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  1. Meowth

    Live Action Omorashi

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

    Flowing Creek

    I haven't ever tried writing an interactive story before, but it looks like it could be fun. A lot of good ones have been posted, so I'm going to give it a shot. It's been a while since I have written anything and I don't have a good track record when it comes to finishing stories, but we'll see how this goes. This story is based on a personal fantasy of mine, but I won't say much more about it because more information will be available later on. Anyway, here we go. *** Flowing Creek You wake up in what looks like some sort of a cheap motel room, to the sound of birds chirping outside. You are facing towards the outer wall, so you can see sunlight coming in around the edges of the curtain over the window. You feel the need to relieve your bladder, but it is still bearable for the time being. For a moment, you allow your eyes to wander around the room before lifting your head off the pillow and sitting up. You look down and realize that you are still wearing your t-shirt, jeans, and socks. The lower half of your body is still covered by the blankets, but you can tell what you’re wearing beneath it, from the feeling of the material on your skin. You are unsure of how long you were asleep, but what you are sure of, is that you have never seen this room before. You take a good look at your surroundings. The walls of the motel room are a milky white and the curtain over the window has a grey and black checkerboard pattern on it. About a meter away from the foot of the bed, directly in front of you, there is a stained, oak dresser that is about two meters wide, and there are only two doors in the room. One of them leads to the outside, but the other one, about two meters to the right of the dresser, leads to what could either be a closet or a bathroom. You get an uneasy feeling about the situation. Where am I? You wonder. Since you are all alone, you try to rack your brain, hoping to remember where you are and how you got there. The only thing you can remember, is going on a mid-summer road trip, with a friend that you’ve known for years. The two of you grew up in Ontario, Canada and went to the same college. You recall traveling through a heavily forested area in Manitoba when you were both caught in a sudden, intense rainstorm. The only other thing you remember is seeing a blinding flash of lightning, but everything after that is a total blank. Right beside you to your left, there is a small bedside table. Sitting on top of it, you find a clipboard with a single sheet of paper on it. Taking hold of it, you notice that the paper contains very personal information about you. There is an ID photo of you in the upper, right-hand corner. In the upper, left-hand corner, there is a line that says that your identification number is FC-05202018. Beneath the photo and your assigned number is everything else about you. What does the sheet say? This will be used for character creation. Include as much information as you like and I’ll fill in anything that gets left out. If any artists would like to create the character’s ID photo, then feel free to do so. This will give me an idea of their appearance, without you having to put all of the info in. General Info Name: Gender: Height: Hair style/color: Eye color: Body type: Age: Personal Info Personality: Interests/Hobbies: Fetishes/Kinks: Sexual Orientation: Breast size (if applicable): Butt size: Bladder size: Holding Ability: Extra Things Underwear appearance: Notable features of outer clothing (If applicable): *** There will be more coming after creating a character. After 48 hours, if there is only one suggestion, that will be your character. If there are more, then the one I like the most will be your character while the second best may be used as the identity for your character's traveling companion on the road trip. This time frame can be extended upon request for any ID photos. Constructive criticism is welcome, if you have any. My goal will be to post a new part to this at least once a week, with 48 hours between each post available for making decisions for where the story will take us, so hopefully we'll have some fun on this adventure.
  3. Hey guys, newbie here. I've never put myself out here before like this, ever. But the people here seem welcoming and have helped me understand a lot over my years of being a lurker here, so here goes nothing. So I was in the mood for a hold since I haven't had the chance due to being busy with work and school, this is the result after a few hours. Nothing spectacular, but it felt amazing to slowly just let go after a few weeks of being busy. Password is dp2001. It's untitled and untagged cause I'll be mortified if someone I know somehow finds this, I'm weird enough as is. Having to explain this video to a friend of mine isn't exactly in my priorities 😛 Anyways, that's all I got for now. If someone gets a kick out of this, that's honestly amazing. I know I've enjoyed many people's contributions around here, so here's to throwing a little bit more male content out there for those who want it. Take care 🤘
  4. AuthorFaust: Short little welcome to Faust's latest interactive! Faust intends on this being a lovely little fantasy story with little trouble one way or the other. One can expect a bit more focus on desperation and lightly silly lewd fun, compared to some hot and heavy scenes, so Faust hopes you can enjoy it anyways. ==================================================================================================================================== In the land of Fantalsia, there were tales of a legendary figure, that united all of the great heroes and heroines of the world to bring about absolute peace between all of the nations...... However, this was but a tale from ages past...Handed down from generation to generation, to foster hope among the people. You knew better, in your current age..... You were old enough to know of the dangers....Of the monsters that plagued the countryside. That there were dark forces afoot, aiming to send everything into disarray at any moment... Things the general populace could not handle.... But similarly, you knew of forces that could combat them.... People, who were blessed with a mysterious marking on their body... Those who had the potential... The potential, to be Heroes. You found yourself pressing into your own town's tavern, where those empowered to fight tended to congregate. Where you could find people who you could rally to your cause, and lead onwards, to victory! .... At least, that's how you always wanted to picture it. You yourself had no such blessing present on your body, and you weren't confident in your own abilities to battle.... But, you did have something that would no doubt make you invaluable..... Since you were young, you were born with special eyes.... Eyes that could read a person with but a gaze. Looking over, you could always find people who had been Empowered, a relative level of their power, their general class of skill, and occasionally a contextual answer to a given question you could have.... As far as you knew, there were no others who could gauge a person's abilities at a glance like you... And, you similarly had seen the differences in figures in much more than just physical appearances... You could pick apart the differences in a group of nearly-identical soliders. Which ones trained their strength a little more... Which ones had sprained an ankle, or were just a bit dumber than the others, without having to ask a single question... You could tell if a person was empowered to utilize magic, or if they were better with their hands than others.. You were the ultimate in scanning, and analyzing.... But, without anyone that trusted to your advice, and listened... You had felt you were but another villager to the higher levels of Heroes. You'd seen a few in levels reaching the Upper 20s pass you by without a second glance...And, the few that you saw in lower digits were either unaware of, or unwilling to utilize their powers, for fear of persecution, or simply lack of self-interest. This all would change today, you had told yourself. You would recruit a group of Empowereds, and make your way across the world..... To go on an adventure!.... ... Well, that was the plan, but you didn't have an actual goal in mind yet. You merely wanted to leave the town, and explore a bit....Test the waters, before you went traveling on an epic journey... You had your life savings in a bag at your side, along with a few supplies you had obtained. Some bedrolls, tents, and a few days of food and drink. You had a hundred gold pieces to your name, and were likely to have to utilize them in this Preliminary mission.... Recruiting your first Empowered. "Let's...see who's in here.." you said to yourself, before finally pushing the door to the tavern open... And glanced inside. ..... Immediately, figures came into view, of different shapes, and sizes come into view. Words, numbers, and details start to flood your view, before you lightly close your mind to it....Focusing instead on the basic details first..... A person's Level, Their Class, and...In this case, a possible, projected price they would charge you to investigate a nearby area. You could see a much more manageable set of numbers appear in your field of view...As you scanned the tavern's patrons. Sitting at a table with a flute of some kind, sits a male with forest green hair, and some muted brown clothes. Above him, is the word 'Bard' and 'Level: 2', with the price fluctuating..... Ordering at the bar, is a slender girl, with lime green hair, and a pointed black hat. You can see the words 'Mage' and 'Level 2' above her head, a '30' above her head as you turn some more.... Apologizing to the owner about something, is a girl with white hair, and a light blue haori... A kimono, that seems to stop just beneath her waistline... You can see a sword at her hip, and a flush on her face as she stammers out... [Blade] and [Level 1] above her head.....A fluctuating price above her head as well... Dealing cards among a group of unfamiliar figures is a woman with long, purple hair, and a generous physique. You can see a few of the others staring at her...sizable bust, but as you glance over, you see [Rogue] and [Level 5] above her head.....And a fluctuating price...but it stumbles above the triple digit mark........ "Hrm..." You'll be able to discern things better when you get closer to one of them.... The question is, who do you approach first? ================================================================================================================================== Choose wisely: Your First Empowered will be your most important. [Who do you approach first?] 1. The Level 2, Dark Green haired Male Bard [Price Fluctuates between 30 to 50 Gold] 2. The Level 2 Lime Green haired Female Mage [Price Fluctuates between 40 and 60 Gold] 3. The Level 1 Silver haired Female Blade [Price Fluctuates between 20 and 40 gold] 4. The Level 5 Purple Haired Female Rogue [Price Fluctuates from 90 to 500 Gold] 5. Sit around, and wait. [More people may show up....Or one may approach you] [Optional: Decide things about yourself] Gender: Are you a Boy, or a girl? Trait: Pick one of the following to have as a [Trait]. [Traits] are discovered by interacting with [Empowered], and may influence [Compatibility] with them. More Traits can be decided as your journey continues.... [Choose one from] [Royal]: A Runaway from Regality, you have a majestic aura about you that compels others to react more strongly to you! For better, and for worse... [Handy]: You're good with your hands, and as such, can maintain and utilize tools effectively for combat, and town-based activities. [Lewd]: You have a naughty mind that resonates well with other lewd minded individuals....But, makes you less appealing to those without the trait. [Gambler]: You love to gamble, and take risks. Higher amounts of payouts from bets, but also more likely to suffer more devastating losses. [Cute]: Your impeccable cuteness melts even the coldest of hearts! [Figuratively]. May lead to potential kidnappings by overzealous admirers of cute. [Outdoorsy]: You are good at doing things out in the open, such as starting campfires, or setting up tents. Are at a loss without materials, or in town areas. Gold: 100 Gold
  5. Hey, all! I've been away for a while, but I was recently struck with the idea to do some new content. The washing machine seemed like a fun, new, kinky place for some pee play, so I threw on a pair of briefs and tight shorts and got right to it! What follows is from the first part of my pissy session this evening. I'll post the other part if there's enough interest... 😉 (No nudity, but I do get a little kinky and wipe pee on my chest.) Enjoy! Aftermath angle shot: Thoroughly soaked from the front: And on the back, too. Do you like how they went kind of see-through? 😉 Stripped off! Check out how wet my undies are! naughty_shorts_pee.mp4
  6. "I think you should just pee your pants." I was pretty sure I couldn't possibly have heard her right. I said as much. "If you really need to go so badly you should probably just pee your pants." Camille reiterated. Fair enough. I had been complaining about needing to pee since the two of us had left the uni bar to walk back to my girlfriend's house. It must be getting on her nerves. But I did really need to pee! "Sorry. I'll stop complaining." I might have been a little snarky at her lack of sympathy. A full bladder doesn't correlate with a good mood. She stopped walking and looked me in the eye. "No dude. I'm serious. There isn't anywhere decent to pee till you get to my place. It's all houses, traffic, and no cover. If you are busting you should just pee in your pants. They're dark, it probably won't show." I didn't quite know what to say, "Um... I can hang on. I was just complaining 'cause it's really uncomfortable." She narrowed her eyes at me, "Right. So pee your pants. It's not a big deal. Better than being "really uncomfortable". I wet my pants all the time if I need to." I had been dating Camille for three or four months and I had never once seen her pee herself. And anyway, people don't pee their pants out of convenience. Maybe it's because she's French? Do French girls pee themselves a lot? Not likely. I decided she was pulling my leg. "No you don't!" "Sure I do. I just don't make a big deal about it. Remember when when we went to see Nine Months play in the Gardens last month? Did you see me drinking beer? Did you see me use the portapotties?" Honestly I hadn't thought about it. I guess if I had I would have just assumed she had a big bladder. It certainly didn't cross my mind that she'd been peeing herself. "Seriously?" "Yeah." She was vehement, "Portapotties are really gross." "So is peeing your pants though." "Not really. Urine is pretty much sterile." She said casually. "Hey. Tell you what, since I can see you are resistant, if I wet myself first then will you pee your pants?" "Sure Camille." I absolutely didn't think she'd do it. Remember I was still pretty sure she was just fucking with me and I was calling her bluff. Nope. The next thing I knew Camille was standing in a puddle. My beautiful twenty-year-old girlfriend just pissed herself in broad twilight all over a public footpath next to a moderately busy road. Not that anyone else would have noticed. Her ankle length skirt hid everything except her suddenly wet sandals and a decent sized pool of pee. "You just wet yourself!" I was in shock. She looked at me like I was stupid, "Yeah? Did you not think I was going to do the exact thing I said I was going to do? Your turn now." "I though you were kidding!" "You thought wrong." She winked at me. "Now pee. A promise is a promise." She was right. I had, unintentionally, made a promise. She wouldn't be pleased if I backed out... "I'm not sure I can. I've never peed myself on purpose before." Everything was moving pretty quickly at this point. How had I agreed to this? "It's not so hard. Not if you are desperate. Just relax, let it come, imagine you are using a toilet." I must have been desperate, and maybe a little drunk, because it really wasn't hard. One second my pants were dry, and the next a solid stream of pee was pouring down my left leg. I was surprisingly warm, and not really gross at all. For a moment I felt good about my decision and that Camille might have been on to something with her whole "pants wetting for convenience" philosophy. But then... "Camille! You said it wouldn't show!" I looked down at my pants in horror. She tried and failed to smother a laugh, "I was super wrong. I really thought it wouldn't! I'm so sorry." She didn't sound sorry. My dark blue jeans were nearly black where my pee had soaked into them. Somehow the contrast made the dry parts look lighter than usual. It was pretty noticeable. Camille found my horror hilarious. Through giggles she promised her housemate was out for the evening so we should just hurry back to her place and take a nice shower together. "I promise I'll make it up to you." she said in a voice that told me how exactly how she would make it up to me. I felt myself growing hard and decided that if Camille was involved maybe deliberate pants wetting might be something worth pursuing.
  7. I'm a diaper lover, have been for many years. Well today I decided to see what it's like to wet my pants without protection. I was on a roof painting top of house next door and had to pee. I was close to being done for the day and didnt want to climb down just yet. The urge grew and grew until I couldn't take it anymore so I just let it go while I was working. I figured I was on the roof so nobody could see, we'll I was wrong. I no more then finished and the mailman came by and being nice he said hi and that I was doing a good job, I was done peeing by then but it was still dripping. He didn't say anything about it or act weird so maybe he didn't notice. But o did have a neighbor on their balcony who clearly had her cell phone pointed at me, I think she took a pic so there's probably a a picture of me in wet shorts on the net now...
  8. KayLeigh

    The Bulge Diary

    Okay guys, here's my thread :D I know that a lot of people want to see more bulges, myself included, so here's a thread for exactly that. I'll try and upload my own photos once or twice a week, in different outfits and the like :) Also, everyone is welcome, male, female, anyone :) (Even cats, Rini) Rules of this thread; Feel free to post your own bulges; the more the merrier! However, please refrain from uploading photos you've found on the internet. I'm trying to encourage participation from the members on the site, so yeah. Anyway, to start our ball rolling, here's a photo I took a few days ago. Please enjoy my thread! xo Kay
  9. BlueWetter

    Morning pee

    Hi everyone! So last night was very warm and wet for me.. (Check out wetting experences) After all of my fluid intake, and resulting wetting, I put on a Depend brief stuffed with a Tena overnight pad.. Just in case I ended up letting my post orgasm pee go into it, before falling asleep.. I stayed dry all night, but felt the familiar fullness of my bladder once I woke up.. I obviously didn't move, and let go, right in bed... Once I began peeing, my body took over and I couldn't stop.. My padding held up, for 80% of my wetting.. The rest leaked out and got the bed wet... Good thing for a mattress protector ☺️
  10. peedespes02

    Men Pee Sitting Down

    I saw this article online and I though it was interesting. I pee siting down a lot at home. I dont know how many guys do ? Leave your comments below. http://www.menshealth.co.uk/healthy/is-it-normal-for-men-to-pee-sitting-down?utm_content=buffere19ee&utm_medium=social&utm_source=twitter.com&utm_campaign=buffer
  11. I'm curious about how a mommy or sitter and AB might play out the senerio below. Photos would be nice. The AB son is out of diapers, but sleeps on a protected bed. The son is dressed for bed. But he is playing or watching a DVD. Without thinking about the liquid content, the mommy let's him have some high liquid treats (soup, ice cream, gelatin etc). After a little time the mommy sends the AB to brush his teeth and use his potty chair. Then she takes him to his room and tucks him in. When the mommy checks on the AB, his soaked pajamas and bedding need changing.
  12. I'm baaaaaaaaaaaacccccccccck!!! Hey Everyone, For those of you who didn't see my last story (or forgot because it was months ago) I have writing experience, but I am pretty inexperienced when it comes writing omo. My last (and first) story didn't quite work with the omo aspect the way I wanted it to, so I was feeling stuck with trying to find a sequel for it. Instead, I created a brand new storyline! I may still go back to the other story at some point, but I am proud to give you this new work. As the tags suggest, it features sex. It is basically a sex story (another new thing for me) with omo thrown in for good measure. Like my last story, it is inspired by some stories I have seen on this site, but in categories that I feel are under-represented (but great stories!). As I said, this is my first attempt at writing a sex scene so if there's anyone who's done it before, or knows good stories like this for me to read, please give me feedback so that I can improve. As always, any criticism or ideas are greatly appreciated and I hope to keep this thread going for quite some time. Now, without further ado, enjoy 😀 P.S. I do quite envy Jason and aspire to be him one day 😅 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *RING RING RING* Abby slowly opened her eyes as her alarm clock blared on the nightstand. She blinked, trying to clear away the haze in her eyes. *RING RING RING* Abby felt around for the off button. There it was… almost… *RING* *CLICK* She smashed the off button before the alarm could go off for a third time. Annoyed, she rolled onto her side as a familiar ache made itself known in her stomach. She had to pee. Bad. Today, like most days she could remember, moments after waking up she felt an extreme urge to pee. On the days when she didn’t feel that need, it was because she had already wet the bed and when Abby wet the bed, it less of a drizzle and more of a downpour. You are likely wondering why Abby didn’t wear some kind of protection to bed. That is because, secretly or not-so-secretly, Abby rather enjoyed wetting herself. Abby suffered from an unlucky pairing of bladder traits. On one hand, she had a relatively large bladder. She could, at times, be out all day and not pee once before getting home. Meanwhile, for as long she could remember, she had had incontinence issues. Whenever she felt the need to go, she had only minutes before it was coming out. This was especially troublesome with her large bladder. Rather than simply suffering from small leaks, when Abby lost control, there was no hiding the damage. Nevertheless, Abby didn’t always accept her bladder’s limits, especially when there was something that occupied her attention. Today, was one of those days. As Abby rolled onto her side, she looked upon her boyfriend, Jason’s, face. Having been dating since she was a sophomore (Jason was a senior at the time), they were still in love, three years into their relationship. Abby was 18 and had recently graduated from high school and had, even more recently, moved into Jason’s apartment. Now that they were around each other more frequently, their relationship had become closer than ever. Jason had even been quietly making plans to propose. Abby was gazing at his face, wondering how or why she was lucky enough to have someone like him. They had met in the drama department, when one of his friends had won a bet, forcing him to audition for the upcoming musical. Abby, who was a frequent in the department, was instantly in love, or in “high school” love, that is. She found him incredibly attractive, as did almost every girl at the school, making Abby feel even more lucky, for having been the one to win the prize. Abby’s bladder throbbed hard, reminding her of her need, and to spare the bed, as well as prolong the struggle which was starting to make her throb in other ways, she shoved one hand into her pussy and gripped, trying to hold in the gallons of piss that were trying to escape from their night of captivity. In this desperate process of keeping her panties (she only slept in panties) dry, she accidentally shook the bed, waking up Jason. Jason, who was not yet awake enough to realize what was going on, reached one arm over Abby and pulled her closer to him. Abby, getting increasingly turned on, as well as increasingly wet keeping herself dry, didn’t resist. Jason was by now fully, or almost fully awake. He realized how desperately Abby needed to piss by the tense, furrowed expression on her face, and his erection went from morning wood to throbbing with anticipation. While Abby enjoyed feeling the desperation to pee, and the eventual wetting as well, Jason practically lived for it. He would challenge her at times to hold it and she, loving both the challenge as well as the competition, often agreed. Their sex life wasn’t limited to pee play, although it was certainly entwined. With their bodies up against each other, Jason guided Abby to flip over so that she was facing away from him. They were both breathing heavily, wanting what was coming, but not wanting it to be over. In position, Jason first leaned his head in, not quite getting to her face before stopping and lightly biting her neck. She closed her eyes and began writhing in pleasure. Jason wasn’t about to let her get away. He reached an arm over her curvy, sexy, delicious body and worked his hand down from her stomach to her bladder, pausing for a moment to push slightly on the bulge that had formed before grabbing it and squeezing. “Oh g-god Jason, I’m about to fucking p-piss,” Abby gasped between staggered breaths. Her writhing, which only a moment ago had been caused by intense sexual pleasure, was now increased by the imminent flood that would surely erupt from her pussy any moment. Her hands had never left her crotch after being plunged there to hold her pee, but she now found herself rubbing as well. She realized that by now, a squirt or two wouldn’t even be noticeable with how wet she was already. Jason, for his part, knew how to work her and push all the right buttons. His hand left her poor bladder and went right into her panties, pushing Abby’s hands out of the way and he began vigorously rubbing her clit. Once again, her writhing doubled, and she almost screamed with pleasure. Her clit and vulva were swollen and already glistening with wetness. She was panting like an animal and Jason’s state was similar, although he retained control of the situation. “You like that, don’t you,” Jason asked, slowly whispering into her ear. A loud moan was the only response he got. Abby wasn’t the only one swollen. Jason felt like his dick would soon burst with cum, but he wanted to prolong the situation a bit longer. Abby was grinding hard into his hand and he knew that she was close to cumming, herself. He also knew that with her bladder, whenever she came, she pissed uncontrollably. With the load she was holding at the moment, it would be like Hoover Dam erupting, in a golden flood of piss and womanly juices. He had seen it happen many times before. “I-I’m… I-I’m g-g-gonna…” Abby was trying to say something, but couldn’t form a sentence. Jason knew exactly what she was trying to say. In one motion, Jason rolled onto his back, picked Abby up and laid her on top of him. Although she wasn’t much help in her current state, Abby tried to not be dead weight. Jason picked up Abby once again and, while dropping her down facing toward him, thrust his dick hard into her. They both groaned loudly as each had a powerful orgasm. Jason pumped in and out while his cum sprayed into Abby’s waiting pussy. The loudest sound of all, perhaps, was the hiss of Abby releasing her pent-up piss balloon all over Jason and the bed. The walls were not even fully spared as her piss sprayed wildly. Even after Jason finished his thrusts, Abby was still grinding and pissing away. When her stream died down, she forced out the last few squirts, watching them land on Jason’s already drenched chest. Exhausted, Abby collapsed on top of Jason, enjoying feeling her pee all over him, a thin layer of wetness separating their bodies. They each spent a minute or so, catching their breath after the morning’s unexpected workout. Abby kissed her boyfriend, showing her satisfaction with how things had gone. “I love you,” she said. “What do you want to do today?” He gave her a smirk before answering. “Well,” he replied, “I’m not sure. But I don’t think you’re going pee again for... a while.” Abby’s eyes lit up and she kissed him again, hard. They both thought that was a lovely way to start a day.
  13. View File Desperation & Wetting After 2 Liters & 2 Hours Recorded a couple videos from my hold tonight. I drank 2 liters of water and I was able to hold it just over 2 hours before I lost control. Sorry for the poor quality, my webcam sucks.. I have a better one, just have to find it. Submitter DaveGAZ Submitted 07/13/2018 Category Desperation Clothing Shorts  
  14. diokno44x

    female Party Pooper 2

    So, this occurred in 2nd Grade, I was about 7 years old, and I was attending the birthday party of one of my friends at SJV. It wasn't an overtly formal affair, I mean, most birthday parties aren't, I just wore a nice pair of shorts, brown I think they were, oddly fitting in this scenario, and one of those short-sleeved button-down shirts, I also had on my then latest pair of glasses, a blue framed pair if I recall correctly. I had changed out of the only Pull-Up I had of the day, and my mom was busy with her work so my friend, let's call him Adan, had offered to drop me off at my house after the party if she still wasn't off work. As I was bouncing on Adan's trampoline with him and a few other kids, it was then my lack of a "safety net" as twere, came to bite me in the ass. You see, I had eaten quite a bit before the party, and during, and that was starting to catch up with me. I felt a shifting in my gut like a brown sandstorm was raging in my bowels. Rubbing my gurgling gut, I bounced a bit slower, clenching my butt cheeks. I got off, deciding to try and find a quiet place to either do my dooty, or find the bathroom. As I let out the occasional toot, Adan's dog, whose name I never learned, and if I did, I can't remember what her name was, followed, whether cause of the smell, or cause she was wondering who this kid was. Anyway, after asking Adan's mom where the bathroom was, after a bit moments of stopping to try and gain back what control I had, I eventually made my way toward it. However, as I was crossing the outdoor area into the main house, I felt my control begining to slip. Going behind a nearby bush, and realizing I didn't even have the time to slide my shorts down, I did what I could to minimize the damage. Pulling one of the pant legs towards my butt was closely as possible, I let go. Poo rushed out of my butt, most of it sliding out the leg hole onto the ground below, the rest piling it my pants. With only a slight waddle, I grabbed some napkins, and went into the bathroom. Taking off my shorts, I dumped what pooped remained into the toilet, and wiped the dirtied area, as well as my butt and a bit of my leg, off. Washing my hands, and flushing, I pulled my shorts back on, and went back to playing.
  15. Version 1.0.0

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    Recorded a couple videos from my hold tonight. I drank 2 liters of water and I was able to hold it just over 2 hours before I lost control. Sorry for the poor quality, my webcam sucks.. I have a better one, just have to find it.

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  16. when you watch a desperation video do you like more when the person in the video gives up and pees on the floor, outdoor, in the sink or in any other place or ending up peeing themself ? I like more when they pee somewhere else, is more realistic and credible when they act well
  17. Version 1.0.0

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    *WARNING! Mixed bag!* This is a somewhat new video I found on Youtube. Most of these are fear wetting, not simple incontinence, but I decided to leave the original title alone. The person who posted it failed to name the anime these clips came from, so no we all get to play detective. They got good taste though. Scenes 2, 4 and 5 have multiple wetting scenes throughout their series. I've gone ahead and listed all the scenes I recognize but if anyone knows the names of these other scenes, let me know. 1. ??? 2. The Qwaser of Stigmata 3. Chaos;Child 4. Grisaia no Kajitsu 5. Prison School 6. Ikkitousen 7. ??? 8. Masou Gakuen HxH 9. ??? 10. ???

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  18. BlueWetter

    female A Soaking wet road trip

    Hi everyone! I had quite the experience last night! I don't think I have peed so much in a very long time I took a planned road trip yesterday.. My destination is about three hours one way from home. On the drive up, I filled up with 24 oz of lemonade and only let about 8oz of pee go into a empty bottle.. I held the rest. Before my return trip, I stopped for dinner and purposely drank three glasses of iced tea with my meal.. I totally skipped the bathroom. My ultimate goal was to pee my pants, and boy did I... Once out to the truck, I drove to a semi private corner of the parking lot and made makeshift seat protection.. I used items on hand. Since it's a work vehicle, I had more than normal.. I put down a layer of plastic sheeting,, a plastic shopping bag, a few napkins and finally, an old towel.. I had a very good friend who's also into Omo along for the ride.. She ended up wetting too, but it's not my story to tell... So, she came up with the idea that upon passing every rest area sign along the interstate, I was to push out a spurt. Other than that, I had to hold it... I was successful for the first three rest areas.. The fourth one was too far away, and I began having an accident... Once I reached the fourth rest area, I just let go and soaked my shorts I actually drank enough that I had to pee again before getting home.. No need holding it, I was already drenched.. I ended up peeing two more times, about four to eight seconds each time.. I got home and was totally soaked! Most of the front of my shorts, my entire butt and backs of my legs, and even my t shirt got wet, absorbing wetness up to my belly button...Here's a few pics!
  19. Lonzo30

    female Single Black guy

    I'm a single black guy that's into peeing n wetting, Any Girls on here that likes African American wetting?💦😌
  20. heartkitten13

    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.
  21. melontakeout

    female 24 Hour Toliet Ban

    I’m alone for a couple days this week so I decided to do a 24 hour toilet ban to really push myself! I’ve never been as full as I was today but I wanted to hold it for as long as possible. I woke up around 8 am with a small urge. Normally I would have used the bathroom but I ignored my need. I pulled on some cotton shorts and a sweatshirt and I went about the house doing some housework and computer stuff. By 3 pm I had drank a couple glasses and I was shifting in my office chair, at about an 8/10. I tried to start a holding challenge but I didn’t make it very far before deciding I should pace myself. About 20 minutes later, I was pacing around my room in an attempt to hold it in. My waistband felt tight against my bulging bladder, and I couldn’t sit still. Another 5 minutes passed and I had leaked, just barely, as I sat in my chair. I was getting so desperate my legs kept fanning. I laid down and all I could think about is how bad I had to piss. I stood up to try to get comfortable and my bladder convulsed, it was so full it was cramping. I wiggled, trying to hold everything in but it just kept leaking out. The first leak was 2 seconds. It felt so good to let a little out, I wanted to let out more but I held on tight. The second leak was 5 seconds. I bit my lip, stomping my feet and gripping at my shorts in an attempt to keep it in. The next leak was 10 seconds, and my bladder felt a sharp pang. I tried to relax to let it out but my body was too set on holding. I squirmed and tried to get comfortable to let everything release, but my body would only let out small leaks involuntarily. For the first time in my life I couldn’t control my bladder. I sat back in my chair, frustrated that I could let everything out and decided to try holding again. Every time I leaked and thought my bladder felt semi empty, it would fill again. I stood up again and the dam absolutely broke. I rushed to the bathroom to wet on the tiled floor, leaking the entire way. I couldn’t stop it, even if I wanted to. (But I didn’t want to, it felt so good to let go) I stood in front of the toilet, wetting myself and soaking my shorts. It felt amazing, but my body stopped about half way through and I stopped peeing, again. Right now I’m sitting in my wet shorts waiting for them to dry, my bladder still pretty full. I’m sipping water so I can get desperate again. Only another 12 hours or so until I can use the toilet again, but until then I’ll stay in these wet shorts as punishment for wetting myself.
  22. Just wondered if anyone wants to share situations where they have witnessed people very desperate to piss in public places? one of my best memories happened a few years ago on a summer Friday evening at about 7pm I got off the underground train at Highgate station (London Uk) along with many other people. I noticed an attractive man (late twenties) running along the platform trying to push his way through the crowds of people , he headed for the rear exit from the station which lead to a path next to some woods which led up to a road, i then noticed that he was no longer running but hobbling bent forwards- I overheard somebody ask him whether he was ok? He replied that he was looking for a toilet!! The next moment he jumped over the fence and headed into the woods- I genuinely think he was on the verge of wetting his pants 😏
  23. Ron squirmed slightly in his seat as McGonagall announced free study. Damn! Normally, Ron would appreciate it, but McGonagall’s free study rules state that if anyone talked or even raised their hand, she would assume that they couldn’t keep busy, and she would assign something really brutal for everyone in the class. He didn’t want to be blamed for THAT (again) but... bloody hell! He had to pee! But he could hold it, surely. He was a 6th year, after all. And Lavender was in this class, not to mention Malfoy, the git of all gits. Yes, holding it was the only option. He would NOT pee himself in front of his girlfriend or Malfoy. A half an hour later, he wasn’t as positive. Fanning his legs a bit when McGonagall wasn’t looking, he was close to needing to grip his cock in order to keep it in, and he’d be as loony as Luna before he grabbed himself like that in class! He HAD to keep it in! A tap on his left shoulder startled him, and he bit down a curse as he did what he just swore he would never do to keep it in. Sucking air through clenched teeth, he saw that it was Hermione next to him. Shit. Not now. He’d rather have Lavender witness this than her. Not that he’d ever admit it. “What?” he hissed. Hermione smiled innocently. “Nothing. You just look a little uncomfortable, is all.” She whispered, making sure McGonagall didn’t catch her talking in class. Then she’d lose the points she got last class. “I’m fine, okay? Besides, I thought you were ignoring me because I chose Lavender over you!” She flinched back from him, her face burning. She dropped her eyes back to her paper. Ron immediately felt terrible. He would apologize after class. He was just in so much bloody pain right then! “You have one more hour until the end of class, students!” called McGonagall from her desk. Ron gasped as his bladder protested. An hour? He didn’t even know if he was going to last for 10 more minutes! He slipped his hand underneath his desk and grabbed his crotch, desperate to keep from embarrassing himself. Little did Ron know that Hermione had kept watching him after he turned around, and that she knew exactly what was wrong. For Merlin’s sake, she had watched him guzzle down about a day’s worth of water in one go right before class started. What did he expect was going to happen, especially right before a double period? But this was too good to miss. Screw losing points, he was going to pay for his little remark. Merlin knew she could earn back any points she may lose. Taking out her wand, she waved in toward the rest of the class and mumbled, “Muffliato.” Satisfied that she performed the spell correctly, she spoke to Ron in a normal voice. “I know what your problem is, Won-Won.” she announced mockingly. “Shut up!” Ron hissed, his face flaming as red as his hair. Hermione had to struggle so she wouldn’t let on how cute she thought he looked right now, with his face beet red, and his legs twisted around his hand, which was wringing his penis in sheer desperation. “I thought you didn’t approve of that spell anyway?” he groaned as he fended off another wave. “Times change.” smirked Hermione. “You’re going to pay for that little remark you made a few minutes ago.” She smiled wider as Ron’s expression turned fearful. He knew she wasn’t messing around. “All right, I’m sorry!” Hermione snorted. “No, I’m serious! As soon-ugh- as the words were-ugh-out of my mouth- ooh- I wanted to take them back! You didn’t deserve-oh- that.” He doubled over in his seat 4 times during that. “Oooooohhhhhh just let me pee and I’ll do anything you want!” Hermione was confused. Ron NEVER sounded sincere when forced to apologize, even when it was in his best interest to sound so. But he did right now. “Well, all right. I forgive you.” she informed him, like it was a big surprise. She always forgave him, because she loved- NO! She couldn’t think like that! She had already been hurt enough by him. “But I don’t know how you’re going to get out of this one. There’s still an hour left.” Ron face contorted in a painful grimace. “I’m not gonna be able to hold it, Hermione!” he whined in desperation. “I’m gonna pee myself in front of everyone and worse, you-“He stopped abruptly, turned, if possible, a darker red than before. Hermione’s expression softened as she looked at him. “W-wouldn’t it be worse if Lavender saw it? She’s your girlfriend, not me.” She tried not to sound sad or bitter at that. “Only-ugh- only because she’s the only-oooooohhhhhh- the only one who ever liked me, ugh, like that.” If only you knew, Hermione thought sadly. But all she said was, “What can I do to help?” “Well,” Ron hesitated. “I’ll do anything.” “I-I can’t grip it right. Somebody else probably could, though.” “Grip wha- oh.” Hermione felt her face burning as it hit her. Ron sucked in a breath as he felt himself lose it for two seconds, pee shooting into his boxers. “Hurry, just do it!” he cried. Hermione slipped her hand into Ron’s pants, eyeing McGonagall as she did so. McGonagall didn’t seem to notice. The Prince’s spell still seemed to be working. She grabbed Ron’s penis through his boxers and gripped it hard. She noticed it was already quite damp. It was obvious he wasn’t going to last much longer. As she looked up at him nervously, she realized he was blushing again. “Yeah, I-I already kind of...” “It’s okay,” she whispered. “I’m not going to judge you. I’m here to help.” “I thought you were mad at me.” he mumbled. “I was, but... you have bigger problems at the moment. Besides, there’s no doubt you’ll pee me off again soon enough.” Ron chuckled, then winced at the pain that followed. “Yeah, all that’s true enough.” Suddenly, he looked guilty. “Hermione?” “Mmm?” Hermione mumbled, trying not to concentrate too much on how hot this situation was right now. “I’m sorry. For everything. Thank you for this.” “No problem.” She said shyly. She looked up at the clock. “One minute to go, Ron! I’m going to lift the spell now.” Then she did just that. Ron groaned as anticipation made him pee for another 2 seconds. He didn’t think he had ever blushed this much in his life. And with his family, that’s saying something. “S-Sorry.” he muttered. Hermione felt her hand dampen as Ron lost it again. “No. It’s okay. You can’t help it right now.” she whispered back. Secretly, she found Ron hot when he was this vulnerable. But she would believe in Crumple-Horned Snorkacks before she told him that. “Class dismissed!” McGonagall’s voice made both of them jump, but only one of them spurted another second of pee into their boxers. As all the students gathered their things and started out the door, Hermione realized she would have to let go. “Hey, Ron? I’m gonna have to let go. You ready?” He groaned in frustration, but nodded reluctantly. “One... two... three!” She let go, and Ron hissed and grabbed himself again as he felt himself lose it once more. By this time, his trousers had a wet spot the size of an apple. Hermione looked up to realize the only people left in the room were Professor McGonagall, Lavender, and... she groaned. Malfoy. And they were all staring at them. Or more specifically, staring at Ron losing his battle with his bladder. “Won-Won?” Lavender asked uncertainly. Ron jumped out of his seat at this, trying to look natural. Unfortunately, the sudden movement jolted his bladder. “Nonononono!!! Not here. Not now. Pleeeeeeease....” he moaned in desperation, but it was no use. His tortured bladder exploded, flooding his pants and the area around him. He closed his eyes in shame, and Hermione glared at Malfoy, her wand out, daring him to say something. But it wasn’t Malfoy who reacted first. Oh, EWWW!” screeched Lavender. “Ronald Weasley, you can’t even hold your pee for ONE class? That’s it, we are so over. And I swear to Merlin, the whole school is gonna know about this. I wouldn’t wish you on my worst enemy!” Hermione made to hex the bitch, but someone else got to her first. And it wasn’t Professor McGonagall. “Obliviate!” Malfoy’s voice rang out. Lavender’s expression relaxed and Professor McGonagall sprang into action. Grabbing Lavender’s arm, she led her out of the classroom, and shut the door softly behind her to give her students their privacy. Hermione looked at Malfoy in amazement, while Ron was still lost in his mortification. Did Malfoy, the boy who had tormented them with unrestrained glee for almost 6 years straight, just help them out? Or did he just want to be the one who spread it around school? Draco stared back. “Don’t worry. This will stay between us.” “Why?” Hermione asked coldly. “What reason could you possibly have to keep it quiet? Blackmail opportunities?” Draco seemed to consider her for a moment. Flushing slightly, he replied, “It happened to me once. I know how it feels and it’s not fun. My father sent me to Muggle school for a year so I could observe first-hand-” he broke off, hesitating, before continuing, “-why Muggles are so inferior compared to us.” He broke off again, seeming to expect a reprimand. When none came, he continued. “I was ten at the time, and the teachers thought us old enough to be able to wait until the end of class. To make a long story short, I ended up wetting myself worse than Weasley here just did. I never got a break from any of the Muggles. I was tormented just as much from the teachers as I was from the students. Of course, my father wasn’t too pleased with me either, but when he saw that the experience taught me what he wanted me to learn, he let off.” He stared intently at Hermione. “I had my own reason for hating anyone connected with Muggles. It was never my father’s influence. The reason he sent me there was because I questioned his beliefs. Since then, I had no reason to question them again-until now. I saw the way you were ready to defend Weasley from anyone who dared say anything- even if that person was from your own House, your own dorm. Maybe- maybe Muggle-Borns aren’t so bad after all.” Malfoy said this last part bitterly, like it couldn’t matter now, even if he wanted it to. He turned to go, and then stopped abruptly. “Oh, and Granger?” he called over his shoulder. “If that story is ever made public knowledge, I will personally make sure each of your lives will be a living hell to the day you all die. Got it?” “Perfectly.” she replied, hiding a smile. Who knew? Malfoy actually had a heart! Suddenly, she heard a whimper next to her. She looked over to see Ron, still soaked, with humiliated tears running down his cheeks. Hermione pointed her wand at him dried his clothes with a nonverbal spell. Then she performed Scorgify to get rid of the chemicals in urine that wasn’t pure liquid. Waving her wand once more, she Vanished the puddle around him. “I’m s-so s-sorry, Herm-Hermione.” Ron sobbed. “I’m s-so embarrassed! I c-can’t believe that I d-did that in front of y-you! That’s n-never happened before, I swear.” Smiling mischievously, Hermione threw her arms around Ron’s neck and surprised him with the most passionate kiss she had ever bestowed on anyone. “Nobody will ever know except you, me, and Malfoy.” “W-What?” It took him a few minutes to come back to reality. Once he did, he gasped. “Malfoy saw this? I’m dead!” Hermione looked at him in confusion. “You didn’t hear him?” Ron shook his head slowly. “No, I was lost in thoughts about how I was going to ask Moaning Myrtle if I could live with her after I offed myself, actually.” Smothering an amused laugh at that, she said, “Well, never mind then. The important thing is, Lavender memory was modified, and Malfoy... well, he and I have a deal. He won’t tell anyone.” “Right.” Ron snorted sarcastically, back to his old self. “And you’re in love with me, too.” At that, Hermione laughed outright. “Well, miracles do happen from time to time!” With that, Hermione yanked an astonished Ron to her and snogged him senseless. ((Any constructive criticism? This is my first story!))
  24. There's only been two events in my life where I've come so close to having an accident that I actually wet myself a bit. (This is obviously excluding the one time I actually did genuinely lose control of my bladder around 5.) Here I will relate the first 'close call,' though ultimately whether this constitutes as an accident or as a close call is up to you. To me, it is a bit of both. I was in grade school at the time, so I couldn't have been older than 11 or 12. I went to camp with a friend, stayed with him in the same cabin and even had some of the same activities together. He was the only reason I made it in, since I was a year or two below their minimum age. I've always been a tiny bit shy, nothing major, but being the youngest kid there made me a bit more bashful, especially in any situation that involved a lot of kids. Well, on the last day of camp we had a big ritual to commemorate our time there. There was a crazy amount of hype surrounding it from both the counselors and the other, more experienced kids. I remember a good amount of organizing, confusion, and time leading up to the actual start of it—namely, the bonfire. Plenty of kids were complaining about how long it was taking, about how they didn't want to wait until nightfall for it to begin. I didn't mind, though, we had snacks in the meantime, and I was enjoying my soda. So much so that I had a second, and chased that with some water. When the bonfire was finally lit, they lined all of us up and led us out into the field to sit around it. At this point, I'd been too shy to go use the toilet, so I kind of had to pee. It wasn't bad, but I could feel it. I was starting to regret all that soda. But hey, no big deal, right? I could just ask to go pee any time. Sure, we were pretty far away from any facilities and it was night, but it was only an open field, and I'd never truly be out of sight. No problem. But then, between instructions and directions for the incoming kids, there was the announcement that there would be no bathroom breaks until the end of the ceremony. Not just until the end of the bonfire, but the entire ceremony. I wasn't even aware there was anything after the bonfire, since they'd deliberately kept everything a secret and had told the senior campers to do the same. They'd wanted it to be a surprise for the first years, and while some of it had slipped out—like the bonfire—they had been mostly successful. Successful enough to surprise me, at least. I waited for that one voice to append that there were no bathrooms unless it was an emergency, but... that voice never came. They told us multiple times, each with increasing annoyance that nobody could go. At this point, I was getting nervous, and the nervousness was making it both harder to hold and making my bladder fill faster. I kicked my leg a bit, the growing pressure in my lower stomach a constant annoyance now. During the bonfire, I remembered telling one of the female counselors that I had to pee. She asked me if it was an emergency and explained that if I couldn't wait, she'd have to get someone to escort me to the nearest bathroom. She told me, however, that it wouldn't be much longer, maybe ten more minutes. I told her nevermind. I was a bit worried, but I didn't want to disgrace myself with the theatrics. After all, I was a 12 year old boy—I could hold it a little longer, surely ten more minutes at least? Honestly, I was just being paranoid I'd piss my pants again. I spent the next ten minutes thinking about how dumb it was that I needed an escort on the camp. I also thought about how dumb it was that there was no plan in case someone had to go, and about how they'd given us absolutely no way to plan ahead of time to avoid this exact scenario. I spent the ten minutes after that wondering how much longer the bonfire was going to be, and the five minutes after that wondering why she'd lied to me. When the bonfire finally ended, if I wasn't 'dying,' then I wasn't far from it. My bladder was definitely full. So full that I was reminded of it every other second. So full my legs had grown close together and they'd kicked up and down in desperate anticipation. So full I'd considered multiple times asking one of the counselors or admins to escort me to the bathroom. Too full to be squirming around in a field with a camp full of older boys all around me. We lined up, which took an obnoxious amount of time, but it was indeed a camp full of unruly boys. Then we walked back at a mind-numbingly slow speed. I'd hoped deep down they'd take us back to our cabins afterward, but we were heading for the cafeteria now. At least there are bathrooms there, I thought. At this point, standing up to walk almost made me leak, and every step made my body echo with the urge. But I'd make it. I'd walk in that bathroom and take one of the longest and most satisfying pisses of my life... but I wouldn't piss my pants and that's what mattered. They led us to just outside the cafeteria, under the attached pavilion. They sat us down in a big circle, and I eyed the outside bathrooms every chance I got. When I saw the first kid make a dash for it, my heart lept. I remember thanking God that I didn't have to hold it until the end of the ceremony after all, because I was really beginning to wonder if I could or not. A few other kids did this, and finally a counselor came and told us the bathrooms were off limits until the end. My heart sank at first, and I remember thinking about how this was absolute madness and hating myself for not going sooner, but I saw another kid talking to an admin a few minutes later. He made a dash for the toilet. Then another kid. And then some kids who didn't even ask to go. I was relieved that the rule wasn't being enforced. I didn't want to be one of the 'bad' kids who just up and walked to the toilet in sheer defiance, so I put my hand in the air and waited extremely patiently for one of the counselors to finally take notice of me and come over. When one did, I politely asked to use the bathroom, and was denied. In shock, I asked why, since the other kids were going. I was told they weren't supposed to be, and would probably get in trouble for it. I was told it was almost over anyway, and that was the end of that. The moment the counselor walked away, I immediately regretted not insisting on it, telling him it was an emergency and that I couldn't wait. But I'd been too shocked. I'd been so ready for a yes that the no left me flabbergasted, and that combined with my natural shyness and young age made me clam up. So I sat there in the circle, my face getting hot from how badly I had to piss. I was sitting criss-cross like everybody else, which was an easier position to hold it in, but all the benefits of it were getting overshadowed by the last bits of soda making its way through me, and by how exhausted my full bladder was. I kept looking back at the toilet, debating on whether or I should put my hand up and do the right thing, to insist it was an emergency regardless of how embarrassing that would be to do, or to just get up and go and hope nothing was done about it. Finally, when I reached my limit and felt like I was dangerously close to leaking, when I felt my hand getting ready to jut up into the air, the last candle was lit, laid out, and we were told to stand. I was overwhelmed with a lot of different emotions in the following moments. There was the feeling of doubt that I'd been too slow, that I was too late; the feeling of anticipation and hope that they'd either dismiss us or lead us back to our cabins; then there was the shock of standing. I could barely keep it in while sitting down; I'd felt it on edge the entire time, to the point I'd been fearing a single sneeze would have meant damp briefs, but with my stomach tight now and all my piss being pulled downward, it took everything I had to keep from just pissing my shorts right there. We walked around a bit and looked at the candles, admiring how they spelled out the name of the camp—though at this point I wasn't capable of doing much admiring. And then finally, when that was done, we were lined up and led back to our cabins. But of course it couldn't be that simple. We had to keep stopping at every cabin, so all the kids could be pulled from the line and situated and accounted for before we would move forward again. My cabin was close to the back. I was leaning forward now. I wasn't sure how obvious it was, but I had a hand in my pocket to help hold out for the last stretch. The kid behind me asked me if I had to piss. I admitted I did. He told me he did too, and the kid in front of me agreed. I was happy they were being nice, and that helped relieve my fears a bit, but it was embarrassing I had to go so bad that I couldn't hide it, and I was terrified I was actually going to lose control for the first since I was 5—and that a lot of people were going to see it happen. As we moved closer to my cabin, I start having waves of desperation. They were getting worse and worse, and finally I had one that made my muscles flinch, and the moment they relaxed, a momentary line of piss dribbled out into my briefs. I'd actually leaked. Not from sneezing or from laughing, nor was it leftover piss from having peed earlier. I actually pissed a little because my bladder was too full. And there was nothing stopping more from coming soon. This was no tiny amount, either. It was no 'burst,' but it was enough so that piss leaked through my briefs and through the liner of my pockets, coating my fingers in my own shockingly warm urine. When I released my wet crotch, I could actually rub my fingers together and feel the piss. I'd actually peed through my underwear. It was a strangely ticklish thought, tantalizing in some deep, difficult to understand way, but an overwhelmingly horrifying concept all the same.. I managed to hold it until we got to the cabin without another leak. Of course the first thing my shy, young self had to hear was about how badly my other four bunk-mates had to piss. So while one dashed for the toilet, one lined up, and the other two went to their beds and waited patiently. I went to my bed and did the same. The whole time I sat there I felt my muscles tensing and relaxing, tensing and relaxing. If I wasn't extremely careful, I'd not only leak, but I'd full force piss my pants, all over my bed. On one hand I was no longer around 'trillions' of older boys, but on the other, I was around the kids I'd be spending the rest of my camp time with, one of which was the friend who'd gotten me in here, who would always have this memory etched into his mind. To him, I wouldn't just be the poor, anonymous kid who pissed his shorts at camp; I'd be the friend next door who 'pissed himself that one time.' The first kid finished, and then the second, and then like an idiot I waited for the third. By all rights I should have been right along with them complaining when we walked in the door. I should have told them that if I didn't get to go first, I was going to fucking explode. By all rights I should have told them I was leaking, made a dash for that toilet, and pissed without even closing the door. Buuuut, I waited. I regretted the third, and sat there not sure if I was going to make it. Not sure if I'd be able to hold it until I stood, and not sure if I'd be able to hold it when I stood. So when the third came out, I walked toward the door before the fourth had a chance to go. Actually, I think I moved toward the door before he even opened it, that I actually stood there for a few desperate, clutch moments waiting for him to emerge. I was truly at my limit now. Whether or not I had an accident actually hinged on whether or not this other boy came out in time. It was literally up to him if I pissed my pants or not. When it was finally my turn, I slid inside, closed the door calmly, whipped around toward the toilet and darted toward it. Piss began dribbling out of me. In the second it took for me to make it to the toilet, the dribbling turned into a delicate stream that rapidly warmed my briefs. I undid the button of my shorts with deft, desperate hands, lowered my shorts and briefs the bare minimum needed, and then pulled out my already pissing privates If I had managed to get my thing out before I'd started pissing full speed, then it is safe to say it was pissing full speed the moment that stream was hitting the toilet water. The euphoria of that moment defied words. I could hear them talking about me outside the bathroom, about how fast I'd started pissing and about how I must have 'really needed to go' and how I should have said something. I blushed at this, as well as from other things. I looked down and saw the large wet patch in my briefs. It extended down below my testicles, further than I could see from my current angle. I could also feel fresh dampness down by my thighs, further than my briefs extended. When I finished pissing, I pulled my wet underwear back up and shuddered as the large wet stain pressed cold against my warm flesh. Then I pulled up my pants and felt the slightest wetness against the sides of my legs. I examined the brown shorts. They were a tiny bit wet by the thighs and there was a droplet or two that had extended down a leg, but fortunately that wouldn't be visible in the dark cabin. I managed to make it back to my bed without anybody knowing—though I'm sure they suspected at least a bit. Every step remained me of what had happened, and every time I moved in bed that night I felt wet cotton rub against my genitals. I feel asleep wondering how things could have gone. About what would have happened if I'd drank a bit more water or, god forbid, another soda. About what would have happened if I'd sneezed or if I'd been pushed by somebody. Most of my thoughts, I reasoned, would have ended well. That if I'd drank more, for instance, I'd have had to go worse, and would have been more pushy to piss when we were sitting in the circle. One of the worst case scenarios I pictured—that was still within reason—was the third boy taking extra long in the bathroom. I wondered how bad an extra second would have been. An extra two seconds. If he'd been in there an extra ten, would I have lost control in front of the door? I shifted again and felt the cold moisture of my briefs rub against me. I told myself I'd almost pissed myself, that it'd been a 'close call,' but I knew deep down a close call didn't do it justice. Every time I moved I was reminded of the truth. I'd lost control of my bladder and basically had an accident at camp. I'd just been lucky enough to get away with it.
  25. A long time ago, I started a story called Thieves and it was one of those that I failed to complete. After so much time went by, I was convinced that no one was interested in this anymore, but I discovered that this was not true at all. I want to warn everyone who clicks on this that some of the content from the original story was dark, so if BDSM and humiliation is not for you, then please move on because I do not want you to read something that will be upsetting for you. There is also a tag for male content, since the first part of this tale had some in the last few chapters that were posted. Here is a link to the story if you have not read it before or if you would like to refresh your memory. With all of that being said, thank you @Foxlover for helping me out with brainstorming and coming up with ideas for this. Your interest in this also helped a lot as well. I also want to thank you @JTeam_, for your enthusiastic encouragement. It showed me that there was still interest in this. My goal is to update this every Sunday, but if I can't make that deadline, then I'll let everybody know. Now, without further ado, let's see what it takes for Natalie and Shelly to get out of this seemingly hopeless situation. *** Thieves 2 As the Snow Flies Prologue With the curtain pulled shut and the hot water flowing down on her, Natalie was happy to be alone with Shelly again. She put her arms around her dear friend, who then did the same for her. They both needed to wash up, after having covered each other with their bodily fluids, during the wild sexual encounter they had just shared. For now, they only wanted to hold each other. Natalie felt safe, with Shelly’s naked body pressed up against hers beneath the flow of the steamy shower. After everything they had endured since Jake led them into the spider’s web, it was a pleasant feeling. “I can’t believe it,” Natalie whispered into Shelly’s ear. “I can’t believe that I didn’t get punished.” Shelly kissed Natalie’s neck and gently rubbed her back. “I know. I can’t believe that any of this happened.” From outside of the bathroom, Natalie could still hear the occasional crack of a whip, while the sick bastard that handed them over continued to receive his due punishment. The shower was loud enough to block out most of it, but what little she could hear, still provided her with the satisfaction that he was getting what he deserved. Shelly reached for the shelf hanging from the showerhead and grabbed a washcloth. She held it under the flowing water and reached for a bar of soap. “I’m glad I didn’t have to go through this without you, Nat… But at the same time, I wish you weren’t here. I wanted to rob that place, but you would not have come if you had known what we were doing, so I am sorry.” Natalie allowed herself to relax a little while her friend washed her back. “It’s okay. I still might have come with you anyway, just to be with you, and all of this still could have happened. I know I said earlier that I wouldn’t have, but…” Deciding not to focus on how things could have been different, she sighed quietly while her friend continued to clean her up. “I’m glad that Jake is getting whipped instead of me, but why? None of this makes any sense…” The two released one another from their embrace, so Shelly could kneel down to wash Natalie’s legs. “Natalie, when I was still alone with Miss Annette and Jake, they told me that he broke in five years ago and stole a lot of shit. He said he owed her a lot of money.” “He did?” Natalie asked, surprised. “I heard him say something earlier about giving them cash, but why us? Why did they want us?” Shelly looked up at her while she worked. “He said that if he brought her and Miss Aalia slaves, then that would take care of what he couldn’t pay.” Could that be true? Natalie wondered. Did he hand us over just to pay off a debt? Despite the explanation, she still had a lot of unanswered questions about all of this. If he paid off his debt, then why would they turn on him and start punishing him like that? This still makes no sense! Shelly finished up with Natalie’s legs and then proceeded to wash her feet, but didn’t say any more. Once again, the brown haired girl found herself ascending the emotional roller coaster, as her fear began to build again. “I still don’t get it, Shelly,” Natalie said, shaking her head. “Why would they punish him now, when his debt has been paid? Is this some twisted idea of justice that they have?” The redhead sighed. “I don’t know, Nat… I doubt they care about justice. They’re sick fucks, is what they are. It seems like they’re trying to twist our minds, so that we’ll like what they’re doing.” Natalie’s anxiety continued to rise. “But… I don’t… We don’t…” Shelly stood back up and looked into her eyes. “They’ve been using our own kinks against us since the very beginning. They know what we like and have been manipulating us into doing things we wouldn’t normally consent to. Jake probably told them about all of our secrets and that is how they are able to do it.” Natalie frowned and considered the possibility that they were developing a case of Stockholm Syndrome. “When Miss Aalia and Alexis peed on me earlier… It was hot… and Miss Aalia’s so gorgeous… but so evil and twisted, that… that…” Shelly put her arms around Natalie again. “No matter what they do, we will never let them have control over us. We just have to make them think that they are succeeding.” “I just want to go home!” Natalie cried. “I want to be with you and go to college so I can have a career I can be happy with! I don’t want to be a slave forever…” Shelly kissed her neck again. “I know. We’ll come up with something. For now, we just have to bide our time, until the time is right. When the chance to escape comes, we will report them. We can’t let them do this to someone else, especially people who are not lucky enough to have their best friend with them.” Natalie hugged her friend tight. “Until then… they can’t hurt anyone else, as long as they’re focused on us… Right?” “Yes, that’s right,” Shelly replied. “When we’re gone, they will be screwed.” Shelly finished washing the rest of Natalie’s body and then they switched positions. It was finally her turn to get clean. For the rest of their shower, the two of them remained silent. When they were done, Shelly turned off the water and pulled open the curtain. Outside of the bathroom, everything was suddenly quiet. The only thing they could hear was the sound of water dripping down from the showerhead. They both stood there, with their hands folded near their nether regions, and waited for their Mistresses to come back for them. Luckily the bathroom was quite warm, so they did not have to worry about getting cold during their wait. After a few minutes, the door finally opened and Alexis, Jennifer, and Ms. Aalia stepped inside. The two other slaves retrieved a couple of towels from the cabinet beneath the sink and approached the shower. Natalie was surprised to see that they were no longer topless. They both had a t-shirt on over their torsos, but beneath that, they were still clad in just their panties. Ms. Aalia put her hands on her hips and smiled, while Alexis and Jennifer wrapped the towels around the newcomers. “Alright, good! Now that you’re both nice and clean, it’s about time for bed. I’m sure you’re both exhausted…” Both Natalie and Shelly nodded as they stepped out of the shower and dried themselves off. It was a little after midnight when they first arrived at the other house, but now, they had no idea how late it was. They were definitely in need of rest. *** After his whipping, Jake was taken out to the garage by Ms. Annette, while Ms. Aalia and her two slaves went to help their newest playthings get dried and dressed. He was lying on an old mattress, wearing nothing but his wet boxer shorts. The rest of his clothes were scattered about on the concrete floor and he had red streaks across his back, from the lashing he had received. Never before had he been as freaked out as he was right then. There was an electric furnace in the garage, to keep him warm while he recovered from his beating. It was cold outside and the wind was starting to pick up, so it was important not to let him freeze out there. Ms. Annette stood over him, with her hands on her hips and a grin on her face, while he lay there, wondering why he was punished. Jake scowled up at her. “Why did you whip the shit out of me?! I-I gave you the cash and the girls! What more do you want from me?” Ms. Annette chuckled. “Oops, I think I forgot to tell you one more… minor thing. Getting beaten up is a part of your initiation!” He blinked twice and his scowl became a look of confusion. “You… forgot? Miss Annette, all you said I had to do was pay a fee and bring you slaves. Why didn’t you tell me that I had to get beaten up to get in?” His Mistress folded her arms and put one of her feet on the mattress, so that the toe of her black high-heel was directly in front of his manhood. “I was going to explain it to you beforehand, but I thought this would be more fun…” She chuckled again and winked at him. “After you agreed to help us confuse the girls, by going along with our story about paying off a debt, I decided that we could confuse them further by making an example of you. It keeps them guessing and gets you in, so it worked.” Jake hugged himself, even though he wasn’t cold. All he felt was fear. “So, what’s going to happen to me now, Mistress? When do I get to have a bladder slave?” Ms. Annette wagged a finger at him. “Patience, Jacob… Patience… As a new member of the Floodgate Society, there are certain rules that must be followed. You have to be trained as a bladder slave, before you can become a full member. After that, you will be provided with your own property and an allowance of cash, to help you start your new life. Then you can earn success in the world and buy bladder slaves from other members. If the elders like you, then you might even receive one as a gift.” Jake shook his head, since all of this was difficult to understand. “Will you or Miss Aalia be training me?” “No, the elders have decided that you will be trained by Master William,” she replied. “He owns a mansion all the way out in Virginia, deep in the mountains. It’s a beautiful property… I do hope you will like it there.” “M-master?!” he cried. “Can’t a woman train me instead?” Ms. Annette tipped her head back and let out an evil cackle. “You are in no position to make demands, Neophyte. The elders decide what role you will play, until they are satisfied that you can be trusted. Until then, you do as you are told and obey, otherwise, you will be banished.” Jake swallowed hard. “Okay, I understand, Miss Annette. I meant no disrespect, but I had to ask.” “Alright, Jake, get dressed,” Ms. Annette instructed. “The girls should be nearly finished with their shower by now. I need you to be ready so I can take you and Shelly back to my house. You will meet your new master tomorrow.” With that, she turned away and returned to the house through the side door. With a groan, Jake forced himself up into a sitting position and reached for his pants. “This sucks…” For the first time since meeting Ms. Annette, he actually regretted joining their society. The part of the story about robbing her house when he was thirteen was true, but the rest of what he told Shelly was completely false. In exchange for not charging him for his crimes, he was permitted to join the secret society after his eighteenth birthday and was told that he would be able to have a bladder slave someday. In the months that went by after he reached adulthood, his excitement about getting in had grown, but now, he only felt fear and shame. What have I done? He asked himself. He put on his pants and quickly gathered the rest of his clothes. There was no backing out of the deal now, since banishment was the worst thing that could happen to someone, once they’ve been accepted into the society. He knew there was nothing he could do about this, since he brought this on himself.