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  1. Alex Oxford

    female Prime Suspects- May

    Hey guys, I thought I might elaborate on a one of the ladies, which I had mentioned in another thread, that I suspected of being into omorashi on some level, based on a summary of events, and a few specific experiences in particular. We’ll call her May; she was more than likely into pee desperation, and possibly into messing herself as well. She wore glasses, had a cute face, and was like 5’4” with beige skin, and respectable assets. She was adorable, and we would flirt on and off whenever we saw each other. She always struck me as a sweet girl, and I didn’t want to corrupt her, which I totally felt like I would. It wasn’t until later though, that I saw she had a naughty side to her. We were at the beach one day, with a few other friends, and she couldn’t help but mess with a few of our sleeping friends. She actually drew a dick with sunscreen on one of their backs, and let them get sunburned in the shape of said dick. That was my first cue that she wasn’t so innocent. My second cue was when she decided it would be a good idea to slap my ass. I told her, jokingly “I don’t do double standards, so if you’re gonna slap my ass I’m gonna have to slap yours.” Shitty reasoning, I know. But she smiled mischievously, and said, “well fair is fair!” And offered me a turn. I, of course took this as a cue to turn up the flirting. But it wasn’t till later that evening that I got the third cue: dinner. We had been walking around for awhile, and she was starting to whine about needing to pee. She was very vocal about it. To anyone else it might’ve seemed like she was just unashamed. But I could tell, by the way she was talking about it, she was gauging for reaction. She was stepping from foot to foot, wiggling her butt around, and walking in place. I started to tease her, “you look like you’re running a marathon!” “I’ve had to pee for hours now Alex, I have to go really bad!” She replied, with a nervous smile. “Why didn’t you go before? There’s like, bathrooms everywhere!” I pushed, wanting to see he reasoning. “Because,” she said, smiling, “I didn’t have to go that bad.” “So you have to wait till you’re dancing around to go pee?” “Well that’s usually a good time to go I think!” “Better hope you don’t get stuck in traffic like that!” “Oh I already did.” “Did you make it?” She giggle shyly, “Hahaha.... no, no I didn’t...” “YOU PEED YOUR PANTS!?” I asked, incredulously. “Yes, yes, I peed my pants!” She smiled, “The minute I got out of the car it was like, everywhere.” “You haven’t learned your lesson have you?” At this, she gave a cute little smirk, and a wry smile, which caught me altogether by surprise. I mean, I was just having fun. I’m super discreet when it comes to talking about bodily functions, at least as far as my interest goes. But she gave me some sort of “knowing look,” the “wouldn’t you like to know” look. I felt myself blush instantly, as she said, “obviously not, you can’t tell?” She returned to he friendly smile, but else crossed her legs and bobbed on the spot. “You better go soon or you’ll be in trouble,” I advised, amorously. “I’m a big girl, I can handle this!” But it seemed that’s all she wanted to do: handle it. For the next 30 min or so, we walked around the beach town, looked at stores, window shopped, all that jazz. The whole time, she was stepping from foot to foot, crossing her legs, and walking on the spot. For me, it was a clear indication that, a) she knew I found some sort of interest in her needs, and b) she had an interest in her needs herself Nothing conclusive at this point, but it was all I needed to make my night. I was practically drooling, watching her legs squirm back and forth, not frantically, but just enough that anyone who looked could tell she was in some state of restlessness. She would cross her legs and bob slowly, deliberately. She had a mildly anxious look on her face, but nothing That said urgency. It said, “I’m uncomfortable, but I can wait.” She was long past the point where anyone trying to be comfortable would’ve forgone a restroom for the sale of convenience. There were restrooms everywhere, she could go when she wanted. But she didn’t she kept doing her subtle pee dance, and I kept watching. I’d like to think she knew I was watching, and she was doing it to tease me. There was an incident that I had described here before, where she had done just that, very deliberately. But at this time, it was just fantasy. Still, I couldn’t help but notice that she had to pee fairly bad, and refused to go, which was enough to make my mind wander. Eventually, we went to a restaurant, and sat down to eat. She sat there with all of us, and subtly wriggled and squirmed next to my friend. He asked her what was wrong, and she said “I have to pee.” Freaking guy. He said, “well no ones stopping you!” Laughing, and pointing in the direction of the bathrooms. May nervously and briskly got up, now that her seating pee dancing was seemingly no longer welcome. I hate him for that. She came back, and I asked her, “Did everything come out okay?” She giggled and said, “Yes, I was very hydrated.” And that was the evening right there, nothing really intense after that. In fact, nothing other than friendly conversation for the rest of that night, despite the flirting. But later the next week, I got the most deliberate recognition and appeal to my fetish that I’d ever seen from anyone other than my girlfriend.
  2. So this is a little scifi setting I've been mulling around the past month or so. This is one of two projects. One is yet to be posted and an actual piece of fiction. This is an interactive story done in a disco channel so while it does have the length it's a little rough but thoroughly enjoyable thus far. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NjsemNhze7U Allow me to set the scene, to paint the canvas through which we will accompany our poor heroine. A small piece of music to help illustrate my vision of a corporate neon future. The San Angeles Metroplex or more commonly known as SANAM City. The remnants of the western North American Seaboard reformed on the temperate coast after the event... Everyone knows the event, it the world a chance to start over for better or worse. At a time during which the Earth's poles were reversing leaving the magnetosphere at a mere fraction of it’s strength the sun’s activity spiked. A devastating coronal mass ejection event started it all. Satellite’s circuitry fused in an instant, even the most hardened of communication systems ground to a halt with the interference generated by the petawatts of energy released upon the earth. High voltage transmission lines that made everyday living and the technology we relied on blew when the transformers melted, substations detonated from the ambient currents rippling through the atmosphere. Drives in all but the luckiest or most shielded locations were erased in a flash. The solar activity persisted and the power… stayed off. Governments crumbled, populations evaporated but as we are a tenacious species we carried on despite the adversity. The prevalence of nuclear reactors in the midwest and east coast left much of north america uninhabitable and a combination of factors made those who survived flock to the west coast. A temperate climate, the vast Pacific ocean, fertile farm ground and of course a lack of skin searing radiation which is a bonus. What little power structure survived was in the form of multinational corporations. Slowly they assumed control, provided stability, order. It wasn’t perfect but it was something. But enough of that history lesson. Some people don’t even believe that’s what really happened. With such limited electronic records from the time numerous wild conspiracy theories fill the net. Crime, drugs, technology and a thin facade of corporate order holding it all together. Welcome to Sanam city. Flashy advertisements line the streets projecting holo images. Far above ground level the ultralux jet about in their aircars looking down on those below stuck using wheeled transportation. Cybernetic implants enhance everyday life helping with every task imaginable. The sky is the limit when it comes to augmentation and if you can dream it up and have the credit for it… Therein came the problem. As with any foreign object certain precautions had to be taken to ensure the body’s white blood cells don’t attack and reject it. The latest iteration from PharmaTek of their ubiquitous acceptance cocktail Serum5 has been all the rage. Used in surgery it is combined with a potent anesthetic which makes it a favorite to smoke as well often sold by less than scrupulous doctors on the side looking for a little bit of extra cash. What nobody was expecting was the drastic side effects that accompanied the new revision. It wreaked havoc with the parasympathetic nervous system but only with those who had a XX chromosome pairing. The effects were almost instantaneous. Females everywhere began to experience the symptoms. Increased appetites, lacrimation, drooling and worst of all what looked like an inexplicable onset of incontinence like effects stemming from much more sensitive sphincter muscles. Nobody knew how to deal with it and information was scarce. PharmaTek slicers worked round the clock to expunge any questions confused and concerned women raised on the net. Doctors were paid off to look the other way and attribute such incidents up to stress but it was growing too big to cover up. With no fix insight and dollar signs in their eyes a pivot was made. After the first month past and the effects have spread to most if not all of the female population. Feminine incontinence wear sprang up practically overnight. Adverts and product campaigns in an effort to normalize and profit off of their own screwup. PharmaTek still hasn’t owned what it has done but profits are higher than ever now with it’s subdivisions devoting entire production lines to incontinence wear. Two months have passed since Serum5 hit the streets and the troubling issues brought with it are still fresh in everyone’s mind. Not everyone is accepting their fate laying down! Some still strive towards a cure to the sudden onset of symptoms but others resigned themselves to a life of ‘protection’. A song played in the early hours of the morning. The greenish hue of the fading Aurora Centralis besieged by the distant rising sun. “Just five more minutes.” a groggy voice calls out from underneath a set of expensive silken sheets. “Ms Blackstar, it is unsanitary to sleep in your own urine. This is the third night in a row you have urinated in your bedding. I advise an appointment with the company clinic. I scheduled an appointment for thursday of this week.” the ‘helpful’ computerized assistant spoke. “and I would advise using the restroom before bed.” it said almost as if it was mocking her. Her cheeks turned red as she slowly woke up. It was right… the clammy cool feeling of soaked sheets clung to her skin. “Nnnngggg not again!” she growled, wrinkling her nose at the smell of piss. She’d have to do laundry again. “Just… cancel the appointment and deactivate.” she said, obviously in no mood to be discussing her problem. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed her scowl only deepened seeing the huge damp splotch covering her bottom sheet and having soaked her pajamas. She pinched the bridge of her nose before her fingers in frustration before forcing herself to trudge to the bathroom. A shower would help, she’d have to strip the sheets again. This was getting real old… the past month had been chaos. Women under her command calling out sick having unfortunate… accidents and even having more than a few close calls herself including one afternoon in the office where after a mad scramble towards the restroom she’d ended up just yanking her skirt up and pissing through her panties. Everyone just said it was ‘something going around’ but what kind of cold did this? She’d seen one of the company doctors but he fed her some line of bullshit. Sounded like he was reading a script, told her to make sure she got some rest maybe take some time off. It didn’t sit right with her and now it seemed to be getting worse. She was wetting her bed again! A PrivSec agent should not being doing that… no less a PrivSec field commander! What kind of person wanted to hire security from someone who couldn’t stop wetting themselves… or worse? A hot shower helped ease her mind, it always did. Her morning routine fell into place with a few extra additions to accommodate her little bedwetting incident. A brush through her long black hair, a faint dusting of makeup followed by her sharp grey suit. It wasn’t her field outfit but she could change into that later if necessary. Most corporate jobs had been little more than babysitting lately which… with all the issues she was facing wasn’t exactly a bad thing. The door to her more than modest apartment opened and shut behind her as she exited towards the carpark. Even the low level grunts at PrivSec were payed relatively well. It wasn’t a bad outfit to work for if you didn’t mind turning blind eye on occasion to some of the less than moral contracts. Her implants hummed away taking care of minor tasks like opening her car door and making sure her apartment’s security system was armed. Unlike much of the tech on the street her implants were all top notch, designed not to stand out, not to raise attention. At first glance one would never even notice she was auged except for the faint glowing ring her pupils. Another benefit of being employed by PrivSec, implants related to your job function were provided at a heavy discount and doctor’s services were waived as long as it was installed inhouse. An executive black sedan waited for her. Living in a better part of SANAM city meant most of the other vehicles around hers were similar but all it took was driving a couple of miles in the wrong direction and the rolling scrap heaps people called cars would surround her vehicle. The coffee warmed her throat as she greedily sucked it down taking a seat on the fine leather. Sunlight was just starting to wash over the sprawling city, not that it was ever really dark anymore. Not with the aurora and the constant advertisements. The car’s engine fired to life with the raucous bark of a powerful cold start before falling into a smooth rumble. Before she could set off an advertisement chimed in through the av unit the holographic image of what could only be described as a child’s diaper appearing. “Now available to women everywhere the revolutionary Huggies Titan with color changing indic...” the advert went on before she bellowed angrily. “Turn that shit off!” she spat. People weren’t actually buying this garbage were they? She could feel the satin grasp of the panties she wore underneath her suit and blushed at the thought of wearing something so ridiculous. With an angry stab of the throttle she set off into the city’s early morning bustle. She continued to sip her coffee and catch up on the news as she drove moving from light to light. She liked to get to the office early. That gave her a chance to pick her assignment before other field commanders might choose a contract she wanted. She was getting close to the office, an uneventful drive thus far. Traffic had been heavier than normal but not too bad. She’d still be on time but… something caught the corner of her eye. Out the side window down a littered alley she spotted two bangers. Two hoods to whatever local gang was around working over some guy pretty good. A man and a woman both wearing a black hoodie with some neon colors on the back. “Low life parasites...” she sneered, her hand moving towards the large sidearm holstered under her suit jacket. She gave a sidelong glance at the time in her ocular implant. She could stop this, save that poor guy do a small act of good in a city that so often lacked it but… if she got out and approached those two punks who knows how long it could take or how risky it could be to approach them. What if they had backup? Most days she would have just driven by barely sparing a glance. Maybe it was everything that had been going on giving her a little bit of perspective but fed up as she was she wasn’t about to let this shit just happen. “Fuck it.” she glanced at the time, it would be cutting it close but… an outlet for her frustrations sounded just like what she needed. The door opened and with a hiss and the driver behind her layed on the horn to which she responded with a steely glare and a flash of her middle finger. The car’s door shut behind her and the automated driver took over shuttling the vehicle out of the roadway while she took care of business per se. The simplest way to clock a concealed weapon but not always the most accurate, a quick thermal scan. A quick change of her vision mode to thermal. The woman was wearing a pair of brass knuckles and from the rough outline the man looked to have a small firearm tucked into his waistband. Probably some piece of shit polymer printed illegal knockoff. The yellows and reds faded from her vision as she returned to normal sight. “Hey!” she barked at them already drawing the large caliber handgun from underneath her shoulder. Her other hand already flashing her PrivSec badge as she approached. A PrivSec agent was not someone you wanted to run up against. The two paused kicking the brutalized man and for a moment there was a calm in the alley punctuated by a groan of pain. At 5’10” Emelie Blackstar wasn’t exactly a small woman and in the small heels she wore around the office she crested six feet tall. The two seemed unimpressed by her stature or her badge and the young girl maybe early twenties spoke up first. “Oh come up we’re just showing our friend what happens when you mess with us.” she said. Her mouth was hidden underneath a bandana but she sounded like she was grinning, the smug little bitch. “Yeah, this ain’t some corpoRAT security detail so why don’t you fuck off.” her partner in crime spat with a laugh. The pair had balls but that wasn’t liable to count for much with a piece of serious hardware leveled at you. “Why don’t you go put on a show for some ultralux, whore.” the girl mocked. Her brightly dyed blue hair framed her face falling out from under her hood. Emelie just wanted to knock her teeth in. So far she had shown restraint but these two… her finger twitched moving from the trigger guard to the trigger. As his accomplice spoke he made his move reaching for his concealed weapon. He never even managed to draw it from his waistband before she fired the first shot. A deafening crack echoed in the alley, her aural implants attenuating the sound protecting her hearing. Another crack as she fired a second time, each crack of gunfire accompanied by the satisfying metal snap of the slide racking back ejecting the spent cartridge. Five shots directly center mass splattering the ground behind him with a red mist. He slumped over instantly. The woman’s eyes were as wide as saucers when she saw the agent storming towards her gun still in hand. “You should have listened to me. Your little friend here was about to come at me with an illegal piece. Now you’ll be on the hook for murder.” she said with a smirk as she grabbed the woman by the collar and shoved her against back against the wall. “N...no please… please just… just let me go.” she begged, tears streaming down her cheeks. She narrowed her eyes jamming the hot muzzle of her gun straight against the woman’s throat. A small mercy she was wearing a bandanna but that would be the least of her problems should she decide to pull the trigger. She pinned her against the wall with her forearm using her hand to yank down the bandanna getting a good look at her face analyzing the expression. “Genuine remorse...” she said as she loosened her grip finally hearing the sound of running water. It was faint but noticeable with her enhanced hearing. She let her go taking a step back. “You… no… don’t tell me...” giving a look of disgust at the distraught girl glancing down expecting to see a growing wet splotch rushing down her ripped at the knee jeans but nothing… Something clicked in her mind. That damned advertisement she’d heard earlier. A quick flash back to thermal vision showed her everything she needed to know. The glowing yellow radiant heat all around her groin. “Show some backbone, christ are you actually wearing one of those… things?” she couldn’t even bring herself to say the word. “And stop crying!” she snapped at her waving her gun nonchalantly. “I… I can’t stop!” she said defensively, wiping her eyes. “and… and I didn’t even feel it.” the girl mumbled averting her gaze. The agent was disgusted but at the same time morbidly curious. “Let me see it.” she found herself saying. The woman blushed furiously, as if admitting to having pissed herself was embarrassing enough now this deranged woman wanted to see… her… diaper? “You can’t be serious!” she balked. “Just fucking do it and then get your ass out of here. I don’t want to waste anymore ammo today.” she threatened. The color drained from her face and her hands fumbled with her pants quickly yanking them down mid thigh exposing the sodden garment. It was just like that damn advert had described. Thick, swollen with urine the cutesy prints faded when she’d wet it. “Get out of my sight.” she said coldly, jamming the firearm back into her holster. Tapping her finger to her ear for a moment walking towards the end of the alley leaving the surreal scene behind her. She combed her fingers through her hair as the operator came on through her implant. “No… the emergency is passed.” she said to the emergency dispatch. “No… just… listen. PrivSec agent ID 37489 just send an officer down. Some little shit came at me with a piece of knockoff tech… No I won’t wait at the scene. Yes, whatever just send the paperwork to the office.” she said tersely ending the call. Walking along the sidewalk leaving the alley she called her car remotely tracking its crawl through traffic as it homed in on her location. She winced, feeling that familiar pang of growing urgency. That coffee… she should have known it would go right through her. She took a deep breath and pinched her thighs together before pressing on ignoring the sensation. “Damn autodrive… could it have found a farther parking spot!” she groused still waiting for her car to appear in the seemingly endless flow of traffic. Finally after another few minutes it slowly pulled up along side her as she strolled casually through the dingy streets gratefully getting into the passenger door when it slid open. “Get me to the office.” she said taking a somewhat stiff sitting posture, tapping her foot against the carpeting. “Uhg, I’m going to be late I knew I should have kept going.” she complained. Truthfully she would only be perhaps five minutes or so late but she had a feeling the better assignments would already be taken by the time she arrived. The rest of the drive was fortunately less eventful and though she resisted the urge to jam her hand between her legs thinking herself better than that she certainly wanted to. There it was, finally; the PrivSec building. A massive obsidian obelisk in a sea of concrete and glass superstructures. The car could park itself allowing her to take a deep breath and depart. She walked quickly into the looming building passing through the requisite security checkpoints verifying both biometric and implant locks along the way. She could feel her muscles quivering as she stood in the elevator forcing herself not to squirm. The very muscles threatening to send a torrential downpour straight into her uniform. Finally the bell chimed and her floor was revealed through the maglevetator. She let out a sigh of relief and departed heading straight towards the restroom. Approaching her from the other side of the hall was a man clad in a pinstriped black suit. Her stomach dropped, it was her boss… “You’re late Blackstar.” his gravely voice called out. He was holding a folder in his hands… was he just fucking waiting for her? Hagar that little micromanaging prick! This was bad… what if he got off on some tangent and started lecturing her or what if he wanted to talk mission parameters… She just wanted to piss! Of course he was waiting for her today of all days. She groaned as he approached her feeling uncomfortably full. It was getting urgent but she’d be fine… she was simply feeling a little concerned and rightfully so with what had been happening lately. The worry came from the twitchy sensation between her legs. She took a deep breath and focused, forcing herself to stand up straight her professional shoes clacking against the floor as she closed the distance. “Just a little distraction on the way to the office… you know how it is.” she said dismissively; having decided to address him first before running off. Ignoring her boss… not a smart move. “Actually, I don’t. The police report came in. It’s waiting on your desk for a signature. If you want to be a hero do it on your own time.” he said. She raised her eyebrow folding her arms over her chest shifting from one foot to another. “Priority B mission.” he said thrusting the folder at her. That must have been why he was in a less than jovial mood. She took the folder holding it under her arm already slowly beginning to circle around him. Normally the two had a good working relationship and on a small handful of occasions met for a few drinks and some extra curricular activities. Given the rigid corporate environment sleeping with a subordinate was not exactly smiled upon. It gave her a little bit of leverage with him but she knew if she really tried to pull that card he would most certainly take her down with him. “Priority B? I’ll take a look at it in a minute.” she said already beginning to look away. He sighed “You know the rules, we’ve got to go over mission parameters. This is an ultralux heavy hitter.” he began. “I said in a minute okay so unless you want me pissing all over the floor meet me in my damn office in five minutes!” she snapped at him shooting him a dangerous look. That didn’t stop him from quietly snickering and raising his hands in defense. “Fine fine, five minutes.” he said, watching her walk. “Oh and get me a danish from the coffee room… no, two. I’m fucking famished.” she said rubbing her stomach. “Fuck…” she hissed under his breath clenching her fists as she quickly walked towards the bathroom. Fortunately he wasn’t in as bad of a mood as he let on, just stressed at getting a priority B mission. Her cursing might come up later but he usually let her slide except for the few times he mentioned it in her damn yearly review but that’s another story! Finally the bathroom was in sight. She had just been joking about pissing all over the floor but seeing the bathroom so close suddenly seemed to make the urge even stronger. Her bladder spasmed but she didn’t feel anything and with a burst of speed she darted forward throwing caution to the wind as she threw open the bathroom door and hurried inside. Small mercy it was empty. The door locked automatically behind her giving her the privacy to attend to her rather pressing needs. She tossed the file haphazardly onto the granite counter; her hands were already fumbling with the front of her pants as she bounced from foot to foot. The sight of the toilet right in front of her making the need to go even worse. In a swift motion she yanked down her pants accompanied by her panties letting her head lull back with a moan of relief that was shortly drown out by the gushing noisy hiss. Blissful relief and she’d made it not like the other week which still made her flush with embarrassment. Pissing through her panties as she sat on the toilet, her a grown woman of twenty-nine, a PrivSec agent no less! The coffee having stimulated another urge she gave a push and finished her morning evacuation with an unladylike series of noises. She frowned, the urge had come on so fast and the strange sensations. She was growing concerned. At first she had tried to chalk it up to coincidence… and the first doctor had told her it was just stress but these close calls and then her wet sheets. “Fuck...” she said when her eyes finally rested on the gusset of her panties. There was a telltale damp splotch and a faint wet streak that ran down the inseam of her pants. “Fuck!” she cursed again loudly slamming her fist against the wall. Tears started to well in her eyes. “What the fuck… why am I crying!” she howled even more angry than before. It took a few seconds to calm down, but she did. Wiping her eyes to stave off the unbidden tears and squirming when the bidet triggered she was ready to start her day. She approached the mirror, a news feed of various stories scrolling through down one side. The water turned on automatically and she washed her hands, meticulously drying them before straightening out her coat making sure she was composed once again. “Get it the fuck together.” She told her reflection grabbing the folder from the counter. Emelie marched out of the bathroom back towards her office, stomach growling with ravenous hunger. He was waiting for her sitting across from her desk and as requested with two pastries and another cup of coffee were waiting for her. He was holding one palm up a holographic image projecting up as he casually checked his mail whilst waiting for her. The projection faded as he heard her enter and he cleared his throat. “Good morning Em, I didn’t mean to be sharp with you it’s just well you know… priority B.” he began, flashing a charismatic smile. “Yeah yeah, just don’t make it a habit.” She teased tossing the folder onto her desk, lowering herself into her cushy office chair. “So this mission, what are doing doing?” she began, reaching for the folder as he implants synced with the holoprojectors mounted in her desk. He intercepted her movements first. Before she could open the file he put his hand on top, a look of concern on his face. “Before that…” he began somewhat hesitantly. “Are you… doing okay?” he asked. The gesture of sympathy caught her by surprise. Of course they had a close working relationship but in the office he had always kept her at an arm’s reach. Analyzing his facial expressions with her implant she looked him over for ulterior motives; concern, unease, apprehension… amusement followed by a long list of potential false positives. ‘Fucking asshole would be amused by the situation’ but perhaps that was a little harsh she thought. Likely he was doing the exact same thing, scanning her reaction. Fuck it was tempting, to just talk about what had been happening lately. It seemed he was genuinely concerned, her only worry was as her boss he might take anything she said to the medical department. “Look you don’t have to tell me anything… I just know a lot of weird stuff has been going on the past few weeks… not specifically with you I mean” He said using an innocuous euphemism. She had a feeling she knew exactly what he meant by weird stuff. She took a large bite out of one of the pastries mulling it over. He was the closest thing to a friend she had in PrivSec. It was weird, everyone seemed to at least on some level know that something was wrong… but no one was talking about it probably too embarrassed to be the first to say something. It was easier to just carry on and pretend everything was normal despite a few extra loads of laundry. Even the few times she did a quick search of the net there were no hits leaving her thinking she was the only one suffering such issues or it was just all in her head. The raven haired agent looked at him, washing down the pastry with a gulp of coffee She set the cup of aromatic caffeinated liquid down staring at it for a moment before returning her gaze to his. Narrowing her eyes she pointed at him “This doesn’t leave this room and so help me god if you laugh… I’ve already shot one person today.” She threatened with a menacing tone. He shook his head giving her a look “Who am I going to tell?” he casually brushed away her concerns. Emelie rubbed her face with her hands massaging her temples. “I’m doing… well not exactly bad but…” she began, pausing as her cheeks started to blush red with embarrassment. “Have you noticed all those stupid adverts from the PharmaTek subdivisions?” she said, seeming to suddenly nonsequitor to another topic. He gave her a confused look before it clicked. “Sort of… not really though. So much of those ads are targeted by implant id.” He said, having a vague idea of what she was talking about. “I thought it was crazy… I mean they look like baby diapers with those prints and everything. I thought what kind of self respecting woman would wear -that-.” She continued, slowly getting back to her point. “One of those bangers I ran into this morning. She was wearing one… totally pissed herself.” She said before he interjected. “Well… you did gun down her running partner in front of her with that hand cannon of yours.” He said with a chuckle which earned him a sharp look. “And I held it to her neck but that’s not the point. Sorry… I’m rambling a bit.” She said shaking her head using the momentary silence to take another bite of her pastry. “I started wetting the bed…” she finally forced herself to admit. “You… what?” he said blankly, blinking a few times. “You heard me dick, don’t make me repeat it!” She said feeling a mix of embarrassment and relief. “Once last week… and now three nights in a row.” She elaborated with a sheepish tone. It was what he had asked about but hearing it actually come from her mouth just made it seem even more outlandish. His mouth hung open slightly. “I see.” He said pensively, quickly composing himself. “Yeah… and I’ve had a few close calls during the day.” She said, the concern evident in her voice. “This morning?” he asked. She shook her head. “Not quite, close but I could have held it. I just didn’t want to risk it.” “Understandable… it could be worse though.” He said which earned him another sharp look. “How…” she said bluntly. He scratched the perfectly trimmed stubble along his square cut jaw. “I’m not going to tell you her name but another of the block managers she shit herself. Right in the middle of the Weekly Operation report meeting.” He said bluntly. Her eyes widened. “No…” she said in disbelief. “Yes… she was just sitting there fiddling with her pen taking some notes and I see her just go white as a sheet and then I heard it… and smelled it. She was shocked. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone run so fast out of one of those meetings.” He said with a chuckle. “It’s not funny!” she barked at him. “Sorry sorry.” He said defensively. “It’s not even just the bathroom issues… I’ve been so hungry lately!” she exclaimed, finishing the first pastry as if to reinforce what she’d said. “and the crying… uhg sometimes I can just feel tears starting for no reason. I just… I don’t know what I’m going to do if… this gets worse.” She confided with him. “and before you say anything I have seen a doctor. He said it was probably just stress. Which is bullshit and you know it. That’s just code for I have no idea.” She said with a wry laugh. “Now can I laugh?” he asked which brought a smile to her face. “I’ll allow it.” She said with a dismissive wave of her hand. “Well for what it’s worth I don’t think you’re alone with whatever is going on.” He said doing his best to be comforting. “That’s what I thought but… the few times I searched the net I couldn’t find anything but ads for Huggies and Pampers.” She said with an irritated shake of her head. “I mean… couldn’t they at least make them without those stupid cutesy prints!” she said. He gave her a confused look. “Nevermind…” she said embarrassed that she even knew what they looked like. “I also wanted to let you know you’ve got a mandatory physical eval today. I think it’s concerning what’s been going around all the women do. They started with the grunts earlier. I only heard about it today…” he said. She let out a pensive ‘hmm’ and opened up her messages on the holoprojector waving her hand to scroll through before seeing the invite. “Yeah… right here I’m scheduled for 9.” She said with a sigh taking another sip of coffee already eyeing her second pastry. “Thanks…” she said glancing away shyly. “But… if it’s all the same I’ve had enough talking about how I’m pissing my pants and let’s just brief me on mission details before my appointment.” Em said, getting down to business as she plucked a morsel of sweet dough from the delicious breakfast bread. “Right, of course.” He said, opening the folder revealing the papers contained within. “Client’s an ultralux which you probably already guessed.” He began, she nodded and let him continue as she worked on finishing breakfast. “Classic story, spoiled daughter gets it in her head that she wants some excitement, comes down ground level.” He covered spreading out the files on her desk. Pictures of the target, the client and her last known location. “Classic story indeed, can I guess how it ends?” she asked taking a good look at the pictures. “By all means.” He said with a gesture of his hand. “Goes to the club scenes, parties her brains out high of everything from Ozone to every Serum remix available and ends up locked in some guys basement. Now he’s trying to ransom her to daddy. How’d I do?” she asked looking up with a smirk. “Close, I’ll give you a B minus.” He joked. “First, ‘some guy’ happens to be Division Ruin. Serious players in the valley they run some serious combat grade hardware. DR management are ex higher ups from different arms manufacturers and second… we don’t think she knows she’s being ransomed. From what we can tell they’re treating her pretty good meaning…” he paused. “Once Daddy pays they’re just going to kill her.” She answered in his stead. “exactly… and third he’s an investor. So he’s given us a timetable and it’s how should we say… short.” He continued. Emelie frowned, she kicked herself for coming in late today. “On the upside Priority B means close air support if you request it and some pretty choice hardware if you want to go in loud. “I would say this kind of mission is begging for some creative infil, getting close to the higher ups and convince the target to walk right out but I don’t know that you have the time for that but… anyway like I said. Parameters are up to you, keep in mind we do have an asset in DR so try not to kill too many people. She sighed and nodded. “We’ll figure it out and get back Daddy’s little princess in one piece.” The two talked for an hour and change covering the layout of the surrounding area, strength and size of DR forces, security measures, equipment options, tactical approaches and everything else they could fit into the hour before her appointment. She ushered him out of her office so she could maybe get some answers about what was going on. The medical wing was decent walk away from her office. Wing was really more of an understatement as the PrivSec building also housed what amounted to a private hospital. “Examination room FF” she said aloud glancing over her shoulder as a bookish looking operative walked past her leaving one of the rooms on the opposite side of the hall her cheeks blushed with embarrassment. “Welcome Ms. Blackstar.” A chipper female voice called out as she opened the door and quickly shut it behind her. “Mm” she nodded. “Please, go ahead and fill out this questionnaire and then undress.” The shorter woman said. She seemed too happy for this kind of meeting probably just trying to be friendly but Emelie didn’t like her. “Right.” She responded curtly, having to remind herself that the doctor was just trying to help. Had she received any implants and been administered with the new Serum5, had she experienced any increase in appetite, increase in needing to use the restroom… and at the very bottom of the list bouts of incontinence… It was a clean sweep, a yes to every question though she felt the defensive need to clarify with the qualifiers to downplay the severity. “If I could just elaborate on some of these questions…” she asked but the woman shook her head offering a friendly smile. “Oh no that’s not necessary we appreciate your honesty and it only helps us help you!” she said taking the clipboard allowing the woman to undress. Wanting to finish as soon as possible she did as asked carefully setting her shoes aside before slipping out of her pants. Her jacket and shirt followed suit and soon she was standing there in just her light satin panties with an elegant trimming of lace along with a matching bra. “Oh, completely naked please.” The woman asked when she turned around now holding an instrument in her hand. “I’m going to sync with your implants to check your vitals if you’ll open your firewall to device ID 72fc444A.” she said continuing with that irritatingly chipper tone of voice. She sighed again thankful that the small leak from earlier had dried by now as she hooked her thumbs into her waistband and tugged her panties down her long toned thighs. Unhooking her bra shortly thereafter she stood, entirely nude in front of the woman her impressive physique on display. “Go ahead Doc, you should be able to sync now.” She said, folding her arms over her chest. “Thank you, this shouldn’t take long.” She said humming to herself as she waved the device around looking at the screen and then poked and prodded at the woman’s body. “Odd…” she noted as she went about her work. “You haven’t felt drowsy or light headed lately?” she asked idly. “No… why?” Emelie asked, her voice tinged with concern. “Well your average resting heartrate has decreased by approximately 5 beats per minute to 49 or so. Exercising more?” She commented keeping as professional as ever. Emelie just shook her head and let the woman continue. Her impressive physique was enhanced by her implants. Lengthy fibrous metal cables ran the length of her spine and branched off into the major muscle groups in her arms, legs and even into her core. The Apollyon module implanted in the base of her spine helped enhance strength through muscle density and endurance by helping the body filter out lactic acid more quickly. With an elaborate suite of sensors it was also the module the doctor was currently accessing her vital information with. “Well you’re as fit as ever.” She said making a note on the medical device. The woman stood just barely above chest height eye to eye with Emelie’s generous c cup chest. “Let me just check.” She said to herself, setting the device down and reaching out practically jabbing her freezing cold fingers against the woman’s abdomen. Her stomach showed just the faintest hint of musculature underneath a layer of supple pale skin. She flinched, grunting in surprise at the sudden sensation of the woman’s fingers jabbing against her stomach and bladder. Even worse she could feel a spasm, a sudden tickle against her nethers and then a warm rivulet of liquid running down the back of her thigh. ‘Fuck!’ she thought to herself praying the woman didn’t notice. Discussing the issues was one thing but… dribbling down her legs in front of her… that was too much! “Nng” she let out an audible groan as the woman’s fingers dug in a little harder kneading around putting more pressure on her abdomen. “My apologies for any discomfort.” She said continuing to strain and pressure her lower muscles. Her bladder spasmed again and she felt another warm gush of urine run down her legs dribbling onto the floor. “Enough of that!” she exclaimed smacking at the woman’s hand, cheeks burning bright red at having just peed in front of her. It wasn’t much but still, she was mortified! “That should conclude my examination. Thank you for your cooperation Ms. Blackstar.” The woman said. “You may use the towel on the wall to clean up.” She said as if she had been expecting her to urinate all over herself. “You performed exceedingly well and I must say I’m jealous of how you held it together when I pressure your sphincter muscles.” She spoke as the blushing woman toweled legs off. “I’ll get down to brass tax. Though we have no definite information evidence points to a unique interplay between Serum5 and our female physiology. You’re not the only one experience these symptoms an increase in urge incontinence, increased appetite and a mix of others as I am sure you are aware. Oh before you redress…” she said, stopping her just as her panties began to crest her thighs. “I have a sample for you.” She said opening a drawer tugging out a small wrapped package. “The latest in discrete incon wear. The Poise Guardian pad or if you’d prefer I have more absorbent options.” She said still keeping that same chipper tone of voice that was really beginning to irritate her. She was tempted to slap the damn thing from her hand! She needed a medical solution not a diaper! “Are you fucking kidding me!?” she finally snapped. The smaller woman recoiled slightly but stood her ground. “I understand you are frustrated but this is only a temporary solution until a more permanent course of action is presented.” She asserted. “I’m a grown woman! I’m not a child! I don’t need to go fucking traipsing around in a diaper!” she fumed. “This is ridiculous!” she continued, having lost her temper. “This isn’t a diaper!” she protested. After her little eruption the two stood silently, Emelie weighing her options. It was official… she had a problem but this… it seemed so extreme. So she had a few close calls… did she really need to resort to… this? Accepting it just felt like admitting to her weakness but at the same time… it seemed like the smart choice.
  3. So I found this online http://www.nicovideo.jp/user/101351/video . Watch a couple videos containing 'PUBG' in the title and you will understand. If anyone who understands japanese and would like to fill us in with what this is and what is happening that would be great.
  4. I recently stumbled upon these behind-the-scenes photos from the filming of Season 3 Episode 13 of "The Flash". Does anyone else think that Violett Beane is looking a little bit desperate here? http://yvrshoots.com/2016/12/shoot-the-flashs-jesse-quick-wally-west-aka-kid-flash-in-downtown-vancouver.html
  5. I wanted to post this now since she is currently online https://chaturbate.com/kayra_latin_/? I will post a picture below of her last stream where she held quite a good amount and kinda bragged about it. It was incredibly sexy. I did not see the private show.
  6. MichaelDamian

    female GF Pees Panties

    My gf went into the bathroom when I walked in from work. I sat down. A few minutes later I received this video. Things got hot when she came out. I hope y'all enjoy. Posted with her permission as always. received_2289256747972994.mp4
  7. There is a scene I watched a couple of times before. It used to be on the old Pee Movie List. It was a Brazillian show I believe, but I do not remember the title. A man and a woman are driving, I believe to visit his parents, when she is desperate. There is a long conversation about this and when they arrive, she has to spend the obligatory time saying hello. Finally, she asks where the bathroom is, runs away, and is shown using the toilet. Afterwards, she knocks some perfumes in the sink accidentally. If anyone knows what I'm talking about, is there still a link to it on Youtube? Something with English subtitles would be even better.
  8. MasterXploder

    Bowsette's Bursting Bladder Blunder (2/2)

    Bowsette hadn't expected her bladder would shrink so much after the transformation. (Credit to Ronyo for posting this in the chat, and Nikeryda for locating the source)
  9. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5a605ad9bfaf9 This is the link. If this has been posted before, my apologies. I diligently seek this type stuff all the time and I don't recall seeing this one. Notice the scene that starts at 1:16, and how the pee explodes in her cute panties, and drills the floor spashing! Now, that's erotic!
  10. Hey peeps, does anyone else have any more danipicas videos they could upload to the site? I've uploaded a fair few of them myself but sadly never got around to buying anymore of them. Since she just up and left and closed her store theres now no way to aquire them anymore. We cant lose such amazing content. I'd love to see if anyone else has any more to share... obviously different to the ones that have already been uploaded. Thank you in advance.
  11. Well, last night, being Friday, my husband and I went out with friends and had a good number of drinks. Once we got home, we worked our way through a couple more drinks, and I got myself good and plastered. My hubby took good care of me (and was significantly less drunk), he made sure I was changed into a diaper before bed, being well aware of my tendency to wet the bed when I've had a few too many. A couple of weeks ago I got a big cushy pack of Rearz Lil' Monsters Diaper and the pack was sitting around. Now normally when I'm drinking and a bedwetting risk, my hubby will just help me pull on a Goodnite, but not last night. I asked him this morning and he said that I wasn't cooperating with the pullup and also that I had a bunch of water before bed and didn't use the toilet, which made him worry that I might wet more than once. My heart swelled when he told me this, because, well, it just seemed like he had adopted a daddy role, and the thought he put into keeping me dry made me feel like a special little girl. He also put down our Peepod pad, just in case. https://rearz.ca/lil-monsters-diapers/ Well, this morning I woke up absolutely soaked. My sleep had been filled with diaper and wetting dreams - a series of very hot fantasies, with lots of wettings and embarrassing incidents. The big bulky Lil' Monster diaper I was wearing was completely soaked, and there as a considerable wet spot on the pad. I was wearing nothing but the diaper, and my legs and hips were wet with pee. I was very groggy in the morning, but remember telling my hubby "I made my monsters into sea monsters... no, into pee-monsters." I undid the diaper and immediately went into the shower. Here is the diaper and wet pad. Hope you all have a great weekend! Rach p.s. The diapers look adorable but they fit very big and also the tapes were not very sticky by morning (though I did like soak it at least twice), and it leaked in between my legs. These are not the best diapers for keeping the bed dry, but great for padding about the house as a little.
  12. What is your favourite video you masturbate to when watching it. This is mine. https://www.omorashi.org/files/file/1135-awesome-russian-drinking-and-holding/?tab=comments#comment-3647
  13. Hello. Yesterday I tried to upload some Dani Picas videos. Two appeared to make it onto the system. Further attempts to upload were unsuccesful. I need some help. Do I need to ask for permission before posting? Do posted videos have to be approved? Is there a quick guide on how to upload videos? Any help appreciated. Also, I'd like to delete the post I made but can't see how to do that. Thanks.
  14. Blackheart

    Hedge Magic

    Hey there folks. Thought I might try something a little new. Let me know what you think, I'll try to make this an ongoing story. Hedge magic. Witchcraft. Words that conjure gnarled hags picking through viscera for bloody portents, or souring milk, or stealing children. In some parts of the world, Kindra supposed, they could’ve been true. But here, in Brightbow, they were far more mundane. Her elegant, slight hand swirled a liquid in a round glass with steady precision, one hand on a mixing rod, the other’s fingers twirling in tandem near the candleflame below it. If you didn’t know better, you might dismiss it as idle gesticulation. But Kindra was a witch. And the magic she wove through her fingers danced with the fire, cajoled it. Coerced it. Contained it. Caroused with it. You see, magic doesn’t make things out of thin air – or, at least, if it did, it was for war wizards and archmages and other fantastical nonsense dreamed up by nobles in castles far away. “Magic works with the natural world,” she intoned, her voice focused but inviting. Teaching is an invitation, after all. “You can’t make it do things that natural world doesn’t want to. But if you ask nicely,” she said, turning her hand as if asking the flame to dance, “Maybe take the world for a turn and a tussle, put a little of yourself into the world for it, and it’ll step right alongside you in its own way. A little like a boy one fancies.” Her sharp, green eyes slid sideways, and her tanned, angular face held the hint of a smile. “Or girl, as fancy may go.” Her audience, a curved and enregetic woman just coming into the word, blinked, then blushed and looked down slightly. Curly hair that played with gravity and the wind fell across her face and she brushed it away. She seemed nervous and fidgety, Kindra realized. She might have been, though that wasn’t all of it, she was sure. Wren had been her apprentice for all of three days so far, given over to the village’s witch when it was discovered she had the spark after waking up from sleep with the floorboards of her family’s house suddenly springing new growth. Kindra had been trying to get the youth out of her shell for all that time, with…disappointing amounts of success. In all fairness, however, being disowned by your family and left with the town’s dirty secret wouldn’t be easy for anyone. People might live next door to magickers here. They might even respect them. They certainly sought her help. But Kindra almost never received an invitation to dinner. “But what…About what happened at my h…My family’s house?” Wren’s voice was melodic, resonant in its low timbre and tinkling at higher pitch. Entrancing, the way wind chimes called. Kindra knew that would be a prime manifestation of the girl’s powers, at some point. Could feel the way she demanded attention, without ever knowing it. The witch nodded slowly, giving some thought about how to respond as the liquid in the bowl finished its transition to a rich indigo. She put the mixing rod down, and slowly, moving in such a way as to let her apprentice see everything she did, closer her hand over the fire. Wren gasped quietly, expecting Kindra to cry out in pain, but when she opened her hand in front of the younger woman, there danced the flame, contained just above the witch’s hand. “There are many magics, Wren. Many ideas in how they work, many thoughts in how they should work,” she murmured, focused in concentration and fascination as she made the little candlelight dance. “What I will teach you, and what I hope you learn, is that magic that springs from life. We look at forests, and see trees. But what you don’t see is that the trees live together, work together. Mushrooms talk through the soil, and the trees listen. And the animals call their own councils.” Kindra snuffed the flame, and adjusted her shawl to cover her more, the sudden chill from sustaining the fire making her shiver. Wren was quick – had watched her teacher in each move with intense dark eyes that drank her up. “Rocks and sand cleanse the river, and the river cuts channels for life to grow anew. It is called symbiosis. And this magic is good, because it works to better each of us. Even when you don’t necessarily know the answer to a problem, knowing the laws and lore that guide you will help you create something good in the world.” Wren sat, rapt, if still fidgeting. The girl obviously had to release her water, and badly, though she was enthralled by Kindra’s words, her teaching. A girl in a town like this rarely gets an education, and a mind like hers ate it up. The witch was looking forward to what came next, but she needed Wren to understand this. “When we don’t think about our magic, or the consequences of our actions, we may not foresee its costs. Magic cannot create something from nothing, and your expression of it had its own costs. Your floorboards sprang to life, and the tree outside your family’s home dropped dead the next day. The energy of life or other sources,” she said, returning the fire to the oil lamp she had stolen it from, “fuels these interactions.” Wren nodded sagely, though Kindra was sure she didn’t fully appreciate the meaning of the message. Without living some life, one couldn’t. Of course, the preparations involved in today’s ritual probably didn’t help. Wren shifted from foot to foot, obviously distracted. Bless her though, she certainly was trying. The witch smiled. “We’ll talk more of this again, for it is the most importance lesson you must, yet will never truly, learn. Today, we’ll be learning more of the magic that is profession. You’ve been very patient, especially given the circumstances. I assume you need to…?” She let the question trail off, drinking deeply of the situation. “Yes, mistress. I really, really need to go,” Wren said with a tremble in her voice, a catch in her breath. She briefly held her hand to her forbidden place, the creases and crinkles of the younger woman’s dress outlining her hips. Kindra could feel a heat rising in her body. The apprentice continued: “What are we doing, exactly?” “Just call me Kindra, dear one. You learn from me, and we learn together. I teach you not for my gain, but for ours.” Kindra turned, stepping toward the apprentice. “Unlike the more cosmopolitan centers of the kingdom, access to medicines, comforts, and even friendship and companionship are more difficult to come by out in the provinces. As a witch, you represent each of us who engage in magic. You are the guardian of the arcane energies here, and of the people too. We provide herbs and care for those who need it. For example, I provide the poultices and tinctures to the midwives that help women in labor. The medicinals that keep infants and children alive. Which is where this draught comes in.” “But I’m not pregnant, Kindra,” said Wren in confusion, “Well, maybe with water.” She giggled, then groaned, slipping a hand between her legs. Wren was so focused on not peeing that she didn’t notice Kindra’s eyes watching in hunger. “True. But there is a side effect to preserving life. It means that families need fewer children, for fewer will be lost to violence, disease, or famine. And so I aid there as well. This is called nightharbor, Wren. It causes the hormonal cycle – what this village calls a woman’s ‘red days’ – to falter and reset, to make her barren for a season. It causes no harm when taken in your state, for you have the fluid to quickly wash it from your body.” Kindra gazed on Wren’s curved body, fidgeting below her dress, the girl’s legs flexing in response to her need. She felt her heartbeat, subtly timed with intensity, felt her vulva become wet. “As you learn, you will experience each of what I have to teach you, so that you can understand how it affects others. You must know the experience, to be able to provide it.” She held the small bowl out to Wren, who took it with trepidation. “Will it…I don’t know…Will it hurt?” Wren took the bowl and looked at it nervously. She wasn’t at an age that often sought out the services of one such as Kindra. Usually it was mothers already having passed the gauntlet; those with some experience who knew what they wanted. “No, no,” Kindra laughed in a short, kindly way. Chimes against the wind. “The draught infuses your system, takes the part of us that builds toward a Quickening, and causes us to cease it. We pass this part through our water, none the worse for wear. Though it may make the process of watering a little faster,” she smiled, mischief dancing in her eyes. Wren nodded. “Nothing to it then but to drink, right?” Removing her hand from her crotch, she held the bowl with both. With a deep, slow breath, she drained the nightharbor. Kindra knew from experience that the effect was subtle but fairly rapid. It slipped toward the stomach, coursing like a river, where it would spread into the blood. It drew not only the excess hormones, but some of the toxins one might find in civilization. Drew it to the kidneys, where it would flood the bladder. With enough liquid, of course, it caused not harm. No harm, except… Suddenly Wren slammed her legs together with a gasp. There was, of course, the issue that the liquid drew itself into the bladder quickly, adding a great deal of volume all at once. For some, the desperation became almost immediately unbearable. For Wren, it was too much. “I…I can’t –.” And Kindra watched as the girl took a couple of steps toward the door, trying to get outside, before she bent over, holding on for dear life. Immediately a blast of golden liquid erupted from Wren’s forbidden place, spurting against the floor. She tried to stop it, but the tap wouldn’t close, and she gushed urine down her legs, soaking her dress. In an afterthought, the younger woman pulled her dress out of the way, revealing a soaked and yellowing white cloth covering her nether regions. Almost involuntarily, she spread her legs and squatted slightly, giving in to her biological need. Pee poured out of her in a fountain, running down her legs in rivulets, puddling on the wooden floors. A subtle groan emanated from Wren in relief and – Kindra at least liked to fantasize – pleasure at the relief. On and on she went, her own bladder in addition to the draught’s contents creating a small lake. Eventually, it trickled off, though it continued to drip from her for some time. It looked at though Wren had given up holding on, just trying to empty herself. When she finally stopped, the silence was deafening. Kindra watched Wren’s breaths, hard and deep from the exertion. After what felt like several minutes, the younger woman spoke. “Did you know that would happen?” Kindra blinked, broken from the spell. Dripping from her vulva. Desperately wanting to touch herself. But committed to her apprentice’s needs. “I…Yes. It…It is one of several possible side effects, though none of them are long-,” she paused as another burst of liquid poured from Wren, the younger woman pushing to empty herself with a deep sound. “Long…Term. I’m sorry.” A breath. A pause. Wren glanced at her with an inscrutable look. “I bet you are,” she said, sarcasm leeched through. Caught off-guard, Kindra scrambled. “I…I won’t make you experience something I won’t experience myself. I will teach you the nightharbor. And…And you can give it to me.” Silence echoed within the witch’s home as she waited her apprentice’s answer. She hoped she hadn’t gone too far. Had she? But Wren only smiled, a smile Kindra would come to know meant mischief.
  15. Alex Oxford

    female The FaceTime

    So, as I’m sure many of you here can relate, I’m a big fan of the pee dance. Like, a big fan. For me, it’s not desperation unless there’s a little bit of restlessness; and when a pretty girls bladder is full to the point she’s physically dancing around to keep from peeing herself..... ugh, it’s awesome. With that said, I was very fortunate to have a girlfriend awhile back who, not only was accepting of my fetish, but also indulged me on a regular basis. We’ll call her Abby. She was a curvy latin girl, with curves in the right places. Most of my favorite experiences are with her, and she did some crazy stuff for me that I kno you will all appreciate hearing about. As she found out the specifics of what made me tick, Abby began to actually target my fetish to arouse me. She’s get in the car after work, and tell me how bad she had to pee during the day. She farted of casually, occasionally throwing out an account of desperation here and there that I could save for later. But one day, things escalated. I was messaging her on Snapchat, asking what she was doing. The coversating went something like this- Abby: Just hanging out at home. Just got back from work, kinda have to pee. Me: 😏 Abby: Is there something you’re trying to say? 😏 Me: How desperate are you, on a scale of 1- 10? Abby: Ehhh, like a 5 or 6. I could probably hold it a little longer. Me: Well maybe you should 😉 Abby: You really want me to? Me: Duh 😉 Abby: You’re lucky I like you 😉 Me: Lol wait I was just kidding 😂 Abby: Nah, I’m gonna hold it, maybe i’ll See what all the hype is about 😂 So she did. We chatted on and off throughout the evening, and she apparently continued to hold. After awhile, I had to ask, because it was killing me inside.... Me: So how you holding up? Abby: Well I’m almost done cleaning my room. Me: No not that, the pee thing. Abby: Oh, silly. I’m pretty uncomfortable actually, I have to pee pretty bad. Me: How bad? Abby: Like an 8 or 9, I’m probably going to go pee soon. Me: You could hold it a little longer 😉 Abby: Yeah but not by much.... I was drooling at this point. Unfortunately I wasn’t there to see it, but I needed details. So I got bolder. Me: Are you dancing around? Abby: Dancing? Me: Yeah, you know, the dance you do when you really have to pee? 😉 Abby: I guess you could say that 😉 Me: What are you wearing? Abby: Well, I’m actually wearing this cute dress. It’s really frilly. Me: So, what does your dance look like?..... Abby: You want me to describe it for you? Me: It would actually be awesome if you did that ❤️ Abby: Well, I’m cleaning my room trying to keep busy, but it’s not doing much to distract me at this point. I’m crossing my legs when I’m standing still, and I kind of twirl my hips back and forth so my dress flies around a little bit. Me: Are you stepping from foot to foot? 😉 Abby: A little bit, it helps actually. Me: You should show me, through Snapchat 😜 Abby: You really want me to? 😂 I look like a doofus. Me: Well I think you look hot as hell. She was silent for a moment. About 10 minutes actually. I was aroused as all hell, and I wanted to see something I’d never seen in person. Abby: You’re lucky I like you, and I will do his for you. But just know, this is one of the weirdest things you’ve ever asked me to do. Me: You don’t have to if you dont want to, I don’t want to pressure you.... Abby: No no, it’s just, it’s not something I’ve been comfortable sharing before. I usually go pee by now. Me: Well if it’s any consolation to you, I don’t think you’re weird for pee dancing. Abby: Geeeee thanks 😂 She sent me a series of pictures of her crossing her legs, bent over, biting er lip, with a hand in the crotch of er dress. It seemed like she was warming up to it, but it wasn’t until she sent me a short 10 second video that I knew she was really feeling it. The video was of her, dancing in place, with a hand gripping her dress, as she smiled and giggled on camera, while simultaneously trying not to pee herself. At the end of the video, she whispered, “is this what you wanted?” I was ecstatic. She was getting into it, despite being uncomfortable. She was teasing me, and keeping herself from peeing because I asked her. Damn, I was in heaven. Me: That was incredible. Abby: Did you like my high knees? 😉 I really have to pee, it helps me keep it in. Me: Maybe I could help you keep it in? Abby: How would you do that? 😉 Well, it was worth a shot. Why the hell not. Me: How about FaceTime? Abby: Ummmmmm.... Me: Only if you’re comfortable..... Abby: It’s not that. It’s just, I won’t e able to keep my phone steady. I’m dancing in front of my bathroom rn, I have to pee sooooo bad. Me: All the more reason you need my help huh? 😉 Abby: Lol 😂 okay, only if you promise to help 💀 Me: YEAH SURE I’M THE GUY. Silence. For maybe 10 more minutes. Another 5 minutes. Another 5. I was a little disappointed, as I thought she had peed. But all of a sudden.... ”Abby would like to FaceTime” *DING* There she was, standing in front of her full body mirror, dancing in front of her mirror while filming herself. ”I’m so sorry!!!” She apologized, “As I was coming back up the stairs, my mom stopped me and asked me to do the dishes....” ”Oh god, that must’ve been torture!” ”Oh it was,” she said in a sultry voice, crossing her legs and bobbing in place, “I started leaking a little bit. I was dancing and prancing and crossing my legs. Ugh, I almost wet myself.” She sneered as she coaxed me into irresistible arousal. “Are you still wet?” I asked, entranced. ”Oh definitely, most of my pee is sill in my bladder, slosssshing around....” she giggled, going into a curtsy as she hit her lip. I was speechless. I’d never seen anything like this before, an I felt like a king. She noticed the look of satisfaction on my face, and couldn’t help but capitalize on this moment to patronize me a little. ”You know, if you want, you can.... get off to me while I’m desperate.” She suggested. ”How about.... you don't get to pee till I finish?” I said mischievously. ”YOURE A BASTARD!” She cried I’ve the phone, dancing still, “But okay. Make it fast though, I don’t want to pee myself!” As you can imagine, I took my sweet ass time. She continued dancing and swaying and squirming on live feed, and I continued to pretend like I was going to get off in the next minute. She was swaying her ass back and forth, bobbing up and down, and stepping from foot to foot. My intention was, being the little shit that I am, to push her to the point she would be wetting herself. But she was doing too good a job of coaxing me.... ”Babe, I’m leaking, it’s coming down my legs. Are you almost done? I can’t stand still, my bladder is sooooo full....,” and then she crossed her legs, bit her lip, and whispered, “I’m going to have an accident.....” Needless to say, it was over pretty soon after that, and she couldn’t help but notice. ”There, I win. Time to peeeee!” ”Nononono wait wait-“ *CLICK* I laid on my bed, utterly dumbfounded, and quietly satisfied. My phone vibrated- Abby: I needed that 😉 Me: Me too 😉 Abby: You have no freaking idea how lucky you are. No actually, I did. I was hella lucky, a lot luckier than I’d been in awhile. For the duration of my relationship with her, I remained this lucky. She held for me in public on a number of occasions and would frequently share her desperation stories with me. Being lactose intolerant, there were a number of occasions where she indulged me in a “different” kind of account, very vividly. More than one pair of shorts came very close to being utterly and irreplaceabley desecrated on a number of occasions, either accidentally, or intentionally. I’ll definitely have to tell you about that sometime.
  16. With the turn of the new year I figured it was time to start working on writing again. I haven't actually finished a single piece of work in quite a while (over a year) and now that interactive stories are taking off I wanted to try my own hand at one. This story takes place in my own universe, a land where magic is rare and dark forces stalk the world. Players will be taking control of Franziska Audenveil, an adventurer who has traveled to the eastern country of Serkaine hoping to free the island of Oldengrad from a mysterious and deadly curse. To get us started, there are three backgrounds available for Franziska that will help shape her history and abilities, as well as how she is perceived in the world. So let's begin! And I apologize in advance if my writing seems a bit underwhelming...like I said: it's been a long while since I did this. I would also like to thank a few people from this site who have encouraged me to take the plunge and try putting my writings and world back out there. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Backgrounds Select a background for Franziska. Her chosen background will shape her history and abilities in combat. Travelling Healer You were in Orientia during the great plague. You stood at the grand hospital of Vetalli as sickness ran rampant through the city, all the while risking your own life to ensure the lives of others. You are no stranger to disease or disaster. Your knowledge of healing magic and alchemy were not learned in the confines of a fancy academy. They were learned first-hand through methods that make even the toughest men shudder. Now, you wander the free lands, putting your years of medical knowledge to good use, aiding the sick and the poor. Abilities Healing Surge: You call upon the divine of Mercy to cure an ally of injuries, ailments, or stress. Inflict Illness: You manipulate your own magic, inflicting the symptoms of a deadly disease upon an enemy. Medicine Kit: Using a combination of ingredients and magical energy, you can create healing potions, salves, or tonics. Experienced Healer: Your years of training in medicine and psychology allow you to diagnose illnesses or mental issues and cure minor injuries such as a cut or scrape without proper supplies. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Monster Hunter You have hunted the undead, rogue spirits and even demons. You are a force to be reckoned with, combining a deadly duo of melee and magic. Your childhood was spent under the banner of the Selkava, the monster hunters of the east. Countless hours spent out in the freezing cold as you hoped to hone your swordsmanship, as well as mastering powerful blood magic. You departed the Selkava on the eve of your twelfth year of birth, heading out into the unknown lands, seeking out new evils and challenges. Abilities Blood barrier: You call upon your blood magic, sacrificing your own life force to create a magical barrier to protect yourself and your allies. Blood chain: You call upon your blood magic, using your own blood and magic to form a magical chain that pulls in enemies. Demon Gaze: You call upon your blood magic, seeking out the presence of any being that possesses blood magic. Monster Specialist: You can identify most types of demons, aberrations or horrors and the means to deal with them. You can also craft special bombs and potions to aid in combat. In addition your experience with dark forces makes you more resistant to stress or mental breakdowns. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Uncharted Witch You have studied the outer realms, learning their powers and secrets for your own gain. You spent your early years on the run, a rogue mage hunted relentlessly by the Magic Arcanum. Your family refused to be bound to their rules, taking refuge with a group of mages known as the uncharted. It was with these mages that you studied the outer realms and trained yourself in forbidden magic, learning to manipulate the elements, the minds of your foes, and even the world around you. Now you wander the world as a drifter, seeking out more forbidden magic. Abilities Ethereal Walk: You warp the world around you, allowing you or an ally to walk outside of your plane and become invincible for a short time. Elemental Rune: You call upon the elements, summoning a fire/water/wind/earth rune near you. The rune will explode when something steps over it or can be detonated by it’s caster. Control Creature: You summon your spirit into a nearby creature, dominating it’s mind and taking control of it. This ability will not work on strong creatures and exposure to dark magic or corruption puts you at risk of mental issues. Magical Font: Your knowledge and connection to the arcane realms allows you to cast an additional ability once. You are also capable of wielding a fireball/ice blast/wind strike/earth smash in your off-hand
  17. Fulfilling a request from one of our members, Alisha pees on her bed on purpose in this video. We always love it when we get requests for videos. Especially when they are reasonable requests that we can actually pull off. Unfortunately, as it turns out, we aren’t all that good at fulfilling user requests all the way, but at least we tried, right? Here is the original request that we based this video on- Now, we were successful with having Alisha pee on the bed; that part worked out okay. As for the rest of it, we kinda dropped the ball. For one thing, by the time we had got around to shooting this scene, Alisha had already peed in all of her jeans that she had brought with. So instead of jeans, she is wearing light-colored work pants. We also failed when it came to the requested dialog. Sosha, who was resting on the top bunk, was in a snarky mood and kept interrupting Alisha as she tried to do the video. As a result, the dialog wasn’t anything close to what was requested. The final way we screwed up this request is that Alisha ended up peeing on the bed while sitting, not on her hands and knees as requested. We did try to have her on her hands and knees, but doing this scene on the bottom bunk there just wasn’t enough room. After Alisha pees on the bed and then, even though it wasn’t part of the request, takes off her pants and wet underwear. She lays down on the wet bed naked, then proceeds to masturbate as Sosha watches from the top bunk.
  18. Desperate to pee in the car, Sosha frantically searches for a place to pull over so she can relieve herself. Will she make it? Well, sort of… We get to ride along with Sosha in this video as she is driving while desperate to pee. The narrow forest road doesn’t offer much in the way of areas to pull over, so she has no choice but to try to hold on until she finds a place to stop. Eventually, she does find a place to pull off the road, but her bladder is at its limit. She bursts out of the car and runs into the bushes to relieve herself, and we follow after her. A moment later when we catch up we find that she has just started to wet herself. Apparently, she had some trouble getting her shorts unfastened and couldn’t hold back the flood. Sosha is absolutely humiliated to be wetting herself. She tries her best to hide the rapidly growing wet patch on her denim shorts and cover her face to hide from the camera, but we persist after her. There is no way she can really hide that she had an accident. Embarrassed, she reacts with anger as she tries to hide from the camera and storms off.
  19. (Well, this is just a random story I wrote. Been playing one of my OCs again and wanted to write something about them. Would do something a bit more plot and character related but…council. Art for reference: https://www.dropbox.com/s/10d4een7p5zzp35/The%20Red%20Knight.jpg?dl=0) The Red Knight(Whom I will often be calling Red for simplicity.) was nervous. This was her first attempt at leading herself. She and Robin were pupils to the master tactician Travis, part of his four person squad that served the Omega and his goals. Normally he lead lead the squad on missions, his powerful control of the battlefield keeping them all alive. But as one of his two tacticians in training, she had to learn to do it as well. At least she couldn’t do worse than Robin, she figured. The man had destroyed his foes, but his leadership left a bit to be desired. He almost seemed to delight in throwing his units in situations they barely escaped, leaving the unit with six heavily injured soldiers, two lightly injured, and only two healthy. Robin had done most of the work himself, his physical protection rather than guidance keeping the soldiers from outright dying. She promised herself she would do better. Today it was just her and the ten women that formed the mercenary group they were currently working with. Tyra, the elder blue dragon who opposed Tiamat for control of the chromatics, was off battling the mother of dragons. Her adopted daughter, Jill, originally Tiamat’s daughter and a massive red dragon who had taken the Red Knight’s master as her mate, was with her. She couldn’t help but feel jealous when she thought of the red. She had vied for her master’s attention before, but he did not seem interested in placing it on a student. Every time Jill kissed him, or greeted him with one of her powerful hugs, she burned with jealousy. All she got was friendly greetings and the usual advice. Pushing her absent companions out of her mind for now, she turned to face her squad. They were lined up, geared up and ready to go. Scanning down the line of mercenaries, Red nodded in approval. “Alright ladies, here’s the plan. Our job is to destroy the shadow sources so the Omega can hold the zone. We’ve done this before, should be a routine job. I’ll be leading this time. I may not do as well as Travis, but I’ll do a better job than Robin did.” At that several of the women grinned. “We’re ready when you are commander.” One of the mercs, Carissa, said. She was one of the more experienced woman, and wore heavy scale armor with a pair of battleaxes at her sides and long, light brown hair down to her shoulders. The Red Knight nodded and concentrated. Her mind washed over the team, and she could feel all of their emotions, all of their conditions. She was the battlefield. The team turned and vanished in one concerted teleport, appearing on a field of semisolid shadow. Three glowing nexus’s floated above the ground around the area, and a variety of shadow creatures already stalked the ground. “Go!” she shouted into everyone’s minds, and they were off. Red felt her chess pieces flood onto the battlefield, spectral images of herself in different uniforms standing guard over her teammates and flitting about the battlefield, shadows of glowing red energy. First, she took stock of all her troops. Carissa was at the vanguard, both axes drawn as she leaped upon a shadowy humanoid. Her axes tore into its essence with ease, the magical weapon tearing shadow like flesh. Right behind her was Diana, an exceptionally tall and supremely arrogant blonde. She wore heavy plate armor, but it barely seemed to slow her. “Try to keep up!” she shouted as she dodged past Carissa, bringing her greatsword to bear against the flank of a massive shadowy worm, a powerful blow driving into its flank. She could feel the warrior was…nervous!? and almost laughed aloud. Now that she was keeping everyone’s statuses, she could see Diana’s true colors. The warrior had already shit herself a bit as she waited for the battle to start, nervous about going into combat again after her serious injury under Robin. Stifling her laughter, she ignored the small lump in the blonde’s pants only she could sense and moved to the next merc. Alesha was next to engage. She held a broadsword tightly in both hands, studded leather armor showing off her curves while giving a bit of protection to complement her mobility, long red hair flaring out behind her as she moved. She danced between the legs of a Titanic shadow, blade cutting out again and again. Once again, the enchanted equipment had a noticeable effect, gashes tearing in the flesh of the shadows legs. It seems her attempts to hamstring it simply wounded it more, however. Anna spun forward after her, her glistening black crystal plate armor radiating fear, her brilliant red hair trialing out the bottom of her helm . It did little good against the shadows, however, and luckily didn’t affect her allies, so she simply resorted to bringing her massive hammer spinning around into the side of the nightmare worm’s maw, joining Diana in attempting to slay the beast. A trio of women were next. Cyan, Cyril, and Cyrene. They all had matching short black hair, and each wore matching chainmail armor, the links glistening mithral. The shortest of them wielded two daggers, one glistening with fire and the other with cold. The middle sister wielded two scimitars, both hissing with acid. The last had a pair of green, glowing arms sprouting from her side, the psionic limbs supporting a pair of dual wielded greatswords that crackled with lightning and thunder, respectively. They moved in unison, the Cyrene, who stood almost as tall as Diana, let the Cyril take her shoulders. Cyan leaped onto hers in turn, and together they launched the smallest sister into the air, sending her crashing into a massive flying shadow. Her daggers dug deep, and she pulled, the best careening towards the ground into the other two’s reach, and they fell upon it. Luna, an archer, stayed back beside the red knight, her white hair long down her back and her body protected by pure black leather armor, enchanted with stealth. It didn’t matter against the shadows, however, and she simply raised her bow and sent a shower of sparkling arrows flying towards another flying shadow, the trail a bright light in the darkness of the realm. A pair of blue haired mages brought up the rear. Both wore their dark blue hair long down their back, dressed in matching red robes and carrying matching black staves. Only their eye colors differentiated, Mina’s eyes a bright green while Mila’s were a light brown. They unleashed waves of magic over the mercenaries, hastening their movements before opening up with spells of light and fire, the shadowy enemies immune to the more effective methods of magical disablement, paralysis and mind control. She could also feel Mila was desperately full and almost groaned. The mage should have gone beforehand if she was so desperate. With everyone’s status accounted for, the whole train of thought taking only a moment, Red moved to engage. Energy flared to life around her, and her whole body glowed with red energy, her sword shifting from metal to pure energy in an instant. She advanced down the middle of the enemies, past her troops, and engaged another titanic shadow. Leaping into the air, powered by a flow of air, she struck its arm and cut clean through, severing the limb. She felt herself stabilize in the air, and rolled in midair, avoiding its other swinging arm. Pushing off of the air she lashed out with psionic power, a shadowy flyer coming at her falling to the ground in pain as she blasted it with a combination of psionic energy and magical fire. Feeling the rush of both magic and psionics flowing full force through her veins, she casually raised her sword and caught the nightmare’s returning arm on it, severing it off and leaving the creature armless. Spurring forward in a burst of psychic emery, she drove her blade through its face, the massive monster dissolving into shadowy essence. With her free hand she raised a shield of arcane energy, catching the powerful cone of icy death launched her way and absorbing it into more energy. Emboldened, she leaped for a worm, but it dived into the ground. Turning, she raised her sword high, and brought it down with a brilliant flash of power, red energy engulfing one of the shadowy nexus’s and obliterating it. Her attention was tugged away for a moment, however, and she realized the perils of maintaining a collective with a group of warrior women. Diana hacked away at the worm in front of her, Anna working on its opposite side and forcing it to keep turning in an attempt to catch ones of them. She was unprepared for the hand that reached down and grasped her. One of the giant shadows had flickered from its position across the shadowy field and appeared beside her. She felt her strength start to drain as its ghostly hand scooped her up in its giant grip, and she let out a scream of fear. Her body went limp and her bladder trembled uncontrollably, leak after leak of pee soaking into her undergarments. Dropping her greatsword, he quickly lost complete control, streams of urine soaking her legs and armor and falling from her, yellow streams cascading down from the giant’s grip. Red’s piece was there, however, and it phased through the giant’s hand, pulling her free and dropping her swiftly and safely to the ground. The giant tried to attack, but roared in pain as a prismatic beam slammed into its side, knocking it backward in a dazzle of rainbow energy. Her bowels were trembling but under control, though she barely had time to breathe a sigh of relief and get her fingers around the hilt of her fallen sword before she looked up and yet out another girly, fearful shriek. The maw of the giant worm she and Anna had been fighting was bearing down on her. It looked badly injured but it was still going to eat her. She let out a mewling whimper more appropriate to a scared little girl than to her massive frame and desperately threw her hands in the way as fear coursed through her. A lout pbblltt sounded as she violently shit herself, dark mush flooding into her underwear and then into her armor as her body forcefully expelled its waste. The smell and sound were both awful and unmistakable. Then end never came, however. Anna lunged forward, massive hammer cracking into the side of the worm’s head and sending it flying to the side, collapsing into a pile of shadowy essence and spiraling away. She turned to Diana, a slightly amused but sympathetic grin on her face, and held out a hand to help her up. Diana sniffled, wiping back the start of tears, and took her hand, letting Anna pull her to her feet. The black armored redhead patted the blonde’s back, and Diana composed herself to head back into the fray. The Red Knight could feel the fear flowing through Diana, the release of her control. It was all she could to do keep control herself, groaning as she doubled over and pushed a small lump of poo into her formerly pristine red panties. Steeling herself, she fought off the rest of the mental assault and lowered her connection to the others a bit. Preparing herself for further attacks, she stood up again, wincing as the lump of poo moved around in her panties. She turned towards the second nexus and sprinted for it, but a shadowy spider the size of an elder dragon rose up in her way, and she skidded to a halt. Her heart was pounding, and she felt a trickle of pee flow down her leg, this time not from someone else’s leak. Cursing under her breath, she watched as it raised its massive leg and took a swipe at her. She leaped forward, dodging the limbs blow and attaching herself to its side, running up the massive limb. When she neared the top, however, it brought another limb swinging up, and the spider’s blow hit her head on. The red energy around her flickered, her powerful barrier absorbing the blow. It faltered, but held fast, and the spider’s leg was deflected away with a screech of pain. The blow rocked her, however, and she could feel a distinct dampness in her panties telling her she had leaked more. Angrily raising her sword, she went straight for its head. Her pieces were still defending the squad, but her lapse in control spread like a wildfire. It was a result of the connection that they hadn’t expected, with both Travis and Robin being male and immune to the overactive bodily functions women suffered in battle. Mila suffered the effects of Red’s leak first, doubling over with a grunt as she pushed a log into her panties. Her desperation was too much to contain with the sudden urge to release. “Mila look out!” Mina shouted as a massive shadowy bird dived towards her sister. Mina tackled Mila to the ground, clearing her from the bird’s path, but its shadowy claws snatched her up. Her bladder was already eager for release and a golden cascade fell down on her sister as Mina was scooped up. Mila felt herself get thrown down and let out a pained sound, groaning as she pushed another log into her panties, involuntarily forcing more out with the impact. She was peeing now as well, desperate to get everything out. Her red robe was horribly stained, but she was shaken from her stupor when Mina’s pee soaked the upper portions of her dress. Concentrating, she forcibly pushed a third log into her panties, then looked up and cast a powerful spell, the shadowy bird turning to pure ice. Seeing that Mina was free, she bore down again, trying to finish wetting and messing her dress as quickly as possible. Everything pooled beneath her where she sat, and she realized this would be a bit too much of a mess for prestidigitation. Mina landed on her feet beside Mila with grace, her feather fall spell gently setting her on the ground. She wrinkled her nose in disgust at her sister’s accident. “I told you you should have gone beforehand.” She scolded. From across the battlefield she heard a massive roar, and turned bright red as she let out a fearful whimper and a blast of hot, liquid mess. The back of her dress darkened, and with the roar, Red’s influence, and the sound of her sister messing herself beside her, she couldn’t hold it back. Another wave of hot muck sprayed out, overwhelming her panties and dress completely and dripping down her legs. She held a horrified expression as a noisy fart escaped her, and then another, longer burst of diarrhea exploded down her legs, liquid poo puddling beneath her as she continued to helplessly shit herself. Luna ran, turning and firing a desperate arrow occasionally. With the others occupying the larger creatures, she found herself being swarmed by every single one of the tiny humanoids. Red’s chess pieces had intercepted many blows, but she had taken several, and she was getting tired. It seemed there was no end to these things. Suddenly, the swarm vanished. She paused, confused. Suddenly she heard a sound and turned. The whole swarm was behind her, using the same blinking some of the others had used. They were on her in an instant. She desperately removed her bowstring, slamming a few creatures back with her bow like a quarterstaff, but soon she was overwhelmed. She felt her essence start to drain into the shadow and panic completely overtook her body. She looked up into the eerily grinning face of a shadow and helplessly lost all control. Pee soaked her black leather armor, not very noticeable but leaving every inch of her bottom soaked. The back bulged out as a large lump of poo forced its way into her tight armor, then more and more forced its way out, spreading along the back of her tight armor like a pancake. Her bottom and legs were soon coated with pee and poo as she felt all light fading, the shadows taking her. Just as her consciousness faded, she saw a bright light pierce the shadows around her. Travis approached the fallen archer, smoking staff still in hand. There was no trace of the pure energy blast that had utterly annihilated the attacking shadows, but he still radiated an aura of power. Slinging the staff over his shoulder, he picked up the unconscious archer. “Just because I am not leading this fight does not mean I will allow anyone to be lost.” He said quietly, and vanished with a flicker of energy, taking the badly injured woman back to their base. The triplets were fighting the remaining big monsters, the other four split off to head for the last gate. The three of them worked in perfect concert, elemental weapons cutting down giants, birds, and worms alike. They seemed untouchable, any hit that broke through tier formation being absorbed by a one of Red’s pieces, their leader still watching out for them. They struck down the last monster with satisfaction, the three of them hugging one another as the last normal monster fades. Diana, Anna, Alesha, and Carissa joined together, cutting down one last worm from their path and heading for the last nexus. The last of the monsters fell behind them, and the Red Knight would end hers soon. As they neared, however, space rippled in front of them. A massive, six winged dragon, its head full of glowing red eyes and its mouth full of massive red fangs, tore its way into the demiplane. An aura of fear radiated off of it, and it let out a massive roar. Its arms moved in casting, and it lashed out at the triplets with a spell, then turned to face the terrified women before it. Diana had enough when the fear aura hit her. Pee she didn’t even know she still had sprayed down her legs at the sight of the dragon, and a fresh burst of waste pushed its way into her armor, spreading the mess even further down her legs and ass. Her legs trembled and she teared up, and when the dragon roared she fainted dead away, bladder, bowels, and bravery exhausted. Carissa faired a bit better, letting out a quiet whimper of fear and clamping down on her muscles as hard as she could, preventing a solid release. Her bladder, on the other hand, couldn’t be stopped, and her tight armored pants echoed with a hiss as she forcefully and fearfully emptied her bladder into them. She stood frozen with fear as she peed herself like a frightened child, whimpering. As the stream died down, the veteran fighter collected herself and advanced towards the massive dragon. Alesha clamped down on her bladder, forgetting about her bowels, the opposite of Carissa. She let out a pained, involuntary groan as the first soft mass pushed its way into her panties, quickly followed by a wave of brown sludge, then another mass and another. She trembled as Carissa did, shitting herself in terror. She was at least spared the childish whimpering thanks to her pained groans. When the dragon roared, her hold on her bladder faltered, and piss sprayed down her legs, studded leather darkening. She looked up, meeting the dragons eyes, and fell to her knees, helpless in the face of its fearsome gaze. Her bladder was going full force now, along with her bowels, and the stench was terrible as she emptied herself into her armor, entirely humiliated and helpless, unable to continue the fight. Anna fared better than her comrades, at least. Her armor reduced the impact of fear on her along with its other effects, and she leaked for a moment, the front of her panties dampening and the back of them browning slightly, but she held it together. Hammer in hand, she shook her head to clear it, then followed Carissa towards the dragon, hoping her other two companions would be okay. It swooped down to meet them, its shadowy form dwarfing them a hundredfold. It released a massive cone of blue fire, but a pair of Red’s pieces stepped in the way, the ones dressed as bishops, and they dispersed the fire to either side, leaving the pair unharmed. Anna could swear she heard a “Tsk” from the dragon. It descended, and its claws reached out, grabbing at the pair. Carissa activated her ring, and teleported out of the way. Anna tried to dodge, but there was no way she could. The claw was just too big. The dragon scooped her up, and seeing Carissa reappear, sent his massive tail spiraling towards her. She looked up too late, and it hit her full on in the stomach, and the rest of her really. The loudest fart yet was heard from the veteran merc as her mess was quite violently forced out of her. One instant her pants were clean, in another they were sagging heavy with foul mess. A full load, enough to make her armored pants sage with a bulge the size of a baseball or two, was pushed out in an instant. Forced by the impact and lubricated by fear, she humiliated herself in less than a second. She went flying across the battlefield, landing in an unconscious heap. Anna looked up at the dragon in horror as it drew her closer to its maw. She felt her muscles trembling, fear slowly gaining ground. As it opened its jaw her bladder opened involuntarily, and the inside of her pristine armor soaked through, the crystals lack of joints causing the pee from her impressive bladder to pool at the bottom of her feet and climb up her legs as she filled the inside of her tight armor with warm, liquid fear. As she entered the darkness of its maw, she felt the edge of a sharp tooth brush her and closed her eyes. Her stomach rumbled, and despite her best efforts, the shadowy, deadly feel of its tooth was enough. She pushed a wave of soft mess into her underwear, then another. More and more soft, firm mess filled her panties, spreading out and coating the inside of her armor in poop. She shook with fear until she finished messing herself, then wondered why she wasn’t dead. Opening her eyes, she saw herself outside the dragon’s mouth, and it was grinning at her. It gently set her down on the ground, and she fell onto her butt in a daze with a splat, only making the mess worse. What was going on? The three twins had just enough time to celebrate their victory before they were thrown into their own illusionary horrors. Cyan found herself in a pit of snakes. The effect was almost immediate. The youngest sister who had a crippling fear of snakes curled up into a ball and sobbed. She didn’t even try to stop herself as she peed full force into her chainmail skirt, soaking her panties and the cloth that guarded her legs from the mail, the puddle spreading over her and soaking her entirely as she hid in a ball of her own piss. Her bowels luckily didn’t hold much, and she quickly pushed a large stool into her underwear, but it was able to contain everything. Cyril found herself looking at a pair of skeletons she quickly recognized as her sisters. Tears stung her eyes and she rushed over to them. “Nonononono! I can’t be!” she whispered tearfully. When she reached them, she knelt down, and let out the loudest shriek of fear yet. The skeletons eye sockets were filled with spiders, her worst fear. Falling back on her bottom, she desperately scrabbled away, leaving a trial of pee behind as her bladder released into her panties and clothes. She managed to make it to the corner of the room, a large trial of pee showing her path across the room. She realized her butt was completely smeared with poop, having involuntarily released everything the instant she saw the spiders. Her capacity wasn’t much greater than Cyan’s but she had dragged it everywhere. Her armor would take hours to clean and her clothes were likely unsalvageable. But at least she was away from the spiders. Cyrene found herself facing her worst fear as well. She found herself in the water. She desperately tried to swim upwards, but her armor was too heavy. She tore at it desperately, but it would not come off. Her oxygen drained quickly with her panic, and soon she was choking, trying to scream as horror completely overtook her. She lost all consciousness as her bladder and bowels emptied at the same time, the water around her yelling and her soaked clothes staining. The back of her armor bulged out immensely, her garments unable to hold her considerable mess back, the clothes and panties horribly stained brown as soft mess drippled down the back of her legs. Back in the real world, the triplets were position as in their illusions, Cyan curled up in a ball, Cyril sat on her messy bottom, and Cylene laying on her back. Eventually, the illusion faded, and the younger two sisters woke to their unconscious and extremely messy older sister. They moved over to her, and with combined effort, lifted her. The Red Knight fought the giant spider as she felt her soldiers crumbling around her. Cursing silently in her head as her attention was drawn to a hundred different places defending them, she cut deep into the spider. The sudden release of so many shook her a moment later however, and she feel, clutching the bottom of her skirt in desperation and also to prevent it from flaring up. Another, slightly larger lump was forced into her panties, and she no longer had any concentration left. She wished she could yell at him, wished she could kill this thing and end it… The other nexus exploded behind her, and she resigned herself to focusing her attention on holding it and freeing the illusioned women. The now larger bulge in her panties was uncomfortable but she could handle it. Her spell carried her gently to the ground, and she banished the illusion on the triplets. She turned upwards, wincing as the spider advanced on her overworked form and raised a leg to crush her. A few streams of pee trailed down her legs, but she knew her ward would protect her. A moment later, however, the massive dragon crashed into the spider, sending it crashing to the ground like a collapsing titan and tearing into it with furious teeth, claws and wing buffets. At least he was helping now. Gathering herself, Red made her way to the last nexus, raising her sword and unleashing another pulse of red, pure energy. Corona, her sword, struck again, and the nexus shattered. The shadowy nature of the plane faded, returning to the harmless demiplane it had once been. Sheathing her sword, she let out a sigh of relief. “At least I made it through relatively clean.” She said aloud to herself. She was still shaky from everyone else’s release, but she had made it. “Boo!” she heard from behind her, and let out a loud squeak. Her weakened bladder gave out and a waterfall of yellow streamed down between her legs, soaking her red panties thoroughly and puddling beneath her, thankfully leaving her skit and legs untouched. Her bowels forced another lump into her panties, then another, and soon the bulge forced them out to their full extent, not quite enough to peak down below her skirt but sizable. Striking out behind her, she spun and punched the giant of a man standing behind her, grinning. Her fist, even charged with energy, didn’t seem to do much, but he winced, a rare sign of pain from the giant of a man. Somewhat satisfied, she growled at him. “What the hell was that about, Robin!? I had this under control, we had it won! And then you had to go and take out the rest of my soldiers!? Are you just jealous I was doing better than you!?” Robin couldn’t contain a chuckle, putting his hand on the average sized woman’s head and easy task for the seven foot tall half giant. “Perhaps. Perhaps the master just wanted me to amuse him.” Red blushed hotly, but she knew Robin was teasing her. He knew of her affection, and its lack of return. She didn’t need his teasing right now. Shaking her head, she retorted. “Maybe you just wanted a show. It doesn’t matter I suppose, as long as master realizes how well we would have done without your intrusion.” They both knew he didn’t interfere for his own desires. He was willing to amuse others tastes but he wouldn’t go out of his way for it. But it was the only defense she had. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go gather up the army that you threw all over the battlefield.” She added with a huff. Turning, she let out an eep as she felt Robin;s hands grab her legs and back and scoop her up. “Travis is taking care of that.” He told her. “I’m to take you back.” “Let go of me you big oaf!” she shouted in indignation, punching uselessly at his shoulder. He turned away from the scene and she slumped against his shoulder, basking in the warmth of his body as they left the cold, shadowy plane. “You did a wonderful job.” Travis told her, smiling. She had just returned from the plane with Robin, slipping out of his grip and going to meet Travis while the others cleaned up. She shifted uncomfortably in her messy panties, though she knew there was no trace of her accident visible. The energy around her kept the smell from escaping. She liked to keep her accidents secret, especially when they were intentional or prolonged. “You defended the squad in an exemplary manner, and still fought well yourself. You did, however, fail to keep Luna well-guarded. Dedicate someone to that next time, had I not interfered you would have lost her.” His voice was the same monotone no matter which part he was delivering, which was a bit creepy. “You did much better than Robin, at least. If not for his interference that would have gone off well. Congratulations, Red Knight. You have earned the right to lead your own squad.” Red beamed with pride. For once, she was flooded with happiness. This was her goal. She was affirmed as good enough, as strong enough, to be a commander in the Omega Watch. It was an exhilarating feeling. It was missing one thing, however. She wished he would reach over, grope her bottom through her skirt like he always did with Jill. Anything. But there was nothing but a sense of pride over her accomplishment, pride of her growth. Nothing more emotional than that. And while she was happy, excited, she was also forlorn. “Thank you, commander.” She managed, keeping her voice as formal as possible. Bowing her head in farewell, she left the room. Robin was waiting outside the door, joining her in her walk the instant she exited. “Jealous?” she asked. “Hardly.” Robin replied, rolling his eyes. “You were always better at leading. An exemplary performance indeed. Just one little flaw.” His hand reached under her skirt, groping her messy ass. “Pervert! Jerk!” she shouted, shoving him away and protectively covering her butt. He laughed once again, raising his hands defensively. “I was just pointing it out. None of your squad noticed.” Putting his arm around, her started leading her towards her quarters as she pouted. “I…think I understand how you feel. Sorry about that. Are you going to be alright?” She was silent for a moment. “I’ll have to be, won’t I?” Robin was aware of her longing, the only one here who was. He had comforted her when there was no one else, and while neither of them thought there was more than close friendship between them, she needed something to distract her. And often, he needed something to distract him. He had his own issues. “Just…maybe come with me, alright?” He nodded and pulled her close, petting her hair as the pair entered her quarters. He didn’t know if she meant as someone to cry on or for something more intimate, but he would support her regardless. Sometimes he wondered if his master knew, or cared. Of course he knew, and of course he cared. So what game was he playing? (If anyone is up for rping in this setting by the way I’d be up for it. PM, I have some ideas if you don’t. And of course, comments and criticism. My proofreading is lazy and my writing is shaky so I need all the help/support I can get. And I swear the other two parts of Kagero story are coming.)
  20. YellowZoneMX

    Molly's Videogame Marathon

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    Once you play online there's no way back In this time Molly plays a videogame marathon online but she drinks a lot of water, so when she realizes the urge she has it's too late.

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  21. Thought I'd share the first clip of what me and my girlfriend have been planning for a while. We're planning on opening up a clips store for future pee measurements and other pee fetish clips. We've already got a 1.5 liter piss clip complete, and she's slowly working herself up to 2 whole liters! If anyone wants more of these types of clips, just let me know. Stay frosty. 🙂 MsAss&FetishDesperste1Liter.mp4
  22. So a while back someone gave me a punishment of having to pee somewhere that was not a toilet. After going behind a bush in my local park I decided that felt too easy. So I made myself a challenge. I was to go to the city centre of the nearest city to me and after getting desperate, challenge myself to find a place to pee that wasn't a bathroom. I knew this might prove a little difficult. As I expected very few private places to be able to go pee. It turns out I was right. I started out needing to pee a little on the train ride over. I had decided to wear a pink top and hoodie and skinny jeans. I was eager to start out rather desperate so I bought a coke at the station and decided to make the short walk to my starting point. I soon made it to the town centre and I started I knew of a few parks nearby that may provide a private bush to pee behind. After finishing my coke I went and bought another drink to get my desperation up a bit before starting. I hung around window shopping a bit and sipping on another drink feeling the urge build and I guess drinking quite a bit on the way was a bad idea because my desperation grew fast. I was now feeling a very strong urge to pee and decided to start searching immediately. At this point something I had considered but still was terrifying me in that moment was the fact that I was out in public in quite a major city area. And while I would be crossing my legs at this point if I was home, I tried with all my might to walk normally. My starting place was good for my challenge as even the alleyways were crowded and not an option and a few places I walked past I could see a bathroom inside. I even walked past a public bathroom as I made my way to the nearest park. I considered a few times backing out and just going to one of these bathrooms but I stuck to my guns and held. Continuing my normal walk while my bladder began to ache. I reached the park after about ten minutes and started looking around. But as I scoured the whole park I realised what I was afraid would happen. No private places safe enough to risk. Most trees were too thin to hide behind and precious few bushes either. I kept scouting as my need got worse, I had to occasionally hold myself when I thought I could get away with it but I saw one guy noticing me doing it and I quickly stopped. I didn't dare hold myself again. I soon realised I would have to try somewhere else and I walked out the park. I decided the best plan now was to keep walking away from the city centre and soon I might reach a more quiet area. Being outside of the major shopping district did mean a but still no place looked safe enough to go and places with a bathroom I could use were also scarce. I knew I couldn't back out and in that moment another wave of desperation hit me. I was worried that I might actually have an accident in public and started to panic. I was debating turning around or just going to a bathroom but that was becoming a harder choice to justify as I got further out, I was sure I wouldn't make it back to the last bathroom I passed so I decided to press forward. I passed by the local university grounds when I gasped and stumbled a bit, unable to keep up my normal walk. As the only people I could see were a little far away I decided it was fine to start squirming and crossing my legs, as I awkwardly waddled on. I was searching for even the most basic cover to slip behind and let it all out. My heart was racing and I was starting to get a little light headed. I had to pee so bad the only thoughts going though my head were "Gotta pee, gotta pee!" Mixed in with swear words. I gasped as I leaked a little and had to stop and squeeze my legs tightly to regain control. I was so close to losing it that I looked onto the nearby university courtyard. It was pretty much empty and I saw a nearby tree bush and tree which seemed like my best bet. I waddled over and crouched between them, pulled down my jeans and panties as I started peeing. It wasn't the most ideal place, I knew I was visible from several of the university's windows but I didn't care, I had at least not peed myself in public which was enough of a victory. After that I got back up, barely able to walk after holding in so much and made my way back into town. Overall that experience was exciting but also one of the scariest things I have ever done. And I frankly don't want to do something like that again. But still... it was very fun to be that desperate in public.
  23. MrWet89

    female New to me

    Just found this searching around, hope it's not a repost. Enjoy ac9eb1af87a7.360.mp4
  24. I recently met a wonderful girl online who shares many of the same interests as this forum, so I asked and received her permission to share a custom she made for me on here. I'm giving her the link to this thread since she's curious what people will think. Why not tell her yourself? The video contains nudity and elements of DDLG, so if that's not your thing, you'll probably want to avoid it. SchoolgirlWetting.mp4
  25. i like wet bikinis

    The slave market – part 2

    [Part 1 – the introduction – is here: [link] or, if you prefer, there is a much shorter summary here: [link]]. We strolled to the first cage. The six girls in it watched us warily, also watching their guards. No doubt they had been instructed how to behave, and the consequences for them of disobedience. This was the prime slave market in the civilised world. No merchant would put a slave into this auction unless she was obedient. There was a simple wooden bench at the back, but all were standing. Each was naked. Some accepted that, and stood proud and confident, but many found it shameful to be nude in public. Some tried to cover their privates or breasts with their hands. A slave’s brand on her wrist identified each woman to a board with the same mark against her name and a few words that described her. They were in fine condition, fit and healthy, with oiled skin and cut and combed hair. Even their pubic hair was shaved neatly. They were all slim, fit, healthy, pretty girls. This was the prime market for slaves in all the civilised world. Slave traders reserved their best stock for this exhibition. These beauties would be bought by rich patrons, to work in their households. Some would go into the patrons’ harems. Simon’s pride in his merchandise was justified. All the girls on display were beautiful. A eunuch ordered them to face the front as we strolled around the cage to inspect their rears. Luke nudged me and pointed to a large damp patch on the floorboards in the cage. We both knew what it meant. One of the girls had pissed on the floor. There were splash marks which showed where her feet had been. We guessed it was the petite brunette named Zena. She was covering her face with her hands and was the only one not fidgeting. And, yes, there were drops of pee sprinkled on the inside of her ankles still. The cages were purely for displaying the nubiles. They would have to spend the whole day in there, on display. Merchants’ slaves – older women – would keep an eye on them, and keep them fed and well-watered. But there were no facilities in there. When they had to go, each of the girls would have to pee on the floor, in public, throughout the day. Some might shit on the floor too, if they had to, but they knew they would be punished for that. It would be seen as a sign of weakness. For Luke and I, it was all part of the fun, spotting the desperate ones and then watching them relieve themselves in front of us. We knew that their owners would make sure they had plenty to drink before they were put on display and most of the girls would pee in their cages in the next couple of hours. Potential buyers expected the girls to piss publicly while they were on display. Slaves had no right to expect privacy. Sure enough, we soon heard the unmistakeable sound, from across the hall, of liquid squirting on a hard surface. We turned to look. Two cages away, sideways on to us, a slim, tanned, dark-haired woman in her late teens was pissing on the wooden floor, squatting, feet apart but thighs together, leaning forward with her arms resting on her knees.. She was squirting a vigorous stream forward into her own puddle. We walked over and watched her finish and stand up. Her face blushed red with embarrassment. She could not make eye contact with us, or anyone else. On top of all the previous humiliations of slavery, she had now urinated in public, naked and watched by strangers. My hot cock was throbbing, and it took all my self-control to keep my hands away from it. We looked over the other five in that cage. Often the sight and sound of a caged slave-girl peeing will push another over the edge. It was possible that one of the others might also have to piss. But it was not to be. The others glared at us as if to insist that their will power was stronger. Rosie – the name given to the girl who had pissed while we watched – stood with head bowed. Luke commented that we would probably see her make a second puddle that morning. That often happened with the early pissers. Once they had broken the seal, they would soon need to go again. The slavers would make sure they kept drinking plenty throughout the day. We agreed to split up and stroll around on our own. It was going to take us a little time to appraise 72 girls and we hoped to see most of them wetting the floor. To be continued?