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From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard
Prompt: "She's peeing herself because she... is busy raking leaves!" Ok, technically, she's not having an accident --- but I'd bet her dignity is just as wrecked! What do you guys think she'd be saying? XD (The nude version is available on my Patreon!) -
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The Solitary Confinement tier on Patreon voted for a desperate bathroom attendant in last month's poll! I had a ton of fun working on it, and also figured it could use a little additional context, so I wrote a story for it as well! 😁 -- Story Time! -- Her breathing is shallow, carefully calculated, and yet still wavering. Every muscle in her body is either tense or shivering. Sweat glazes her forehead. Bridgette’s temples pound with a hastened heartbeat, yet she feels faint. The horrified --- or is it agonized? --- grimace on her face compromises any degree of composure inherent to the professionalism of her uniform. ~ The Erebus Hotel, Casino, and Lounge was a gargantuan and imposing establishment better likened to an entire campus than a single building. But, indeed, it technically comprised a single, massive, crescent-shaped complex skinned in gleaming white marble that, by night, was lit from below by many humming spotlights. At its feet was a wide, circular pond designed to reflect its majesty. Sculptures of Greek gods, goddesses, and heroes peeked out of the hundreds of ornate niches that lined the opaquely-tinted windows. The interior, a thematic contrast to the facade, bore darker colors --- blacks, golds, silvers --- in all its hallways. Its casino (actually, casinos) were, of course, far more colorful, but hid behind select, soundproof doors. As the image of obscene wealth, the Erebus featured such absurdities as dedicated ice-sculptors hired to provide elaborate and unique carvings for each of its many dining halls. Its suites resembled millionaire penthouses more-so than individual hotel rooms, as each was guaranteed to have a loft that overlooked an ornate sitting area. The reception area housed two glass elevators for clients, Erebus management, and bag-haulers only (the rest of the staff was instead required to quietly disappear into a partially-concealed, single elevator near the back of the building). Most relevant for Bridgette was the observation that every last inch of the interior was spotless. The cleaning and maintenance staff resembled an army, and most even had rooms within the massive subterranean living-quarters. In fact, every staff member was required to complete a year of training while living on-site. Unsurprisingly, this was not much of a burden considering the generous accommodations provided in the subterranean complex. Considering the position she had been hired for, though, the requirement to remain on-campus for an entire year seemed utterly ludicrous. But upon Bridgette’s hiring, she was assured that it would be necessary. She had quickly learned what that meant. Bridgette was responsible for the 19th Female Restroom on Floor 3 of the East Third. She was to be the dedicated bathroom attendant for the day shift, and would only be relieved for a single 30-minute meal or upon the arrival of the night shift's attendant. At all other times, she was required to remain present and available for any cleaning duty or client need that might arise. In contrast to the strictness of her schedule and the elaborate code of professional etiquette, the cleaning was no more difficult than it would have been at any other public restroom. In fact, it might have been easier, since the clients served by the Erebus did not usually leave messes. And until last week — nearly two years after her being hired — Bridgette even managed to be a model employee. Despite the intimidation of interacting with insanely rich and powerful women, she maintained an unwavering dedication to the persona required of her by the Erebus code of etiquette. In a way, she felt that the code kept her “safe” from being the subject of their ire. Last week, however, she received the news in an email --- an update to the professional code of etiquette. This was nothing out-of-the-ordinary, though usually lowly bathroom attendants didn't find anything that would apply to them. This time however, a new, applicable rule did come through. "To All Erebus Staff: Topside restrooms are now only for use by clients. Employees must instead use the staff toilets located in their quarters or other staff areas and are only permitted to do so while on their meal break." For Bridgette, this would be a problem. Her restroom was the 19th --- far from the staff elevator. It was physically impossible for her to make it all the way to her room and back within her allotted break... This was due to the staff elevator — it was always in use by other staff members. The fact that there was only one of them might have been the only deficiency in the building’s design. During the first few days, she tried to comply. But her shift was 10 hours long. Her meal break was only five hours in, and even by then she was desperate to relieve herself. She inevitably failed and broke the rule. Her restroom served the third floor casino and was thus usually busy; but even in agony, she waited for the restroom to be empty before darting into a stall to fiercely urinate. Surely her manager would understand… Three days ago, Bridgette had been called into her manager’s office. She could tell by her boss’ interlaced fingers and unblinking glare that the circumstances of this meeting would not be good. While confused about how management could have known what she was doing, she had prepared something of a defense for herself… At least, so she thought — until they leveled an entirely unrelated and confusing charge at her feet: a client had complained that their presence at the Erebus had been (embarrassingly) disclosed. This was supposedly done by one of the bathroom attendants. And Bridgette fit the description of the culprit. It was clear in the moments that followed that denial would not be a sound strategy. She knew that she was not the one responsible, but her testimony mattered a lot less than the client’s. She would take the fall for this, and the question was a matter of how far. She’d have lost her job that night had it not been for a single gesture of “mercy” from her boss: For the next six months, her boss or someone else would stop by her restroom randomly during her shift numerous times per day to ensure that she was upholding the code of ethics. This would be a problem. ~ These memories race through Bridgette’s panicked mind as she stands at her station — a table in the front corner of the 19th Ladies’ room on the third floor of the Erebus Hotel, Casino, and Lounge. She is bent forward at the hips, but it isn’t helping her situation. Her quivering hands hover over her thighs dangerously close to where she so badly wants to cram them. But doing such is disallowed by the code of ethics. The skirt of her uniform feels tighter than it ever has, and the string of her apron puts a ring of torturous pressure around her abdomen. Bridgette needs to pee extremely badly. Her bladder is beyond full — such that her last attempt to straighten her back had forced a horrifically tempting dribble of urine out of her straining body and into the sweat and piss-quenched gusset of her panties. The dainty cotton can retain nothing more. Her legs twist together, and her feet shift over each other as she seeks any position that will prevent further leaks. All around her are the occupied stalls of the restroom she is charged with maintaining. Relaxed drinking and long hours of gambling lead an unending stream of clients to seek out this room. And, to Bridgette’s ears, it sounds as if every single woman is releasing an ocean of hot relief. Each woman is rich enough to buy her entire childhood neighborhood as if it is a gumball, and they expect Bridgette to conduct herself accordingly. As such, sympathy is a rarity. The older ladies side-eye her in displeasure when they leave. The younger women giggle among each other about Bridgette’s misery as they pass. And no more than seconds later, more women enter to replace them. Bridgette doesn’t really notice. Her attention is fixed squarely between her legs. Her heart thuds with cold blood at merciless reality: it’ll be another three hours before the end of her shift.- 4 comments
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From the album: LydiaPrower8's Omo Art
I've been into this series a lot in the past few weeks. Seriously though, there's tons of pee related jokes in the Telltale games alone and yet there's no omo of it? For shame. (Yes, I know the quote I used is from the Lucasart game.)-
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From the album: Jailor Eckman's (Fluffier) Hoard
Short answer: Yes, she waited until the last minute before she tried to head to the bathroom --- there's a rigorous procedure to make sure that you're sterile enough to enter the bio-lab, and she didn't want to have to deal with it any sooner than absolutely necessary! Unfortunately, that strategy didn't account for a broken lock that fails into the locked state --- hey, you can't just have anyone getting into the lab! 😆🔒- 2 comments
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From the album: Off-Limits!
C-could it be? This comic's not dead?! Nope! The next five pages of Off-Limits! are now free for the public! Finally! 😆 For anyone who doesn't know, I try to build up decent-sized batches of these before posting them for free. However, I do post them as I complete them for my patrons --- in fact, page 44 is already up! https://www.patreon.com/posts/off-limits-page-71562241 (I also have another comic that's currently in-the-works on Patreon that I plan to post once I get a bit more done.)-
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From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard
What better way for three roommates to spend their first night in their new apartment than by having a good, old-fashioned holding contest? $100 for whoever holds it the longest! Of course after insisting that she'd wipe the floor with them, Shelley was made to drink an extra bottle... or two. She figured she was a bit heavier than her friends, so surely she'd have a bigger bladder... right? Well, now that it feels like a boiling watermelon is teetering on the other side of her pee-hole, she's not so sure. Too bad her friends won't just shut up and let her think about anything else! This is the request I did for @Lapiiss!- 25 comments
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From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard
Harlyn takes her movies very seriously! The extended-director's cut for her favorite film is making an extremely limited showing in a theater nearby (only a few cities away). That's the four hour --- real hyper-fan --- version, not the weak HD-DVD "collector's edition" release, where the scenes are relegated to bonus-features! And she won't even speak of the "desiccated husk" of a Blu-Ray release that dropped a couple years ago... A measly, enhanced re-release of the original theater cut?! Insulting. This showing is special, because the deal gets sweeter --- at this extremely limited showing, two additional scenes have been incorporated that have never been publicly released... until now. Harlyn knew the rumors of these scenes and had dreamed of witnessing them, even in some horribly-garbled bootleg capacity, for years! People were saying they "saw" them on some now offline website, or had "evidence" of their existence that invariably failed to materialized... There definitely was reason to be suspicious of the potentially missing content from some leaked production photos, but no one expected that the scenes would ever surface. Nevermind all these years later. Nevermind edited into the actual movie! Needless to say, Harlyn isn't going to miss a second of this. She has absolutely no idea when the scenes could come up --- they were complete mysteries before today, after all! If she could watch the movie without blinking, she would! Unfortunately, her chosen size of diet soda --- meant to last the full runtime --- didn't last the full runtime. With an hour-and-a-half to go, her cup is empty. And her bladder is very, very, very full.- 17 comments
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From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard
The first of two Solitary confinement images for August on my Patreon! A poor servant girl is tasked with relieving her queen's dire need to urinate during a quick recess from speaking with other royal guests. Of course, being the queen's loyal servant means that she, herself, has to be no more than a pace away at all times so that she can fulfill her lady's every whim... She's desperate for a piss of her own --- quivering much like her queen was mere moments ago. Feeling the warmth, humidity, and errant droplet from the noblewoman's greedy stream is not helping. She needs to pee so badly that she even asks the queen for a quick break of her own. But her lady seems uninterested in the prospect... And what the queen says is law. -
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This pixie stole tea from the wrong picnic. It turns out a hobbyist seamstress for dolls might really like to have a tiny model for her dresses! Nevermind how big that teacup is for such a small pixie...- 9 comments
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The trio are back at it with their pee-holding shenanigans in this commission by @Hyde! Though, perhaps this time, it's not a prank so much as it's some poor judgement! XD Hey, it can't be that bad to pee yourself right in front of your favorite band... And I mean right in front of --- the spot they were trying to keep was just at the foot of the stage! Who knows, maybe they're into omo! I don't remember if I've mentioned this before, but while I don't tend to make nude versions of comics, I do put text-less variants up on Patreon for people who already know the context and want to get the speech bubbles out of the way...- 2 comments
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From the album: Jailor Eckman's (Fluffier) Hoard
This squirrel girl is a character idea I've been toying around with a bit --- inspired by the joke that being desperate to pee usually involves some "squirrelly" fidgeting! Her name is Nutmeg, and you'll likely see more of her here! In this one, poor Nutmeg's been stuck at work all day! She's had a lot of water --- for reasons that may be elaborated upon in the future --- and now it really wants to come out!- 5 comments
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You know she didn't leave without refilling her soda too! XD- 5 comments
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What's this?! Another page that didn't take me a week to finish!- 14 comments
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From the album: Here4theFun's Digital Art
Eimi wanted to give you a surprise, but she didn't know you would take an extra day on your work trip. So she held for two days straight! Still, although she is way past her limit she can't help but want to fuck you before she even thinks about letting a drop out! Musashi Commed this one and developed the plot! ❤️- 6 comments
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School bell rang and everyone hurried into their classes, since it’s the final exam both students and teachers were as early as possible. Every student wanted good marks of course. Our protagonist or victim I would say, was a bit late to class due to heavy traffic jam and pouring rain. She’s still in the bus which is currently stuck within the masses of vehicles. Her name is Malki, works as a teacher in an all-boys school in Sri Lanka. Today her choice of saree (a dress commonly worn by South Asian women) was a silky pink one mixed with white stripes. Small Sakura flowers increased the beauty of it. She’s a petite woman at the perfect age of 24. Fair in complexion and had an amazing pair of soft jiggly breasts with pink nipples (to match her saree probably) that was admired by the boys of all ages and vigorously grouped by her fiancé all the time. Her ass was mediocre but not bad since its been loved my many boys at school. Between those curvy and plumy thighs, there was her innocent little pussy cat (The real protagonist of the story lol), holding a full bladder right now in the bus. “Oh god when I can reach the school so I can empty the container ahhh” Malki’s bladder tortured her mercilessly. The rain made it worse. She was fidgeting all over while standing and holding the pole with her left hand. Her right hand was busy grabbing her pee hole otherwise she’ll piss in her cute saree. Almost everyone in the bus could easily see her battle against her bladder by her heavily agonized face and majority of males enjoyed her struggle. Malki was sweating all over, sweat drops flowed from her neck down into her cleavage wetting her melons, her back wash shining with her sweat. “Everybody who bought tickets for the junction now may get out of the bus.” Screamed the conductor through the people. “Finally, just another one halt to the school. Sweet relief here I come.” Malki screamed inside her head merrily imagining pissing inside the ladies peacefully. * 15 minutes passed. * “Uh god why this fucking bus won’t move. Why the fuck there’s so much traffic today” She was angry towards the stupid bus driver, the conductor and all the other drivers blocking her way to her ultimate pleasure. She knew that she’ll wee on herself like a little girl soon and flood the whole bus with her water. So her next quick decision was to get out of the bus, so maybe she can find a corner or a toilet to relieve herself. So, she swiftly squeezed through the crowd while violently grabbing her crotch. Well somewhere in the middle of the bus, a young man who read the situation perfectly took his opportunity. While Malki is rushing through the crowd he quickly put his hand underneath her saree blouse AND her blue lacy bra to feel her melons. He was able to get a good 3 to 5 seconds of heavenly pleasure. Her cute nipples were pinched hardly, and the boobs were felt well. Her boobs were slipped by his hands multiple time due to her heavy seating. His hand covered from Malki’s sweet, lovely boob sweat and he didn’t hesitate to lick it even though people were watching. “Oh, sweet gooooood aah aah aaaaaah” he just came in his pants instantly because he grabbed some high-quality boob meat and sacred titty sweat which he enjoyed well. Since her need to urinate is much greater, she didn’t want to make a scene there and quickly walked pass him while adjusting her blouse. The touch of her breasts aroused her a bit and a quick spray of piss burst through her pussy, wetting her sweet cotton panty. As soon as she got out of the bus, all she could see was thousands of people busily running here and there for their work. Her eyes quickly searched a washroom, and she couldn’t find a single. For her luck, the rain almost stopped, otherwise she’ll be in deep trouble since she left her umbrella at home. “God, I need to piss like right now. I’m late for school also. Omg what to do what to do now…” as she thought that she knew that she was slowly losing her battle with her bladder. She could have walked to the school and get the pleasure of pissing into the teacher’s commode with a privacy of four walls and a roof, but she couldn’t do that since she’s about to piss herself. Her vagina was sweating a lot and it was basically screaming to empty the bladder as soon as she can. “Aaah I don’t even care if someone sees me. I just need this piss outta my body. That’s it.” She talked to herself while squatting down while hundreds of people are walking past her. Her bladder was at last happy, so that it can let go of this heavy liquid. As soon as she squats, she saw this big trash box in the corner of the main street. It was big enough for the lady to get some privacy. “Ah that’ll do it. Finally, I can take this piss peacefully.” She thought while dashing towards it. There was no one around there. As she went behind the trash box while blocking her piss hole with both of her hands, within a split second, she quickly lifted her saree up revealing her cute cunt and plumy ass covered by her light pink cotton panty, which is also somewhat wet by the incident in the bus. As squatting she instantly grabbed the panty from behind and pulled down along her legs, revealing her curvy white bottom and then the glamours piss hole decorated with half grown black pubic hair. Just before she let her dam open, a loud battle cry was made to celebrate her victory of ‘Not pissing herself’, which might have grabbed the attention of few people. “Ohhhhh good goooooooood aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah” a thick stream of transparent urine was rocketed out from her pussy as soon as the panty was out of the way whilst the queen was enjoying a pleasure of a great piss. The stream was making a loud hiss sound as it hit the cement pedestrian and the holy water made a massive reservoir behind the trash box. The stream and the sighs continued for some time. And the reservoir kept getting bigger and bigger to the point I was soaking her high heels and her saree pallu. (The loose end of the saree). From behind you could see a heavy piss stream aggressively emptying between meaty thighs into the road. Her curvy ass was completely visible to anyone who's looking from behind. She could feel the cold wind kissing her asshole and tickling her heavy working pussy and it added up to her pleasure. 60 seconds passed, yet the stream is as strong as in the beginning. Malki repositioned her legs because squatting in the same way for a long time made her legs hurt. Her bladder was emptying very fast yet there was more piss to be emptied. Some of the piss wet her legs and even her asshole. And suddenly the stream stopped. “Ahhh the best piss ever. I probably shouldn’t drink on Sunday Nights” The stream started again after a small break with a less power. While she was emptying her water sack, she checked the time. “Shit its almost 7.45 I’m way too late for school.” She thought as was enjoying the piss. At the 1 minute 40 seconds mark the stream got weaker and our lady finished doing the most private thing out in the open public, risking her self-esteem. And of course, entertaining a small audience. Since her piss-soaked panty disgust her, she decided to slide it down the legs and put it inside the trash box, instead of wearing it. Then next moment she fled the crime scene while feeling well relieved as if nothing ever happened behind the trash box. She walked towards the school confidently, despite only a piece of Saree covering a private parts. Well, it’s probably way cooler down there without a panty and her pussy probably needed that after being pressurized way too much. At 8.00 she reached the school premises as light as a feather still enjoying the trash box piss. “Ma’am I see you are late today. What might be the reason?” Headmaster stopped her right in front of the school gate. “I got stuck in traffic sir. Want happen again.” Replied Malki while thinking about her adventure. “Oh good. Quickly go to your class the exam has already begun.” “Okay. I’ll run” Malki replied as she was laughing. “Ah one thing. Make sure you don’t let boys’ copy. Do anything necessary to stop copying and cheating.” Headmaster said in a raised voice. “Okay I’ll take care of that.” Malki went to her class passing the headmaster who didn’t forget to take look at her panty-less booty popping out of her saree. She walked pass many other classrooms to find her classroom which was 11-E. All the students were doing the exam paper while a substitute examiner took care of the class. “Oh Malki, you came. What made you so late?” substitute teacher asked from her. (Apparently Malki and her are best friends for more than 5 years.) “Gotta tell you Anudi, I had to piss really bad in the traffic.” Replied Malki with sporting a naughty facial expression. “OMG what happened then?” “It was so bad I had to take the piss behind a trash box” “Oh wow. Seems like I gotta wee now, this rain makes thing worse. Anyways see you later. Take care of the classroom” Anudi went in the direction of the teacher washroom that was situated in the staff room, which is in the same building as all grade 11 classrooms. “Ok I will. Take care” Malki replied as she sits on the teachers chair. The whole piss discussion was faintly heard by some of the students at the class and they got excited a bit. Maybe they’ll do better in the exam. Meanwhile Andui peacefully sat on the commode after putting the seat down. Her lacey knicker was dropped down to her feet. And her hole was emitting a stream down to the commode through her dark bush. She didn’t sigh much because it wasn’t that urgent as Malki’s but she did felt good. The piss stream hitting the commode water made a loud bubbly sound for about 20 seconds up until her piss ended. Then she took metallic the bidet shower and kept it against her pussy from the font and press the button to wash it. Cold water stream sprayed on her vagina startling Anudi a bit. Piss drops on her vag and bush got washed away but her bush got wet. Then she took her cute girly anime handkerchief to wipe it. Like a normal person, next she smelled it and put it back to her handbag. Soon the knicker was well placed covering a buttocks and the vag. As the toilet was flushing, we went out of it like a supervillain after demolishing a building. Meanwhile Malki was sitting on her chair carefully checking on students to catch anyone cheating or exchanging answers, not knowing that her panty-less pussycat and her poor bladder will be destroyed by a sea of piss soon. The morning trash bin piss was just a teaser for the day. ❤
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From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard
The Solitary tier wanted a serious throwback this time --- all the way back to Request 23! And man, it was definitely warranted; the last time we saw this girl, she was just turning to the urinals after deciding it was them or her skirt! -
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This month, I did both of the winning ideas for my Solitary poll on Patreon --- and a continuation of last-month's (Don't) Flood the Internet! was one of those ideas! Anyway, le story! - The difficulty of the challenge she'd accepted went far beyond what she had expected --- to stream three hours of herself brimming with piss. And her chat did not act mercifully. Donation after donation, she was making a killing... but the challenges they gave her in exchange were equally murderous. Thirty jumping-jacks at the hour mark was a kindness in comparison with what followed shortly thereafter. Wearing a belt around her midsection a notch too tight for fifteen minutes... Doing ten sit-ups... Being disallowed to cross her legs or touch herself for the last half hour... And now this: rub three ice-cubes on her belly until each had melted. The first melted fairly quickly, but the moment it kissed her skin, it felt like lightning. The second took longer, as her stomach was still cold from the first. She traced circles with it, hoping the movement would dull it down faster. But the undulating pressure of ice against her midsection caused her legs to kick and twist. Why was this so hard?! As dribbles of water from the melted ice rolled off onto her bed, they drew streaks of horrific cold with them. She took a moment before the last ice-cube to squeeze herself and wriggle. The chat loved it. Mostly, however, she wanted to warm her stomach back up so the last one would melt faster. She needed it to, as the second had nearly made her lose control when it became so small that she lost her grip on it. She wasn't ready. But there wasn't a way to be ready in her current state. But the chat kept reminding her --- it was time for that last ice-cube. She took the last ice-cube in her hand, laid onto her back and spread her legs a bit so that there would be a clear view of her torture. She really didn't want to pee herself in front of her fans... As soon as the ice touched her freshly warmed skin, she knew it was over. She felt a spurt, and she was certain that the spot would be visible on her panties... But a glance at her footage in the screen revealed that the feeling must have been a mirage. The next dash of urine... was not a mirage. In fact, it had enough force to blast through her sponsor's panties...- 9 comments
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How about a night of fun where the hold is intentional, for once? She's been refilling that cup on her nightstand every hour with the aim of making it harder and harder to resist flooding her shorts. But there is only one thing the crush in her fantasy would never allow: the sweet release of a long-needed pee. This is a request I made for @FilthyPhoenix!- 8 comments
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We now have a follow-up to the this commission! --- This one was another super-fun one to work on; I loved working out the angles for the second and last panels! I'd say "poor Wayu," but her predicament is almost entirely of her own creation! This was for the same commissioner as last time, though they still wish to remain anonymous!- 2 comments
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For a couple of months now I have been working on a remake of "Hundred-bottle Drinking Game" a kisekae image sequence that can be found found here https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/67821925 (could have ben done in 2 but I was busy with other thingss) I got in contact with the creator of said sequence (Tsuchigumo550) to ask how big the botttles were meant to be (half a liter each), to ask if he would make an ending for it (he did) and other things (thanks a lot for helping with all of that). In total it's around 45 pages so as to not make this one extremely long post I'll be posting aroun 4 to 6 pages per day. Also I'll make a gallery in the doijin's section once I have finished showing everything in this thread. With that being said here are the first 5.
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