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  1. It's that time once again, ladies and gentlemen! If you've been wanting to see me write your story ideas, now is your chance. This time, I've added the option for live writing sessions where you and other viewers can watch me write and offer live feedback, at no extra cost. I'm also only going to work on one commission at a time to start, though I may open up a second slot down the line. All my guidelines can be found in the link below, so as not to stretch out the page like last time. Please note that these guidelines are subject to change. https://docs.google.com/document/d/1gbnZiUoAyM_zZyQjPIZVohki9wrZpujvEhivfpz68ks/edit You can either contact me through this thread or through DM's. Let the commission fun begin!
  2. BurstingStory

    An Empress' Experience

    (After a little bit of thought, I decided to go ahead and begin writing the idea I had for a Dishonored fanfiction. If there is enough interest, I'll continue writing it.) Standing in her chambers, the former Empress of the Isles, Emily Kaldwin stood around, trying to comprehend what had just happened. Just that same day, she was the proud empress of a powerful kingdom with her Royal Protector and her father, Corvo Attano by her side. However, the day later took a drastic turn for the worst. Her supposed long lost sister Delilah had showed up, along with one of her allies to claim what she felt what was rightfully hers. Despite her best efforts, Delilah managed to trap Corvo in stone, leaving Emily all alone and without any allies. She would have to use her wits and abilities in order to escape from her former home, Dunwall Tower. Emily took a deep breath and collected herself. She quickly made a mental note of things she would have to do. She would have to find a way out of the tower, leave the city, and find a bathroom along the way. Preparing for the day's events, Emily made sure to keep herself hydrated. It would be a long day, and she knew she would have to keep her energy up to last the day's events. She had consumed plenty of water throughout the morning, planning to have a relaxing afternoon afterwards. With everything that was going on, and her necessary escape from the tower, her day would be far from relaxing. Now, Emily was feeling the effects of her water intake. She knew that there was likely no opportunity of using a restroom in a hostile environment, with guards patrolling the premises, with orders to attack her on sight. There were plenty of facilities, but Emily knew that any bathroom in Dunwall Tower was virtually a death sentence due to the loud noise the toilet would create and draw everyone to her position. At the same time, Emily knew she had to escape the tower immediately and she couldn't do that by standing in the chambers all day. She looked at the open window and took a long deep breath. She had to escape, and now was the time to do it. Emily climbed out onto the balcony and looked down. It was a far way down, with no chance of surviving if she fell. She calmly walked on the narrow balcony, careful not to make any sudden movements. With every step, she could feel her bladder twinge slightly, under the tight uniform that she wore. It was becoming quite a distraction, taking away from her mission to escape. However, Emily pushed on and made her way to an empty window. Quickly hopping inside, she noticed the dead guards that were loyal to her, but were slain. However, she noticed one guard still alive and she made her way over to her. "Lady Emily, you're alright, I was worried..." The guard muttered out, clearly wounded pretty badly. "Where's the Royal Protector?" She followed up with, as Emily came closer over towards her. "There's a coup underway, my father is...he's imprisoned for lack of a better word." Emily responded with, looking down at the guard, frowning slightly. "You've got to get out of the Tower, through your safe room. There was a captain, earlier today, down at the docks, looking for the Royal Protector. Find her, get out of Dunwall." The guard spoke calmly, before handing Emily her personal sword, which she held in her hands. She slowly stood up and collected herself. If what the guard said was true, she could have a potential escape down at the docks, which would help her escape the hostile territory that had become of the surroundings. Emily was determined to reach the docks...and to try and not wet herself in the process.
  3. Hello everyone, I've once again reached that point in my fanfiction career where I have tons of ideas to write, but no clue which one to do first. For this year's story selections, I've decided to mix some of my own original ideas with that of stories based on artwork and other people's suggestions to bring more of the OmoOrg community into the mix. If you participated in last year's vote, it's much the same here: The two stories with the most votes will be my next projects. The others maybe-possibly-but-not-likely will be written at some point. This time, however, I'm allowing multiple-choice voting. I only ask that you do not vote for more than three stories maximum in order to prevent your vote from being too diluted. The poll will be closed either in about five days from now, or if this thread goes straight into the abyss of the forum pages, whichever comes first. I'll leave you all to it, now. Make your horny little voices heard!
  4. SaQra

    On The Air:

    W.I.P 'cos an idiot that is myself just accidentally slammed the post button immediately after creating a topic. Whoops
  5. A short Deadpool fanfic. Features the voices in Wade's head, swearing, violence and mild pre-Spideypool flirting. ————— Wade squats at the edge of the roof, surveying the street below. He needs to piss. For a moment he considers standing up and peeing off the roof, seeing if he can hit any of the poor fucks below. He plays with the thought, turning it over in his head. Spidey wouldn’t like it. And it’s not a very hero thing to do, neither. ‘I fucking know that, shut up,’ he says out loud. The boxes are right, of course. If he’s really gonna try to do the hero thing, peeing on innocent passers by isn’t exactly a great move, hilarious though it would no doubt be. There’s a little less room for mayhem when you’re a hero than when you’re just a merc. He really shouldn’t have had all that Mountain Dew. He stands up, anyway, because squatting with a full bladder is like begging to piss yourself. If he can’t piss over the edge of the roof, maybe he can parkour his way to somewhere he can. Only, he realises, he kind of likes this feeling. Really? This is something we’re into now? ‘Maaaaaybe?’ Wade scratches his neck. ‘Never thought about it before.’ We’ve been into way weirder things, his brain points out. Kind of stuff we do for sh*ts and giggles . . . Hell, this isn’t even a kink by comparison. Ooh, we could experiment! See how long we can hold it! Wade considers this for a moment. ‘I guess what with the healing factor there’s no chance of doing any real damage to my bladder . . . Not that that would stop me. I draw the line at wetting myself, though. This suit’s a bitch to clean.’ Which is really dumb when you think about it, considering how much blood you get on it on a daily basis. Wade is still arguing with himself when someone lands on the roof behind him. He notices at once, but it takes him a while to pay the figure any mind. It’s only when Spider-Man clears his throat that he turns around. ‘I don’t mean to interrupt what’s no doubt a fascinating monologue—’ ‘Dialogue,’ Wade corrects him. ‘Trialogue? Di is for two, but there’s at least three. Sometimes six. Multilogue!’ ‘Whatever.’ Wade is pretty sure that Spider-Man is rolling his eyes behind the mask. ‘I was under the impression that we were hitting that trafficking ring tonight. Only I’ve been waiting for you for about an hour.’ Oh yeah, that’s what we’re supposed to be doing tonight! ‘Oh shit, yeah! My bad, Spidey. Got distracted.’ Thinking about piss. ‘Thinking about—no, shut up. Thinking about you, gorgeous!’ Wade bows with a flourish. Spider-Man’s arms are crossed in the body language of someone who’s entirely unimpressed. ‘Uh-huh. So, you coming?’ ‘For you, baby? Always!’ Spidey doesn’t dignify the double entendre with any kind of response. Instead he turns away and stalks across the roof. Wade follows. A thought strikes him just as they reach the other end of the building. ‘Hey, Spidey,’ he says suddenly. ‘You into watersports?’ Spider-Man halts and turns his head slightly. Wade decides that masks on other people suck. He’d like to be able to read Spider-Man’s expression right now. ‘You mean,’ says Spider-Man slowly, ‘like, surfing?’ Oh-em-gee, isn’t he just precious? Aww, who’s an adorably naïve Spider-Boy! Too cute. Too. Fucking. Cute. I may barf. You know, mentally. Wade swats the boxes away, also mentally. Not that they aren’t right. They are so right. ‘Yeah, something like that. Totally what I meant. So, we hitting that trafficking ring or what?’ And with that he jumps off the roof, forgetting that he’s six storeys up and that landing on concrete really fucking hurts, healing factor or no. ————— Fighting on a full bladder, it turns out, is hard. It’s also kind of a turn-on. Especially when Spider-Man’s leaping around with his hot moves, showing off that pert ass of his. The traffickers put up a decent fight, but nothing the two of them can’t handle, once they’ve released their victims into the night. And Wade tries not to kill anyone, he really does, but it just so happens that blades are meant for stabbing, and his hand-to-hand isn’t as great as Spider-Man’s. Besides, one of them is aiming his gun at the back of Spider-Man’s head while the arachnid’s busy with three others, and Wade doesn’t really have time to think, so he runs the fucker through. He doesn’t feel especially bad about it. By the time the fight is over, Wade really, really needs to piss. All that moving around has shaken his bladder and it’s making it harder to hold it in. Spider-Man makes a disapproving sound once he’s finished webbing the knocked out traffickers together, looking down at the dead guy. ‘What?’ says Wade defensively. ‘He was gonna shoot you! I just saved your life, baby boy.’ He pauses. ‘Do I get a kiss as a reward?’ ‘You really, really don’t,’ says Spider-Man dismissively. ‘Couldn’t you have, like, non-mortally wounded him or something?’ Wade throws up his hands in exasperation. ’Everyone's a critic! I don’t know what kind of bullets you’re used to, sweetcheeks, but the ones I tend to deal with move really, really fast. So, no. I just reacted. You’re welcome.’ He doesn’t look happy, does he? You’d think he’d be a little more grateful to us for saving his life. Spider-Man sighs, his crossed arms dropping to his sides. ‘Yeah. I’m sorry. Thanks, Deadpool.’ Wade blinks, not sure if he actually heard what he thought he heard. ‘Am I hallucinating?’ Did he just apologise? Did he just thank us? ‘You’d better get out of here,’ Spider-Man continues. ‘The cops will be here to arrest this lot soon.’ Wade cocks his head to one side. ‘Aren’t you coming?’ ‘Someone’s gotta explain this to them.’ Spider-Man nudges the dead guy gingerly with his toe. ‘I could get rid of the body,’ says Wade without missing a beat. ‘Yeah. No.’ A moment passes. ‘So, you going or what?’ Wade crosses his legs. His bladder feels full to bursting point now. Their conversation was a decent distraction, but now it’s getting almost impossible to ignore. ‘Yeah,’ he says slowly and swallows hard. ‘It’s just . . . kinda hard to move.’ Think of a babbling brook! Or a waterfall! Crashing waves, maybe. Or, you know, just think about piss. ‘Dudes! Not helping!’ Wade growls under his breath. Spider-Man crosses his arms again. ‘Why?’ His tone is skeptical. ‘You injured?’ Wade laughs in spite of himself. ‘No, no. I’m good. Just . . . Kinda really need a piss.’ Spider-Man sighs and rubs his forehead with his hand. ‘What are you, five?’ ‘Fine, fine.’ Wade starts shuffling towards the door of the warehouse. The going is slow, though, and after a few steps he whimpers pitifully and grabs his crotch. That’s right, show Spider-Man how you can’t even hold your bladder. ‘Shut up!’ Wade manages to croak. ‘I didn’t say anything,’ says Spider-Man. He sighs again and steps around Wade to look at him. The faint sound of police sirens reaches Wade’s ears, which means Spider-Man has been hearing it for a good while already. ‘All right. Go hide behind those crates.’ Spider-Man points to the back of the warehouse. Wade turns around and shuffles the other way. He reaches the crates just as the police cars come to a screeching halt outside, and squats down behind them as quickly as he can manage. Bad move, bro. ‘Motherf-aaaahh . . .’ Wade hisses as his bladder begins to void without warning. Peeing has never felt so good. Urine trickles out into his suit, warm and wet. He sits back against the wall, trying not to moan. There’s no point trying to stop it now, he reasons. Thought we weren’t gonna wet the suit. We weren’t, but we did anyway. It’s gonna be hell to clean. ‘I don’t care,’ Wade whispers, closing his eyes in bliss. So, we are into wetting ourselves, then. Good to know. Another kink to add to the list. Beyond the crates, he hears voices. Spider-Man is talking to the cops, but Wade can’t focus on what he’s saying. A minute later he’s still wetting. The piss is leaking out of his suit, forming a puddle around him. When it finally stops, he looks around and it occurs to him to wonder what’s in the crates. The cops are talking loudly enough that he risks pulling one of his katanas and uses it to pry the nearest crate open. It’s like Christmas has come early. The crate is full of weapons. Lovely, shiny handguns, and big, heavy assault rifles. He picks up one of the handguns, trying its weight in his gloved hand. It’s got good heft to it. A new kink, fighting baddies with Spider-Man, and now a brand new handgun? Today couldn’t get better if it tried. Wade pries open another crate, predictably enough containing ammo clips, loads the gun and sticks it down the back of his sopping wet pants. Then, forgetting all about hiding, he stands up and calls, ‘Hey, Spidey! And cops! These guys weren’t just smuggling people, they were smuggling weapons too! You might wanna step carefully back here, though. I just took a piss on the floor.’ Everyone stares at him for a moment. Then five guns are drawn on him, and he puts up his hands. ‘Aw, come on! Help me out here, Spidey?’ Spider-Man just slaps his palm to his forehead and shakes his head exasperatedly. Right about now’s probably a good time to get out of here. There’s a window on the wall above the crates. ‘Okay. I’ll just be leaving now.’ All the guns go off as Wade leaps onto one of the crates, swings up onto another, grabs onto the window sill and hoists himself outside. One of the bullets nicked his shoulder, but it’ll heal. Deadpool vanishes into the night, leaving only the occasional drop of urine behind.
  6. Hey all! Before I start; a few things: - I'm writing this on my laptop, and for some reason, whenever I press something like ' or ", it instantly types it, so I can't really write things like "Pokemon" correctly - I'm not English, so there may be some spelling mistakes - I don't really have a schedule for when I write, so check back often ;) Now, without further ado: ------------------------------------------------------- She opened her eyes, but quickly closed them to block out the harsh sunlight comming from the window. Eyes still closed, she yawned. "You up?" She heard from downstairs. "Comming!" She yelled, her voice raspy and dry. She opened her eyes and sat up, brushing her halflong hair out of her face and wrapping her blanket around her shoulders. She looked around the room. Everything was bathing in the warm morning light, almost making it look like a painting. She pushed her bright pink blanket away from her and got up. "Good morning sleepyhead" her mom smiled from the kitchen. "Mornin'" She replied "What's for breakfast?". "I'm making some eggs, here, have a taste". "Oh, by the way..." Chloe looked up, her mouth stuffed with egg "your dad asked you to come by later today". Chloe swallowed her egg and took a breath before replying "Oh? Something the matter?". "I don't know, he was running late, so you'll have to ask him. You should probably leave as soon as possible". Chloe knew her mom was right, her dad was a busy man and if he asked her to come to his work, it was probably something important. "And, of course..." her mom looked slyly at her "Happy Birthday hunny". Her mom got a package from underneath the table, wrapped in bright yellow paper with different kinds of berrys on it. "Oh my gosh mom thanks!" Chloe eagerly took the package and opened it. Inside, there was a pretty, black bracelet with small pink stones on the side. "I love it!" Chloe yelped as she put it on, "Thank you!" she said as she hugged her mom. The lab was always quite imposing, being the biggest building in the town, with a big poke-ball logo on the front and fancy glass doors. Chloe swallowed and walked inside. The blonde behind the counter looked up and smiled. "Ah, Chloe, your dad is expecting you" she said, and Chloe smiled at her as she walked past and went up the stairs. Once at the third floor, she walked through the hallway, counting the doornumbers, "34...35...36...Ah!". She opened the door and walked into the office, if it could be called that. It had the desk and the bookcases, but lining the wall were pipes and machinery, and a glass wall with a door leading to a blue-ish room where even bigger machines were puffing away. "Ah, Chloe! Good that you could see me on such a short notice. First off all; happy birthday darling, did your mom give you your present?" "Yes!" Chloe proudly stuck out her arm, showing off her bracelet. "Haha, glad you like it. Now, you're probably wondering why I called you over here" he asked "Well, my Staraptor got blindsided by an Archeops, and he's down for the count, so I need you to get me some stuff from the next town over.". Chloe's eyes widened, she barely ever left the town, so this was a great opportunity. "I'll let you choose one of the Pokemon working here to assist you on your journey". Chloe heard a lot of rumbling behind her, and as she turned around, she saw a bunch of Pokemon behind her. There were Kling, Klang and Klingklang, a Magnezone, a Clefairy, and more, just out of her sight. "Hmmmmm" she said, looking around, when she saw something yellow shoot away on the wall, quickly moving in here direction, dropping from the ceiling and dropping on the ground in front of her, majestically landing on it's feet. The Galvantula looked at her, head tilted like a puppy, eight glistening eyes. Chloe turned around, "I'll take Galvantula, he seems pretty excited to go outside" she said. "Great!" he replied, "And if anything happens, call mom, ok? There's a professor at the Sandcurl Pokecentre, he'll know what to do". "Ok, I shall not dissapoint you, sir!" she said, saluting with a smirk, before jumping on Galvantula's back and riding out of the office... TO BE CONTINUED
  7. Considering XenoVerse, the DBZ Movies, DBGT, & Super DB Heroes exist I think I can experiment more around that area than with the Main Continuity especially adding my own scenarios. So the question is should I or should I not do a continuation to "Dragon Ball Omorashi: The Lost Chronicles"? I ask because I haven't wrote a New Story in a long time unless I should without any answers but I actually like having discussions. I also confirm that I won't be doing a continuation to "Dragon Ball: Omorashi Chronicles" since I used the Main Continuity for it. What upcoming stories should I do? More Pan & Bulla? Towa? Zangya in Hell? Let me know what you people are thinking. NOTE: I think using the Fiction/FanFiction is best suited for this topic to be here since I am talking about FanFiction.
  8. Title: Let Go Rating: Hard-R for squick and kink? No sex in here, though. Type: Yaoi Pairings: Elricest Warnings: Omorashi (desperation/wetting), humiliation, incest. A/N: Written for a prompt at the LiveJournal FMA kink meme. ~~~;~;~;~;~;~;~;~~~ Alphonse bit down hard on his lip, trying to sneak out of bed as quietly as possible. Just inches away from him was Edward, still sleeping soundly, peacefully, not a care in the world. That is, unless Al woke him up. But poor Alphonse was trying his best to keep one hand pressed between his legs while he inched forward off the edge of the bed while not jiggling the mattress too much and not making it squeak and-- “Damnit,” he squeaked out in a tiny voice, having to pause and catch his breath, glancing over his shoulder when he heard his brother roll over. Even if Ed was asleep and couldn't see him, it was still humiliating. Al should have woken up sooner, and not just on the verge of wetting the bed. Wouldn't that have been wonderful to wake up to, wet sheets between him and his brother--his brother and his partner. His cheeks flushed darker at the thought and he pushed the imagined horrors out of his mind, finally getting to his feet and groaning as the ache in his bladder grew worse. Alphonse mentally cursed gravity; what good was it for? Keeping him on the ground, maybe. Stopping their belongings from floating off at any given moment, probably. Making the slow shuffle across his bedroom floor any easier, most definitely not. Once Al was out of the bedroom, he heaved a quiet sigh and pulled the door partway shut. Hopefully any noises wouldn't bother Edward now, he was generally a heavy sleeper. He just had to make it down the hallway and he'd be fine. The bathroom was right there. Right there. But taking that first proper step rather than continuing to shuffle and hobble like he'd been doing before was definitely a mistake. Al's muscles contracted and he squeaked, hunched over slightly in pain. “No, no!” he hissed, panting. After a few deep breaths, Al was sure that he had control of himself. A firmer press against his pajama pants reassured him that he hadn't leaked at all--thank God, he'd never forgive himself--, but the pain was still there, the urge hadn't lessened at all. So, he couldn't walk fast, he had to limp a bit. That was alright, the bathroom was still right there. It wasn't like he had miles to go, he could reach the door in just a few steps and he'd be-- Alphonse froze, feeling two arms--one felt so cold through his shirt, metallic--wrap slowly around his chest in a loose hug. “You okay, Al?” Ed mumbled, his voice soft and still holding traces of sleep. “Not like you to be up so late.” Al chewed his bottom lip and swallowed down a whine. “I-I'm fine, Brother,” he said. “Why're you up?” Edward asked. He started to nuzzle the back of Al's neck, rubbing against the soft, short hairs there. It tickled the younger blond, making a shiver run up his spine. He clenched his jaw and had to tense his body and hold his muscles tighter. When Ed felt his brother stiffen, he quirked a brow, starting to take more notice of his movements and reactions. “A-Ah...” Alphonse started, his voice suddenly dropping to a barely audible volume. The distant ticking of the clock out in the kitchen could be heard louder than Al's nervous whispering. “I-I have to... If you could let go of me...” he murmured, nodding toward the bathroom door, rather than outright saying it. Edward's eyes flickered lazily up to where Al nodded. Then he saw Al's slow fidgeting, took into account his tense muscles. And a slow, wicked grin spread over his lips. It had been ages since he'd had any real fun with his little brother. “How badly?” Edward asked in a calm voice. His hands slipped down Al's chest to rest over his stomach. He barely suppressed a shiver when he felt the edge of Alphonse's swollen bladder there, even without applying any pressure. That itself was answer enough to his question, but he wanted to hear it from his brother's lips, he needed to hear the trembling, shamed words. “B-Brother, please,” the younger said, his voice hardly a whisper. He knew that tone behind Ed's voice, he recognized it from when they were younger. Nothing good or fun had ever happened to him when Ed got like that... “Does it hurt?” Edward wasn't going to make this easy... Could he pull away, move Ed's hands and break free without losing his concentration? Or would he end up wetting himself in the process? Al breathed out a quiet noise and reached down. Gentle tugs on his brother's automail proved useless; Edward had a firm, but gentle hold around his abdomen. “It's nearly morning, Al,” Ed continued. Alphonse could hear the smirk behind his words. “And you went to bed so early last night. You must be so... close...” he whispered the last words into Al's ear, making his brother tremble and whine, nearly losing it right then and there. It would feel so amazing, the relief, but he couldn't, especially not with Edward right behind him. “E-Ed, Edward... Please, just let me... Right there,” Alphonse said, his eyes locked on the bathroom door. His voice was a little louder this time, but no less weak or strained. For a moment, it seemed as if Edward was pulling his hands away from Alphonse. But then he slid them down a bit further and pushed down on his belly, just a little. Al cried out and pressed both hands into his groin, grabbing at his cock through his pants and trying to fight back the inevitable. Tears dotted the corners of his eyes and his cheeks flushed red in humiliation, but he'd managed to avoid any damage but the smallest of leaks, just a few small droplets. “Please, don't!” he panted, pulling his legs tighter together, anything to help now. Ed's fingers rubbed slow circles over Alphonse's body, threatening to bear down and cause more pain and distress at any moment. It was bad enough to make the younger blond's bladder ache and spasm randomly, his body in fear of what it knew was coming again soon. The fact that he could see the bathroom, could see the toilet through a crack in the open door was only adding to Al's pain and desperation. It was maddening. “I wonder,” Edward whispered, “if I move your hand away, will it all just come out?” That made Al groan. He grasped himself tighter and tried to stave off another leak, but it was no use. This time, it made it through the fabric of his pajama pants, though just barely. There was the smallest of damp spots after he cut off the flow, panting and shaking from the effort, and he looked nothing short of horrified. “I bet you wouldn't even make it to the bathroom if I let go of you now,” Edward taunted, resting his chin on Al's shoulder and gazing down the hallway. His flesh hand slipped down, idly rubbing over the wet spot on Al's pants and making the poor boy clench up even more. “Look how far that is. You're barely standing under your own weight now, you'll never make it, little brother.” “N-No, I will, just let me go!” Alphonse shouted, actually trying force his way out of Ed's arms now. After one more slow, lingering press on his brother's stomach, the elder Elric dropped his arms to his sides and simply watched. Alphonse was still for a moment, then let out a soft breath of a whimper, relieved that he was free. There might have been a 'Thank you' somewhere in there, but it was hard to tell. Al was still leaking slowly, small spurts with each cautious step that he took--he'd been dripping and leaking since he'd first lost control and that wet patch had formed on his clothing--and he was getting closer and closer to... he didn't even want to think about it. Just a few more steps... He'd be alright. Even if the ache and spasms were getting worse, he'd be fine. Suddenly, Alphonse's eyes opened wide and he fell to his knees, both hands still jammed in between his legs. Hissing breaths were forced into his lungs through gritted teeth, his whole body shook visibly with the force of him holding back from letting go. Finally, a whimper slipped past his lips and the dark patch on his pajamas grew darker, slowly at first, but then quicker. Al's face was a mix of shame and relief, but mostly the latter. Nothing could taint the almost orgasmic feeling that washed over him when it finally got to be too much and his muscles gave out, letting everything just flow out. Moments later--Minutes? Seconds? He had no idea how much time had passed.--, Alphonse was left absolutely soaked and sitting atop an embarrassingly large puddle that spread out under and around him on the hardwood floor of their hallway. Edward was leaning against one of the walls, grinning and just looking down at him, clearly aroused by what he'd just seen. With a blush on his cheeks, Al glanced over his shoulder at his brother. He was going to get back at him for that; in bed. ~~~;~;~;~;~;~;~;~~~ My first and only attempt at writing omorashi outside of some RP. I wrote this back in April 2010, so it's kinda old. /o\ Hope you guys like it~ Comments are love! :D ♥
  9. In a parallel universe where crazy events occur in the Dragon Ball Timeline, our android heroine Nico is sent to the time when Frieza has called the Ginyu Force to execute Vegeta, Krillin, & Gohan except that Towa decided to manipulate Ginyu's mind to switch bodies with Frieza instead of Goku to cause a huge change in time. Nico is in a hurry to restore the Time Event but Nico is in a Desperate Situation of her own...... [Xeno] Future Trunks *on intercom*: You gotta find a way to fix this Time Event or else everything will go wrong Nico Nico: Understood but...*blushes* [Xeno] Future Trunks *on intercom*: But what? Nico: Mmm... never mind I'll be sure to accomplish my mission but if things get more messy send in Beat & the others [Xeno] Future Trunks *on intercom*: Roger that! Nico: *Holds groin & blushes* Ugh, I need to find somewhere to release my fluids called urine! *Looks at destination far away* *Far Distance* Frieza (Ginyu): Hand over the Dragon Balls Vegeta or else I, Captain Ginyu, will use Frieza's Might on you! *Far Distance* Vegeta: I can't believe this, this is a nightmare! Fine here you go! *shivers* *Far Distance* Krillin: Woah usually I say crap like that! *shivers* *Far Distance* [Kid] Gohan: Vegeta is right, this is a nightmare. Krillin let's do what this guy says! *shivers* Nico *Being Desperate*: God dang it! *looks around quickly* Ah ha! I'll go there then sneak them by surprise afterwards. (Nico fly's straight near by the destination) Nico: Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go! Nico: *spreads legs & lifts up skirt* No time to pull down my red panties, this is an emergency! [Kid] Gohan: *shivers* (Hmm? Was that a voice I heard nearby?) Recoome: Hey pipsqueak keep handing over the Dragon Balls Nico: *starts peeing through her red panties like a Water Drinking Fountain* *Her eyes go blank temporarily & is in 'aw' (makes a somewhat Orgasm Face)* Oh yes this feels wonderful! *continues peeing* Recoome: *sniffs* Hey did one of you little pipsqueaks wet yourselves *laughs* Krillin & [Kid] Gohan: None of us did you oof!!! Recoome: *sniff* well my nose doesn't lie so someone must have Nico: *continues peeing* *still making that Orgasm-like Face expression* Oh god why does me peeing like this feel so sensational! Recoome: Not sure if it's me or I heard a voice it must be coming from over there Burter: Then go check it out (Recoome walks towards Nico's position where she is making loud noises) Recoome: Huh? Who are you!? Nico: *Turns around* Uh... *stops peeing then blushes then makes an angry face* You pervert! (strikes an uppercut kick towards Recoome's Head) (Vegeta & the Earthlings and the Ginyu Force see's Nico in broad daylight) Nico: Um.... *turns on intercom* Trunks, send in Beat & the others asap! [Xeno] Future Trunks *on intercom*: Really now!? What happened!? Nico: Let's say my plan for this mission didn't go as planned [Xeno] Future Trunks: Understood, help is on the way! Beat & other Time Patrollers are now being sent to Nico's Location to complete the mission, later on the mission turned out to be a success thanks to Beat & Nico's team effort.
  10. Since I haven't seen any fortnite fanfics here yet, I decided to write one since I have been playing it non stop. If you guys have any ideas for this story on how to make it better, let me know. I'll add more characters as the story goes on. Tell me who do you guys want to see next. Characters: 1)Zoey (same name) 2)Sparkle Specialist(Sam) 3)Brite Bomber(Bea) 4)Cuddle team Leader(Cath) Introduction Squad games in near the end of the season with the next one around the corner, players are all trying to rack up kills and victory royales before the season closes. With the continuous nerf to shotguns, smgs have become a bit powerful and reliable during matches. There has also been rumors spreading around that something changed with the Shields;small, large, slurp juice and chug jugs, but it is confirmed that they still give the same amount. But it is still a mystery, what is new with the Shields. Scene 1 As the Battle bus prepares to leave spawn island, players are shooting each other, dancing and planning out thier tactics for the first part of the game. Zoey: Victory Royale number 4 here we come. So what's the plan? Bea:The bus is going from risky reels first, then tomato town, over dusty divot, factories 2.0, and finally flush factory. Let's play it safe and go to retail row once the bus is over dusty. Cath: Seriously? Retail Row? C'mon, lets go to tilted towers. Lots of noobs to send back to the lobby and a ton of loot to grab. Sam:I disagree. Remember the second game when we went tilted? You got knocked by a noob with a grey silenced smg. Your lucky Zoey was there with a SCAR. Cath:My pump was dealing only 9 damage it wasn't my fault. Plus he had full Shields. Bea:Enough! Cath it's to dangerous to go to tilted in this game. Since there is a challenge to eliminate 10 players there, I feel half the people in the game are going there, considering the fact that there are a lot of Battle pass owners here. It's decided, retail row it is. Cath:Fine. But if any of you see a SCAR it's mine. Zoey:Fine by me. I've been doing great with the FAMAS recently. Scene 2 The squad jumps out the bus once over the divot, as predicted by Bea,nearly half the players are at tilted towers right now. As the squad heads to retail, they spot another team of default skins landing with them. But being the skilled players they are, they eliminated them easily. Cath:What a bunch of noobs. They got killed by my SCAR easily. Sam:Yeah, that's because you killed them after we took most of their Shields and health away. Plus you stole that scare while I was looting. Bea:Would the both of you stop bickering. Please. Grab the weapons you need, the meds you can take and drink all the Shields you have. The next circle is near salty springs. I expect another team to come out of the divot before we get there so be ready. They all drank their small and large Shields, nothing out of the ordinary. But Zoey's shield potion looks different. It has some yellowish color mixed with blue. Zoey:Guys, does this shield look odd to you guys? Cath:Looks the same to me. Stop whining and drink up already. The storm is already on it's way. Zoey listening to what Cath said and ignoring the yellowish color, she drank her Shields as quickly as she can and followed the rest of her team. But at the bottom of the empty shield container says heavy Shields, offers more protection with side effects. As expected, two teams were fighting outside of the divot. And they took advantage and eliminated them and got their loot. Bea:Grab what you can carry, the storm is coming. Scene 3 After narrowly escaping the storm and the enemy teams, they managed to arrive at salty springs where they managed to eliminate all the players there who are weak from previous fights and those who escaped the storm. Bea: We can heal up for now. The next zone isn't that far, just south from here near fatal fields. Sam:Nice job Zoey. 6 kills already. You're getting better and better. Zoey:Thanks. I've been working on my aim for a while now all the hard work has payed off. They headed to fatal fields as the last few seconds ticked before the storm moves again. While farming for materials, Zoey started to feel something weird happening to her. Her body is telling her something is wrong but she doesn't know what. Bea:Zoey, are you good? Do you need any help or something? Zoey:No I'm fine. Just need to catch my breath. That other team got me working out. I used half of my materials in that build fight. Sam:Just be careful ok. I got a medkot and some mini Shields of you get shot or something. Cath:Heads up! Squad of 3 coming from the south. Get ready, the're a group of black knights. Be careful, these guys are good. Nearly suriving the Battle, the squad quickly heals up before the storm come near them. The final circle is located my moisty mire. Sam:2 teams left. Let's head to the zone and build a fort there. We can take them on if we got the high ground on them. Bea: then we have to move now. We can launch pad to moisty. It'll save us half the time. Plus we can see if there is another team there already. Scene 4 With being the first team to reach moisty mire, they made a fort in order to get the high ground on the opposing teams. While the squad is preparing for the remaining teams,Zoey on the other hand is distracted by the flowing water in moisty. She starts fidgeting and feeling uncomfortable in her situation. Sam:You need any help? Zoey:No I'm fine Sam. I just haven't got a kill since we left fatal fields. I almost got knocked when I charged that one knight with the shotgun. Sam:It's not your fault. You know they have been nerfing shotguns for the last couple of weeks. Just be careful okay. Bea:Here they come. A full team coming from North, a team of 3 coming from fatal fields. The team coming from fatal we're easily taken care of since most of them are noobs. The team from the north ate challenging though. A massive build fight occurred before the final circle closes. The rest of the enemy team were eliminated. It was Zoey vs a Havoc at the top of the structure. Just as she was about to finish Havoc off, she felt something in her abdomen, specifically her bladder. At that moment she froze and got knocked by havoc with a shotgun. At that moment, Zoey felt something come out if her. It was wet, and hot. More and more started to come out when havoc was hitting her with the harvesting tool. Zoey then realized that she needed to pee, and she was frozen in fear with little health remaining. Luckily Sam was able to finish Havoc of with her Heavy Shotgun. Sam:Zoey, you alright? What happened? Cath:She choked. That's what happened. Zoey:No. I felt something. Something is odd. This has never happened to me before. Cath:Admit it. You just can't handle high pressure build fights. Bea:That's enough. We can talk about this in the lobby. Zoey was trying to hide the fact the real reason she choked was because she was desperate to pee. But she was too embarrassed to talk about it, even with Sam since they were like Sisters. She then tried to think what made her feel that since it had never happened before. She the. Remembers the shield potion with the yellowish color. She realized that the shield potions can make one's bladder full. To be continued.... New chapter coming soon.
  11. Hello everyone, this is Hybrid C18 (aka Ecchi C18 who used to have a YouTube Channel). I just want to say that my YouTube Channel got wrongly terminated because I only got 1 Strike and then without a warning when I just reached 1K Subs it got taken down. I restored my channel & reuploaded my videos but not many people returned to sub (only 17 subs returned). My Video Views were drastically decreasing so I decided to delete my YouTube Channel, my Twitter Account, and clear up & leave Newgrounds. I did this because I couldn't handle alot of this Media Nonsense & I realized the only place I love the most is this site where I can fully express myself than on YouTube & Twitter. I had to SOMEWHAT censor myself considering of their Rules. I can follow some Rules that are reasonable but if there are Rules that restricts me to fully express myself I rather break those rules so considering this site has Rules that I fully agree with & has a Theme Fetish I'm into I will stay here instead. I even decided to go back to use my old Avatar & Username (the Cell-Hybrid C18 Artwork). Now on to main topic: Should I continue to write the "Dragon Ball Omorashi: The Lost Chronicles" under a new name since I finished writing the Final Chapters? I don't think I'm going to continue the "Dragon Ball: Omorashi Chronicles" series since that uses Canon Material so I'm uncertain that I even want to go back to it. Or should I move on to write a New FanFic series? Should I touch upon Naruto/Naruto: Shippuden? Panty & Stocking? Total Drama? I will like & love to do these but I want to hear other people's suggestions as long I'm familiar with it. What do you think about all this stuff I'm saying?
  12. So I just wanted to know if there are any site rules on fans of particular stories carrying them on after they're essentially "dead" and the author/s have stopped updating them? Is that against the rules or not? For example, if someone wanted to carry on "The Prodigal Princess" or "Master and Servant", is that allowed? Say for instance if for a story like that, someone titled a new chapter/part: "Master And Servant - Fan Continuation" and then wrote several of their own additional chapters. Is that okay? Yay or nay?
  13. So this is an idea I've sort of toyed around with for a while, but after some encouragement from friends, I have decided to open myself up to taking commissions. Why am I doing this? Well, it sounds like fun, for one. Getting paid to do something I enjoy is also great, although I'm not exactly hurting for cash at the moment. Mostly though, it's to see how I handle writing while being beholden to another person. Part of the reason it takes me so long to write a story is because I am not under any sort of pressure to get it out in a timely manner. As I learned in my college days, I work best when someone else is counting on me to get it done, and what better way to ensure that then to have them actually paying me to make it? I am well aware that this could crash and burn horribly, but I would rather say that I tried and failed to do something ambitious than to not bother at all. Without further ado, here's the criteria for requesting a commission from me. Note that this can be subject to change at any time. Pricing: For pre-existing characters: $5 for every 1,000 words, $2 for an extra 500 words. For original characters: $8 for every 1,000 words, $3 for an extra 500 words. I will need you to provide good details of your OC before and during the writing since I will not be to able to research these characters through normal means. No more than 5,000 words per commission, and only one commission per person at a time. I ask for the full price upfront. If I have to cancel the commission for whatever reason, I will refund your money. What I will not write about: Scat Diapers/Ageplay Adult Male omorashi/peeing Overly violent, non-consensual, or cruel scenarios (i.e. someone being tortured/abused until they wet themselves, mind control, stories intended to bash a character or make them look bad) Anything that would be obviously out-of-character (i.e. The shy girl suddenly brazenly peeing in front of others, E-rated characters dropping f-bombs, etc.) While I won’t shy away from writing sexual themes, I would still prefer for the omo/peeing to be the focus of the story. Smut that just happens to have a little peeing is not really what I’m interested in. What I specialize in and am okay with writing: Stories about women, both loli and adult Stories about young boys, no older than early teens Fighting scenes Furry/anthro characters Stories with comedy and lighthearted tones Cute, if not necessarily romantic, pairings Story Examples: Putting the P in PC Gaming (Huniepop) Ahlbi and Rayfa: Ace Holders (Ace Attorney: Spirit of Justice) Turning the Blue Ocean Yellow (Fire Emblem: Heroes) Mipha’s Disgrace (Zelda: Breath of the Wild) What’s a Bathroom, Again? (Xenoblade Chronicles 2) Franchises I am most familiar with: Almost anything Nintendo-related, including but not limited to: The Legend of Zelda Fire Emblem (Note: Does not include the GBA titles) Xenoblade Chronicles Splatoon ARMS Pokemon (Both human and Pokemon omo is fine) Star Fox A few non-Nintendo games, including but not limited to: Huniepop Nier: Automata Persona 5 (Note: Still in the middle of playing this) Final Fantasy 9 Monster Hunter A Hat in Time Ace Attorney Anime franchises: My Hero Academia Miss Kobayashi’s Dragon Maid Aggretsuko (Note: not up to date on this) Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure Disclaimers: Please note that requesting a story from one of the listed franchises does not guarantee I will be able to write about it. I am a slow writer and I work a part-time job. Depending on how long the story is, it may take over a month for me to finish it. I will post updates and stay in contact when I can, but I hope you can be patient with me otherwise. And there you have it. Feel free to post your commissions either in here or through private messages. Now to watch this thread sink straight into the void without a single request...
  14. Here are we, folks, a brand new year and time for me to get started on writing a new story. Trouble is, I have several ideas that I could write about, but I don't know which one to work on first. That's where you all come in: Simply pick which story you would want to read first, and the one with the highest votes will be what I start on first. Don't feel too bad if your pick doesn't win, either, as I intend to see all these fics written eventually (maybe a second poll after this, who knows?). I'll leave the poll open for about a week, or until this thread gets buried and forgotten. Whichever happens first. Now let's see those votes!
  15. **Again, this is set in a universe where the Powerpuff Girlz are young adults. 18. I don't own these characters, or the background stuff that was in the show as well, but I hope you enjoy!** In the city of Townsville! Our three heroes: Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup flew across everyone below, doing patrol around then city after having just defeated MoJoJoJo. One can obviously understand that having superpowered metabolisms and flying at incredibly fast speeds would make the juice inside of them shoot right into their bladders like crazy. “Alright girls!” Blossom said. She was the leader of the group. “We can head back home after this.” “About time!” Buttercup said in an annoyed tone. She was always the angry one in the group. “I have to peeeeee...” she moaned, holding herself as she flew, her hips going back and forth due to desperation. “Well, well, we’ll,” a man’s voice said. It was from a distance and sort of high pitched. Oh, dear God! It’s HIM! Watching our precious powderpuffs fly back home. Him was a man of dark magic, and came up with a spell just for a case like this. He lifted his claw hand and chanted. “Well girls, I hope one of your superpowers is bladder of steel.” Him laughed like the madman he was. The Powderpuffs got home. Professor was still out of town for the day. They got home, flying through their bedroom windows, and Buttercup ran right for the bathroom. “Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go!” she complained as she ran and held her crotch with her super strength. Though that was hardly proving useful. But once she got to the bathroom, all hell hit her at once. “What the?!?!” She said freaked out. The room where the bathroom was being just a coat closet. She was sure this is the right door, she’s lived here all her life and it has always been the second door in the hall down on the right. “Wh-wh,” Buttercup moaned as she bounced around in desperation and confusion. “WHERE’S THE BATHROOM?!?!” Blossom and Bubbles flew to their sister’s destination in the hall. “What happened?” Buttercup was sweating and bouncing. “The bathroom! It was here. It was always here. Wh…Where is it?” Blossom and Bubbles looked at the closet in confusion. Their sister was right, this was supposed to be the bathroom. “Hey look over there!” Blossom said. She pointed to the room across the hall. It was the bathroom. Bubbles said, “Oh thank God! I have to peeeee!” As Bubbles flew into the bathroom, Buttercup’s jaw dropped as she had to go first. She went as fast as she could and pushed Bubbles out of the way, but the bathroom door closed. They opened it, and all their eyes went wide from the shock of seeing the bathroom now the kitchen. “What’s going on here?” “Ha ha ha ah he he he HO!” Him laughed from down the hall. The red, devilish-looking villain stood tall and mighty. “Well, hello girls.” They all shouted in fear, “HIM!” “What are YOU doing here?” Blossom said alone as her sisters squirmed for their bladders in the background. Him started to speak in his lower, yet crisp voice. One that made glass shatter from the coldness it produced. Him said, “Why I just wanted to play a little game with you girls. Imagine, a world where every time you find a bathroom, POOF it vanishes. Turns into the last thing you need.” “What have you done?” Buttercup said in an annoyed voice. Her grunts clearly showed just how desperate she was. “Just a little spell I learned from some books in my certain…well…collection. Oh, how I wondered as I read through every torture spell. Then, I found one that made me think, hmm, how much would the people of the city they protect respect them, if these three heroes wet their pants in front of everyone HEHEHEHEHEHEHE!” Buttercup struggled to speak with her legs crossing and uncrossing. “You…you…ah…you-.” Bubbles yelled, “YOU MONSTER!” She then stormed at full super speed at Him. But, just like black magic, Him vanished in black smoke that went away in the thin air. “What the?” Him’s voice came from around the house. “Even when you think I’m not watching, I AM!” Those last words were in a snarl of a sound. One mixed of anger and vengeance. “I’m also recording. Even when you think I’m not. So, if you for one second think you’re hidden, YOU’RE WRONG. If you think you’re safe from humiliation, ALSO WRONG! You’re legacy ends in humiliation today girls. Because if there’s one thing that doesn’t have super strength in you, it’s your tiny, weak bladders.” Him went out with a laugh so cold chills went down all the girl’s spines. Though, that may have also been from the intense desperation they were in. “We have to do something!” Bubbles said as she bounced up and down with her legs crossed. She held herself down there as her lower half became weaker and weaker. Her legs trembled from the weight of heavy pee growing inside of her. Buttercup was going through the same struggle. And…”Oh!” Blossom said. She grabbed herself and crouched over. “Now I gotta pee too.” “Time to find the bathroom,” Buttercup demanded. She let go of herself and sucked her gut in to hold in all in long enough to head out. Buttercup flew around the house. She opened the downstairs closet. It was a bathroom. “Yes!” But the second she stepped in a gust of wind so powerful blew her out, and the closet door shut. Tears were in her eyes as she said in a strained voice, “No!” She opened the door, and it was just a closet again. She looked to the kitchen. It was a bathroom. She flew to it, and POOF, it turned back into a kitchen the second she stepped foot in there. “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Suddenly, Buttercup felt herself spurt a drop or two. “Oh…no….” She was very concerned as Him was right. Super strength did NOT mean super strong bladder. Blossom and Bubbles flew downstairs. They helped their sister off of her knees. All three girls trembled at the knees. They had come so far in life. Although still small with years of life ahead of them, legally these were adults. Their super powers made them seem as young as they have been since the Professor mixed sugar, spice, and everything nice that day. Only to have his then monkey assistant MoJoJoJo knock over his last, old stash of CHEMICAL X. Still, even as adults, just by the looks of things all three girls were about to go in tears as they felt they did not have much time left. “Hehehe girls,” Him said from somewhere. He was not seen, but his cold, devilish voice was heard. “You are all full of boiling pee. Your bladders are going to shatter. Maybe it’s time to accept defeat.” “NEVER!” All three Powerpuff Girls screamed. The kind of scream one does when trying to overcome a huge struggle, or about to win. The question was: would the girls win against the evil Him this time? Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup, and each of their boiling, filled to the top bladders about to burst sprinted off the ground so hard thunder was heard, and they flew through the ceiling and into the city. Him suspected they may have tried something like this. Flying off into the city looking for a bathroom. So, he made sure to cast other dark spells that made their mission today a little harder. Bubbles noticed a waterfall streaming out of a building. She sights of water flowing hurt so bad in her bladder and lower belly that she did not even question why a waterfall was in the middle of a city in the first place. “EEEEE,” Bubbles moaned. Her moaning caught the attention of her sisters, who also at that moment saw what she did. The waterfall. Just the same their knees shifted over each other as their hips went back and forth holding in their pent-up pee. Their desperation was EXTREME EMERGENCY at this point. They stormed down into the street. Another of Him’s spells was cast. A fire hydrant exploded just as a dog peed on it. The dog was fine. He did not have pants to wet. But our heroes…well this was just more torture for them. They held themselves as they bounced foot to foot and in circles. “You’re running out of times girls!” Him said. His evil laughter was so loud other citizens looked all over in shock, but the noticed their heroes on the ground doing the potty dance. They started to hear giggles from the citizens they protected all these years. Blossom, the leader, shouted, “Girls, scatter!” All three of them flew off in different directions. Bubble’s lips were curved as she sweat and was so uncomfortable from the expansion inside. She felt herself start to leak. She was wetting her pants. “No, no, NOOOOOOOOOOO!” Too late. She had just enough time to fly to the top of a building and land on the roof, only to let out a huge stream of super pee. Poor Bubbles cried, as how could a hero of her status not be able to hold it in like a big girl. Her sisters form triplet telepathy knew what happened to Bubbles. It only made them not only sad for her, but scared for themselves as the feeling of one of their sisters wetting made the other two of them grow in desperation. Sweat all around their faces, and it was not even that hot of a day. Him then appeared in front of a water town that Blossom was headed for. He kicked in, and his steel, fancy black boots caused such a shock that the water town exploded, water shooting out everywhere. Blossom stopped in her tracks, but the water hit her, and the shock of cold water on her skin caused her bladder to explode. “NOOOOOOOO!” She yelled. Just as Bubbles had when she wet. Blossoms stayed in the air as she peed herself, and it fell to the ground below. Him did not know that he reappeared right below her. The pee hit him on the head and steam rose form it. Him let out a roar of pain. The pee burned into his skin and even hit his skull. “What’s going on?” He asked himself. Buttercup noticed this. As her legs crossed tight and knees up to her belly as she stayed floating in the air, she plotted how she could use Him’s weakness to her advantage. “Blossom!” Buttercup yelled. Blossom, still crying, heard her sister. “Use your ice breath, now!” Blossom was shocked to see Buttercup shoot her butt in the air, and she let out a roar of pee as she pulled thems down. As disgusting as it seemed, Blossom used her unique power of ice breath and it hit the pee in the air. Out from the clash of these two elements came a huge, yellow ice ball of pee. “Bubbles!” Buttercup yelled. Bubbles wiped tears from her eyes and looked at her sister. “Bubbles, keep Him on the ground down there. Circle the perimeter and get any civilians out.” Bubbles sniffed up her snot and tears, and flew down to the ground, circling around to push innocent people out of the way but Him could not find a way out. They remembered that their flight was so fast that it could build a super forcefield that keeps anything in, and everything out. In other words, no dark magic or powers would keep Him from escaping. “No!” Him said in despair. “This can’t be. You cannot turn this on me!” Now trapped, Buttercup used her heat vision on the giant iceburg of pee, and it melted and boiled and rained in millions of drops on Him. Him let out a scream of agony as the rain of pee left nowhere for him to escape. He burned and burned until there was nothing left. The girls, out heroes, all reached to the ground and high-fived each other. The citizens of Townsville all got around them and cheered. As bad as it stunk, they all applauded their heroes for defeating Him, once and for all. And once again the day was saved, thanks to… THE POWERPUFF GIRLS! Out from the dark lakes of Townsville where no one lived, a claw came out of the water, weak and shrunken. A familiar red claw. A voice was heard from the water, “This…isn’t…over.” THE END…?
  16. Thorn177

    Chapter 1

    Wade squats at the edge of the roof, surveying the street below. He needs to piss. For a moment he considers standing up and peeing off the roof, seeing if he can hit any of the poor fucks below. He plays with the thought, turning it over in his head. Spidey wouldn’t like it. And it’s not a very hero thing to do, neither. ‘I fucking know that, shut up,’ he says out loud. The boxes are right, of course. If he’s really gonna try to do the hero thing, peeing on innocent passers by isn’t exactly a great move, hilarious though it would no doubt be. There’s a little less room for mayhem when you’re a hero than when you’re just a merc. He really shouldn’t have had all that Mountain Dew. He stands up, anyway, because squatting with a full bladder is like begging to piss yourself. If he can’t piss over the edge of the roof, maybe he can parkour his way to somewhere he can. Only, he realises, he kind of likes this feeling. Really? This is something we’re into now? ‘Maaaaaybe?’ Wade scratches his neck. ‘Never thought about it before.’ We’ve been into way weirder things, his brain points out. Kind of stuff we do for sh*ts and giggles . . . Hell, this isn’t even a kink by comparison. Ooh, we could experiment! See how long we can hold it! Wade considers this for a moment. ‘I guess what with the healing factor there’s no chance of doing any real damage to my bladder . . . Not that that would stop me. I draw the line at wetting myself, though. This suit’s a bitch to clean.’ Which is really dumb when you think about it, considering how much blood you get on it on a daily basis. Wade is still arguing with himself when someone lands on the roof behind him. He notices at once, but it takes him a while to pay the figure any mind. It’s only when Spider-Man clears his throat that he turns around. ‘I don’t mean to interrupt what’s no doubt a fascinating monologue—’ ‘Dialogue,’ Wade corrects him. ‘Trialogue? Di is for two, but there’s at least three. Sometimes six. Multilogue!’ ‘Whatever.’ Wade is pretty sure that Spider-Man is rolling his eyes behind the mask. ‘I was under the impression that we were hitting that trafficking ring tonight. Only I’ve been waiting for you for about an hour.’ Oh yeah, that’s what we’re supposed to be doing tonight! ‘Oh shit, yeah! My bad, Spidey. Got distracted.’ Thinking about piss. ‘Thinking about—no, shut up. Thinking about you, gorgeous!’ Wade bows with a flourish. Spider-Man’s arms are crossed in the body language of someone who’s entirely unimpressed. ‘Uh-huh. So, you coming?’ ‘For you, baby? Always!’ Spidey doesn’t dignify the double entendre with any kind of response. Instead he turns away and stalks across the roof. Wade follows. A thought strikes him just as they reach the other end of the building. ‘Hey, Spidey,’ he says suddenly. ‘You into watersports?’ Spider-Man halts and turns his head slightly. Wade decides that masks on other people suck. He’d like to be able to read Spider-Man’s expression right now. ‘You mean,’ says Spider-Man slowly, ‘like, surfing?’ Oh-em-gee, isn’t he just precious? Aww, who’s an adorably naïve Spider-Boy! Too cute. Too. Fucking. Cute. I may barf. You know, mentally. Wade swats the boxes away, also mentally. Not that they aren’t right. They are so right. ‘Yeah, something like that. Totally what I meant. So, we hitting that trafficking ring or what?’ And with that he jumps off the roof, forgetting that he’s six storeys up and that landing on concrete really fucking hurts, healing factor or no. ————— Fighting on a full bladder, it turns out, is hard. It’s also kind of a turn-on. Especially when Spider-Man’s leaping around with his hot moves, showing off that pert ass of his. The traffickers put up a decent fight, but nothing the two of them can’t handle, once they’ve released their victims into the night. And Wade tries not to kill anyone, he really does, but it just so happens that blades are meant for stabbing, and his hand-to-hand isn’t as great as Spider-Man’s. Besides, one of them is aiming his gun at the back of Spider-Man’s head while the arachnid’s busy with three others, and Wade doesn’t really have time to think, so he runs the fucker through. He doesn’t feel especially bad about it. By the time the fight is over, Wade really, really needs to piss. All that moving around has shaken his bladder and it’s making it harder to hold it in. Spider-Man makes a disapproving sound once he’s finished webbing the knocked out traffickers together, looking down at the dead guy. ‘What?’ says Wade defensively. ‘He was gonna shoot you! I just saved your life, baby boy.’ He pauses. ‘Do I get a kiss as a reward?’ ‘You really, really don’t,’ says Spider-Man dismissively. ‘Couldn’t you have, like, non-mortally wounded him or something?’ Wade throws up his hands in exasperation. ’Everyone's a critic! I don’t know what kind of bullets you’re used to, sweetcheeks, but the ones I tend to deal with move really, really fast. So, no. I just reacted. You’re welcome.’ He doesn’t look happy, does he? You’d think he’d be a little more grateful to us for saving his life. Spider-Man sighs, his crossed arms dropping to his sides. ‘Yeah. I’m sorry. Thanks, Deadpool.’ Wade blinks, not sure if he actually heard what he thought he heard. ‘Am I hallucinating?’ Did he just apologise? Did he just thank us? ‘You’d better get out of here,’ Spider-Man continues. ‘The cops will be here to arrest this lot soon.’ Wade cocks his head to one side. ‘Aren’t you coming?’ ‘Someone’s gotta explain this to them.’ Spider-Man nudges the dead guy gingerly with his toe. ‘I could get rid of the body,’ says Wade without missing a beat. ‘Yeah. No.’ A moment passes. ‘So, you going or what?’ Wade crosses his legs. His bladder feels full to bursting point now. Their conversation was a decent distraction, but now it’s getting almost impossible to ignore. ‘Yeah,’ he says slowly and swallows hard. ‘It’s just . . . kinda hard to move.’ Think of a babbling brook! Or a waterfall! Crashing waves, maybe. Or, you know, just think about piss. ‘Dudes! Not helping!’ Wade growls under his breath. Spider-Man crosses his arms again. ‘Why?’ His tone is skeptical. ‘You injured?’ Wade laughs in spite of himself. ‘No, no. I’m good. Just . . . Kinda really need a piss.’ Spider-Man sighs and rubs his forehead with his hand. ‘What are you, five?’ ‘Fine, fine.’ Wade starts shuffling towards the door of the warehouse. The going is slow, though, and after a few steps he whimpers pitifully and grabs his crotch. That’s right, show Spider-Man how you can’t even hold your bladder. ‘Shut up!’ Wade manages to croak. ‘I didn’t say anything,’ says Spider-Man. He sighs again and steps around Wade to look at him. The faint sound of police sirens reaches Wade’s ears, which means Spider-Man has been hearing it for a good while already. ‘All right. Go hide behind those crates.’ Spider-Man points to the back of the warehouse. Wade turns around and shuffles the other way. He reaches the crates just as the police cars come to a screeching halt outside, and squats down behind them as quickly as he can manage. Bad move, bro. ‘Motherf-aaaahh . . .’ Wade hisses as his bladder begins to void without warning. Peeing has never felt so good. Urine trickles out into his suit, warm and wet. He sits back against the wall, trying not to moan. There’s no point trying to stop it now, he reasons. Thought we weren’t gonna wet the suit. We weren’t, but we did anyway. It’s gonna be hell to clean. ‘I don’t care,’ Wade whispers, closing his eyes in bliss. So, we are into wetting ourselves, then. Good to know. Another kink to add to the list. Beyond the crates, he hears voices. Spider-Man is talking to the cops, but Wade can’t focus on what he’s saying. A minute later he’s still wetting. The piss is leaking out of his suit, forming a puddle around him. When it finally stops, he looks around and it occurs to him to wonder what’s in the crates. The cops are talking loudly enough that he risks pulling one of his katanas and uses it to pry the nearest crate open. It’s like Christmas has come early. The crate is full of weapons. Lovely, shiny handguns, and big, heavy assault rifles. He picks up one of the handguns, trying its weight in his gloved hand. It’s got good heft to it. A new kink, fighting baddies with Spider-Man, and now a brand new handgun? Today couldn’t get better if it tried. Wade pries open another crate, predictably enough containing ammo clips, loads the gun and sticks it down the back of his sopping wet pants. Then, forgetting all about hiding, he stands up and calls, ‘Hey, Spidey! And cops! These guys weren’t just smuggling people, they were smuggling weapons too! You might wanna step carefully back here, though. I just took a piss on the floor.’ Everyone stares at him for a moment. Then five guns are drawn on him, and he puts up his hands. ‘Aw, come on! Help me out here, Spidey?’ Spider-Man just slaps his palm to his forehead and shakes his head exasperatedly. Right about now’s probably a good time to get out of here. There’s a window on the wall above the crates. ‘Okay. I’ll just be leaving now.’ All the guns go off as Wade leaps onto one of the crates, swings up onto another, grabs onto the window sill and hoists himself outside. One of the bullets nicked his shoulder, but it’ll heal. Deadpool vanishes into the night, leaving only the occasional drop of urine behind.
  17. ExplosiveTurtlez

    Chapter Finale: Escape

    Time was running short... Spy ascended the spiral hallway with his gun ready, checking each end of a corridor to make sure the cost was clear... meanwhile on F-Scout's end... She trudged on with her two hands still between her legs, clenching as hard as she could. After her reunion with Spy, she started thinking bad, to worst case scenarios... ...She thought that right next to her friend, she'd just end up letting her golden juices spew all over the floor, as it would envelop her crotch, right behind Spy... She blushed just thinking about it. Spurt after spurt of hot piss trickled between her, she was very close to losing her "inner fight" as she struggled up the spiraling steps. Eventually they got to a room with boxes, some pills and ammo. Spy checked the surroundings at the back of the ajar door to find no one. He signaled F-Scout to follow (or waddle in this case). F-Scout moved along behind him as they moved to the balcony area entrance. Then out of nowhere.............. All of RED team cam from almost every possible entrance in the room, the pit passage, the outside, even the spawn room. It was an ambush!!! Quickly, just before the gunfire began to spread, Spy pushed F-Scout out of the way to the balcony (He didn't want to do it, since it would cause some serious damage to her bladder... but he couldn't think of any other way in time). F-Scout looked behind her as she fell on her back to see two horrifying things... Another huge leak escape her panties, and Spy getting torn to shreds by gunfire, and projectiles. F-Scout was speechless... the combination of seeing her friend die, and the fact that another spew of pee making the big enough stain bigger, made F-Scout start crying a bit... for years, F-Scout has never cried for anything... but memories began to come back to her... for it wasn't Spy's death alone that made her weep (she knew he'd just respawn anyways)... It made her remember the most tragic moment of her life... the murder of her parents. When F-Scout was just a little girl (before that name being given to her, her original name was [This information has been terminated, along with the person who wrote this]), she lived a peaceful life with her family in Boston. She played Baseball as a hobby, she loved her parents, and everything was just swell... until... One night, the house F-Scout lived in was being robbed. The windows smashed open, and the sound of shattering glass caused the parents to wake up... except for F-Scout (she was a heavy sleeper). The mother hid behind the Father, for he was carrying a snub revolver in his nervous grip. In the long silence of the night (minus the shattered window), there wasn't a single bullet of gunfire to be heard, perhaps the thief left, or maybe some punks were being outright vandals... F-Scout's dreaming mind was oblivious to what was going on. Morning arrives, F-Scout got out of her bed, as she moved tiredly in her little girl pajamas. There wasn't a single noise in the house, but the innocent girl was too tired to care about the silence, only a nice bowl of cereal. When she arrived at the kitchen, she was to turn to the pantry, but something else had caught her attention, two pale figures were lying on the floor, blood pooling around them, large cuts on their backs, and wore horrified looks on their faces. The girl stared at them... and began to cry... cry... cry... cry... cry....................................................................................................................................................................................................... The next door neighbors eventually found out about the break in, and called the police. When the investigation took place, they found out it was the work of 2 serial killers, who had been on the PD's case for a while. Eventually they decided for her to stay with her grandparents, and the girl had to go through psychological therapy for a while. One night however, F-Scout ran away from her relatives to go live a life of crime in the slums. She had grown up, and taught herself many things, one of those things being "how to fight." She turned into a real fighter. Several years later, she was minding her own business through a dark alleyway in search of some money, when some shady characters approached her, and cornered her into a wall. They began to sexually harass her through touching her in "many places..." but the years of getting into fights, training, and even falling into the same situation as the current one has made her anything but scared. With her bat by her, she pulled it out and began to kick some serious ass! A [REDACTED] just so happened to be passing by the area on other errands, when he saw the aftermath of F-Scout's bloody handiwork... he was pleased at what he saw. He gave his "higher ups" a call, and offered F-Scout a job as a "Badland Brawler." With the amount of money they were offering, she just couldn't refuse. So with that little bit of backstory out of the way, let's return to real time... F-Scout's flashbacks were over, she stared at the bloody mess of a corpse that was Spy's, the puddle that she was maki-ki-k-k ("OH SHIT!!!") F-Scout almost immediately stopped the gushing flow of piss, somehow with no struggle this time. She quickly got up, letting go of one of her hands to temporarily get back up, and dug her hand back in again. She knew that if she didn't act quick, she'd be slaughtered! She heard a hell-a lotta footsteps marching for her, so without thinking, she jumped off the balcony. When she landed, her legs were just fine, but her bladder felt that impact and let a ginormous spurt of piss. This was the biggest leak yet. She must have let out at least 1/3 of her bladder. "Oh shit ohshitohshitohshitohshitohshit!!!" F-Scout yelled with worry as her pee gushed down her legs, leaving a wet stain on her skirt. She had to run now, and fast... so with all of the strength she could possibly muster, she clenched herself harder than a prostate with a rubber tube inside of it. Her face screamed for desperation, she had already failed her mission to keep herself dry a long time ago, yet she still fought on with the pain. She could do this, she KNEW she could do this... she KNEW she couldn't do this... As the REDs ran to leap for the balcony, a large, meaty arm blocked their way. A RED Heavy turned to his comrades, and pointed at Soldier, and Spy (who respawned earlier). "You two... with me... NOW!" ​Heavy ordered, and his teammates followed F-Scout recovered from her impact, and walked as fast as she could, but her bladder restrained her greatly, for she could only move VERY slowly, to prevent anymore, she wanted this to be over, all she wanted was to pee, all she wanted... She walked one step at a time... she was still crying at this point. The pain she was feeling, both physically, and emotionally, she trucked on, both drops of tears, and pee falling below her. Each step was followed by a subtle stream flowing down her legs. She was broken from the inside out. The only thing wanted to do right now was pee, and cry. Just when she made it halfway across the bridge, The three REDs Heavy, Soldier, and Spy marched towards her, with great rush, Heavy charged for the stumbling girl, and tackled her down. F-Scout lost another humongous spurt of piss, resulting in another puddle as she hit the floor. The three REDs witnessed her peeing herself, as they viewed it all happen from under her skirt. F-Scout didn't want to come to the realization that people were seeing her pee, for it caused an emotional skewer to pierce her heart. All the other REDs watch the action happen from the balcony, as well as the REDs watching first hand. F-Scout dug her hands into her lower region, and blushed vividly, with more tears rushing down her face. The three began to chuckle a bit, slowly at first, but then the laughter grew louder and louder. "Aww... little girl have little baby accident?" TOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHA Heavy yelled. Heavy's comment only made the wet girl blush more, and sob more. "Ahem," The RED Spy scoffed, I have an idea, may you two hold her up for me?" The other two REDs decided to do what he said. They took away F-Scout's arms from her womanhood, which caused more leaking, but not a big one like the other spills, and they raised her in the air, holding onto her arms and legs. F-Scout didn't want to even look up anymore, she was blinded by her tears. With a crack of his knuckles, Spy charged up his fist, and thrusted it into F-Scout's lower body... drip... drip... drip drip drip drop drop drodrop speeeeewwwwwww... ...this was it... F-Scout, grimacing with pain, tried her best to hold back the torrent of pee... but this was something that could not be stopped. Her warm, golden pee that she had held for so long was finally released. It first spread a bit on her skirt, but then it sprayed all over. It streamed down her legs furiously. The puddle under her grew massive. F-Scout didn't even feel any relief from the gushing of hot piss, just pure pain. Pee was still escaping her legs, but along with it was another stream... a river of tears. F-Scout cried and blushed horrendously, as the spray turned into a sprinkle, into a leak, and finally stopping. Tears hit the yellow lake below. The REDs previously holding onto her, had let go, dropping her into the endless gold of her creation. F-Scout put her hands on her face and cried more and more. She had never been more embarrassed in her entire life. The sound of sobbing was interrupted by some clicking sounds. F-Scout looked up to see an Enforcer pointed to her head. "Hehehe, consider this revenge for shooting my hand off." The suited RED chuckled, as he slowly pulled the trigger... ... ... ... BANG ... ... ... There was dead silence from both sides of the bridge... F-Scout opened her eyes to see a gaping hole in the RED's forehead. He fell to the floor, thus revealing a man in a BLU suit, a 5 o clock shadow, and an Ambassador. "AND CONSIDER THAT REVENGE FOR BEING AN ASS!!!" F-Scout's expression quickly changed from complete embarrassment, to... still a lot of embarrassment... but with pure happiness mixed in. "WHAT THE FU- "WHAT THE FU- BANG BANG The REDs behind F-Scout fell to the floor dead, and the man in the suit walked up to the soaked girl and pulled out his hand. F-Scout slowly, but surely reached her arm out, and was pulled up. "Backstabber!!! But I saw you get torn to shreds!" F-Scout shouted. "Any time is a good time to check the time, I always say," BLU Spy said as he dangled his Dead Ringer by it's chain. The once captive girl was thankful for being saved, but was still blushing about the accident from earlier as she looked down. Spy could fell the embarrassment coming from her, and came in to comfort her... but now there was a bigger problem... "Ahem!" A Southerner's voice called. Spy and the girl looked at all the REDs that were from the balcony, on the ground, pointing their guns at them (except for RED scout... he was getting ready for "his date"). But just when the two BLUs thought that they'd be dead in seconds, a loud rumble came to audible range. "Vat is zat sound?" a Medic asked. The rumbling came louder and louder and louder... then suddenly... All of BLU team came rushing down the entrance of BLU base, charging for the bridge. A hailstorm of bullets and explosives came from the BLUs, destroying all the REDs before they even got a chance to shoot back. All that remained of RED team was a pile of tron up gore. Everyone began to get close to F-Scout. She looked at them and lit up from her whole team seeing the aftermath of category 5: Hurricane F-Scout. A Soldier chuckled at F-Scout... but not because of her large wet stain... "You did a fine job girl," Soldier said, patting F-Scout on the back. Spy came in and decided to give her a big hug as well, eventually leading to all of the BLUs to giving F-Scout a nice group hug (especially Sniper, wanting to try and get a rub of her sweet pee on his leg). F-Scout wasn't sure if she should be embarrassed, or cheerful. "Awww thanks guys," the drenched girl spoke with a smile on her face. "C'mon little girl," Heavy told the girl, "You still have job to do." F-Scout remembered that she still had this hunking suitcase on her back... ..so with a trip down to BLU's basement, everyone stood behind the girl as she put the big case on the table... "Victory," an announcement called, as all the BLU's began to celebrate their 1st victory in a while, and finally breaking REDs streak. F-Scout turned back to Spy as he looked back at her amongst the dancing crowd, and the two began hugging each other again. "Hey Bactabber?" The girl said still dripping from the bottom down, "I know you've done so much for me already... but is it ok if I ask you just one last favor?" "Well then, ask away," Spy replied. Epilogue It was late at night. The RED Scout was preparing his bedroom for his "lover" to arrive. "Aw man, I'm gonna be all ovah dat pussy," Scout began fantasizing, "She's gonna be all like "Oh Scout, your cock is soooooo big, I can't conain myself, I'm gonna cu-" *KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK* "Oh uh (damn, didn't think she'd be this early... oh well... I get some vag now I guess)" "Ju-Just gimme a sec." The scrawny man began to strip his clothes of until he was bare, and in a hurry, looked through his drawer to find some condoms (Scout carried all kinds of pervy things in his drawer, several enemas, vibrators, strap-ons, some porn magazines, and if one looked deep enough, they'd find some diapers, and a Fleshlight... ... ... Scout was a kinky bastard...). Eventually he founds his "Mann Co. grade condoms. He veiled it on his penis and quickly got into the bed in an arousing pose... "Alright, you can come in now." ... but nothing happened... silence... *THUD* *THUD* *THUD* ... *CRASH!!!* A massively huge Heavy, with his equally sized cock, barged down the door, startling Scout! "Little man, I hope you like Sandvich in tiny asshole," He said with a Sandvich in his hand, making a B-line towards Scout. Scout was horrified by what was coming towards him, so with no time to put his clothes back on, he opened the window by the side of his bed, and jumped out of it running and screaming. "Hyehehehehehehahahahaha" the Heavy's voice slowly reaching a higher pitch as he began to remove his face... literally, by taking his face off, a large shroud of blue steam flourished the room. When the steam dissipated, it revealed F-Scout's (naked) body. "Hahahahahaha, thanks Backstabber, you're the best," she said laughing as she held out the paper cut-out of the Heavy mask. The End (I just quickly want to say thanks to anyone who actually bothered to read the 1st fiction of my creation. I know it sounds selfish, but I would love to see this story made on SFM or something. And also for my next fiction... I do plan on making another one. I promise it will be much more interesting, and should have more wettings in it. And once again... Thanks.) ^_^
  18. I would really appreciate the help, and as long as you don’t bs it I will write what you want next. The show is Life with Louie in the episode where they’re at the play and the Dad holds in his pee so long about to burst. It’s applied at the very end he made it BUT I’d like someone to write an alternate ending where the dad either has an accident in the auditorium in front of everyone OR in the men’s room in front of everyone....as long as he has an accident in in that setting in public and you describe his reaction to the humiliation and that of everyone around him. As well as how he feels physically ally and emotionally as he’s bursting. Use the time of the last four minutes or so of this video to guide you to make your story. That’s when he walks in the play to storming for the bathroom.
  19. I have some great ideas. One for Castle since I've yet to find a Beckett fanfic story. But itnsomeone else's characters. I don't want to be sued.
  20. Surprise! I decided I'd revive this story idea, but rework a few details! :) you're gonna love it, I know you will. ;) Enjoy it! Chapter 1: "I can't believe we're finally doing this!" Katie squealed as she closed the door to the backseat of her car. The day she was leaving with her boyfriend, Kendall Schmidt, to spend the summer with him and his friends at Carlos' beach house, had finally arrived. "Me either!" Kendall said happily, wrapping his girlfriend in to his arms before kissing her. "AHEM!" Katie's dad cleared his throat. He was perfectly happy with Kendall as long as there was no PDA in front of him. "Oh Gavin!" Katie's mom chided, before pulling Katie in to a hug. "Wear sunscreen, call me every chance you get, and DON'T GET PREGNANT." Katie giggled at that, looking over at Kendall. "I love you K." "I love you too Mama," Katie answered, squeezing her mother before hugging her dad. "I love you Daddy." "I love you too," He said softly, glaring at Kendall over his little girl's shoulder before letting her go. "Now get going, you don't wanna hit traffic, okay?" Katie nodded, skipping to the driver side, Kendall slipping in to the passenger side silently, programming the GPS before they took off, Katie turning on some music. "Your dad hates me you know," He chuckled once they were on the highway. "He doesn't hate you, he's just upset I'm grown up and that I'm spending the summer with my steady boyfriend," Katie giggled. "He'll come around, I promise. And in the meantime, think about everything we're gonna do this summer!" Kendall nodded, faking a smile before leaning back in his seat, beginning to worry. He was hiding a rather deep and humiliating secret; his bladder was small, so he woke up almost every morning to a wet bed, as well as wetting himself during the day now and again. As excited as he was for the next three months, he was also terrified of sharing a bedroom with his girlfriend. He stayed in his head for a while before Katie's phone rang, making him jump. The phone was synced with the car, so Kendall pressed the button on the display screen to answer it. "Helloooo?" Katie answered happily. "Hey," Logan yawned. "We're gonna stop at Starbucks at the next exit, you two wanna come?" "Sure!" Katie answered. "Next exit?" "Yup, we'll meet you there," Logan said before hanging up. Kendall chewed on his lip, knowing what coffee did to him, but he couldn't upset Katie, so he just leaned back, listening to her sing along to the song playing. She pulled off the highway and in to the parking lot, stopping the car and skipping over to the others. Kendall shuffled along behind everyone as they all filed inside. "C'mere you," Katie said, dragging Kendall over to her, placing her small hand inside his. "What's up? You don't seem yourself this morning." "Just sleepy," Kendall yawned. Katie nodded, placing her order before stepping aside for Kendall to add his on. They took theirs and went to sit with the rest of the gang, Carlos fully dishing out details about the house, surrounding amenities, local shopping, food. "This is gonna be freakin incredible," Logan said, sipping his latte. Carlos beamed. Katie laid her head on Kendall's arm, since she was too short to reach his shoulder. Everyone talked idly before Carlos reminded them they still had a very long drive ahead of them. James nodded, walking back to his car, Carlos following Logan back to his truck. Katie looked up at Kendall expectantly. "You go ahead, I'm just gonna go to the bathroom real quick," Kendall said softly, Kissing the top of his girlfriend's head. Katie smiled with a blush, nodding and walked back out to the car, digging through her collection of CD's until she found the one she wanted, loading it in to the player as Kendall got back in the car. "Ready?" he asked happily. Katie nodded, and off they went.
  21. Mark_Twain

    Best part of Fanficion

    So what is more important to you in a fan fiction (specifically for Omorahi, not in general)? The Story? The scenes? or the characters? I have something in the works right now, but in editing it, I have found some Character inconstancy's. But does it really matter? Or do people just skip to the scenes they want to read?
  22. It was all Patty and Liz’s fault. Patty had brought four water bottles to the table and Liz had five and it couldn’t be symmetrical with five water bottles on the table and four on the other, so of course Kid drank one of Liz’s. Problem solved. Except, it wasn’t. Patty had become a bit fed up with Kid’s antics. He was the reason they miss half a day of school nearly everyday so he could fix the damn picture in the living room, after all. So, she dumped one of her water bottles down the sink. This went on until they ran out of water bottles, and they’d missed half a day of school again, but Patty figured it was worth watching Kid grind his teeth in annoyance. Now, they’re half way through the last class of the day, and Kid just can’t sit still. It wasn’t the first time that his need for everything to be symmetrical had come back to bite him, but it had never got him in a situation quite like this. He has to piss and bad. His bladder feels like a waterballoon clenched between a dog’s teeth: pressed on hard enough, and it’ll pop. Both hands are squeezed shut, resting on each of his knees. His bottom lip pushes so far into his skin that it draws blood. It coats his tongue and sends a strong metallic taste sweeping through his mouth. He swallows it with the grim thought of ‘great, more liquids.’ The thought sends a wave of desperation over him, and he bends in a weak protest as he leaks a bit. His cheeks burn as he realizes that it made the tinniest spot on his jeans darker than the rest of it, but his mind doesn’t even begin to form the feeling of embarrassment he should be feeling -wetting himself at this age? - and instead feels the familiar itch that occurs when something isn’t even. He shifts his weight to the left and focuses on letting out just enough liquid to form the same sized stain in the same place on his left pant-leg as he made on his right. He sighs in relief when it’s achieved, but it’s short-lived. Panic sweeps over him when he realizes he can’t get it to stop when he wants it to, and instead forms a slighter larger mark than he intended to make. Grinding his teeth in frustration, Kid shifts his weight again and repeats the process. “What are you doing?” Patty hisses from his right. Startled, Kid jumps a bit and looks at her like a deer caught in headlights as he releases the remaining liquid in his bladder. It sends a sickening warmth over his lap and splashes on the floor loud enough that every head turns to look at him as he sits rigidly. Liz gasps from his left as he dips his finger in the puddle under his thighs and presses it against his knee. “There,” he murmurs, “Perfectly symmetrical.”
  23. xDeathSoulx

    Fanfic omo scenes

    I noticed the book omorashi thread and figured I'd start one on scenes in fanfics that weren't written to be omo fics, but that just happen to contain a scene of it. (If a similar thread exists, I didn't come across it within the timespan I'm allowed to post in) The first item on the list is the RWBY fanfic The Sounds of Vale by The Draigg. In chapter 13 Weiss slightly pees herself when Yang more or less threatens her. Later in the story Velvet completely wets herself, and IIRC it even happens twice. Yet later still there is an open peeing scene, written as a fanfic-in-a-fanfic. This author in general seems to work peeing in one way or another into just about all of his fics, despite vehemently denying being into it in an author's note. In the Pokemon fanfic As The River Flows by Silent Sigh, Hazel at one point mentions needing to pee (in first person) and later does so while swimming. Later in the story she both describes a moment when she wet herself as a child and has another wetting moment sometime after that. I believe there is also a moment where Misty gets really desperate and either barely makes it to a toilet or just fails to make it (I can't remember which) Feel free to add whatever fanfic you come across, as long as it wasn't written with the intention of being an omo fic.
  24. thewettingwatc

    Kate's school wetting

    It was Kate's first day at high school and already it was off to a bad start. She had slept in and was most likely going to be late. She jumped out of bed, threw her clothes on, forgot to go to the bathroom and get breakfast as she ran out of the door. As she managed to save time on the lack of bathroom breaks and her food she managed to get to school just on time. The teacher looked strict so she is so glad she didn't arrive late. One of her other classmates did, he yelled so much that the student cried. But Kate managed to sit down at the back of the class and remain invisible to her new teacher, just like she had every other year. Kate always had this sort of routine before bed so she would drink quite a lot before it so she can be nice and hydrated as she slept. But in the morning she normally woke up with a avid swollen bladder which caused havoc on her urethra. Sometimes she would wake up after wetting the bed as she couldn't hold that much in anymore. But this morning her mind was too distracted by school that she didn't notice how strong the pressure was on her poor bladder. She relaxed into the lesson, making notes on what the angry looking teacher was saying when she started feeling the weight on what she had missed this morning. As Kate was wearing tight jeans it was pressing down and containing her swollen bladder but caused her sphincter muscles to clench harder then they should to stop herself embarrassing herself in front of her new teacher. She squirmed in her seat, trying to find a comfortable position in which the pressure was easier on her. Her legs were tightly clenched together so even if she leaked it might be hidden. But no matter how much she squirmed, how much she clenched she was only making the warm yellow liquid in her bladder slosh around. Making her grip her crotch just to hold it in. She would raise her hand like a few of her classmates had done and ask to go use the restroom to finally have that release, but Kate, Kate thought that it was embarrassing admitting your desperate 'un-woman like needs'' so she held it. causing her bladder to start to spasm. The lesson was dragging, time seemingly slowing down when Kate's bladder was pumping more and more liquids into her bladder. She was loosing it, her muscles weakening the more time she held till she leaked a little in her panties. 'oh no, no no no no no. gotta hold it gotta hold it but ooooh i really need to pee' she thought. she was hoping that the bell would go soon so she could release in peace. She didn't even think she could stand to even go to the bathroom to pee. She started to sweat, her bladder screaming, demanding to let it all go but she ignored it. She felt a tap on her shoulder, an old face that she had known since pre-school. He was kind of cute so she didn't want him to see her in this desperate state. "Here, you look like you need it" he says, his name was Chase. He reaches out his hand and passes Kate a bottle of water. She gripped her crotch even more but accepted the kind offer and chugged the water down. 10 minutes till she could leave this dull classroom. 10 minutes until she could pee. 10 minutes until she could see if she could stand without wetting. Kate could feel the water she had chugged enter her bladder. Pumping more and more fluids into it. She leaked more into her panties but this time it took a lot more clenching to stop. She felt it through her jeans, her face flushed with embarrassment. She slid her hands into her panties and squirmed more, not caring who saw anymore. She gripped and squeezed hard. Doing anything she could to stop herself at that point. She could swear everyone was watching, she knew Chase was. Suddenly the bell went. It was a shock to Kate as she had put all of her concentration into her bladder. But it came as such a shock that she jumped up. Un-clenching her sphincter muscles and before she could stop the flood it was too late. Warm hot flowing piss shot out of her. The dark stain on her jeans growing and growing until Kate could feel the pee in her converse. She couldn't deny how good it felt to finally finally release her pee to the point she thought she was getting turned on by the feeling. She peed for a good 3 minutes before her stream started to slow down. Her hand was still on her pussy. But nothing was going to stop the stream. She lent her head back and sighed in relief. Not caring if anyone saw her now. She liked the feeling so much she made a decision, she would never use the bathroom again.
  25. HAI :D Okay, im going to make an omorashi off the anime Fairytail, and just wondering if anyone had specific characters and/or scenarios they would like me to do? THANK YOU~