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  1. question for swimmers

    I've found this message in a forum I follow "I've seen it happen on many occasions. Girls on the swim team don't have the time to all wait for the bathroom. Occasionally our team will travel to other pools which require use of locker rooms that aren't ours. Our somewhat unspoken rule is that if the locker room is nice and in good shape, we try to pee into the drains and not to leave too many puddles. But; if the locker room is very run down no one really cares where they go. It common to have about five to ten girls of the team around the sinks and the mirrors changing after practice. Usually if they need to pee they will just step away from where they are and go, or the ones that sit on the sink usually just pee off of it. I do feel bad sometimes about the puddles we leave. A lot of the time my pee is very yellow and when I pee I tend to pee a lot." is it something that happens a lot ?
  2. Chapter 1 Keelie was a boyish, but attractive college female. She was average height, mostly wore jeans and sneakers, t shirts, and that day a jacket as well. Purple jacket. She had just gotten to school, her hair wrapped in a ponytail, and made her way off the town bus, and into the building. And dear lord, her morning bladder was about to burst into her panties and jeans. "Oohhh," Keelie moaned. Her arms stuck to her sides in fists and legs pressed together tight as she took small, fast steps. Her belly was expanded out over her jeans waist, her bladder swollen after a whole night worth of pee. She had gotten up late and had to get to class. "Oh no, oh no!" She went through the bathroom doors and tried to push a stall door open. Locked and occupied. She wrestled with the other locked, then one more stall. Also occupied. She pulled on her hair as the pressure below had reached boiling, painful pulses. Her legs shut tight and shuffled over each other. She knocked in the door. "Excuse me, you done yet? I REALLY gotta go!" She felt the warm gist start across her crotch. She was about to explode. Then, a stall door opened. She ran inside, shut the door, pulled her jeans down, and let it pour out of her. "Aahhh," she said in peace as she felt her bladder and belly deflate back to normal. The pee filled so much it hit her butt. She flushed, washed hands, and took a drink from the water fountain and went to class. About two hours went by. She had taken a couple drinks from the fountain and her juice bottle. Keelie weak bladder once again had started to ache. She got up about to use the bathroom, but her professor stopped her. "Where are you going?" "To the bathroom," Keelie said and blushed. Having just said aloud in front of everyone she needed to go. "You can wait until after class." Keelie let out a breath of annoyance and went back to sit. As the last half hour went by the pressure had built up again in her bladder. She really needed to go to the bathroom again. Her pee was feeling hot, pushy, and even have anxiety. The professor was drawing on the board to explain water dams. The look at the drawings of water, along with seeing other water bottles around her made her forehead sweat and legs start to shake. Her friend Thomas looked down at her waist. He saw Keelie hold her belly with one hand and the other hand in her crotch. "You ok?" He whispered. She said, "I just have to go to the bathroom." By the time class ended Keelie was DESPERATE. That's why her eyes widened in terror as she saw the line stretch out of the women's bathroom. "Damn," Thomas said. "Oh I can't wait that long!" Keelie said as she saw other girls squirm waiting. She ran upstairs and added pulses on her bladder. "No!" She yelled. The bathroom had a line out of it. She ran downstairs to the bottom. One bathroom left in this building. The next was across campus. She said, "oh thank holy-NO!" Another line stretched outside the toilets for girls. Thomas watched his poor friend bend over and her jeans tighten around her butt. She held her crotch and sweated in agony. Feelings one pulse after the other hit her hard. Her legs squeezed and squirmed. "What am I gonna do!?!?" To be continued...
  3. I've been searching around on pornhub and came across some videos. I did a search here of the title of the video and didn't get anything to show up for what I have found on pornhub. I do hope that these videos haven't been posted already and if they have been, I do apologize about the re-post of them. La cochonne fait Pipi dans son short.mp4 Norwegian desperate pissing in leggings.mp4 Orgasming while pissing my little panties (sorry so shaky!).mp4 Peeing in white pants.mp4 Pipi pantalon pyjama.mp4 Sugar Thighs Pee Her Jeans.mp4 Valeryandconyxx Masturbation And Wets My Shorts.mp4
  4. Looking for videos of women licking panties while peeing like this one. Does anyone have the full version of this. c6c462290e.360.mp4
  5. female The Potion Incident

    What's up, everyone? I've been working on some stories for some regular writing and... inevitably, I wound up dreaming up some omorashi scenarios for the characters. So, here's this story concept I've wanted to work with for a while. I finally decided to just go ahead and do it. It's planned to be a multiple part series. Hope you enjoy. Warning: may contain loli. _________________________________________ Samantha Adder walked through the nearly-empty halls of the academy, her destination laser-focused in her brain. She took a sip from her cup of coffee, her third of the day. Normally, she didn’t drink nearly that much all at once, but this week was different. This was the week of the field agent exams, quite possibly the most important week of her life. She was one of the most promising apprentices in the entire academy, and doing well in these exams would mean moving on to the next step. If she succeeded, she would become a full-fledged sorceress. The actual test wasn’t until the end of the week, which meant Samantha had five full days to prepare. Five days full of anxiety, sleep deprivation, obsessive training, and excessive caffeine. Yup, the most important week of her life. As Sam rounded the corner toward the training rooms, she was met by Matthew Specter, her old partner from back in training. “Ah, Sam, just who I wanted to see.” He said, stepping directly in front of her and cutting off her path, “Can you come and help me test something?” Samantha sighed in response. She didn’t really have the energy to waste on his experiments right now. “What do you need, Matt?” “Well, I’ve been working on this potion, and I needed a test subject for its first run.” “You do know this week is the field agent exams, right? I need to prepare and I need to be in top form. I can’t go around chugging experimental potions.” “I thought you might say that.” Matt said, waving a finger in front of her face, “But I bet you’ll change your mind when you hear what it’s supposed to do.” “Yeah, and what’s that?” Sam asked, glaring at him. “The idea is that it’s supposed to accelerate cellular regeneration in the muscles and skin to a near instantaneous rate.” Matt rambled excitedly. “Meaning?” Sam prompted, raising an impatient eyebrow. “Meaning it would all but eliminate feelings of fatigue and cut recovery times by up to ninety-nine percent!” This caught her attention. “And you really think that will work?” “It would probably require from fine-tuning after the first batch,” Matt admitted, shaking his head from side to side, “but yes. I’ve done all the calculations and materials research- as well as some preliminary, non-human, testing- and all the results suggest it should work perfectly.” “So, what about the side-effects?” Samantha asked, not getting infected by Matt’s excitement. “Side-effects?” Matt echoed, confused. “Yeah, like the last time I tested a potion for you.” “Oh, that… Don’t worry, I managed to isolate the combustive agent and control for it. There’s no chance of that happening again.” “And the time before that?” “Okay, I already told you, I don’t know why you turned purple. Given I haven’t been able to replicate it, I’m chocking that up to an anomaly. It won’t happen again.” “So you’re sure this will work?” Sam asked again, her tone softening. “According to my calculations, there’s a sixty percent chance it should work exactly as expected.” Matt lifted up a finger and cut off Sam before she could protest, “But there is a ninety-nine percent chance that it will not have any adverse effects. It should either work as expected, or produce no effect at all.” “What’s the other one percent?” Sam persisted, her fears not put to ease. “Just accounting for statistical anomalies.” Matt said, “Things I hadn’t foreseen: interactions between ingredients in these quantities, effects from the environment of the human body, minor and incredibly specific details.” “Don’t worry about that, though,” Matt continued, “I’m certain that, should anything go wrong, I should be able to fix it without any issue.” “How are you so sure of that?” Sam questioned incredulously. Matt let out a noise somewhere between a scoff and a chuckle. “Look who you’re talking to.” He said. Sam exhaled heavily. It was true, Matt was the top of his class in many categories, not least of which being potion making. “Fine, but make it quick.” Sam finally relented. “Excellent!” Matt exclaimed, all but jumping for joy. Before long, they had made their way to Matt’s lab. It didn’t look too far from the average chemistry lab, except the labeling consisted of strange magic symbols, rather than scientific warning labels. “No outside food or drink in the lab, please.” Matt commented, pointing to a nearby trash can, as they were just outside the door. Samantha was not about to throw away perfectly good coffee. Standing in the doorway, she quickly chugged what was left of the slightly cooled liquid and chucked the empty cup in the garbage. Without saying another word, Matt made his way over to a shelf and pulled out a bottle containing a pale yellow liquid. He slid it across the table to Samantha and picked up his clipboard, eagerly positioning himself to take notes. Sam stared apprehensively at the bottle. She agreed to it earlier, but now the reality of the situation was setting in. She was really about to test this with no idea what could happen. If something went wrong, it could cost her valuable preparation time. Or, worse yet, it could make her miss the exam altogether- meaning Sam would have to wait another year before taking it. It had begun to set in that taking a risk now could mean a whole additional year as an apprentice. She looked up at Matt who was still waiting eagerly with his clipboard. Sam had trusted him many times in the past. While there were mistakes here and there, he would never intentionally hurt her. And if it worked, this potion’s effects would be incredibly helpful. After a few moments’ hesitation, Samantha uncorked the bottle and chugged its contents. She slammed the bottle down on the table, suppressing a gag as she swallowed the last of the potion. It was very bitter and felt like a wax coating the inside of her mouth. Then again, potions rarely tasted good. After fighting off another gag reflex, she looked back at Matt. “So what should I expect now?” She asked, only now realizing she hadn’t thought about how he intended to test if the potion worked. “The effects should start to set in before a minute has passed.” Matt answered, writing something on his clipboard. “You might feel a slight tingling sensation.” “Okay, and-” Sam was cut off mid-sentence as she was overtaken by a sudden, strange feeling. Her head started spinning and the edges of her vision started to dim. She completely lost her sense of balance. The rest of her felt fine, but her head was swimming and she was starting to black out. As her vision faded, Sam reached out to the nearest table to try and catch herself. Then, everything went dark… When Sam returned to consciousness, she seemed to be on her knees next to the table. She couldn’t feel anything, her whole body was numb. She tried to stand up, but couldn’t manage to raise herself any higher. Sam looked around. Her vision was back to normal, at least. When she looked over at Matthew, he was staring at her, a look of pure astonishment on his face as his hand worked furiously over his clipboard. “How long was I out?” Samantha asked. Something seemed weird about her voice, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. It just hit her ear wrong. It was still familiar, but it didn’t sound quite like she expected her voice to. “Out?” Matt asked, pausing his writing for just a moment, “Assuming you lost consciousness around the time you lunged forward, you were out for…” He looked over his notes, “About thirty-six seconds.” Well, at least she hadn’t lost too much time. Although that did little to calm her feeling of unease. “What happened?” She asked. Now she was sure something was off about her voice, but still couldn’t quite figure it out. “Well… how should I put this?” Matt bounced the eraser of his pencil off his chin, “You’re, well… younger.” “What?” Sam asked slowly. She heard the words he said, but the statement didn’t quite make sense. “What does that mean?” It was then that the problem finally clicked. Samantha realized what was wrong with her voice: it was higher pitched than normal. “Well, I can’t say for sure, but if I were to guess, I’d say you’ve reverted to a form that is about half the age you were before.” Matt explained without looking up from his notes. His tone was so flat, like he didn’t just tell someone he supposedly shaved over a decade off their life. “You’re joking, right?” Samantha tried to stand again, but still couldn’t rise up at all. She looked over at her hand that was still braced against the table. That’s when she saw it. A cold chill radiated through her. Samantha’s arm was significantly smaller, less muscular, and shorter than it should be. She looked down and realized why she couldn’t get up: she was already standing up. She really was smaller. No way! This couldn’t be real, could it? “This is fascinating!” Matt shouted in excitement, “I’ve never seen anything like this. I mean so many questions. Where did all that mass go? It can’t have just disappeared. And Think of the implications, a reverse aging potion! We’ll need to conduct some tests, but this could be a precursor to some sort of elixir of life!” “Hey!” Sam shouted, snapping her significantly shrunken fingers. “That’s great and all, but you need to fix this right now! I don’t have time to go walking around as a middle schooler.” Matt stopped writing and lifted his face from the clipboard, staring down at Samantha. His expression was completely blank. “You do know how to fix this, right?” Matt looked back down at his notes and continued writing. “Are you trying to tell me you don’t know how to fix me?!” Sam practically shouted. Matt cleared his throat, “Well, I don’t have anything on-hand to get you back to normal, no. But don’t worry. It should only be a matter of researching the potion further and reverse-engineering it into a cure.” “And how long will that take?” Sam was growing equal parts impatient and nervous. “It’s easy enough. Should only take me a couple of days, I’m sure.” “A couple days?” Samantha asked through grit teeth. “You do realize the field agent exams are this week? If you don’t have me fixed up in time-” She took a threatening step toward Matt, but her pace was cut short. Her foot caught on some kind of resistance and she nearly tripped. “Don’t worry.” Matt said calmly, “I assure you, I’ll put my full efforts behind studying these effects and finding a fix. You’ll absolutely be back to normal in time for the exam. However…” Matthew paused and looked Samantha over for a moment, “I believe our first priority should be finding you a change of clothes.” “Change of clothes?” Samantha echoed slowly. She looked down to examine herself again. In all the shock, she hadn’t processed it before. While her body had shrunk, her clothes did not. Now, her clothes were positively hanging off of her. Right now, her sagging t-shirt was pretty much the only thing keeping Sam’s newly-reverted body from being completely exposed. “I’m sure we have some old robes lying around that should be sufficient.” Matt said. Sam felt herself start blushing. “I’m not walking around in nothing but a robe!” “Yes, I suppose that would impair your movements and restrict your usefulness.” Matthew drummed his pencil against the clipboard for a moment. “Ah!” He said in sudden realization, “Doesn’t that student, Allison Larks, have a younger sister around your age? Maybe she’d be able to help.” Without waiting for a response, Matt set down his clipboard and quickly left the room, leaving Samantha alone in the lab. This was mortifying. Not only did she look like a kid, but now someone else was being brought in to gawk at the sight. Sam really hated the idea of someone else getting dragged in. The fewer people that knew about this, the better. For now, the room was completely silent, giving Samantha time to reflect. Here she was, in the body of a little girl, practically naked in the laboratory. She was five days from taking the most important exam of her life and they had no idea when- or if- they would be able to fix her. This had to be a dream right? This couldn’t be real. It was a stress dream or something. These frantic thoughts were cut off as Matt returned, followed by a young woman. “You have a sister, right?” Matt asked, “Around twelve years old, if I recall correctly.” “Yeah.” The girl answered. “Do you think we could borrow some of her clothes?” “Wait, why?” Allison asked, sounding both confused and worried. She then looked around the room and laid eyes on Samantha, still barely covered by a t-shirt that was once a perfect fit. “Oh…” Allison gasped. “Yeah, I think she’s about the right size. I could probably snag some of my sister’s clothes without anyone noticing. I can be back soon.” Allison immediately turned and ran out of the room. “For now, I think it would be best if we got you somewhere more private. You’d only get in the way staying here, anyway.” Matt commented. He tossed a baggy black robe over to Samantha. Sam quickly wrapped herself in the robe and slid out of her old clothes. This was insane. She was very careful to keep the robe close and well wrapped. Once she was sure of her new covering, Matt lead Sam out of the room. As they traveled down the hall, Samantha kept looking around frantically. She really didn’t want anyone else to see her like this. Thankfully, the halls of the academy were sparsely populated during exam time, so she seemed to be doing well in this endeavor. Along the way, Sam took a few chances to intermittently glare up at Matthew. Matthew didn’t seem to notice these looks, though, as he only bore a wide smile on his face. Soon enough, Samantha was lead into a small break room down the hall. It was a small room containing a single bed and a desk with a chair. A dim bulb was the only source of light. “I’ll be sure to let Allison know where you are when she returns.” Matt said before leaving, shutting the door behind him. Once the door was shut, Samantha reached up and turned the lock to make sure no one would walk in on her. She sat down on the bed, having to lift herself up to position herself on top of the mattress. It was strange being this small. Sam hadn’t realized just how much she had grown over the years. She looked at her hands. Her fingers were so small now. Her feet couldn’t touch the ground from where she was sitting. Everything about her was so much smaller. Now that Sam really had time to process things, she noticed just how soft and smooth her skin had become. It really was true, she hadn’t just shrunk, she was in a younger body. That… didn’t seem possible. It was insane. Even in a world of magic and potions, something like this was impossible. The act of altering someone’s body was possible, but not without a great deal of effort. But to actually revert someone to a younger age… it was unheard of. Sam rubbed her hands together. It was still taking some time to get used to the feeling of her new body. As she sat in the silence of the room, she tried to focus on each part of her system, making sure everything was still where it should be. After a few minutes of this, Samantha realized there was another new sensation in her body. Now that her nerves had calmed down, she was able to feel something else. It wasn’t something she had never felt before, but she hadn’t noticed it until now. Sam felt a slight tingling between her legs. Slightly above that, just below her stomach, there was a dull pressure. In all the excitement, she couldn’t believe she didn’t notice. Sam had to pee. Badly. She supposed it made sense. After all, she had drunk three cups of coffee that morning. Normally, that wouldn’t be too bad. She did that every so often without any problems. But since her outsides had gotten smaller, it only made sense that her insides would shrink, too. Because of that, all that liquid now lead to an incredibly full bladder. Samantha knew the building very well. There was a bathroom just down the hall; she could easily make it if she ran. Still, she didn’t exactly like that option. She hated the idea of anyone seeing her like this. Of course, unless she planned on holding it in for the next few days, she would have to go sometime. But right now, Sam was only barely covered by an old robe wrapped around her. That wouldn’t be easy to maintain in her rush, and it could get in the way if she had to run. Even if Sam had to come to terms with people seeing her little kid body, there was no way she was going to risk them seeing her naked. As it was, it seemed Sam was stuck in this room until someone came along with a change of clothes for her to wear. That couldn’t take long, right? Samantha crossed her legs and breathed deeply, trying to distract herself from her ever-growing need for a bathroom. Unfortunately, the emptiness of the room didn’t exactly yield itself to any kind of distraction. Instead, all she could think about was the building ocean in her bladder and how incredibly good it would feel to let it out. Within minutes, Sam was bouncing on the spot, trying to keep all her liquid contained. Every few seconds, she had to stop, as this bouncing provoked a few new spasms from her bladder. In the silence of the room, Sam swore she could hear the bodily fluids sloshing around inside her. The worst part of the situation was the speed at which her desperation was building. It was continuing to get worse with no signs of slowing down. It seemed all that coffee was not done filtering through her system just yet. ‘Where is Allison with those clothes?’ She thought frantically. ‘It shouldn’t take this long to get home and back, right? She only lives… across… the… city…’ The reality had begun to sink in that she may be in for a long wait. ‘Alright, Sam,’ she thought, ‘just focus. You’re almost a full-fledged sorceress. This is just another issue of mind over matter.’ Sam came to the conclusion that the upcoming exams should be a distracting enough thought. Not to mention, it would be a good idea to review her knowledge, since she had nothing else to do. She breathed heavily, trying to tighten her focus. “Alright,” She said aloud to no one in particular, “when faced with a werewolf whose curse is unknown- Ah!” Her impromptu quiz was rudely interrupted as her bladder decided to chime in again. This particular reminder was worse. Sam felt a very small spurt of pee escape from her. It wasn’t much this time, but she could feel the wetness on her thighs. The rest of it wasn’t far behind, either. Sam could feel more fluid rushing through her urethra. It wanted to be out, and it didn’t want to wait anymore. Samantha slowly slid her arms inside her robe and thrust them between her legs. The second she spread her thighs to make room for her hands, she felt the full force of her predicament. The constant, throbbing pain was immense. In the milliseconds between parting her legs and clamping her hands down, Sam almost thought she was done for. Thankfully, she had it contained for now, but it was not easy. Sam rocked back and forth, putting all the strength she had left in her shrunken body into not letting anything else escape. “Alright, think about this, Sam,” She coached, “what would a field agent do? You’re trapped in a compromising position and you need to use the bathroom.” She stopped for a second, freezing in place to combat another painful spasm. “Alright, first step: evaluate your options.” She took a deep breath and looked around the room. Sadly, the only things in sight were the desk and the chair. Sam spotted a trash can in the corner, but her hopes were dashed as soon as they arose. Further inspection revealed it to be a mesh structure, meaning anything poured into it would just leak out. “It seems my only choices are to leave the room or continue waiting.” She sighed. As Sam leaned over, fighting another escape attempt by the contents of her bladder, a terrifying realization hit her. Even if she held it until someone got her clothes to change into, she would still need to successfully change and get to the bathroom. That would be even worse than peeing herself; peeing in the clothes someone just went across town to get for her and immediately needing to find something new to change into. This thought, combined with the encouragement of another wave of pressure in her lower half, finally brought Sam to a decision. She would have to swallow her pride and risk being seen in this baggy robe. That seemed like the only good choice. Now, all she had to do was get to the bathroom, sit on the toilet, and… Sam let out a sudden gasp, snapping out of her short daydream. She felt the palms of her hands get wet. It was time to stop thinking and start acting. She slung her legs forward and slid off the bed, feeling another small spurt escape as she landed. This was acceptable, she was still in control. Now there was another problem: the door. She couldn’t keep holding herself with both hands while opening the door. Sam took a few careful steps, trying to maintain her fragile balance, and got to the door. Now it was time for the hard part. Sam removed her hand from between her thighs, quickly clenching her thighs to try and make up for the missing pressure. She reached up and turned the knob, but the door wouldn’t open. That’s right. She locked the door. Sam mentally kicked herself for doing that. This was an obstacle which she could not afford right now. Sam stretched her arm up further, reaching for the lock on the door. She could reach it, but it was clear she was taking effort away from where it was needed. Just as she touched the lock, Sam felt a slow stream start to leak into her palm and start winding between her fingers. Sam quickly turned the lock and pushed the door open. She then immediately pressed her hand back in between her legs and stopped, dancing on the spot, trying to contain the flow. After a bit of effort, she managed to cut it off for the moment. Now all that was left was the hallway. No more obstacles. All she had to do was maintain control for a few more feet. Unfortunately, it did not seem this was going to be possible. The second Sam turned the corner into the hallway, another leak started. It wasn’t powerful, just a constant dribble of pee, but this one wasn’t stopping. It looked like the mission had shifted from prevention to damage control. Sam started running down the hall, but had to stop after only a few steps. The dribble suddenly grew into a full stream. She bent over and tightened her grip. Sam managed to reign the flow back in for the moment, but it seemed running was out of the question. From that point, Samantha waddled down the hall, taking small, delicate steps, her hands firmly planted between her legs. Even with all her effort, the small dribble persisted, interspersed with an extra strong spurt every few feet. Finally, after all her effort, the end was in sight. Sam was standing in front of the bathroom door. This was it, her final obstacle. She removed her now-dripping hand from the front of her robe and reached for the doorknob. She tried to turn it, but her hand slipped off. It was much harder to get a grip with her palm completely drenched. After a couple tries, Samantha tightened her grip and managed to open the door. The moment Sam saw the toilet, there was no holding back. The small dribble strengthened instantly. Sam was no longer leaking, she was peeing! In an instant, Sam decided it would do more harm trying to contain this than making her move, so she took action quickly. Sam stepped into the bathroom, shut the door, and ran the few steps over to the toilet. All the while, she could feel the warm stream slipping between her fingers and winding its way down her legs, covering her feet. In a few steps, she was there. Samantha removed her hands to open up and lift her robe, revealing her glistening lower body. She hoisted herself onto the toilet and… nothing. Sam had made it to the toilet, but all that was left was a tiny trickle. She tried to force a stream to start, and managed to bring forth a few extra spurts, but that was it. Pretty much all the contents of Sam’s bladder were now covering her body, the robe, and the floor. Mortified, Sam hung her heard. She dropped her robe back into place and wrapped it tightly around her like a security blanket. Sam shifted back on the toilet seat and placed her wet feet on the rim. She then rested her head against her knees, fighting back tears. She was turned into a kid, she had wet herself, she wasn’t about to let herself start crying. At that point, she would basically just be a baby. She thought about her situation again. Right now, she was nothing but a wet little girl. Someone who, in just a few days, was going to try and become a full-fledged sorceress and she just wet herself. Could she really do it at this point? After all this, was she really worthy of even taking the exam, let alone passing? Sam’s depressive thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. She had been so lost in her own head, she had no idea how much time had passed. “Go away.” She snapped at the door. “Sam?” She heard another girl’s voice from the other side. “Yeah.” She sighed. Slowly, the door opened and Allison walked in, a neatly folded set of clothes under her arm. She looked somber as her eyes met the humiliated apprentice. “Oh, good.” Allison said, a cautious smile breaking out on her face, “I thought you, like, reverted to a toddler or something.” “Not. Funny.” Sam muttered. “Sorry.” The two were silent for a moment, then Sam finally asked, “How did you know I was in here?” “I just followed the trail.” Allison said, pointing at the reflective liquid coating the bathroom floor, and the path it left down the hallway. Samantha’s face grew even warmer. Her eyes started stinging again. She wiped them against her forearm, gritting her teeth to force herself not to cry. “Did you need me to bring you some… protection, too?” Allison asked, awkwardly. “No.” Sam said, burying her face in her knees again, “I still have control over that. Just… I overestimated my new body’s limits…” “Hey,” Allison said, setting the clothes down on the counter. She walked over and carefully crouched down in a relatively dry spot, “I bet the same thing would happen to anyone in your position. It’s just and accident, we all have them.” Allison’s tone was soft and soothing, like she was talking to a child. Part of Sam hated being talked to like that, but another part of her liked how gentle and caring it sounded. “Tell you what,” Allison added, lifting Sam’s head so their eyes met, “You get yourself cleaned up and changed, and I’ll work on cleaning up the hallway. Okay?” Sam felt tears welling up in her eyes again. Why was she in this position? Why did she need to be treated this way? She was supposed to be a grown woman, an example to the students. “Okay.” Sam responded, her voice quivering. “No one needs to know about this, it’ll be our little secret, okay?” Allison said, lifting a finger in front of her mouth and giving a wink. “We’ll get you cleaned up, into some clean clothes, and get back to working on finding a cure to this weirdness.” Sam nodded wordlessly. A few seconds after Allison left the room, Sam got off the toilet and grabbed a wad of toilet paper. First, she did her best to dry off her legs, then her feet and her other parts. After that, she washed her hands and took the clothes off the counter. Allison had brought everything, including a small, pink pair of underwear. It was embarrassingly childish, but at least no one should be seeing it. Sam got changed into the light blue t-shirt, jeans, and clean socks that were brought. The clothes fit well enough. It felt strangely good to be back in clean, dry, normal-fitting clothes. It brought a weird amount of comfort after Samantha’s ordeal. Soon after she got changed, Allison came back in with a few towels and the girls worked together to clean up the floor. After they finished that, they put the towels and dampened robe away in the laundry room. Then they went to meet up with Matthew in the lab. There was a lot to get figured out about this situation, but hopefully it would be fixed before too many questions had to be answered. ‘Matt better find a cure fast,’ Samantha thought, ‘for his sake.’ _________________________________________ Thanks for reading, any feedback/suggestions would be appreciated.
  6. female New Omoani Video!

    Can someone share with us this new omoani video? http://b.dlsite.net/RG31061/archives/25473833.html
  7. Here are 4 more videos that I haven't seen on here in searching the name of the lady where I found these videos from.... becca_peeing - #leggings #lovepee #love #lovewetting....mp4 becca_peeing - Its rewetting time! D Hier hab ich zu....mp4 Einmal voll machen bitte.mp4 Here I pee for the second time.mp4
  8. Driving home from work, I pass a lot of bus stops and looking closer sometimes I notice high school or college girls who clearly have to pee. No more than a day ago I saw a girl standing at a bus shelter bending forward slightly with tightly crossed legs, talking with her friend. Another time, traffic was running very slow, so I had a bit more time to watch, a girl was standing with a group of other girls but it seemed she couldn’t stand still, then she leaned her back against a wall und took her hand on the inside of her thighs, not holding her crotch but she looked like she longed to do so but was too embarrassed to do that in public. Sometimes the "need to pee" signs are not so obvious but as a experienced watcher I think you can develop a view for such things. These are the the small pleasures of everyday life at the end of hard working days. So, sometimes I think about how interesting it would be to live in a house with a view to such a bus shelter. Especially for a real life desperation fan like me, this would lead to a lot of good sightings I think. At all it seems to me that a lot of girls have to pee on the way home from school. Because of my job I am at scenes of accidents once in a while and naturally we have to block the road. Now imagine a bus with a girl I mentioned above is standing in such a jam with no possibility for her to relief herself. This reminds me on a short sighting I had many years ago with a school bus. On this time I had to use the bus myself to get to school and one day, I can’t remember happened, we were standing in a traffic jam in a small city. After a while the driver told everyone who lived in this town better to go out and walk home because he also didn’t know how long we would standing there. A girl, maybe 14 or 15 years old, sitting behind me, got up and said to her friend something like “shit, I had to pee so badly, why does this happen just today, it’s a long walk home”… Then both girls get out and I never saw them again (I know, not a very exciting sighting, but it was the time it become clear to me, I’m interested in such things, today I would be more intent). A more recent sighting I had on a cold winter day. I was driving through a town and the traffic got slower and nearly came to a hold. There were some road work and during the other lane stopped completely we could drive on slowly. I noticed a bus (not an urban bus, more a tour bus) on the other roadside which opened the door and 2 or 3 girls dashed out, running behind what looked like an uninhabited building on my side of the road, clearly looking for a place to pee. Unfortunately the traffic on my lane got faster and without a possibility to stop, I drove by. Normally, such buses have toilets on board so it would be interesting why those girls decided to relief themselves in broad daylight in a semy public place.
  9. Arena of Desperate Battles

    “You’re awake.” said a deep, yet imperial voice. Minty’s eyes opened to the dark marble ceiling of the admission room. It was poorly lit, only a few blazing torches lining the walls. As she arose from the bed upon which she laid, Minty’s nostrils were greeted by the scent of old stone, rusted steel as well as the faint odor of blood. “Do you know where you are?” asked the voice. Minty looked around the room. There didn’t appear to be anyone around. “I’m… in the Arena of Desperate Battles, right?” she asked. “That is correct.” said the voice. “You will be fighting against opponents in gladiator-style combat.” Minty nodded. “But it’s like a video game, right? No one actually dies?” “That is correct.” said the voice. “But should you be bested by your opponent, you will still feel death’s sting before you reawaken here.” Minty got from the bed she was laying on, but as she pulled the covers off, she was instantly greeted by the sight of her own bare body. “Wh-Why am I naked!?” she cried, pulling the covers back over her body. “The warriors of this arena do not need the encumbrance of armor or clothing. Modesty has no place in combat.” “All I have is my sword and my pistol then…” “And that is all you will need.” Minty stepped out of the bed, not bothering to cover her body. On a table at the other end of the room, lay a short sword with an ebony hilt, as well as a handgun. “Then I will reclaim my honor!” she said, holding her sword before her. “There is… uh… one other thing.” said the voice. “What’s that?” “It’s something of an… alternate victory condition.” Minty gives the voice a puzzled look. “You see, you can also claim victory if you can make your opponent… urinate.” “Ehhh!?” Minty’s look of puzzlement grew. “I win if my opponent pees!?” “Yes.” said the voice. “The combatants’ bladders will be filling at higher rate than normal. By the same token, you will lose the match if you lose control of your bladder as well.” “So that’s why it’s called the ‘Arena of Desperate Battles’ huh?” Minty nodded. “All right… That seems weird, but I think I got it.” “Very well!” the voice booms. “Then select your first opponent!” You are Minty Chip. You have come to the Arena of Desperate battles in hopes of gaining prestige as a warrior, fighting against various characters of the OmoCommando Universe. There is a twist, however. Not only is a combatant eliminated for having their HP reduced to 0, but they enter battle with rapidly filling bladders. If a combatant empties her bladder in the middle of battle, she automatically loses the match. If a combatant leaks or spurts, she is given a penalty. Upon receiving three penalties, the combatant forfeits the match. As Minty wins battles, she will gain experience and can increase her abilities. The higher an ability, the better Minty will perform in battle. These abilities include: Melee: Overall skill with close range combat, whether it be with a sword, hand-to-hand or any other weapon used at close range. Magic: The ability to cast spells. (At level 1, Minty only knows a basic fire spell. As this level grows, she will learn new spells which will be explained during level-up) Ranged: Overall skill with ranged weaponry, such as guns and bows. Endurance: The ability to endure hits and fight fatigue. Holding: The overall ability to hold one’s pee during a fight, as well as retain bladder control upon be struck in certain sensitive areas. Speed: A general measure of a combatant’s quickness and evasiveness. How to play: Once the opponent is selected and the battle begins, the audience will vote on a battle strategy for her to use that best suits the situation. Most of what I provide will be basic actions such as “sword”, “gun” or “magic” but feel free to provide more elaborate strategies. As battles goes on, the fighters will grow over closer to peeing themselves. Is this going to be violent and bloody? No. It’s a fetish site. Think of this more like comical RPG combat. And as far as pictures go, I’ll probably only be doing one or two so I’m not overwhelmed by things and abandon it like previous stories. We will see how far this goes. Select your opponent: Opponents: World tier: Nikki: Current Arena champion. Fast, deadly melee combatant with exceptional magic skills and a remarkable ability to hold her pee during a fight. In spite of her petit appearance, Nikki is undoubtedly one of the most powerful warriors in the arena. Be prepared for a difficult fight. Current Record: 54 Wins; 44 KO, 10 Peeing || 3 Losses; 0 KO, 3 Peeing Total Rank: 21 Isabel: Special operations soldier of the Republic Fleet with a deadly aim; her ranged combat abilities are unparalleled, but also sports impressive hand-to-hand fighting abilities and even some minor magic capabilities. She can take an amazing amount of abuse in a fight, though her ability to retain bladder control during lengthy matches is average at best. Current Record: 47 Wins; 39 KO, 8 Peeing || 7 Losses; 3 KO, 4 Peeing Total Rank: 21 Natsumi: A mysterious warrior who hails from the outer rim. Known for her peerless swordsmanship and uncanny reflexes, she is a challenge for even the most seasoned of warriors. Also known for impressive endurance and a bladder of steel, Natsumi is a formidable gladiator of the Arena. Current Record: 48 Wins; 36 KO, 12 Peeing || 8 Losses; 5 KO, 3 Peeing Total Rank: 21 Major Tier Erika: An arcane trickster and handy thief from a faraway land. She sports a rapier as well as a bow and arrow, while also wielding some illusory magic abilities. She specializes in no one area but still leads the major tier. Current Record: 24 Wins; 7 KO, 17 Peeing || 13 Losses; 10 KO, 3 Peeing Total Rank: 18 Leila: A rookie cop and dedicated younger sister. Leila is a great shot, has decent hand-to-hand skill, and a rather impressive level of endurance. Her ability to hold in the midst of battle is nothing to scoff at either. Current Record: 21 Wins; 12 KO, 9 Peeing || 7 Losses; 4 KO, 3 Peeing Rayna: A girl who was given the gift of magic through genetic experimentation, she sports a wide array of magic abilities. Nearly every other skill she has, however, is a bit lacking. Especially her ability to hold her pee. Current Record: 14 Wins; 13 KO, 1 Peeing || 12 Losses; 2 KO, 10 Peeing Minor Tier Emma: An diligent medical student and intellectual girl, but Emma is no stranger to combat. She knows how to shoot and she knows how to throw a good kick, in addition to knowing a bit of healing magic. Her pee-holding abilities, however, are in question. Current Record: 14 Wins; 9 KO, 5 Peeing || 15 Losses; 8 KO, 7 Peeing Sammy: A young girl and relatively new fighter, but has shown some fair promise in the use of magic. Due to her physical build, however, she is relatively weak in other areas, including holding Current Record: 3 Wins; 2 KO, 1 Peeing || 3 Losses; 1 KO, 2 Peeing Aimee: A pop-idol who decided to participate in order to gain a bit of publicity at the behest of her agent. In spite of having decent combat abilities, the strength of her bladder is horribly lacking. Current Record: 1 Win; 1 KO, 0 Peeing || 30 Losses; 2 KO, 28 Peeing Edit: Emma nerfed, Aimee win/loss record updated
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  12. Omorashi RPG Testing?

    Hey Omo.org. In what little free time that I have had this summer, I have been working on an omorashi-themed RPG. To sum it up in as little words as possible, it is an attempt to try and fuse omorashi elements with traditional turn-based gameplay while trying to give it a kind of serious story. What I currently have finished is nothing great or special (currently two different story lines, each containing an opening area and a dungeon), as it completely uses the basic assets that are included with RPG Maker XP and has almost not changes to the basic code of the program. Most of the dialogue and names are also temporary and are used right now just to move the story forward. It is mostly a skeleton, but most of the mechanics that I want to use should be working correctly (For the most part). I am just at the point to where I would like some opinions on it before I move forward with it. Would there be a person or two interested in giving it a try? If so, you can either post here or send me a PM!
  13. Hello all, I've been pretty busy changing careers but I do still have videos made for me. Enjoy :) SuperWetting.flv
  14. https://vk.com/video?q=zoe&z=video216608999_171718138 i know there are more videoes of her wetting. does anyone have them saved, or have links?
  15. ok, so we get lots of jeans wetting, even some skirt wetting, but it's not all that common to see beautiful professionals desperately flooding their suit pants or office trousers. I thought it might be cool to have a thread where can collect all such wettings together. Female only please.
  16. So in case you couldn't tell I really, REALLY enjoyed making a comic out of my all-time favorite story from the ToiletStool forums. And by that I mean there are dozens of others I've saved for their quality, and they deserve similar treatments I think. The only problem is these comics take time, I treat them as full productions so each one I gotta design the characters for, possibly some sets to flesh out the story, and all the coloring..I know you guys liked my last one but in order to take up so much of my time away from work for these I feel like this is my best option. Below are a collection of stories that I've set my eyes on for the next rounds. 5 wetting stories plus a 10-in-1 comic from one accident prone poster from around 5 years ago will definitely be made, and those are at the top marked with tentative prices. Since the site now has the option to sell content and I feel my content qualifies as merchandise, these full scale comics will follow the style of the first with a little more solidity to them. And since I don't intend any misrepresentation you can read the stories they're based on in full so you have a pretty good idea of what you're paying for. That said I've also marked some much shorter stories that will become comics about half the size of Silly Sarah, since the desperation buildup and/or aftermath isn't there. Those shall be free, as a lot of stuff here is free and these ones won't take as much. And then there's also a list of stories I'd like to do but they're lower priority, season 2 I guess. That's where you guys come in, tell me which ones you wanna see happen and how much you'd be willing to pay. This is all for you guys so I wanna provide the best service possible to turn this perverse hobby of mine into just some pocket change for me and a lot of wetting comics for you. One final note is although these are all either wetting or peeing stories, some of them contain messing content, so those have been marked for your discretion. Right now the only definite poop story is part of the Stephanie series, which is going to be a pretty huge scope comic even for me so I may split that one up minus the earlier scenes. The ones definitely happening: Aimee M_Hospital_Burst.docx $2 Amy_Peed_my_pants_in_Disney_World.docx $2 Brittany_twins_universal.docx (2 in 1, one fear wetting one laughing) $4 tabitha_held_it_too_long.docx $2 Stephanie.docx (10 stories in 1, contains 3 poop scenes at the moment) $10 These ones are shorter and will be free. Yogi will be the first one. yogi.docx Vanessa_movie_accident.docx Kaitlin_Another_story.docx Jane_Road_Trip.docx Ashley_car_poop.docx (warning needed?) Allison_doctor.docx And then these are bigger stories I wanna do but not before the first five, so give em a read and tell me what you think, or link to your own discoveries - it really is a mine there. Mostly shit but traces of gold ;) There are 2 graduation stories and 3 babysitting stories so that as well might need some voting on to narrow down. Ashley_O_Two_Accidents.docx (contains a poop accident) Carla_Darn_Dog.docx Graduation_wetting.docx Jennifer_Accident_in_College.docx Jessica_Rest_Stop_Accident.docx Maddy.docx (contains poop) Marissa.docx Mylissa_Graduation_Pee.docx Sonya_Sue_Babysitting_Braxton.docx the nanny.docx (contains poop) Danni_Disneyland_pee.docx
  17. I've noticed that there isn't really that much samus omo, and I also wanted to start maybe taking some requests. I have been pretty inactive and I want to contribute to this community. That Is all. For now.
  18. female Impromptu Park Panty Wetting!

    Today was the end of my first week at my new job, and a couple of my volunteers and co-workers took me out for drinks after work this evening. I was wearing a long ankle length dress and pair of my favorite little mermaid panties (black fishy panties). Well after a couple of drinks (really good local craft beer, Vancouver has tonnes of this), I called the hubby and he came and joined us after his work and some complicated transit. The celebrating ended somewhat early, so that it was still light when we headed for the Skytrain home. Now as some of you know, I’ve a bit of a reputation for being a slightly leaky and messy drunk. I wasn’t drunk at this point but I was feeling incredibly naughty so rather than head right home with my hubby, I took us on a detour when we got off the Skytrain and led us to a park near our place. We hung out sitting on the grass for a while talking and laughing and then making out a little bit like horny teenagers. It was tones of fun. I love doing this sort of thing, as I really didn’t do it very much as a teen, but I need to be in the right mood. Well I definitely was in the right mood and getting more excited by the minute. I was sitting with my dress underneath me, and at one point I shifted my legs so that it pooled around me, exposing my panty-covered bum to the cool grass. While kissing my hubby I guided his hand up my dress to touch me over my panties. It felt very naughty being felt up in a public place, and my heart was pounding. My bladder was also filling. The ride home from the pub was not a short one, and I’m not known for my iron bladder. It was becoming noticeably full, something that was not by the position I was sitting in. Feeling the urge, combined with being incredible turned on as a result of the serious heavy petting I was experiencing and the beers, I decided I wanted to be extra naughty. Switching into little’s mode mid-kiss I broke off to whisper in my hubbies ear “Daddy, I have to pee.” He stopped for a moment, his hand still rubbing the outside of my panties. “Right now? Can you hold it?” He inquired, playing along gamefully. I shook my head in an exaggerated shake. “You want me to…” But before he had a chance to reply, I grabbed his arm, pushing his hand firmly against the crotch of my panties, and shook my head. His eyes grew wide. He’s not into wetting and kinky stuff all that much, but he knows how much it turns me on, he didn’t mind playing along, knowing it would drive me wild. It didn’t take more than an instant before I released, as I really did have to go, and I flooded my already slightly damp panties. The feeling of warmth that spread quickly across the gusset of my panties, augmented by the pressure from his hand (which had stopped rubbing) was amazing. I could feel the grass around my inner thighs and bum getting wet and was suffused in a full body feeling of ‘naughtiness’ looking out around the public and well-occupied park as I soaked my panties. I think if I had been doing this exact thing as a teenage I would have climaxed right there on the spot, but I’m no longer a horny teenager, I could certainly wait until I got home, but just barely. After I had stopped, I reveled n the feeling of warm pee slowly cooling in my panties, and continued to look around the park at the various people, going about their day, oblivious to the enormity of the panty wetting going on under my dress. After a little while, my hubby removed his soaked hand and wiped it on the grass. I grinned at him in a horny-stupid grin I’ve seen mostly guys make, and blurted out something like “Take me home Daddy, I had an accident.” Now out of character he said “I’ll say you had.” And he helped me up. As I stood, I was careful so that my dress didn’t get into too much contact with my soaked panties. I could also feel the now cool pee running down the insides of my legs, like tantalizing chilly tongues, licking my inner thighs, sending tingling shivers all over my body. I wobble a little at first but then we were on our way. Our place is about 5 blocks from the park, and about a block along I asked my hubby if he could see a wet spot, while feeling my bum. He informed me that he could not, and I was satisfied that the thickness of the dress and downward dripping motion of the pee, meant that no one could see I had peed my panties. I loved the rubbing feeling of the wet edges of my panty gussets on my inner thigh, and I could feel my pulse throbbing in my sex. My heart was pounding, and my entire body was screaming for sex. The elevator ride up to our flat was almost tortuous, if I hadn’t been holding my hubbies hand. He tried at some more role play, and blurted out something about little girls who wet their panties needing to be punished, but I stopped him, moving out of the age-play dynamic which sometimes he has difficulty getting into, I whispered in his ear in a distinctly un-little voice. “I need you to fuck me, and hard.” I could tell that this took all the pressure off him. I rubbed up against him like a scent marking cat and groped the front of his trousers. He was pretty hard when we exited the elevator and headed for our flat. I’m glad we didn’t run into any of our neighbours at this time. Once inside, we both shed our clothes with gusto. My shoes were off and in a single fluid motion I had my dress up over my head so that I was standing in the front hallway in nothing by a bra and wet panties. Still mostly dressed my hubby guided me into our room, and undid my bra. When we went to remove my wet panties I stopped him and told him I wanted them on, and that I wanted it rough. He was naked before I knew it, and I was on my hands and knees on the bed, exposing my wet-panty covered bum to him. He reached for the wet gusset, and pulling it aside, entered me, roughly. I don’t usually share these last details in my story, but I couldn’t resist sharing this part today. The feeling of being fucked (this was no love-making), while still wearing the panties that I had wet in public a short while ago drove me wild. Every thrust shifted the fabric of my wet panties against me let, and reminded me of my ‘accident.’ It did not take either of us to climax and it was certainly a most satisfying one. As I came, I could feel myself leaking considerably, and I added even more fluid into the soaking panties. I was all manic and energized from the park activity and couldn’t lay still for the post-sex cuddle. I also had to pee again, that very pressing after-sex pee that has to happen now. Well I grabbed my husband’s phone and stood up, I was dripping cum into my panties as I did so. I found a well lit place in our room, and shot some video of me soaking my panties even more. I couldn’t stop dripping cum, and pee, and all manner of other sexy fluids into my panties. I stood there and enjoyed the rushing feeling, the unstoppable dripping feeling. Filling my panties. I took two videos (well more than that), but I had to do some amateur editing to cut out my girl parts, which were clearly visible at different times. I think I must have leaked into my panties for a good 4 minutes. And afterwards I had to put on a Goodnite, as I was dripping all evening! Soaking Panties 1.mp4 Soaking Panties 2.mp4 Well, I wanted to share this story with you all, I hope you enjoyed it. It was certainly tonnes of fun for me! You can’t quite make out just how wet my panties were because of their colour, but they were certainly soaked. The shot of the gusset provides an example of just how wet they got. In case anyone is interested, the panties in question, dried after being soaked thoroughly twice, are for sale, in case anyone wants them! Let me know and get in touch or visit my site: http://rachelkirwan.wixsite.com/panties Rach p.s. Now that my panties have dried, I can tell you that they smell divine, the perfect after-sex and panty-wetting accident smell!
  19. Hi guys, I just came across this video of a girl wetting her panties and socks standing in the shower. I am unable to download it, can someone rip it? https://iheartwetting.tumblr.com/post/165422935813/suckmyladydick-password-is-pixelpuddle-the PASSWORD: pixelpuddle
  20. (Author's Note: Well, here we go, my first crack at creating an interactive story. Might be biting off a little more than I can chew by basing it on a game that hasn't been released yet, but the idea was too good to pass up. No pictures for this story as I have the drawing capacities of a pre-schooler, so hopefully my writing will paint a vivid enough picture in its place. Without further ado, let's get this potential-trainwreck rolling!) Just Out of Reach ARMS Interactive Fanfiction by MasterXploder With thanks to Captain L for editing Sunlight was good for a lot of things. It made plants grow, brought warm and comfortable days, and it was a lot easier to see what you were doing in it. However, people usually did not think of the positives when a ray of sunlight from the window hit their eyes and pulled them out of their sleep. Min Min was no different. With a groan, she left her pleasant dreams and lifted her head up. The blinds were on the other side of the room, which normally meant climbing out of bed and walking over to pull it shut, but Min Min wasn’t exactly normal. She reached out, her arm uncoiling and taking the appearance of a really long, springy noodle, and pulled the blinds closed, removing the sun from her eyes all while staying under her covers. You see, Min Min did not just have arms; she had ARMS, which could extend much farther than the average limb. She did not know why or how she got them, nobody who inherited them did. They didn’t complain about it, though. As freaky as they were, ARMS turned out to be very useful and pretty rad in general. But before she could retract her arm and go back to sleep, Min Min’s memory of where she was and what she was going to be doing today returned to her. Today was the day of an official ARMS League match, and she would be one of the featured fighters. Another chance to show her stuff in the ring and bring glory to her parent’s noodle shop; that was more than enough reason to open her eyes and start her day now. It was why she wore her mask that lets her control her ARMS to bed, after all. With a yawn, Min Min climbed out of bed and glanced around the hotel room as she stretched her regular limbs. “Now where I did put my phone,” she wondered aloud right before seeing it sitting on the table in the corner. She went over and picked it up, but the moment the screen came on, her drooping eyes and closed mouth sprang wide open. “Dà biàn!” She had left her phone on silent, meaning her alarm and several phone calls from her manager never woke her up. Her plans for a morning of meditation and quiet before battle were totally ruined. Without wasting any time, Min Min grabbed the cup of instant noodles meant to be her breakfast and tossed it in the microwave, setting it to cook for five minutes. In those minutes, she scrambled to do everything she normally did in her mornings: showering, brushing teeth, combing hair, getting her clothes back on, et cetera. By the time she finished those, the noodles were done and had cooled enough to safely touch. Grabbing the noodles and a bottle of green tea from the refrigerator, she rushed out of the room, the door closing behind her with a loud smack. “I need to start scheduling wake-up calls.” It was the only thing Min Min could think of as she stood in the gateway leading into the arena. To say the last few hours were not pleasant would be putting it mildly. Her manager certainly wasn’t happy about her missing calls and oversleeping on such an important day. Then there was her interviews with the press and prepping for the match, which she normally didn’t mind but her rude awakening didn’t leave her in the best of moods for. But the worst thing about her morning was one she was still reeling from, making her tap her foot in place while her hips lightly shook from side to side. She had to pee. Badly. In her haste, Min Min had made the critical error of forgetting to let out the urine that had built up overnight, and the green tea had plenty of time to make its way south at this point. The end result was a bladder pressing against her skin and begging for release. It was too late to do anything about it, however. The morning had moved so quickly, she was in the middle of prepping by the time she noticed the urge. By now, her hands were covered by the grips that would hold her ARMS, so she couldn’t get her shorts and tights down even if she made for the bathroom now. Not that she was going to do that. Min Min was from a family that ran a noodle shop for generations and trained in martial arts. She was determined to always carry that pride with her and show the world the greatness of her lineage. No getting nervous and worrying because she needed a potty break, she would win this match like the fighter she was. She would just have to be a little quicker about it than usual. “Greetings, ARMS fans, and welcome to Spring Stadium! Are you ready for another action-packed afternoon of fisticuffs!?” Min Min stood up straight as the announcer’s voice came through the intercom followed by the roar of the crowd. It was time to get serious. “We’ve got some amazing battles featuring your favorite all-stars lined up today,” continued the announcer, pausing between each burst of cheers. “You’ll see snakeboarder Kid Cobra and buddy-cop duo Byte and Barq duke it out in a battle of law and order versus fun and freedom! Then, our hometown hero Spring Man will take on the grim creeper, the one and only Master Mummy!” “Come on, get your speech over already,” Min Min said under her breath while shifting her weight from one foot to the other. “But first, we have a special treat today: An extreme exchange of estrogen between two lovely ladies fighting each other for the first time! You’ve waited long enough, it’s time to introduce our first combatants!” “Finally!” “Coming from the Eastern gate is a girl who loves to eat as much as she loves to fight! Don’t underestimate her petite frame, or she’ll cook you up some pain with an extra helping of 'ouch'! She’s here to show that the Mintendo Noodle House serves up a lot more than the best darn noodles you’ve ever had, give it up for the Ramen Bomber, Miiiin Miiiin!” At the announcement of her name, the gateway slowly rose open, and smoke sprayed from machines on either side while her theme song played through the speakers. No turning back now, she would fight and win for her family, full bladder or not. Steeling herself, Min Min walked outside into the arena proper, her green and orange outfit shining in the sunlight. Thousands of fans greeted her, some wearing hats with blonde noodle locks just like hers, with possibly millions more watching through their televisions at home. Though she had gotten used to having so many onlookers in her battles, she found it a little harder to maintain her nerves with how bad she needed to pee. Still, she had to appear that nothing was wrong with her, if not for her fans then at least for herself. She walked forward with the same serious demeanor as usual, then curling her arms and lifting one leg into a pose as she reached her side of the arena. Her bladder let out a pang in protest, but it only showed in the slightest twitch of her eye. “Wǒ ài lāmiàn!” she yelled to the crowd’s pleasure. As soon as the cheering and music died down, the announcer’s voice blared once more. “And her opponent today, making her way out of the Western gate now…” Min Min dropped the pose and looked on in determination as her rival came into view. Who is Min Min’s opponent? Ribbon Girl, The Airess: A 17-year-old pop star with hair made of ribbons. Loves her fans and hopes to give them a concert in the ring after becoming the champion. Can jump multiple times in the air and dive-bomb to escape any punches thrown her way. Mechanica, The Scrapyard Scrapper: 15-year-old mechanical genius and a big fan of the other fighters. Excited to meet her idols, but also plays to win. Fights in a mech suit that shrugs off light attacks and hovers in the air. Twintelle, The Silver Screen Queen: 26-year-old acclaimed film actress. Exhibits a dominant yet playful personality in the ring. Battles with her massive locks of hair in place of her arms. Can slow incoming punches with her actress aura and charge her ARMS in mid-air.
  21. In this video, a woman "pranks" her husband by pretending to need adult diapers. She wears one, but barely shows it (thumbnail notwithstanding), and the editing is pretty obnoxious. The scenario is kind of fun at least.
  22. Fire Emblem: Tales of Journey

    [[Authors Note: Hello. Well, I’ve been seeing a lot of these interactive stories and participating in some of them, so I’ve decided to give it a try myself. I’ll see if there is any interest after my first post and, maybe if a few people seem to enjoy it, I’ll continue it. This story will mix combat and character based conversations, with the typical Omo.com twist of adding bladder meters to your party members. When in combat, one’s bladder (and perhaps something else if interest is shown in it) may give out, causing them to wet themselves in battle. The bladder meter will be active at all times, for both genders of character. In addition, with few exceptions, most characters can be romantically/sexually paired up. This story will be based on the Fire Emblem series of games, with original characters. Character classes and appearances will be based on Fire Emblem series, specifically FE: Awakening and FE: Fates. In addition, stats will be loosely based on games. The Strength stat concerns all physical based attacks. Magic concerns all magical attacks. Defense concerns one’s ability to absorb physical damage. Resistance concerns one’s ability to absorb magic attacks. To make combat more simple, the speed and skill stats will not be used. The Luck stat, however, will be used, and will dictate critical attacks and one’s ability to catch themselves if they are about to wet themselves in battles. All party members will have an unique stat, which will be unexplained, but may help them depending on certain situations. Health will not be visible for the fight and will rather be displayed as a status condition. In addition, combat will be considered ‘casual’ by Fire Emblem standards, as party members do not die in combat and are instead knocked out. With this being said, if interest is shown, we may begin]] Three figures sit around a small fire in a clearing in a forest. The sounds of the forest ring out around them. An owl howling in the distance. The wind blowing against the trees. The fire roaring softly. Our protagonist looks up at their two companions and sighs, tired from a long day with a clear twinge in their bladder. [Pick a Protagonist, a supporter, and a mentor from the list below. Each potential character will be marked as either a protagonist, supporter, combination of the two, or a mentor.} Morrigan (Protagonist/Supporter) [the student of magic] Age: 18 Physical Description: A young looking girl with purple hair in curls. Shorter than average height, Five foot two. Covers herself with the basic blue robes of a student of magic. With pale skin and a slim build, she has equally slim breasts and a small bladder. Very modest about where she relieves herself. Background: Naturally gifted in magic and naturally able to use dark magic, Morrigan was unaware of her powers until her 13th birthday, when her normal life with her parents in a small town changed forever when she fell into a mirror. After five years that she barely recalls, her powers have became stable and powerful as she awoke in a forest. If chosen as protagonist, the Coming Home quest will be activated. Class/Starting Stats: Mage, Level 10 Strength: 0 Magic: 7+2(Magic +2) Defense: 2 Resistance: 5 Luck: 5 Cuteness: 10 Skills: Shadowfaire: Allows this unit to use dark tomes, even if not a dark mage. Magic 2+: Gains a natural +2 to magic stat. Starting equipment: Flux: Dark Magic, 60% Accuracy, 5 base damage, 10% natural crit chance Wind: Wind magic, 90% Accuracy, 1 base damage, 0% natural crit chance Ace (Protagonist/Supporter) [the sharpshooter] Age: 18 Physical Description: A young man with short, brown hair. Five foot five in height, tan skin, and an athletic build. Wears the light chainmail coat with his family crest, a gold bow with a white arrow, on his arms. He has a medium sized bladder, reserved about where he relieves himself. Background: Ace was the son of a noble family who were known for the great archers who belonged to the line. As such, Ace was trained in archery from a young age. After joining the military, Ace and his squad were sent on a mission deep into enemy territory. Ace and his squad were separated, with the rest of his squad presumed dead. If selected as protagonist, the starting mission “Mission Report” will be activated. Class/Starting stats: Archer: Level 10 Strength: 6 Magic: 1 Defense: 4 Resistance: 4 Luck:4 Focus: 10 Skills: Headshot: 30% additional chance to crit +20 Hit: Additional +20% to hit Starting Equipment: Iron Bow: A common bow: 70% Accuracy, 4 base damage, 0% natural crit chance. Vera (Protagonist)[the vengeful one] Age: 20 Physical description: A woman with half her face scarred, her long hair dyed a dark shade of pink covers the scarred half of her face. Her skin is deeply tanned, her build athletic, and her breasts firm B cups, she wears a white tank top and long black pants, which she doesn’t mind emptying her bladder into. She has a medium sized bladder, but isn’t reserved about where she empties it. Background: Vera was once a high school student in a foreign land, but after an encounter with a devious magic user, she ‘died’. However, she woke up in a forest, in an age which to her seemed distant, less advanced than what she was used to. If chosen as protagonist, the starting quest Revenga will be activated. Cannot be chosen as a supporter, as Vera follows no one. Class/Starting Stats: Samurai:: Level 10 Strength: 7 Magic: 0 Defense: 5 Resistance: 2 Luck: 3 Angst: 10 Skills: Bloodlust: Boosts all stats temporarily by 1 after successfully felling an enemy. Vantage: 20% increased chance to dodge attacks of any type. Starting Equipment: Iron Katana: A standard katana: 80% accuracy, 4 base damage, 15% natural crit chance. Rose (Protagonist/Supporter)[the loyal friend] Age: 21 Physical appearance: a young woman with long flaming red hair. With tan skin and B cup breasts covered by her suit of leather armor. She has a large bladder, but is somewhat reserved on where she releases it. Background: Vera’s best friend, after discovering that her friend was actually alive somewhere, she hunted down an associate of the man responsible and forced him to send Rose after Vera. Donning a set of plain leather armor and a straight sword to fit to her new surroundings, selecting Rose as a protagonist will activate the starting quest Vera. In addition, if she supports Vera, she will gain a different unique stat. Class/Starting Stats: Mercenary: Level 10 Strength: 8 Magic: 0 Defense: 3 Resistance 3 Luck: 3 Determination: 10 (If not supporting Vera) Persuasion: 10 (If supporting Vera) Skills: Duelist: Deals increased damage when facing a single opponent Patience: 10% increased chance to dodge and hit when enemy attacks first Starting equipment: Iron Straight Sword: A standard straight sword: 85% Accuracy, 3 base damage, 5% natural crit chance. Iron shield: A common shield used throughout the land. Kara (Supporter)[the allied knight] Age: 22 Physical description: A tall ‘women’, six feet tall, with brunette hair that reaches her shoulders. Wrapped in light plate mail that covers her dark skin. She has a large bladder and is willing to empty it anywhere, but only in front of people she trusts with her secret. Background: Kara once trained as a knight and in the way of using a lance. Though, after complications arose when trying to join the military, she joined a mercenary group. After her group was annihilated in battle, she disappeared into the woods until she found the protagonist. Has always been a follower, and therefore cannot be the protagonist. Class/Starting Stats: Knight: Level 10 Strength: 8 Magic: 0 Defense: 7+2 (Defense +2) Resistance: 1 Luck: 2 Defense: 10 Skills: Sworn Shield: 25% chance to defend the protagonist from attacks when nearby. Defense +2: Additional 2 points in Defense) Starting equipment: Spear: A lance that can be easily thrown: 70% accuracy, 3 base damage, 5% natural crit chance. Steel shield: A well made shield meant for a knight: Evans (Protagonist/Supporter)[the rogue ninja] Age: 22 Physical description: A blond haired man of average height and athletic build, clad in plain green robes. Usually keeps to himself when it comes to his private needs, unless he’s drank alcohol recently, a common event, in which case he’s usually open with it. Background: A self-taught ninja, who learned the art from a series of scrolls rather than formal teaching, His main purpose from this was to sell his skill to the highest bidder, though eventually learned of his true calling. Choosing him as the protagonist activates the starting quest Revolution. Class/starting stats: Ninja: Level 10 Strength: 4 Magic: 0 Defense: 3 Resistance: 5 Luck: 7 Cunning: 10 Skills: Acrobat: Has a 40% chance to dodge all attacks. Vanishing Act: Can disappear from enemies for a short time using smoke bombs. Starting equipment: Kunai Knives (x2): A ninja’s knife, good for close and ranged combat: 90% accuracy, 3 base damage, 40% natural crit chance Smoke bombs (x5): A small package which causes an explosion of smoke when thrown to the ground. Sif (Protagonist/Supporter)[the murder doll] Age: 19 Physical description: A small looking woman with short black hair clad in chain and cloth armor. Pale skin, making her resemble a large painted doll when not moving. Has tiny breasts and an even smaller bladder, which she will relieve whenever she pleases. Background: A skilled fighter, Sif’s doll like appearance makes her enemies underestimate her. By the time they realize their mistake, it is too late. Little is known about Sif’s past. If chosen as the protagonist, starting quest The Doll is activated. Class/Starting Stats: Spear Fighter: Level 10 Strength: 6 Magic:0 Defense: 4 Resistance: 2 Luck: 4 Brutality: 10 Skills: Merciless: 40% chance to instantly finish off an enemy when they are wounded. Lethality: 10% chance to instantly finish off an enemy. Starting equipment: Iron Nagitama: An eastern polearm: 70% accuracy, 5 base damage, 15% natural crit chance. Ciel (mentor)[the witch seer] Age: ??? Physical description: A young looking woman with short purple hair and a golden eye patch. Her purple robe and black witch hat cover her body, making it unsure what her body looks like. She also never seems to relieve herself, which means that either she can relieve herself magically or the inside of her robe is usually soaked. Background: Ciel is a witch who has forgotten how long she has known magic or been able to see into the future. All she is certain of is that the protagonist needs her assistance, whether Ciel likes it or not. Class/Starting Stats: Witch, Level 25 Strength: 2 Magic: 9 Defense: 3 Resistance: 7 Luck: 4 Wisdom: 10 Skills: Future Sight: 60% chance to avoid enemy attacks, after seeing them happen in the future. Witchcraft: 5% chance on turning enemies into small animal when attacking with dark magic Starting equipment: Nosferatu: A dark tome: 60% accuracy, 6 base damage, 5% natural crit chance, absorbs half damage dealt as health. Alice (Mentor)[the assassin’s legacy) Age: 31 Physical description: A woman with a long brown hair in a pony tail. Standing five foot ten, usually in tight leather, pressing her B cups close to her body, she is more concerned about who sees her relieve her medium sized bladder rather than where she does it. For example, she will not pee in front of her daughter. In addition, she won’t cheat on her husband, but if pushed to her sexual limit, she imagines her husband would forgive her if it was with another woman. Background: Working as an assassin for many years while her husband raised their daughter, Morrigan. Once her daughter and husband went missing, she retired from assassination and went out into the world to find them, helping whoever she could along her along the way. If mentoring Morrigan, starting quest is changed to Father. Class/Starting Stats: Assassin: Level 5 Strength: 7 Magic: 0 Defense:3 Resistance: 4 Luck: 7 Dexterity: 10 Skills: Heartseeker: All attacks have an additional 30% chance to crit Lethality: Has a 10% chance to instantly kill her enemy. Starting equipment: Estoc: A deadly thrusting sword: 80% accuracy, 7 base damage, 10% natural crit chance Steel bow: A well-made longbow: 85% accuracy, 6 base damage, 10% natural crit chance Z (Mentor)[the grim knight] Age: ??? Physical description: An imposing six foot one figure clad in black plate mail with a featureless black mask. The only piece of skin that can be seen is his impressive manhood in one of the rare moments that he relieves himself. Background: A mysterious man who refuses to say why he is here, but has shown how prowess in combat enough for few to question him or his loyalty. Class/Starting stats: Revenant: Level 5 Strength: 6 Magic: 6 Defense: 5 Resistance: 4 Luck: 2 Dominance: 10 Skills: Soul Crash: When using magic, high chance to stun enemies Soul Crush: Has the ability to make sure that fallen enemies don’t get back up. Starting equipment: Dark axe: A large axe made from a black metal: 50% accuracy, 8 base damage, 20% natural crit chance. Black fireball: a burning orb of darkness hurled at the enemy: 60% accuracy, 6 base damage, 10% natural crit chance. With the options available, please vote for the combination you would like to see. If I see a trend, I’ll continue this story with Chapter One. In addition, if you would like to, please vote from a scale of one to five (one being dry, five being completely soaked) on how much you would like omorashi to play a factor. Also, vote whether or not you’d like to see messing make appearances in the story. With that being said, fingers crossed that this little story of mine turns out well.
  23. Seems ages since I posted a story here or was in the live action thread. Been so busy lately as two months ago my father in law passed away so we have been busy sorting everything out after his funeral but now things are settling down I have time to do some writing again and have plenty of fun things from the past few months I can share. I will start today with something that happened a few weeks ago. It was a pretty nice day and everybody was out either at work or seeing family so I went out and did some shopping and then when I got home I went out and sat in the garden to enjoy the sunshine. I made myself some lunch and after I ate I sat relaxing for a while. As I was sat there I noticed that the shrubs and flower beds around the edge of the back garden could do with a tidy up and weeding and as I had nothing else planned I decided to tackle them. I went and changed into a pair of old shorts and an old white vest top and headed over to the barn to get the tools I needed. I brought them back to the garden and went and got my docking station and a bottle of water from the fridge and set about my task. I enjoy gardening and enjoyed being outside in fresh air so I steadily worked my way around the garden pruning and weeding and turning over the soil. As it was warm I kept drinking from my bottle of water and when it was finished I went and grabbed another one from the fridge. When I was about 2/3 of the way around the garden I noticed my bladder filling from the coffee I had had with lunch and now the big bottles of water I was working through. As time passed she continued to fill up and started sending desperate signals which I thoroughly enjoyed. Bending over and stretching to prune the plants and shrubs put added pressure on my bladder making my need feel so much worse. I aimed to finish the job before I would allow myself to pee and continued working along the flower bed. By the time I was almost at the end I was busting for a wee and dancing and squirming and crossing my legs. I kept telling myself I was almost there and could go and pee when I had finished. That was met with protests from my bladder and my need seemed to increase. When I pulled the last weed and thew it into the bag I was very close to wetting myself. I was only just keep my knickers dry and kept having to grab myself when a desperate urge hit me. I grabbed the bag of weeds and dragged it over to the compost heap. I knew that once I got there I could tip it out and then go and empty my bursting bladder. The thought of that relief made me start dribbling in my knickers and I had to stop and cross my legs. I kept repeating this every few steps and eventually reached the compost heap. I tipped out the bag and then quickly walked back over to where my tools were and put it down. As I bent down to pick up my tools I put pressure on my bladder and leak escaped and I felt my knickers get wet. That leak triggered something in my mind. I was here alone, outside in the garden, with a ready to burst bladder. I could be really naughty. Without thinking I spread my legs and let the flood commence. My knickers and shorts soaked through and the feeling of pee running down my legs felt amazing. The relief as the pressure lifted was heavenly and I couldn't help but give my pussy a little rub through my shorts as I peed. When my bladder had emptied I continued picking up my tools and took them back to the barn. I came back to the garden and got the hose out to water the flower beds and after walking around the garden giving it a good soaking (pun intended) I reeled the hose back in and before putting it away I stripped out of my pee soaked shorts and knickers and washed down my legs and sprayed my clothes down. I decided to leave my clothes outside to dry off a bit in the sun and being naked in the garden was such a thrill. I could have quite easily laid down on the grass and given myself a lovely orgasm right there and then but I wanted to save up my arousal. During the weeding process I had made a gap in the flower bed and wanted something to fill it with so I went and got dressed and headed out to the garden centre. I initially got in my car but figured it would be better to go in my land rover if I was picking up garden things. I drove over to one of our local garden centres that I know has a big greenhouse at the back and a great selection of plants/shrubs. I parked up and had a wander around the shop area first and picked up a couple of items before I headed outside to the greenhouses. I wasn't sure what I wanted so had a good look round getting a few ideas. As I was wandering around I noticed my bladder filling up again thanks to all the water. I thought about going to pee on my way out of the garden centre and resumed looking at the plants. After 10 more minutes of looking around I decided on a little shrub and a little tree that would grow nicely and fill the gap. I went and paid for the items on my trolley and went outside and put them into the back of my land rover. I took the trolley back and then got in the truck and headed for home. As I came out of the garden centre and drove down the road I hit some traffic. I knew there were some road works with one way traffic lights further up the road but there seemed to be a lot of traffic on top of that. When I looked at the time I realised it was further along than I had thought and was hitting the start of rush hour. I didn't mind and just cranked up the volume on my music and went along. After about ten minutes I had got through the temp traffic lights and was heading into a notorious area for rush hour traffic. The road I was on lead to the bypass which I needed and at rush hour the traffic lights and roundabouts caused a back log of traffic. As I hit the expected queue I was suddenly reminded of my need to pee. I had completely forgot about my need and hadn't used the bathroom in the shop. At first it wasn't too bad but it gradually got worse and I was soon feeling pretty desperate. As I crawled along my desperation increased and I found myself squirming and fidgeting in my seat urging the traffic to hurry up. By the time I had got through the queue and onto the bypass I was really desperate but not too worried. That was until I came off the bypass and after cruising along the road into our town centre hit another pocket of traffic. This one was normal and was because of the roundabout up ahead. It shouldn't take too long to clear but now the added delay was taking effect on my bladder. I was sat there slowly moving along busting for a pee and squirming loads to help relieve the pressure. I got to the roundabout and went straight across onto the short bypass that goes past our town centre. At the next roundabout I was faced with a choice. In front of me was a supermarket and I could go in there and use the bathroom. However to get in there would mean getting into a queue of traffic and may end up taking longer than it would to get home. I decided to stay on the course home and the decision to go to a bathroom further away made me even more desperate. I was getting very close to weeing myself and was desperately trying to hold on just a little longer. As I left the town centre and headed up the hill to our little village I was getting more desperate the closer I got to home. I started dribbling uncontrollably and had to push my hand against my pussy to stem the flow. Each time I had to let go to change gear more dribbles escaped and soon turned into leaks. I turned onto the dirt road that leads to our house and the uneven surface jolted and bounced my bladder making me leak even more. When I pulled into our driveway and parked the truck up I jumped out and immediately realised that if I tried to make it inside to the bathroom I would most likely burst. I grabbed the two plants from the back of the truck and quickly walked round the side of the house to the back garden. I put the plants down and bending over caused a spurt to shoot in my knickers. Then I felt it, that spurt had opened the flood gates and before I could react I started to pee. I quickly pulled my skirt up and squatted down and burst into my knickers. The relief of peeing and the feeling of it pooling in my knickers felt incredible and I just moaned happily. When I had finished peeing I slipped my wet knickers off and added them to my other wet clothes. I figured I might as well get the new shrubs planted before I went and showered so I grabbed my trowel and put them into the flower bed. Once they were in I grabbed my pile of wet clothes and took them inside to wash and went and showered. I should do gardening more often
  24. Its amazing hehe I think, this video is from brazil What do you think about that?
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