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  1. I diabolical janitor has locked the washroom and given drugs to these lovely ladies as they work together on a project. They each get super desperate, leak into their panties, before rushing to the toilet. Only to find it locked! They then find a 'private' place to pee, only to be accosted by the janitor, with whom they have sex. https://www5.javmost.com/DOCP-145/ Yeah, in case anyone was wondering, I had a day off work and am super horny!
  2. I think most of us owe Akira Toriyama a thanks for helping us discover this kink of ours, because quite a few personal stories I've read trace it to when as a kid they read this well known comic called Dragon Ball that had a brief bit of Bulma Briefs peeing her pants in fear after being saved. I'll never forget the day I first saw this image. I found out the pissing happened through TV Tropes and their trivia about how in the episode it was just a sparkle but in the comics she completely pissed her pants. Up until that moment having not yet seen or read that part of the story (though Bulma was very familiar to me, as I would look over the shoulder of kids on the bus who were giggling over the infamous 'no balls' setup and flashing gag) so I had just thoughts in my head of how this scene played out. This was when I was just starting to grasp that the idea of a grown woman urinating in her clothes turned me on, so this was a curiosity for me that was about to set a fire. So one day at the mall I went in the book store and knowing I had time til I'd be picked up I found and scanned the first volume front to back and back to front, trying to pinpoint where this scene happens (TV tropes mentioned it on the page for episode 2 for some reason?) and after going thru it a couple times I finally landed on the page I was looking for. Holy hell, it was better than I imagined, and as cheesy as Viz's dialogue was it was perfect for the moment. I stared at that panel at least five minutes in total, reading before and after and then rereading Goku saying "All's swell that ends swell" and Bulma crying out "What's so swell about peeing my pants?" as urine drips down the sky like a mini waterfall there's no point in hiding it. By the time I put the book up (it was a few years til I worked up the nerve to buy that scandalous book) my own pants were rather sticky, and mind you this was the first time such a thing had happened for me in public. The part of the story that bridges the gap from there to me being here now is for another time, but one way or another that blue-haired beauty has played a key role in getting me deeper and deeper into this - as my username and avatar plainly illustrate. So this thread will be where I dump new fan art for Bulma. An album will come but I wanna open with this: Since the one and only dress wetting drawing that exists in the manga that sparked this fetish for me is a very small one I decided to start by making it larger. Traced to be perfectly aligned with the pen strokes Toriyama first put down, I have three versions to share. One is essentially a stencil, do as you like with it as it's not mine, it's merely a tracing. I also have two colored versions here, one of the ink chosen by Viz for their online release years ago that I keep as an avatar, and the other keyed to the scene as its presented in the anime. I plan to do more recolors when the time presents, but my pee art is one of my many time consuming hobbies. A lot of what crops up here will be a matter of when I'm simply in the mood. So as always hope you enjoy and please give feedback and suggestions. I might like some of your ideas and push them thru ;)
  3. Author's note: This story takes place during the events of When the Snow Falls. It is more pee based than its predecessor and will be told in two parts. It was a cold day in the latter half of January and Elma was busy working. While in her home world she was a dragon in the harmony faction, in our world she was an ordinary office worker. On this day, she was working at top speed in the hopes of getting out early to catch a sale on her favorite snacks at the local grocery store. As she pounded away at the keyboard, she overheard one of her coworkers say something about how management had placed a new energy drink in the vending machines in the break room. Having never partaken of an energy drink before, Elma decided to try it. Elma stopped by the machine during her break and bought one. As she popped the tab and took a sip, an explosion of sweet flavor enveloped her taste buds. “Soooooo goooood!!!” she cried before taking a larger gulp. “You better be cautious with those. They’re highly addictive,” warned a voice behind her. Turning around, Elma saw Kobayashi standing behind her and she looked exhausted. “I’m fine,” said Elma proudly sticking her chest out, “I am a dragon who won’t fall prey to the addictiveness of something created by humans.” The irony of it though was that since coming to this world, she had become addicted to all sorts of snacks and sweets. This energy drink would be no different. “Whatever you say,” said Kobayashi as she rolled her eyes and walked away. The minute she was out of sight, Elma chugged the rest of the drink. As the last drop hit her tongue, she felt a pinch of sadness at having drunken it so quickly. Looking down at the now empty can, she decided to buy another to take back to her desk. By the time she finished her work, she had drunk six 8oz cans of the energy drink. Getting up from her desk, Elma could feel a small throbbing in her bladder. She then decided that she would make a quick pit stop at the restroom before leaving the building. However, this idea was quickly scrapped when she realized what time it was. It was almost 4 o’clock and the sale was going to be starting in a matter of minutes. Walking past the restrooms and towards the elevator, Elma couldn’t help but look longingly at the women’s restroom. However, her desire to buy as many snacks for as little money as possible was far greater than her current desire for the bathroom. She proceeded to board the elevator to the first floor and left, all the while thinking that she could wait until she got back to her apartment. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Elma arrived at the supermarket with plenty of time to spare. The moment the sale started, she began loading her shopping cart with the best snacks she could find at the cheapest price as payday wasn’t for another week or so. By the time she paid for her snacks and exited the building, it was about 5 o’clock. As Elma began moving, she could feel another throbbing sensation in her bladder, this time a little stronger than the one before. She quickly picked up her pace as she began making her way through the crowded streets. Suddenly somebody grabbed the back of her arm. Looking back, she saw it was Kobayashi and with her was the purple-haired boy called Shouta. The next thing Elma knew, Kobayashi was asking her if she could watch the little dragon known as Kanna. At first Elma told Kobayashi no because she was in hurry to make it back to her apartment so that she could relieve herself. However, the promise of a free trip to an all-you-can-eat cake buffet quickly made her change her mind. After saying yes to Kobayashi’s request, Elma was given a key and then watched as Kobayashi and the boy took off in hurry for the train station. “I wonder what that’s all about,” she muttered to herself as she began making her way to Kobayashi’s apartment as snow began falling from the sky. ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… When she was about half-way to the apartment, the throbbing started up again, except this time it was stronger and it didn’t go away. Each step she took only seemed to make things worse and she could practically feel the pee sloshing around her bladder. All she could do was try to think of something else as she prayed that she would quickly arrive at Kobayashi’s apartment where she could relieve herself. Minutes later, she arrived at the apartment, only to remember that she would need to climb several flights of stairs. Walking up each stair felt like torture for the poor dragon as the up and down motion of her legs climbing each step jostled her bladder. “Just a little bit more,” she panted, fighting the urge to squat down then and there and let it flow. However, just as she hit the second to last section of steps, she felt a small squirt hit her panties, the shock of which caused her to fall to her knees. “There is no way a proud dragon such as myself is going to lose to a bodily function,” she cried as she clenched her hands over her crotch. She took a few deep breaths to try to gather herself. As she tried to think of something else to take her mind off the pain, she suddenly remembered that she had blocked her earlier desire to go to the bathroom by thinking about food. Reaching into one of her bags, she grabbed a box of pocky and removed a couple of the chocolate-coated biscuit sticks. Placing the chocolate-covered ends in her mouth, she began to suck on it. Within a matter of seconds, she could feel the pain in her bladder begin to subside as her desire to pee was once again blocked out. Once the pain was manageable enough that she could stand back up, Elma grabbed her bags and finished the climb up the stairs. By the time she reached the apartment door, she had almost completely blocked out the urge to pee. As Elma unlocked the door and entered, she could hear the floor creaking under small footsteps as a young girl’s voice called out, “Welcome home.” Kanna entered the hallway just as Elma was removing her shoes over by the door. Upon seeing that the person who had entered the apartment was neither Kobayashi nor Tohru, Kanna coldly said, “Oh, it’s just you. What do you want? Are you here because you want free snacks?” “As a matter of fact, I’m not,” replied a smiling Elma, the throbbing vein in her forehead betraying the fact that she was offended by the little dragon’s assertion that she would come by for such a reason. Of course to the child’s defense, Elma had done that a few times prior to earning her first paycheck in this world. “I’m here because Miss Kobayashi asked me to come watch you in her stead as something important came up.” “Fafnir is already watching me, so you can leave,” declared Kanna. “I don’t care. Miss Kobayashi asked me to watch you and that’s just what I’m going to do. Now tell me where Fafnir is.” The harmony dragon watched as Kanna turned around and went back to the living room. Elma followed her and was surprised to see the older dragon who was supposed to be watching this young child, instead had his eyes glued to a videogame, a headset covering his ears. The living area was a mess with crayons and snack crumbs littering the kotatsu and floor. It was painfully clear to Elma why she had been asked to come and watch the little dragon girl. “Miss Kobayashi asked me to come here and watch Kanna. There is no need for you to stay,” said Elma as she stared at Fafnir. However, the male dragon did not respond. She tried once more, but still Fafnir did not respond. “That does it!” she screamed as she walked right in front of the T.V. Unfortunately, Elma’s stepping in front of the T.V. indirectly caused the character in Fafnir’s game to die. “YOU MADE ME LOSE!!” screamed Fafnir as his red eyes filled with murderous rage. As he glared at her, Elma felt a few drops of urine seep into her slightly soiled panties. “I’m sorry,” she whined as she stepped away from the T.V., her body shaking in fear. “What do you want?” asked Fafnir as he began to calm down a little. “I was trying to tell you that Miss Kobayashi asked me to watch Kanna and now that I’m here, you can go home.” “I’m staying,” replied Fafnir coldly as he resumed his game from the last checkpoint. Elma thought about possibly using force to get him to leave, but decided against it after having wet herself a little because of his glare. Suddenly Elma felt a small tug on the back of her skirt. Turning around, she saw Kanna standing behind her. “I’m hungry,” whined Kanna, “what’s for dinner?” Elma was shocked at what she was hearing. She hadn’t been asked to feed this child nor did she know when Kobayashi was getting back. As she thought about what to do, a loud buzzing filled the room as something in Elma’s skirt pocket began vibrating. The sudden vibration near her crotch caught her off guard and her body twitched as she felt a couple more drops leak into her panties. She quickly grabbed the device that humans called a “cellular phone” and removed it from her pocket. Elma had just gotten one about a week earlier and was still learning how to properly use it. “Hello. Who may I ask is calling?” she answered as she flipped open the phone “Elma, its Kobayashi,” replied the voice on the other line. “I forgot to ask you to make dinner for Kanna since I don’t know when I’ll be back. Would you mind feeding her? There should be some supplies in the kitchen to make curry.” “No problem,” replied Elma. Suddenly she remembered that she had never made it before. Not wanting to look incompetent, the dragon asked, “Is there a specific recipe you would like me to use?” “Any recipe should be fine, but if you’re really worried about it, there should be a recipe in the kitchen.” There was a short pause. “Shoot, my phone battery is low. I’ll text you if I think of anything else. Bye.” “I guess I’m making curry,” stated Elma as she closed her flip phone. “Is it mild?” asked Fafnir. “You’re not getting any,” replied Elma, angry at Fafnir’s selective hearing. Fafnir responded by making a disgruntled “tch” sound. A few seconds later Elma received a text from Kobayashi which she read out loud: “If Fafnir is still there, please feed him too. P.S. Fafnir does not like his curry spicy.” As she read over the text once more, she screamed to herself, “I have to feed him too!” “Will it be mild?” asked Fafnir in a condescending tone. Elma could have sworn that she saw a triumphant smile creep across Fafnir’s face, if even just for a split second. “Fine, I’ll go make it,” she said as she decided there was no use in arguing. However, as she turned and walked into the kitchen she muttered under her breath, “I hope you choke on it.” “What was that?” asked Fafnir, his eyes never leaving the game. “I didn’t say anything,” cried Elma as she did her best not to tremble in fear. As she began making preparations for dinner, she began wondering what in the world was going on anyway. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. It was six o’clock when the three dragons sat down to dinner. As they were eating, Elma’s curiosity got the best of her and so she asked Fafnir what was going on. “Lucoa is planning on moving back to our world permanently,” replied Fafnir. “I’m guessing Tohru went with her then?” asked Elma. Fafnir nodded. It was at this point that Kanna who had not been aware of the situation until now came to the mistaken belief that Tohru was not coming back. A few minutes had passed before Elma noticed that Kanna had stopped eating. “Is the curry bad?” “Takiya’s is better,” interjected Fafnir. “Who asked you?” screamed Elma. While she knew her cooking skills were subpar, Fafnir’s comments still hurt. “If my cooking is so bad, then you don’t have to eat it.” “I never said it was bad,” said Fafnir as he stuffed another spoonful into his mouth. “So, then it’s good?” “It’s edible,” replied Fafnir. Elma quickly realized that maybe that was Fafnir’s way of complimenting her. Suddenly she heard sobbing. Elma turned to Kanna and noticed that the young dragon girl was crying. “What’s wrong?” “Lady Tohru is not coming back, is she?” sobbed Kanna. “I don’t know sweetie,” replied Elma as she wrapped her arms around the little dragon girl. “Although I bet that if she does try to leave, Miss Kobayashi will stop her and bring her right back here. At least that is what it looked like she was trying to do when I ran into her earlier.” Elma’s words seemed to have worked as Kanna soon calmed down. ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… After the three dragons had finished eating, Fafnir went back to his game while Elma began the process of cleaning up. As she did so, Elma noticed that Kanna had started following her like a chick following its mother. Elma figured that Kanna was doing this because she was scared and lonely, so she allowed the girl to follow her around. The moment that Elma began doing the dishes, she remembered something important. Watching as water came flowing down from the faucet, Elma realized that she had been so distracted by everything going on that she still hadn’t gone to the bathroom. The moment she realized that, she could feel the throbbing pain start up again. She had one more thing to clean: the curry pot. As she scrubbed the pot, she noticed that the residue inside wasn’t coming off. Desperately squeezing her legs together, Elma began scrubbing as hard as she could. But the residue remained. With the pot still in hand, she took a step back and tripped over Kanna before falling to the floor. As she fell, she felt a spurt of pee come out, this time a little bit more than the three previous times. Within seconds of Elma hitting the floor, the pot came down, splashing the crotch of her skirt with hot water in the process. The incident must have been very loud because seconds later Fafnir was standing in the kitchen’s entryway looking down at Elma. “You’re too loud. I can’t focus on my game.” Before Elma could say anything, Fafnir noticed the pot on the floor and scooped it up. “Seriously, if you want to remove the residue you need to soak it in warm soapy water first.” Then much to Elma’s shock, Fafnir actually began cleaning it. “Thank you,” she said as she stood up. Of course she still hadn’t realized that the crotch of her skirt was now completely soaked. “Did you wet yourself?” asked Fafnir, as he turned his head and stared at the wet skirt. “The pot spilled on her,” declared Kanna before Elma could respond. Elma was truly grateful to the girl for defending her although she had to wonder if either Kanna or Fafnir could smell the little bit of urine that had seeped into her panties and was now beginning to run down her legs. “I’m going to go change,” said Elma. Walking out of the kitchen, she noticed a laundry basket with what looked like a pair of Kobayashi’s pants inside. Grabbing the pair of pants, she stated, “Since I don’t have anything else to wear, I’ll just borrow these. I’m sure Miss Kobayashi will understand.” Elma then began making her way to the bathroom. As she opened the bathroom door, she realized that Kanna was still following her. “I’m sorry but there are somethings that a dragon needs to do alone.” And with that, she entered the bathroom and closed the door. She quickly hiked up her skirt, pulled down her soiled panties, and sat down. The instant that she sat down, the urine stream began to flow and a smile of relief came across her face. “I didn’t think I was going to make it,” she muttered to herself. Elma blushed a little as she realized that the sound of her stream hitting the toilet water was almost deafening. Suddenly she noticed something that looked like a purple ball squeeze under the door. It took her a couple of seconds to realize that it was Kanna’s tail and that the girl was sitting outside of the bathroom waiting for her. The thought that Kanna might be able to hear everything that was going on made Elma self-conscious to the point that her stream automatically stopped and would not start again. Having not even released a fourth of what was in her bladder, Elma wiped herself off, stood up, and flushed. She then took off her soiled panties, which at this point were around her knees, and her wet skirt as well. Looking down at her white panties which were now stained yellow, Elma decided that she would rather go pantyless than put the soiled piece of cloth back on. She then reached down and grabbed the pair of pants that she had borrowed from the laundry basket. As she slipped them on, she could once again feel a throbbing in her bladder. It was bad enough that she was unable to button the pants so instead she just covered it with her shirt. As she prepared to leave the bathroom, she thought to herself that she must have gone enough to at least take some of the pressure off so that she could manage for a couple more hours. Of course what she failed to realize was that peeing without completely emptying the bladder only makes the urge to go worse later on. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Not long after coming out of the bathroom, Elma decided to sit down on the couch and watch Fafnir play videogames as she had nothing better to do. Within seconds of Elma sitting down on the couch, Kanna laid down right next to her and then proceeded to plop her head down on Elma’s lap. The pressure of Kanna’s head on Elma’s bladder sent a shockwave of pain through Elma’s body, causing her to spasm a bit. She couldn’t help but wince in pain. Kanna seemed to notice Elma’s discomfort and lifted her head. “Did I hurt you?” Kanna asked looking deep into Elma’s eyes. Doing her best to put on a brave face, Elma replied “I’m fine. I was just caught off guard is all. You can keep laying your head on my lap if you want.” After being reassured by Elma that it was alright, Kanna laid her head back down on Elma’s lap, this time more gently then before. As Kanna rested her head on Elma’s lap, Elma began gently patting the girl’s head. It was so soothing that the little dragon soon fell asleep. Elma ended up falling asleep about thirty minutes later. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Elma was awoken by the sound of keys jingling and the apartment door opening. As she opened her eyes and looked at the clock, she realized that it was almost 9:30 p.m. In the process of getting up from the couch, Elma accidentally woke up Kanna who had still been sleeping in her lap. The moment that Kobayashi and Tohru came into the living area, Kanna shot up and ran to them. “Miss Kobayahsi, Lady Tohru, welcome home,” cried the little dragon. “Kanna, were you a good girl for Elma?” asked Kobayashi. Kanna nodded. Kobayashi then turned her attention to Elma. “I’m sorry that I caused you so much trouble. I’ll be sure to pay you back on payday.” “It was no trouble at all,” said Elma, “although I did have to borrow a pair of your pants because my skirt got soaked when I was washing dishes. I’ll be sure to clean and return them to you as quickly as possible.” As Elma took a few steps forward, the pain in her bladder became so intense that she doubled over in pain and fell to her knees. Kobayashi immediately knelt beside her and asked, “Is everything alright?” In the almost three hours that she had been asleep, Elma's bladder had begun to fill back up to the point that her willpower alone was no longer enough to fight back the rushing onslaught of piss trying to escape. “Oh no,” whined Elma clenching her crotch so tightly that her knuckles had gone white, “I can’t hold it any longer.” Just as she said that, the dam burst, sending a cascade of piss into her pants. So much was coming out that within a matter of seconds, a golden pool had begun forming on the wooden tile beneath her. By this point even Fafnir had become a spectator to this embarrassing scene. Everyone watched as Elma’s face was overcome with an extreme mixture of relief and shame. It took her almost two minutes to pinch off her stream. But the damage had been done. On the wooden floor was a golden lake about an inch deep that spanned about five feet in all directions and was beginning to spread. Next to Elma was Kobayashi who had failed to get clear in time and whose legs from the knee on down were now covered in Elma’s piss. “I’m so sorry,” cried Elma, doing her best to fight back the tears in the corners of her eyes. As Kobayashi got up, Elma half expected to be yelled at or slapped but was surprised when Kobayashi instead extended her hand to help her up. “Are you feeling better now?” Kobayashi asked. “How can you be so nice to me after everything that just happened?” sobbed Elma, hot tears streaming down the sides of her face. “I’m not mad because there is nothing to be mad about. “Don’t worry about wetting yourself. It happens even to the best of us from time to time. Now let’s go get you cleaned up.” After Kobayashi helped her up, Elma began making her way to the bath. Kobayashi then turned her attention to Tohru and said, “As your punishment for attempting to leave Kanna alone with Fafnir, you’ll be cleaning up this mess.” “But Miss Kobayashi…” “No buts. Clean this up while I go help Elma.” And with that Kobayashi walked to the bath. Thus would start an interesting night that neither Elma, Kobayashi, nor Tohru would forget anytime soon. To be Continued
  4. This story commissioned by Night Rain With thanks to Sake and Biku for editing Red hair. Delicate, smooth skin. A gentle smile with a modest posture. Pinkish eyes holding a soft contentment with the world. Even from a distance, Elise could admire Sakura's natural beauty as one admired some well-kept flowers, enough to make her stare for more than a bit. How could she not, though? These diplomatic meetings between Hoshido and Nohr in Corrin's Astral Planes castle only happen every couple of months or so. Sitting at a table in a flower garden, Elise sighed to herself. Yep, she liked Sakura. Like-liked, even. She'd had enough time since that incident at the banquet to sort these feelings out, even accept that she felt this way for another girl. Just seeing Hoshido’s fairest princess now filled her heart with all kinds of emotions, but most of all was a kind of happiness she had never felt with her family and friends before. Elise had to confess her feelings, no two ways about it. If she didn’t, they would eat away at her until she drove herself crazy. At least, that’s what Camilla told her, and she wasn’t about to doubt her big sister when it came to matters of the heart. But looking at Sakura now, Elise wasn’t sure if she could bring herself to do it. Thinking about it was enough to fill her stomach with butterflies, send her heart quivering with anxiety, and make her body tingle in unpleasant ways, especially at her groin. All sorts of doubts would plague her mind as well: What if Sakura only saw her as a friend? What if she wasn’t interested in girls to begin with? Would they even be able to stay friends after this? Elise shook her head, then quickly chugged the last of her tea for courage. Sitting there and letting these thoughts fester would get her nowhere. She needed to get up and do it while the girl of her dreams was still by herself. She marched up with dedication at first, rehearsing the exact speech she would give over and over in her mind. But as Sakura’s ear twitched from her footsteps and the princess turned to make eye contact, all of that careful planning vanished from Elise’s mind in an instant. She came to an immediate stop, her eyes going wide and face growing warm. “Oh, Elise!” said Sakura, “It’s good to see you. Did you need something?” “Um, h-hi Sakura!” Elise’s voice lacked any of the confidence she’d hoped to have at this moment. “I was just here, um, admiring you...r interest in the flowers, yeah! And I thought I’d c-come over and… say hi?” She could not keep eye contact, even if she were told her life depended on it. Sakura was no dummy either, already tilting her head with a quizzical look. “Um, are you okay?” “No!” blurted Elise, quickly realizing her louder-than-intentional volume and trying to smile it away. “Um, I mean yes! I’m just, er, happy to see you again. It feels like it’s been forever since we saw each other last, you know?” “Mmm, it does feel that way. It seems like the time we spend together always flies by, doesn’t it?” “Sure does! So..." Elise paused to scratch her cheek and think of what to say next. “Crazy question, but how do you feel about kissing a girl?” No, that’s way too much! “I think you’re prettier than all the flowers in this garden!” Ugh, super-cheesy! Where are you, Camilla? I need your help now! “Elise, are you sure you’re okay?” There was that worried look again. “Do you need me to take a look at you?” She lifted a hand towards Elise’s forehead. “I’m fine, honest!” Elise quickly took a step back. “But well, I really need to, um, tell you a few important things, and I might’ve, um, skipped my morning meditation, that’s all.” “Oh!” Sakura’s eyes widened as she glanced somewhere behind Elise. “Huh? W-What’s wrong?” asked Elise, taking a quick look behind her and finding no one. Is someone spying on me trying to confess? “Um, it’s nothing.” Sakura nudged a stray bang out of her face “I just remembered that I, um, need to join my sister for our morning meditations. I almost forgot about it." Somehow, Elise felt equal amounts of relief and disappointment. "Oh, then don't let me keep you. Go right ahead!" she declared with a smile that she hoped looked genuine. "Hmm, but before I go, can we promise to meet up again later? M-maybe in a couple hours?" "S-sure thing!" Elise nodded. "Where do you want to meet?" "How about the gate that leads into the forest? I've been wanting to take a walk outside the castle, and I'd l-like to have a friend with me." A small blush peeked through Sakura's face. "That is, if you're okay with it." “Oh, absolutely! A couple hours from now; I’ll be there for sure!” Sakura bowed, and the two parted ways from there. The moment Elise rounded a corner, she dropped her smile and let out an exasperated sigh. Confessing her feelings was turning out way tougher than she thought. She certainly didn't expect herself to turn all shy and bashful like her friend. As cute as it was to watch Sakura act that way, she had to admit it wasn’t quite so pleasant when it was happening to her. But as disappointed in herself as she felt, Elise couldn't get too down about it. She would have a second chance at it in a couple hours, after all. However, she absolutely could not screw this up again, for Sakura’s sake as much as her own. It was time to get serious, and that meant she needed to prepare herself. First up: another cup of tea to soothe her mind. That, and it was a particularly lovely brew, so she couldn't help herself anyway. "Ooh, that was not a good idea!" Elise frowned as she stood at the gate to the woods. Well, stood was not entirely accurate. She more shifted and fidgeted, occasionally pacing from one end to the other. Despite her best planning and deep breathing, Elise was just as nervous as her first confession attempt. The same doubts from before would still not leave her head, and no doubt Sakura was probably weirded out from last time. If anything else, she felt more worried than ever, and Sakura being a little late was not helping matters. This was not even getting into the other problem that had arisen, the product of having a second and even third cup of tea. In her worry over her Sakura dilemma, Elise had completely neglected an important part of her morning rituals. Enough had filled her bladder to send off one unpleasant throb after the next, doubling her worries. Stupid Jakob, why does he have to make such tasty tea? Elise put one knee over the other to suppress another wave, looking around to make sure no one saw her potty dance. She couldn't confess to Sakura, not with crossed legs and a major risk of soaking her bloomers like she did at the dinner. Problem was, she didn't know if she had enough time for a quick potty break. The nearest bathroom was a couple buildings away, and she didn't want to be absent when Sakura showed up. Her eyes then drifted towards a set of well-kept bushes on both sides of the gate. She knew it was wrong to think about it, but the idea was there. Just a quick little squat and her problem would be solved. It's what Sakura had to do back then and what Elise would have done if her holding strength hadn't failed her so spectacularly. That party… her thoughts kept leading her back there. Why wouldn’t they? It was the night Elise realized that her feelings for Sakura were different than for the rest of her friends and family. However, it also made her think of that one moment before that, the first time she and Sakura relieved themselves together. Here they were about to head into the forest where it happened, and Elise was in dire need of a tinkle. She was beginning to realize that fate had a strange sense of humor sometimes. But back to the matter at hand. Elise’s hands drifted to her skirt while she eyed the bushes. If this was what she needed to do to ensure a successful confession, she would not hesitate. At least there wasn’t anyone nearby at the moment... “E-Elise?” “Hah!?” She jumped in place at the voice right behind her, but quickly turned around with a strained smile. “Oh, Sakura! Y-You made it,” said Elise, trying to get her breathing - and her bladder - under control. She considered the fact that nothing had escaped her groin to be nothing short of a miracle. “Um, s-sorry if I startled you,” replied Sakura, “I h-had to stay a bit longer to m-make sure everything was just right. I hope you can forgive me.” “Eh-heh, it’s okay.” Elise’s gaze drifted back to the bushes, which no longer looked so inviting in the presence of her crush. “I was just, er, taking in the fresh air for a moment. I get lost in it sometimes, you know?” “I suppose so…” Sakura’s eyes followed Elise’s to the shrubbery as well and the faintest hint of concern appeared on her lips. Elise dreaded the answer, but asked anyway. “S-something wrong, Sakura?” “Mmm, N-no, it’s nothing,” she replied. “Hey, we don’t have to do this if you don’t want. Maybe we’ll try again later tonight or tomorrow?” Elise felt like a bit of a coward for trying to back out, even if it was supposedly for her friend’s sake. To this, Sakura put on a smile. “I’m f-fine. This is something I’ve been w-wanting to do. I think it’ll help me out, anyway.” Help her out? Elise felt her concern rising, but it paled in comparison to the desires of her heart and bladder. “Okay, if you’re ready to go, then I am too! Shall we?” Sakura nodded. “Let’s go.” Both girls turned and departed through the gate, Sakura walking just in front of Elise. The endless fields of lush trees and plants entered their view, the faint rustling of leaves accompanying the birdsong overhead. Unique plants not found anywhere in Hoshido or Nohr sprouted all over, making for a peaceful and awe-inspiring sight. Sadly, the natural beauty of these woods was the last thing on Elise’s troubled mind. Though she was right behind Sakura, her fake smile dropped to a frown as she took one last look at the bushes that could no longer serve as her emergency bathroom. To say this was not how she had planned on her big confession going would be an understatement. A panicky heart, uncooperative mind, and now a bursting bladder on top of it all? Suddenly, this one moment of stage fright felt more insurmountable than any of the battles from the war. She knew of the obvious solution: just tell Sakura she needed to squat behind a tree and make a little water. It would take care of one problem at least. Unfortunately, Elise could not even bring herself to muster those words. Not only were the nerves getting to her, but those pesky doubtful thoughts discouraged her as well. What would it look like if Elise stopped to pee, then came forward with her feelings before even having the chance to wash her hands? That was no way to confess; it had to be a perfect, convincing display of how someone genuinely feels for another. There was also the slight chance that Sakura would need to go sometime during the walk as well, and they might even have to squat and hold hands together like all those times long ago. As nice as it was to have a moment like that, she knew it always took a lot for Sakura to pee next to another girl. Elise certainly didn’t want to force so much on her so quickly. Yet again, Elise felt disappointed in herself, but she would just have to wait for another opportunity, both to pee and to come clean. Maybe it’s for the better, she thought. Sakura looked pretty concerned with other things, anyway. There was a faint but certain uneasiness to her walk. Not only was it a bit slower than normal, but it had a hint of stiffness to it. For a moment, Elise had to wonder if she was the only one suffering from an overfilled bladder, but that would be too perfect. Sakura just had to be tired or something. Besides, the tension in Sakura’s body was nothing compared to Elise’s. She kept her hands together over the hem of her skirt, a gesture combining both her nervousness and urge for relief. Her teeth idly nibbled on her lower lip, and she occasionally let off a faint whimper with each throb from her groin. For her, this relaxing nature walk was going to be anything but. "W-whoa!" Especially if she didn't keep an eye out for stray roots. Elise stumbled forward, frantically waving her arms in a desperate attempt to balance herself. It was all for naught, as she felt herself falling forward, having just enough time to cover her face before she hit the dirt with a thud. “E-Elise!?” Sakura’s hands went to her mouth. “Uugh…” Elise groaned as she slowly pushed up onto her hands and knees. Great, now I’m just like Arthur, she chided herself, Could this get any worse? Her eyes shot open immediately after, for she realized it already had. First, with her short dress and rigid hem, Elise knew she was giving Sakura and the forest behind her a good look at her black bloomers. Worse than that, she became very aware of an unwanted wetness pressing against her groin, faint but frightening all the same. Her bladder had taken advantage of her momentary gap in defense, letting loose a quick spurt when she had smacked into the ground. “Are you o-okay?” Sakura knelt down to her rigid friend. “Yep!” Like a bolt of lightning, Elise shot right back up to her feet. "Just a little tumble there, n-nothing to worry about, hee hee!" Sakura gave her an unconvinced look as she stood back up, the corner of her mouth wincing ever so slightly. “Are you sure? That looked like a hard fall.” In truth, it had hurt a bit, and now Elise had to deal with pain in other parts of her body than her bladder. “Of course I’m sure! Abso-posi-lutely!” she tried to put on her best fake smile despite all the pressure. “Now what do you say we c-continue our little walk? J-just you and me and all the birds and trees and-” “Elise.” Elise’s babbling came to an immediate end. It was rare for her to hear Sakura speak with such an authoritative tone, even rarer for it to be directed towards her. It reminded her of the way Xander spoke to her before sitting her down for a serious talk. “Y-Yes?” she asked with a flat face. Sakura’s expression was stoic and serious. “I know what’s bothering you.” Just when Elise thought she couldn’t worry any harder. Her heart skipped several beats and her breath caught in her throat. It felt like the agonizing pressure spread from her bladder to her entire body, like she could explode in a tidal wave of emotions at any second. “Y-you… know?” she mouthed. To this, Sakura slowly nodded, closing her eyes. “I had been wondering about you since the dinner. I could see it in your eyes, how full of worry they are every time you look at me.” Of course Sakura would figure it out. Only now did Elise realize that her friend’s concern for others would tell her everything before Elise could. Still, it did little to quell the storm inside. How long had Sakura known about her feelings? Was she about to be turned down before even getting the chance to confess? Would they even still be friends after this? All these questions flooded her mind, but she couldn’t put any of them into speech with her throat as tight as it was. “You’re my best friend, Elise,” she continued, opening her eyes again. “I don’t like s-seeing you b-bottling up your feelings like this. All I want is for you to be happy.” The damp feelings of tears welling up visited Elise’s eyes. “S-Sakura…” she started, “I’m s-so sorry. I n-never wanted to risk our f-friendship like this, but I...” she lowered her head, the first tear falling from her eye. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Sakura’s hand reach out to hers. Even through a glove, its soft warmth kept her from losing complete control of herself, like a soothing anchor in a tumultuous sea. “It’s okay,” came Sakura’s soft voice. “I know what I have to do, for the both of us.” Elise felt more fragile than the most brittle of glass as she lifted her head looked into her friend’s eyes. She could see the sadness in Sakura’s eyes, as though there was a part of her that didn’t want to do whatever would come next. However, there was an equal amount of determination within, and Elise knew that she would carry it out no matter what. For a moment, it was like the whole world stood still as Elise waited. The surrounding forests and the noises within faded away into nothingness. All Elise could see was her friend’s lips, and all she could hear was her own heart pounding. Then, Sakura’s mouth finally opened. However, no words came out, only a slight, shaky intake of air. Sakura’s hand squeezed her own for an instant as well. Elise had a brief thought that maybe she had trouble getting the words out herself. But another noise quickly pulled Elise’s attention. A very faint sound of something falling onto the grass below them, made audible only by it hitting a stray leaf. Elise had an idea of what that noise was, and it frightened her to no end. No, not here, not now! Her gaze immediately jerked downwards, afraid to see a waterfall happening between her legs. She couldn’t even feel her bladder at this point, such was her mental state. She saw it: a yellow-tinted water falling in scattered drops and creating a small patch in the dirt. What shocked Elise the most, however, was that it was not coming from her own legs. “H-Huh?” She couldn’t comprehend it at first. It had to have been a strange dream. But the longer she looked, the longer she couldn’t deny it: Sakura, Princess of Hoshido and the girl she loved, was wetting herself in front of her. It was no small accident, either. Within seconds, the small drops became a sprinkle, her pee glistening in the sunlight as they made their way to the earth any way they could. Unfortunately, this also included running down Sakura’s legs, where her bare skin gained a gleam. Her long white socks gained the opposite, a series of dark trails running down the insides of her legs, all the way to her feet and joining with the puddle between them. Perhaps most shocking of all, her free hand went to her skirt and pulled it upwards, revealing her red panties and the wet patch growing ever larger at the crotch, making it cling to her in a way that formed an improper outline around her most personal place. "S-Sakura…" Elise breathlessly muttered, still not entirely able to comprehend what she saw. Her eyes darted back up to learn more, but it only left her more dumbfounded. Sakura was clearly upset; her breath shallow and ragged, her cheeks burning red, and eyes growing shiny from holding back her tears. However, that fire in her eyes was still there, even as she soaked her entire lower half, perhaps staining her socks and underwear irreparably. Sakura had wanted to do this; there was no other explanation for such a demeaning display. This revelation only raised more questions in Elise's mind, and she couldn't resist asking her, in the best way her overwhelmed brain could: "But… why?" To this, Sakura let go of Elise's hand and wiped a tear from her own eyes. "I… I never forgot about y-your, erm, accident at the dinner, and how upset you were. I was worried you s-still weren't over it, s-so I wanted us to be equal again." Sakura looked down at her dwindling stream and the mess it had made. By now, the puddle had grown to reach both feet, and both girls could smell her urine, sharp and unpleasant. "You… did this for me?" She nodded and gingerly lowered her skirt, hiding her soaked smallclothes from view again. "You don't have to be so worried around me anymore. Now I'm just l-like you." Sakura offered a small smile, a sincere warmth against a face full of embarrassment. Just when Elise thought she was already full of emotions, a new one emerged: guilt. "Oh, Sakura! You didn't have to do that!" She looked down at the grass. "I wasn't still upset about my accident. Er, maybe a little, but it wasn’t on my mind at all when I was looking at you today!" Now Sakura was the bewildered one. "You weren't? But then…" Elise could see the worry growing on Sakura's face, the dreadful thought that she had just humiliated herself for nothing. This wouldn't do; if she didn't find a way to soothe Sakura's worries, her friend might be the one leaving these woods in tears. "Hah!?" A painful throb gave Elise her answer. In all the drama, she had completely forgotten her dire need to tinkle, even when watching Sakura wet herself. There was no ignoring it any longer now; she could feel her hold slipping away by the second. She had maybe a few moments before all her pent-up piddle would come out, giving her smallclothes as much of a soaking as Sakura had done hers. But maybe just this once, having an accident might not be all that bad. “Elise? W-what’s wrong?” Sakura leaned in, her worry turning towards her friend. To this, Elise closed her eyes, offered a weak smile, and responded with a soft “Oops!” Her hold fully gave out in the very next moment. Elise’s blush grew deeper as she felt her bloomers grow very warm and very wet, very quickly. A scattered stream of yellow fell from beneath her dress while several trails ran down her pale legs and into her high boots. All those unpleasant sensations - the small tinkling noises, the way her clothes clung to her skin, the rapidly-cooling wetness, the sharp stench of pee - it was like Elise was back at the dinner all over again. There was one big difference, however: she didn’t feel like bawling her eyes out this time. Instead, she let out a shaky sigh, conveying both her embarrassment at peeing herself as well as the relief of finally ridding herself of a painfully-bloated bladder. Opening her eyes, she found Sakura staring wide-eyed at Elise’s lower half, her hands clasped over her mouth. “Oh… Oh no!” she squeaked out. “D-did you need to go all this time!?” Elise nodded. “Y-Yep. I just didn’t w-wanna say anything because… I really wanted to tell you something, but I was s-super nervous.” Even Elise was surprised at how the words came out so easily now, even while urine fell out of her just as effortlessly. “B-but look!” Elise surprised herself again by grabbing her skirt and lifting it up to show off her soaking bloomers and the exact source of her pee. While the black color made it difficult to see a wet patch, one could still see how it clung around her groin, forming an outline that her retainers would be horrified to see her showing off. “Tee-hee-hee, now we’re really equals!” Elise declared without shame as her piddle petered out. When all was said and done, her puddle was as big as Sakura’s, reaching from one foot to the other. At first, Sakura didn’t move at all, but she eventually lowered her hands and smiled. “I… guess we really are,” she said, punctuating with a giggle that sounded like music to Elise’s ears. “Yep!” Elise dropped her skirt and stepped out of her puddle. “Now what do you say we head back and get cleaned up? I know a bath sounds really good to me right now!” She offered her hand to Sakura. “Mmm, I’d l-like that very much.” She gingerly took Elise’s hand, their fingers weaving together. The two set off back towards the castle, leaving their puddles to evaporate and absorb into the dirt. Elise winced a bit at how cool her legs and elsewhere felt as she walked, but it was hard to get worked up over it. After the emotional ride she had been through, Elise felt strangely calm, like she no longer had to worry about anything bad anymore, especially not when she was holding the hand of the girl she desired. “Um, Elise?” “Hmm?” Elise looked over to a blushing Sakura. “What is it?” “Y-you said you had something you w-wanted to tell me. Could I ask what it was?” “Oh, that!” Elise scratched her cheek. “Um, can it wait until after the bath? I think it’s something best said in clean underwear, you know?” “Oh, of course! Whenever you want.” “Hee-hee, don’t worry,” she said, giving a smile as big as her heart. “I’ll definitely tell you soon. That’s a promise, and I never break my promises, especially not with my best friend!”
  5. AriesTheRam

    First Outdoor Experience

    Well, finally after a long hiatus of actually wetting, I finally had my "f*ck it" moment and started a hold this afternoon. I had to pick up somebody later tonight, so I had some freetime. I decided I would have some fun and go in the shower, as I already had the urge to pee. What better way to dispose of said pee? So I filled up a cup, and splashed what I had for a little self-shower. A short washup, and I'm back to normal stuff. Games, reading forums on this site, etc.. Well, time flies, and I pick my rider up and go back home. Still feeling my urge, I start to drink some more water. The only problem; now I have to wait for my newly arrived roommate to go asleep... then the thought creeps in; why not just go outside when the time arises? I was hesitant, as I've never done it before. But it's pitch black now, and I'll have no eyes on me. So as the urge pressed, I waited for the right moment. My roommate left for her room, just as I was beginning to feel discomfort. I grabbed my wetting PJ's, and hobbled outside. I B-lined it straight to my car, and took my shoes off. Without hesitation, I let go right in a patchy mud and grass ditch right next to my car, and felt the mid turn even muddied as my fluids just raced down, making hissing and trickling noises... what a BLAST! I don't have much to show, besides this one photo, but I had tins of fun! Can't wait to try more outdoor wetting 🙂
  6. The actual story is in the next post, so you can skip right past my rambling ... Preamble --> Ever since I saw this fic, I wanted to do something similar for male desperation. For one thing, I liked the challenge of writing an imaginary world - with rules conducive to omo settings 😄 I felt it was time to experiment - I was comfortable enough with my writing to at least try. While writing in the real world is fun, writing in a dystopian world sounded more fun. My initial idea was the exact reverse of the no Ladies Room scenario - a city where men are forbidden by law to pee outside their home, while Ladies Rooms are in ample supply. I named this world 'Swatch' - I have some ideas for this world (including a semi-believable reason for the rules), the introduction post was 70% done, but then I started rewriting it, and now it is back to 10% done. Anyway I will post a "Swatch Series" about a city without a men's room - someday. But while writing Swatch, I had an idea I liked better. While being forced to hold is hot, choosing to hold is hotter. Especially in the face of temptation. Thus was born the word of 'Shalin', where there are toilets everywhere but not one for use. I hope you guys like this one. This introductory post builds up the world, introducing its rules, through one man's desperate attempt to hold on. If you guys do like it, let me know ... I will write more posts about this world - probably using a different character each time, and add to the rules as we go on. And I will definitely sneak in female desperation at some point soon. Even this intro story has a lot of references to desperate females - couldn't help myself 😄 Warning --> The main character is a misogynist a-hole, with plenty of unsavoury opinions about women's place in the world. If that sort of thing really bothers you, please don't read. Also, just so we are clear - I do not share the opinions. But a misogynist dystopia was what worked for the story line. So that's what you get 😛 What does Shalin mean? It is the name of a fictional city-state. It is used both as the name of the country and as an adjective (So you live in Shalin and have Shalin values). In one of the languages I speak, 'shalin' means something between 'decent' and 'chivalrous' - it refers to behavior that is acceptable (and expect) in civilized society. This "standard of civilized behavior" is what the city-state is all about. So the name.
  7. ssjammerz

    malefemale Cycling wetting 38

    While riding at night, I desperately needed to find a restroom. Unfortunately they're all closed, so the only place I could relieve myself was in my shorts. XP At least it's kinda dark so hopefully no one could see my shorts getting saturated...Enjoy! cyc38.wmv
  8. herrokitty

    Desperation Vision

    Hey all, I kind of wanted to create a premise that I could write about a series of (fictional) desperate scenarios, so I've created a rather flimsy premise that takes some inspiration from stories like Desperation Visor and the like from back in the day (I'm sure you can find them on this website). I want to have some messing scenarios, but I will give you a heads up if it is, and I'll make sure not all of them are for those who aren't into it. But the set-up and scenario one (with no messing, though a couple of references in the setup) is here! I have a superpower. Well, I have a really dumb and useless superpower, but supernatural and unexplainable it is. The day after I turned 18, in high school, I showed up at school and could, well, inexplicably see people’s bladder and bowel capacity. Like, a percentage would pop up. It was like I was wearing VR goggles that could read your organs. I was shocked, but maybe there was a god and he was as big a pervert as me and got me that as my 18th birthday present, because it just so happened I really, really liked seeing desperate ladies. There isn’t any deeper explanation for why I have this superpower other than that, but thanks to it, I’ve witnessed more than my fair share of desperate moments and accidents. And I’ve decided to write them down in roughly chronological order. I first noticed in my first period English class. Halfway through the class, I realized there was a constant creaking sound and I looked around to find the source. Sitting in front of me was a girl who was shaking and tapping her foot constantly and the chair was creaking in response. I arched my eyebrow, my first thought with my… preferences was… did she have to pee? The moment I thought of that, a number popped up above her - 95%. I almost shouted in surprise - you don’t expect numbers to pop up in your vision! Somehow, though, I just knew - I was looking at how close she was to her max capacity. I was obsessed, and I spent most of class ignoring everything else and just watched her fidget. Funny that she was constantly moving yet no one except me noticed. I realized she must not have gone before she came to school - maybe she woke up late (the messy ponytail her hair was in seemed to second that thought). I know I have to pee immediately when I wake up. And poop. At that thought, another number popped up - 75%. Okay, so she could hold that for a bit longer, but she probably needed to go both ways. I suspect she never asked to go because people assume you’ve gone before you got to school or right when you got to school and no one asks to go in first period. Our English teacher was relatively strict so may not have been worth the ask. When the bell rang, she was at 97% and her legs were tightly crossed, her hand hovering by her crotch. She immediately darted out of the class, and I followed as closely as I could, but she slipped into a bathroom before I could catch up. Just to confirm my suspicions, I went to the male bathroom next to it even though I didn’t have to go and waited a couple of minutes. I stepped out and very slowly used the water fountain and just as I really had to leave to my next class, I saw her leave the bathroom looking relieved. Two “0%”s popped up over her head, signifying she must have gone both ways. I spent the next few days abusing this power and looking at every girl to see where they were at. Unfortunately, turns out most 18+ people are pretty good at this holding thing and seemed to always use the bathroom in the range of 70-80%. I once saw a girl at 95% for her bowel capacity as she ran back to her car after school, which must have been someone who really didn’t want to use a school bathroom, but there was no obvious sign she was not going to make it. That being said, this was the spring, so a few weeks later, it was finals week - and that was a different story. Each final was a over two hours long. Holding it through one wasn’t bad, but you wouldn’t want to hold it through multiple at a time. Some teachers would let you use passing time to finish your final, which some slower test takers gladly used, but that left no time for bathroom breaks. On day one, I had English and science in the morning and an extracurricular class in the afternoon. Everyone seemed fine during the English final, but I noticed one girl in particular. Her name was Alex and she was always known as both one of the hottest girls in high school and yet one of the… most academically challenged, shall we say. I finished my exam early and looked around, now adept at casually using my powers. Most people were in the 30-50% range - I could imagine those higher up would use the bathroom between finals, but most would be fine even to go straight to their next one. I was a little disappointed, but this was the real world. 18 year olds, at least without alcohol, had pretty good bladder control. I did see one 62%, though, and I did a double take. It was Alex! She had a nalgene water bottle and was clearly drinking a lot of it. It was a hot summer day, so I don’t blame her, but she was definitely at risk of needing to use her passing time to finish the exam. Looking over, it didn’t even seem like she was past the second page, and there were six! She had less than half the time to do all that. Alex genuinely was very attractive. She probably looked a bit like this model, with wavy blonde hair, though her outfit that day was more like this. She was wearing a tank top and sweatpants, like in that picture, clearly deciding not to dress up for the last week of school. She was not doing that fashion thing where you wear brand name boxer briefs, though, and so when she sat her low-waisted sweatpants clearly showed her blue underwear from behind (remember that low-waisted fad? I didn’t mind for perverse reasons but what an unfortunate fashion choice for the ladies of the 2000’s). I couldn’t help but stare as the numbers creeped up. At 65% her left leg began to tap. At 70% she lifted her leg and sat on it, an uncomfortable position in one of those desk-chairs and seemingly very awkward, but it was her coping mechanism. At 72%, the bell rang, and she was on the final page. I headed out, but I knew she was in my science final. Would she have the time to go in between? I sat down at my science final, waiting for all the students to trickle in. Alex was one of the last, running in as the bell rang. She was at 75%. Marginal, I thought. Would 25% be enough to finish this final? Maybe, if she hadn’t completely finished her nalgene bottle full of water! I was excited at the thought of it. I looked around, and most people were either in 30-40% or near 0, clearly having gone between classes. A couple girls were between 50-60%, clearly using passing time as well, but I doubted they would have any issues holding it through one final since they weren’t even desperate yet. It was just Alex who had misjudged her time. Or rather, made the sacrifices needed to finish her English exam. How would she concentrate on her science exam? How would I concentrate?! She sat right in front of me in our class! She turned to me. She never talked to me. “God, that English exam was sooo hard.” I didn’t think so, but I wasn’t about to judge. “Yeah, did you end up using passing time to finish it?” “Yeah…” She lowered her voice. “I have to pee so bad.” I was shocked. She would say that to me, a nobody, a wallflower of the school… I couldn’t think of any response but thankfully the teacher then told us to be silent as she began passing out the exam. As we got started, I peaked over my desk. Alex had her leg up again, heel dug into her crotch most likely. She was bent over, which means I got a clear sight of not only her blue underwear (which was clearly a thong, now that I was close) and the top of her butt. Again… a fashion trend we will all regret by the 2010s. Her legs were incessantly shaking. I forced myself away and focused on the exam. A bit harder than English… but not too bad either. Halfway through, though, and I heard a sharp inhale. I looked up and Alex had both legs down but crossed with her right hand shoved in her crotch and her left hand furiously writing (she was left handed). I looked at her number… 90%. That went up fast. Must be the water going through her system. I watched for a minute as she fidgeted and rocked back and forth and pulled her hand out of her crotch before immediately putting it back in, but I had to force myself to finish my exam. I wasn’t about to fail science just because I was horny! I finished with about 30 minutes to spare. I looked up and Alex was at 96%. I could not at the time even imagine how she was feeling. She had her pencil down for a moment and her head just in her hand, other hand now permanently in her crotch. I may have been that desperate once or twice in my life since, and it’s like being light headed. There’s no concentrating on anything else. I could not blame her. I wondered how close she was to the end of the exam. She got back to work, but her movements were slow and tentative now. There was no way she was finishing in time. I decided not to turn in my exam as I pretended to look it over, glancing at Alex time to time. She had her legs twisted two ways, then the other, then tapped her foot furiously. Over the next fifteen minutes I saw it tick up to 97%... then 98%... then 99%. What was she going to do? She could NOT hold it a minute longer. Was she going to just run out of the room? Alex, for all her reputation as a ditz, didn’t actually get bad grades, and I could see why. She didn’t give up. She didn’t give up when I would have easily given up to save face. Especially since she was a popular girl with a reputation at stake. I saw something I had never seen before, one that had me at 100% attention. The number went down. From 99% to 97%. There’s no other explanation than her leaking. I stared at her. She was currently cross-legged with her hand in her crotch, her favored position. There was no sign she leaked except her ears, poking out of her wavy blonde hair, were bright red. Her pencil was at a standstill. Suddenly, it went from 97% to 95%. Oh, how I wish I could see her facial expression. Her head tilted down - she must have been checking her pants. After a few seconds, though, she got her second wind and began writing again. 5 minutes later and it was back at 98%. Then 99%. She looked around furtively but didn’t see anyone looking - I was directly behind so she had no idea. She stared down at her crotch and then I saw the number ticking down. 98%. 97%. 96%. 95%. It stopped again. Did she just do that intentionally? She pulled her hand out of her crotch and I saw it was… glistening. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. She began furiously scribbling. No sign of wetness from behind, but she must have been soaked in her crotch and maybe her butt as well. Her leak served her well for a few minutes, but at two minutes before the bell rung, it climbed to 99%... then 100%. Her hand jammed back in between her crossed legs, and I saw it drop to 98% then stop. Then it dropped to 96%. Then I saw the wetness creep to the back of her sweatpants and climb up the back. It dropped to 93% and I saw a puddle forming in her seat. I was in heaven, though I felt bad I was enjoying so much at her expense. What was she going to do? She leaked yet again - I wonder if her bladder was just plain tired - and it was down to 90%. The puddle was so close to dripping to the floor… but she stayed still and began to write again. I had to admire the perseverance. The bell rang and she kept writing. I pretended to be stuck on the last question. The teacher barely looked up and said anyone could stick around for 10 minutes of passing time. Most people left, and then by five minutes in everyone besides Alex and I did. Having calmed down enough to stand up, I used this time to slowly turn in my exam and went back to my desk to grab my stuff. She was up to 96%... as I passed her I saw she was on the final question. I saw a glimpse of her crotch, hand in it, and it was dark and wet all around her hand. As I very slowly zipped up my backpack, though, I saw the dams burst. She let out a little meep and the number creeped down… 95%... 94%... 93%... slowly the puddle grew again and then finally spilled over. A drip began to echo, so loud to me but probably not actually even loud enough for the teacher to hear. The dropping accelerated. 90%. 85%. She was full on peeing. It kept going until 50%. The drip became a stream and a puddle formed on the floor. I simply stared. The teacher noticed nothing, thankfully, since it would be weird as hell for me to be just standing there. I pulled out a couple of books to cover… a certain part of me and I put on my backpack. She turned to me, panic on her face. She mouthed, “Help me.” What the hell was I to do? She must have given up on the last question at this point. I gave her a book to cover her front. I whispered, “I’ll walk behind you as you leave” as if I was doing her a favor and not being a perv. Sitting, fortunately, the wet spot in the front was just centered around the crotch and easily blocked. When she stood up, though, the entirety of her ass was glistening wet. It’s a sight I have permanently in my memory. She walked up and smoothly dropped the exam at the teacher’s desk without removing the book from her front and I quickly closed the distance as she turned to leave so the teacher wouldn’t see her behind. Hopefully for her, we would never see this class again and they would either not figure out who caused the puddle or she would have graduated and no one else would know. Fortunately for her, the hallways had essentially cleared as everyone headed to lunch, the one subject no one hangs out in the hallways to avoid going to. Now that we were out, she spoke out loud. “I’m so embarrassed. Thank you.” All I could muster was “It’s no big deal.” A couple seconds later and I said, “It could happen to anyone. Finals are long.” She asked me, “Would you come with me to my locker?” More time with her? Sure thing! I nodded, not showing my excitement (and book still over my front) and we went down a couple hallways to her locker, which was fortunately nearby. She put her backpack in and dug around in the bottom before pulling out another set of sweatpants. She closed her locker and beckoned that I follow. With nothing blocking her, I could see the full extent of the damage. It was like a baseball on the front, but it was the size of a basketball on the back, her whole butt covered and her upper thighs as well. Down another hallway was the girls’ bathroom. She asked me, “Could you check if it’s empty?” I nodded, thrilled at the idea I got to go into the girls’ bathroom. I walked in and looked under the stalls. I opened the door and said, “You’re clear.” She walked in and I turned to leave. She said, “You’ve been so helpful and nice. You don’t have to leave… plus I need someone to watch the door.” I could not believe how this day was going. “Uh… sure.” She handed me her dry sweatpants. I turned to put my back against the door so no one could enter and she headed into a stall and pulled her wet sweatpants and thong down. A trickle started as she finished peeing. I checked… 0%. She flushed before meticulously pulling off her sweatpants and thong. She exited out of the stall, nude from the bottom down (trimmed but not shaved, you pervs!). I was a shy guy, this was definitely the closest I had gotten to a naked lady as a post-pubescent person in my life so far. Her thong was on top, and I saw how the front was just totally wet. She threw the clothes away and buried them in paper towels before drying down her legs, giving me a good look at her ass. She walked over to me and grabbed the sweatpants. “Why are you holding a book over… oh.” The jig was up. She had seen my raging erection. Fortunately (I guess? Given the circumstances?), she chalked it up to seeing her naked, not seeing her pee. I stammered, “Sorry....” She replied, “Well… honestly… I’m just glad I can still have that effect on a guy who’s seen me pee my pants.” She pulled up her sweatpants right in front of me. “How do I look?” “Good… oh… uh… I mean, no one can tell what happened.” She smiled. “Perfect.” She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. “It’ll be our secret.” We left and went our separate ways and unfortunately never talked again (she went to college somewhere far far away).
  9. Ashi

    female Dead by Omorashi

    From the album: Ashi's Art

    Just some personal work of (( self insert )) being hunted down by my fave slasher, Myers. I think a desperation mechanic would work well in a game like Dead By Daylight.
  10. Version 1.0.0

    116 downloads

    This is the translated version of the Ralsei Omorashi Doujinshi I posted a while back. Made by this artist from pixiv: https://www.pixiv.net/member.php?id=336458

    Free

  11. zimw00t

    female Ski Trip Accident

    Here's a short little one-off I did to fulfill a request of someone in the request topic. Didn't spend to much time on it, but hope you enjoy! Little Kathy Evergreen was more than excited to see snow for the first time in what felt like forever. She’d been skiing once before when her school had visited the nearest resort, but that felt like ages ago. In fact, it was only last year, but to an 11-year-old a year was practically a decade. Her parents had finally relented and decided to allow her special snow day trip, if only because they were just as eager to get a vacation. Kathy was an excellent skier, thank-you-very-much. She just hadn’t been able to figure out how to go down any big hills yet. Or any hills for that matter. But she had gotten very good at moving around slowly in a pair of skis, and she would have gone down the bunny slope at the end of the last trip had they not run out of time just before she could. She wasn’t glad or anything that she didn’t have to prove to all her friends how good she was at skiing, they should have already known anyway just because of how awesome she was. Skiing ability aside, Kathy just loved snow. It was so pretty, and it made everything look so bright and cheerful. Take what would be a boring dirt hillside in the summertime and add some snow, and you had a mystical winter wonderland. She couldn’t wait. It hardly snowed where she lived, and they had to drive forever to get to the snow. It was only an hour or so up the road, but to an 11-year-old an hour was practically a whole year. Who had time to wait around for a whole hour in a boring car when there was snow somewhere out there to be skied all over. And she would go down one of the hills today, no matter what her parents seemed to think. Maybe not one of the big hills, but surely one of the smaller ones. Or at least the bunny slope. Maybe she could work up to the bunny slope. Of course, just wearing skis was fun on its own, wasn’t it? She’d have to decide later. “C’mon Kathy it’s time to get in the car.” Kathy’s parents had already packed everything they were going to need. They didn’t have any ski equipment of their own, but planned to rent it when they got there. All they had to bring was warm clothes and snacks. Kathy was wearing several layers already in preparation. It was uncomfortable, but she kept telling herself that she didn’t want to be cold, so it was for the best that she stay in those clothes until they got there. Plus it was so many layers that it would take forever to take them all off, just to have to put them on again when they arrived. As Kathy opened the door to the back seat of the car, her mother reminded her, “Kathy did you use the bathroom before leaving the house? We’re going to be in the car for a while and you might not get another chance before we get there.” “I already did this morning. Let’s goooooooo.” Kathy was impatient to get going already. She hadn’t actually used the bathroom all morning, but she didn’t feel like she needed to go, so it was probably fine. She could just go when they got there if she needed to. She hoped the drive didn’t take too long. ---------------------------- The drive took too long. It was fooooooreeeeeeeveeerrrr. It was a little less boring after they got to where you could see snow on the side of the road around them, but up until that point it was unbearable. She thought she was going to die, but somehow she made it. And her excitement was reaching new levels as they made their way through the lodge to the rental area. A nice lady helped her pick out the right skis, boots, and those sticks you used to stand up. It was a little tricky figuring out how to lock in and out of the skis with the special boots, but she got the hang of it. She didn’t know how long they spent in there but she couldn’t wait any more, she needed to be out in that snow skiing. It’s like she was born to do nothing else. She had so much confidence in her skiing ability just thinking about how she would tackle those scary hills this time. She got out the door into the chilly air, where she was glad for the many layers she was wearing. Moving around in her skis was awkward, but surely going down hills would be easy. She could do anything if she set her mind to it. “Kathy, dear, we’re going to go up the lift to the top. You can stay down here for a bit and get comfortable moving around. There’s a hill for kids to try out over there, and a slightly bigger one the other way if you feel up for it. Remember to go inside if you feel tired or thirsty, and remember to take bathroom breaks.” At the mention of bathroom breaks, Kathy remembered she hadn’t had one yet. During the car ride she had started to feel the slight tingle of needing to go. It still wasn’t so bad though. She could definitely hold it a while longer. There was too much skiing to be done to worry about that now. “She’ll be fine,” Kathy’s dad reassured. “She’s been here before, and there are plenty of workers around to make sure everyone stays safe. We’ll meet back here in a couple hours when you’re ready to get something to eat.” Kathy said goodbye to her parents and headed off toward the smaller of the hills her mom had mentioned. The hills didn’t seem as scary as they had last time. Without much difficulty she managed to conquer the first one after only the second try, and she only fell down a little bit. It was the bigger hill that was giving her more trouble. It made her a little scared just looking at it. But she could handle it easy, of course. She was an expert skier now, after all. Somewhere in the back of her mind during all this she realized she really did have to pee badly now. It was only getting worse the longer she waited, but she knew she needed to take on that next hill first. She just had to work up the nerve. But she really needed to go. If she just took a break for a second. No, if she didn’t go on that hill right now she might not be able to later. It had to be now. She did it! She managed to go down the big hill without stopping or falling once! She was so proud of herself she nearly forgot she needed to get to a bathroom, ASAP. Pressure was building and she was starting to freak out a little bit. She was going to be able to hold it right? She wasn’t a little girl anymore, she had taken on the big hill. She shouldn’t have to worry about little girl things like having accidents in her pants. Rushing to the lodge she managed to unhook her heavy snow boots from their locks on the skis. It took her a bit longer than it probably should have, and she was fidgeting more than usual due to her building need. Hurry, hurry, kept running through her head. Where were the bathrooms again? She swore she saw them on the way in. Was she going to make it? She had to. Like a glowing sign from above, she saw a glowing sign above a doorway that read “restrooms” and she nearly sprinted toward it. There was a door for both men and women. She desperately pulled at the handel for the women’s, but to her dismay it didn’t budge. She knocked, quietly at first, but was soon nearly pouding at the door. “Calm down, I’ll be out in a second,” came a voice from inside. This couldn’t be happening. She’d have to find another bathroom. But where? Could she just use the men’s? She didn’t hesitate long before deciding she didn’t have a choice. She barged into the other door, which thankfully wasn’t locked, and slammed it behind her. She hoped she could be in and out of there before anyone noticed she’d used the boy’s room. She thought she was safe, but the final obstacle had shown itself: getting out of her ridiculous multi-layered snow clothes. There were so many straps and zippers that she wasn’t sure where to start. She started pulling desperately around the pants but they wouldn’t just slide off. She realized she was going to pee herself. She had tried so hard but she just couldn’t get her snow suit off in time. She was out of time. The floodgates were breaking open. Pee was coming out of her, slowly soaking into her underwear, and into the many layers of fabric above. She let out a sob as she gave up and let the urine run freely. She sat there and cried helplessly on the bathroom floor. She was supposed to be a big girl, but today had been an utter failure. She was going to be a little girl forever.
  12. Munio

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    From the album: Munio 2019

    © munio 2019

  13. DarthBane93

    Wet birthday fun.

    Feeling like going all out since it's my birthday today. Gonna keep the bed mega soaked. Most videos to my vk since fuck Tumblr lol. Any suggestions for me? Enjoy all 😉 Movie on 6-4-19 at 10.51 AM.mov @PrincessPeeach @rachelkirwan Thought you might appreciate 😉
  14. Aquraisus

    Complete bliss

    From the album: Pokemon Omorashi

    Just an anthro absol enjoy a bit of relief

    © Pokémon belongs to Nintendo

  15. hal_jordan

    Peed my grey boxers

    Desperate when I got home. Tried to wait until I lost control. Hope y'all like. VID_20190528_170406.mp4
  16. kinkynatious

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    From the album: Flower Power

    © kinkynatious

  17. kinkynatious

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    From the album: Flower Power

    © kinkynatious

  18. kinkynatious

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    From the album: Flower Power

    © kinkynatious

  19. kinkynatious

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    From the album: Flower Power

    © kinkynatious

  20. Nephron

    female Legging Wettings

    So I kind of really like leggings and tights wetting, I wonder if I could start a thread for people to throw in what they have? Pretty much like the Bikini/Swimsuit Wetting and Tumblr Finds thread in existence already. I know there already are a few on the forum, but I was hoping for it all to be gathered here for any other legging/tights lovers Of course I'll start it off first with my own upload. Just a mini amateur wetting in grey leggings, but it's really quite nice and in high quality too. cad2e68468335c1c1def05d0c5c22977.mp4 Hope it hasn't been uploaded already or against any rules, but I did some checking and it should be fine! EDIT: Just to light this thread up a bit more, I'll throw in two more I just found! Amateur grey leggings once again, may or may not be the same girl? But good wetting anyway! d11a9bd38c2558963293315eac35ce18.mp4 Not sure what color this is, I'm colorblind but not a bad amateur wetting as well! f05f61ab6ad18fe998dad9413fbbc0ed.mp4 As always, hope these videos aren't reposts and are not against any rules!
  21. Hi everybody! Its me Kozmo! Its been a long time since I wrote the first part of lotto 5, because life has stuff in it I need to be doing. But today, I put aside a couple of hours and went for it. Some background info for newer users who don't know what a KozmoLotto is, the basic jist of it is that every now and again, I hold a thread that's basically a lottery. I roll a d100, and anyone who wants to participate rolls a d100 provides me with an omorashi scenario, with their caveats and the like. Whoever rolls closest to the number I have rolled when I deem the thread to be done, is the winner. I then put myself through their scenario, and write about it here in the experiences forum. These have been quite popular, not to toot my own horn, given that Lotto 4 is the current highest rated post in the sites history. So if you like the thought, and you like this post, participate in the next one because the more the better ❤️ I'll link all my previous experiences at the bottom for newcomers. Physical description time! I'm what one may call a "skinny-smol goth-looking chick." I'm not incredibly short but definitely not tall either. My weight is always in the like, 100 pound range give or take depending on the month I suppose. I might as well be flat as a board, but my butt looks good according to some, so that's an uplifting thought. I have quite a few tattoos, on my back, leg, arms, and chest. Not going to detail what they are in case someone recognizes me, obviously. My hair is currently teal (I practically change this seasonally) and after attempting to beat an outfit style request from the proprietor of this particular experience, I settled on a black and white horizontally striped t-shirt that I often allow to show off my midriff, a pair of denim short shorts, a black bra that was none too fancy, mainly for the aesthetic for under the shirt and the like, a pair of black panties that were slightly fancier and clung to me nice and tightlike, transparent in some areas but not over the important bits, which were covered in a design, a bit skimpy and frilly, and kneesocks. The kneesocks are just kind of mandatory, you know? Its pretty chilly today, which probably contributed to the trembling that would soon occur. Also, I have the standard piercings you'd expect from someone with this description. As for the experience itself, which was requested by @Imouto Bouquet, the following was requested: "Been a long while since I last inputted into one of these. Anyway, here's my idea: If you own any kind of game in which there's a very high chance of a 'Game Over', this will be perfect. (Looking at you, Dark Souls/Bloodborne). This will go really well if you've built up some need before starting it. Step 1: Start up a new game and build a character type you're not very familiar with (e.g: A Warrior Build if you're used to Magic Casters, and vice versa. You get the idea.) Step 2: Every time you save the game, take a drink from a pint glass. Step 3: Every time you Game Over/Have to reload, down a drink from the pint glass. Every time you Game Over to a boss, push on your bladder for 10-30 seconds based on how low you got the boss's HP (Longer time for the lower percentages of HP, as that's more of an infuriating defeat.) Step 4: If you ever get desperate while playing, you cannot stop to help alleviate your need until you reach a natural stopping point/checkpoint (Bonfires in Dark Souls, if I'm not mistaken). If you do have to surrender to this lifeline, you must take a drink from the Pint Glass when you feel yourself regain more control." Given my love for the souls series, I went with Bloodborne. Dark Souls would be too easy, as I've invested like half my life in that game, but I haven't nearly as much experience in Bloodborne. I decided to go with a bloodtinge build. The build choice ended up literally not mattering. I had this sick strategy for optimized levelling, equipment, the whole shebang. But to the surprise of NOBODY, I'm awful at video games when I'm absolutely bursting at the seams. I should note that another rule was added: Given imouto is in the site discord, I pinged them for any last second additions, which came in the form of if I died to a trash mob, instead of drinking, I had to completely relax for 5-15 seconds depending on the frequency of the deaths. This included falling off of things and dying. Given I ended up so jittery and barely able to hold the controller, this rule got some mileage. 5 seconds for mob or gravity death, 15 seconds if the next death of this type was within 15 minutes of the last. Spoiler alert: almost all of them were. I booted the PS4, layered a trash bag and a towel onto my chair for the future, and got to work. I should also note that the initial request noted I should start out already needing to pee, so I drank some over 500ml of water more than an hour before I started, also without having the classic "morning pee" as they call it. This, which I should have predicted, woke my kidneys up, thus ensuring that everything I'd drink from then on would go straight through me, and BOY did it ever. It started simply enough. You basically have a half-required death near the beginning of the game, given you need to go to the hunters dream to get a weapon, which is the hub you can't access until you either reach a lamp, or die. So I let the first enemy of the game kill me on the spot. I had to pee, but it wasn't dire yet, so the 5 seconds of relaxation wasn't bad, and more than worth. So I thought anyway. Got my equipment, and tried to basically speedrun my way through Yharnam. Naturally, due to being jittery and impatient due to my bladder, I fucked up and died. That 15 seconds of relaxation was very uncomfortable and had me shaking. I let out a frustrated whine and continued on. This would happen one more time, inching me closer towards the edge of desperate need before I actually reached the first boss. The first boss should be easy. Should be. When you're frustrated, needy, and shaky, not so much. To spare the details of the combat, I ended up dying three times (to the fucking Cleric Beast. As a Souls fan that brings me more shame than any wetting ever will.) And as the rules stated, I had to drink a pintglass for every single one of those deaths. Lacking one in my immediate vicinity, but a jar that has measurements on it, a google told me a good pint is a little more than 500 ml. So I went with 500ml. And chugged a litre and a half. This is where things got REALLY REALLY BAD for me, because across those three deaths, running back, drinking 500 ml each time, on top of everything I already had in my system and my kidneys already operating at a speedy capacity, by the third death I was in an absolutely desperate fever. I couldn't stop trembling and whining, swearing out loud every time something didn't go right. Not only did it feel like I was about to piss my shorts, I was also frustrated beyond belief, as I couldn't focus on the game and my bladder fully at the same time. Now you might have noticed, I left something out in that above paragraph. There was something very specific I forgot in the rule for bosses, I was too desperate to think straight and just chugged and rushed again hoping to get things done as speedily as possible. So I forgot to push on my bladder. In all three fights, nonetheless. When I remembered I nervously brought it up to Imouto. They said to make up for it, I'd have to, over the next 5 minutes, relax for a total of 45 seconds. So I could do it 5 seconds at a time, 10 secondsish per minute, as long as the total had been done by the end of the 5 minutes. And this all had to happen while I was still focusing on the gameplay. Things got pretty dire for me really fast, and pretty damp on top of it, no matter how much I whined and vibrated in utter debilitating need. The first couple of relaxations brought the first leaks. And by leaks I mean very steady, slow, streams. Completely relaxing for me is way worse than any kind of pressing on the bladder. Makes sense doesn't it? When you're holding a full bladder and then stop holding, you pee. I was doing them in 10 second increments, as suggested, and by second number 5 I always started trickling into my underwear, and if I so much as shifted my legs, it would increase a bit more. I could feel myself growing warm down there, and eventually had a very big wet spot reaching under my ass. Every bit that slipped out of me made me need to pee more. It was utterly agonizing, and I almost bit a hole through my lip from feeling how helpless such a minor thing like relaxing my bladder could make me. There was nothing I could do but leak, and leak, and leak... ...And then I died. Because keep in mind, while all this was happening, my fingernails were still digging into my controller, and I continued to play the game. I was not doing well, in real life or playing the game. So upon accidentally flinging myself off a ledge because I was far too desperate to actually LOOK where I was going, I had to immediately relax another 5 seconds, thus once more feeling the crotch of my shorts go warm with the agonizing pulses of everything wanting to be released. I respawned and continued. This completely screwed me up. How so you ask? That death and 5 second period of agony, made me forget about the rest of the agony. You know, what was about probably 20 remaining seconds of bladder relaxation that I had to do before the end of the 5 minute period. Naturally, as is almost poetic, I didn't remember this until there was about 20 seconds left in that 5 minute period. I don't want to overuse the word agony like I've been doing, but its just the single most appropriate word. This pain for an omo enthusiast is the 7th circle of hell, but at the same time the final step on the stairway to heaven. I dropped my controller on my desk and almost doubled over. My long fingernails dug into my thighs as I could feel my bladder waking up, like "hey, I heard I'm about to get more relief so let me explode okay?" By 5 seconds I could feel it dribbling. By 10 seconds my legs were contorting, if not my whole body, as small hiss after small hiss started breaching the fabric of my panties and hitting the denim barrier on the other side. I started to let out these small cries, not quite whines, more like when a child gets a cut and they're trying not to cry, these frantic "aaaahh" noises. My nails continued digging, and my legs continued rubbing together at the knees. I was shaking like an absolute leaf, my bladder relaxed but the rest of my body, knowing a grown woman shouldn't be having an accident, entered lock down around the area, leaving this burning intense pain in my lower abdomen while my pee fought its way out. By 15 seconds, it was like a submarine with a hull breach, the first mate sending signals to my brain that it can't hold on any longer. The steady pulse of urine soaking my crotch, pooling under me. The towel was now definitely taking damage, and I could feel my eyes go wide, a few tears pricking, begging it, whining at it, to just hold on, to not COMPLETELY explode. 20 seconds hit. I almost couldn't stop. Both hands were required, and it was another few seconds before I could stem the flow. If it were any other challenge, this probably could have counted as a loss, given my shorts and thighs were soaked. Imouto specified to me though, that the challenge was only over when I completely burst. My bladder had relief, but it was very tired, so it didn't really feel like I had gotten myself breathing room. If anything, it only made me need to pee more. Feeling my bottom half coated in sopping denim and streaks of pee really didn't help at all. And so, my quest continued. To what end, I do not know. My starting strategy had long since fallen apart, my build choice no longer mattered as I was going to get nowhere with it anyway. I wasn't going to make it much farther, I was already a leaky faucet, and if you've read my experiences you know that when I get leaky, its not going to be another hour before my bladder gives out on me entirely and I completely piss my pants. You know it, and I knew it. My goal had to become a lot more realistic, this speedrun wasn't happening, but I needed a goal to latch on to. When you're holding, you need to know what your endgame is in order to steel your resolve. For some, its making it to a bathroom, for others, its hold out until this meeting is over, etc. I needed an anchor to steel my bladder. I thought ahead and quickly found it. I steadied my resolve and I said it outloud to myself. "I'm not going to burst until I kill Father Gascoigne." I held onto that tether as I made my way through. I did my best to keep focus, the trash mobs were literally nothing to me. The big thing that was getting me so far was inattention; forgetting where ambush mobs were placed and getting fucked up by them, or falling off of things. The path to Gascoigne isn't really rife with that sort of thing, at least until I went down to kill the giant pig and fell down a hole. Given this was technically within 15 minutes of the last blunder, I went through the motions of the previous paragraph on this subject again, with even more pee gradually gushing out of me this time. I felt sorry for the puddle. I looked down at my legs, and it was very obvious on my thighs. You know how there's a difference between damp denim, and outright glistening denim? My thighs were glistening. I could see the very wet streak reaching from my crotch up the short seam. I gripped my controller and continued on. Upon making it to Gascoigne I was more confident than I should have been. Gascoigne is the first major boss of the game, and he is essentially the difficulty spike. He's geared to get you prepared for the game ahead, where you'll fight highly aggressive monsters, and even moreso he preps you for fighting other hunters, whether it be NPC, or other players invading you for PvP. When you beat him, that's when you're ready. As someone who always loved the PvP of Bloodborne, Gascoigne might be my favorite boss to fight. I aggressively duked it out with him, kited him around some tombstones and-- Then he killed me. I was mortified. Did I really come this far just to lose to him, and then lose control? I scowled in pure frustration and despair, shaking like a leaf. I was so desperate to pee I could barely hold the controller, my body was a sweaty mess of vibrating movement. I stuffed my hand between my legs, gripping for dear life, feeling the cold liquid shoot down my throat as I chugged the required 500ml. I had consumed so much water, over 2L at this point. I didn't know if the small bulge in my abdomen was my stomach or bladder bloated with water. Likely both. You'll recall that the boss death rule requires pushing on my bladder afterward. You'll also recall, if you've read my stories before, that I don't like just pushing on my bladder. For whatever reason, it doesn't actually do a whole lot to me. It increases discomfort, yes. It definitely makes me need to pee more. But I've never so much as spurted from pushing on my bladder with my hands, I don't think. But when its in a challenge its obviously meant to be way worse than it effects me, so I usually do what I did here. I stood up, went to the corner of my desk, moaning as I felt gravity sink my bladder lower, and leaned into it for a good 20 seconds as punishment for losing to Gascoigne. I fully expected this to be the end. The pressure on my bladder was immense, and I could have sprayed like a firehose all over my floor, right then and there. But, given this wasn't a matter of me relaxing my bladder like most challenge related events up to this point, I was able to clench my muscles for dear life. I leaked into my now drenched underwear at the 10th second, leading me to hunch over my desk even more. I was huffing and puffing and moaning and actually drooling onto my desk, knock kneed and just trying my absolute hardest not to wet my shorts more than I already had. A really big spurt forced its way out around the 15th, shooting down my thigh and pattering onto the floor. Hearing it really didn't do me any justice, it just caused me to make even more loud and incomprehensible noises. Second 20 rolls around and I get off the desk as fast as possible, not before immediately leaking onto the floor again. I grabbed my crotch to save myself as best as I could and gingerly sat back down onto my towel. Once more I fought my way to the boss area in what was becoming a routine run. The leaks had bought me a bit of relief, not a whole lot, but a bit more focus. I got back to Gascoigne and initiated Operation Kill-This-Fuck. I made sure to be more of an aggressor this time, utilizing stunlocks and the music box to force him into a corner and continue wailing on him. There was a couple close calls but I had plenty of heals on me. When he morphed into his monster form I made use of the classic 2nd phase strategy, where you cover him in oil and throw molotovs at him, taking big chunks of his health. Before long, the good Father was finished, and I went back to the Hunters Dream to level up, which had me chugging another 500 ml, as were the rules. This triggered some sort of response in my brain. I think it was due to me having this exact victory as a goal, because I immediately started heavily leaking, so quickly I barely had time to respond. I dropped my controller on the floor and stuffed my hands between my legs, leaning forward as I felt a gush of urine push its way into my shorts and seep into the now squishy towel underneath me. It was easily the biggest leak yet, the PSSSSHHHH might as well have echoed in the room. I had to wipe my hands off on my legs so I could pick the controller back up. This was the beginning of the end for me. I was almost constantly dribbling on and off, and I had beaten the goal I had set. My kidneys were constantly processing liquid, making sure my bladder kept topping off, but it was so tired. I didn't really have an option to hold back too much anymore. My bladder was exhausted, my brain was exhausted, my ass planted in my chair was soaked, I was beyond saving. I blindly trucked forward and walked into the next area, only to get killed by a mob I forgot was there. Twice in a row. 5 seconds of relaxation for the first, during which I surprisingly didn't leak, but the next death to the same mob (I fucked up a parry and he murdered me) bought me 15 seconds. Yet again, Psssshhh. I could only moan under my breath, sweating and drooling with need as I felt my crotch grow warm, and the towel warmer. I was done for. My next fuckup would be my last. Upon deciding I should just sprint past enemies, all the while beginning to dribble as my body began to finally give out, I frantically combed through the area, too desperate to think and even remember what I was supposed to be doing, only to not notice the monsterous dog chasing me, the dog whom ended my final life as I stopped to take in my bearings. Another 15 seconds of bladder relaxation? I knew I couldn't do it. I knew I couldn't do it and my bladder didn't even wait for me to try. I began to wet myself, feeling urine pool in my underwear, through it, into my shorts, and spread warmth all around me. There was nothing I could do. It didn't stop me from trying. I clenched as hard as I could, stood up, and threw my controller onto my bed. I hobbled next to my chair, a hand buried in my crotch, feeling my pee push through my shorts into my fingers. I kept muttering to myself, "I can't stop, I can't stop" as I tore the towel off my chair and threw it at the floor underneath me, in some sorry attempt to control the damage. I braced myself, one hand on my desk, one buried in my crotch. I shut my eyes and grunted with the effort of trying to stop. Psssh. No dice. I still couldn't stop it. I removed the hand at my desk and had it join the other one in trying to hold back the flood. I gasped in absolutely frantic disbelief, terror, and hopelessness, breathing heavily and verbally begging, saying to my empty room that I couldn't hold it, please stop. Please. The cries of helplessness continued.. Psssshhhh. I felt it begin to stream down my legs. I was doing my best to not completely pee myself, but there's only so much a single person can do, especially when its mind against body. The dread grew inside me, knowing that despite my hands being planted firmly, kneading even, into my crotch, I was still wetting myself, slowly but surely. I could feel the warm drops begin to patter on my kneesocks, warming my calves and signalling that the backs of my legs were no longer safe either. I made one last ditch attempt. I was sweating, knock kneed and trembling beyond all belief, nearly drooling with the combination of pure frantic desperation and ecstasy. I removed my hands, bent forward, arching my back a little, and planted my hands on the arm of the chair, leaning onto it for all the stability I could garner. My eyes were wide, my mouth agape and panting as I glanced down at myself, my entire being about to collapse underneath me. This was it. I tried to hold. I tried to hold it in so hard, every fibre in my being went into not completely peeing my shorts... But... I couldn't do it. I couldn't hold it anymore. My bladder completely gave out and I started peeing full force into my shorts, if not outright through them. The hiss was loud, but the liquid spilling onto the floor and towel was far louder, spattering and pooling every which way. The relief was so incredible it was almost orgasmic, if I hadn't been holding myself up using the chair I would have collapsed straight to my knees. Blazing trails of streaming urine rushed down my legs, rivers on their way to the ocean underneath me. I don't even need to describe how my clothes could literally no longer contain any of it, my entire lower half was oversaturated beyond capacity almost instantly. I struggled, cried, panted and moaned, quite loudly mind you given it was an incredibly intense moment for me on all fronts, but I was finished. I had lost. Maybe a minute later I had tapered off, being empty enough now that my body turned off the bladder autopilot and allowed me to have control once more. I notified the proper challenge authorities of the development, and squelched my way to the bathroom and stripped off, peeing whatever 10 or 5 percent I had left into the toilet. I sat in there for a bit just collecting myself from the exhaustion and chatting on my phone. Eventually I pulled myself back into my room, wiped up and tossed laundry accordingly, and plopped myself down at my computer. I probably didn't even put clothes back on for like another hour, I was far too exhausted. I had several more close calls, through the day and night, given that after we mathed everything out I had consumed 3 litres total. I am not a big girl. My kidneys were still on overdrive and I had so much water still in my system. I got desperate again every hour, and I peed again every hour, until that evening. (Don't worry I ate salty food, I know how water intoxication works and I avoid it very reliably) As I sat in my chair, feeling the fatigue eat me alive, I could only think about how this was DEFINITELY one for the books. I hope you all enjoyed this as much as I did. Thank you for reading, and I love you all ❤️ If you're interested in my past work, the work that went into making this experience happen, and a vague announcement for the very near future, continue reading below ❤️ ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Firstly, a MASSIVE thank you to @Biku for making the art included in this experience. This entire ordeal, I was typing in the discord which he was present for, and we came to an agreement almost immediately after the ordeal happened. I can not exaggerate how good this picture is. I gave him all the details of the experience, showed him some reference pictures so he'd know the exact attire and who he was drawing, and he absolutely blew my mind. This is the single most accurate piece of art I've ever had done of me, and its quality is absolutely OUTSTANDING. If you wanted to see what a Kozmo experience looks like, in some way that's other than words, this is the absolute closest to the real thing you can POSSIBLY get. Every single little detail of the picture is 1000% accurate, from me to the clothes to the wetting itself. My mind is boggled, and this is my favorite omo picture of all time as a result. If you haven't checked out Biku's art already, get on that shit. Like right now, GO. You might be thinking that this agreement seems 1 sided. That's where the announcement I mentioned comes in. To avoid spoilers I'll just say this: Biku gave me some art for my experience, and in trade, I'm giving him some experience for his art. He'll have another project coming soon, and you're not going to want to miss it, because I personally am going to help said project be an accurate depiction of the scenario he wants to create right down to the wire, in the way Kozmo always does, if you catch my drift. So stay tuned for that, you're DEFINITELY not going to want to miss it. Again, if you haven't checked out his art, you definitely should, and continue to do so. If you're new around here, or just haven't cared until now and want to read the rest of my experiences I've put myself through, I shall link them below. Thanks for sticking around to read more ❤️ Wet myself looking for a bathroom at a club! Wet myself while gaming (And nearly got caught!) Peed my Pants While Doing Photography (And possibly trespassing) Two Wettings the Night Before Christmas. Wet myself outside of the bathroom Peed my Pants in a Haunted Maze! Pissed myself while drunk at a friend's apartment! Wet myself at the University Peed my pants while tech supporting a friend! And the lottos!
  22. Mad Bladder

    Monica’s Shame

    Chapter 1-Trying to get a wee before leaving Monica scrubbed her body as the boiling hot water poured all over her, flowing down in tiny rivers that splashed below and went down the drain. Her rock hard muscle, yet very thin tan body shined in this hot water which steamed up the whole bathroom. Monica whistled while she soaped up her broad shoulders. Lots of girls had hot bodies, but Monica made sure she had the one no boy would expect growing up. Having started lifting weights in high school, and having just graduated college and working as an engineer at a plant for construction projects, she now built a well-fit body that got a lot of guy’s attention at college. One guy while she waited in line for dinner at college her sophomore year grabbed her ass, and she flipped around, twisted his nipples and brought him to the ground. The whole cafe cheered that day and the douchebag was expelled, from that moment on men (and some women) loved this brown hair women’s muscular tan body. Not tall, average girl heigh. She rubbed the shampoo through her hair as her nipples flattened from the hot water, her awesome body in v-shape down as she bent over in that moment and scrubbed her crotch, getting a bit aroused while doing so. She finished and headed out the door, her roommate Emma bouncing in agony and rushed in. Monica hid her small laugh. “Oops” she said. She shared the house with a couple friends. Monica slipped into her tight black skirt that seemed to be a little too short for work which showed off her sexy hard calf’s and ass of steel. She put on a tight White top without sleeves just over the shoulders but boy did it show off those two breasts that were round and hard as bricks. She slipped her sock less feet into some black high heels. She brushed her dark brown hair so it went straight down just past the shoulders and was perfectly wavy. She drank the last bit of her morning coffee she left on her dresser before she showered, then went downstairs for a refill and drank that right down. “Ok, I should head out,” Monica said, seeing the clock. She lived in the city and had to take the train to work. She bagged the blueprints of the project they were working on at her plant, and felt a very small twitch in her abdomen. Well, that coffee traveled fast. She went upstairs and knocked on the bathroom door. Her roommate was still in there. “Emma, you almost done? I have to get going and I want to use the bathroom one more time before I leave.” “I have to get ready too ya know!” Emma yelled. She worked in the mayors office. Monica sighed. Her arms crossed across her chest trying to keep it together. “Ok, but it’s a bit of a ride to work, I just want to go one last time. I think I drank down my coffee too fast.” She bit her bottom lip and raised an eyebrow in wonder if she will get in or not? “Is it an emergency?” Emma asked without concern in her voice. Monica rolled her eyes. The fuck was this chick’s problem!? “No, but come on, let me in. I barely feel it but I just want to let it out now.” “Door is open,” Emma said. Monica opened the door, and there was sexy Emma in a pile of soapy bubbles that leaked over the edge of the tub. Monica put her hands on her hips and started to tap her foot in annoyance. When was Emma gonna get out of the tub. Seeing the toilet right there caused a slight jolt in her bladder. “Well, you gonna go or not?” “Not with you in the bathroom with me!” “Pff. Come on girls don’t have shy bladders, it in our nature. Now get going.” Monica could squash that myth in a heartbeat. She was a tough chick, but after twenty-three years on this earth, she fell weak when it was her bladder, peeing with someone on the other end of the door was hard enough, but in the same room!? Monica just shook her head and went downstairs and out the door. “I’ll just go at the train station,” she said to herself. She was almost done with her apple when she got there, her bladder having been humped around as she speed-walked there since she was running late after having to argue with Emma. The twitches made her lips curl to the side a couple times having felt slight discomfort against her abdomen. She grabbed her ticket after she paid at the machine, and saw sadly the women bathrooms were out of order. A long line of men and women waited outside the men’s room. She tossed her arms up. She sighed having become annoyed. She did all she could, hopped on her train, crossed her legs and wiggled the foot that went over the other leg as the train made its destination to the other end of the city where Monica worked. She got off and ate the rest of her apple as she entered the ladies bathroom. The pressure now stayed there in her abdomen. Nothing extreme, but it was like a hot bubble was growing and pushing against her insides slightly without stopping. There was only a couple stalls in this bathroom, and one was occupied as Monica noticed the other women’s feet. Monica went into the stall but her phone started buzzing. A text message from her boss Alicia. It read: CODE RED! NEED ALL SUPERVISIORS ON THE PROJECT IN ENTRANCR HALL IN NEXT TWO MINUTES! “Fuck!” Monica said as she looked at the time. She had to clock in five minutes or she’d be late. She looked down at the toilet, frowned, as there was her relief but there be no way to make it in time to the meeting if she peed. The urk of being a woman, you could not just wiggle it and be done. It was a process. She bounced a little, annoyed, and She bit the last part do her apple and tossed it in the toilet and hit the flush handle with her foot as she left without peeing. The flushing sound causing her to blink hard and raise one leg backwards trying to stay tight and keep it in. The remaining stub of the apple being flushed down the into the plumbing, the twitches in her bladder becoming more aggressive that one would start to try find a bathroom at this point. To be continued...
  23. desertfc

    female Messenger Teasing

    so i had a bit more of a think about where i wanted to go with this messenger teasing idea. the format's been quite fun to use, and i can write them up quickly since all i have to do is tinker with chat logs a bit. my friend has cooled a bit on the idea of writing anything up herself, but she's still keen for me to keep going on the condition that i also have to do write ups for times when it was her teasing me about having accidents (she likes boy omo as much if not more than girl omo). anyway i'm a switch and I have always liked the mild humiliation that came with her playful banter so i'm happy to accept her condition. but it did raise the question for me of whether it's best to include what would be both male and female omo under the same topic - knowing that most people tend to prefer one to the exclusion of the other. i did think about having two separate topics for male and female omo, but there's a lot of overlap in the convos so i can't really see the point. also i'd prefer to have everything in the one topic instead of having a new one each time. so what i will do as a compromise is I'll include a list of relevant tags in bold in the body at the top of each new post (e.g. female, messing, diapers etc...), and you can choose whether to read on or not. since i did one of hers last time, this first post will be one of mine. so please do note the male tag on the post below before reading on if that's not what you're here for! the tag prefix for the overall topic is still going to be female because there have been more instances of me teasing her than vice-versa and she's still the star of the show as far as i'm concerned. i'm not exactly the most masculine looking guy out there, anyway, so no hard feelings 😂 (edit: for reference, here's the link to where i tried this out the first time - - des The Essayist and the Editor tags: male, desperation, wetting, messing, diapers, fear Stephanie says: hey you! Stephanie says: have you finished reading my preventative health essay yet? 😊 Stephanie says: no rush...but i do have to submit it tonight... des says: hey hey! des says: hmmm, not yet des says: i only just got back from our walk Stephanie says: 😮 Stephanie says: Walking Dozer? des says: yeah des says: hes been barking a lot the last couple of days des says: am hoping that he might calm down if i tire him out a bit Stephanie says: naughty pup!! Stephanie says: well i have been sitting here Stephanie says: for the last hour Stephanie says: trying to hit the word count......... Stephanie says: ughhhhhhh Stephanie says: why do i suck at writing so much Stephanie says: 😞 des says: who, whoa, whoa des says: you don't suck at it des says: you said you got 87% the other day! Stephanie says: 😛 Stephanie says: ya, for the journal entries Stephanie says: those were super easy!! Stephanie says: like 300 words each is nothing Stephanie says: this essay is much harder 😣 des says: i'm sure it's not as abd as you think 😊 des says: bad* Stephanie says: itt's probably worse 😥 des says: nah des says: you're a smart cookie des says: i bet you've been working on it for weeks Stephanie says: ...!! Stephanie says: well! Stephanie says: actually i have! 🤓 haha Stephanie says: but i dont think im using the right references 😞 Stephanie says: i dont think it reads well des says: technically it doesnt need to read at all, its your readers who have to read well 😛 Stephanie says: 😡 Stephanie says: can you just look at it now instead of being a smartass please???!!! des says: okay! okay! des says: i was already reading it anyway 😛 Stephanie says: good boy 😊 des says: *wags tail* Stephanie says: 😛 ... Stephanie says: ... well? Stephanie says: is it that bad? 😓 des says: "the mangement of children's lifestyle choices is paramount"? des says: 'management' maybe? 😛 Stephanie says: hahaha oops 💁‍♀️ Stephanie says: possibly i should have run a spell check?! des says: and i'm not sure about this bit about school lunches at the end des says: how come you don't have a source there? Stephanie says: hmmm well i do have a source for it somehwere! Stephanie says: one of the texts talks about junk food in tuck shops Stephanie says: habits formed at school are a cause of childhood obesity des says: hmmm des says: well find it and stick it in, you need something in there Stephanie says: 😛 ok! des says: otherwise it reads okay des says: conclusion's a bit weak though Stephanie says: 😮 Stephanie says: I havent written a conclusion yet!! des says: whats that bit down the bottom then?! Stephanie says: that was my draft! Stephanie says: its not finished yet 😛 des says: well hurry up and finish it then! Stephanie says: i'm trying too!! des says: 😛 des says: kids these days... Stephanie says: 😮 what??! des says: not you! des says: literally 'kids these days!' des says: getting fat on junk food at the canteen Stephanie says: hmmm yeah 😛 Stephanie says: you probably did too, though 😂 des says: im not fat! Stephanie says: surrrre about that? 😛 Stephanie says: lol okay your not. but maybe you were when you were in primary school 😛 des says: nope des says: i didnt each much of anything as a kid Stephanie says: 😮 des says: i always used to have sultanas for recess des says: mum used to pack a yoghurt and sandwiches too des says: i always ate the yoghurt cause otherwise it'd get loose in my bag and explode yoghurt everywhere Stephanie says: 😛 des says: had to clean out quite a few backpacks in my time! Stephanie says: 😛 des says: but no junk food for me! des says: i didnt even tend to eat the sandwiches 😛 Stephanie says: naughty! des says: why? des says: she always put too much tomato in them and they would come out soggy! Stephanie says: your mumma bear made sandwiches for you and you wouldnt even eatthem!! Stephanie says: 😮 soggy sandwiches? Stephanie says: yikes, okay des says: yeah 😛 des says: bet you wouldnt have eaten them either 😛 Stephanie says: lol probably not Stephanie says: id just swap it with somebody else des says: nobody's going to trade for a soggy sandwich though...... Stephanie says: well, not that kind 😉 des says: 😛 Stephanie says: anyway, i meant i'd swap it when they werent looking 😂 des says: 😮 des says: and what if you got caught?! Stephanie says: hmmm, i'd tell them they could have a soggy sandwich or a knuckle sandwich?! Stephanie says: 😈 des says: 😮 des says: you wouldnt have said that! Stephanie says: i probably wouldve! Stephanie says: i was a bit of a tomboy when i was a kid 😂 Stephanie says: i once broke a kids tooth when he pushed in line for the bubbler! des says: you did what?! Stephanie says: i was thirsty!! Stephanie says: and there was a line for a reason! des says: 😛 des says: wow Stephanie says: wow what 😛 des says: i'm just having trouble imagining you doing that des says: i mean i got in a few fights at school, but well, im a boy 😛 des says: i thought boys were supposed to beat each other up! Stephanie says: !! Stephanie says: well girls can fight too! Stephanie says: even if its with nails! des says: you broke his tooth with your nails?! Stephanie says: 😛 Stephanie says: nah, i pushed him into the bubbler des says: ouch 😵 thats a bit mean! Stephanie says: i didnt mean to hurt him 😞 Stephanie says: i just wanted to shove him out of the way! des says: still! Stephanie says: 😞 des says: well i guess maybe he was a bully if he was pushing in des says: so maybe he deserved it?! Stephanie says: hmmm i was the bully if anything!! Stephanie says: he was a nice kid, i think maybe he just didnt relaise there was a line! des says: oh dear! bully steph! 😛 Stephanie says: 😞 des says: hmmm, guess i'd better be careful what i say about your essay then! 😂 Stephanie says: haha yep! 😈 des says: anyway, i've sent it back to you with changes tracked des says: resent it to me when you have that conclusion though! Stephanie says: lifesaver 😊 thank you!!! des says: no worries 🙂 i'll be here waiting for that final draft! Stephanie says: ahh, youi are such a good boy😛! des says: yeah, but apparently you used to beat up good boys 😛 Stephanie says: 😛 Stephanie says: am i meant to beat you up too then?! 😛 des says: 😮 Stephanie says: I might, hey! 😈 des says: dont scare me!! 😭 Stephanie says: 😄 Stephanie says: maybe you need that nappy?! des says: 😮😳 Stephanie says: 😄 des says: well i'll just go change my pants now... Stephanie says: in preparation, hey! Stephanie says: I'm that scary, huh?! des says: preparation? i might need it now!! Stephanie says: 😂 Stephanie says: well it would give you a bit of padding for when im kicking your butt!!! 😈 des says: a lot of padding depending on what i had for lunch...! 😳 Stephanie says: 😉💩💩😄 Stephanie says: hmmm, ok maybe a bit too far 😛 des says: 😛 des says: a bit! Stephanie says: 😛 des says: but on an unrelated note, i do actually need to get up now des says: and, well, go to the bathroom 😛 Stephanie says: hahahah Stephanie says: well i will do some more work on my essay then 😊 Stephanie says: thanks for checking it for me again😘! des says: anytime 🙂 des says: but don't submit it without letting me see it again first! Stephanie says: i wont! Stephanie says: you go and clean up 😛😂 des says: 😮 des says: i dont need to clean up!!! des says: just tired of sitting here with legs crossed 😛 Stephanie says: sure sure! Stephanie says: laters 😘
  24. Dimwitrolo

    female Molly, leaving

    From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    Looks like I made a little mess... Won't you help me clean it up?
  25. // welcome this is my first interactive story in a long time. Hope you enjoy.// //this interactive story will focus both on the officers and the criminals desperation for a pee with minor to medium detail on crimes and officer duties and patrol beats, etc.// Welcome to North Point City, a city of inventors, a city of enlightenment, a city of peace. These are all things that describes this city. But there is a dark side to the city too, just like any city there is a cesspool of crime and villainy. But to maintain the peace and serve the citizens of this great city there is the North Point City Police Department or N.P.P.D this department services over 9 districts, each district containing 15 or so residential blocks in each of 3 different subzones within a district. The department is home to around 9500 Officers with various specialized divisions such as criminal investigations, k9 unit, and rapid response tactical squad or the R.R.T.S. but this a just a brief overview of the department, there are many more divisions and specialized units handling different assignments across the city at any given point in time. The current citizen to police officer ratio is 5 Officers to every 150 citiizens. You are a recently graduated police officer of the police academy and have been assigned to patrol district 5 of the city which encompasses the major landmarks and beaches of the city along with the residential block that has the highest report of domestic abuse and family fights in the city. This area is the one where if a citizen is arrested for a crime they are more than 2/3rds likely to reoffend and be arrested by an officer again on a different charge. As you hear your alarm beep at the exact time of 9:00 am you sit up and realize you had forgotten to take your bedtime pee and know that you won't have much time before you have to go in for morning patrol shift which is what you have been assigned to for your probation period of one year before you are let off the metaphorical leash and left to your own patrol beat and to bring your own brand of justice while still adhering to the protocols of the department and laws of the city. You stretch and just as your about to head to get yourself some breakfast but your bladder decides it's time to pang another signal that you need to empty your bladder. So before you have breakfast do you? A) take a shower and get dressed in your uniform B) take your morning pee C) have another glass of water while you decide what your gonna have for breakfast D) workout and make sure your in top physical shape before you head out to the station for your assignment. //I await your hopefully many responses and wish for you all to enjoy this story as much as I will have writing it.