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  1. 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
  2. WiiGuy86

    An Unfortunate Favor

    This story was inspired by a brief experience that Kelli shared with me long ago via messenger. Enjoy! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lauren had been day dreaming when Mr. Riley's booming voice suddenly snapped her back to reality. It was a Monday morning and as usual she had found it difficult to stay engaged in her first period math class, but fortunately Mr. Riley did not seem to notice, he was merely reminding the class to complete their homework as the bell rang indicating that it was time to move on to next period. As she exited the classroom she approached one of her friends, Sarah, and the two girls began chatting about what they had done the previous weekend as they walked on to second period. Before she knew it, Lauren found herself walking into Ms. Andersons English class. Immediately she noticed that there was a bit of excitement in the room and as she looked around she noticed a table set up with several soft drinks and snacks out. Everyone in the class excitedly sat down and Ms. Anderson walked to the front of the room and addressed the class. "Good morning everyone" she said "Because you all performed so well on last week's exam, I've decided that instead of our usual class today we are going to have a bit of a social, as you've noticed there are some snacks and drinks over on the table there, feel free to help yourself to as much as you like and use the period to talk about your weekends or whatever else you might want to do. Now, before we start, would anyone like to help me pass out plates and cups?" Immediately in the very front of the room Brooke Hazelwood's hand shot up. Ugh. Brooke Hazelwood, the teachers pet. Brooke always seemed to be sucking up to the teachers in any way that she could, much to the annoyance of Lauren and some of her other classmates. Ms. Anderson thanked Brooke and the pair immediately began passing out plates and cups to the rest of the class. Lauren, along with most of her classmates, enjoyed having snacks as well as several cups of iced tea and soda. Lauren happily chatted along with her classmates and enjoyed the free period. During a bit of a lull in the conversation, Lauren felt a bit of a twinge in her tummy, she had to pee, somewhat badly actually, she'd been so wrapped up in the conversation she had hardly noticed how much liquid had built up inside her. On a typical day, Lauren would usually use the toilet in the locker room after she changed for her 4th period gym class, but it made sense that she had to go now considering how much she had drank. She craned her neck to look back at the clock in the front of the classroom and noted that was about 20 minutes left in the period. Ms Anderson would certainly excuse her if she asked, but Lauren typically didn't like to ask for a bathroom break during classes, she was pretty good about going before gym, during lunch, or in between periods, and besides, she didn't want to miss any of this free social time. As the period came to a close, Lauren found it increasingly difficult to focus on the conversation and had to make a mental effort to resist fanning her legs. Although she had greatly enjoyed the free time, she was kind of glad it was coming to an end, if the period were any longer she would definitely have had to ask to go. With just 2 minutes left before the bell, Ms. Anderson walked back to the front of the room and asked everyone to quiet down. "I hope you all have enjoyed this free time, before you go, would anyone be able to do me a favor and stay to help me clean up?" Almost on queue, Brooke's hand shot up again, and she began hurriedly collecting the cups and plates to throw them away. Lauren meanwhile had fallen back into a bit of trance as she tried to ignore the now very persistent pressure in her bladder. She was snapped out of it by the bell and excitedly began packing her things into her bag before rushing down the hall to the girls room. As she approached the girls bathroom, she was already beginning to imagine the sweet relief she was about to get when she rounded the corner and was dismayed to see 3 girls from her class, one of them being Sarah, waiting outside of two occupied stalls. She got in line behind Sarah and immediately noticed that her friend seemed a bit flustered and was pacing back and fourth. Lauren made a conscious effort to stand still and act like a grown up, she wasn't going to pee dance like a kindergartner no matter how bad she had to go. The other stall opened and one of the girls from the other line darted in, not wanting to listen to her sweet relief, Lauren tried to make small talk with her friend by asking about the lunch menu, but Sarah didn't seem too interested in talking. "Sorry I'm a little distracted" she said blushing "I had a bit too much iced tea during Ms. Anderson's class and I really need to go before Mrs. Atkins' class because you know she never lets anyone go" That was true, Mrs. Atkins was Lauren's strictest teacher and did not like people leaving her class for any reason. Lauren felt a pang of anxiety when she realized how long this bathroom excursion was taking, if there was one thing Mrs. Atkins hated more than bathroom requests, it was tardiness, and the break would be over soon. Thankfully however, the stall opened and Sarah headed in. Lauren closed her eyes and subtly crossed her legs as she was forced to listen to her friend's relief. After what seemed like an hour but was more like a minute, Sarah emerged from the stall and Lauren rushed in, quickly unbuttoning and pulling down her jeans, and finally sitting on the toilet. She signed quietly to herself as she finally had her much needed pee break. When she was finished, she hurried out of the stall, quickly rinsing her hands and exiting the bathroom. As she strode just across the hall to Mrs. Atkinson's classroom, she noticed out of the corner of her eye a figure intently speedwalking down the hall. It was Brooke, she was walking quickly and had a determined look on her face. She stopped directly between the door to the classroom and the entrance to the bathroom with her legs tightly together and seemed to contemplating something. After a second she took a quick step toward the bathroom but then suddenly, the bell rang, and Brooked turned on her heel and quickly followed Lauren into the classroom. Fortunately for both girls, Mrs. Atkinson did not seem to notice their slight tardiness, as they quickly took the last two open seats near the front of the classroom. Lauren immediately noticed that something was definitely off with Brooke, she did not seem to be paying much attention to the lesson, and was repeatedly looking at the clock. Lauren was able to put 2 and 2 together fairly easily; Brooke needed to pee, she had probably drank a ton of tea and soda during 2nd period, and while Lauren had made it to the bathroom, Brooke was held up helping Ms. Anderson. She probably needed to go just as bad as Lauren had, or worse. While Lauren could certainly sympathize with Brooke's predicament, she couldn't deny that there was something satisfying about seeing the perfect princess in an embarrassing and uncomfortable situation. Lauren tried to pay attention to the lesson as she noticed Brooke's fidgeting getting more and more pronounced next to her. Suddenly, about 25 minutes into the 1 hour period, Brooke let out a gasp and froze, bending over slightly and looking straight down at her feet. Lauren looked over at the struggling girl and noticed that her face was red as a tomato and her eyes were closed tightly. She stayed like that for a few seconds then took a quick breath and looked up right at Mrs. Atkinson before her hand shot in the air. "Yes Brooke?" "MRS. ATKINSON" Brooke blurted abruptly before catching herself yelling "Mrs. Atkinson" she said again in a calm, but quivering voice "Um, may I please use the restroom, I - I was um helping Ms. Anderson clean up at the end of last period and missed the whole break." All eyes had been on Brooke, but they now turned to Mrs. Atkinson, who seemed a bit surprised that Brooke, of all people, would ask for a bathroom break in her class. She actually seemed to contemplate letting her go. "I'm sorry Brooke" she finally said, seemingly genuinely remorseful "but if I let you go, then I have to let everyone go... the period is nearly half over, its not to much longer." Brooke nodded slowly and looked straight at the floor, her face now an even brighter red. She seemed to be on the verge of tears. Lauren noticed that Brooke was very still after that, although she was wearing a clearly pained expression. With about 15 minutes left in the period, her breathing became shallow and quick, and Lauren noticed that she had buried her left hand into her crotch. Since her desperate request, most of the class had been watching Brooke intently, enthralled that the perfect teacher's pet, who always acted so mature, was on the verge of wetting her pants in class. With about 10 minutes left, Brooke suddenly gasped and covered her mouth with her hand, tears were streaming down her face. She began to stand up "Mrs-----Atkinson" she said through a sob as she rose to her feet. Mrs. Atkinson looked over, and as Brooke had nearly completely stood up, a massive jet of liquid suddenly shot out from her dark gray leggings, splattering loudly on the floor. She let out a cry and turned towards the door, but then another massive jet shot out, and this one did not stop, Brooke collapsed back into her desk and buried her face into her arms as she completely flooded her chair. For over 40 seconds she peed, and not a single sound could be heard in the classroom other than the splattering of her pent up urine on the classroom floor. As she finally finished, she let out another agonized sob into her desk before Mrs. Atkinson approached her and gently put a hand on her shoulder. "Brooke I'm terribly sorry" she whispered "please take your things and go to the nurses' office" Brooke slowly got up and grabbed her bag, and with her head lowered quickly walked out of the classroom. Lauren turned around to Sarah, who was sitting behind her with a shocked look on her face. "And that" Lauren said "Is why I don't do teachers any favors".
  3. Meowth

    Live Action Omorashi

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

    female Depends Ads

    Rachel's been watching a lot of Depends Ads... https://www.depend.com/i18n/womens-solutions/42660.html https://www.depend.com/i18n/womens-solutions/1.html Nothing like sexy pullups yoga!
  5. rachelkirwan

    female Key-in-Latch Leak Today

    This happened this afternoon, just a little leak as I was about to pull down my panties in the bathroom.... Also, these are my brand new panties, I love the stripes!
  6. I was beyond desperate by the time I pulled into the grocery store parking lot. Of course, this was exactly as I had planned. It was a sunny Friday and I had spent all morning drinking water and cranberry juice to prepare for my show. The specifics of how it would go-- where, how and in front of who-- I hadn’t decided yet. This was going to be another impromptu (that’s the only kind of convincing public wetting anyways!!) and my quivering bladder was making me super excited. I wore my faded, light-blue, button-fly levis that some of you may recall me wearing on my first public wetting. Like all of my favorite jeans, they’re tight and form-fitting around my thighs and crotch. The legs on these are boot cut below the calf—not really skinny but not really flared either. And the worn seam always feels amazing rubbing against my bare clit as I walk! I fastened them with a leather belt and wore sandals and a simple v-neck, dark blue t-shirt to complete my casual, grocery shopper attire. The store was a little out of the way—certainly not one I usually go to. It was larger and a lot more crowded than my regular. The sheer volume of people walking around the entrance immediately turned me on. Thinking about all of those bystanders witnessing me piss myself tempted me to tease my bladder muscles. Grabbing a cart, I thought about how little effort it would take to let go and flood my jeans. But that’s not how I wanted my show to go. Not so soon. (I wanted to actually finish my grocery shopping if I could!) So I regained control, walked in, and joined the busy shopper circuit. I remember hearing the worn denim between my inner thighs brush against itself as I walked. At my first stop, the deli, a surprise wave of intense desperation hit me, and I had to cross my legs tightly together and hunch over to compose myself. There was so much to do before I could put on my show! And finding an appropriate opportunity might take even more time. I realized early on that this could be more difficult to make it through than my other stunts. There were quite a few items on my shopping list. (I honestly didn’t expect to be able to grab everything—I could have to abort the whole damn thing after all!!) But it actually became an exciting challenge. Looking back, it’s hard for me to determine exactly how long it took. I think my hand spent more time clutching my pussy than it did guiding the cart! The constant stimulation on my vagina was keeping me constantly aroused! My face felt flush most of the time and I caught myself using my distressed state as an excuse to subtly caress my clit through my jeans more and more frequently. Far more noticeable, surely, were my dancing knees and the constant pivoting of my weight from hip to hip. Indeed, a few people did notice my desperate behavior. One man in particular seemed extra interested. He followed me down a couple of aisles, keeping his distance but always with an unblocked view of me in his sights. (Of course, it’s possible it was just a coincidence and he was going about his business like everyone else. I acted unaware just in case he was looking—I don’t like to discourage admirers!) At one especially agonizing point, I caught sight of the employee bathrooms and felt my exhausted bladder convulse uncontrollably—but my firm grip over my urethra spared me a premature wetting. I really do think this new hobby of mine has weakened my bladder. It’s probably just psychological—knowing that, so long as I act like it’s an accident, I can piss myself anywhere I choose without any major public fallout. It really takes the edge off having to go! I was still a little nervous despite the acknowledgement. And, of course, it did nothing for the physical discomfort I was suffering. An ‘accident’ was clearly imminent. When I finally got all my things, I walked briskly to the checkout lines and picked a long one just to enhance my desperation! A part of me hated myself. I wanted nothing more than to pee my jeans right there. But I had just invested all this time into gathering mine and my husband’s weekly groceries. I’m pretty daring, I know, but I don’t think I could muster the courage to piss myself and then continue waiting in line like nothing happened! So I held my legs together, fists clenched by my side, bouncing on my knees, and waited. When it was my turn, and the conveyor belt was finally clear, I started to unload my cart. I finished before the woman in front of me had even got her checkbook out—she had just spent a lot of time scrutinizing the grocery selection (or expressing some other petty concern along those lines). It was an old woman, (Obviously! She looked like she got her hair permed every week), but seemed to be in good health. And she was very talkative with the cashier. A middle-aged man pulled up behind me, closing me in. Another woman with a full cart queued behind him as well. After some time of frivolous discourse between the poor cashier and her enthusiastic customer, a wave of desperation suddenly struck me. I crossed my legs, shifting my weight fully onto my left, and held them tightly together. It very quickly rose to an unbearable amount of pain. At the peak of my agony I couldn’t help but throw my cupped fingers over my pussy, my bladder pathetically quivering, and hunch over, grimacing with my teeth tightly clenched and my eyes firmly shut. I can’t remember what I was thinking in that moment but I’m sure it was nothing coherent! I do remember hearing the loud impact of my cupped fingers when they hit my crotch and the weird, shutter-groan noise I made to cope. I opened my eyes to see the cashier, bagger and old woman looking in my direction. I’m sure the people behind me took note as well. Embarrassed, (but also aroused with anticipation of the coming show) I found my nerve and regained my composure. Smiling tentatively to assure my cashier I was ok, I mustered a weak, “Hi” The old woman tactfully concluded her conversation and walked off with her loaded cart. The cashier, a young woman with neck-length, auburn hair, exchanged her obligatory, brief pleasantries with me, not delving into the topic of my obvious desperation, and started scanning my things with skillful haste. The bagger, too, followed suit—taking my cart and filling it methodically with my bagged groceries. It was excellent service! (I’m tempted to reveal the name of the grocery store but I’m afraid my story would yield more bad publicity than good!) When it was finally time to pay I hobbled to the card scanner and inserted my chip as soon as the total appeared on the screen. That wave of desperation that had eroded my decency earlier still felt far from subsiding though. In fact, standing still, waiting for the damn scanner to read the chip in my card, only made the pain mount even more! I pulled my card out and signed the little screen as prompted. Again, I had to brace my pussy tightly with my fingers to endure my desperation. This time though, (to save my dignity I suppose), I turned away from the cashier and bagger to face the people waiting behind me, leaning my hip against the side of the conveyor. My left arm was crossed over my abdomen holding my side and, with my right hand, I held my crotch firmly. I hunched over a bit with what must have certainly been an agonized expression on my face and maintained my composure as best I could. It was difficult, but I held back the flood gates. When the receipt printer sounded, signifying a shopping success, a part of my mind was put at ease. Still feeling desperate however, and still looking desperate, I dared myself to let out just a little. Enough to show but not enough to warrant a hasty escape! I didn’t bother looking to see if the people in front of me were watching-- that probably would have psyched me out! The trick with these shows is to just give in split second. So, holding my breath, I grimaced, quietly gasping when I felt my bladder muscles convulse… and then relax. There was a trickle of wetness and warmth against my fingers. Slowly, a dark spot emerged around my hand, growing down my inner thighs, expanding across my legs. I was surprised how much was escaping with how cautious I was being. Honestly I had just intended to feel it against my fingers! I looked up to meet the eyes of the two people waiting in line, but theirs were fixated on my crotch. They stared wordlessly: the man still unloading his groceries onto the conveyor and the woman standing patiently behind her cart. Both stared intently at my obviously growing stain. Social inhibitions took control and my pelvic muscles attempted to cut the stream. My bladder violently protested, urine still stubbornly pooling in my crotch, softly hissing. I could hear myself breathing heavily, my bladder was screaming louder at me with every passing moment. I wanted to give up. “Oh god,” I shuttered pathetically. I gave up. Intensely hot pee burst against the inside of my jeans-- against the pressure of my cupped fingers-- with a fierce manifest destiny! It hardly got a chance to pool beneath my crotch before shooting to the sides of my pelvis all the way to the seam, darkening the light blue color of the denim. Skinny golden streams erupted out of the fabric on my thigh, just below my pocket, arching outwards with force and splattering on the ground. I felt it shoot up my ass crack as well, dampening the crease between my cheeks. It had already formed a glistening stain halfway up my fly when I pulled my hand away from the torrent. “Oh god, oh god!” My piss appeared to be streaming against the surface of the denim now, rushing quickly down my legs. The man waiting stared silently, seemingly scornful. He was taken aback, definitely, but still composed. The woman behind him not-so-discretely, but certainly not without sympathy, exclaimed “oh dear”. My flight instinct took hold. It had only been moments but I couldn’t bear to face them anymore. I was shaking. Before my piss had a chance to form a puddle beneath me, I turned, grabbed my cart, and walked briskly to the exit. My hurried strides and immense embarrassment made it easier to cut the stream, though it persisted for a good many steps before finally ceasing. My bladder was still screaming at me but I was at least partially relieved. (I still really had to go, though) Hidden behind my cart, I was able to navigate to the exit without many people turning their heads. Some noticed in passing, of course. But they probably took note of my tearful sniffling and red face before seeing the glimmering stain all over my crotch. Yes, I had started crying. Don’t get me wrong—I was incredibly aroused. But I was also shaken up and relieved that I had allowed myself to lose control like that! Embarrassed but not sorry. It actually is a hard sensation to describe. For some reason, unlike every time before, it really hit home to me that I was a participant in the show rather than an observer. Looking into those people’s faces and hearing that woman’s response—I felt almost trapped in the moment. I kept thinking about the time I pissed myself in the crowded subway, standing less than a foot in front of a guys face! That was so much more public, yet that hadn’t worked me up nearly as much as this… Halfway to my car I was startled to hear a man’s voice, “Ma’am?” My heart dropped. Crazy thoughts rushed into my head. What if it was the store manager? What if he called the police? What would I tell my husband? I took a breath and spun to answer. It was the bagger, looking just as embarrassed as I felt. “I- I think I should-,” he didn’t quite know what to say. Finally he found the words, “let me help you load those into your car.” He was young and tall and the genuine sympathy in his voice quickly put me at ease. I wiped some teary dribble from under my nose and nodded, “Thank you.” I tried to give him the warmest smile I could muster. Maybe the nice cashier or one of my onlookers put him up to it. Or maybe he really did feel sorry enough for me to try and help. Whatever the case he had just run all the way out here to catch up with me and help in some way. I couldn't refuse. “I’m so embarrassed.” I took a moment to assess the damage more thoroughly. My jeans felt heavier with the extra water weight, and the initial warmth of my urine was quickly becoming colder-- it felt good in the blazing heat of the parking lot. The stain covered me pretty thoroughly—stretching from the front of my waistband to the back of my calves. I also couldn’t help but feel like this would be a perfect opportunity to relieve myself fully. (With a dedicated audience no less!) Standing still, even for that brief moment, reminded me that I was still bursting! “God I’m so mortified!” Mr. Bagger took my cart and walked beside me to my car. I made sure to waddle ahead of him, swaying my hips as I walked, enjoying the urinary lubrication between my butt cheeks, feeling his eyes follow my ass. He started telling me about how his mother suffered from incontinence. Apparently she had problems ever since his brother was born five years prior. Her problem wasn’t mine, of course, but I felt comforted by his story nonetheless. I had apparently staged a very convincing accident! My heart was fluttering. There was more to come. When we got to my car I reached for the trunk. I drive a Nissan rogue, so the trunk pulls open above my head. My strategy formulated itself very quickly. Clutching the handle with both hands, I pulled the trunk up and felt my bladder tinge from the full body stretch. It wasn’t enough to actually cause an involuntary release, but, with my legs held together tightly, I acted as though it had-- grimacing, gasping, and exerting all the Kegel strength I could muster. Piss erupted from my urethra with torrential power, rushing forcefully over my clit. It felt like a showerhead bringing me to ecstasy! I looked down and saw my stain begin to glisten again, hot urine surfacing through the denim, cascading down my legs, pouring through the cuts on the knees of my jeans. You could hear it loudly gushing against the inside of my button-fly. Hot urine streamed over my sandaled feet and toes, quickly forming a large puddle around me. Again, a lovely, yellow arch of piss burst through the denim of my outer thigh, just below the side of my pocket, splattering against the thin, plastic grocery bags in the cart parked just beside me. I looked over at my guy, breathing heavily with an open mouth, locking eyes with him, forming the most pathetic and distressed expression I could. I threw both my hands off the trunk handle and into my crotch, making a show of trying to stop the flood. Clutching my pussy made the hot piss expand farther along my pelvis—even my pockets turned dark with wetness. The sloppy sounds of flesh cupping water, squishing soaked fabric, mixed in with the rest of the liquid ensemble. I sighed with anguished relief and looked up at Mr. Bagger again, “God it just won't stop!” I managed an awkward, sniffly cry-laugh and wiped my eye with my shoulder. I was still peeing intensely hard. And I noticed the dark asphalt couldn’t drink my piss fast enough to slow the growth of my puddle. Mr. Bagger started unloading my cart and looked at me kindly (though I noticed he kept stealing glances at the piss pouring over my fingers and cascading down my legs.) He said something along the lines of, “Accidents happen. When you get home you can wash your clothes and take a shower. All of this will seem like it happened to someone else.” A special note to Mr. Bagger if you ever read this. One: sorry for the ruse—I did it for the sexual thrill! Hope you enjoyed the show! Two: you’re a really good person and you’ll make an excellent spouse someday! If I was fully and truly distressed that would have been even more comforting to hear than it already was! “You’re right,” I agreed with another sniffle. I dragged my hands from my crotch along the ‘v’ of my pelvis up to my hips. My torrent showed no signs of yielding-- it was beyond stopping at this point. I parted my legs a little and enjoyed the warm current coursing through my jeans. “I can’t stop,” I admitted. “I've never felt so relieved, though!” To that, Mr. Bagger and I shared a chuckle. The waterfall tapered off gradually until all that was left of my stream were the droplets falling from my wrinkles. I stood there, dripping, soaked from my waist to the soles of my feet, while my guy finished transferring all my bags. I let him take a five dollar bill from the pocket on my purse where I keep my money. I would have handed it to him myself but my fingers were still dripping with pee. He thanked me and grabbed my cart to take it to the cart-holder thing farther up the parking lot, stealing one final glance at my glistening jeans before turning to leave. Then I laid my towel over my driver’s seat, sat down, closed the door, and started the car. Without thinking, I unfastened my belt and tore my button fly open. It was harder than normal because of how soaked the denim was. But I managed to do it with one hand and started fingering myself vigorously. I suppose what follows is pretty self-explanatory! I hope you guys enjoyed my experience as much as I did! I know I teased this story a long time ago from my last post so hopefully the wait was worth it. This was written down a while ago but I never took the time to properly edit it until now. I’ve been pretty busy lately with work and my husband and I have traveled a little bit too. Needless to say I have a lot more experiences to share. Also I told him about this very public fetish and showed him all my stories! I think he was more amused than aroused at first, probably more turned on by how turned on wetting made me, but he’s learned to love it! He doesn’t like wetting himself though—which is fine. He enjoys the spectacle far more than the sensation I suppose! (Also he’s a big fan of my zipper discovery from my last story just like I had predicted. I have more experiences to share about that as well!!) I’ll make a tumblr to keep my posts on omo relevant to omo. When it’s made I’ll update you guys so you can continue to give me encouragement on all of my experiences. Ta ta for now!
  7. Anubis

    Flowing Creek

    I haven't ever tried writing an interactive story before, but it looks like it could be fun. A lot of good ones have been posted, so I'm going to give it a shot. It's been a while since I have written anything and I don't have a good track record when it comes to finishing stories, but we'll see how this goes. This story is based on a personal fantasy of mine, but I won't say much more about it because more information will be available later on. Anyway, here we go. *** Flowing Creek You wake up in what looks like some sort of a cheap motel room, to the sound of birds chirping outside. You are facing towards the outer wall, so you can see sunlight coming in around the edges of the curtain over the window. You feel the need to relieve your bladder, but it is still bearable for the time being. For a moment, you allow your eyes to wander around the room before lifting your head off the pillow and sitting up. You look down and realize that you are still wearing your t-shirt, jeans, and socks. The lower half of your body is still covered by the blankets, but you can tell what you’re wearing beneath it, from the feeling of the material on your skin. You are unsure of how long you were asleep, but what you are sure of, is that you have never seen this room before. You take a good look at your surroundings. The walls of the motel room are a milky white and the curtain over the window has a grey and black checkerboard pattern on it. About a meter away from the foot of the bed, directly in front of you, there is a stained, oak dresser that is about two meters wide, and there are only two doors in the room. One of them leads to the outside, but the other one, about two meters to the right of the dresser, leads to what could either be a closet or a bathroom. You get an uneasy feeling about the situation. Where am I? You wonder. Since you are all alone, you try to rack your brain, hoping to remember where you are and how you got there. The only thing you can remember, is going on a mid-summer road trip, with a friend that you’ve known for years. The two of you grew up in Ontario, Canada and went to the same college. You recall traveling through a heavily forested area in Manitoba when you were both caught in a sudden, intense rainstorm. The only other thing you remember is seeing a blinding flash of lightning, but everything after that is a total blank. Right beside you to your left, there is a small bedside table. Sitting on top of it, you find a clipboard with a single sheet of paper on it. Taking hold of it, you notice that the paper contains very personal information about you. There is an ID photo of you in the upper, right-hand corner. In the upper, left-hand corner, there is a line that says that your identification number is FC-05202018. Beneath the photo and your assigned number is everything else about you. What does the sheet say? This will be used for character creation. Include as much information as you like and I’ll fill in anything that gets left out. If any artists would like to create the character’s ID photo, then feel free to do so. This will give me an idea of their appearance, without you having to put all of the info in. General Info Name: Gender: Height: Hair style/color: Eye color: Body type: Age: Personal Info Personality: Interests/Hobbies: Fetishes/Kinks: Sexual Orientation: Breast size (if applicable): Butt size: Bladder size: Holding Ability: Extra Things Underwear appearance: Notable features of outer clothing (If applicable): *** There will be more coming after creating a character. After 48 hours, if there is only one suggestion, that will be your character. If there are more, then the one I like the most will be your character while the second best may be used as the identity for your character's traveling companion on the road trip. This time frame can be extended upon request for any ID photos. Constructive criticism is welcome, if you have any. My goal will be to post a new part to this at least once a week, with 48 hours between each post available for making decisions for where the story will take us, so hopefully we'll have some fun on this adventure.
  8. its been a while since ive posted I know but thought id bring you this. its my favourite video of all time. was removed from the only site it was on years ago and found it today buried in the back of my folders !!!ENJOY!!! tights.m4v
  9. AuthorFaust: Short little welcome to Faust's latest interactive! Faust intends on this being a lovely little fantasy story with little trouble one way or the other. One can expect a bit more focus on desperation and lightly silly lewd fun, compared to some hot and heavy scenes, so Faust hopes you can enjoy it anyways. ==================================================================================================================================== In the land of Fantalsia, there were tales of a legendary figure, that united all of the great heroes and heroines of the world to bring about absolute peace between all of the nations...... However, this was but a tale from ages past...Handed down from generation to generation, to foster hope among the people. You knew better, in your current age..... You were old enough to know of the dangers....Of the monsters that plagued the countryside. That there were dark forces afoot, aiming to send everything into disarray at any moment... Things the general populace could not handle.... But similarly, you knew of forces that could combat them.... People, who were blessed with a mysterious marking on their body... Those who had the potential... The potential, to be Heroes. You found yourself pressing into your own town's tavern, where those empowered to fight tended to congregate. Where you could find people who you could rally to your cause, and lead onwards, to victory! .... At least, that's how you always wanted to picture it. You yourself had no such blessing present on your body, and you weren't confident in your own abilities to battle.... But, you did have something that would no doubt make you invaluable..... Since you were young, you were born with special eyes.... Eyes that could read a person with but a gaze. Looking over, you could always find people who had been Empowered, a relative level of their power, their general class of skill, and occasionally a contextual answer to a given question you could have.... As far as you knew, there were no others who could gauge a person's abilities at a glance like you... And, you similarly had seen the differences in figures in much more than just physical appearances... You could pick apart the differences in a group of nearly-identical soliders. Which ones trained their strength a little more... Which ones had sprained an ankle, or were just a bit dumber than the others, without having to ask a single question... You could tell if a person was empowered to utilize magic, or if they were better with their hands than others.. You were the ultimate in scanning, and analyzing.... But, without anyone that trusted to your advice, and listened... You had felt you were but another villager to the higher levels of Heroes. You'd seen a few in levels reaching the Upper 20s pass you by without a second glance...And, the few that you saw in lower digits were either unaware of, or unwilling to utilize their powers, for fear of persecution, or simply lack of self-interest. This all would change today, you had told yourself. You would recruit a group of Empowereds, and make your way across the world..... To go on an adventure!.... ... Well, that was the plan, but you didn't have an actual goal in mind yet. You merely wanted to leave the town, and explore a bit....Test the waters, before you went traveling on an epic journey... You had your life savings in a bag at your side, along with a few supplies you had obtained. Some bedrolls, tents, and a few days of food and drink. You had a hundred gold pieces to your name, and were likely to have to utilize them in this Preliminary mission.... Recruiting your first Empowered. "Let's...see who's in here.." you said to yourself, before finally pushing the door to the tavern open... And glanced inside. ..... Immediately, figures came into view, of different shapes, and sizes come into view. Words, numbers, and details start to flood your view, before you lightly close your mind to it....Focusing instead on the basic details first..... A person's Level, Their Class, and...In this case, a possible, projected price they would charge you to investigate a nearby area. You could see a much more manageable set of numbers appear in your field of view...As you scanned the tavern's patrons. Sitting at a table with a flute of some kind, sits a male with forest green hair, and some muted brown clothes. Above him, is the word 'Bard' and 'Level: 2', with the price fluctuating..... Ordering at the bar, is a slender girl, with lime green hair, and a pointed black hat. You can see the words 'Mage' and 'Level 2' above her head, a '30' above her head as you turn some more.... Apologizing to the owner about something, is a girl with white hair, and a light blue haori... A kimono, that seems to stop just beneath her waistline... You can see a sword at her hip, and a flush on her face as she stammers out... [Blade] and [Level 1] above her head.....A fluctuating price above her head as well... Dealing cards among a group of unfamiliar figures is a woman with long, purple hair, and a generous physique. You can see a few of the others staring at her...sizable bust, but as you glance over, you see [Rogue] and [Level 5] above her head.....And a fluctuating price...but it stumbles above the triple digit mark........ "Hrm..." You'll be able to discern things better when you get closer to one of them.... The question is, who do you approach first? ================================================================================================================================== Choose wisely: Your First Empowered will be your most important. [Who do you approach first?] 1. The Level 2, Dark Green haired Male Bard [Price Fluctuates between 30 to 50 Gold] 2. The Level 2 Lime Green haired Female Mage [Price Fluctuates between 40 and 60 Gold] 3. The Level 1 Silver haired Female Blade [Price Fluctuates between 20 and 40 gold] 4. The Level 5 Purple Haired Female Rogue [Price Fluctuates from 90 to 500 Gold] 5. Sit around, and wait. [More people may show up....Or one may approach you] [Optional: Decide things about yourself] Gender: Are you a Boy, or a girl? Trait: Pick one of the following to have as a [Trait]. [Traits] are discovered by interacting with [Empowered], and may influence [Compatibility] with them. More Traits can be decided as your journey continues.... [Choose one from] [Royal]: A Runaway from Regality, you have a majestic aura about you that compels others to react more strongly to you! For better, and for worse... [Handy]: You're good with your hands, and as such, can maintain and utilize tools effectively for combat, and town-based activities. [Lewd]: You have a naughty mind that resonates well with other lewd minded individuals....But, makes you less appealing to those without the trait. [Gambler]: You love to gamble, and take risks. Higher amounts of payouts from bets, but also more likely to suffer more devastating losses. [Cute]: Your impeccable cuteness melts even the coldest of hearts! [Figuratively]. May lead to potential kidnappings by overzealous admirers of cute. [Outdoorsy]: You are good at doing things out in the open, such as starting campfires, or setting up tents. Are at a loss without materials, or in town areas. Gold: 100 Gold
  10. Keita123

    Omo Online

    Omo Online. It was quite the niche VRMMORPG that specifically appealed to people who like omorashi. Every character would have a bladder and bowel meter that would fill up quite faster than in the real world so everyone could experience accidents that would be too taboo to do in the real world. You would also get buffs to your stats the more you hold, encouraging constant desperation in the players. Yolko was such a player. Yolko, of course, was her character name. In the real world, she was just a shy college student who wished to try having a real accident. And now here, she could freely do so without ruining her real life reputation. Having an accident might still have consequences in game though. She chose to play as a knight, thus she started off with the knight intro. Once she entered the game world, she was in the large room along with many other players that chose the same start as her. "Please, take your seats, ladies and gentlemen. Final words from the headmaster before you leave the school." Ah, she understood. She and the other players were fresh graduates from the knight academy. She took a seat in one of the available seats. She immediately felt how tight her brown pants were, making her blush. She couldn't wear something like that in the real world for sure. The lecture soon began and it didn't take long for her to realize this was intended to be a simulation of the classic omo scenario as just a few moments into the event, she could feel a strong need to pee. Looking at the other crossed legs around her, it was not only her. She could feel her bowels stirring as well. So it begins... this game really is good at simulating desperation... What should I do next? 1. Hold for as long as I can. Treat it like it's really real. I want my first accident to be a really genuine one. 2. Begin relaxing her sphincter to leak and fart a little. I always wanted to do something naughty like this. 3. Rise up and ask for permission to go to the bathroom, just to see how the game would react A/N: Just stealing the design from SAO. Not actually a crossover.
  11. "I think you should just pee your pants." I was pretty sure I couldn't possibly have heard her right. I said as much. "If you really need to go so badly you should probably just pee your pants." Camille reiterated. Fair enough. I had been complaining about needing to pee since the two of us had left the uni bar to walk back to my girlfriend's house. It must be getting on her nerves. But I did really need to pee! "Sorry. I'll stop complaining." I might have been a little snarky at her lack of sympathy. A full bladder doesn't correlate with a good mood. She stopped walking and looked me in the eye. "No dude. I'm serious. There isn't anywhere decent to pee till you get to my place. It's all houses, traffic, and no cover. If you are busting you should just pee in your pants. They're dark, it probably won't show." I didn't quite know what to say, "Um... I can hang on. I was just complaining 'cause it's really uncomfortable." She narrowed her eyes at me, "Right. So pee your pants. It's not a big deal. Better than being "really uncomfortable". I wet my pants all the time if I need to." I had been dating Camille for three or four months and I had never once seen her pee herself. And anyway, people don't pee their pants out of convenience. Maybe it's because she's French? Do French girls pee themselves a lot? Not likely. I decided she was pulling my leg. "No you don't!" "Sure I do. I just don't make a big deal about it. Remember when when we went to see Nine Months play in the Gardens last month? Did you see me drinking beer? Did you see me use the portapotties?" Honestly I hadn't thought about it. I guess if I had I would have just assumed she had a big bladder. It certainly didn't cross my mind that she'd been peeing herself. "Seriously?" "Yeah." She was vehement, "Portapotties are really gross." "So is peeing your pants though." "Not really. Urine is pretty much sterile." She said casually. "Hey. Tell you what, since I can see you are resistant, if I wet myself first then will you pee your pants?" "Sure Camille." I absolutely didn't think she'd do it. Remember I was still pretty sure she was just fucking with me and I was calling her bluff. Nope. The next thing I knew Camille was standing in a puddle. My beautiful twenty-year-old girlfriend just pissed herself in broad twilight all over a public footpath next to a moderately busy road. Not that anyone else would have noticed. Her ankle length skirt hid everything except her suddenly wet sandals and a decent sized pool of pee. "You just wet yourself!" I was in shock. She looked at me like I was stupid, "Yeah? Did you not think I was going to do the exact thing I said I was going to do? Your turn now." "I though you were kidding!" "You thought wrong." She winked at me. "Now pee. A promise is a promise." She was right. I had, unintentionally, made a promise. She wouldn't be pleased if I backed out... "I'm not sure I can. I've never peed myself on purpose before." Everything was moving pretty quickly at this point. How had I agreed to this? "It's not so hard. Not if you are desperate. Just relax, let it come, imagine you are using a toilet." I must have been desperate, and maybe a little drunk, because it really wasn't hard. One second my pants were dry, and the next a solid stream of pee was pouring down my left leg. I was surprisingly warm, and not really gross at all. For a moment I felt good about my decision and that Camille might have been on to something with her whole "pants wetting for convenience" philosophy. But then... "Camille! You said it wouldn't show!" I looked down at my pants in horror. She tried and failed to smother a laugh, "I was super wrong. I really thought it wouldn't! I'm so sorry." She didn't sound sorry. My dark blue jeans were nearly black where my pee had soaked into them. Somehow the contrast made the dry parts look lighter than usual. It was pretty noticeable. Camille found my horror hilarious. Through giggles she promised her housemate was out for the evening so we should just hurry back to her place and take a nice shower together. "I promise I'll make it up to you." she said in a voice that told me how exactly how she would make it up to me. I felt myself growing hard and decided that if Camille was involved maybe deliberate pants wetting might be something worth pursuing.
  12. I figure I should draw more. Not only that, but I should draw better. I'll probably take request later, for now I should just focus on drawing more. Well it's been a while, so here's two I did last night. I already warned NSFW, but everyone who looks at my stuff should be prepared for anything. I'm making it a goal to draw more period, but especially what I do best. Already got more coming, there will be plenty of colored and shaded works, I just needed to loosen up a bit first. EDIT: Before It's too late to edit I forgot to mention. I do lots of furry and anthro stuff, but also pony is a favorite of mine. It's all fantasy porn, I don't go around showing this crap to little kids so I don't care. Not afraid of diaper or males, but I don't usually draw them. I tagged yuri because I plan on it.
  13. KayLeigh

    The Bulge Diary

    Okay guys, here's my thread :D I know that a lot of people want to see more bulges, myself included, so here's a thread for exactly that. I'll try and upload my own photos once or twice a week, in different outfits and the like :) Also, everyone is welcome, male, female, anyone :) (Even cats, Rini) Rules of this thread; Feel free to post your own bulges; the more the merrier! However, please refrain from uploading photos you've found on the internet. I'm trying to encourage participation from the members on the site, so yeah. Anyway, to start our ball rolling, here's a photo I took a few days ago. Please enjoy my thread! xo Kay
  14. Hope everyone isn't getting bored of me yet I ended up going a lot this time!!
  15. AN- Hi all! This story was the result of my first commission. If you enjoy it, or some of my other work, please consider commissioning me if you're interested in a customer piece! I'll be breaking this down into 3 chapters due to length. Hope you all enjoy! “Okay girls! I'm about to head out! Come say bye!” A young man called. He grabbed his overstuffed denim backpack and hefted it over his left shoulder. He ran his right hand through his Sandy brown hair as he mentally went over the checklist of everything he was going to need for this work trip. He hated having to leave his girls behind, but rules were rules. Doing a last pat down of his pockets to confirm he had his critical items, Troy nodded to himself and stepped out of his room and into the hallway leading to the front door. He smiled seeing his Pokemon waiting to send him off. Kendall, his Absol, rubbed up against his leg affectionately. She'd come an awful long way since he had first caught her as a young pup. Sandra, his Braixen, gave him a warm hug. She hated when her trainer left, she always missed him terribly. That was why Troy had brought home Kendall in the first place, to help curb some of the loneliness. “I'll miss you too girls. Be good while I'm gone. I don't want a repeat of last time either, Sandra. You do not mess with the doors while I'm gone, understood? I'm setting the alarm, so I will know if you do. I'll be back bright and early tomorrow.” He made sure Sandra had nodded to indicate her understanding before he reached down to ruffle Kendall’s fur and make sure her collar was still in place. He didn't even want to consider the mess he'd come home to without it. The collar activated an electronic lock that would let her out to do her business. With a final wave, Troy opened the door and left, locking it behind him. The two pokemon stared for a minute after hearing the click before looking at each other. “What now?” Asked Sandra. Kendall shrugged her forelegs. “We could watch some tv, and drink some of the sodas I managed to get.” She offered with a slightly mischievous grin. Troy did not like them having sugary drinks often, but being as quick and quiet as she was had its advantages. Sandra wasn't much of a rule breaker, but if Kendall had already done the hard part, she might be persuaded to acquiesce. The allure of the forbidden fruit proved too strong for the often times goody two shoes to resist. Sandra nodded eagerly. Kendall trotted off to their shared room. Occasionally either of them slept on the couch, but Troy’s house had 3 bedrooms and only himself aside from the Pokemon. He'd used one of the spare rooms as a workout and gaming facility, but the third he'd left to Braixen, who had happily shared the space when Kendall had first joined them. What Sandra hadn't realized, however, was there was a false floorboard on a section. The Absol had been positively tickled to discover it. She tended to stash all sorts of treats in it, and it was from here the she retrieved several cans of various pops. She slipped the floorboard back in place and began setting the cans on a small cart Troy had kindly purchased for her. Being the only quadruped, it could be tricky to get things from room to room with only her mouth. The cart left her gather more things at once, something she was quite glad for as she maneuvered it out into the living room to share with Sandra. “Tada!” The Absol exclaimed, lifting one of her forepaws as though she was pulling off a curtain. Sandra sighed and rolled her eyes, accompanying it with a mocking clap. Kendall pretended to bow, which was mostly ignored. “Would you mind doing to honors?” She asked, before trotting over to the Braixen with a can her her mouth. Her tail wagged eagerly as her friend popped the lid (the benefits of having thumbs never ceased to amaze the quadruped.), and kindly poured it out into a bowl. Kendall began to lap at the soda enthusiastically while Sandra grinned her own can and started to guzzle it down. She wished she had any idea how the Absol managed to snag so many drinks. Even though she wasn't the type to do something like that, it was still impressive. Soon both the can and bowl were empty, and Sandra poured out another one for her friend while drinking at her own. It looked like Kendall had gotten her paws (or more accurately teeth, judging by the small regular dents on each beverage) on about 12. They'd probably go through all of them before Troy got back, given he'd left so early in the day. Sandra didn't think it was even noon yet. As Kendall sipped the last dregs of her bowl, she belched loudly and then gave a satisfied sigh. Sandra gave her a disapproving look, ignoring the contented sigh that came next. “Hey, want me to set up your bowl next to the TV? There is supposed to be a marathon of The Diary of a Pokéromantic starting soon. It's leading up to the final episode.” Kendall nodded. “Of course! I can't wait to see how it ends up.” She grabbed her bowl in her mouth and the duo walked into the living room together. Sandra worked on turning the TV to the right channel since the remote had disappeared a while back. Kendall realized the soda, while delicious, had made her more thirsty from the sheer amount of sugar, and trotted back into the kitchen to drink water. She nudged the sink handle up and drank from the tap. Mmm, water was exactly what she needed. “Kendall! Come on, it's starting!” Sandra called. “Oh, and could you grab me a water bottle out of the fridge?” “Sure!” Kendall replied, turning the tap back off and getting back down to all fours. She made a face as her front paws hit the ground, all the liquid in her stomach seemed to slosh uncomfortably. She'd slow it down, she thought, as she hooked a paw under the fridge door handle gently to open it, took the water bottle in her teeth, and wandered back out to join Sandra. “Thank you, that soda made me so thirsty.” The Braixen said appreciatively, as she took the bottle out of Kendall’s mouth, before cracking the lid and taking a long gulp. Kendall wagged her tail in reply, and gave a friendly nod before settling onto the couch. She noticed Sandra had refilled her bowl with one of the sodas. Awesome, she wouldn't have to ask mid episode. “Good thing you go here! They're airing this with no commercials during the episodes, just a few intermissions.” Sandra filled Kendall in. “Great! Commercials are the worst, I wish they'd get rid of them altogether.” Sandra nodded with agreement, tucking her feet up onto her chair to be a little more comfortable. While her and Kendall had their disagreements from time to time, and the initial adjustment had been tough, she was really happy to have her friend. They got along really well, despite the Absol’s rebellious streak and Sandra’s more meek and obedient nature. She sipped on her water as the first episode started, quickly becoming engrossed in the show. The intermissions, as it turned out, we pretty long. Normally Pokéromance was about an hour, but without commercials it was cut down to around forty minutes. The ten minute intermission at the end of the first episode was a welcome break to grab some snacks from the kitchen and fill Kendall’s bowl with water. Sandra had started absentmindedly drinking another water bottle when the next show started. It wasn't until a few minutes in that she noticed her bladder was starting to send some signals. By this point she'd downed a good portion of her new water bottle, so she put the lid on and set it aside. Her legs readjusted to spread out a bit more, trying to find a new way to sit that would let her get through. She knew there was almost thirty minutes left, and she’d seen the episode before even though Kendall hadn’t. She could take a potty break, but decided to wait. Worst case scenario, she could just make a dash to the bathroom. Kendall might tease her a little, but there would be no real harm done. Given how much she'd been drinking though, Sandra’s bladder filled faster than she had expected. Ten minutes later she was having trouble sitting still, and the episode was only half over. Kendall began to notice Sandra’s constant movement. The sound was interrupting her immersion and was getting a bit annoying. “You okay?” She asked. Sandra nodded, and stopped shifting around so much. She didn't mean to be quite so obvious something was wrong. Even knowing nothing really bad would happen, she felt a little shy admitting she was starting to need to pee pretty urgently. A few minutes later she bit the bullet. All that soda had gone straight through her it seemed like. She got up and started walking toward the bathroom, which was down two halls and on the left. She always thought it was weird that it was so far away from the living room, but it did put it closer to her bedroom. Sandra shut the door behind her, locking it. Her bladder seemed to realize how close she was to the toilet, suddenly sending an extremely strong signal that it needed to let go immediately. “Mmmph.” Sandra made an unusual noise as she put her hand between her legs and pushed on her pussy. She had to bounce in place for a minute to get control. What was she thinking, letting it get this bad? Finally the full balloon inside of her settled down enough so that she could skitter over and do her business. Sandra felt an intense relief as she started to piss. It washed over her body like a wave, relaxing her muscles as her stream echoed in the bathroom. The Braixen sighed contentedly, so glad to had just decided to go instead of waiting any longer. Although, with such an intense relief, she wondered if waiting would've made it a more pleasurable feeling. She pondered that idly for the next thirty seconds or so as she finished up, washed her hands, and returned to the living room. “Did you get lost?” Kendall teased. Her friend had been gone a while, she must have really needed to go. Though she didn't say it, her own need was starting to build. With only fifteen minutes left in the show though, the Absol resolved to wait. It wasn't that bad yet anyway. Sandra rolled her eyes before sitting back down. She decided to wait a little while before grabbing another drink. “Whatever.” Sandra replied. She smirked, grabbing her stick from beside the chair. She began to concentrate on a bag cheese snacks Kendall was munching on. Pointing her stick at the cheese crackers, she twitched it upward and the bag shot into the air. “Hey!” The Absol screeched, both annoyed and confused to have her treats ripped away from her grasp. Sandra telekinetically lowered the bag into her grasp, snatching out a handful triumphantly. Kendall was not happy anyone had taken something away from her, but took it in stride. “Well at least I can wait until the end of a show to pee!” She declared, sticking her tongue out at Sandra. “Well tell me when not peeing brings you your snacks back.” Sandra snarkily replied. Kendall didn't want to miss out on the show any longer than she had to so rather than fighting more, she huffed indignantly and settled back onto her paws to enjoy the rest of the episode.
  16. So I was drinking about two liters of Diet Coke when my urge to pee struck me like a lightning bolt. I ran up stairs, having to stop and dance along the way to prevent myself from losing it. I immediately started potty-dancing, unable to resist the extreme urge. I was wearing a red hoodie along with loose grey sweatpants as I desperately danced on the bathroom floor. Every time I went to take a picture, I would leak, and the urine slowly but not visibly would run down my pantsleg. Not even that far into holding, I peed for about 20 seconds, and it made a huge spot on the front of my sweatpants. I could have gotten away with saying it was a sweat spot, but my bladder wasn't done. I bent down for a second, releasing my leg from being squeezed against each other, to pick up my phone, when my bladder lets out pee flowing through my sweatpants like a rushing waterfall. I was so embarrassed, unable to hide the stain on my hoodie and my now drenched sweatpants. This is my biggest wetting so far, but luckily my sweatpants absorbed all of my pee so that I wouldn't leave a puddle. I thank you all for reading my experience, it was quite fun! I love suggestions, so if you want to recommend a wetting for me, do so in the comments! I love you all! 💕
  17. Valeri night

    female A Lewd wet 4th of July

    Hellooooo everyone Valeri again here with another jam packed experience, today I will be writing up a story that happened quite recently on the Fourth of July. (as the title suggests) This story follows the wonderful cast of the great and amazing me, The always perfect Faith, two guys that don’t matter, and a friend of Faith who I don’t know to well, a girl we shall call Ashley. (Ash for short) I've been being kinda lazy so there isn't really any desperation in this part it's just kinda the day starting up to everything but I should be able to post the other part sometime tomorrow as long as I don't sleep all day ^_^ The day started off like most of my boring days, sleep in till about twelve then pretend I don’t have anything to do for about an hour or so till my body or time force me to leave my protective bed. Today I actually had the day off so time was not the reason for me rejoining the world of the living, but it was in fact my annoying bladder that forced me out of my bed and into the light of day. After ignoring my bladder pangs for an hour or so, I finally stumbled out of bed and into the bathroom. From there I started my daily routine of relieving myself, then brushing my teeth. After I finished brushing my teeth I went ahead and decided to just go ahead and shower while I was somewhat awake and in the bathroom. Being the girl I am while I showered I went ahead and shaved once again, even though I end up shaving nearly as soon as any hair grows on me.(I’m not a fan of body hair, not one bit)And being one of the only two girls in our apartment I didn’t mind leaving the shower wearing only my towel or sometimes when I know I’m alone nothing at all. Now that I was somewhat awake I decided to go and eat something for “breakfast” so I went ahead and grabbed a little fruit cup out of the fridge before I went back to hide in my room. I couldn’t remember whether or not Faith had gone to work or whatever she does, but that didn’t matter at the moment. Now that I had my little makeshift breakfast I sat down at my computer to watch some youtube and enjoy some lovely diced fruit. Fast forward a couple hours and two water bottles later and you would see a girl slightly bouncing in her chair still watching the same youtube as she was three hours before. “Knock Knock, Hey Val you in there?” I jumped in surprise from the loud banging on my door and I quickly got up to open my door. “Hey what’s up” I asked Faith slightly hiding behind my door. “Well you know it’s fourth of july and I don’t know if you may or may not have plans but me and a couple of friends were going to watch some down by the lake in the closest city, did you want to come with us?” I just kinda give Faith a look of suspicion “what friends?” “Well my friend Ashley she’s nice a quiet girl I’ve known for awhile, then this guy I go to school with and his friend.” “well that doesn't seem to bad I guess, when did you want to leave?” Faith just kinda thought for a moment “Well It doesn't get dark till 8ish so around eight?” “Yeah sounds okay I’ll be here okay, so just kinda give me a heads up i’ll be ready” I smile to Faith as i slowly shut the door. “Okay great Val you’ll love it I swear” Faith quickly shouts to me before I shut the door. “Ugghghgh” I moan to myself as I slam my face into my pillow on my bed, why did I say yes of course I don’t want to meet all these people. Oh well it’s about six now so I’ve got a couple hours till we leave so at least I’ve got plenty of time. My bladder grumbled and reminded me that It was still kinda full from earlier, well might as well go relieve myself soon It would be super embarrassing to be desperate around Faith’s friends. My face flushed from the thought of having to hold myself or even worse peeing myself not only around Faith but friends of hers that I’ve never meet before. Well might as well pick out an outfit for tonight that’s fun at least I smile to myself and move over to my closet to find out what to wear. Hmm lets see here I don’t really have anything really red white and blue… Well I guess I can wear my thigh high white socks, and I know I’ve got a blue skirt in here somewhere. All that I need know Is something red, rummaging through my mess of a closet I pull out all my red shirts and hoodies. I end up going with a red long sleeve turtleneck that fit my body very well, with my outfit basically picked out I needed to pick out the most festive undergarments that I had. (not that anybody would get to see them but you know) I went ahead with a matching pair of White lace panties and a White bra(kinda basic but I’m an angel you know) After putting everything on I do a little spin in my mirror watching my skirt frill up and dance at my sides, I looked absolutely adorable and was starting to think that it may not be to bad of an idea to go out tonight. Now that I was in my lovely outfit I went ahead to go add some makeup to this face of mine, I don’t wear makeup to often so I wasn’t able to do anything to crazy but it did make me look a little better in my opinion. As I finished up my makeup and looking over at myself I heard the door to my apartment open and hear Faith and other voices inside. I start to get a little uncomfortable from the idea of having to open the door with all eyes on me. Knowing the longer i hide in here the worse off it’ll be for me I go ahead and mentally prepare myself to open the door. Opening the door to the bathroom and walking out with elegance and definence I strut out of the bathroom and start to head to my door. “Why hello beautiful how are you today” I hear Faith say to me, looking over I see Faith sitting on the couch and the three other people who I’ve never seen before. Come on over don’t be a stranger, you look really cute by the way. Sighing to myself I walked over to where Faith and friends were sitting, “thank you Faith” I mumble as I sit down opposite to the side of everyone else. “Well everybody this is valeri she is my roommate, she is a little shy but a lovely girl.” Well hello valeri you look quite beautiful today” one of the guys smiles as he shakes my hand, I can’t help but roll my eyes a little as the other guy introduces himself as Jake.” My flirtatious friend here is Zack by the way” he mentions to me. “Nice to meet you” I quietly say back to him, “and you are?” I ask to the other girl. “My names Ashley It’s nice to meet you.” I just kinda sat there awkwardly as the guys start talking to each other and I’m not sure whether or not to leave and hide back in my room. “Hey come here” Faith says grabbing me and Ashley “Hey-” I try and get out as she pulls me into her room. “Shut the door ashley” Faith asks as she hops onto the bed, “listen here ladies I need your help.” “What do you need Faith” that hurt my wrist I think to myself. “Ashley, Val I need you two to help me pick out an outfit for tonight.” “Really? that's all,” I think to myself she started pulling outfits out of her closet. I just kinda sat against the wall as her and Ashley went through and picked through her choices. “Hey val which one do you think looks more festive?” she asks. Looking over I see an outfit with little silver stars on the top and a pair of ripped blue jeans, “go with that one Faith.” “ooh Ash said the same thing so I gotta go with this one” Figuring my job was done I went to go open the door but Faith stopped me and said “wait not just yet you gotta tell me how it looks on me first silly.” “Fine” I mumble expecting her to go and change in her closet, but she just starts taking her clothes off right in front of us. My eyes go wide and I immediately look away, “what Val you embarrassed to see me like this” Faith teases me as she takes off her pants and top leaving herself in just her bra and panties. Well i um you know i’ve never seen you like this so... I stumble over my words as my face goes bright red. “Don’t worry next time i’ll have you undress for me so that away we are even” as Faith teases me more, all the while Ashley just kinda giggles as she looks up from her phone at me. “It looks great Faith” Ashley complemtes as Faith shows off her outfit, yeah you look great I smile still kinda flustered to how open she was with her body. “Well we should probably get going soon it’s getting kinda dark and we don’t want to miss anything” “Yeah good point Ash”, “alrighty val go get your stuff we will finish up in just a minute.” “Okay Faith I’ll be out in a moment” I reply back as I quickly move through the living room where the two guys were still hanging out in. Grabbing all my things I couldn't stop thinking about how open Faith was about her body and how sexy she looked. “I wish I looked like that” I sighed to myself “Oh well time to go I guess.” With that I headed out the door into the living room and soon we all left together in one car. “It’ll be about thirty minutes to get there so get comfy everyone” Faith mentions starting the car. “I hope there will be parking” one of the guys thinks out loud, I kinda space out looking out the passenger side window feeling a hand on my thigh I shoot up and look over at Faith who smiles and whispers “let me know if you feel uncomfortable or want to anything, I can give you the keys so you can go back to the car or something.” smiling I thank her, I then shift my weight over to the window and close my eyes dozing off till we show up.
  18. *Authorized Access: Hello, xError_MissingName here. I will be your conductor for the orchestration of the events you're about to see. From your point of view, the world you're about to witness is a futuristic version of your own. This here is miss Yenesis Heaven, an A-class android. She's 22 years old, brave, and unmistakably beautiful. She is inorganic in her left eye, her breasts, her left arm, her right forearm, and her lower legs. The augmentations have given her many useful abilities and even more potential for upgrades. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's see her. She has fair skin, a beautiful face, short white blonde hair in a bob cut that covers a bit over her left eye, a toned but feminine body, a pair of C cup (but adjustable) breasts, a healthy bottom, and a pair of womanly legs. Her pores are slightly augmented to produce a nutritious, anti-aging clear liquid that enhances cellular reproduction by eliminating cell senescence. The pores on her face can also auto-generate her makeups as well as remove them. The internal workings of her body has similar enhancements to her skin. I tell you all this now because it explains why you'll see her consume much more food and water to run efficiently and survive. In this dreamscape, we have all of time itself. But her journey must start now. She must find purpose in her new life as an android. Feel free to give us some advice. Because when she sleeps... I'll return. ***** ***** Authorized Access Only ***** ***** Checking Subconsciousness ***** ***** Checking Consciousness ***** ... ..... ....... ***** Identify Confirmed ***** [Yenesis Heaven] My eyes open. I see a ceiling fan going around and around. I'm laying in my bed, snuggling under the blanket. This dark brown room stinks. One source of light beams through a broken window cover while the other blinks on and off in my bathroom. Did I forget to turn it off? ... I feel the now common pang in my bladder. It's irritating but something must be done about it. I cross my legs under the blanket. Turning on my side, I slide a hand down there as well. Squirming only as much as I need to, I try to clear the grogginess by sleeping in just a bit more. I try to relax. My body stops and I can feel the weight of my bladder. Sigh. Why do I even care anymore? Who's here to judge me for pissing in my own bed? I start urinating with my eyes closed. The stream hits my wrist before running down the side of my thigh. Piss pools around my bum and starts to spread on the mattress sheet. Good thing I went to bed naked, I guess. Tomorrow I'll move on from here. The abandoned building vibe gives me shivers... that or the warm lake I just made by doing my business in the sheets. The blanket caught it too. Now I regret it. The relief is appreciated but now, reality hits: I just pissed myself in my own bed. I already can't recall the logic that was going through my brain but, carefully, I push myself up off the crime scene, pee dripping from my thighs into the dissipating puddle. The smell makes it even more embarrassing. I throw the blanket over the spot where I laid. I walk into the bathroom. I still have to go. I sit down on the toilet and relax. Now I have to remember where I put my clothes. ... They're in the bedroom, of course. I finish and wipe myself with my bare hand because there's no toilet paper in here. I walk over to the sink and twist the facet. Nothing. I move over to the tub to try the shower. Nothing. I hate this place. I move back into the bedroom and wipe myself down with the dry spots of the blanket. I dress myself into my pair of shiny silver briefs and bra, my pair of tight black pants, my black tank top (that shows off the edges of my bra), and my black sneakers. I don my grey baseball cap and turn on some makeup for myself. Why not? Now it's time to find something to eat. ... I walk down the stairs with echoing steps. The silence really bugs me. I feel a tinge of fear running down my spine as I make it out onto the empty street. If I remember correctly, there's a bar northwest of here. Maybe I'll find a job there too. But first, I have to walk. ... My thighs and bum feel a bit sticky. Gross. The bar is right in front of me. The street here is a bit dirtier and feels more lived on. Noises of the bar's patrons tell me that I'm safe to enter without drawing too much attention to myself. I walk inside. A colorful palette of neon colors greet me along with the sight of a dozen and a half patrons drinking and talking among themselves. Only the bar owner pays me any attention. I walk over to him. The man is rather large in a bulky, strongman way. He has an eyepatch over his left eye and a cigarette on his lips. He's got a full beard that looks to be still growing on him and a buzz cut head of dark hair. Auto-analyzing his profile, he should be around his late forties to early fifties. Even though he appears younger, he's augmented just a bit. He seems nice though, maybe he'll see me as the same. "Hey there, you want a drink?" He says. A drink? At this early hour of the day? "No, thanks. Do you have something to eat?" I reply. "Sure, what do you want? I've got rations, soups, bread, sandwiches, burgers, and fish balls." That's... a unique variety of food. "Um, how much for some soup?" "Wait a minute, young lady." Uh oh. "... You don't have any credits to your name." Crap, he checked my profile. "Can I owe you for this one? I haven't eaten since... days ago," I say to him. "Listen here, kid, I'll do you one better." ... Huh? "If you're willing to work, I'll get you some food. You are looking for a job too, right? No point in coming here, otherwise, unless you were banking on a stranger's generosity. Hah!" I nod my head. "Alright, so you're willing to work, yes?" "Yeah." "Good. Listen closely then, kid," he leans in. "I've recently received a shipment of some specialized beers and I need someone to deliver it. My usual driver yesterday got in an accident real bad and doesn't even lift a finger now. I need you to drive the truck that I have in the back of the bar to this address... here." The barkeeper hands me a chip. The location must be on it but... "Why the secrecy?" I decide to ask. "Because it's a specialized beer, see? Secret recipe. I don't plan on living in his dump for any longer than I have to and that beer is going to put our name on the map. I need you to deliver it to where my people are so they can spread the word and product. Do what you're supposed to and I'll even pay you, yeah? But don't open up the back of the truck, understand? Or else you'll ruin the refrigeration." Sounds doable. "Yeah, alright. Can I get something first though?" "Oh yeah, here," he hands me a key. "Again, the truck's just 'round the back." "... I meant some food." "Oh, that's right. Early payment for you, I guess. Now, what do you want?" I order a soup and a few sandwiches and start eating. Everything tastes alright but I'm in no position to be a critic. I quickly chug down a few glasses of water before heading out. Stuffed, I make my way to where the truck should be and find a monstrosity in its stead. The supposed delivering truck is a safety regulation gone out the window. Sigh. No complaints though. A girl's gotta eat. I climb into the truck and start it up. I implant the chip into my arm and it gives me some coordinates... twelve hours away. Motherfucker. Yet... I'm also in no position to bargain. It's just time to drive. ... Five hours on an empty desert road and I'm beginning to feel like shit. The air conditioning doesn't work, the sun is right in my face, and I actually have to take a rest stop. I feel my bladder aching in defiance against my rubbing legs. This time, I'm NOT pissing all over myself. At any point on the road, I know I can simply stop for a quick break. But I'm just as stubborn as my bladder. I'll not stop if I'm not asked nicely or, in other words, if it doesn't stop wrecking my nerves and making me look like an un-potty-trained six year-old who constantly has to pee every few hours. Grumble. Great. But not great. I have to poop. An immediate pain grips my stomach as I instinctively bend forward and clutch it with a free hand. I could feel the intense pressure building up, calmly but menacingly demanding me to let go. But all I had was soup and a few sandwiches. At most, it should've blocked my system... unless... the food was fucking dirty. Sweat begins to bead on my forehead where the sun couldn't manage before. THUMP. A bump in the road suddenly launches me off the seat for a split second. "Damn it!" I felt it, a jet of something warm running through my uterus. I bend straight back up and I could feel the full force of the pressure in the back again. Alright, time for a stop. I glance at the side view mirrors, holding on with a left hand buried between my legs and crotch and the elbow of my left arm trying fruitlessly to massage my stomach. For some reason, both sides of the road has a big enough ditch for the truck to get stuck in if I try to pull over. I grit my teeth. Through sticky strands of hair covering my face, I could see the end. An impossibly long stretch of extra rocky desert road. Worst yet, another truck is coming up behind me. If I jump out now, I'll piss immediately, with or without pants. "F-Fuck me... f-fuck it!" I groan, signal, and pull over on the side of the road. My right hand works to put the truck in parking with my left hand struggles to unbutton my pants. The hard stop gives the last push to break my control as the front of my pants begins to grow hot. I rush to quickly yank my pants and briefs down to my knees. To my horror, the flood doesn't wait before I can open the side door and hot pee shoots into the door's compartment. A bit leaks away from the main stream and flows onto my thighs before the leather seat. I finally open the door. "Haaahhh..." The stream soaks the ground with intensity, blowing up steam and the smell of hot piss. I hang onto the door with one hand while the other hangs onto the neck of the seat. My legs, stuck in a pair of briefs and pants, spread with little success to keep the stream from separating into smaller rivulets running down into my shoes. I feel my face grow hotter than before. A cramp suddenly drops me as I hit the gravel clutching my stomach with one arm. Seeing the oncoming truck with no chance of stopping, I feel my embarrassment grow to an unbearable level. I yank my underwear up... a bad mistake. The pee hits the material with its full force and causes the gusset of the briefs to dip before flooding completely, marking a dark but shiny spot on it. Groan. I can't pull my pants up or else I'll flood them too. I push myself to finish quickly while using the door to hide my flushed face from the truck that's coming up close. My embarrassment mounts as a sizable puddle forms beneath me because the ground can't absorb quickly enough. The truck stops. Its front doors open. Two men in black suits exit the vehicle, pointing their guns at me. "Freeze, freak! You're under arrest!" "Put your hands in the air!" It looks like they drive a transport truck for prisoners, the SSH or the Superior Society of Humans. It's no coincidence that they are here. Either they stalk this road, the barkeeper set me up, or both. In any case, I've been caught with my pants down... literally, and with one too many guns to even try to get away or disarm anyone. "Lay down, freak!" I slowly lay down on my stomach, pants down and wincing with every movement in a puddle of my own pee. Life... is a bitch.
  19. Opps! I had a small sneeze-related accident in my brand new panties. Nothing like wetting your pristine white cotton panties on their first day out! I may have bought 28 pairs of new panties while in the UK, and this pair is one of them! I absolutely love the polka dots and the waistband is super comfy!
  20. rachelkirwan

    female Tiny Wet Spot

    I was just at work and I thought to myself, why not nip into the washroom, pull off your panties, and snap a picture of the little wet spot you created thinking dirty thoughts. This is not pee 😉
  21. Anyone know of good videos where a girl finds a place (usually somewhere discreet but still in public) to go, pulls down her pants/panties, starts going, but then gets caught and has to pull them back up, and finishes going in her pants? I know of at least 1 LoveWetting video like that (couldn't find it quickly, sorry!) and one old one that was up on here a while ago but got taken down of a girl running through the forest and then this exact following situation. Would love to know if there's more where those came from.
  22. Jeffery Mewtamer

    Ojamajo Doremi Interactive.

    So, I've decided to try my hand at interactive fiction, and I've decided to do so within one of my all-time favorite anime. If you've checked out my FF.net(Jeffery Mewtamer) or A3O(Jeffery_Mewtamer) accounts, both of which I believe are linked in my signature, you'll know I haven't done much pure omo-stuff and have written material on a number of fetishes, so I'm fairly comfortable with making this as lewd or weird as the audience wants. I typically check the forums twice daily(morning and evening), and while I make no guarantees, I'll try to write at least one update a day of a few paragraphs length. For those unfamiliar with the show, the premise is basically Elementary School Slice-of-life meets Magical Girls of the cute witch variety. The main girls are Witch Apprentices and the local magic allows them to do basically anything they can think of with a wave of a wand(Poron as they're called in-verse), a non-sensical incantation, and a command phrase, though there are ill-defined limits on what a single apprentice can do without using Magical Stage to combine power with others. They can't, however, use magic openly due to a curse that turns witches called out by humans into blob-like creatures called Witch Frogs. The term Ojamajo is a portmanteau of the Japanese words Ojama(Bothersome, annoying) and Majo(witch) coined in-verse by the girls' mentor to describe her first apprentice. There is a sequel series of Light Novels that take place when the girls are in Highschool and the Witch Frog Curse has been lifted, but I'll probably stick to the Anime portion of the timeline since I'm more familiar with it(the fansubs were halfway though the last season when my vision became too poor to watch fansubs, and I've read the scripts from the episodes I couldn't watch while the translation of the LNs was, last I checked, only about 2/3 of the way through volume two out of nine), and because I'm an unrepentant lolicon. Anyways, on to the first bit of interaction: Which girl should be the initial focus? Doremi Harukaze: Candy Apple Red Hair down to her butt, usually kept in two oversized Odango that resemble Mickey Mouse Ears with Pink eyes. The Title character, clumsy, boy-crazy, drools over steak, and is the self proclaimed unluckiest pretty girl in the world. Made a Witch apprentice after turning Majorika into a Witch Frog, and the reason Majorika coined the term Ojamajo. The neutral/beauty of the original Trio. Hazuki Fujiwara: Brown Hair held in back with an Orange Bow with long side locks in front and brown eyes. Bookish, shy, bespectacled, and terrified of ghosts. Is very down to earth despite being born into wealth. The Femme/Brains of the Original Trio. Aiko Senoo: short blue hair that curls slightly at the ends and blue eyes. Transfer student from Osaka and very athletic. The Butch/Brawn of the original Trio. Poppu Harukaze: Pink hair that sticks out to the sides to resemble feathery wings with pink eyes. Doremi's younger sister, but by far the more mature of the two. Became and Apprentice when she discovered the original three's secret, but never became a full-time member of the Ojamajo team. Onpu Segawa: Purple Hair kept in a short side pony tail that gives her head the shape of an eighth note with Purple Eyes. Originally an antagonist and apprentice to Majorika's rival, she befriended the girls and joined their team by the end of the first season. A famous Child Idol with a fanclub a million strong by the 2/3 mark of the second season. Momoko Asuka: blonde hair kept in a pair of rings and green eyes. Spent much of her childhood in America to the point that she couldn't speak her native Japanese when she was first introduced. Loves baking and dreams of becoming a professional patissiere. Hana Makihatayama: Long, blonde hair in giant twin tails and brown eyes. Originally a newborn witch left in the girls' care, she overloaded her innate magic at the age of 2 to turn herself into a sixth grader so she could go to school with her mamas. Though incredibly smart for her true age, she is incredibly immature for her apparent age and often gets weird looks from classmates even when she isn't being careless with magic. Extremely hyperactive, refers to herself in third person, and often uses honorifics in an unusal manner. Is also a contender for the next queen of the witch world and is practically the crown princess in all but name. One of the Ojamajos' Female Classmates: I'll leave it up to prior knowledge of the series and google fu for those who want to go this route. Note: this series averts anonymous classmates entirely, giving a full 60 student roster for the two classes of the grade most of the Ojamajo are in(and while no as readily available, I hear even Poppu's class has a complete roster). Naturally, I can't guarantee familiarity with every classmate if readers pick one that has only had a single episode of focus. Well, go ahead and vote, and with any luck, I'll have an initial scene with the chosen girl either this evening or tomorrow morning.