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  1. here are all of my favourites hope you enjoy beach_peeing_on_spring_break.flv Beach-X-ray pees through swimming suit.avi bikini step.flv bikini_pee_home.wmv Breanna Peeing Her Bikini.flv deliberate_bikini_wetting.mp4 Drew in the dunes 03 DivX503.avi Girl wets bikini on beach - proper edit.avi Pee Pee on Pier- Summer 2009.mp4 pees herself then takes off top.flv
  2. Greetings, once more! And welcome to the third iteration of Faust's interactive Stories! Faust felt it would be best to dive back into this kind of thing with a renewed vigor, and some balance from things he's learned from the previous two interactives...As they were both quite experimental. As such, welcome to Faust's Interactive Stories 3! Promising more adventures, more lewdities, and more stories! Rules, and mild changes coming up shortly.... ================================================================================================================================================== [Worlds] [This is the selection for what world the interactive story will take place in. As you'll see, some places return, while others are brand new] Another Note: (For those looking for lewdity, in a scholastic setting. Days in this world will follow a brief morning (Depending on the character), Followed by Schooltimes. [In several segments], and end a short bit after returning from school.) Family Featurettes: (Will usually involve home life with a selected character's family, and occasionally a small vacation! Certain characters will get more out of this than others. Tend to have an average Morning, an average day, and an average night. (Subject to Vacationing)) Faust's Holiday Fun: (As expected, these days are selected to celebrate a holiday with specified characters. Christmas Parties, Thanksgiving Dinners, and the like. A mixture of lewdity, and casual home life. Tend to have a segment last longer than the others, depending on the Holiday) Magic Academy's Pleasure District: (A setting inside of the Magical Academy story, for those who wish to be adventurous with some lewdity! Details may or may not carry over to the actual Magic Academy Interactive. Have an average day segment, and a lengthy night segment, with a nearly-non-existent morning) Beach Adventures: (A setting returning from the old one. Sun, Sand, and fun...without a bathroom for miles. A fun place to relax with up to 5 other characters! An early morning optional, but a Hefty daytime segment, with a very brief night) Author's Choice: (Similar to a Blind-Draw, This setting leaves it up to the Author to pick out a world. May be old, or new, times vary. If a world strikes a chord, it may even become selectable for future segments.) Faust's Town Adventures: (A segment with an average time all around, with the selected individuals, going around town doing various normal things. Meant for enjoying things on a day off from the Scholastic system.) Private Bedroom: (For that special vulgar scene with characters of your choosing. Very restrictive.....Must have 5 Hearts of affection to invite someone here.) AuthorFaust's Fateful One-Shots: (For when you just want to request a special scene. If enough votes pick it up, it'll be written... Or if the Author likes it enough. Running times Vary considerably.) ???: (Locked!! Do 2 runs as Faust to unlock) ???: (Locked!! Do A run as a Magical Academy Student to unlock) Movie Adventures: (Go to the Movies with a character of your choice! Drinks and popcorn are provided! Watch a scene picked out by either the Commenters, or Author, and wait for the magic to happen. Runtimes of movies will vary, but usually put your companion in Dire need.) =============================================================================================================================================== [Character Selection:] (This is where you'll select who you play as during said stories. While options are a bit different than before, a few notable details are to be read...) Faustus Necromonium: [Male] [A seemingly average boy with short forest green hair, and an unimpressive build.. Faust is the Familiar figure of the stories, and constant target of various happenstances. One with a healthy taste for the lewd, but kind enough to help out others when he can. If he could get out from under Saril's Thumb, he might...] (Able to be used in any plot except Magic Academy Pleasure District) Yuno Gasai: [Female] [The shapely, twintailed pinkette, with a cutesy manner of speaking, and a distressing past...Everyone knows who Yuno is, and it seems a wide variety of people have their eyes on her. However, her eyes are only on.....] (Will rarely involve herself in lewdity with anyone but Faust. Stories with her may center more around Faust (Or Fauxst) more than others. Cannot be used in Magic Academy Pleasure District.) Wynn Tatsumaki: [Female] [A girl with a modest figure, and long green hair in a ponytail. With an overwhelmingly embarrassing family, and a stern attitude, one would be forgiven for seeing her as cold. However, beneath her stern exterior hides a girl with a firm penchant for holding...] (A bit harder to coerce into inciting lewdity in....But, far more likely to remain focused when at high bladder amounts. Cannot be used in Magic Academy Pleasure district.) Eoria Karakuri: [Female] [A girl with long silver hair, a modest figure, and a nearly unquenchable lust for science.....and a barely concealed naughty side. Co-Creator of O.M.O.R.A., and always working on something new...) (Runs with Eoria may contain an experimental item to utilize. Cannot be used for Magic Academy's pleasure district.) Saiga Giriko: [Female] [A girl with crimson hair, a sizable figure, and an apt hand for mechanics. Co-Creator of O.M.O.R.A., and a self-proclaimed domme, Saiga is one of the few not into the idea of wetting herself, and is much less....open with her lusts than some others... (Lust fills slower as Saiga. Does not enjoy wetting herself. Cannot be used for Magic Academy's pleasure district. Can temporarily modify O.M.O.R.A. in her runs.) Chiwa Harusaki: [Female] [A petite girl with orange hair, tied into ear-like twintails, and a taste for the lewd. What she lacks in curves, she more than makes up for in enthusiasm. (Cannot be used for Magic Academy's Pleasure District. Can carry 3 items in a run, instead of 2. Is also more proficient in using items, leading to a smaller cooldown...) Juuni Neptunia: [Female] [A petite girl with short purple hair, and a usually perky-nature... Who tends to run her mouth a bit more than she would like. Most certainly does not enjoy the affections of her 'Brother' <Actually Cousin> Faustus in an impure manner. Tends to overdo it sometimes.....] (Cannot be used in the Magic Academy's Pleasure district. Bladder meter fills a bit faster as Juuni..) Arthoria Faustus: [Male] [5th Ranked at the Magical Academy, and assistant to Saril's Special Show: Hold it! Omo-Idol. Runs the Black-Light District of Magical Academy. Probably needs a drink.] (Cannot be used for Another Note. May come with a variety of 'Spells.' May uncover new Magic Academy Characters to command...) Yonyu Bengane: [Female] (102nd ranked at Magic Academy, and the unofficial Librarian. A modest figure, concealed by many different garments, and a pair of glasses hide her true intentions, whatever they might be. And yet, something about her seems.... Ayano: [Female] (100th Ranked at Magic Academy, and the most prominent of the Black-Light students. Has a bit of a...dangerous disposition about her, and a venomous side underneath an innocent schoolgirl Facade...) (Does not play nice with other girls. Options may be a bit crueler than expected, with some exceptions. Cannot be used for Family Featurettes...) Lyna Hikari: [Female] (A shapely girl with silver hair, who's spent most of her life in a church dedicated to complete chastity and purity......And was transferred to a normal school by a certain Supernatural Hunter's efforts. Very inexperienced, and innocent, but eager to make new friends...) [Cannot be used in Magical Academy Pleasure District. More sensitive to lust than others...] ???: [More to be unlocked] ============================================================================================================================================= [Ratings:] (These are mostly the same.....with a few, minor changes...) Plot: Now almost Strictly for story purposes. Lewdity is to an absolute minimum, and stories with this will contain very little naughty fun. (Stories may be shorter than actual plotlines) Lewd: A nice baseline for stories, with a smidgen of lewdity, but rarely things too inappropriate. Accidents are more likely, while aftermath can usually be dealt with off-screen.... And the lightest of touching, while still keeping to plots. Naughty: A bit lewder than lewd, this rating incites more accidents, and some more intimate scenarioes...without going into complete, full-on smut. One can expect a bit more skinship, but no actual, on-screen intercourse...... Though, one may still have lewd, naughty releases... Vulgar: A vulgar setting, where touching, wetting, and other vulgar activities are rather mundane, and expected. One can properly perform vulgar acts in this plotline, without fade-outs, or other censors. Adult Fantasy: A plotline more akin to a smutty film. Contrived coincidences to maximize the amount of Vulgarity are commonplace, and the more absurd sort of situations may occur, leading to maximum Vulgarity... ================================================================================================================================================= Items: (This subject remains similar, with characters allowed to utilize 2 items per story. (Except when otherwise indicated.), and may have Rating restrictions. Items cooldowns may vary...) [Item List!] Omo-Weekly Magazine: A naughty magazine, featuring several girls in...Desperate, or wet Scenes. Useful for tension relief, or Libido rising. [Naughty or higher rating] (2 Story Cooldown) Diuretic: A Diuretic, that can be put into any drink, and amp up someone's frequency of piddle urges. Will rust all but the strongest of bladders. [Lewd or Higher] (1 Story Cooldown) Aphrodisiac: Makes even the most prudish individuals needy for Lewd release. [Naughty or Higher] [3 Story Cooldown] Laxative: Makes even the most strong stomachs crumble, and bottoms quiver. Can be slipped into a drink to distract another person, or to amp up your own desperation..But why would you wanna do that? [Naughty or Higher Rating required.] (3 story Cooldown] Soft Taco: NOT the same as the ones from the school. Will make your rump need to expel gas at least once a time frame, or risk something far worse [Lewd or Higher rating.] [2 Story Cooldown] Stomach Pills: Can Calm even the most vicious of tummy Troubles.....But won't remove any need you have. Only keep it from getting Worse [3 Story Cooldown] Diaper: For when you just can't be bothered to find a toilet....This one-use diaper will contain an accident...But, it risks IMMENSE embarrassment if discovered wearing it. [Naughty or Higher. 4 Story Cooldown.] Desperation Visor: Something that goes over the eyes..and lets you examine the bladder levels of any passing people you focus on long enough. May make you look a bit silly though. [Lewd or Higher. 2 Story Cooldown.] Spare panties: An extra pair of garments, when you've had an accident..but didn't bring something to carry them in! Come in a variety of styles...with small effects for each one. [2 Story Cooldown.] Bottle of [Water]: A seemingly innocuous bottle of water....[is it really water?]. While it provides refreshment, perhaps the bottle could be used afterward for something. [No Cooldown. May sometimes incite random effects.] "Toy": A toy meant to incite lust in an individual, but certainly not appropriate for children.. [Naughty or Higher] (3 Story Cooldown.) Author's Helping Hand: May be used when a Decision is brought up once per story, to get a guide of what effects a decision may have. [5 Story Cooldown] Paradoxical Blessing: A blessing that will Randomize all of your conditions! Results may vary. Overuse may lead to accidental summoning...[6 Story cooldown] [Others to Come] =============================================================================================================================================== Affections Meters: (This is a Segment to determine a character's Affection for one of the male leads! Higher Affections may lead to certain scenes easier. For the sake of comfort, only 3 heart and above will be listed..] Faustus Necromonium: 4 Hearts: Yuno Gasai, Youmu Konpaku, Lillica Plumb 3 Hearts: Flandmir Treepes, Juuni Neptunia Arthoria Faustus: 4 Hearts: ???, ??? 3 Hearts: Ayano, Yonyu Bengane ???: ??? ================================================================================================================================================= [Achievements!] (Due to Popular Demand, This feature will be returning from the first interactive. However, they are mostly cosmetic this time, save for a few certain ones... [KA-CHING] (Hat Trick): Have Faust's Interactives Reach it's 3rd Iteration. [Future Achievements:] [Naming Scheme]: ??? [The Obvious]: ??? [I wanna go on an Adventure!]: ??? [What could possibly go Wrong?]: ??? [Oh.]: ??? [Prepared!]: ??? [I need a freaking Drink]: ??? [They DO Exist!]: ??? [I Get that Reference!]: ??? [Holy...!]: ??? [Futility]: ??? [But that's Forbidden Love!]: ??? [You were Warned]: ??? [Faust's Head Hurts]: ??? [The Wonders of Technology]: ??? [The Spot]: ??? [You're Going to Hell]: ??? [Last one There Wins]: ??? [Ya'll Need Jesus]: ??? [Tone Shift!]:??? [Dumbass]: ??? [Smartass]: ??? [Thank you, may I have another?]: ??? [I've made a Mistake]: ??? [REFERENCES!]: ??? [Pun-ishment]: ??? [Unexpected]: ??? [Wuvvy-Duvvy]: ??? [This Sucks]: ??? [What a Mess]: ??? [Unlimited Salt Works]: ??? [Taboo]: ??? [Primal Urges]: ??? [That's not how it works!]: ??? [Oh Thank God]: ??? [OH COME ON]: ??? [Why?]: ??? [Y tho?]: ??? [Okay.]: ??? [I love you]: ??? [And Many More!] ================================================================================================================================================== Q&A: [A Short Question and Answer Section, Answering Questions that Faust expected to have] Q: Is Faust's Interactive 2 now a Dead Forum? A: Faust does not expect to update it anymore. However, those who made requests will likely still see their stories written. Particularly Blooper's, which will be part of a different thread entirely... Q: Why is [World Listed] Not an available Option? A: As before, Faust has decided to revamp a little, and will add worlds as they are discovered, or unlocked. If things progress well, or too long without something that people request, Faust may put up some unlock conditions for them to fill out. Q: Are our plots from before Un-done? Do we have to re-do things? A: As before, most things are the same as before. Your ranks with certain girls has not changed, and most things are the same.... With a few select changes, and things that would incite an achievement if you point them out... Q: Is there going to be a Bounty Board This time? A: Perhaps. But for now, let's just get our feet wet in the story, and see from there. Q: Can we unlock more playable characters? A: Yes, you can. More female and male characters, through certain actions.... Q: Can we submit playmates again? A: Yes. Faust will prepare a format right after the Q&A Q: [Not actually a question, but a harsh criticism, or a hateful comment] A: Faust apologizes for bothering you, and requests you avoid stories that do not meet your level of merit. Faust sincerely hopes you have a nicer day. Q: Is [Character name] old enough to be doing these kind of things? I'm calling the police! A: Faust insists every character in his stories are of the legal age for you to see them in that kind of a manner, unless explicitly stated. Faust's characters are not the selves portrayed in their medias as they are, but merely variants of the legal consenting age for wherever your viewing location is. Q: When's the next update? A: SoonTM ==================================================================================================================================================== Playmate Submission Guidelines: [For when a character provided doesn't match up with something you want, or simply if you desire someone in specific. Merely submit, and follow this format to have them added. Warning: Character may not be as prominent as a previously listed one, without actively seeking them out.....] Character Name: [What is the name of the character you are Submitting?] Character Appearance: [What does this character look like? Feel free to use images, or descriptions. Details of note are Hair, eyes, Bust, Rump, and Relative Height.] Bladder Size: [Does this character have a Prominent, an Average, or a small bladder? Tummy Capacity: [Does this character have Firm control over her tummy troubles? write [NA] if you don't want them having tummy trouble] Lust: [How easily is this character provoked into Vulgarity?] (Easily, Average, or Slowly?] Extra: [Any Extra Details about this character you care to share?] Personality: [Be as Detailed as you like. Author may have to improvise if one isn't thorough enough..] Location: [Are you a Magic Academy Student, or a Normal Student?] Sexuality: [Do you like Guys, Girls, or Both?] (As a Note, only female playmates are allowed to be submitted right now.] [Faust thanks you all for Reading over the years, and Faust hopes this interactive Goes on just as much as the last ones have.]
  3. 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
  4. So as many of you will know by now, I’ve been experimenting a lot with different pads this past month. I’ve leaked into period pads, squirted into light incontinence pads, accidently soaked panties, and developed a new appreciation for Poise products in this time. If you are interested in my other pad reviews/tests, check them out, I've included links at the end of my post. As you can see I’ve been a busy girl. What with wearing Goodnites to bed nightly, and pads during the day, I’ve been wearing more protection this past month, than I’ve worn in years. This was my usual routine all the way up through my undergraduate days, but it’s been a while. Anyhow, when I last ordered some Molicare diapers from my online source, I also asked for some random samples, and because I’d already tried out all their diaper samples, I asked them to throw in some pads as well. Thus, why I have this particular Tena incontinence pad. I can’t honestly remember the exact variety of pad this is, it’s been sitting in my pad collection, plumply teasing me for a while now, and it was finally time to test this puppy out. Of all the pads I’ve randomly assembled over the past few years, this one is by far the thickest. As you can see, it has the kinds of designs on the top which I like, and also impressive gathers that make it so the pad would not sit flat for its close-up. As you can also see, these pads are seriously thick. While I did appreciate the gathers, they felt too low (and not waterproof enough) given the overall thickness of the pad. I did like how the back is significantly wider (to catch serious leaks when you are sitting down), and the longer, elongated splash zone (the sort of honey-comb section right in the middle of the pad). If feel like this splash zone is like this to allow maximum rapid absorption. Lots of pads are absorbent, but one of the problems they run into is that they can’t absorb liquid fast enough. This is why a period pad designed to absorb say 50ml of blood will leak way before it’s absorbed that much pee, because it’s overwhelmed. These pads seems to instil confidence, and so with this confidence, I decided to ramp up my ‘experimental design.’ I had the entire afternoon to myself on a weekend, so I decided to fill my bladder with tea and juice. After lunch, I slipped the pad into my panties (lovely light purple ones with blue trim), and set about drinking a big mug of green tea (which goes right through me) followed by some delicious creamy mango juice. I had a little difficulty getting the pad to stick in my panties. It didn’t have any wings and the sticky stuff didn’t stick as well as it could have. This could have been on account of how old the pad was, and another confounding issue was my sticking the pad into my panties while they were off. This is actually harder to do. When your panties are around your ankles or thighs you can move your legs to make them taught, and it’s generally easier to fit a pad into your panties. Anyhow I got there in the end, but I wasn’t all that confident in the sticky part of the pad. I feel if I was pulling down my panties while wearing this pad, I’d worry about it falling out. This wasn’t something I needed to worry about however, as I was only planning on pulling my panties down after I had thoroughly wet the pad. A couple other observations of this pad, while it was still dry. I found it thick. Thicker than a Goodnite. I thought it was almost excessively thick. With a pad this thick, I immediately thought it would be for overnight use, but you simply would never wear a pad like this overnight, it lacks effective standing gathers to grab pee if you lay on your side, and it’s shorter design means that pee running down your back, if you are a back sleeper, would soak your bum. I mean it’s a little thicker in the back, but not that much. The thickness in the back suggests to me that it is clearly intended for daytime use. If someone suffered from incontinence sufficient to require a pad of this thickness during the day, I’d recommend a diaper, with proper gathers all the way down the sides, from experience. So I’m a little unsure as to the exact intention of the pad. I suppose it is designed for cover major and significant leaks on the way to the bathroom. Like a massive key-in-latch accident, or for someone who had very large leaks when the sneeze. I reckon it could also serve to catch the first significant portion of an OAB episode, giving you enough time to get the leak under control, and find a washroom. So I suppose I’ve talked myself into this pad, but well either way, I’d probably prefer a diaper for the sense of security and thinness. Also, it’s super thick, so much so that I would worry that a diaper would be more discreet even. It created a very distinct bulge in my panties. And it was wider than my girl-sized panties. Well, given the robust claims of this pad, I decided to give it a proper, full-bladder release, rather than just a sneeze-induced squirt. So after slipping these into my panties I drank a mug of tea and then headed out to run some errands. While wandering about the grocery store I was aware of the pad from time to time, particularly when I crossed my legs. Walking was also interesting. I chose to wear tights under a knee-length dress as I was pretty sure that this pad would be clearly visible in tight jeans or something similar. I feel like the pad sort of settled into my panties after a while (curving well to match my body shape) and it was almost possible to forget about it, but not quite, as it was pretty thick. Anyhow, by the time I got back, about an hour later, I was pretty full. I could feel myself filling up all the while I was shopping, and was at the state where when I left the store (6.5 on the desperation scale), I would have certainly visited the washroom. Lately I’ve been visiting more often, and I usually go ‘just in case’ if I’m anywhere near a 4 or 5. Anyhow, I got home and was at about a 7.5. I slipped off my tights right after getting in, and went about putting the groceries away. By the time this was done I was at an 8 or more and ready to pee. Because of the thickness of the pad, I was going to release a whole bladder. I didn’t want to pee in full force though, as few incontinence products can stand up to an aggressive sudden flood. So, after putting away the last pack of noodles, I stood with my legs about a foot-width apart, in the middle of my kitchen, and carefully relaxed my PC muscles. Rather than a hissing torrent of pee, I could feel a gentle trickle suffusing my sex with warm wetness. I strained (and yes I have been practicing me Kegel’s again) to keep the flow smooth and torrential, and did a pretty good job for about 20 seconds. Then my muscles were tired and I relaxed a little too much. This time the pee released at a pretty strong flow and I could feel my lower lips getting wetter and wetter. When my bladder was about 80% empty, I clenched and stopped the flow to a trickle, and then stopped. While I was soaking the pad, I could feel a little more wetness than usual on my left inner thigh. When you wet any incontinence product there is always a little lag while the product absorbs the liquid, but in this case, the wetness didn’t go away. Inspecting my panties after I waddled over to the bathroom, I noticed that the sort of frilly gathers were soaked on the left side. Because of the design of the standing gathers, they seem to collect liquid, and this left me feeling wet. Only a little got on my leg and I think if I had been wearing pants, the leak would not have been visible from the outside. Oh, and when I say waddle, I mean waddle, as the pad was very thick after absorbing almost a full Rachel bladder. As you can see, the pad did successfully hold an entire Rachel bladder. Purple panties are great for showing wet spots, and there were not wet spots on my panties after this experiment. Overall, my evaluation of these pads is good. They absorbed a lot (comparable to a Goodnite!), they were not uncomfortable, and I liked the coverage they give the bum. I think this is important, because while I do most of my tests standing somewhere in my apartment, people (myself included) have accidents sitting down and in otherwise not upright positions, and the bum tends to be where this pee goes. I bet these would also be pretty good for sleeping in, though the coverage in the back and front might not stand up to laying down. I’ll have to get another pad and test this out some night. Anyhow, hope you enjoyed this test and look for more coming soon. I’ve been testing out lots of pads lately! Rachel p.s. If you like my content, please let me know, and support my by purchasing a video or even a pair of my panties from my site: http://rachelkirwan.wixsite.com/panties My other pad tests to date: https://www.omorashi.org/forums/topic/41139-always-discreet-test/
  5. Huge accident

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  6. My first two stories were from when I was younger, so I thought I'd share a more recent experience from September last year when I moved to university. I was so nervous. It was my first time, sort of ever, away from home and my parents. I was excited during the build up to moving away but once I got there suddenly, despite being in halls with other people, I felt so alone. Things are cool now as I've met people and made friends on my course but the first couple of weeks were so difficult as it was hard for me to branch out and talk to people. My halls are laid out in corridors with a kitchen in the middle of each. Ether side of the kitchen there's about 5 rooms each but some differ and a two communal bathrooms, both on the same side of the kitchen, so some people have to go through the kitchen to use them. However, some rooms have en-suites; like mine. Yay. We have single rooms and all our doors lock so there's complete privacy. We all pay separate amounts for our rooms based on sizes and en-suites. Anyway, my first night there seemed so long. There were chatters as people on my corridor walked past. There were thuds of footsteps. Doors slamming far away. Random episodes of laughter. Sudden faster and louder thuds of someone running down the corridor. Even smaller sounds such as the squeak of pipes behind the walls, creaky floorboards, or even the radiator rumbling on the other side of the room. Everything was so new and daunting. I was not comfortable for the first night and this carried on for at least the first week. I knew very quickly I needed to make this room my own and to make myself feel more comfortable. Almost straight away I had ideas in mind, knowing I could lock my door and be completely isolated. Of course more wetting was possible and now much more easier as i wouldn't have to hide from anyone like when at home. But I also knew I couldn't do it straight away. I needed to get used to the room, the routine of people in my corridor, and was I actually 100% secure behind that locked door? I prepared myself though. I missed home more than I can explain, and still do, and felt too guilty every time I thought about wetting clothes from home; even though I had wet some of them before. Soooo I went out and bought myself some new clothes. All cheapish stuff of course. I got a few pairs of leggings, shorts, jogging bottoms, jeans and the such. Hooray for student loans. I spent no more than £30-£40 though so not too much of a dent. Also at the time all I wanted was to feel more comfortable in my room so it all seemed justifiable. I still use them too so whatever. Now the most daring purchase? I wanted to get myself a waterproof mattress protector. At home I never had the proper opportunity to fully wet my bed. I'd wet slightly but never fully. There's no way I'd ever be able to explain that to my parents. But now I had the opportunity. I also couldn't deal with the concept of ruining the uni's mattress and having it changed or the staff find out what I'd done, purposefully or accidentally. I went to the nearest biggest superstore and found the mattress protectors. My heart was thumping like mad. I kept pacing up and down the same aisle pretending I as browsing. I'd already found what I wanted but couldn't bring myself to pick them up. I kept bringing my phone out to pretend I was in conversation. I remember snapping one up and hiding it in my basket under some food. There was probably no one watching me but I felt so vulnerable at that moment. Self checkouts are a godsend. Back in my room, after a few days of on and off shopping sprees to cater for my wetting desires, I laid out everything I had on my bed. I remember at this moment feeling the most excited I had been since before arriving. First thing I did was put the mattress protector on and a new sheet I'd got myself. Again, I felt way too guilty wetting on the stuff my parents had provided. The next couple of days were free reign. The course still didn't start for a few weeks and I still didn't really know anyone. I knew I was almost cool to keep myself locked away for a while and have no one notice or even care. To make my case even better, I'd managed to convince my parents to get me a mini fridge for my room, so that was full with cans of drink. My first wetting at uni was going to take place that evening. I put on a new pair of underwear. I'm not the biggest fan on wetting these skimpy things with little to no material. I like to feel the wetness. I like the material to cling to me. I had bought a few packs of cheap full bikini style underwear, each with a cute pattern or nice contrasting colours. My first pair to wear was a striped pair of underwear. They were a very dark, navy blue and white with a cute bow at the front on the elastic. I wanted to see how a wet patch would contrast with the white and the blue and how much would it show up, or not. I then put on a pair of jogging bottoms I bought. They were a light grey pair and actually quite comfy; nice and fleecy on the inside. They also weren't too baggy and were a nice snug fit. I wanted to throw on some more layers but thought I wouldn't normally put on too many layers and didn't want to produce too much washing in one go. I wanted to wet as naturally as possible and not have to force it or think too much about it. I decided, since it was protected, to spend the rest of the day lying in bed watching stuff on my laptop. For a while I forgot I had my mattress protected and was wearing clothes to wet in. I was watching Brooklyn Nine Nine on Netflix and enjoying the time to myself. I went through a few bottles of squash I had made up and a few cans of coke. It was around 6-7pm when I started to feel a bit desperate. I was squirming under the covers and pressing my legs together. Again, I'd forgotten what situation I had put myself in as I had been laying there for a few hours. As I normally would, I relaxed and let some spurt into my underwear then I started holding again. I would do this even at home. I immediately put a hand down there to rub over the wet patch and felt the new fleece lining as I went. At the same time I felt the fleece and reached the wet patch I remembered these clothes were new. It all came back to me. I could just let go. Suddenly I wasn't paying attention to the show anymore and I sort of zoned out as I kept rubbing my finger over the wet patch. I let some more go. I felt the warm pee run around my fingers on the wet patch and the dampness grow. I stopped it again. I started feeling nervous that someone would find me like this. I jumped up and checked my door. It as still locked. My blinds were closed. I scrambled to the bed and felt the area the mattress cover protected. I had already prepared myself. I was working myself up. I got comfortable under the cover again and pushed down on my bladder a bit. I felt even more desperate very quickly. This was a new situation I found myself in as I'd not wet a bed before. It felt all sorts of wrong and weird and taboo. I covered myself up again and tried to pay attention to my laptop. It didn't feel right. I was fumbling around. I put my laptop on the floor and stood up on the floor. I inspected the jogging bottoms and there was no wet mark. I hadn't let much go at all. I turned the light off and used my phone light to get back to my bed. I got under the covers again and pretended to go to sleep. I tried to hold it for as long as possible. I laid on my left hand side and curled up in to a semi-fetal position. My left leg was curled up and my right was extended down the bed a bit. I kept my eyes closed and continued holding. I kept tensing. Clench. Relax. Clench. Relax. I relaxed completely and let some more flow out. I counted down from three... two... one. Whatever left me was free reign and some did. I put my hand between my legs and felt the thick jogging bottoms dampen around my crotch and down my left thigh somewhat. I pulled the cover over me some more and took a deep breath. I clenched a few more times then relaxed for good. At first I halted the stream as it came to release a few times. Then let nature do its thing. It felt to good. The stream got a bit more intense as I felt the wet patch flow down my leg, down my butt, absorb in the material of my jogging bottoms, and pool then absorb into the mattress protector underneath me. In the silence of the moment I could faintly hear the flow form under the covers. I wanted to move but was frozen in the same position as the full day's worth torrent of pee flooded where I laid. Literally like a dam bursting. I clenched my thighs as the stream calmed down and felt the saturated material let loose some of the absorbed pee and it run down my legs again along with the fresh pee. I couldn't resist any longer. As the stream lessened, but continued, I shoved a hand down there and felt the outside of the underwear as they continued to get soaked. I gently touched round the area and almost instantly my wet thighs had a spasm and felt warmer, like your ears going red hot. Despite already feeling horny as fuuuuuuuck with the wetting, my touch brought me over the edge and I arched my back, pushing my ass into the wet protector, as my crotch, waist and hips all twitched in unison with each other. I felt a rush of pins and needles flow through my legs and almost disappear at my toes as the pee finished. The wave of pleasure filled my body and I felt light headed. The pee was warm but nearly my whole body was relaxed and hotter, like laying in a freshly made bath. What was a feeling of a bursting dam earlier was like a tsunami rush sensation now. Even though the pee had finished, it was something else now wetting my underwear. As I calmed down I couldn't find the energy to do anything for a while. I stayed slowly shifting my hips forwards and backwards against the damp sheet and protector. When I came to, so to speak, I finally turned the light on to inspect 'the damage'. Nearly my whole left leg was a much darker grey and some of the inner right. The navy blue sheet I had bought myself had a large wet patch on it. The mattress protector had done its job. Underneath, well, my underwear were soaked. Turns out the wet patch as evident on the white and blue stripes, as the white went a see through, grey colour. But I suppose it wouldn't be too obvious if you weren't looked for wet patches. Unfortunately, my duvet had sustained minor dampness but nothing I didn't mind. I needed a drink though. Some water. not to make myself full again, but self pleasuring is thirsty work. Just saying. I stayed in my wet clothes to get my drink. The sense of freedom in my locked room was, and still is, indescribable. Naturally I felt i should change and clean up. But I didn't need to! I was feeling ecstatic. Being able to wet and stay int he wet clothes felt so hot. I got back into bed, having changed nothing, and carried on trying to get comfortable and watch Netflix. It didn't take long for me to this time push some pee out. There was still a bit there. I was laying on my back with both my legs up, resting my laptop sort of on my belly and my legs. The pee came out and leaked down my butt. I kept myself fully hydrated that evening so not to make my room smell too much. I left the window open to air the room, but as an excuse to stay warm and comfortable in my bed. I stayed in those wet clothes that night. And slept in them. I wasn't sure where to draw the line with when to change or clean up. The next morning however, after wetting before I slept and as I woke up, I did do a full clean up and realised maybe the mattress protector couldn't prevent damage after about 3 or 4 wettings. But you live and learn. I left the jogging bottoms on the floor of my en suite to air dry and played with my wet underwear, whilst wearing them, when in the shower. It did take me a while to realise I had to wash peed in clothes properly and not just hand washed in a sink or shower if I wanted them properly clean. But I was always able to hide wet clothes with non wet ones when I used the communal washing machine in the kitchen. So that's my first wetting I did at uni back in September. Obviously I've done a lot more since then and I've done them all unnoticed so far. I hope you enjoy. Becca x
  7. A/N: In this thread I will post all of the fics I do for a user on this site. For now, we're going to have a wide variety of cartoons, with both male and female omorashi popping up, depending on the story. This first one focuses on Frankie from Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends. Frankie often busies herself with chores, to the point that she gets lost in them and forgets to take care of her other needs. That’s exactly what she’s doing one day, when she realizes that she feels the urge to pee, something that has probably been going on for a while, but that she’s only just noticed. Since it’s already at a point that she really can’t ignore, she decides to go ahead and take care of that as quickly as she can, and heads off to look for the bathroom. The first bathroom that she comes to has a bit of a line of imaginary friends, and she isn’t sure if it’ll be worth waiting, when she can just find another one with less of a wait. However, every bathroom that she comes across seems to be the same situation, and she continues searching, her desperation growing with each step that she takes. Her bladder is more full than she realized, and even walking proves to be a bit of a pain, causing her overfull bladder to slosh, and make her afraid that she might leak. It’s rare that she’s in a situation where she’s this desperate, and she prays that she doesn’t end up in a situation where she actually wets herself. All she can do is try to hold back as much as possible, pressing on in the hopes that at least one bathroom won’t have a ridiculous wait time. Even a small line would be fine, though, in the back of her mind, she knows that if she’d just waited at the first one she came to, then she probably would have been able to go by now, she tries not to think about that. No point in dwelling on the past now. Frankie is growing so desperate now that she can’t believe she ever let it get this bad.It hasn’t been this bad in a really long time, and she’s starting to panic, wondering if she really is going to be pushed so far that she wets herself. More than anything, she wants to avoid that happening, but by now, she can’t even walk normally. After passing so many bathrooms, it’s obvious to anyone who notices how strangely she’s walking that she’s dealing with a full bladder, and she wonders if there’s any bathroom in the house that isn’t constantly in use. Her bladder aches for relief, but no matter how she searches, she can’t find it. The lines are so bad, and her bladder is so full, and she’s beginning to panic, really not sure now if she’s going to be able to make it or not. She whimpers, imagining the humiliation that would occur if she were to wet herself in the house. After all, she would be the one who’d have to clean it up, and walk around in her wet clothes, and everyone would soon know what had happened to her. No matter what, she has to avoid that outcome. She knows that she absolutely can’t take it anymore, and so, she makes a mad dash for the kitchen, or, at least, she moves as quickly as she can right now without losing control of her over full bladder. It’s hard to move without leaking too much, though she does lose a few drops along the way, which only increases her panic. Frankie knows that she’s got only one choice, and that’s to use the sink before she humiliates herself by wetting herself. She’s absolutely trembling by the time she makes it into the kitchen, and she’s relieved to see that, as expected, there’s no one else around. Hiking up her skirt, she heaves herself up onto the sink, yanking down her panties as she sits over it, and that is all the time she has left before the dam breaks and she lets loose, hot pee gushing out of her into the sink as she heaves a huge sigh of relief. It is that exact moment with Mac, still a frequent visitor of the house even after turning eighteen, walks into the kitchen and gets an eyeful of exactly how Frankie has chosen to relieve herself in her desperation. He can’t help but openly stare at her in his shock, and she lets out a shriek when she sees him, even more thrown when she sees how visibly aroused he’s become, and she shouts, “Mac, don’t look!” However, at this point, he can’t turn away and she can’t stop the flood, so all she can do is blush and look away from him as she finishes peeing in front of him. She’s never experienced something so strange and embarrassing in all of her life. Once she finishes, she stands up and hurriedly pulls her panties up to cover herself, turning the sink on full blast to wash away any further evidence of the incident. Scowling at the ground, she mumbles, “Never speak of this again,” to Mac, who is still standing there. With that, she hurries out of the kitchen, ready to take a shower and go to bed, fully willing to blow off the rest of her chores to forget this ever happened.
  8. female Kelly's Regret

    For those of you who may or may not have read my stories before, this one is a sequel to The Beach Party story I posted a while ago. The Kelly referenced in the title is the same Kelly from that story. It's not necessary for you have to read The Beach Party in order to enjoy this story, but fair warning if you haven't read it yet, there's a few spoilers about that story in this one. === Kelly's Regret, Part #1 The first thing Kelly was aware of as she woke up was that she needed to take a piss quite badly, her hands automatically grabbed her pussy in desperation. That she needed to pee so badly wasn't very surprising, Kelly had last peed at 6 AM yesterday morning. By the time Kelly had went to bed at midnight last night she had already really needed a piss after holding it for 18 hours already. And now according to the clock it was 8 AM, 26 hours since Kelly had last had a piss. Normally Kelly wouldn't have needed to go quite this badly after holding it for just 26 hours, but William had made sure she drank a lot of water the previous day. Kelly's bulging bladder, which was already large last night, had only gotten even larger overnight. Before her humiliating loss against Zora's iron bladder several months ago Kelly would have probably used the toilet before bed. Or if not before bed it would certainly be the first thing she did right now after getting up the next day. But ever since her humiliating loss Kelly had been hyper focused on training herself to get an even stronger iron bladder than she already had. Kelly wanted nothing more than to have a rematch against Zora, and watch her arch-rival piss herself while Kelly still held it in even longer. The memory of her humiliating loss still haunted Kelly in her dreams from time to time, which only made her more determined to beat Zora one day. Kelly thought she had made great progress in her training over the last few months, she knew her iron bladder was much tougher than it used to be. Yet Kelly feared that her arch-rival was probably pushing herself even harder in her own training then she was. Kelly knew that unlike her Zora refused to pee anywhere but a clean ladies room toilet. Zora had even bragged to Kelly once that Zora's own refusal to drop her clothing, and squat down for a piss outdoors like the other girls gave her the extra motivation to build up such an unbeatable iron bladder. Zora never had that option as a way out when she was far away from any toilets, so she always had to keep waiting. Kelly had replayed that offhanded comment in her mind so many times the last few months. The more Kelly thought about it, the more she worried that Zora was right. Kelly needed to put herself in situations like Zora did, where she was desperate to pee, but wouldn't be able to for a long time. But putting herself in situations where she couldn't pee for a long time was easier said than done for Kelly. Whenever Kelly got in trouble in her bladder training sessions at college she could always just give up and run into the ladies room to use a toilet. Or if that wasn't an option she could always squat down behind some bushes and pee outdoors as she had done countless times before. Other girls like Zora shuddered at the mere thought of peeing outdoors, and would try to hold it until a clean toilet was available to them at all costs, but Kelly loved peeing outdoors. Kelly thought peeing outdoors felt quite liberating, and enjoyed the freedom of it too much to give it up. A girl like Zora could easily force herself to hold it all day or longer by taking a hike or camping trip outdoors. But that wouldn't work for Kelly, who had no qualms about peeing on the grass next to the guys, so Kelly needed an alternate solution. Kelly's alternate solution was a padlock, and William's love for making her as desperate to pee as possible. When she got dressed yesterday Kelly had grabbed her favorite pair of expensive designer jeans, and locked herself in them with the padlock. She gave the key to her boyfriend William, with a knowing look in her eyes. The look on William's face was like a kid in a candy shop as he realized what Kelly was asking him to do. "Are you sure you want to do this Kelly? You know I won't make it easy on you, I can promise you that" William had asked with a big grin. Under normal circumstances Kelly would have known not to give her boyfriend absolute control over if she could pee or not. She had little doubt that he would abuse the privilege to make her hold it as long as possible, and maybe even cause her to piss herself in public again. Just the look in Will's eyes would have been enough to make Kelly reconsider under normal circumstances. But not today, Kelly was too desperate to beat her arch-rival's iron bladder to care what a bad idea she knew her plan was. "I know you won't be easy on me Will, that's the whole reason I'm asking you to do it. You have my permission to be as hard on me and my iron bladder as possible, no matter what I tell you later" Kelly had replied with confidence. "I want you to make me hold it as long as I possibly can Will. If I tell you I can't wait any longer, I want you to call me a liar and make me wait even longer until you finally give me the key. I want you to push me to my absolute limits before you let me pee. You know full well why I need the practice". "Oh Kelly, I think you'll regret asking me to do this by the time I finally give you the key" William had replied with an evil grin on his face now. Ever since William had met Kelly and learned what a huge iron bladder she had William had been fantasizing about situations like this, where he had absolute control over Kelly's bladder. In the months since the beach party William had to settle for watching Kelly make herself as desperate as possible, knowing full well she could give up and pee at any time despite Will's encouragement to keep waiting. But now Kelly had literally just given him the key to fulfilling his own secret fantasies on her. William knew he wouldn't waste this opportunity, Kelly would get plenty of training to help her best Zora's iron bladder alright! Kelly, unaware of what William had in store for her, maintained her look of confidence, but in the back of her mind she was nervous. She had no doubt that William was bound to push her a LOT harder than she had been pushing herself in her training. Kelly just hoped that William didn't cause her to piss her expensive designer jeans. She had purposely picked her most expensive pair to make herself less likely to give up and piss herself. Back in the present, Kelly's hands shot to her crotch as she fidgeted around in bed from her desperate urge for a morning piss. If it wasn't for the padlock, and it's reminder of her hatred for her arch-rival, Kelly would probably have been racing to plop herself down on the toilet seat for a piss after 26 hours of waiting. All that water she had drank yesterday at William's urging needed to come out in the worst way. Besides, a 26 hour hold ought to have been enough for Kelly to easily best anyone else's bladder under normal circumstances. But of course it hadn't been enough to bring down her arch-rival last time, Zora had continued to hold it for much of the second day in their last contest, despite the 5 and a half hour disadvantage she had over Kelly. Kelly was so distracted by her urgent need for a morning piss that she didn't even think to glance to her side to see if William was awake or not. That changed when she soon heard the sound of the toilet flushing from the master bathroom a few meters away. Belatedly Kelly glanced to her side, and saw William leaving the master bathroom, clearly having just taken the morning piss Kelly urgently needed herself. William's eyes met Kelly's, with a knowing grin on his face. "Good morning Kelly, how would you like to have a few glasses of water with breakfast" he asked as Kelly made herself sit up and stop squirming around in bed like a desperate little girl. Kelly hated looking like she was weak or desperate in front of Will and others if she could help it. Besides, forcing herself to not squirm around in desperation was good practice for her eventual rematch against Zora. Still, Kelly couldn't help but shudder inwardly at the obvious message in William's good morning. She had only just woken up, and William was already making clear that he was going to be cruelly keeping her extremely well hydrated today just like yesterday. Kelly had started out yesterday with an empty bladder when she drank what was probably several gallons of beverages. Anything Will offered yesterday Kelly had dutifully drank without question or complaint. But Kelly didn't have the luxury of taking a morning piss today before continuing to down more beverages, and William obviously wasn't going to give it to her. Kelly really didn't think she could last all day if William kept offering her as many drinks today as he did yesterday. She'd probably piss herself by the late afternoon if he did. But then maybe that was Will's plan with all this drinking, to fill her up as much as she had been in her last contest against Zora before she lost it. It would let them both see how much Kelly had really improved since then. Kelly knew she could just refuse to drink some or all of the beverages William offered her today, but her pride wouldn't allow it, at least not yet. Besides, William was just doing what she had asked when he offered all these beverages. Still, Kelly could at least have a bit of fun teasing Will, pretending she might refuse his drinks, just to warn him she wouldn't roll over completely today no matter what he told her to do. "And what if I'm not as thirsty today as I was yesterday Will?" Kelly asked, with an edge of stubbornness in her voice. Kelly sat up straighter in bed and kept herself stiller to make herself look stronger, and more unconcerned about her urgent need for a morning pee. William smiled like a shark sniffing out weakness as he hid one of his hands behind his back. "Well then, I'd say I hope the reason you aren't thirsty isn't because you woke up this morning needing to use the toilet to take a badly needed pee after holding it for just 26 hours Kelly". Kelly swore in her mind, of course Will wouldn't buy her tough girl who doesn't have to pee body language. He probably saw her gripping her crotch and squirming around in her sleep before she got up. "Of course I'm not bothered by my bladder Will, that's a silly question. I barely even feel an urge to go despite the 26 hours that it's been since I last peed" Kelly lied with an irritable look on her face. "Well that's good to hear Kelly" William said as he let Kelly see what his hand was hiding behind his back, it was the key to her padlock. "Then you wouldn't want this even if I offered to let you take a morning piss, would you Kelly?". Kelly knew William was just taunting her now for fun now. He knew full well she was lying to him, this was his way of calling her out on it. Kelly decided to play along with his 'offer' anyway. "Well... if you made the offer, I guess I would need to take it" she admitted slyly. "I can certainly wait a long while if I have to, but I could really do with a morning pee right about now". "I thought so, you aren't a very good liar Kelly, your body language gives you away. You need to do better than that Kelly if you ever want to beat Zora's bladder of steel" William said simply. "That makes it a very good thing you asked me to help you train yourself. You know I'm all about 'helping' you to hold it in even longer Kelly". Kelly's nostrils nearly flared as she was angered by the reminder that Zora was better than her. But reluctantly she knew that William was trying to help her, in his own cruel way, so she let it slide. "I'll have to prove you wrong then Will" she said, "Your girl knows how to hold her pee. I can handle a lot more than a mere 26 hours without a leak if you make me". Kelly knew her bladder situation obviously wasn't going to improve at breakfast as she drank another 3 bottles of water at William's urging. Despite her prowess for holding it for a long time, Kelly found herself dreading the rest of the day, knowing that William would inevitably continue to fill her bladder until she couldn't take it anymore. Kelly had become super desperate plenty of times around William before, especially at various outdoors places far from a toilet. But Kelly had always had the power to rip her jeans off and pee wherever she was if William kept her from a toilet for too long for even her considerable bladder control. But today Kelly didn't have that escape option, since William had the key to unlock her jeans. Thinking back to all the many times she had had enough and peed outdoors in front of William, she doubted that he would have given her the key to pee most of times if she had asked for it. Kelly tried to banish such thoughts from her head as she took a large sip of water. William only liked it when she was desperate to pee, he wouldn't really make her piss herself if she really couldn't hold it any longer... she hoped. "So, what are we going to do today? Besides filling me up some more" Kelly asked William, hoping for a distraction from her gloomy thoughts. "Oh, since you're going to make day so enjoying by continuing to hold it and giving me the key I thought I'd treat you to something special" Will said with a smile. "How's a day of shopping and sightseeing around town sound to you Kelly" he said with a grin. Kelly's eyes lit up with joy, she was soon grinning with Will. "That's what I love about you Will, you know how to lift the mood of a girl who's having a bad morning" she said with a smile as she reached over to kiss him. While William could be a jerk at times, shopping with him was the best, and showed the perks of dating a boyfriend from a wealthy family. He was often willing to let Kelly buy whatever she wanted on his dime (technically his wealthy parents dime, just like the vacation house they were staying in). Kelly, like any girl, loved shopping. Plus Kelly knew the shopping and sightseeing was bound to be a welcome distraction from her still filling bladder. Of course when you're doing a lot of running around shopping and sightseeing, it can make you quite thirsty. So William made sure to frequently drag Kelly to vending machines to buy her a bottle of water, or a can of soda. "Here Kelly, they say never letter your lady shop while she's thirsty" he said as he handed her a can of soda within 10 minutes of her finishing the last one. Kelly grimaced inwardly, her need to piss was distracting her enough already during their shopping, she didn't want even more soda so soon. But of course she couldn't show that weakness to Will. "Whoever says that Will?" Kelly asked skeptically as she accepted the can of soda with a smile. "It sounds like something only you or Matt would ever say, to fill your girl's bladder up more". Kelly opened the can of soda and took a long sip for Will, trying to look like a woman who was completely unconcerned about her bladder. "Ok, maybe I did just make it up" Will admitted with a grin. "But hey, maybe if your girl really needs to pee after quenching her thirst she'll tire of shopping quicker" he added with a shrug. "Maybe other girls, but not this one" Kelly replied with a prideful grin. "You have to do better than giving me just a few cans of soda if you want me to hurry up and finish shopping so I can pee" she added daringly. "What would be the point in attempting that Kelly?" Will asked playfully. "We both know you can't pee until I give you permission and unlock you. But based on how calm you seem that won't be for a very long time yet". Kelly smiled inwardly at the compliment. "It certainly won't Will, I barely even notice the urge!" Kelly answered, perhaps a bit too quickly to come across as truly unconcerned about her bladder's incessant needs. But William didn't seem to notice, as his phone buzzed with a new text message, and he went back to texting some of his other college friends again. By the time noon rolled around Kelly was really starting to regret accepting all the drinks William had offered her today. Shopping could no longer distract her from the 30 hours worth of pent up boiling piss she had brewing in her bladder. On any other day, were she not locked in her jeans, Kelly probably would have caved to her bladder's incessant demands by now and found a toilet to use. But not today, Kelly had locked herself in her jeans for a reason yesterday morning, she wasn't giving up that easily. Kelly was still determined to make this her longest hold ever, no matter how difficult Will made it for her. Kelly was even determined to keep up the tough girl who didn't need to pee act, no matter how much her bladder was nagging her for a piss right about now. Yet as Kelly and William returned to their car carrying several shopping bags, Kelly found herself looking forward to the chance to sit down for a few minutes. It would be nice to rest her legs, and hopefully have her bladder settle down a bit. Just thinking about how badly she needed to pee was making Kelly's legs fidget. Kelly found herself fantasizing about how good it would feel to be able to pee, even taking a partial pee would feel really good after holding it for over 30 hours. "Struggling with your need to pee I see Kelly" Will said with a knowing smile, knocking Kelly out of her daydreams. Kelly realized they were standing by the trunk of their car, and she had been fidgeting her legs around in a blatant sign of desperation. That wasn't what a tough girl who didn't need to pee was supposed to be doing Kelly told herself. "I am not struggling with my bladder Will! I don't even have an urge to go!" Kelly lied stubbornly, despite the overwhelming evidence otherwise provided by her clearly visible rock hard bladder bulge. "I was just distracted a bit Will, it's nothing to worry about". "Distracted by the unpleasant feeling that you haven't peed in the last 30 hours I bet Kelly" Will replied as he opened the trunk. "I bet you'll be begging me to give you the key and let you pee real soon when the urge becomes too much for you" he added, whipping a key out to wave it around just for good measure. Kelly couldn't tell from the distance if it was the key to her lock or a different key, but she assumed it was the lock's key. The sight of the key sent a slight tremor through Kelly's bladder. She nearly crossed her legs in desperation, but caught herself and used muscle power alone to hold on. "Oh come on Will, do you really think I'd ask for your help, and give you the key, only to give up and ask to be allowed to pee after only 30 hours?" Kelly asked. "I'm a tougher girl then I was a few months ago Will, I can wait a lot longer than I used to". William smiled at her proudly. "Well then, you'll just have to keep convincing me Kelly, in fact I have something in mind that'll do the trick" he said with a grin on his face. "Come over here for a moment Kelly", he pointed to the space between their car and the one parked next to them in the busy parking lot. "You had better not be doing what I think you're doing Will" Kelly warned. William's grin let her know that her suspicions were right, as he unzipped his jeans and began to pull his cock out. "If you're so confident you can keep holding on much longer then you already have then this should be nothing for you Kelly" Will said, quietly enough so others who might be near in the parking lot wouldn't hear them. Kelly felt the familiar anger she had felt countless times before as she saw Will begin to piss right in front of her on the concrete. This was hardly the first time Will had ever found a way to pee in front of her when she was desperate but couldn't pee, Kelly used to have to endure it all the time around Will. Kelly used to be like the other girls who refused to pee outdoors, until William helped change that. Whenever William peed in front of her outdoors when she had to piss really badly Kelly used to get really ticked off. She used to yell at him and loudly complain about how badly she had to pee. Early on in their relationship Kelly didn't even realize that William enjoyed putting her into desperate situations outdoors where he could pee but she couldn't because of her own inhibitions. It should have been so obvious in hindsight. But one time Kelly had been really desperate for a piss after holding it in for nearly a day and a half on an outdoors adventure. When William whipped out his cock to cruelly pee in front her yet again, Kelly, certain she was on the verge of pissing herself any minute now, and not wanting to piss her jeans, decided she had enough. She hurried to undo her belt, then she ripped her jeans and panties down in one swift motion. Kelly was so desperate that she had already started peeing before she even squatted down beside William. Kelly's urine had gotten on her shoes and part of her jeans that first time, but it was much better than the alternate of completely pissing herself. At the time Kelly had intended for it to be a one-time thing done out of pure desperation when she was on the verge of pissing herself. But William had told her afterwards that it was really hot watching her pee outdoors, and Kelly found that she had really enjoyed doing it. It was then that it clicked for her that William had been getting a kick out of seeing her desperate to pee, and cruelly peeing in front of her like that. Just like Will was getting an erotic kick out of peeing in front of her right now. His penis was partially erect in excitement, which was making it harder for him to keep his stream going. After all the times Will had previously peed in front of her when she was desperate Kelly's bladder wasn't too bothered by Will's taunting piss. But Kelly still felt anger that Will would pee in front of her like this, and in such a public place where anyone walking back to their car might see. So she decided to do something about it this time around. Kelly reached out and gripped Will's cock playfully, it instantly stiffened under her touch, and Will's urine stream slowed to a trickle, despite all the soda he still had inside. "Normally I love it when you give me a handjob Kelly, but right now I've really gotta pee after all that soda babe" Will complained. "I think I'd rather you had to wait to" Kelly said with a smile as she began to stroke his cock. It didn't take much for her to get Will hard enough to cut his piss off entirely. "You can pee in front of me for your own erotic kicks as much as you want Will, but not in the middle of a crowded parking lot you idiot" she whispered angrily. "There's hidden cameras all over here, now put your cock back in your pants and hold it like a man till you get to a men's room". Will looked like he was about to protest, until he saw the look of anger in Kelly's eyes. "Ok, you made your point Kelly. Let's grab some lunch" he said as he zipped his jeans back up. He had barely having gotten any relief at all in the 10 to 15 seconds he had been able to pee, but it was still more then Kelly's bursting bladder was going to get. At lunch Will briefly left Kelly to take a still much needed piss in the men's room. Kelly was glad she didn't have to listen to his piss for once as she crossed her legs underneath the table. Will soon came back and they ordered and ate lunch together, with Kelly continuing to cross and squirm her legs around under the table where no one could see. Wanting to continue the tough girl act, Kelly ended up helping herself to several refills of her large glass of coke at lunch without Will's prompting. "You really put that soda away at lunch darling. But where's it all going I wonder" Will commented as they got up to leave. "I know you want me to beg for the key Will, but I don't have to, not when I'm so good at holding it" Kelly replied calmly. She wasn't sure for how much longer she could continue to act calm however, she was sure that soda was going to cause her a lot of havoc once it all hit her bladder in another hour or two. The early afternoon passed with Kelly drinking even more bottles of water at Will's urging. By 2 PM in the afternoon Kelly's bladder was becoming a major problem for her after 32 hours without a piss. All the soda from lunch was coming back to haunt her now. It was becoming a struggle for Kelly to not openly squirm in desperation in the stores or during their sightseeing. But Kelly didn't want to look weak, so she stubbornly fought to hide her needs as best she could, even though her whole body wanted to squirm around desperately now. The afternoon was filled with a lot less shopping, and much more sightseeing then the morning was, which left Kelly with less things to distract her from her growing need to piss. Even though she wanted to turn down some of the drinks William offered her, Kelly's stubbornness wouldn't let her, no matter how much her bladder complained. Not fidgeting around or gripping her crotch when Will or others were looking was becoming much more of a struggle now. But Kelly, determined to prove to Will and herself that she was a tough girl and she could defeat her arch-rival Zora's bladder of steel, endured it all without complaint. By 5 PM Kelly was getting quite desperate to piss after holding it in for the last 35 hours, but she was still holding on. It was clear to Will from her tense body language just how badly she needed to go by now, even if she was stubbornly determined to keep up the tough girl act. It was shortly after 5 PM that Kelly's tough girl who doesn't need to pee act finally broke. Kelly was hit suddenly by such a strong wave of desperation that she had to ram both hands into her crotch and squirm around desperately. "Oh damn! Damn! I've really gotta pee!" Kelly moaned, glad that only Will was around to see her. "If that's your way of asking for the key, you know why you can't have it yet Kelly" Will said with a grin. Kelly shook her head. "No... I don't need it... yet" she grunted. Kelly tried experimentally to lift her hands off her crotch, but had to put one hand back after a few seconds. "I can still hold it... but maybe that last cup of soda was a mistake" she admitted. Will smiled at her still tough attitude, and sexy squirming. "Kelly you're doing much better than you were in your last match up against Zora. Keep this up and I don't think she'll stand a chance against you in a rematch". Kelly shook her head. "I'm still not good enough Will... Zora has been training herself to... she's probably been getting even better training than me". Kelly tried removing her second hand from her crotch again, this time she succeeded, though her whole body was still fidgeting quite a bit. "I've gotta keep pushing myself Will... as long as I can... that's why I gave you the key... I know you'll make me wait as long as I can... longer then I'd make myself wait if it was up to me". Will smiled mischievously. "You made the right choice there Kelly. I'll definitely make sure you push yourself farther than you ever thought possible. Now come on, if you're up to it I want to see the rest of this museum before we leave". Kelly wasn't really in the mood to see the rest of the museum anymore with her bladder so full. But she bit her tongue and merely said "of course I'll be up to seeing the rest of it Will". The museum tour continued to be just as bad on Kelly's bursting bladder as she feared. Kelly began to repeatedly pester Will for a break to sit down and rest her legs as her heavy load of urine continued to wreak havoc on her bladder. Kelly squirmed around and gripped her crotch from time to time, but she had to be careful out in public not to be too obvious. It wasn't until 6 PM that William finally agreed for them to sit down and rest somewhere. Fortunately Will found a private area for them to sit down where they wouldn't have to worry about anyone seeing Kelly squirming around in obvious desperation. "Can we go back to the vacation house now Will?" Kelly asked hopefully. "I don't know how much more of this walking around I can take, especially when I have to pee this bad". Will was silent for a long moment, seeming to study Kelly's body language, or contemplate something, with a big smile on his face. "Alright, we can go... but only if you can drink another 6 cans of soda first Kelly". Kelly raised an eyebrow and grimaced at the suggestion. "Think of it as practice for the beer drinking contests against Zora" he added. "Now you're just taking advantage of a girl who's desperate to pee" Kelly replied, playfully rather than angry. "And why can't I drink the cans when we get back to the vacation house? Are you impatient Will?" she teased. "Well you haven't had anything to drink the last two hours" Will said simply. "And besides, Zora wouldn't turn it down, she would relish in the practice no matter how bad she needed to pee". Will knew he was risking Kelly's anger with that last line, she often hated any mention of Zora being better than her. But luckily Kelly's anger wasn't triggered. "And... what if I refuse?" Kelly asked calmly. "Then I guess I won't take you back to the vacation home for a while longer" Will replied smoothly. "Maybe we'll hop over to a movie theater and go see a long movie, and maybe I'll even get you a jumbo sized cup of soda... and who knows what I'll do if you don't finish it". "You're mean Will" Kelly pouted playfully as she squirmed around in her seat. "But fine... I can do it" she added. It wasn't Will's threat that got her to go along with it however. Despite her desperation, Kelly's pride couldn't let a challenge to her iron bladder go unanswered on a day like today, she was trying to challenge herself after all. She was pretty bad off right now, but she knew she could endure worse if she pushed herself. Kelly and Will returned to the vacation home shortly before 7 PM, Kelly had drank the entire six pack of soda cans within 20 minutes. Kelly was constantly crossing her legs and squirming around in her seat the whole ride back, urging Will to avoid any bumps on the road to not jostle her full bladder. As soon as she walked through the door Kelly collapsed on the couch with both hands gripping her crotch. Will would have loved to stay and watch, but he had to hurry off to the bathroom to take a much needed piss for himself. Fortunately the bathroom was far enough away for Kelly to not be tortured by the sound of Will's reliving piss or the toilet flushing afterwards. Will returned a few minutes later feeling quite relieved, unlike his girl Kelly. "I... don't know how much longer I'll be able to hold on Will" Kelly admitted. "Are you asking for the key so you can pee now Kelly" Will asked calmly, wondering if Kelly thought she was nearing her limits so soon. If so then that was disappointing, he had expected better from her. "No!" Kelly answered quickly, before immediately reconsidering as her bladder complained more fiercely. "Well... ok maybe..." Kelly confessed coyly. "I don't think I've ever held it this long before Will, especially not while drinking so much water and soda". "That doesn't mean you can't hold on for a while longer Kelly" Will said with encouragement. "Remember, you gave me the key so that you'd push yourself to new limits Kelly. What's the point of going all in like that if you're just going to give up so easily?". "I know Will" Kelly admitted, knowing Will had a good point. "I'd like be able to wait at least till I've been holding it for 40 hours since my last pee... to at least tie Zora's record. But I... don't know if I can hold on for another 3 hours Will... the urge is getting really bad". "Only 40 hours?" Will asked skeptically, "I think you can control yourself a lot longer than that Kelly, if you push yourself and don't give up so easily". Will's eyes glanced at the lock on Kelly's belt, and he smiled. "And since you can't pee until I give you the key... I guess that means you'll just have to wait a while longer". "Well then, how much longer do I have to control myself before I can pee?" Kelly asked, dreading the answer as she sat on her heel to try to help her bladder's plight a bit. All her arrogance from a day and a half ago when she gave Will the key to her lock were about to bite her in the butt now she knew. Yet she couldn't blame Will, he was only doing exactly what she had asked him to after all. "Oh I don't know, how about holding it for at least 48 hours since you took your last piss" Will replied lazily. "I think with all your practice the last few months that you can wait that long if you really try hard Kelly". "48 hours are you nuts Will! That's another 11 hours!" Kelly practically shouted in horror. "I can barely control myself for another 3 hours! There'll be a waterfall of piss erupting in between my legs long before I'm even half way there Will!". Unmoved by her pleading for mercy, Will sat down across from Kelly with what she could only describe as a look of pure evil joy in his eyes. Kelly knew whatever he was about to say wouldn't be good for her if he was this happy about it. "Well then, I have some bad news for you Kelly. You don't have any choice in the matter but to hold on for at least another 11 hours. The key to the lock on your jeans is somewhere that neither of us can get to it for a while, so I couldn't let you pee even if I wanted to right now" "...What the fuck are you talking about Will?" Kelly asked, confused by Will's bold claims. She would be livid if Will had somehow lost the key. "You had better not have given the key to someone else if that's what you're implying" she added sternly. "I'll show you Kelly, be right back" Will answered with a grin as he went into the kitchen. Kelly was too distracted by her desperate urge to pee to wonder what Will was doing, until he came back carrying a large fancy looking bowl. "It'll take all evening for it to melt I'm afraid" Will said with a big grin as he gave Kelly a closer look. The large bowl was filled with solid ice, Will had clearly filled it with water and put in the freezer for a while. At the very bottom of the ice, impossible to get at without breaking the bowl (which looked quite expensive), was a very familiar looking key. "Oh My God! What the Hell Will!" Kelly gasped in astonishment and horror. Kelly nearly lost her heavy load of pent up piss right there from the shock of it. She had been worried 37 hours ago that Will would keep the key to her lock in his pocket and refuse to give it to her until she started to piss herself. But this was even worse. If she pissed herself she'd have to wear her humiliating piss soaked jeans until the ice melted enough for her to get the key! "I think I did a good job at mimicking the stakes you'd have if you were really in a re-match holding contest against Zora" Will said with pride, oblivious to Kelly's anger. "Your problem is that you give up too easily when it gets too uncomfortable and too inconvenient to keep holding it Kelly" Will explained. "As you've made clear in the last few minutes Kelly, when your need to pee gets as bad as it is now you'd be hurrying to the nearest toilet if you could. And if the ladies room were unavailable that wouldn't stop you either Kelly, not when you have to pee this bad already. You'd drop your jeans and pee somewhere outdoors. Well now you can't, now you have to wait for a while because you have no other choice". "Will! I am NOT ok with having to wear piss soaked jeans for half the night if I can't hold it anymore!" Kelly protested angrily. "I don't recall giving you permission to freeze my key in a bowl of ice either!". "Actually you did imply that" William countered. "You said, I quote 'you have my permission to be as hard on me and my iron bladder as possible, no matter what I tell you later'. Well now it's later Kelly". "But you could have accomplished the same thing by keeping the key in your damn pocket!" Kelly protested. "No I couldn't have!" Will argued. "If I didn't pull this stunt it would always be in the back of your mind that I could change my mind and let you pee at any moment, so you wouldn't try as hard. You'd expect me to let you use the toilet if you began to piss yourself. Whereas this way you know there's no point in not trying your hardest now". Kelly was silent, but continued to glare at him as she fidgeted around on the couch. "I know you're mad Kelly, but that stubborn prideful part of you knows I'm right". Kelly slapped herself in the face, she had known full well Will would do something like this when she gave him the key. But she did it anyway, because she knew her own holding sessions weren't good enough to help her one day defeat her arch-rival. Everything Will had just said was right, she had to grudgingly admit. Kelly knew full well she often gave up and peed whenever continuing to hold it got too uncomfortable for her like it was now. The stakes to her pride in her contest against Zora on the beach had been the only reason why she had held it until she pissed herself back then. If Zora had lost their contest, Kelly knew she would have squatted down and peed immediately on the beach , no matter who was watching her. Kelly took a few deep breaths to calm herself down. "Alright... alright Will... how long will it take for the ice to melt so we can get at the key?" she asked. "We'll be able to get at it by 6 AM tomorrow Kelly, I've experimented with how long it'll take this large bowl of ice to melt at room temperature before" Will answered. 6 AM tomorrow was exactly at the 48 hour mark since Kelly last had a pee. "Alright... then let's have a quiet evening together" Kelly said, as she accepted that she was going have to somehow hold it a while longer. Kelly thought that was the end of Will's surprises, until she caught an evil glint in Will's eye. "What else did you do Will?" she asked impatiently, knowing he was hiding something else from her. "Well, I lied earlier at the museum, we need to be going somewhere else soon" he said. "You see, I found out yesterday that Zora and Matt were in town on vacation this week to, so I invited them to go out to dinner with us while I was texting them earlier today". Kelly's first reaction was annoyance, but it quickly gave way to fear as she doubled over gripping her pussy in desperation. Now Kelly knew why Will wanted her to drink all those soda cans before they headed back. He had wanted her as desperate as possible when she sat across her arch-rival at the restaurant, to really put her composure to the test. "You bastard Will!" Kelly said grudgingly. "You made me drink all those cans of soda before we came back! You're trying your damnest to make sure I don't make it through dinner dry". Will shrugged his shoulders, with a look that said 'nothing you can do about it now'. A long moment of silence stretched between them as Kelly managed to straighten up and exert a bit more control over herself. "What if I refuse to go out to dinner" she asked Will in a rebellious tone. She didn't intend to run away from his challenge, but she didn't want to just meekly accept it either. "Well then, we'll have to inform your arch-rival exactly why you backed out of having dinner with her and her boyfriend" Will answered smoothly. "I know from Matt's texts that Zora hasn't peed all day either. I doubt Zora's been holding it as long as you have right now, but who knows? I didn't ask". "Well, it looks like we're going out to dinner then" Kelly answered calmly, pretending to cave to Will's threat to damage her pride. A few minutes later Kelly tried to walk normally to the car, without jamming a fist into her crotch. Kelly just hoped that her pride wouldn't be her downfall yet again while they were at dinner. Ten minutes ago she had been confident she could hold on for a few more hours, but who knew if Will had arranged other after dinner plans that might keep them out all night? === That's all for now. I'm still working on Part #2, but it'll take me some time to finish it.
  9. Imagine waking up in a world where toilets just don't exist. People still have to go, but toilets don't exist. When you need to wee, that's what you do. Where ever you are, whatever you're wearing. "Hey Gemma. Get up, lazy! You're gonna be late" "Huh?" I stammer, opening my eyes and looking around. Looking down I can see my grey Track pants and bare feet hanging over the end of the couch and my roommate at the far end of them, leaning over me and grinning. "You know you've got a bed for a reason, Gem" She says, smirking and gesturing lazily in the direction of my room. "You can't keep falling asleep on the sofa like that" She says, pushing my feet to the floor and nearly throwing me over with them. "It can't be good for your neck." "I didn't mean to..." I protest lazily, swinging my legs down and sitting up. "I was watching TV ... *Yawn* ... and I just kinda fell asleep." "Where've I heard that one before?" Sophie says, rubbing her chin and feigning thought. "Was it yesterday? Or maybe the day before that?" "Okay Sophe, it's been everyday this week-" "Month" "...month. Still, it means I don't have to make my bed in the morning." She looks at me with her hips cocked and smirks again. "Come on lazy. It's time for breakfast." I heave myself off the couch and follow Sophie into the kitchen. It's not much, just university accommodation, five rooms. Two bedrooms, a lounge, a kitchen, and a bathroom. The table's in the kitchen, a rickety wooden thing from a Swedish furniture shop that Sophie managed to put together over the space of a week. 'Because it's really complicated!' she says. How hard can putting bits of wood onto other bits of wood really be? I mean they gave her instructions and everything! Sophie leans over the stove as she gets breakfast ready. She's a fairly small girl, barely five foot in total, and quite slim built. Don't let that fool you though, she could eat for King and Country. She's got relatively long wavy hair, a shade somewhere between reddish and brunette, and it comes down her shoulder blades. As she fiddles with the frying pans and the stove, I can just about see them moving under her pale white tank-top, which hangs loosely over her frame, above her light-blue pyjama pants. Her PJs are kinda old - she's had them since well before I met her, but she insists that they're fine considering that no-one's really ever going to see them. When I tell her that I can see them she just kinda winks and smirks at me. I, in contrast, am a little taller than average, and a little heavier too, though I won't ever admit that out loud. Not massive, just a bit...chubby. Nothing a diet and couple months at the gym won't fix, but I don't see that happening any time soon. I'm far too busy for the gym - if I spend all my time down there, how am I going to fit in all my sleeping? Anyway, the last time I went to the gym I slipped on the treadmill and got slung across to the dumbbells. On my face. That video did a few rounds on campus. I only wear these track pants because they're really very comfy, and that's all that matters when there's a back-to-back marathon on TV. Red Dwarf or Black Adder on a good day, Homes under the hammer or Home accounting made easy on a not so good day. Or a day where I'm too lazy to reach for the remote. That coffee table is quite a stretch if I'm already lying down after all. I've gone on a tangent - more about me - I've got messy brown hair, kept loosely out of my face with a clip, and only kept pointed downwards thanks to gravity. I can't remember the last time I used my hair-brush. Sophie turns around with the first frying pan and drops a couple slice of bacon onto my plate, then a couple onto hers. Then a couple more. Then another. She smiles and turns back to the stove with her now empty pan. "It's not fair" I say to Sophie. "How can you eat so much and have a figure like that?". It only makes it worse that she's dancing along slightly to the radio as she cooks, swaying her hips. Slim, carefully rounded. You'd think she was athletic if walking up two flights of stairs didn't wind her. "Just great genes!" she says, kicking her hips to one side. "Not just jeans" I say. "You'd look great in anything!" I watch her backside swing side to side, the cheeks forms visible as the PJ fabric sits over them. The handful of tears that bare tiny glimpses of skin. The large dark spot emanating from between her thighs as she - What. As Sophie stands there cooking, smiling and dancing, her bladder starts emptying. Without any warning, or any indication that she even needed to go, Sophie quite happily wets herself. A dark stain casts it's way over the curve of her cheeks, slightly upwards and around, while that same stain quickly descends straight down between her thighs. Within a second, the sound of splattering joins the spitting and sizzling of the frying pans on the grill, as pee hits the floor between Sophie's legs. Sophie meanwhile starts humming as she prods into the pan with a wooden spoon. Dark specks appear on Sophie's calves as pee runs through the fabric of her PJs rather than straight down, catching her calves on the way to the floor. a few more seconds and her calves are soaked. At the same time, the wet stain from her backside has spread as far down at her knees, spreading to the side as the flow with the curves of her body. Our dull kitchen light flickers and Sophie's soaked legs glisten as the light changes. I can only sit and stare, mouth agape, from my wooden chair. Her PJs barely soak any of it up they're so thin, so pee continues to run down, through and over them, creating a thin layer of pee that soaks over the fabric. Meanwhile, streaks flow down and cares every curve of her skin, surrounding her ankles, running over the top of her foot, and spilling between her toes, joining into the now-quite-large puddle beneath her. The laminated wooden floor of course doesn't soak anything in, and none of the puddle runs anywhere, and so the puddle just grows as Sophie quite happily adds to it. She steps to one side to put one empty frying pan into the sink at the far end of the kitchen, her wet foot slapping on the wood, her wet PJs flicking a few drips in the same direction. When she steps back there's half a wet foot-print showing where she'd been. She turns around with another frying pan, smiling. She doesn't so far as acknowledge the thin yellow stream from between her legs as she prongs a sausage and puts it onto my plate. I look up at her with one eyebrow raised as she stabs another and puts it down. She sees the way I'm staring at her and frowns. "What's up?" She says, Putting sausage after sausage onto her own plate, and letting her stream finish into her PJs. Once she's got a small pile, she turns around again to the grill, splishing with every step. She turns around with the third pan, and spoons out a fried egg and a fried tomato onto my plate. She leans back and empties the rest of the pan onto her plate. She turns around again, ass glistening in the light, and drops the pan into the sink. She comes back, pulls out a chair and flicks a few drips of her legs before taking a seat, squishing as her backside hits the wood. I hear her squish her legs dry under the table as she starts cutting her way into a sausage. As she puts her first mouthful in, she looks back to me, waiting for the answer. I'm too struck to really think of what to say. "Hello, earth to Gemsie?" Sophie says, leaning to one side and squeezing more drips out her PJs and onto the floor. "Something up? You look like you've seen a ghost." She says, popping more sausage into her mouth. "Sophie...what the fuck?" "Huh? Oh, right, I forgot the hash browns!" She says, smacking herself in the face. "I knew I was forgetting something" She says, smirking like I'm playing. Then she looks at my confused expression and mirrors one back at me. "You aren't this mad about hash browns?" "No, not the hash br- Sophie, you just pissed yourself." Sophie looks down to her legs, then at the puddle. Then at me, still as confused. "Yeah?" I put my hands out, hoping for an explanation. "I had to pee" Sophie says to me, as if it's a decent explanation. "What else do you want me to do?" "Use the toilet like a civilised human being?" "What-let?" "What?" "What the hell's a toi...thing you just said?" "Toilet?" "Yeah that, what is that?" "It's where you go to pee" I say to her, now a bit concerned. "My PJs?" "Do you usually pee in them?" "If I'm wearing them" "What?" "If I'm not then no" "Where do you usually....hang on. You're having me on, aren't you?" I say to her. "This is some kind of prank" Sophie looks at me like I'm being weird. I look at the calander. April 1. "Ha! I knew it! It's April fools day! You're having me on!" "Oh shit, it is! Dammit, I had something pretty great lined up too!" "That wasn't trying to convince me you've never heard of a toilet?" "What are you...No, I was going to cold spaghetti in your slippers. Where are your slippers anyway?" "I stopped wearing them. After you put spaghetti in them last year" Sophie chuckles so hard she nearly chokes on her bacon. "Oh yeah! I remember that!". Once we've finished eating, we both leave the table, with me carefully avoiding Sophie's puddle and Sophie splashing through it like it's not even there as we put our dishes in the sink for later. We both leave the kitchen and Sophie heads to her room while I head to the bathroom. I open the door, step inside, and - And there's no toilet. Sink, shower, bath, little metal bin with a foot-lever. No toilet. I lean out the door to see Sophie getting changed in the lounge, sliding her soaked Pyjamas to the floor, baring her still glistening legs. "Hey Sophe, where's the loo?" "The what?" "The loo- the toilet" "Stop making stuff up, I already know this is some April fools joke" she says to me. This has to be some kind of elaborate prank, I just know it. There's no way that toilets don't exist! I've spent the past eighteen years of my life using them daily! Well, except for that one time I was fifteen and the bar staff didn't ask for ID. I must have used my jeans at least three times. They were black so no-one noticed until I let out a sigh on use number 3. I think we were all barred from that place on the spot. I guess I should of waited until I wasn't buying drinks at the time. Still, you live and you learn. "Hey, you finished in there yet?" Sophie asks, poking her head through the door. She's gotten changed now into a grey pinafore dress, white blouse, and grey tights. "I want to clean my teeth before we leave for college." "Huh? Oh, give me a sec". She sighs and leaves again as she realises I haven't so much as turned on a tap yet. I turn the tap on and start getting ready. The two of us leave the flat and head to the bus stop. I haven't pee'd yet, but right now I don't really need to go - and I refuse to believe toilets aren't real! As we stand at the bus stop, another woman joins us. She takes her seat on the far end and opens her newspaper. We don't pay her much mind and carry on talking, until a splashing sound distracts me. This woman, sat at the bus stop, just proceeds to wet herself. I stare, confused, and Sophie nudges me. "Hey, what is with you today?" "She's" - I cut my voice down to a whisper. "She's just wet herself too!" "And?" "Have I gone mad? Am I the only one who thinks this is weird?" "I guess so!" Sophie says, grinning and leaning back on the bus stop. I glance back to the woman, who seems more interested in the story about the president on the front page than the massive wet stain going down her jeans and into her trainers. She moves her foot a couple times, sending ripples across the still warm puddle as it streams into the road side. "Here" Sophie says. "Ask her if she's ever heard of a toil't or whatever it was." "Okay" I say. "I will." I turn to the woman. She looks about mid-twenties. Short brown hair, jeans and sneakers, blue hoodie. She flicks one leg to the side. It suddenly dawns on me that it's quite rude to ask someone who's just had an accident if they know what a toilet is. I turn back to Sophie. "No." "What?" Sophie asks. "Fine, I'll ask." "No don-" "Excuse me miss" Sophie says. The woman looks up and smiles, pee still dripping onto the floor from her seat. "My friend here would like to know if you've ever heard of a toil...tai - what was it Gemma?" I'm blushing bright red at how rude this is. "T-toilet" I correct her. "A toilet" Sophie says. "Toilet?" The woman repeats, as she finishes using hers. Is that some kind of foreign food? Sophie turns to me. "Now will you stop with this toilet nonsense?" The bus arrives and we step on. I refuse to sit down, which further confuses Sophie, who decides she'll stand with me. My reasoning is that all the seat are wet. Sophie reasons that I've gone mad. I pick my bag up off the floor as a man stood near me empties his bladder into his gym kit. I don't want my papers getting soaked in that. Sophie agrees with me for once, so maybe I'm not totally mad. The bus journey's quite long, so I get ample time for my bladder to start filling up. By the time we get off I'm starting to show signs of needing to go. Signs like leaning side to side, pressing my hand between my legs, and - by the last stop - moaning. I get one really weird look from this 30 something looking woman and her daughter, wearing matching wet skirts. Well, only one skirt was wet when they got on the bus. Arriving in college and everything is still just as strange. Friends stood in groups, some legs dry, some wet, some with streams splattering down to the ground between their feet. Teachers and staff walking around, some stopping to talk, some working, some making puddles. I can only think about how sorry I feel for the cleaner. "We've got history first, right?" Sophie says, startling me a little. "I think so". I say to her, pulling my phone out my bag. "Yeah, history, with that new teacher, Miss Lynn" "We have Miss Lynn?" Sophie asks. "She's a qualified teacher now?" "Yeah, she was doing her experience year last year, now she's a real teacher." "Huh" Sophie says. "She can't be over 25 right?" "I don't think so" I say, shuffling my legs. "She certainly doesn't look it" "Oh yeah, she look really good for her age" A new voice butts in. We both turn around to see Anna walk up and join us. "What I wouldn't give for a body like hers!" Anna's in our history class. She's taller than the two of us, but quite thin. She's got long straight blonde hair, tied back in a pony tail. She's wearing a white blouse with one of those ruffled fronts, and a grey skirt beneath, and a pair of grey tights. "Why do you want a body like Miss Lynn's?" Sophie asks. "You've got a pretty great body yourself!" "Well, I don't want to be in her body" Anna says. "I want to be with it - she's a total cutie!" "So you do kinda want to be in it" I say to her. Anna smirks. "How are you two anyway?" Anna asks. "Good weekend?" "Yeah, it was alright" I answer first. Sophie looks at me. "Gemma's in bit of a strange mood, she's spent all morning talking about something called a 'toilet'" "A what?" Anna asks, looking at me. I roll my eyes. "A toilet, somewhere you go to pee" "What, like here?" Anna says. "There's a name for places you've peed?" "No, it's a specific place you go to pee" Sophie tells her. "Gemma's just making it up, some kind of April fools joke. I fold my arms and look at them both disbelievingly. "Why would I make that up? It's common sense." Anna giggles. "Why would you come up with something so strange? What's the point?" "So you don't get pee all over you all the time!" I almost shout. "You're dry right now, right? You must have used a toilet!" Anna looks down at her skirt. "No, I haven't 'used a toilet'. I just haven't been yet" "Why not go now and get it out the way?" Sophie says to her. "Maybe you can get Gemma to go too, she's been holding it in all morning." "Oh you shouldn't hold it in, Gems" Anna says to me. "That's not good for your health". "Plus it makes you look like one of those weird people who get a kick from holding it in all day" Sophie says. She pauses for a moment. Then she smirks. "You don't, do you?" Sophie asks, grinning. "Oh my god you do!" Anna laughs. "No wonder she's made up this weird toilet thing! She's getting off to this!" I blush a bright red. "You two shut up! I don't get turned on by this!" "Look at her!" Anna giggles. "She's holding herself and everything! Legs wrapped around each other - you're absolutely into this!" "S-shut up! I am not!" I've only now realised quite how badly I need to go. I've been too busy talking and being confused to even notice that I'm wrapped around myself trying not to pee. I bend over a little and press both hands between my legs to hold everything back in. "Look at the way she's trying so hard!" Sophie giggles. "I don't get it!" "It's not some kink! I'm not going to piss myself!" "You really are weird!" Anna says. As she starts to say this, she decides to empty her own bladder. Anna and Sophie continue talking, while I sort of listen and hold myself quite desperately, which isn't easy now that Anna's decided she's just going to pee in her skirt. At first, a few black streaks make their way down her thighs, creeping down and spreading past her knees. As the stream gains momentum, it begins pouring out her tights and splattering to the floor. Her and Sophie don't pay the slightest attention to the warm spreading stain around Anna's legs, staining her grey tights a glistening black. What the tights can't absorb just runs over them, dripping and pouring onto the carpeted floor of the college, splattering and soaking in, not so much leaving a puddle as a huge dark stain beneath her. Pee pours down her legs, with some of it catching her tight skirt. A black shape begins to form between her thighs as her skirt begins to soak up what it can. I stare unknowingly as drip after drip cascades between her thighs, barely slowed by the fabric of her tights. Anna shifts her weight from one foot to the other, knocking into a stream, which sends a large volume of quite strong yellow pee plummeting onto the floor. Anna then adjusts herself to stand with her legs apart, letting the golden stream cascade uninterrupted to the ground beneath her feet. Anna and Sophie don't even stop talking while Anna has just completely soaked herself. "Wow, Anna" Sophie says after the last few drips hit the ground. "You need to drink more" "What?" I cut in. "She needs to drink more? She's just pissed herself!" "Yeah I know" Sophie adds, with a look that suggests I'm the weird one here. "But did you see the colour? That was practically orange!" "What colour should it be?" Anna asks. "Kind of a clear colour" "Like Gemma's?" "You're finally going Gemma?" I look down and I see a drip or two escape. I must have been so entranced watching Anna wetting herself that I lost a little control! I feel the warm, damp heat spread down my thighs an inch or so. I blush hard as I hear it splatter into the carpet. I wince and manage to hold the rest back in. I don't have long left now until I can't hold it back and lose it all "Oh just let it go, Gemmy." Sophie says. "What're you trying to prove?" "I-I'm not just going to piss myself like a kid!" I whimper, trying not to do exactly that. "I-I can hold it!" "Why?" Anna asks, squishing her legs together. Hearing that is almost too much, and a small squirt is lost into my underwear. "If you want to hold it like some weirdo you go ahead, Gems" Sophie says, smirking. "Anyway, we need to get to class" We walk to class as a group. Well, I hobble more than walk, but with a bladder this full I think that's excusable. Sitting down in my chair seems to make the whole ordeal that bit more bearable. For the first ten minutes nothing strange goes on - Miss Lynn tells us what to do, and we do it. Today we're looking into causes for the Cuban missile Crisis, but the only crisis I can think of is the one inside me, begging for release. "Is everything alright, Gemma?" I look up to see Miss Lynn looking down at me. I've got one hand between my legs, and the other hand tapping a pen against my text book. "Uhh, I gotta - Nothing, it's nothing." "Gemma" She says, smiling. "It's my job to help you here, there's no need to be embarrassed to ask for help." "H-honestly I'm fine" "Let's see" She says, leaning in to read my work. "Ah, you're looking at Kennedy's reaction, right? With the blockade?" "Y-yeah" She turns around to the front of the table again. I look up at her again. She's not too much older than any of us, but arguably quite a lot more attractive. She's got olive skin and slightly curled dark hair. She's wearing a pair of tight fitting green shorts and a white tank top. Her face is quite soft and pretty, with freckels from cheek to cheek. She smiles at me behind her glasses and I look back down to the book. She starts explaining to me how Kennedy's blockade was the peaceful approach, about how the Soviet ships turned back, and how it could have avoided war, but the only thing I'm trying to avoid is an accident. Miss Lynn isn't though, while she's explaining all this to me, she has one of her own. She doesn't even hesitate or falter - she just carries on teaching me. I sit there, in my chair, staring at the green shorts of my teacher as there's a sudden dark burst and her crotch is immediately soaked by a surge of warm pee, accompanied by a muffled hiss. It pours down and out the legs of her shorts, splattering to the ground. A singular, powerful stream erupts from directly between her legs, pounding into the ground between her feet, flickering droplets upwards as they splash against the floor. Some of them splash against my legs, causing me to squirt out another dribble or two, which crash to the ground - not that you can really tell over the thunderous splashing of Miss Lynn's stream as she quite happily goes into her shorts. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other in front of me, interrupting the stream and sending it coursing down her right leg. At least now the splashing's stopped, as the pee is clinging to her skin, wrapping it's way over her leg before finding it's way into her shoe. She's wearing a pair of green canvas shoes, and the green canvas doesn't hesitate to begin soaking it all in. Within second one of her shoes is several shades darker than the other, and the white laces are slightly yellowed as warm pee continues to flood over them. She doesn't seem to care as she tries to point at parts of my text book to prove points about how Kennedy made the best decision. The only decision I can think of right now is whether or not to accept that toilets really don't exist anymore, and watching my teacher quite casually urinating in front of me like this is really making me question if they toilets ever really did exist. "Gemma?" Miss Lynn asks, pee still falling out her shorts. "Is something wrong?" "I - I think so, M-miss Lynn..." "What's wrong?" "I...N-nothing..." "Something's wrong, what is it?" Miss Lynn asks. She spreads her legs side to side to lean down, and once again her pee falls straight onto the floor. "N-nothing!" I insist, biting onto my fist. "N-nothing!" "Hold on, let me finish this" She says, standing up again. She stands still in front of me, continuing to pee. It takes me a moment to realise she means she wants to finish peeing, by which point the last few drops are falling from her shorts. "Right" She says. "Come with me" "W-what?" She doesn't say anything, she gestures with her head. I haven't really got a choice, I stand up, squirting out a little more as I do. I'm so concentrated on not peeing now that I don't notices Miss Lynn's quite large puddle until I hear my foot splash into it. I wince again, then carry on out the room. "So, Gemma" Miss Lynn says, leaning against the wall and leaving a wet mark. "Something's on your mind." "I....I need to pee..." I admit, blushing. She looks at me like I'm saying something that doesn't make sense. "What's stopping you?" She says after a brief hesitation. "I...N-nothing" "You saw what I did when I had to pee, right? Just do that" "I....fine." I give up. This world doesn't make sense. No toilets, just pee where-ever. I give up. I submit. I let go. The entire world seems to shudder and freeze as I relax my bladder. I let out a massive sigh as relief hits me like a truck. My body, as if it had been ready for this, immediately complies, and within seconds I'm peeing at full force into my tights, which soak up what they can, leaving a huge, warm dark patch. The patch spreads down my legs, bringing all the heat with it. Pee begins to splash down my legs, splashing and pattering onto the carpet, creating a very satisfying puddle around me as it all pours out. I gasp for air and lean back against the wall, letting it all pour out of me. I feel the heat spread over my legs, down and around my thighs and ass, as pee begins to soak it's way over me. I can feel myself grinning inanely at the sweet relief takes over my entire body. My bladder is pushing as hard as it can, creating a sharp hiss inside my skirt as I do my best to force out the contents of my bladder. I shudder as the relief continues to grow, and I can feel the warmth spreading up and around my back. The world almost begins to fade away, until it's just me and my emptying bladder, and all the pee pouring out of me, soaking through my clothes, running down and over my skin, pooling below my feet. I let my body slide down the wall, sitting now in my fresh, warm, and ever-growing puddle. I land with a splash on the surprisingly soft floor. Pee continues to pour out of me, running over my skin and up my back now until I can feel it at my shoulder blades. I grin and stretch and open my eyes, expecting to see Miss Lynn. I don't see Miss Lynn though. I open my eyes slowly, and I'm not in the corridor at college. I look around. I'm in the lounge of my flat. I shut my eyes and grin. "Hey Gemma. Get up, lazy! You're gonna be late" "Huh?" I stammer, opening my eyes and looking around. Looking down I can see my grey Track pants and bare feet hanging over the end of the couch and my roommate at the far end of them, leaning over me and grinning. "Gemma! Oh for - I keep telling you not to sleep there!" "What?" It takes me a moment to realise what's happening. I look down further. Between my legs is a very dark patch in my track pants. My legs, my back and my ass are very warm, and very wet. "I-it was all a dream..." I mumble, looking down as I continue peeing in my track-pants. "Would you stop peeing now! I have to clean this couch! Geez, get up and go use the toilet, would you!" "Hold on, let me finish here..."
  10. Omo Rocket's art thread

    I've been posting a bit of omo art lately, and decided i'd start my own thread. To begin, here's a little comic i made about a desperate security guard.
  11. 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.
  12. Sooooo, I’ve been seeing ads for this app all over tumblr, and I just recently found a screenshot of a supposed “pee desperation” scenario, but I was never able to find the actual post from the “Episode” user. Until now. I took a screenshot of the ad, and reblogged it on my page. So here’s my question: is this an actual story on “Episode,” or is this just click bait? Any feedback would be great! P.S.: If this is not in the right section, please let me know!
  13. So I have never really tried to write a fetish based story before. I have always been content to be a leech, enjoying the work of others. However, that is going to change, I have recently been inspired to actually write something down of my own creation. I might be a little dark, and it has a fair degree of medical bondage thrown into the mixture, but I hope that it is good enough for this forum. Warning strong language present. Without further ado: Baby Katerina’s New Life The now familiar “hiss, tick” of my ventilator is the first sound that greets my ears every morning after awakening from my drug induced sleep. I don’t really know how long I have been out for this time, in this place time has no meaning to me. I have taken to talking to myself inside my head and narrating my day to keep from going mad. More to the point, the now familiar “hiss, tick” of my ventilator is the first sound that greets my ears every morning after awakening from my drug induced sleep. I am trapped in this bed, unable to move, thanks to my captors having placed me in an incredibly restrictive cast. I am totally immobile; my world view is limited to what portions of the ceiling and what portions of the floor I can see. and I can only see one or the other. It all depends on whether I am face up or face down. There are 24 tiles above me, 17 below; I have counted them all many times. Sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve this, being trapped here in this room, restrained, ventilated, and controlled. Other times I try to accept my new reality. Sometimes I cry. Not as often as I did in the beginning, but still sometimes I cry. I don’t know how long I have been like this; the days are of indeterminate length. I have seen only one person since I became this way, she tends to me. She checks my trach for signs of infection; she positions the turning frame to keep me from getting bedsores. My cath bags are drained, and my feeding tube is opened or closed. That is the extent of my human interaction. She never says a word, never even really looks at me, she does her tasks and she retreats back to the world of the living. I can feel myself getting sleepy again, I guess it is time to go to sleep again. “Hiss, tick” When I dream, and I dream often here. I remember my life before; I had just finished my Masters of Science degree, with a focus on organic chemistry. I remember walking, seeing the sun, breathing the fresh air (well as fresh as it can be in the city). I had a wonderful girlfriend, Elizabeth, Liz to me, who was happy just to be with me, that is all gone now. This morning was different; when I awoke I saw a face! A familiar face! I saw my Liz! There was a look of satisfaction on her face that was unusual. She spoke. “Is the period of adjustment almost over?” Another voice responded, “Yes, she is ready to go when you are.” And, just like that my life changed. I had so many questions to ask Liz. What had happened to me being chief amongst them. All of a sudden there was a flurry of activity in my room. People came from everywhere it seemed. I heard the buzzing of a saw and I felt a stab of fear. But Liz came into my field of view and stroked my cheek she told me, “Don’t worry this is all part of the process” And the cutting began, slowly I was being cut out of my shell. They did my legs first, then my torso, then my arms, and finally my head. I felt strangely limp without my fibreglass shell, my head didn’t want to stay up on its own. I felt like a pool of jelly. Liz held my head in her hand and said, “Don’t worry Baby, we are going to get you all sorted out. Right now how about a bath? You kinda smell.” Did I? Did I smell? I suppose I must have having been in the cast for so long. I felt a warm sensation on my feet, I tried to look, but I was so weak, I couldn’t raise my head. I was getting a sponge bath I surmised. All too soon it was over, but I felt refreshed, I felt better. It is amazing how much you appreciate the feeling of freshness. Liz took my hand and gave it a little squeeze. I saw her hand reach forward, she grabbed my chin, and moved my head so I could look into her eyes. I saw a look of hunger there I had never seen, a sort of predatory satisfaction. But as soon as I saw it, it was gone; replaced by a look of tender care so quickly I am unsure if it was there at all. My head dropped back down to my chest, I started to drool. I heard her leave, had I been breathing on my own I am sure I would have been hyperventilating, was I going to be left alone again? Time passed. “Hiss, tick”. I hear footsteps approach my bed. It Liz, she was back! I heard another set of footsteps, and an unfamiliar female voice. “Well, Ms. Mason she will be ready for transport within the hour, all you have to do is sign the release papers and she is all yours.” What? Release papers? What on earth were they talking about? Liz answered, “Thank-you Doctor, you and your staff have been most accommodating these last years. The final payment will be transferred as discussed.” Payment? Accommodating? Then it hit me like a ton of bricks, last years? YEARS!? I have been trapped here for years? No wonder I was so weak. I tried to speak, nothing, not even a whisper of a squeak came from my mouth. Now I was really scared. For the first time in a long time, I asked myself what had happened to me? Liz approached my bed again. “Now Kat, I am sure you have questions, and I will answer them as best I can as soon as I can. But for now, let’s have you just blink, twice for yes and thrice for no, okay? Go on show me you understand.” “Hiss, tick” I blinked twice “Of course I understand”. “Good girl! Are you ready to get out of here?” “Hiss, tick” I blinked twice “Duh!”. “Okay let’s get you all suited up” What did she mean by that I wonder? I was about to find out. The nurse came in and spoke to Liz. “Well we have the chair, and the brace as you requested, the only question is, are you going to leave her cathed? She will be totally incontinent as per your request, cathing is so much easier, and allows for more dignity in her case.” “Excellent, I am excited to see her in her new chair and suit, as for the caths remove them. I have arranged for another method of controlling her eliminations.” The nurse responded, “Very well Ms. Mason” and proceeded to walk towards my bed. The nurse didn’t even acknowledge me and she reached between my legs, I was used to it. What I wasn’t used to was the feeling of deflation that occurred within me. I felt a tube slither its way out of my vagina, and another, a much bigger one out of my rear. The nurse deposited the caths in a tray and was out of the room as quickly as she came. I was alone with Liz again. She approached me. “Kat I am going to attach your legs to a pulley here so we can keep getting you ready to leave okay? I’ll answer all of your questions in due time.” “Hiss, tick” I blinked twice, what was I going to day put up a fight? I was as limp as a cooked noodle, the only course of action was to agree. I felt my legs get spread apart, and then they were hoisted up into the air. They were so small! I guess years of immobility had taken their toll on my once lithe form. My feet looked weird were they always that twisted? I hadn’t seen them for so long. I guess I got so used to seeing only the ceiling and floor. This was all a little much for me. I felt a cool sensation on my vagina, and I smelled Baby powder. Was I being put into diapers? The answer was yes. “Okay Kat, so you heard the nurse, you are going to be totally incontinent for a while and since I am going to be your primary caregiver, I have decided to go the diaper method, I feel like this will allow us to get re-acquainted after such a long time. Don’t you? Now your diapers are rather special, they are designed to be hyper-absorbent, so even when you are messy, you don’t have to worry about them, that is my job now understand? I am going to take care of you.” “Hiss, tick” I blinked twice. “Thank-you so much Liz” “Good girl! I am glad you are being so good about this whole thing” “Hiss, tick” I blinked twice. “You are taking me out of here, nothing to be good about.” I heard the sound of something heavy rolling towards my bed, I yearned to look, but all I succeeded in doing was drooling onto my chest. Liz noticed that immediately. “Oh Kat, let’s get that dried up, we don’t want you to get any kind of rash right?” “Hiss, tick” I blinked twice. “Well that was gross” She mopped up my drool, and repositioned my bed a little lower so my head wasn’t resting on my chest, but rather on my pillow, that was better. I heard another voice, a male one this time. “Alrighty Ms. Mason, here is the brace as ordered, I can now see why it needs to be so restrictive, this poor girl doesn’t have much mobility in her at all eh?” Liz replied, “Yes Dave, as you can see she is quite limp, but that is how it goes with the nature of her injury.” Injury? What? Last time I checked I was fine, I just woke up here one day and here I have stayed. Did something happen to me? Did I get hurt? More questions. I felt a hand on my back sitting me up, and laying me back down against something cold, it soon warmed up. Next I saw what I take to be the upper portion of my brace get lowered onto my torso. It might was well have been a suit of armour, there was almost no skin showing. Next I heard Liz say, “Open your mouth.” I tried, in the end she had to help me with that. I felt something metallic on my teeth, and protrude from my lips. Then I heard, “We are going to have to detach her ventilator to proceed. On three, one, two, three.” There was a hiss, and a feeling of breathlessness, I was free of the vent, I tried to take my first free breath. Nothing. I was suffocating! Panic swirled in my head. Then there was a tremendous pressure and I felt my neck get moved. Another hiss, I could breathe again! I guess after years I was ventilator dependant. That was a scary thought. My head was now being held quite stiffly by my brace. I tried to move my head, which was a waste of effort. If I couldn’t move my head before the brace from lack of muscle control, what made me think I could with a brace? I saw a large bib get placed over my head. A small trickle of drool escaped past whatever was protruding out of my mouth, it landed on my bib. Liz chuckled when she saw this. “Something else we are both going to have to get used to” I felt warmth between my legs and my diaper swelled, I guess I was peeing. That was a strange sensation, after being so far removed from my bodily functions to feel it trickle around me was quite novel. Liz noticed my distraction. “Something the matter Kat? Does something hurt?” “Hiss, tick” I blinked three times for no “No, just relishing my pee” “Oh well, okay then” She answered, totally unaware of my new experiences. Dave started to talk again, “Ms. Mason we are ready to proceed with the final tightening, if you could just stand over here, thank-you” I felt the brace compress and I was once again rigidly locked within a shell, metal in place of fibreglass. “Ms. Mason if you could direct your attention to these latches at her sides here, and behind her ears here? These must be opened to allow for baths and changes. As arranged the brace is a permanent attachment and cannot be removed totally, but these had to be put in place.” “Thank-you Dave, you may leave us now” “Very good Ms. Mason” Did he say that this brace was permanent? Another question to add to the list. I heard Dave turn and walk out, I strained my eyes to get a glimpse of him, but all I succeeded in doing is looking at his back as he left. I heard another sound, this time of soft wheels. I saw a monstrosity of a wheel chair enter my limited field of view. Was this for me? It must be. Liz spoke, “Ahhh excellent, Kat this is your new chair. It comes complete with everything. Portable ventilator, attendant control, arm and foot rests. This is the top of the line model for you my dearest one. Do you like it?” I didn’t know how to respond, she came into my field of view. “Well?” I was unsure how to proceed “You know Kat when someone asks you a question it is polite to respond, I could leave you here for a couple more months, maybe you will appreciate all I have arranged for you then.” Her voice had an edge to it that I had never heard before. This was new, when we were together before she would never have made such an obvious threat, “Hiss, tick” I quickly blinked twice for yes. “Like hell you are, don’t even joke about that Liz”. Her voice resumed its normal timbre “I am glad you like it; let’s get you inside shall we?” I felt a sensation of weightlessness; I was being lifted off of my bed for the first time I assumed in years. There was no dignity though, I felt like a sack of grain being transported. I was unhooked from the sling. I felt the soft padding of the chair against my legs. The tremendous bulk of my diaper kept my legs apart, even had I been able to move them, I doubt that I could have brought them together. She came into my field of view once again, she was holding something they looked like large plastic hands. “These are for you Kat, they will keep your hands from curling up. After being casted for so long your tendons have shortened, these will help. I have some for your feet as well.” She undid the Velcro and placed them on my hands and feet, it was really uncomfortable having her unfold my fists, but when it was over it felt better, more natural. “Ready to go home baby?” Liz asked. “Hiss, tick, Hiss, tick” I blinked twice, had I blinked three times I am sure we would have gone anyway, she controlled the wheelchair, I was just along for the ride. A blanket was placed over me. “To protect your dignity dear, we don’t need the whole world seeing your diaper. Which is wet, was that what had you all distracted earlier?” “Hiss tick” I blinked twice, she wasn’t looking at me or at least I couldn’t see her looking at me. I guess it was a rhetorical question. “But yes that was what had me distracted Liz” We were off, it was strange to leave the room I had occupied for so long, and it was nice to get a change of scenery. Down the corridors we went and into an elevator. It was a short ride down to the garage. We left the elevator and came upon a large van, you know like the kind for moving cargo. Liz positioned me at the rear of the vehicle. She went around the side of the vehicle and the back opened, a lift emerged. She wheeled me onto the ramp and into the van. She secured the chair and got into the driver’s seat. “Oops almost forgot” she said “We can’t ruin the surprise can we?” A blindfold was placed over my eyes. Dammit! I was really looking forward to seeing outside. I tried to make my displeasure known, but nothing not even a sound. I heard the van start up and move. I don’t know how long we drove for. I wet again, the diaper swelled. Liz was silent, and I did what I do best, I zoned out by listening to my ventilator. “Hiss, tick”. “We’re home baby!” That phrase brought me back to reality, where is home for me now? The blindfold was removed and I was eager to see where we were. It was a garage, yippee. Liz got out of the vehicle and removed me. We went through a large door, large enough to easily accommodate my chair. My chair? No, the chair. Also it was not my vent it was the vent. Just as they weren’t my diapers they were the diapers I couldn’t get into the habit of calling them mine; I would not need them forever. Recovery was just around the bend. Liz started to talk to me. “Okay Kat, I am going to give you the grand tour and then I will answer your questions okay?” It wasn’t really a request, more like a statement of fact, I just blinked twice. “Hiss, tick” “Goody!” I heard her clap her hands. “So where to start? This house has been totally adapted to your needs so there is no place you can’t go. Although it’s not like you will be going anywhere around here without me steering you there. This is the main room, where we will be spending the majority of our time together.” She wheeled me around “Next is the bathroom, pretty standard, except for the shower, that is specially designed with your needs in mind. Here is our room, as you can see it adjoins the bathroom.” I got a good look at the bedroom, looked pretty comfy, and then I saw it, another hospital bed. I sighed to myself. Liz continued, heedless to my disappointment. “This is the kitchen, where I will be preparing our food. And finally here is the storage space, plenty of room for whatever.” I noticed that there were bags upon bags of diapers, tubes, I.V. stands, another ventilator everything that was needed for my care it seemed. “Okay Kat, question time. I am sure you are anxious to know what happened to you?” “Hiss, tick, hiss, tick, hiss, tick, hiss, tick” I blinked so many times I thought I would never stop. “Well here is the short version, as you well know I have a nurturing streak in my nature. We explored that a bit during our play, you being my Baby me being your Mommy. I decided to take it a little further than I am sure you would have been comfortable with. You know my family has money right? Well there was a break-in gone bad and they were all gunned down. I was in Europe with you when that happened, let me tell you I was devastated” She winked at me. “That left me the sole heir to the money.” I remembered that, she was a wreck, she barely ate, barely did anything in her grief. Was it all an act? My eyes got wide as the Machiavellian nature of her personality descended onto me. “After the funerals, I told you -if you remember- ‘We need to take a break, I need some time to myself’. You being the good girl you are obliged me. With that, I was off, I sold many of the assets my family controlled and invested in a private clinic in a country where government oversight can be taken care of with a bribe. I got it all set up, everything I would need to make our little ABDL play a more permanent thing. I hired a man to drug and kidnap you, and take you to my clinic. That is that, you remained there being tended to like a plant. That was 2015, it is 2019 now Kat. It has been four years, nobody is mourning you now. Of course I put on a big show, pledging reward money for information on your fate or whereabouts. Your parents were so grateful; they took me into their home, made me feel like family. They are dead by the way. Cancer. I love cesium. With that my plan came to fruition, it has been quite an exercise in patience. That is some of ‘the what has been done, and the all of the why I did it’. Now time for the rest of the ‘what I have done’.” I was openly crying, had I been able to move I am sure I would have been sobbing, my chest heaving with emotion. As it stood tears streamed down my cheeks, the ventilator kept up its steady “hiss, tick”. “Oh, baby don’t cry for them, they have been gone from this earth for years now. Fresh as the pain is to you, it will pass.” I looked at her as best I could, with what I hoped was hatred. She noticed. “Hey! Now none of that Miss oh-so-young-and needy. I can make your life very uncomfortable should I choose. You are comfortable only by my say so, got it?” That tone made my blood run cold, I was dependent upon her for everything, and as much as I hated her I needed her. She continued. “After your abduction you were kept sedated and vented for two years, which allowed your diaphragm to atrophy rendering you permanently dependent upon your ventilator. I decided upon the trach mounted ventilator, which gave me so much more leeway for your brace. You vocal chords had to go of course, can’t have you making a fuss every time you need a change. It is up to me where and when or even if you receive one. I had your Achilles tendons removed, after all they aren’t going to be much use to you now. Despite what the nurse mentioned earlier, you will forever be totally incontinent, I had your urinary and rectal sphincters removed. That is all. If you think about it, and believe you me I am sure you will, it could have been so much worse.” I was crying openly again, why me, why me, why me? She moved into my range of vision. “Would you like to see yourself, your new you?” I didn’t respond I was too emotional. I felt a hand on my head. Had I been able to I would have flinched away, as it stood I remained motionless. “Not going to answer? Well as you know silence denotes tacit consent, so without further ado.” She wheeled me to a gigantic mirror in the bedroom, and removed the blanket. The sight that greeted my eyes when I dared to open them shocked me. I looked like a freak. The first thing I noticed was the trach, but then I saw the brace. No wonder I couldn’t move! It extended up the back of my neck to the top of my ears. Then there was the mouthpiece, which was the source of my drooling problem. They might as well have given me a metal jaw; there was a top portion that exited the top of my mouth and joined around my ears to the back of my neck and to the back of the brace. Then there was a lower piece the exited my lower jaw and followed the contours of my chin and jaw perfectly and attached at either side of my neck to the front of the brace. In effect the brace had replaced my neck. Then there was the diaper. It was huge, it ballooned out of the front of me, and I am sure it was the same out of the back. Liz saw my eyes get wide. “Like what you see baby?” I blinked my response, one, two, and three “No I do not, why Liz!? Why!? “Hmmm... Well I like it and that is all that matters, you have no say in the matter.” I continued to examine my brace and my body, my arms were so skinny, having seen my legs I expected it somewhat, but not to this extent. I then realised something. I would never walk again, never stand again. I started to cry again, that was all I could do. Liz started talking again somehow sensing why I was crying this time. “Well unlike your legs, your arms are not a totally forgone conclusion, during your sedation I took several physical therapy courses; we are going to work on that. I do still want you to be able to grab things. Who knows in a couple of months you might be able to feed yourself. As it stands the feeding tube is going to stay in for now.” I looked at her with hopeful pleading in my eyes, if she was going to rob me of everything, anything she chose to give back to me was a blessing. “Well I am sure you are tired after today, and you smell like you could use a change, what say we take care of that and get you off to bed okay princess?” Need a change? Then I felt it, I was messy, when did that happen? What could I do, argue? Like that would get me anywhere. “Hiss, tick” I blinked twice. She wheeled me into the bedroom, unhooked the vent, hoisted me out of the chair, lowered me to the bed, and reattached the vent. There I lay; I felt the mess in the diaper press against me. I felt so dirty, but much like the wettings of earlier it was a novel experience. I realised then that it was something I was going to have to get used to, if this was going to be my new reality then I was going to have to adjust. Like I did in the clinic, I have to adjust. “Okay Kat, let’s get you clean, and dry and off to bed.” Liz proceeded to untape the diaper and cleanse my most sensitive area. It had been years since I was touched like that, and to my shame I reacted intensely. I had an orgasm during a diaper change, I was so embarrassed. Liz just kept up the cleaning, after all I was unable to move so the orgasm was really just another fluid exiting my body and entering my diaper. She creamed me and powdered me and taped me back into another diaper, the one I would use for the night. “Sweet dreams baby, see you tomorrow” I blinked twice. I felt myself getting really tired all of a sudden, did she drug me? I realised something then, if this was to be my existence for the rest of my life as Liz’s experiment I had to make the most of it. Take all the good and avoid the bad as much as possible. I felt my diaper swell. That was the last thought I had before I passed out. “Hiss, tick” Two years later (Present day) “Good morning sweetie!” Mommy/Liz chimed, as she did every morning. “Are you ready for a big day?” “Hiss, tick” I blinked twice. “Yes I most certainly am! Let’s go Mommy/Liz!” “Okay then, let’s get baby all ready for breakfast.” Mommy/Liz hoisted me out of my bed, lowered me into my chair, I felt my nightly mess squish against me and the inside of my diaper –I was unfazed by this Mommy/Liz would take care of it. She unhooked my ventilator, reattached my ventilator, and wheeled me into the kitchen. Due to the restrictions imposed on my body by my brace I was pretty limited in the food selections available to me, not like I was ever given any real choice Mommy/Liz knew what was best for me. But because of my good behaviour the last couple of months and the successes I have made with my PT. My brace had been modified to allow me to eat more solid food. I could now open my mouth all by myself, the brace still protruded out of my mouth, covering my teeth like a metal denture but I could do it all by myself! The feeding tube was not gone, I still needed to get my proper nutrition, but at least I got to taste food again. Like plain oatmeal, I love plain oatmeal! Actually that was the only food I got to eat, now that I think about it, but still oatmeal! Yummy! I clumsily spooned the food into my mouth, getting as much on me as in me, but I was proud, I could use my right hand! My left was useless, it wasn’t even my hand. It was a pale plastic imitation, more like a club than a hand. Mommy/Liz was so proud of me, it showed in her eyes, caring and nurturing and full of love. Was that love? Or was that the old predatory, conquering look again? I looked again, nope it was love I am sure of it. “Messy baby, let’s get you all cleaned up” Mommy/Liz took a towel and cleaned my face; she detached the spoon from its Velcro holder on my hand. She removed my soiled bib, and did not place a new one around my neck leaving my brace in full view. That was unusual, is something special happening today? Mommy/Liz wheeled me back into the bedroom. “Let’s get you ready for your shower okay baby?” Not like it was really a question directed towards me, it would happen whether I wanted it or not. Like everything in my life it happened at the whim of Liz. Liz that fucking bitch, I had a moment of dreadful clarity as she was hoisting me onto the shower gurney. Fuck her! She did this to us! Fucking bitch! I feel a cold breeze as my diaper is removed. No! No! No! Bad Kat! Don’t think like that, Mommy is good to us, she takes care of us, and she loves us. No she doesn’t love us! We are her experiment, look what she has done to us! Mommy loves us! She feeds us, changes us, and keeps us warm and safe. My reverie was interrupted by a jet of icy cold water on my head. Apparently Mommy/Liz had been talking to us and we ignored her, which is a big mistake on our part. That is how we lose things, like how we lost our left hand. “Are you listening to me Baby!?” The tone of her voice snaps us back to reality, it is a danger tone. I have no idea what she was talking about, but to not answer is the most dangerous game of all so. “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “Of course whatever you say” She smiles “I am so glad you see it that way baby, me too” What did I just agree to? Uncertainly fills my heart. The water is warmed up and Mommy/Liz begins washing us. As much as we hate/love her, this feels so good. I relax as much as my brace allows me to. Mommy/Liz soaps me and scrubs me, paying close attention to the delicate skin under my brace, and the sensitive skin of my diaper area. Soon, too soon the weekly shower is concluded. Mommy/Liz dries us off, and closes up our brace and I am hoisted back over to the bed. This is the next best part of my day, the application of a fresh diaper, especially after shower day. I feel fresh for much longer. Mommy/Liz creams me, powders me, and seals me into my new toilet for the morning. Then she is gone, leaving me there lying on the bed, I can’t move. Not an unusual situation for me, I fall into old habits and zone out, listening to my ventilator. “Hiss, tick”. “Do you like it Baby?” Mommy/Liz asks. “I had it made special for you, it is so we can out together, just like we used to.” What is she talking about? Then I see it. It is a piece of clothing. For me? Really? I never get to wear clothing. It is always just my diaper, my brace and my bib. Maybe a blanket if it is cold. An actual piece of clothing for me? I feel tears in my eyes. I love it Mommy! I want to say, but instead, “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. She looks genuinely happy that I like it. It was one of the rare instances where a question was actually directed at me, and not a foregone conclusion posed as a question. “Well let’s get it into you. We’re going for a walk.” What!? Did I hear her right? No, it’s impossible she is taking me outside? Really! I am overwhelmed with joy. I haven’t seen the sky in years, or felt the breeze, or seen anything alive other than Mommy/Liz. “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “Today rocks! Clothes, and a walk? Fucking A1!” She hoists me up, and places the specially designed dress on me. I feel so pretty. My diaper swells, I am peeing. I pay it no mind, it is doing its job. And just like that I am dressed. Mommy/Liz lowers me back into my chair. The only thing that ruins the moment is that as soon as I am down into my chair, I see a new bib get lowered over my head. “Do you want to see yourself Baby?” “Hiss, tick” I blink twice “Yes please Mommy” She wheels me over to the mirror, which when I first saw myself all those months ago I hated it, not that I like it now, but I am used to my reflection. I see myself,my brace is still the most noticeable thing about me, other than my trach and my chair. Next is my diaper. At least to me that is what I see first. But I do my best to ignore all that. I am so pretty! The dress is perfect, you can still see my diaper, and the bib covers the majority of the dress but I don’t care about that. I feel beautiful and special. Just like that, I am dressed. “Ready?” Mommy/Liz asks “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “Lets go already” Nine months ago “Hiss, tick” it is the only sound I make, it is not even made by me, but by a machine that I am attached to. I rely on a machine to breathe for me. “Hiss, tick” I hate that noise. Liz enters into my field of view. “Are you ready for your PT dear?” She tries to sound like she cares, but she doesn’t care about me, she did this to me. Crippled me, made me incontinent. Robbed me of my career, my family, EVERYTHING! I hate her. I blink my answer at her. “Hiss, tick” one, two, and three blinks for a “No I am not ready”. “Really, is that how you want today to be? Really? Are you sure? She is asking me all of these questions, I just stare at her, sullenly, with hate. “Okay then, don’t say I didn’t give you a chance. I guess someone likes sitting in their wet and stinky diaper. Them that don’t do their PT don’t get a new diaper today.” That makes me think, I don’t really know if I am dirty, I can’t tell unless I am hoisted up and lowered down. I know I am wet though, I am going to assume that she knows that state of the diaper better than me. No, we must be steadfast, this is the only defiance I can muster, not doing my PT. “Looks like someone is going to get a punishment if she keeps this up.” What is she on about now? Punishment what more could she do to me, let her come at me. “Do your worst you Whore!” I shout in my head. All that happens is, “Hiss, tick”. “Kat! This is your last chance, don’t make me do something you are going to regret.” “Hiss, tick” I continue to stare at her. “Fuck you, bitch” “Fine then, you are getting a punishment. Remember this Kat, I gave you chances.” She leaves my field of view, I sense her beside me, near the ventilator. “Hiss, tick” I feel, funny. “Hiss, tick” Really sleepy. Did she drug me again? That is the last thing I remember. “Hiss, tick”. “Good morning Kat!” I hear her voice though the fog. “Have a good sleepy?” I come to, nothing feels different, was that it? Was that the punishment, that’s it? All of those threats for what? A nap? I feel as empowered as I can feel in my situation. “I hope you won’t make me do something like that again, it hurts Mommy to do those things to you. Do you know what I did?” “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “Yes you stupid whore, you made me have a nap, so what? The more I sleep the closer I am to death and freedom, fuck yourself.” “Really you know?” She walks into my limited field of vision “Really, because I think you think all I made you do is sleep. But really, I did so much more. Remember when I first brought you home I told you ‘it could have be so much worse’ well, I made it a little worse. Do you want to know how?” “Hiss, tick” I blink slowly once, twice. I am beginning to feel fear, what did she do to me this time? “Let’s go over to the mirror Baby, and take a good look at ourselves.” She walked behind me, and wheeled me to the mirror, the mirror that I hate, and the reflection that I hate. “See anything different? Anything missing?” I look, and I look, I feel my diaper swell. Same brace, same vent, same diaper, same chair, no nothing out of my new ordinary. But then I see her motion to her left hand, I look at mine in the mirror. I have always been a lefty, heck it was the one we were focused on during my PT I could even move it, I try. It doesn’t move, it is there I can feel it, I try again. It still doesn’t move. I look at Liz, she looks sad. I look back at my left hand, closer this time, there is something off about it. It is shiny, glossy, FAKE! Oh my GOD!! She took my HAND! My fucking HAND! That was my writing hand, I was practicing so we could communicate. FUCK! I look at her. “Hiss, tick” The tears are streaming steadily onto my cheeks. She looks back at me steadily. “You gave me no choice Baby, I gave you fair warning, that is the punishment you get.” Her tone is monotonous, almost robotic, the look of sadness still in her eyes. “I told you it hurts Mommy to do things like this to you. Maybe now you will be a good Baby, and do your PT like you are supposed to. Now let’s get you to bed you have had a rough day, and you smell like you need a change. Present day “Ready?” Mommy/Liz asks “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “Let’s go already” I don’t remember being this excited, I am going outside. Mommy/Liz opens the front door. I feel sunlight on my face, I open my eyes. It is so bright! I close them again, I slowly open them. We lived out in the country? How could I have not noticed? Then again I am always inside. Would that I could breathe on my own I would have gasped, and sighed and gasped again in contentment and wonder. As it was I had to make do with the “Hiss, tick” of my ventilator. “Oh my goodness, Baby, let’s get a hat on your head and sunglasses on your face!” I feel a hat go on my head, and I see sunglasses on the approach. I will admit, I actually appreciate the shades. After years of being in darkness, and semi-darkness, the un-filtered sunlight was a little much for my eyes. “Is that better Baby” “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. I am not sure if it was an actual question, or one of the foregone conclusion questions that are directed my way. But experience has taught me, and today’s little reminder reinforced it. Always answer Mommy/Liz. She is wheeling me down the walk, past the fence, and onto the lane. It is so pretty, I can hear birds, the crunch of dirt beneath the wheels of my chair. I see trees. I don’t think I have been this happy in a long time. I could die right now and be content. Maybe life isn’t so bad afterall? Mommy/Liz hasn’t said a thing to me for a while. It takes all of my strength, but I lift my right hand up off of the rest and let it fall limply to the side of my wheelchair. I feel my diaper swell. Mommy/Liz stops the chair, and I feel her grab my hand. Now is my chance. Fingers I demand that you work! They do! I grab Mommy’s/Liz’s hand with mine. We are holding hands, just like we used to. I am sweating with the effort that it took. I guess that effort made me more than sweaty; I pooped too. I am now sitting in a dirty, wet diaper. After all these years though, I hardly care. I hear Mommy’s/Liz’s breathing change, it sounds like a sob. She lets go of my hand. “Hiss, tick” one, two and three I blink my disagreement. “Why did you let go?” She walks around to the front of my chair, and kneels down to my eye level. This is highly out of the norm. Normally I have to strain my eyes to the top of their field to make eye contact. She has never done this before. “Baby, did you try and hold my hand?” I hear the raw emotion in her voice. “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “Yes” “Baby, does mean that you don’t hate me anymore?” I can see tears in the corners of her eyes. “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “Yes” “Baby, do you forgive me for what I have done to you?” There is a note in her voice I have never heard before. It sounds like regret and hope. Does she feel bad about what she has done? Does she regret what she did to me? “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “Yes” I see her convulse, her shoulders hunch, and her eyes scrunch. And the woman that I loved, and hated, and feared, and love again is crying. No, more than that, releasing. She has been tortured about the things she has done to me. She is so beautiful right now. I feel my diaper swell. She keeps crying, and she comes in and gives me the most passionate kiss on the lips that she is able to manage with my brace. I move my right hand and with all the grace and finesse I have, and stroke her face. My hand falls limply into my lap, exhausted. Now we are both crying. She is sobbing, totally lost in her wave of released emotion. I would be too, but all I get are tears and the steady “Hiss, tick” of my ventilator. Mommy gathers herself, “Baby, are you ready to go home now?” “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “Yes, Mommy” “Let’s go then” Mommy turns my chair around and starts walking back towards our house. “Baby?” “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “Yes Mommy?” “Things are going to be different from now on okay? No more punishments, I promise. No more drug induced sleeps. I am so sorry for what I did to you. It took a great person, the great person I know you now to be to forgive me for what I have done. I love you Katerina.” “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. I feel my diaper swell. “I love you too Mommy” If you wish, you can divorce yourself from me entirely, I will go, I will leave you money enough for the rest of your days, you can hire a professional carer, and I will darken your world no longer. “Hiss, tick” one, two, and three I blink my disagreement. What is she crazed? Liz may have done awful things to Katerina. But she was not Liz and I was not Katerina, At least not anymore. She is Mommy and I am her Baby. “No? You mean you want me to stay?” “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “Yes Mommy” “Really Baby?” “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “Yes Mommy” “Baby? Do you love me?” “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “I do Mommy, from now to forever I love you” “I love you too my Baby” The End
  14. The goal of this particular interactive is to not pee your pants. Or to pee your pants in an interesting way. There are 10 possible endings and dozen of exciting paths! :p *** You wake up to the sound of your phone chiming an aggressively loud tone. Bleh. You hate walking up to an alarm. Particularly on a Saturday when you didn't even need to get up. You really need to go into your phone's settings and set the alarm to weekdays only. But not right now. Right now you are bursting for a pee. As you force yourself out of bed you idly wonder if everyone needs to pee as soon as they wake up? Or if it's just you? You don't bother with a robe. It's not that cold and your roommate Dee is the only other person in the house. Pajamas are plenty formal enough for Dee. They are even nice pajamas for a change. Your Mom decided for your birthday last month that you needed better than sweats and a T-shirt in case you ever had "company" and picked you out a cute pair of flannelette polka-dot pj's. It's getting almost too warm for them, you muse, might need to switch to just panties and that old T in a couple of weeks. When you reach the bathroom door you are annoyed to find it locked. You can just hear the sound of running water behind the door. Dee must be having a shower. Damn it. You really need to pee. Like now. Would you like to; Knock on the door and yell at Dee to hurry up? Turn to page 12 Wait until she is done showering? Turn to page 31 Pee in the kitchen sink? Turn to page 26 Find something else to pee in? Turn to page 28
  15. Today I found this girl's video: I've never seen her, so I tought it's worth sharing. She's real nice and sexy! WettingLightBlueJeans.mp4 If repost, sorry... Below you can also find the link to vk, where I found it. Enjoy! :) WARNING: NUDITY AT THE END https://vk.com/video167883956_171041594
  16. So for whatever reason I kept having this urge to write out an idea I've been having involving Skyrim, more specifically the city of Riften. As one could probably guess from the title, it's largely focused on the major inn in the city, the Bee and Barb, and its Argonian inkeeper Keerava. Plus a Khajiit of my own imagining. Hopefully I can figure out how to continue this because personally I think there should be a lot more Elder Scrolls omo. Keerava was sitting on her stool, behind her bar, in her tavern, just as she did every day. Every second of every day, according to some, since nobody ever really saw her leave from that spot or the main dining hall – rumors had it that she didn’t even sleep. No wonder, with how annoying some of her regulars got. Like that Dunmer, who was walking up to the bar at just that moment. “Have I told you about Valen, my dear?” He leaned on the bar as Keerava turned around to get him his usual drink. “I love when you spin that yarn,” she said with a touch of sarcasm. “Gets better every time you add something new.” She had the cork off a bottle of Black-Briar mead and had one hand searching around the various shelves for a mug. “He killed six Imperial Guards before they dragged him to the prisons.” Romlyn spoke with great pride. Funny, considering Valen Dreth was practically a nameless criminal that ended up dead in the Imperial Prison. It was the Brotherhood, or some escaped prisoner that had a cell near Valen, or something. Keerava couldn’t remember and she really didn’t care anyways. “Was this before or after the Mythic Dawn attacked the Emperor and Valen single-handedly fought them off?” The Argonian barmaid was tired. Her hours were long, money was tight, and at the moment there was something else bothering her, but it was hardly noticeable. “Just shut up and drink, Romlyn.” With that, she handed over the man’s drink and sat back down on her stool, leaning forward with her elbows on the counter and her head in her hands. ‘What I wouldn’t give to be out of this damn town.’ Keerava sighed as she thought to herself of the possible futures. ‘I could be in Morrowind right now if I just had the money.’ She shifted in her seat and wrapped her tail around the stool, letting her head fall onto the countertop. She probably wouldn’t be able to get any sleep, especially if that priest came in and started telling everyone they were sinners, but it was a little bit of rest, and for that she was glad. Azhani was in trouble. For once, it wasn’t because of anything she’d done – not entirely, anyways – it was more because of what she hadn’t done. Namely, she hadn’t stopped to relieve herself on the entire trip over to Riften. Now she was paying for it. Miraculously, the Khajiit had managed to stay dry the whole way there, but about halfway through the cart ride she’d started shuffling around, and eventually that escalated into occasional grabbing and lots of bouncing. And then that escalated to her present situation: both hands dug into her crotch, tail lashing, eyes frantically searching for anything that could be used for relief. With privacy, of course – Azhani had done a lot of things but public exposure was not one of her strong suits. Nor was peeing around people, for that matter; she could not relax enough to let go if someone else was there, even if she were due to explode. So she absolutely needed to find a quiet place to go, away from other people. She ran down one road, attracting a few curious looks, and off to the corner she saw it. A tavern, one that would surely have beds available. Azhani leaked a couple of drops into her black panties at the thought of relief, so she doubled down on her grip and ran for the place. She couldn’t tell the name in her haste to get inside but it looked like the sign said something about Beer and Bread or something. When Azhani got to the door, she was fortunate enough to have someone already standing in the doorway – some patron, no doubt, having had his fill of booze for the day – and she nearly pushed him out of the way, leaving him to stare for a while at her tail as she ran up to the counter. It was thrashing about, moving in all sorts of directions and occasionally curling up around one leg before going back to its original business. The patron shrugged and turned around to look at his map, letting the door swing closed again. The desperate Khajiit ran straight to the first important-looking person in the bar that she could find, that being the Argonian with her head on the counter. The barmaid lifted her head as Azhani approached, and she looked the Khajiit up and down as she hopped from foot to foot with her hands digging into the front of her pants. “If you’ve got the coin, you’re welcome here,” the Argonian said, still staring at the bouncing Khajiit. “This one has coin, yes.” Azhani spoke quickly and had finally stopped jumping around, now standing firmly on the ground and rocking her body instead. “And she needs to rent a room. Right now.” The barmaid seemed to be a little amused at the strange patron’s predicament, and said, “I can see that. Ten septims and the room is yours for the night.” Azhani carefully moved one hand out of her crotch and into her pocket, digging around and pulling out ten gold coins. ‘Khajiit does not need the room for the night’, she thought, ‘but no time to argue.’ Indeed, with that thought she felt a large spurt soak her underwear, fortunately not enough to be felt from the outside of her pants, but enough to let her know that something needed to be done now. “Thank you,” said the Argonian as she slid the coins towards herself. “Room’s upstairs, second door on the right.” The Khajiit simply nodded and bolted away for the stairs, each step as she climbed forcing more and more to drip out of her, until she found herself on the second level and ran immediately for the door the barkeep said was hers. Once inside, she locked the door behind herself and stood there dancing for a little bit, looking around the room. Near the bed she found exactly what she was looking for, so she moved in that direction, reaching out with one foot to pull the chamberpot closer to herself, while simultaneously whipping down her pants and underwear in one swift motion. Her floodgates opened even before she was in position, letting some of her urine splatter on the wooden floor before the room resonated with the sound of a jet of liquid hitting metal. By now Azhani was in a squatting position over the little pot, and she sighed in relief as she widened her stance a bit and leaned forward some so that she could be sure she didn’t spill anything. Her tail waved behind her in a little satisfied flourish, and when her stream finally finished she simply used her tail to wipe off. Standing up, she decided not to re-dress, and instead took her bottom clothes completely off to inspect them. Her panties were fairly soaked, but they were black so the damage was hard to see, and her gray pants had a dark spot half the size of her fist on the crotch. Azhani set her clothes on the windowsill to dry and went to lie down in her rented bed for some hard-earned rest. At the moment, the formerly pee-filled Khajiit was not the only one falling asleep in Keerava’s bar. Turns out the Argonian did manage to get some sleep – all the patrons were either too drunk to care about her, or they were busy annoying Talen, or they even went home despite there still being a few hours before sunset. So she laid there, using her scaly arms as a pillow as she was slumped forward on her barstool. Her tail and legs occasionally twitched unconsciously, but otherwise she was well and truly sleeping. Dreaming, even. Dreaming of Morrowind, of being on the farm with her family – not what most people would dream of, but being with family sure beats dealing with drunken idiots all day. Only, there was a bit of a problem. Keerava was dreaming, sure, but in the waking world her body was shifting, moving around, gradually getting faster and happening more often. She managed to wrap her legs around each other in her sleep, and eventually her tail wound up in her lap as well. One could only imagine what was going on in her dream, but it was obvious what was going on in the real world. But surely she would have woken up by now? Perhaps she would have, but Keerava was no stranger to situations like this – granted, usually they were while she was awake, but her dedication to her job left her very little time for herself, so her body was strong and resilient. Especially the specific part of her body troubling her now, which was also stronger than usual on account of Keerava being an Argonian, their natural marshy habitat requiring them to withstand lots of hydration for a long time. And she trained herself to hold even more, which is why all that she was doing at the moment was wiggling around, not waking up. Perhaps she would have been awakened more easily if she weren’t so exhausted, and she surely would be awake by now if Talen had noticed. Strange that he hadn’t, her movements were definitely not subtle – and yet there he was, walking around the dining hall in the tavern tending to what few patrons remained. Sweet dreams don’t last forever, though, and lo and behold Keerava did awaken, immediately pressing a hand between her legs. She felt a bit wet down there – that must have been what woke her up. Her legs were already crossed, though she uncrossed them and crossed them again the other way, looking around, and thinking to herself. ‘How long was I out? And why do I have to piss so bad?’ Having very little time to consider the question, she looked over at the dining hall, glad that it was mostly empty and whatever people were there, including Talen, were facing away from her. She stood up, almost immediately regretting the decision and planting another hand in her crotch and bending over. ’Gods, this isn’t good. I have to take care of this quickly or-‘ Almost as if on cue, Keerava felt a brief squirt of pee dampen her inner thigh – and it was getting into her scales, too. ‘Or that.’ The Argonian turned around, and saw an empty bucket. Very versatile tools, buckets, especially for a barkeep. This particular bucket was intended to hold water from Lake Honrich, for cleaning the floors and tables with. Fortunately enough, the bucket was currently empty, and as such Keerava was preparing for it to hold a different kind of water. She hobbled over to the bucket, removed one hand from its place snugly between her thighs – this eliciting a wet response from her body, which was clearly not pleased with this action and demonstrating its discontent by leaking – grabbed the bucket, and moved as quickly as she could behind the nearest shelf. The shelves there didn’t provide much cover – she could easily be seen from most angles – but Keerava didn’t care. She dropped the bucket, causing it to land on its side and nearly roll away, but she stuck out her foot and expertly kicked the bucket into a proper position directly between her legs. Keerava removed the last hand from her crotch, leaking yet again, and grabbed at her waistband with both hands. She tore her pants down, and grabbed at her panties to move the crotch out of the way. Immediately upon doing so, she let out a torrent straight into the bucket. She would have blushed if she could, because the sound of liquid hitting the inside of the container was surely ringing out throughout the entire room. Keerava didn’t really care, of course, and instead closed her eyes and let out a long sigh of relief. After a minute, her stream weakened, and she readjusted to make sure that it would continue to go directly into her makeshift toilet. When she finished, she released her hold on her panties, causing them to snap back into place – though uncomfortably, since now they were cold and wet rather than the much-preferable warm and wet – and gathered her pants back up to where they were supposed to be. Looking around to make sure nobody could see her, she picked up her bucket, snuck outside, and rushed over to the nearest canal, into which she dumped the bucket’s contents. Hopefully nobody was watching – and hopefully no thieves would use this bucket against her for a while. She’d heard the stories, shops getting robbed while the owner stood by helplessly, head trapped inside a bucket or a basket or some such item. But Keerava simply sighed and headed back inside – such things were not worth worrying about at the moment.
  17. 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.
  18. I'm not sure if this is a repost but this is a great video regardless. Great hissing sound as she loses control. I Reblog Things I Like — secretomoaccount I know you can’t r.mp4
  19. A/N: So folks, here is my (hopefully) long-awaited Percy Jackson Fanfiction. So I was inspired to write this because I wanted to see more Percy Jackson omorashi. The eventual goal is to do something for all of the books. PJO and HoO. So without further ado, here we go! Look, I didn’t want to be an omorashist. My advice is if you’re reading this because you think you might be one of us, continue on. There’s a whole world out there of this. Agree with what your parents say and try to lead a normal life, at least on the outside. But otherwise, stop reading right now. Clear your browser history and pretend you never saw this. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. My name is Annabeth Chase. I’m 12 years old. If you’re reading this, I assume you know about Demigods, Gods, and Camp Half-Blood, all that jazz. Even if you didn’t, I wouldn’t bother telling you. Because that is not what this is about. This is about me and my fetish. It started back when I was still traveling with Luke and Thalia. We were hiding in the woods a lot of the time so we almost never had access to a bathroom. Needless to say, the first time we were in the wilderness, I held until I really truly wet myself. Luke and Thalia were really understanding and we went to one of the safe houses nearby to change. {Will you readers get this experience? Comment if you want it.} Over time, I discovered that I have a small bladder, but thankfully, Luke and Thalia didn’t mind stopping often. Eventually, just about a month before Grover found us, I discovered that the holding sensation turned me on. (If you’re surprised that I knew what the sensation was, please remember, I am a child of Athena. We are always in search of knowledge. Sure, I read medical textbooks and did my own supplementary research, who doesn’t?) Something about the pressure on my urethra, the feeling of being on the edge of control, and the trembling of my sphincters, combined with the naughtiness, made my slit moisten and my clitoris throb. I can only guess if Luke and Thals felt the same way. So I held it until I was so desperate I couldn’t walk, then I called for a stop, whipped down my pants, popped a squat, and unleashed a torrent of pee. Thalia had this way of peeing without squatting. She would drop her pants and pee against a tree. (Ironic, isn’t it?) I was always envious of her because of that. This summer, while I was talking to Chiron, I heard someone calling for help from the border. I spun around to see a boy, about my age, with jet black hair and sea green eyes that I could see, even from here. He was dragging an unconscious Grover. He stumbled over to the porch and collapses. I took one look and him and somehow, I knew. I said to Chiron, “He’s the one. He must be,” Remember I just saw this kid take down the Minotaur. “Silence Annabeth.” He replied. “He’s still conscious. Bring him inside.” And with that, the kid helpfully passed out. I slung my arms beneath his and wrapped him in a sort of bear hug before dragging him into the infirmary. We laid him down on one of the beds, wrapping him in sheets. I kind of thought he was cute. But if you tell anyone I said that, I’ll hunt you down and kill you. * * * * * * * * * * * * * The next day, I was feeding him some ambrosia and I was having trouble focusing because of the growing ache between my legs. I whimpered and momentarily plunged my hand between my legs, feeling heat radiate from my core. This guy - Percy, Grover had said, - was drooling in his sleep. I shifted around in my seat, sticking my foot beneath my ass. I smirked as I scraped it off his chin and when I looked up again, his eyes were open. I leaned in and whispered. “What will happen at the summer solstice?” His intelligent reply: “What?” I looked around to see if Chiron or anyone else was here, but also to make sure no one saw me in my desperate state. Then I whispered again, “What’s going on? What was stolen? We’ve only got a few weeks!” “I’m sorry. I don’t…” He mumbled. Someone knocked and I filled Percy’s mouth with ambrosia and he passed out again. The momentary panic released a single droplet of hot piss, sliding along my lower lips, mixing with my arousal juices, and dampening my satin g-string. Chiron walked in in centaur form. “How’s Percy doing?” He asked. “Just fine sir. He was awake a few minutes ago.” I replied, trying to keep Chiron from catching on and to keep my voice from trembling. “Ah well. Do let me know when he wakes up again.” And with that he left. I set the bowl down next to Percy’s bed and plunged my hand between my legs again. I whimpered as my bladder mutinied against me. Then suddenly, a spurt. Then a second. Then a third, and I couldn’t stop so it turned into a weak dribble. I felt my denim shorts getting wet. A spurt turned into a weak stream and then I completely lost control on my sphincters and I flooded my panties. It sprays out with such force, it passed right through my g-string and my jean shorts. I felt it patter on my hand and pool beneath my ass. The stream finally tapered off after about a minute and a half. I reveled in the feeling after a wetting and the feeling of my quivering perineum, and began to grind the heel of my hand into my now soaked (in more ways than one) slit and my erect clit. I moaned from the feelings and reached my other hand up and began tweaking my nipples, increasing the pleasure a tenfold. My hips bucked up to meet my hand and I increased the pressure and the speed. I bit down on my shirt as I came, adding more liquid to what was already on the chair and floor. I took a minute to compose myself, then I got up and cleaned up the mess, while still in my pissed in shorts. Not gonna lie, the wet denim chafing my thighs was beginning to turn me on. I went to the bathroom to change clothes, pulling the spare pair of shorts from out of my backpack. I quickly stripped everything off, leaving me bare from the waist down. CLIFFHANGER!
  20. Chapter 1 “FUCK!” I yelled as I ran true a sea of trees. Behind me was a pack of beasts chasing me. “They're catching up!” the small girl strapped to my back yelled. “I know that Bab!” I yell at her as I continue to run. The beasts aren't that strong but fighting a pack of them is a different story. They could easily surround us and kill us before we could do anything. “Why in the hell did you attack the whole pack!” I yelled to Bab as I jumped over a log. “I thought there was only 3 of them,” she told me “left!” “FROST!” I yelled extending my left hand to blast the beast with cold ice magic. It was only knocked back and soon was chasing us again. “Any ideas?” “Ya don't stop running!” she yelled which really didn't help. It wasn't long however before I had to stop in front of a cliff. A raging current below us and a wild pack of beast behind us. We were out of options. I didn't have my sword. Our mana was getting low. And I can feel Bab’s diaper leaking on my back again!. “You trust me?” I asked bab. “Right now? No!” she told me already knowing what I was going to do. “Good, neither do I,” I tell her before jumping off the cliff. Both Of us screaming on our way down, the only thing I could think about was how I got here in the first place. I was just some average guy. Single, working and saving anything extra to start college in a year or two. The luckiest thing to happen to me in the last 3 years was getting a ticket for a hiking trip my friend won in a contest. Sadly his grandma passed away and was going to her funeral. So as to not waste a ticket he gave it to me. And to be honest, while I was having fun I really didn't pack well for it. I didn't know much about hiking and the clothes I bought weren't the best. Just 3 t-shirts, pants, socks, underwear, and a warm jacket. Luckily I did get myself some hiking boots but I also brought my regular pair for when we set camp and I could be more comfortable. The rest of the gear I got from my friend who was already prepared for himself. Camping Travel Cooking Utensils Set (cooking scissor, blender spatula, meat knife, cutting board, soup spoon, stainless steel turner, cook fork and a tongs,) TETON Sports Mountain Adventurer 4000 Backpack Double Sleeping Bag Sundome 2 Person Tent SURVIVAL Traveller First Aid Kit Magnesium Flints Scraper Stone (3) Pocket knife Flashlight 12 Survivors - Hand Pump Water Purifier Extra rope FiveJoy Military Folding Shovel Multi-Tool I was all set for the trip. But after the second day, something strange happens. A freak storm hit us in the middle of the hike. None of us knew what was going on until suddenly I saw a flash of light and the storm was gone. When I opened my eyes I was inside what looked like ruins. Behind me was an altar with some glowing dust scattered all around it. I was too freaked out about all of this that I ran towards the only exit I could see and into a small town. People who looked like they ware from a renaissance fair just stared wide-eyed at me. To make a long story short, I freaked out. It took the townspeople 2 days to explain to me what had happened and why I was here. I was no longer on earth but a place called Caruma. Here everything we know about fantasy is from here. A long time ago two gods fought over an empty world but their fight always lead to a draw. So they decided if they couldn't decide on the winner with their power they would use something else. They created 15 castles and hid them around Caruma. Each crystal summons something from another world. Poruma the black god summoned monsters. Rilla the wight god summoned warriors. Each crystal could summon 1 warrior every 10 years. And the first to destroy all the crystals would be the winner. Over the next 3000 years, the world was populated by man and monster. Humans built towns and temples around the summoning crystals. Out of the 15, 7 white crystals have been destroyed. While 5 dark crystals have been destroyed. When I asked about how I got here they could only give a guess. 31 years prior the town was attacked by monsters and they destroyed the crystal. But because it was already about to summon a hero the remaining pieces must have spent the last 30 years collecting power to summon me here before the crystal died. They then told me who I could go back. The crystals work as a two-way door. On this side, they gather energy and in 10 years they pull someone over. However, if you bring enough magical energy to them you can have them send you back home. The problem with this, it normally takes a lot of magic to do so and there aren't many people who have that type of magic here. So they suggested I go to a city and see if I could find any magic users to send me back. That's when we reached our final problem. I had no way to get them. When the village was destroyed all those years ago most people left and the ones who stayed are now too old or too young to take me. The only exception is a farm boy named John who was 16 2 years younger than me. But in order for him to take me, I had to first make a contract with him. In this world, the heroes learned how to tap into magic but it came with a curse. Each person had to wear a special bracelet and form a contract with another person. This unlocked the power to use magic. However, both people were cursed to never be away from each other long. Should they be away from each other for 6 hours they both will die. If one dies the other has 6 hours to find someone else to form a bond with or they will die as well. The curse can be lifted once the pair completely one of 3 quests and the bracelets can be removed while still granting the person to use magic. The reason he wants to form a bond is that it would make traveling a lot easier through the woods. He said there aren't many strong monsters here but it's better safe than sorry. I had to wait 3 more days before the contract could be made. During that time I the people let me stay with them knowing I had nothing to offer other than some small work. On my final night there I was staying at an orphanage. There were only 5 kids there. 2 boys 3 girls and women who took care of them. She asked me to stay with them for the night as the kids wanted to see what a person from another world looked like. The kids staying here are from parents who either died, left for adventure, or was just left with no idea who the parents were. It was sad but the kids enjoyed playing with me. All except one who only stared at me. The women later told me Ema was the girl's name and that while she was 14 her body was short and looked more like a 10-year-old. Also, she had some problems. For one she couldn't speak. Anything that came out of her mouth sounded like gibberish. Next, her hands couldn't hold onto things well. So she's been forced to use baby bottles. And lastly, she had to wear diapers. For some reason, her bladder was just too weak. I honestly felt bad for her. By the sounds of it, she would have to be taken care of for the rest of her life. Later that night I said my goodbyes to the kids and followed John into the woods. The contract could only be made during a full moon and when it’s made it will make a bright flash so were in the woods so as to not disturb anyone. “Ok this should be good,” he said as we were pretty far from everyone. “Now then let's begin.” He then began to chant something and soon both of our bracelets were glowing. We both raised our hands to form the contract but stopped when we heard something. The contract stopped as we looked around the forest and heard something. Upon investigating we found one of the kids spying on us. Behind them the woman yelling for the girl. Apparently, she chased after us after we left without telling the women. After a brief talk with the women, she was taking the Ema girl when she ran up to me. “be jvy ruwvj ox jvy woz, gy bojv hog c bozupw.” Ema said. As she grabbed my hand wanting me to kneel in front of her. “What’s wrong,” I asked her. “wuhy ik jvy nogyl op oil toilpye cpz gy xuwvj xol jvy luwvj.” she said. suddenly my bracelet began to glow again. “NO!” John yelled. But it was too late. A bright flash hit my eyes and for a few moments, I couldn't see. I just heard the same thing be repeated. “YES YES YES!” a girl cried out in excitement. “EMA! What did you do!” the women yelled and when I could finally see I saw the Ema girl jumping up and down with excitement. “I finally did it! I'll finally be free!” Ema said until the women grabbed her by the hand. “What did you do!?” the women yelled at Ema. “She just formed a contract. How did she even do that?” John asked. That's when I looked at the girl's arm and saw a smaller bracelet on. “Yep and now I can finally get out of here,” Ema said. “How did you even get a bracelet in the first place. And how did you activate the spell?” John asked. “I stole it from miss dumb cunt here.” Ema said and nodded at the women. “And anyone who knows magick knows that spell.” “I think the bracelets mine.” the women told John. “my husband was an adventure.” “But that still doesn't explain how she knew the spell.” he replied. “Wait, didn't she just say she already knew the spell?” I asked and everyone looked at me. “Wait you can understand me!” Ema yelled. “Of cores I can, you're not speaking gibberish anymore,” I tell her. “What are you talking about?” the women asked. “She’s still talking the same,” John told me. “The bracelets! You can understand me because of the bracelets!” Ema yelled. “What do you mean? How can the bracelets do that?” I asked and looked at John who looked very confused. “Enough of this nonsense I'm taking you home Ema and you're going to be grounded!” the women grabbed the girl and started pulling her away. “Stop! My name isn't Ema it's Bab! And I'm not going anywhere!” she said as she tried to resist the much bigger women. “Wait I need to figure this out,” I tell the women. “I'm sorry but she needs to go home. I think all this stimulant is just being too much for Ema.” she tells me. “IM NOT EMA!” the girl screamed as the women jumped when electricity popped out of the girl's hands. Once let go she ran over and got behind me. “She can already use magic!” John said in amazement. “Ema it's time to come home.” the women told her again. “I'm not Ema, I'm Bab. tell her!” the girl said to me. “She said her name’s not Ema but Bab.” I tell the women and Bab nodded in agreement. “Could she be speaking another language and it's only after the contract was formed that you can understand her.” John asked me. After this, it just became a back and forth discussion about me understanding her. We had to prove I could understand her and after a long time, we finally came to the conclusion that I could. But shortly after that, we got into the main and biggest problem. I was now connected to a tiny child and I still needed to leave! After a long discussion about everything, it was finally decided I had to take Bab with me. Because of the curse, we couldn't be more than 40 feet from each other for more than 6 hours and I couldn't stay in the town. I had to find a way home. So, I wound up adopting Bab and forced to take her with me on my journey. Sadly because of her, John could no longer come with us. The plan was to use the magic to get through safely but without it, it just becomes too much of a risk when he would have to come back alone. Before we left the women gave me a bag full of things for Bab. while her backpack had things like clothing, a pillow, blanket, and a few random things. The bag the women gave me had her more ‘personal’ things. Such as 3 bottles, a changing mat, wipes, baby powder, and a lot of diapers. She even had to show me how to change the little girl. Much to bab’s displeasure. In the end, this is where our adventure of began dropped in a new world.
  21. Hi everyone!! Happy New Year's!! for start this new year i want to share with you this wetting that i've done few weeks ago i held my morning pee for few hours until i get really desperate and cant hold it anymore... so here the result!!
  22. Does anyone have any videos of pregnant women peeing in a cup?
  23. So uh, hi. I'm Crim. I wet myself today. A few things you should know before we start. One: I recently had a gender-identity crisis. Well, not even really that. I let other people convince me I was having one (Goddamn you Tumblr people!) i.e I'm really tomboyish sometimes and people on there told me my gender was a boy and I should learn to embrace it. Of course I recently realized that was a load of shit and I didn't like being a full on boy. So if you were one of the like, 3 people who read my "introducing myself" post like...forever ago, that's why I said I was a boy. I'm not. Just to clear that up. Sex: Fem. Gender: Fem. And I'm not about to let anyone else tell me otherwise again. Now with that out of the way, today I did a hold. I never intended to fully wet, yet I did, which is what made today both scary and exciting! Anyone who's seen me post knows I love those Milovana pee holding interactive challenges. I have a huge imagination and get really into it, I don't think I've done a hold without one since I discovered them. Its been awhile since anyone made a new one, so I got into the habit of doing multiple in a single hold, or even two at once, which was the case today. And so there I was, in my room. I drank a few mugs of water and tea and waited for things to move along by watching Scrubs. I don't know what it was about today, whether it was 3 cups of tea's worth of caffiene or the tight jeans I had put on in advance, or just some other random thing, but it moved along REALLY fast. An hour and a half after I started drinking, I was at the fidgeting stage. I couldn't stand still, and sitting had become a real burden. It took me really off guard. I started my challenges and for the first time ever, started posting in the live action thread. It's really unlike me to do that, I don't know why I did. Maybe I wanted some company for once. Alas, nobody showed up during my hold. Appearance wise, I was wearing red panties (nothing fancy) and a tight pair of blue jeans. Didn't bother with a shirt, as it was fairly warm today. For you people who are a fan of picturing things, I'm pretty tiny. Short, tiny frame, skinny, pale, long and obviously-not-well-taken-care-of hair. Pretty much the definition of "Get off your computer and go outside." So at this point I had started doing the challenges and tasks, pretty confident that I would do fine, as per usual. I was shaking, and twitching, etc but I felt I could hold on despite the huge pressure in my bladder. But then 10 minutes went by....20 minutes...and before I knew it not only had the pressure nearly doubled, but the challenges were also taking their toll. I could barely believe it. It had all happened so fast. It was to the point I was constantly shaking and had a hand between my legs any time the challenge wasn't preventing me from doing so. It was getting pretty unbearable but I convinced myself there's no way its this bad already, its just your psyche getting out of turn. I wish I was right. Time went on. I dribbled a few times but I felt it was nothing I couldnt handle. I had a grip on this. Until at one point I stopped to type in the live action thread again. Typing of course, requiring both hands. I wasn't too concerned, just crossed my legs as I bent over to type. But mid sentence, I don't know what it was, it must have been the way I moved, but I felt a sudden violent dampness as a huge leak shot down my leg. Before I knew it, my inner leg on my jeans had a wet patch from my crotch to my knee. All I could think was, where the hell did that come from? Keep it together. I probably should have ran to the bathroom right then. You see, I wasn't home alone. and a full blown wetting and its cleanup would be hard to hide/explain to my brother if he just decided to waltz in during those crucial moments. My main plan if he walked in during the hold itself was to quickly pull a blanket over my chest and yell that I wasn't wearing a shirt, which would cause him to scurry off somewhere. Thus, I had planned to use the bathroom before it was too late. Issue was, I'm stubborn. As is usually the objective with holding, I decided since I had regained control after my big spurt, I would wait until the last possible second, not for a moment having the foresight to even think there might be obstacles. It was also that this point I received another huge warning I ignored. You know when your bladder muscles start to fluctuate? Waver? That wobbley feeling, like when you're carrying something heavy in your arms and they start to go all wobbley under the strain against your will? I got that feeling. And I ignored it, because I'm me. Time went by, as did a few more dribbles. But I kept telling myself that it wasn't over yet, that I could go longer. The fresh dampness in my crotch, and the now semi dried patch down my leg would suggest otherwise, but again, stubborn. Then one of the challenges told me the start of my undoing. Every 30 seconds, I had to push on my bladder hard for 5 seconds. And of course, I thought I could do it. Thing is, when I'm pressing on my bladder I don't use my hands. I don't find I can push with the right pressure in the right way to ever make it a feasible threat. So what I do is, I tip my chair back so that its on its back legs, and push my lower abdomen into the top of it. Huge mistake, obviously. The first 5 seconds, I felt my crotch go damp again. A few small spurts. I can do it, I told myself. In the 30 second break between I told myself I had only spurted because I didn't brace properly, and I just had to go into the next push prepared. So 30 seconds passed. And again I tipped my chair back, closed my eyes, braced myself, and leaned into it. With a bit more weight than I intended. A leak. A big leak. The biggest so far. My hand shot down as it left my body, but it was a little too late for that. In that moment I felt the wetness gather in my hand, fall down my leg again, down to my ankle. Some got on the floor. A little spread behind my ass too. I regained control in that split second, but it was also the second that I wasn't going to maintain the control. I couldn't. This was it. But I couldn't risk it, I had already gone too far as it was. My brother could walk in any second, see my wet leg, and ask what the fuck was going on. And so came the moment. The hail mary. I didn't have time to throw on a shirt let alone a bra, so I just had to hope he wasn't in the hallway between my room and the bathroom. There was no time, it was now or never, I could FEEL my control slipping and about to give. I dashed out of my room, one hand between my legs holding on for dear life and one trying to preemptively undo the button of my jeans (And failed, little bugger wouldn't give) And I encountered every holders nightmare. The bathroom door was shut. And locked. I could hear the shower going inside. That son of a bitch. I leaned against the door, my forehead and chest pressing into the wood, my fingernails digging into either side of the door and my back slightly arched, pushing my ass out as my legs slammed together, my knees knocking together over and over. I yelled at him to get out. I yelled that I needed to get in right that second. My fingernails dug deep into the door, scratching as my control slipped, a muffled "Sorry, no can do!" coming from inside the bathroom. I felt it coming. My left hand then alternated between banging on the door, gripping at my crotch, and clawing into the door once more. My chest was heaving against the door, I couldn't bear to open my eyes and look as it started. My crotch grew damp. A spurt, and another, and another. The crotch gripping, the clawing, nothing helped. Squeezed my legs together tighter, still nothing. It was coming out, slowly but steadily. I gripped my left thigh as I felt my pee seep out and crawl down the back of my leg. I tried so hard. Knocking my knees, gripping at everything I could, frantically trying to stop it or slow it down. Shaking, writhing, I felt it continue to pour out and reach the back of my knee. I heard drops hit the floor. This couldn't be happening. Wetting myself after a good hold was one thing, not being able to stop it when it mattered most was another thing entirely. My control was still sort of there, but not nearly enough to stop the flow completely. I felt it spread across my lower ass and inner thigh. The other leg now too, I could feel it running down. Something in that made me lurch, pressing my chest into the door harder. Something about that movement hit my bladder, and suddenly whatever slight control I still had was gone. I gasped loudly as my crotch suddenly grew a lot warmer, as did my inner legs, I could feel the flow go from a creeping dribble into a stream. Of course I grabbed my crotch, but my hand was soaked almost instantly. I let out a cry as I started soaking myself, trying anything and everything. Thigh gripping, moving my legs, crossing them, frantically hopping slightly just trying to get it to stop but the more I tried the harder it all came out. I felt my ass, my legs, everything become completely soaked and warm. A stream was gently but firmly pitter pattering onto the floor, my jeans on my right leg having become far too saturated for it to just climb down my leg itself anymore at this intensity. I fought and cried and yelled and moaned, fighting until the bitter end. But there was no way around it...I was completely and thoroughly wetting my pants, right outside the bathroom against my will like a little girl. As I stopped shaking and bouncing and switching my legs all over the place, my fingers tired from violently gripping at every part of my thighs and crotch I could get ahold of, I just became exhausted. Soaked and defeated, I turned around and slowly slumped to the ground against the door, wetting myself all the way. My bladder had NO control anymore, and I was still going. My mind just blanked out as I sat on the ground, watching my already massive puddle continually expand due to the now very audiable hissing in my jeans. It was by far the greatest wetting I had ever had, and the scary circumstances made it incredibly exciting and erotic. My chest heaved, my breathing heavy as my bladder finished emptying itself. All my mind could process now was the near orgasmic relief and the "Holy shit, that just happened, and it was incredible" type thought. Until my brain finally re-clicked into the sound of the shower going, and realized that the moment my brother opened the door, he'd find me sitting there, naked from the lower waist up, having lost control and peed in my pants in the hallway, everything I was wearing having been completely drenched, with a puddle leading from under me in all directions, and almost to the door opposite me. My stomach dropped so fast. My mind went in all directions, and suddenly I was up, running through the house in my soaking wet jeans, trying to manage to somehow clean this up before my brother got out of the shower. I ran downstairs, grabbed two towels from the laundry, ran back up, and cleaned it up and cleaned it good. Both towels ended up completely soaked. I heard the shower stop. I ran into my room and got my jeans off as fast as I could, and threw them and the towels under my bed as soon as I could. I heard him coming and I was just standing there in my wet panties, all I had time to do was throw on a T-shirt. The big kind I wear to bed. And sit down at my computer desk. He just walked in without knocking, as he does, and asked what all my insane fuss at the door was about. I told him I thought I was late for a get-together and needed my makeup that second, but then realized it was tomorrow and not today. I sat almost frozen, hoping he wouldn't notice my wet legs glistening. I felt the lower black of my shirt get wet as I sat on it in my wet panties, and reaaaally tried not to think about it. Just sat and smiled and blinked and waited for him to accept it and leave, which he did, shaking his head and calling me a nutjob. Then I just sat there in silence and waited for the telltale shut of his bedroom door, meaning he was going in to play COD or something. Once I was sure he was in, I switched out of my wet undies and now slightly damp shirt into jammies, and fished out everything from under my bed and snuck to the laundry room with it. I thought I was scot free until he questioned the wet footprints downstairs. I went beet red and just told him that I had spilt some water earlier and must have stepped in it. He gave me a really questioning gaze and I turned redder, but for a non-omo enthusiast he obviously didn't come to the conclusion any of you would have, and just accepted it and moved on. Anywho, that was my day today. I hope you enjoy! Please leave feedback, as writing this stuff out isn't something I do often and I'd love to know what people think. If this is good and I'm good at telling it, I might write about my future experiences as well. Please let me know anything and everything you think! I think I drank too much, I had to go to the bathroom again in the middle of writing this. Now I'll end this, as I tend to ramble and as this was the scariest, most exciting wetting I've done, and looking back on it now, incredibly erotic. So I have other needs to take care of. Bye bye!
  24. 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.
  25. First of all, I don't know if I'm posting in the correct forum because these that I'm publishing are only audios, not videos. I'm confused because there is no proper forum where to post audios (by the way, audios are really rare to find). Please Administrator, feel free to move this thread in the category it belongs. Anyway, I found these audios searching around the web and they are incredibly sexy. I recommend to use headphones to experience at most the girls' voices and the splashing, wetting sounds. I'm posting the links in the title of the audio: just click on it :) Begging for release - the desperate girl is the sub of another girl, "the Mistress"; very good desperation, wetting and bathroom-denial, but a warning: masturbation and sexy talks. The wet public punishment - from the same girl of the file above, an holding contest with really good desperation. Again, the same warning as above. Sweet Relief - a girl is desperate to pee in bed: she ends up soaking her panties and bed. A desperate pee in the toilet - just a girl pissing last minute on the toilet. Enjoy! :) P.S.: there are more in the user page...