay in our car for the night and even thought we've been dying for a piss for forever, we just couldn't find a place that had a toilet. Until now." "You haven't gone for 24 hours!?" Darlene was amazed, as she was at wits end with only a measly 20 hours to her name. "Something like that-- and--- Oh!!!" Erica moaned, causing a chain response for all the girls to moan. All four girls were dying, and their desperation just couldn't end. Hanna now knelt down next to the bathroom, a few spurts stained the bottom of her light-blue jean skirt, but it was nothing to Darlene, who remained in complete tension and still had a dark spot on her short shorts. Jasmine continued to push down, tears forming in her-- "Bes." And then there was Erica, who pulled on her miniskirt and-- "Bes!" My attention was halted, as suddenly someone was calling for me. It was Felicity, who in the madness I forgot was waging her own war. I looked at her with worry. "Yeah?" "Could you uh---" Awkwardly, she chose words. "Could you help me outside?" "H...Help?" She looked to me with complete agony on her face, and I knew what she meant. I stood up from my meal, and as Mark watched, I helped up Felicity as well. She was really hurting, her face still red, with her hand carefully placed over her crotch, everything swelled and full, but despite it not a single drop on her chair-- she forced herself to hold it, and when she couldn't, she came to me. Holding her hand, I helped the bursting girl out of the diner, not even gaining attention from the other girls, they were already occupied with their own problems. "What do you want to do?" "I don't know-- Just---- Just take me---" Felicity couldn't complete a sentence as I pulled her out. I pushed on the door and allowed her to leave the sight lines. Throughout all of this she hopped along, bursting at every corner, with every step being a careful balance not to lose control of the overflowed load inside of her. I was not aroused, though, I was worried, and with worry I made sure that she reached the side of the building, just as a large humming sound came from the highway. Felicity still looked around, she was bursting, but she could tell that given the correct angle, a passerby could see her, carefully she moved on, pushing down on the abused cloth that made her sundress. "I promise I won't look." I told her as I let go of her hand, she was at the side of the building, nearing the back as I let her by herself. Alone, Felicity danced, a full-on potty dance as if she was a child, looking around to see if it was finally appropriate for her to pull down her panties and unleash the built up storm. I want nothing more to watch, but I promised that I wouldn't, so with pain I turned away. Still I could hear Felicity pull down her panties and moan, and--- It was silent, without any sounds of spashes or moans of relief. After 15 seconds of silence, I was confused. "Is everything alright?" "I.... I can't." She can't?? I thought, thinking of turning around. "What do you mean, you can't." "I.... It's locked, I can't...." Awkardness filled the space between us, as I stood away from her. "Can I turn around?" I asked, wondering what was wrong. "Yeah." I did, and to my surprise there was nothing, no liquid, no piss, but Felicity remained dancing, dying to pee. "I'm just really shy, that's all." She said, blushing. I managed out a smile, could you imagine-- pee shyness for someone so desperate, I couldn't imagine how it felt for Felicity, who was dying, and just couldn't. "I've never been able to pee outside, I just thought since it's so bad that..." She bent over, "I need to wait for a toilet." "Well, that's okay, you'll just wait on line." I said with ignorance, and she smiled at it as if it was a joke. "Yeah, that'll work out good." Felicity pranced back to the diner, still pulling on her sundress, and as the sun began to fade I wished for nothing more to have been able to see the pleasures of Felicity's relief-- but it'll have to wait. Maybe the bathroom was open, whoever was inside is finally out, maybe Hanna can get relief! Either way, I felt the sting of my own bladder, and the peace of the wall. I let go slowly, urinating against the wall, realizing that the strain I felt was nothing compared to those five girls. I smiled at the thought, of how many beautiful bursting bladders had been placed before me as I finished, buttoning my jeans and-- "Shit! Shit! Shit!!!" A loud voice came near at a record pace, and I stopped, as because from the corner the figure of Darlene appeared, blue t-shirt and blue shorts that were so short that they drew my into a frenzy, all along with it a stained bottom where spurts of piss had been coming out of the desperate girls troubled urethra. She bounced her legs up and down with fury as she stopped, and looked at me. And I looked at her. And she looked at me. And I looked at her. And she pissed her pants. Her muscles stopped, and she bent forward, with the strained indigo becoming the only color as the liquid surrounded her lower body. She nearly squealed as I watched her lose complete control, eventually as the urine poured out of her body she attempted to pull down her moist shorts, but the stickiness prevented it, and suddenly she was fully drenched. I could only watch in amazement, and she reacted with horror, all turning into a shocked, saddened face-- she had so much pride, and now it was as if she was a little girl. "I----" She struggled to make a word, still pushing down as the stream stopped. I said nothing, in shock as well. "I--- I really needed to pee." It was known. From behind her, her family appeared as she walked off, embarrassed, without saying a word. Her Mother and Father reprimanded her, "Why didn't you go like we told you to!" Her Father yelled, and Darlene's brother teased her relentlessly. Darlene was going to remember this day for the rest of her life, and so would Erica, Jasmine, Felicity, Hanna, all because someone refused to leave the bathroom. The problem was that there were no public bathrooms from here, for 200 miles, either way. You either peed now, or you would wait, and those who came had no choice. It was the End of the Line. If you didn't pee here, you wouldn't pee anywhere. Carefully, I walked out of the side of the building, through a window I saw Mark and Felicity, both waiting for this nightmare to end. Felicity's hands were tied, and her head was on the table. I also saw the line, now three girls, waiting with urine coming through their eyes. But it was then that I saw something else, something that made it only crazier. In the front of the diner, a school bus-- a school trip-- and unless my eyes deceived me, many girls that weren't peeing anywhere else. END OF PART 1
  10. Another story of sporty Princess Daisy, but not during Olympics this time. There will be sports involved, though, but not for the main part of the story. Not sure that anyone but Melificentfan will read this, maybe I'm better writing about Mario characters because Super Mario is more popular than My Little Pony. After the Race: Princess Daisy's Desperation Princess Daisy woke up. She felt her pajama pants and sighed of relief on noticing they were dry. She had just dreamed that she was looking for somewhere to pee but couldn't find one, with all the bathrooms either occupied, missing a toilet, or their doors broken, eventually jumping into a pond and peeing there before she woke up. She did have to pee, though. So she got out of bed, walked into the bathroom, did her business, and changed into her sports outfit, a yellow tank top and short, skintight, orange shorts. Today she had signed up for a game of soccer, a long race, and beach volleyball. She made a big pot of coffee and drank it all, and then, as it was getting close to 10:00, she jumped through a warp pipe to Mushroom City. First was her soccer game. It was fierce and went on for a long time, as the score was tied, but eventually Daisy scored the winning goal. She was tired, thirsty, and sweaty after the game, so she went to the nearest store, bought three bottles of soda, and drained them in under a minute. She waited about a half hour before the race, which was a 30-lap race around a long track. Five minutes before the race, a sudden intense urge to pee hit Daisy. The coffee had gone through her, and the soda she drank was slowly starting to fill her bladder as well. The bathroom in the waiting room had a line. Blaze and Rouge were in that line as well. Birdo was initially in it, but seeing how long the line was, she walked to the corner and peed there instead. At least Yoshi, Jet, and Koopa the Quick seemed to be doing fine. When it was only one minute until the race, Daisy and the remaining contestants in the line walked to the start. Daisy could at least use her desperation as motivation to run faster. "Ready... set... go!" Daisy took off and ran so fast she was sure she could beat Sonic. She was almost immediately ahead of the other racers, and put more distance between them each lap. As she ran, her desperation increased, but she held it in. She won the race by a landslide, but still had to wait for the others to finish. She held herself as she was presented with her gold medal, and then she ran back to the waiting room bathroom. However, as Blaze and Rouge had not placed third or second, they and some of the other contestants had walked back ahead of her and were once again in line. Daisy decided to go find another bathroom, for she still had quite some time before her volleyball game. But first, she was thirsty from running that long race. Her outfit was damp with sweat, her hair was soaked, and her legs glistened. She hesitated to potentially increase how badly she needed to go, but she couldn't ignore her thirst. She bought five water bottles with coins she won in the race and downed them as fast as she had run. Once her thirst was satisfied, she searched the store for a bathroom, but couldn't find one, so she ran outside. She sprinted to the nearest gas station, and ran inside. Unfortunately, the bathroom had an "Out of Order" sign on it. She groaned and ran out the door. She ran to a park, feeling her bladder getting more full by the minute, and looked for an outhouse there. She found one, but it was occupied. She banged on the door. "Hurry up in there! I really gotta go!" She held herself and did the pee dance for five minutes before the toilet flushed, and Wario came out. "Heheh, you look hot when you have to pee," he said. Daisy ignored him for now and ran to the outhouse door. "Oh, I wouldn't go in there," Wario chuckled. Daisy entered the outhouse, and gagged at the smell inside. She looked at the toilet, which was clogged and overflowing. She ran back outside and looked around for a tree to go behind. "I warned you," said Wario. "But you can pee in front of me." He slapped Daisy's butt. Daisy kicked Wario in the crotch and ran into the woods. Unfortunately for her, there were Toads and monkeys everywhere. She could feel the pee sloshing around as she ran further along the path. She finally found a big tree she could go behind. She ran behind the tree and was about to pull down her shorts when a Toad walked into view. "Hi Daisy," said the Toad. "You look pretty distressed. What's up?" "I have to go to the bathroom really badly!" Daisy hoped the Toad would take the hint and let her pee behind the tree. "I saw a sign pointing to an outhouse just a little further down the path," said Toad. This would give her a better shot at privacy, though she hoped she could make it that far. She felt like she was about to burst. Daisy ran back onto the path, and soon she found a bathroom sign pointing toward a dark area of the woods. She ran down this path, and the further she got, the more eerie the atmosphere got, and the trees had less leaves on them. With a sinking feeling, she suspected this section of the forest might be haunted. She hoped a ghost didn't startle her. If they did, she would pee right then and there. She found the outhouse the signs pointed to. There were actually two outhouses. She opened the door of one of them and walked inside. It was a little dark, but she could see the toilet in front of her. As she got close to it, however, the toilet disappeared. Daisy groaned and ran outside. She wasn't sure the other outhouse would be much better, but it was her only option at this point. She ran inside and touched the toilet. She could feel it clearly. Her bladder was overflowing, everything she had drank today having gone through her by now, but she felt better knowing she was about to get her much-needed relief. She pulled her shorts and white panties down and sat on the toilet. Then, a Boo appeared in front of her. Daisy would have been startled and peed right there, but this was overridden by the fact that someone was about to watch her pee. Plus, the Boo wasn't making any scare motions. She quickly pulled her shorts and panties back up and ran outside the outhouse. She ran back the way she had come, knowing she wasn't going to find a decent place to relieve herself here, and annoyed that her relief had been taken away from right in front of her. She reached the tree she had tried to go behind before, only to see two Toads sitting behind it having a conversation. Daisy ran back to the park and back to the outhouse Wario had clogged. She decided she'd pee in there regardless of the smell or state of the toilet. However, it had an Out of Order sign on it and was locked. At that moment, her bladder gave out. Daisy began peeing herself uncontrollably. She moaned with embarrassment and relief as her shorts became soaked, and pee flowed down her legs. At least no one was around to witness her wetting herself, and the warm wetness almost did feel nice. She peed for about three minutes, and when she was done, she realized it was almost time for her volleyball game. People chuckled a bit at Daisy's wet shorts, but cheered all the same when she and Peach won, after which Peach gave her a bath in her sports outfit.
  11. Version 1.0.0

    814 downloads

    This was from Tumblr

    Free

  12. Canticle Natura

    NoMaKo: An Omorashi Tale

    Version 0.4.5

    1,522 downloads

    Disclaimer: I am not the developer of this game, only uploading it here on his behalf. You can get in contact him through the tumblr links posted in this description. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (Paraphrased) From the developer's blog (https://nomakodev.tumblr.com/): "NoMaKo is an omorashi RPG. If the term “omorashi” is alien to you, then this probably isn’t your type of game! It’s usual turn based RPG action with adventures to be had, dungeons to be travelled through, and many puzzles to solve. All while drinking to recover HP and MP and having to deal with the bladder need of the characters who are animated with progressively more desperate squirming. If this need isn’t handled, well… laundry can be done at any inn! Design is intended to not be frustrating: running is always successful, no missing, KO’d party members still receive EXP, etc! A unique feature compared to other RPGs of this type is the ability for characters to learn to push themselves further with holding. After an accident or using the toilet when beyond their limit, the character’s holding ability will permanently grow slightly! This can be seen on their status page. This demo’s playtime is estimated to be around 4-6 hours. It’s not encrypted, so if you have RPG Maker VX Ace, you may totally open the project and snoop about. I want to see more omo games, so I hope to show off how I did things so others may follow! Look through the common events and look in the scripts file and see the modification I did to the Actor script to add the omo system. Please enjoy and leave feedback if you wish! I hope you enjoy your adventure with Noelle, Maple, and Kora! Known Issues Windows 10 users, there is an issue with crashing. Among testers, consistently it was found that anyone who had the game crash occasionally at battle start up was running Windows 10. Don’t know why! So right click the game, set properties to Windows 7 compatibility and save often! Might help. FIXED IN 0.3.2. Also, sometimes desperation/wetting notices may be triggered just as you change screens, with the changing of screen interrupting it. A minor annoyance, but not really a big problem!" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- So in essence, NoMaKo is a newcomer to the Omorpg scene. I have played through it and, in my opinion, it is a fun, light-hearted adventure that is reminiscent of older JRPGs. Some of it's features include: -Unique battle sprites and animations for all three of the playable characters (including different desperation stages and wettings). -The ability to increase the size of each character's bladder by having them hold to their limits. -An interesting take on RPG gameplay as well as a plethora of puzzles. The RPG Maker VX Ace RTP is required to play it, more information and updates on the game can be found on the developer's tumblr: https://nomakodev.tumblr.com/ If you enjoyed it please give the creator a note, I'm sure they will appreciate it!

    Free

  13. Hey! Wanted to write something new, but don't have time to write anything but background, so here's part 1, no real omorashi content in it. State Representative Ella Cook was the youngest elected representative in her state at the age of 23, right out of college. Her small town, though usually apolitical and middle of the road politically, was sick and tired of old men running the show, as the 20-year veteran got more and more lazy and less and less connected to his constituents. Ella took advantage of that, her energy and youth, and the promise of better advocacy against a state government that regularly forgot about her town to sweep into a commanding victory. Her good looks probably didn't hurt, either, with her long and straight blonde hair and in-shape body a rarity in politics. More than once she saw voters at the door stare at her well-endowed breasts or knew that people turned their heads to look at her butt when she walked past them, but since she needed their vote - she wasn't about to call out their misogyny any time soon. As part of her platform, she promised more active listening and advocacy for her constituents. So, a few months into her term, she was holding a series of town halls in her district. This particular one was in a nearby town to her hometown and district, and it was a region that, while happy to replace the outgoing representative, wasn't totally convinced that she would listen to them as much as her hometown. So, they were planning to come in large numbers to tell her all the details of their gripes and concerns, and Representative Cook had to make sure she listened intently and respectfully. Before the evening town hall, she dutifully had her meetings with the town's local officials, some of whom were friends of the old representative and disliked her for representing their increasing irrelevance (and some of whom were old enough to just dislike more women taking part in politics!), but the majority eager to work with someone new. They told her what she was likely to hear - the town used to depend on a couple of factories, most of the town didn't have college degrees nor was there a nearby college, technical or two year, and people were hurting due to the lack of work. Ella took these concerns seriously - her hometown had similar issues, and lack of wages could produce a host of other issues, like drug use, crime, etc. Some other concerns were a little more idiosyncratic - the town got their first traffic circle and people kept crashing and a couple people were concerned that vendors at the county fair were bribing their way into better stations. Ella had to stop herself from rolling her eyes at concerns like these, because people really did take these things seriously and the last thing she needed to do was to make fun of people, however minor their concerns were. After an afternoon of back-to-back meetings, she ate dinner at a local diner of high esteem, shaking hands with the local owner and taking a moment to hear his concerns (if farm subsidies weren't passed, his food would have to increase in pricing) before sitting down with her staff to a simple grilled cheese and tomato soup, a respectable choice in her neck of the woods. It was actually quite good and reminded her of her childhood. Her Chief of Staff was less impressed, a political operative from a large city. Her Chief of Staff, Katie, was also less than impressed with how long it took to come out. Ella prodded her a bit. "You gotta get used to slowing down, this isn't the big city. People take their time out here! Stop to smell the roses." Katie griped. "I'm just smelling Republicans and cow manure." Ella laughed. "I happen to need the support of both of those groups to stay elected." Katie guffawed. "Cow manure doesn't vote." "No, but cows do in this district," Ella joked. Katie looked at her watch. "Ah, crap, we gotta go. It's almost time for the town hall." Ella looked at the time. "You're right. Sure there isn't time for me to..." Katie glared at her. Ella nodded, putting aside a slight twinge in her bladder and the full feeling in her belly. "Right, right, can't be late. Let's go." Ella turned to her intern and handed her her card. "Please pay this and tip well! Meet us at the town hall." Ella checked her clothes for any food stains and sighed in relief that she ate cleanly. She had on a somewhat tight red turtleneck and black slacks. Professional, though a couple of the most old-school constituents might frown upon the tightness of the clothing and wearing pants as a woman. She, however, didn't want to cater to people who would never vote for a young woman anyway, and wanted to wear a more modern outfit. Ella and Katie rushed to the high school gymnasium a few blocks away, excited to hear their constituents but dreading a long night.
  14. Slater

    female Faith's Last Stand

    (There's a deep backstory development in this story to explain some events, I broke this up in sections you can see by paragraph breaks.) So a long time ago I wrote a couple stories involving a cousin of mine I called "Faith" (not real name of course). If I could find those story postings essily, I'd give links but they're pretty ancient. Faith (very thin brunette, brown eyes, long arms, usually bob cut short hair) was one of those extended family members you rarely see that don't feel entirely like family and it can happen you get romantically interested or exploratory sometimes and stuff. I felt very protective of her for some reason, she lived in a small house most the time with, I think, 11 family members. I don't remember if that's all siblings or also parents, but she was bullied by the army of older brothers frequently. She also wet herself quite frequently. I noticed in big family gatherings, being poor, she (and siblings) would indulge in the soft drinks. I saw her desperate and holding herself like every time. I convinced her to pee in an old pair of my sister's pants once on Christmas, abd she had told me a few wetting stories in detail. Something happened after that Christmas. Next time we had family gatherings, she weirdly like, followed me around. If we played games, she wanted to be on my team. If we watched a movie, she wanted to sit next to me. In fact, it was hard being alone! I strongly contemplated taking advantage of the situation but I was too nervous and decided not to push it. . Later when her family moved to the country rural area, I got a chance to visit. On arrival they had fixed up a 2-seat go-cart and I got a chance to drive it. I asked if anyone wanted to ride with me, she volunteered. I realized she was still probably interested. Sure enough, couldn't get alone time, even in a cool, light rain. I went out for a walk and I was admiring a pond and ducks when she came up beside me and just stood there, arms folded, clearly cold. My heart was beating hard, I had an incredible crush on her. As kids, she showed me upskirts and wet for me once, now we were past that. I couldn't believe it, puppy love or what? Was it when I "beat up" her oldest brother after making her cry? We started talking in the odd, quiet privacy, which led to growing up and stuff. I was trembling as much as she was, but not because I was cold. Finally, sorta on the topic, I asked a (rather stupid) question. "Are you wearing a bra?" She said yes. And we started talking about it. She had 2, one grey and one rainbow color, she was wearing the rainbow one. I told her I had never seen a rainbow bra and asked if she'd show me. Faith was reluctant for a bit but she didn't flatly say no. I pointed out I had seen her panties several times before, and more once. "You really want to? I'm not much like my sisters." (Her older sisters were quite blessed) I assured her I wouldn't ask if I didn't thinkt her beautiful enough. That seemed like it. "Ok, sure." So we went to a shack still being built in the woods, the sun getting ready to set not great light, and she lifted her shirt. I touched the back strap and asked how it came off. She showed me but didn't take it off. Then I asked her about maybe peeing later. She said she'd think about it. . That night after dinner, she was given the task of doing the dishes. Which was a lot. The whole family wasn't there, and she was covering for a sibling not present, but between me, my sister, and 3 cousins, plus lunch dishes from earlier, it was a pretty huge pile. Her mom declared the dishwasher was horrible at getting things clean and insisted most everything be hand washed. I opted to help rinse some smaller stuff to put in the washer, but it was already half full and it didn't take much to top it off. Everyone else went to watch cartoons on TV while Faith was stuck in the kitchen. So I sat by the table to keep her company. Soon, she started fidgeting and hiking up a leg, sometimes kicking out. Then she was bent over in an odd position. She wasn't wearing tight jeans, but they were kinda form-fitting. With delight, I watched her bum arc and move around. "Everything ok?" I asked. Faith curled in her lip and was bending up and down. "Eeeh, no. I really have to go to the bathroom." She was dancing about on the cushioned floor mat as she worked and she wasn't even halfway done. Faith started rushing her job while grunting and quietly moaning. I considered helping, but the sink space was so small I figured I'd probably just be in the way. Her mom came by to check up on things, inspecting the dishes drying and yelled at her for some food left over on some utensils and the inside of a giant pan. She picked through them and set some on the other side. Faith tucked in her right leg and bent over a little. "Can I go to the bathroom first?" "No! No bathroom breaks!" She looked off in the direction of the TV in the living room. "I'm sick and tired of the chores not getting done around here!" (implying something to the group huddled on the couches) I will never forget how her voice echoed so sternly while everyone else just appeared to ignore her rant. After her mom left, Faith seemed distraught, embarrassed, and determined. She jumped up and down a few times and continued washing. I said, "Lilly (my sister) wet herself once doing the dishes." But that seemed to make Faith feel more distressed. Shortly after she dropped a large pot with a bouncing thud, jammed both hands in her crotch, and turn away from the sink, squinting her eyes. "I almost peed myself," she said. Faith resumed, rocking her butt frantically left and right and folding and kicking her legs. While trying to scrub a handful of utensils all at once, she suddenly dropped some silverware with a loud, metallic clatter and walked away from the sink with a grim look on her face and back again, pacing furiously. She walked up to the drying dishes and marched in place, stammering as she inspected a few dishes before going back to the sink. Every now and then, she'd turn to look at me and it got weirder as conversation between us dwindled down. Faith could hardly concentrate on anything I said. Then she bent down furiously and crossed her legs, standing there trembling furiously. I saw her hands by her crotch and thought she was holding herself but her hands weren't quite same position. I stood beside her and realized she had unbuttoned her light blue jeans. "Oh... my gosh! If I try to run right now, I might just pee all over myself." I meant to stand behind her, close and tight and maybe massage her shoulders but like a young doofus I just put a hand on her shoulder as I stood beside her. "Just... do it." I said. "What?" "Just do it. You're probably not going to make it anyway, it's you mom's fault, and I wanna see you pee." She nervously turned back and leaned around me to look at everyone else watching TV. Her mom was in the bedroom. She turned back and continued shivering. "Oooh, I don't know." "When I wet my pants at school once, I convinced everyone I spilled milk on myself. Maybe we can kinda do the same?" She gave me an eye roll look that said, that's the stupidest plan ever. Then her eyes got real wide, her mouth dropped. "Oh shoot! Shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot!" She grabbed her crotch and tightly crossed her legs the other way over her fingers. Faith was vibrating like a rattlesnake, bouncing a little up and down. She kept looking back to the living room. Then she slowly slid one hand after the other out of her hold and firmly gripped the edge of the sink. She looked forward out the window. "Step back." She said. I did. She spread her legs apart fairly wide, took another look back at the living room. Faith looked down, looked at me, looked forward, and looked down again. She took a loud, heavy breath. Everything seemed to stop. Then a sudden, explosive outreach of darkness ruptured from her crotch and it began. I was shocked how fast it bore down her legs in every direction, but mostly straight down her inner thighs. I saw her whole body just limp into relaxation, but at the time I wasn't happy that I was watching from behind. I wanted her facing me but there she was, having forced herself to have an accident prematurely. Due to my dissatisfaction at seeing her from behind I don't remember a lot of details except thinking that rainbow bra was in there somewhere under her shirt and wondering if she had matching underwear, and if so, was she peeing in them? Despite her leg spread, pee didn't really make much a stream down the middle and instead dripped off sometimes from her thighs, butt, and mostly poured onto the mat from the hems round her sock-less, bare ankles. The puddle was huge, a lake quietly forming around the edge of the (silicone?) grey mat and pooled a little under and around her feet on the mat. But most of it was making an island out of that mat. I wish I took more time to look at it, I didn't really notice or think to appreciate puddles as they formed back then. After an eternity of peeing, she finally finished, standing there frozen, kinda unsure what to do. I had wrongly assumed it would be contained on the mat cushion but it just went everywhere else instead. The material seemed water proof and so her pee just slid right off to the surrounding concrete, baren kitchen floor. She turned to the side, squealching the pee around on the mat to look at the living room, then she faced me briefly, her jeans were obviously peed in and very dark; I didn't expect the back of her pants to get soaked like that. When my sister Lilly wet herself and spread her legs out, pee streamed out loudly hammering the floor, so that's kinda what I expected. I wanted Faith keep facing me but she turned back and seemed to cling herself to the sink, not wanting to look at anything or anyone. She just stood there in her super darkened, warmly wet jeans, and kept doing the dishes, able to concentrate now that her bladder was empty. I didn't know what to do, so I left to watch TV with the other kids and teens. Eventually her mom walked back in the kitchen. "What is this?" She said loudly. "Did you wet yourself?" At that, a number of kids turned around and Faith was yelled at by her mom for all to hear. Then Faith looked at me, gulped, and argued that she was told she wasn't allowed to go. After a little more back and forth, her mom admitted to overreacting, said sorry and sent her off to the bathroom to clean up. I went into the kitchen and helped her mom mop the floor and put the dishes away. When Faith came out of the shower, in her pink, red, black checkered night gown, we finished putting the dishes away. . I had fantasized and hoped in-between visits she'd grow to have omorashi as a fetish, imagining her longing to find another opportunity to wet herself again with me. But at the next family get together, Faith wasn't so clingly like before, but we did get a moment when she was told to fetch some diapers from the family van for a baby and I offered to help look. I started the conversation towards the direction of all we had done together and such, but she was up front with me. She said that we shouldn't do stuff like that anymore and we should recognize ourselves as family. "We're grown up now," she said. I didn't want to admit it, but she was right. And that was that. We never talked about it ever again. It was as pathetically close to intimacy as I got in life. I never dated and only tried briefly three times all the way until 2 years ago, dated a wonderful young lady in a distance relationship, but we didn't get intimate. I still haven't even kissed a girl yet. I think I never will.
  15. It was a dreary Tuesday, it was around the late fall afternoon. Ella had been at work for almost 11 hours when she finally was able to go home. Her job as a front desk attendant for a local car dealership was a very long and uneventful job. But it paid the bills. She had plans that evening with a long time friend, Alyx. They were going to get dinner and drinks at the local Italian restaurant. Ella was wearing a pair of nice khaki pants and a very dressy shirt along with high heels. Her job required her to be very professional which meant very little time away from the front desk or the phones. Which also meant very little time for bathroom breaks during the day so she had to watch what she drank. Well today, she didn't really pay that any mind. She left work around 7pm and had to meet Alyx at 730. It was a 20 minute drive so she didn't have the time to stop anywhere. She hadn't noticed any urges or any out of the ordinary feelings until she got about half way to her car. She realized that she had to pee. And pretty bad too. But she decided to press on until she got to dinner. She got to her car and began to leave work when she got a cold chill. Not the kind from sickness but the kind telling her that she HAD to pee and it was an emergency. "This isn't good. This isn't good at all" she thought to herself. She sat with her legs pressed together and was constantly jiggling the left leg. "I'm a big girl. this is nothing...if I can handle a pregnancy and not wet myself once then this outta be cake." she whispered. She was about 5 minutes away when Alyx called her and told her that she'd have to reschedule and that she had an emergency come up. Ella was a little disappointed but was secretly happy given her predicament. She turned around and headed for home. Her apartment was about 10 minutes away and she was fairly certain she'd make it home without incident. Ella arrived to her apartment complex to see an ambulance sitting in her apartment. "...okay...guess I'll just have to park further away no biggie...." she thought as her bladder screamed for relief. She finally found a parking spot! But the downside was it was almost twice as far away as usual. She quickly got out of her car and locked the door behind her all while trying to do the most nonchalant pee dance. She didn't want anyone to know her situation and was super embarrassed that someone might see her. She walked as quickly as her heels and screaming bladder would let her without leaking any. She lived on second floor and usually took the stairs. She was starting to feel the immense pressure more and more with every step. The steps would be the hardest part of her challenge. But she took each step one at time. At this point, she was bent over at the waist. She had undone her belt and had a hand on her thigh. it was there to try and stop any pee that might try to escape. She was shaking from the desperation and she was begging herself to be strong enough to make it up just a few more stairs so she could relive herself. She made to her door after what seemed like an eternal walk from her car. She fumbled with her keys for a few seconds before opening the door. Her bathroom was at the backside of her apartment. She doubted she could contain herself that long. She made a split second decision. She ran into the kitchen, pulled her pants down as far as she could, and hopped up into the sink and unleashed the most relieving pee of her entire life. She sighed very loudly. She was so proud of herself for making home. She didn't make it to the toilet, but at least she didn't ruin her pants. And as far as he knew, no witnesses, not even her husband. I really enjoy writing these from time to time. I hope everyone else will at least somewhat enjoy it. If you ave any suggestions for more for future stories, I'd always love to hear them so either PM me or leave them below! Thanks!! -Sammi
  16. It was the middle of summer, and a dark blue van sat in the middle of a traffic jam. The Equestria Girls had spent yesterday having fun in another city two hours away from the city they lived in. Today they were on their way back home, but had been stopped just half an hour out of the city by a long line of cars that were only moving a little once every several minutes. Twilight Sparkle was driving, wearing her Legend of Everfree outfit, a light blue T-shirt and short, fairly tight purple shorts. In the passenger seat beside her sat Sunset Shimmer, who wore a black T-shirt and jeans. Rarity sat in the middle left seat, wearing her usual light blue shirt and purple skirt. Beside her sat Fluttershy, wearing her usual white tank top and green skirt. They both wore panties of the same color as their skirts underneath. In the back seat, from left to right, sat Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, and Applejack. Rainbow Dash was wearing her usual white T-shirt and blue jacket with black compression shorts under a pink and white mini skirt. Pinkie Pie and Applejack wore similar T-shirts, respectively with pink and green sleeves, and jean shorts that, while equally tight, differed in that Pinkie's looked folded at the edges and Applejack's were cutoffs (and a little dirty). The girls had been sitting in the traffic jam for an hour, and so naturally they needed to pee. Especially Pinkie Pie, who drank lots of soda this morning and on the drive, and had been pretty desperate before the traffic jam. She fidgeted in her seat, crossing her legs and wishing she'd asked them to stop at a gas station earlier. And as if being stuck in a traffic jam wasn't bad enough, it had been raining very hard for the past half hour. The sight and sounds of the rain made the girls even more uncomfortable. "Does anyone have a jar or anything I can pee into?" said Pinkie. "Those pop cans won't work! I know, I tried once." "I imagine that was rather messy," said Rarity, trying hard not to think of it as she crossed her legs and fidgeted slightly. "I don't think we have anything," said Twilight, who fidgeted in her front seat holding herself with one hand, and her other hand on the steering wheel. Fluttershy was hiding all signs of desperation, but she was sweating a little and also fidgeting slightly. "Hurry up!" said Rainbow Dash out the window. "Some of us have to pee!" She often had to hold it in during games, and had never once wet herself as far as she could remember, but she was concerned she might not make it this time. "You mean ALL of us!" said Applejack, who was also used to holding it around the farm to get more work done, but was very uncomfortable. "Don't say it so the whole world can hear!" said Rarity, blushing lightly. "She's right though," said Sunset. "If we don't get moving soon, the seats of the car will get very wet." "Cleaning the seats won't be a problem, but that's the least of our concerns," said Twilight. She moaned as she could feel her bladder filling up more. "I'd REALLY prefer not to suffer this humiliation again. Or for any of you to." "Again?" said Rainbow Dash. Twilight blushed. "I had a lot to drink, and the streets were busy. But the seat cleaned just fine, and at least then no one was there to see it. And my shorts washed perfectly, so it's not like they're dirty now. I don't usually... it was one time." "It's all right Twilight," said Sunset. "It could happen to any of us." "It might happen to ALL of us!" said Rainbow Dash. Several minutes went by, and they made very little progress as they moved ahead slightly every few minutes. Then, when the rain stopped, Applejack looked out the window and saw a dirt road. "Ah know that road," said Applejack. "I've taken it before. It leads straight into the city. A far side from where we live, or the nearest gas station, but it's better than here!" The girls all felt better knowing this. However, there wasn't enough room to turn onto this road yet. The girls fidgeted impatiently waiting to get close enough to turn. Twilight honked her horn a few times. After what felt like hours, they finally reached the dirt road. Twilight turned onto the road and drove down it. She was tempted to go over the speed limit of 60 miles per hour, but she knew getting pulled over for speeding would definitely have wet results. The rain had turned the dirt of the road into very slick mud. Mud splattered on the back window of the van, so Twilight had the windshield wipers on. "Goodness, I'd HATE to walk on this road," said Rarity. The sight of this mud repulsed her so, but less so than wetting herself. She was fidgeting harder now, but felt better knowing she would find relief soon. If she could just hold it for about a half hour. Maybe a little more, as they were going at a slower speed. "We're about ten minutes away," said Applejack, looking at her watch while crossing her legs. "We might just make it." Suddenly a deer ran in front of their van. Fluttershy let out a whimper (and nearly something else) and covered her eyes. Twilight slammed the brakes. The van came to a stop, digging a bit into the mud. The deer stared at the headlights for a few seconds, and then walked to the other side. "That was close," said Twilight. She stepped on the gas pedal again. The van wouldn't move. Twilight stepped on the gas again, but it was no use. "Uh-oh," said Twilight. "What?" said Rainbow Dash, holding herself tighter while Fluttershy whimpered, Rarity crossed her legs tighter, and Pinkie leaked into her underwear slightly. "I think we're stuck." "But I really really really REALLY gotta go!" said Pinkie. Twilight kept pressing the gas pedal, but the van came no closer to getting unstuck. As she did so, her desperation increased, as did the other girls, and they started to fidget harder. Even Fluttershy was having a hard time concealing her desperation. After about ten minutes, Rainbow Dash said "I'll get out and push." "Me too," said Applejack. "Are you sure?" said Twilight. "It might get very messy." "We'll all be worse than messy if we don't get movin' soon," said Applejack. "If you don't mind cleanin' mud off the seats." "That won't be a problem." "Please tell me you brought your geodes," said Rarity, fidgeting more. "No, we left them at home," said Rainbow Dash, wishing with all her might that she hadn't. Rainbow Dash and Applejack opened their doors and walked behind the car. Standing up their need to pee felt greater than ever. They put their hands on the back of the van and pushed. At the same time, Twilight stepped on the gas pedal. The wheels splashed mud all over Rainbow Dash and Applejack, but they didn't flinch and kept pushing. "Oh, I hope this works," said Rarity. "I'd hate to be in their position." "You know they don't mind getting dirty," said Sunset. Rainbow and Applejack pushed harder. A combination of this and the wetness of the mud that now covered them from head to toe made them leak for several seconds. At first they were mortified, but then they realized that in their current state, this would go unnoticed. They were already wet and dirty, after all. And, as soon as Twilight hit the gas again, Rainbow Dash and Applejack let go and started to pee in their muddy shorts. The mud splattered on their legs faster than the pee could rinse it off, despite how strong their streams were. They both let out sighs of relief, almost enjoying the warm wetness in the middle of the mud. They looked at each other, blushing at first out of embarrassment at essentially revealing to each other that they were wetting themselves. But, realizing that they were both doing the same thing, they chuckled, feeling both amused and relieved. Several minutes went by, and Twilight kept hitting the gas pedal as hard as she could, while Rainbow Dash and Applejack pushed as hard as they could, but all it achieved was splashing more mud on the two athletes. And although they had gotten their relief and avoided humiliation, the other five girls still needed to pee really badly. Pinkie Pie's bladder was overflowing to bursting point and she was squirming the hardest in her seat, a pained look on her face. Twilight was frantically slamming the gas pedal, Sunset and Rarity were fidgeting harder with their legs crossed, and Fluttershy was still fidgeting slightly, pressing her legs together while still not crossing them. "Hurry up!" cried Pinkie. "I'm about to burst!" Rainbow Dash and Applejack had been pushing for half an hour before Pinkie let out a moan and stopped fidgeting. Twilight, Sunset, Rarity, and Fluttershy could hear the unmistakable sound of a powerful stream against denim, and the distinctive scent of urine entered their nostrils. Pinkie had her eyes closed tight as her shorts grew wetter and wetter. As soon as she realized she couldn't stop peeing, she stopped trying to hold it in. She opened her eyes with her eyelids half down and let out a deep, involuntary sigh of relief. It felt so nice after holding it in for so long, that at this moment she didn't even care that she was wetting her shorts in front of her friends. "Oh no, Pinkie..." said Fluttershy. She felt really bad for her, suffering such a humiliating accident. Rarity felt just as bad for her, but her attention was diverted when she leaked a little in her underwear. She was sure the sound of Pinkie peeing had done this. She unbuckled her seat belt, deciding she was desperate enough to take desperate measures. "I'm going to get out and push." "Are you serious?" said Twilight. "Look at how dirty Rainbow Dash and Applejack are." "I'd rather get dirty than wet myself." "Well, any help would be appreciated! Thank you, Rarity." Rarity stepped outside, cringing as her shoes squelched in the mud. At first she wondered whether it was worth it, but a four-second leak that soaked her panties made her decision. There was no way she was going to make it, and if she was going to wet herself, she'd prefer for it to be unnoticed, and the mud would hide it perfectly and spare her humiliation. Plus, if she really did make a difference and get the van to move, then Twilight, Sunset, and Fluttershy could possibly make it. She walked behind the van, between Rainbow Dash and Applejack, who stifled chuckles, as they were sure they knew exactly what Rarity was up to. As Rarity started pushing on the van alongside Rainbow Dash and Applejack, Twilight slammed on the gas, and Rarity let out a little squeal as the mud splashed her, dirtying her entire dress in a matter of seconds. Once she got over the disgust of being covered in mud, she hesitated, finding it difficult to voluntarily urinate on herself. But, the effort of pushing the van caused her to leak, which was the last push she needed. Before this leak could stop, Rarity started to pee harder. Soon she was peeing full force. She blushed a little, looking down at her legs, but the splashing mud prevented her pee from being seen. She felt relieved, although she also felt dirty for reasons that had nothing to do with mud. Then, Twilight took her foot off the gas. Rarity's pee started to wash the mud off her legs. She was sure Rainbow Dash and Applejack would see what she was doing. So she did the only thing she could. She deliberately slipped in the mud and fell. She landed face-first in the muck, and continued to pee in this position. She could hear the sound of it, but Rainbow Dash and Applejack didn't seem to notice. They were chuckling a bit, but likely just because she fell. It occurred to Rarity that they probably went down the same path as her, which made her feel a little less dirty about what she did. Then Twilight hit the gas again, and more waves of mud splashed over Rarity as she lay facedown, peeing in her dress. Meanwhile, Pinkie peed for over three minutes. "Ahhhhhhh, that's better," she sighed once she finished. Her shorts were drenched and reeked of piss, and the seat around her was soaked. She blushed lightly and giggled nervously, the embarrassment of her accident sinking in, but no one was making fun of her. She'd probably laugh about this in the future. As soon as Rarity finished wetting herself, she got back up and continued to push. For twenty minutes, Twilight hit the gas pedal as far as it would go while fidgeting and holding herself, and Rainbow Dash, Applejack, and Rarity pushed as hard as they could, while Pinkie sat in her wet shorts, Sunset continued to squirm, and Fluttershy was now starting to cross her legs and fidget a little harder. Then, the engine stopped. "Oh no, no, no!" said Twilight. "What?" said Sunset, very concerned. "I just ran out of gas." The other girls moaned. Rainbow Dash and Applejack walked up to the window, having deduced what happened. "We'll run home and get our geodes," said Rainbow Dash. "We'll be as fast as we can! I hope you all make it." But it'd be pretty funny if they didn't. "Thank you," said Twilight, who was in desperate need of a bathroom. Rainbow Dash and Applejack ran down the dirt road, mud splashing with every step they took. Rarity walked up to Twilight's window. "You're absolutely sure it's all right if I get this filth on your seat?" "Mud is even easier to clean than pee stains," said Twilight. "Climb in while we wait for Applejack and Rainbow Dash to return." Rarity wiped as much mud off herself as she could, though her outfit was still saturated in mud, and she climbed into the seat beside Fluttershy. "Are you all right, Pinkie Pie?" said Rarity. "I'm wet and a teeny tiny bit embarrassed, but other than that, I'm doing pretty good." Pinkie giggled, a little uncomfortable from sitting in her pee for 20 minutes, but she was mostly over the humiliation now. "How are you doing, Rarity?" "Just fine, considering how dirty I am." "I know what you did." Rarity blushed beet red. "How did you know?" "You're not fidgeting anymore like Twilight, Sunset, and Fluttershy are! Don't worry, I promise I'll never tell." "You just told them." "Do you really think they haven't noticed?" "Of course we did, but we were going to be quiet about it to spare her the humiliation," said Sunset. "And at least you were already wet," said Pinkie. "Besides, I'm pretty sure Applejack and Rainbow Dash didn't hold it all that time either." Rarity at least felt better knowing her friends weren't making fun of her for it. "It's just so unladylike to pee in my dress..." "When you were already covered in mud," Twilight reminded her. "I almost want to do it myself, but I'll try to hold it until Applejack and Rainbow Dash get back." "Me too," said Sunset, not wanting to roll around in the mud knowing that the other girls would know why. Fluttershy was going to stay in the van too. Even if four of the girls had already wet themselves, three of them while covered in mud, Fluttershy was too shy to do it even if she could roll around in the mud to make sure it wouldn't show. She knew none of her friends would think less of her for it, but it would still be extremely embarrassing. She considered going outside, but there were no trees or bushes to hide behind, and she was less willing to pull her panties down with a risk of being seen than to wet herself. She moaned as she crossed her legs and fidgeted. Ten minutes went by. Twenty minutes. Twilight, Sunset, and Fluttershy's desperation increased with each one, and they fidgeted harder, waiting for Rainbow Dash and Applejack to return. Twilight was used to holding it in for extended periods of time while studying or making inventions. She'd always visit the bathroom when she really needed to, although she had leaked on a few occasions. Sunset had a strong bladder, because ponies had stronger bladders than the average human, and she was sure her transformation into a human did not change that. But while both of them needed to pee really badly and were not sure they were going to make it, Fluttershy was having a harder time holding it in than either of them. While she had never wet herself in front of anyone else before, she knew she was close to bursting point. Despite having the least to drink, she had only outlasted four of her friends because Pinkie had drank much more than her, and Rainbow Dash, Applejack, and Rarity had pushed on the van and - she was sure - had deliberately wet themselves while covered in mud so no one would notice. "Fluttershy, darling, are you all right?" said Rarity, who was concerned about Fluttershy's predicament. "I... I don't think I can hold it," whimpered Fluttershy. "Just try your best. They'll be back soon, and if you don't make it, no one can blame you. I would have lost it if I'd listened to Pinkie wetting herself any longer." Fluttershy let out a squeak. "Are you all right?" "No..." She had just leaked into her underwear. "Hold on, Fluttershy." Fluttershy had her hand between her legs, leaking every few seconds, her heart pounding with fear at having an accident. Soon came a five-second leak, and then a seven-second leak, soaking her panties further and dampening her skirt. And then, finally, her bladder gave out. She started peeing a steady stream into her dress, soaking its crotch and butt, and the seat under her. She knew how wet her panties must be by now. She desperately tried to stop her stream, whimpering, but it kept flowing out of her, making a hissing sound a bit quieter than Pinkie. Twilight and Sunset felt bad for Fluttershy, and the sound of her peeing made it harder for them to hold it in. Rarity stared as Fluttershy wet herself beside her. Fluttershy put her head in her hands and started sobbing. "There, there, Fluttershy," said Rarity, putting her hand on her back. She regretted this at first because her hand still had mud on it and was getting a bit of it on Fluttershy, but Fluttershy was more concerned about her accident. "You did your best, and it would have happened to just about anyone in this situation." "Yeah, I think I'm gonna do the same thing really soon," said Twilight, crossing her legs now that she no longer had to keep her foot on the pedals. "And we'll have a nice long get-together at the spa tomorrow," said Rarity. Fluttershy stopped sobbing, feeling a little better at Rarity's words. She accepted that she was peeing herself, and relaxed, letting her stream soak her dress and seat while flooding her panties. At this time Pinkie needed to pee again too. At first she held it, but hearing Fluttershy pee made her leak. She remembered her shorts were already wet, so surely wetting them again couldn't hurt. No one noticed her re-wet herself, since Rarity's attention was on Fluttershy, and Twilight and Sunset were trying to hold it in. About fifteen minutes after Fluttershy finished wetting herself - and she had to admit to herself she did like the relief - Rainbow Dash suddenly ran up to the van with her super speed, carrying Applejack with her. "We're here!" said Rainbow Dash. "I hope you didn't wet yourselves already." "Sunset and I are about to," said Twilight. "Hold on," said Applejack. "This is gonna get bumpy." Applejack picked up the van with both hands. "Can you use your speed to pull us?" said Sunset, crossing her legs and fidgeting hard. "Sure thing," said Rainbow Dash. Applejack sat down in the mud while still holding the van above her head. Rainbow Dash tied a rope around Applejack's waist, and tied the other end around her own. "But remember to come to a gradual stop at the end of the mud," said Twilight. "If we come to a sudden stop, we could go flying out of Applejack's hands." She felt another jolt in her throbbing bladder and moaned. "And even if we don't, the shock could make us wet ourselves," said Sunset. "All right," said Rainbow Dash. "Hold on!" She started to run with the geode's power. Applejack slid along the slick mud and kept a hold of the van above her head. Twilight and Sunset tried their hardest to hold it, but the fast ride was making it a little difficult. Still, they knew they'd arrive at a bathroom sooner than if Applejack carried them on foot. Fluttershy was sure she might have lost it here if she hadn't already. She felt how wet her skirt was, but was feeling much less embarrassed after Rarity's words of comfort. "Whee!" said Pinkie Pie, enjoying the ride. It only lasted a few seconds before Rainbow Dash slowed to a stop at the end of the dirt road. Applejack kept a hold of the van the entire time. Rainbow Dash helped her to her feet, as she would have had a harder time standing up without putting her hands on the ground, and they ran through the city towards the nearest gas station, Applejack still carrying the van. This part of the trip took several minutes, during which both Twilight and Sunset leaked a little. They knew it would be very close, they'd either just make it or be a little too late. They hoped it was the former. At long last, they reached a gas station, and Applejack set the van down in front of a pump. "I'll refuel," said Pinkie, who had her credit card with her. She stepped outside. There weren't any other cars here today so no one could see Pinkie's state, and even so she didn't care much at this point. Twilight and Sunset ran outside and into the convenience store to get to the bathroom as fast as they could. They knew this gas station. Its bathroom had multiple stalls. They were grateful for this, as a single stall bathroom would mean one of them would have to wet herself, and whoever didn't would feel bad about it. In the time it took them to decide, they might both have an accident. Dribbling a bit, they entered the bathroom, and to their delight the stalls were all empty. Twilight and Sunset each ran into a stall and locked it behind them. Twilight leaked a little more, dampening her shorts. She pulled them down just before a longer leak that soaked her white panties. But she managed to pull these down, sit on the toilet, and let go, experiencing immense relief. Sure, her shorts were a little wet, but she had avoided a full-blown accident. Sunset, however, was not as fortunate. She tried to undo the zipper on her jeans, but to her dismay, it was stuck. She couldn't believe it. She was this close to finding relief, but her zipper was stuck. As she frantically pulled, she leaked more into her black panties, and the crotch of her jeans grew damper with each leak. "Come on, come on, come on!" Sunset pulled on her zipper as hard as she could, but it wouldn't budge. Twilight could hear Sunset and felt concerned for her. After desperately pulling on her zipper for about a minute, Sunset couldn't hold it anymore. Her jeans went from damp to soaking wet and a loud hissing could be heard. Sunset quickly sat on the toilet; she knew it was too late for her pants, but she could at least avoid making a puddle on the floor. She sighed in a mixture of disappointment and relief as she peed through her jeans into the toilet. Twilight heard Sunset's pee splashing into the toilet beside her and initially thought Sunset made it, until she realized the sound of pee soaking denim could be heard, and cringed. Sunset had to admit, she liked the warm wetness a little, or would have if the situation hadn't been so embarrassing. She felt so foolish using her pants as a toilet, sitting on a real toilet with her pants up and peeing as if they were down. But she couldn't deny how the relief felt after holding it for as long as she did. She closed her eyes to take in the full feeling of relief as her pee continued to soak her crotch and butt, passing through her jeans and into the toilet. There wasn't a single dry spot on her panties. Twilight finished peeing a minute before Sunset did. She pulled her wet panties and her shorts back up and felt them. Her shorts were definitely damp and smelled a little, but she knew it could have been much worse, and likely was for Sunset. She walked out of her stall and stood by the door of Sunset's stall, waiting for her to finish. When Sunset was done wetting her pants, she stood up, flushed the toilet, and opened the door of her stall. She blushed as she saw Twilight standing before her, knowing Twilight could see the wet spot on her jeans. "Did you have better luck than me?" "A bit." Twilight blushed lightly, and Sunset saw the damp spot on Twilight's shorts. But Twilight didn't feel too embarrassed, since Sunset was wetter than her. Twilight and Sunset walked back to the van, fortunately keeping out of sight. They got back into their seats. By now Applejack and Rainbow Dash were sitting on either side of Pinkie Pie in the back seat, Rainbow Dash holding in her chuckles at the state Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy were in and how long they had to sit in their pee. "Did you make it?" said Fluttershy. "No," said Sunset, blushing lightly. "My zipper got stuck and I couldn't get my pants off." "Oh my," said Rarity while Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie stifled chuckles. "Well, you feel better as soon as you can, and I'll make a new pair of jeans for you with zippers that will move much smoother." Sunset was grateful for this. "Thank you, Rarity." "What about you, Twilight?" "Mostly," said Twilight. "I got my shorts down, but they got a little damp, and my underwear was soaked." "Well, at least you're drier than the rest of us," said Applejack. The girls all laughed in spite of themselves, now finding the entire incident to be funny, and Twilight began driving them back to their houses to wash off. Rarity especially was looking forward to this, as she was covered in mud and smelled of urine. "Applejack, can you come in with me and pull my zipper down?" said Sunset. "Sure," said Applejack.
  17. Anubis

    Flowing Creek

    I haven't ever tried writing an interactive story before, but it looks like it could be fun. A lot of good ones have been posted, so I'm going to give it a shot. It's been a while since I have written anything and I don't have a good track record when it comes to finishing stories, but we'll see how this goes. This story is based on a personal fantasy of mine, but I won't say much more about it because more information will be available later on. Anyway, here we go. *** Flowing Creek You wake up in what looks like some sort of a cheap motel room, to the sound of birds chirping outside. You are facing towards the outer wall, so you can see sunlight coming in around the edges of the curtain over the window. You feel the need to relieve your bladder, but it is still bearable for the time being. For a moment, you allow your eyes to wander around the room before lifting your head off the pillow and sitting up. You look down and realize that you are still wearing your t-shirt, jeans, and socks. The lower half of your body is still covered by the blankets, but you can tell what you’re wearing beneath it, from the feeling of the material on your skin. You are unsure of how long you were asleep, but what you are sure of, is that you have never seen this room before. You take a good look at your surroundings. The walls of the motel room are a milky white and the curtain over the window has a grey and black checkerboard pattern on it. About a meter away from the foot of the bed, directly in front of you, there is a stained, oak dresser that is about two meters wide, and there are only two doors in the room. One of them leads to the outside, but the other one, about two meters to the right of the dresser, leads to what could either be a closet or a bathroom. You get an uneasy feeling about the situation. Where am I? You wonder. Since you are all alone, you try to rack your brain, hoping to remember where you are and how you got there. The only thing you can remember, is going on a mid-summer road trip, with a friend that you’ve known for years. The two of you grew up in Ontario, Canada and went to the same college. You recall traveling through a heavily forested area in Manitoba when you were both caught in a sudden, intense rainstorm. The only other thing you remember is seeing a blinding flash of lightning, but everything after that is a total blank. Right beside you to your left, there is a small bedside table. Sitting on top of it, you find a clipboard with a single sheet of paper on it. Taking hold of it, you notice that the paper contains very personal information about you. There is an ID photo of you in the upper, right-hand corner. In the upper, left-hand corner, there is a line that says that your identification number is FC-05202018. Beneath the photo and your assigned number is everything else about you. What does the sheet say? This will be used for character creation. Include as much information as you like and I’ll fill in anything that gets left out. If any artists would like to create the character’s ID photo, then feel free to do so. This will give me an idea of their appearance, without you having to put all of the info in. General Info Name: Gender: Height: Hair style/color: Eye color: Body type: Age: Personal Info Personality: Interests/Hobbies: Fetishes/Kinks: Sexual Orientation: Breast size (if applicable): Butt size: Bladder size: Holding Ability: Extra Things Underwear appearance: Notable features of outer clothing (If applicable): *** There will be more coming after creating a character. After 48 hours, if there is only one suggestion, that will be your character. If there are more, then the one I like the most will be your character while the second best may be used as the identity for your character's traveling companion on the road trip. This time frame can be extended upon request for any ID photos. Constructive criticism is welcome, if you have any. My goal will be to post a new part to this at least once a week, with 48 hours between each post available for making decisions for where the story will take us, so hopefully we'll have some fun on this adventure.
  18. YellowZoneMX

    Shari omorashi.png

    From the album: My Art

  19. YellowZoneMX

    Raven

    From the album: My Art

    Was working on some Teen Titans art for my SFW blog but couldn't resist
  20. MrJoseRocha

    Penelope First Wetting 2018

    From the album: JinkToons

    This is Penelope she my Omorashi OC
  21. MrJoseRocha

    Lisa's Saxophone Accident 2018

    From the album: My Pictures

    Here Lisa at a concert playing on her saxophone. But she should of went to the bathroom first.

    © 20th century fox

  22. Just some thread to post some of my drawings. I've never drawn omo before, so hopefully I can get better with time. It would be cool if you guys could send some sugestions on what to draw next ! 😄😄😄 Sorry for the bad quality!
  23. liesjeversteven

    [Female] DLFF278

    DLFF278 View File The files of DLFF278 asked for in a thread. Too large to upload there. Love Liesje Submitter liesjeversteven Submitted 10/14/2018 Category Almost made it Clothing  
  24. liesjeversteven

    DLFF278

    Version 1.0.0

    899 downloads

    The files of DLFF278 asked for in a thread. Too large to upload there. Love Liesje

    Free

  25. Waha reliefs herself on the nature, no problem for someone who lives in the jungle... I'll try to update this soon.