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  1. The Twelve Fanatics – Founding Day Hello everyone! With permission from Hikewe, I've decided to write a little story based in his The Twelve Fanatics universe. This game has been a particularly effective time sink for me, possibly the best since the likes of Wetters Taiken or Mojique. Ever since playing, I've felt compelled to contribute, and I decided to write this short fic as a tribute for a game that I hope to continue to be developed. Now, unlike the current mechanics of The Twelve Fanatics universe, I issue a fair warning that this story will include pee and poop desperation, and even some messing. I decided on this mainly because I really loved the idea, and from a debate in the comments thread for the game as to whether it should be included as a gameplay element. However, it is certainly not my intention to sway anyone's opinion on that, especially Hikewne's. I just like the idea of desperate anime girls and clenched butt cheeks. So without further ado, on with the story! -------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter I: The Trek to Arcadia Solveig Bladder – Empty Bowels – Needing 2 Lily Bladder – Needing Bowels – Needing 2 Hecate Bladder – Desperate Bowels – Desperate Aria Bladder – Needing 2 Bowels – Empty “C'mon Sol, just gimmie thirty seconds behind that bush over there, I'll be done before anyone knows!” The sun was just starting to set on the horizon on the evening of December 17th, 1964, a warm day for such a month, as Solveig Tveit, Liliana Seuhans-Gagliardi, Princess Hecate Melaina Kardia, and Aria were traveling back to the capital city of Arcadia after finishing up on an assignment. The day was particularly special for the region's history, for it would mark the founding of the city exactly 500 years ago, the city celebrating each Founding Day with a massive festival with food, drink, dancing, and song. With the city being the nearest stop from where they completed their assignment, they had all decided to visit and join in on the festivities, Solveig still remembering the first and only Founding Day she attended years ago at the Capital, the bright lights and fireworks burned into her memory. Though the city was just a couple brief miles north, they would be far more brief if it weren't for- “Seriously, this coffee is going right through me, I already have to piss like a racehorse!” “Look, we both agreed that wouldn't be fair to Hecate and Lily. I have to pee too, but Hecate and Lily aren't going to do it unless they're bursting, and we don't want to rub it in their faces. Unless you're literally about to have an accident, I think we can wait a few miles.” “I am about to have an accident!” “...no you're not.” “Hmph...so I gotta nurse a pita fruit under my waistband cause they're too pee shy? Great.” Solveig would have chastised Aria for her callousness, but she had her own issues to deal with. Solveig was only telling a partial truth to Aria, she didn't have to pee at all, and in fact she had emptied her bladder earlier this morning while Lily, Hecate and Aria slept. No, her desperation was an entirely different animal as she gently pressed a hand to her tummy, which rumbled back at her: she had to poo, urgently. Maybe it was the nervousness of the mission they had just accomplished, breaking up that guild of thieves terrorizing both the Northern and Southern castle towns. Maybe it was the rations that they had been eating. But Solveig hadn't emptied her bowels in a good three days or so, and only today were they reminding her of their fullness. And this, rather than simply her concern for Hecate and Lily's desperation, drove her willingness to finish her business in a restroom, rather than outdoors. She had done such things during training, but never in front of her new comrades and friends, and she didn't want to be the first girl in this party to cross that threshold. Or at least, she wasn't desperate enough to do so. As she continued to massage her protesting lower tummy, Solveig looked up at Hecate and Lily, who were about 40 yards ahead. Though she couldn't be sure, she had a hunch she wasn't the only one telling a fib about only needing to pee. Solveig's hunch was, in fact, correct. Though her bladder was slowly becoming a more pressing issue, Lily's bowels were what worried her, constantly making their fullness known. She let out a soft gasp as she felt them clench, wishing that by some sort of divine miracle a restroom would drop out of the sky right in front of them all, but choosing a prayer more realistic, Lily chose instead to relax a bit, hoping that there was still some gas she could let out. As she did, Lily sighed as a silent toot issued between her cheeks, giving her guts a brief reprieve. But she knew it wouldn't last forever. “H-how are you holding up, Hecate?” “Oh I'm just grand, I'm absolutely bloody peachy, Liliana!” Hecate snapped angrily. Lily shrunk back a few steps in surprise and even a bit of fear, before looking away without a response, not wanting to irritate her any further. But after ten or so seconds of awkward silence: “...I'm sorry Lily, I didn't mean to snap, it's just that...by the Gods I need a toilet...” Hecate's cheeks burned as she said this. Even now, with all the time she had spent with Sol, Aria, and Lily, she always felt a flash of embarrassment when she admitted such needs. And she wasn't even getting started at the dark secret of the extent of her needs. Underneath her long, black dress, her bladder bulged against the waistband of her panties, filled nearly to capacity as she snuck a grab to the front of her dress, trying to give her muscles any assistance she could to the rapidly climbing pressure. Meanwhile, her bowels were clenching and kneading almost rhythmically now, loaded down with what days ago were field rations. Deep in the crevice of her pale bottom, her pink pucker twitched and winked as she fought to contain herself, even as her insides continued to coax her with promises of sweet, wonderful relief if she'd just raise the portcullis on her back gate and just let it all out. Though as she clenched up and issued her body yet another denial, her tummy reacted with an angry gurgle, the weight of her rectum's contents dropping down on her clenched anus like a massive battering ram, jarring a squeak out of her and forcing her to stop. “Hecate, are you alri-” FlrrrRRPT A blessing and a curse, on one hand the explosion that rang out of Hecate's rear gave her immediate, yet fleeting relief, and did not foul her panties or leave them feeling heavier. Nor did her bladder, jarred by the surprise of her release, decide to leak any of her waters. However, if Solveig or Aria hadn't heard her, than Lily certainly had. Beet red, Hecate turned to Lily, who had stopped beside her, feeling her own face go pink in vicarious embarrassment as she realized that Hecate, Princess of Kardia, had just farted in her presence. And quite noisily at that. “F-f-forgive me Lily! I-I didn't mean, it's j-just that-!” “You...you too?” Hecate cut her apology short when she heard Lily's much less...involuntary confession. “I...I know I said earlier that I just needed to pee, but I need to do...that...even worse-” This admission by Lily cut through the overwhelming embarrassment Hecate was assaulted with, and rather than feeling like curling up into a ball and disappearing off the face of Gaia, Hecate felt a genuine gratefulness to the archer. +10 Bonus Bonding points were gained by Hecate and Lily “Please Lily, I beg of you, don't let the others know, I-I can't bear anyone else-” “Don't worry, I'm embarrassed too, I won't tell anyone.” Though her spirits were lifted, Hecate couldn't deny it now, at least to herself, she was desperate at both ends. At this point, she might have asked the others to stop so she could find a spot to pee, but she couldn't bear the thought of all of them knowing that a Princess of Kardia needed to make what felt like a dragon-sized pile of leavings behind her where she would squat. Their proximity to the Capital only strengthened her resolve to simply grin and bear it. As they paused and redoubled their “defenses”, waiting for Solveig and Aria to catch up, Lily pondered asking her again, as she did earlier, if she would like to find a spot off the side of the road where she could relieve herself. Perhaps a part of her felt like if Hecate agreed, she would find it easier to do the same herself. However, knowing Hecate's refusal to take such measures in all but the most drastic circumstances, and knowing she'd be all the more adamant considering this was the brand of desperation she suffered from, Lily decided against bringing up this suggestion again. Instead, she offered her reassurances to Hecate. “Don't worry Hecate, Arcadia isn't too far, we'll make it-” Though it wasn't the first time Lily said this today, for the first time, she wasn't too sure she believed her own words... --------------------------------------------- Chapter II : At the Gate Solveig Bladder – Empty Bowels – Desperate Lily Bladder – Needing 2 Bowels – Needing 2 Hecate Bladder – Leaking Bowels – Desperate Aria Bladder – Desperate Bowels – Empty One hour later... “Finally!” Aria and Solveig groaned in unison as they approached the gates of Arcadia. The sun had just finished setting, leaving a beautiful orange glow over the mountainside as the moon was growing more visible overhead. However, the scenery was the last thing on each girl's mind as they each fought their own individual battles. In the time it took them to reach Arcadia's gates, Solveig had grown quite desperate, her anus constantly winking back her load as she struggled against the tremendous weight bearing down on her ring, clenching her buns with each contraction of her bowels, coming one after another, and each stronger than the last. She was just glad that soon, a nice seat on a porcelain throne would be her reward. On the other end of the spectrum was Aria. She had long since crossed the threshold of where she would have ventured off into the brush to pop a squat, but only Solveig's insistence had kept her from going off and relieving herself unilaterally. As she squirmed, pretzeling her legs, she let out a low grumble of frustration at her predicament. Meanwhile, Lily's bladder had caught up with her need to poop, and even though her less animated nature hinted that her urgency was, overall, less than her friends, she still was relieved that they'd be reaching a restroom soon. By any visible measure, Hecate both looked, and was, the worst off of the four. Hunched over slightly, a hand between her legs and another over her constantly clenching bottom, she waddled precariously. Several times already, her load had attempted to force itself into her panties, her muscles weakening and her anus beginning to dilate very much against her will. Her iron resolve as Kardian royalty and her desire not to shame herself and her bloodline was the only reason she found the strength to force her backdoor shut. However, with each urgent contraction in her lower tummy that forced her to focus all of her concentration on not soiling her panties, her bladder would take the opportunity to force a dribble or leak out. Hecate shifted her thighs together, the gusset of her panties clinging wetly to her quivering lips as she felt a rivulet run down her inner legs. If she had simply had to pee, she would have run for the nearest tree or bush right now. But Gods...imagine if Sol, Aria, or Lily had decided to join her, and they saw her making her dung on the grass, it was unthinkable... As cold sweat beaded at her forehead, and another rivulet of her urine ran down her thigh, she was thankful for this long dress... As they approached the gates, deeper inside the castle walls, they saw fireworks shooting into the air, and hear music even through the thick walls and massive timber gates. “Looks like the celebration is already s-starting.” Lily said, her voice betraying her growing need. “Do you think the park restrooms will be packed?” Solveig felt her stomach drop, and not just from the weight in her bowels. Founding Day was one of the biggest festivities of the year for Arcadia, and the last thing she needed to deal with now was a queue at the closest restroom the could reach. “I hope so, b-but it should be fine! How bad could it possibly be?” Solveig truly hoped that her optimism was founded, as she approached the gate guards, flashing her badge. “Solveig, Kriemhild special task force, r-requesting permission to enter the Capital. And please hurry.” “Ah, you ladies looking to get in on the festivities too? You're in luck, thing are just ramping up in there! Just be sure to let the guys at the barracks know it's their turn to relieve us now.” Solveig shuddered and clenched her ass as the word “relieve”. She would have rather listened to any other word at the moment... As the gates slowly swung upon, the four girls were greeted by an absolute spectacle. It seemed every single person in Arcadia was out on the street. Concession stands were up and selling cakes and sweets, citizens were costumed and dancing merrily to the music that seemed to be pouring from the center of town, and every other person was drinking, laughing, and in good spirits. Even her memory of her last Founding Day didn't live up to the expectation of how massive this festival was. Pushing through the crowds, Solveig's initial hopes for easy relief grew dimmer and dimmer, but were utterly crushed, along with the rest of the girls, when they finally reached the edge of the park, the restrooms within sight. A massive queue seemed to pour out of the ladies room, and unlike the Gents, the queue seemed to stay stagnant as they approached. “How bad can it possibly be?” Aria hissed mockingly, before suddenly storming off. “Fuck this, I'm about to piss myself, I'll find somewhere else to go.” “Aria, wait!” Solveig called, but Aria soon disappeared into the crowd Aria has left the party. As Solveig turned back towards the others, Lily was still at her side, but Hecate was already halfway to the restroom queue, her awkward waddle betraying how badly she needed the toilet at the end of the line. “S-Sol, what do we do?” Lily asked worriedly as she squirmed on the spot, Solveig looking in the direction where Aria ran off to, and towards Hecate. “Aria should be fine, we should join Hecate. The Embassy restrooms will probably be even worse than this, the park restroom is our best chan-AH!” Solveig was cut off as the load she was holding descended, her pucker doming out as she fought off each wave of urgent, painful contractions. As she did though, her bowels nevertheless forced out a series of low, audible toots from her bottom as every last ounce of room in her rectum was forcibly appropriated for its more solid contents. As her face burned, she was about to offer an explanation to Lily, when she felt her hand taken by her and led to the restroom queue. “You're not the only one-” Lily stammered. “Lets just hurry!” Ten minutes have passed. As the trio waited in line, it indeed appeared that the queue was going nowhere fast, and they seemed to not be the only ones there who were desperate. In fact, when the line did inch forward, it wasn't because people were exiting the restroom. No, in fact the line only seemed to shorten when people simply left the line, without ever setting foot inside. Some did so out of frustration, grumbling about the state of Arcadia's public restrooms, but as Solveig watched, some left for much more dramatic reasons... ...like a young woman letting out a squeal of distress as she buried her hands under her skirt and ran off, her legs shimmering with her waters in the light of the moon, the fireworks, and the park's lamps... ...or a curvaceous mother in a skintight, body-hugging harlequin costume who was squirming frantically in line suddenly hunching over. Her hands on her plump belly, the seat of her brightly colored and patterned tights starting to tent out, before she too stepped out of line and beckoning her husband and two young children over. Solveig caught part of their under-breathed conversation as she waddled past, trying to act casually, but the children unable to help but giggle at their mother's curious and, in their eyes, humorous predicament: “Oh Gods, Halli I-I-I can't wait for this restroom, I'm s-starting to go in my panties-!” she whispered panickedly to her husband. “Ssh, just hang on and try and hold the rest Kara! The house isn't too far away, just act naturally! We'll be there soon!” “But I can't make it that f-far! N-nnh!” Solveig watched as the woman paused briefly, hunching over again, the tent in the rear of her tights suddenly ballooning and crackling out to a much larger bulge, her husband going wide-eyed and her children giggling harder. Clearly embarrassed, she waddled quickly towards the cobblestone roads with her husband and children in tow, the heavy bulge swaying between her shapely butt cheeks continuing to grow before they were out of sight. If she didn't want to end up like that woman, she had to do something. Taking a deep breath, fishing out her badge, and clenching up her bottom as tightly as she could, she turned to Lily. “Stay here with Hecate. I'm going to see what the holdup at the front of the line is.” “O-okay, just please, whatever you're going to do up there, just hurry!” Hecate just nodded, gritting her teeth as the urgency to empty her bladder and bowels came in incessant waves. This was it, if something wasn't done soon, her panties were going to be soaked and filled. One minute has passed As Solveig reached the front of the line, she flashed her badge again. “Alright, w-what seems to be the problem here, his line isn't moving at all!” Several women immediately, and pleadingly responded. “Two of the toilets are broken!” “The third one is being hogged!” “There's only one toilet for all of us!” After first calming down the women squirming for their turn, she turned towards the stalls. She would have given anything to just rush ahead and take one for herself, even the broken ones, but for now she could only control the situation and speed up the queue. Trying to use her authority to cut in line at this point could start a damned riot. Solveig stepped stiffly towards the stall containing the “toilet hog” and rapped sharply on the door. As rude as it was, Solveig had run out of patience. “J-just a minute! I'm a bit constipated!” a woman from inside called. “Listen here, there are dozens of women out here waiting patiently for their turn, many of them having accidents while waiting! By the authority of Kriemhild's security services, either you leave that restroom in sixty seconds, or I will personally kick that door down and drag you out!” Solveig regretted being so harsh, but her rant was greeted by cheers and whistles from the queued women inside the restroom. When the very embarrassed woman left the restroom, the queue's pace quickly doubled, but Solveig, wanting to minimize any more accidents, began working her way down the line, triaging the women she saw as she slowly made her way back towards Hecate and Lily. If she saw someone looking desperate, she'd move them further up the line, and if she saw someone starting to lose control, she'd whisk them to the very front. Meanwhile, Lily and Hecate watched as, for the first time, the queue began to move in earnest. Lily's heart leapt with hope, in the time they were in line her need to poo had increased dramatically, and she constantly had to squeeze and flex her bottom to keep her load inside. “H-Hecate! We're moving! We''ll be at the front in no time....Hecate?” Hecate did not respond, instead quivering where she stood as she brought both hands back to her butt cheeks, trying to squeeze them shut. Yet despite this, the powerful wave of pressure knotting her bowels was only weakening her grip, and horror of horrors, she felt her anus begin to fully dilate. Her face grew hot, sweat running down her brow as her load began to push past her defenseless cheeks. “Hecate, just a bit longer, the line is moving!” “Nnnn....nnngh...!” Instead of a sharp pain, or a dull, powerful contraction that would subside if she clenched hard enough, the urge that built up inside Hecate was one that built up to a tall plateau that didn't seem to taper off, an insurmountable wave that no longer accepted excuses or denials. No, it would keep building until it got a compromise. Despite Hecate's best efforts, it was simply too much for her as a foul spear poked out from exhausted, overworked anus. Groaning as she tried to fight it back, it only widened her further, stretching the Kardian Princess to her limit, before making landfall in the seat of her panties. Even then, her body continued to push rhythmically and involuntarily, inch by inch, feeling her underwear sag with the weight, before finally heaving the remainder of the log into them. Then, and only then did the urge finally grant her some mercy. Hecate stood there, panting, feeling the hot, hard pillar nestled against her rear. In the back of her mind, she knew, she felt, that there was much more inside her that needed out. But that was overshadowed by the mortifying realization: She, Princess Hecate Melaina Kardia, had pooped in her panties. Lily watched the whole thing. Though her black dress offered a great deal of concealment, from behind, Lily could see Hecate's dress bulge out slightly from the rear. “Hang on Hecate! I'll get Sol!” Lily darted towards the front of the line. Solveig was midway between the restroom and where she figured Lily and Hecate would be, whisking another grateful girl to the front of the line when she noticed that she was starting to wet her pants, when she saw Lily running towards her. “Sol! You gotta come quick, it's Hecate, she's-” Lily saw some of the other queued women looking in her direction, and she lowered her voice appropriately. “Sol, she's starting to have an accident!” “Oh no...” Lily and Solveig made their way back to Hecate, who was right where she was previously, but at this point on her last legs. Her face was a brilliant shade of magenta, and the combination of her embarrassment and the fullness of her bladder was causing her to leak in panicked little spurts into her underwear. Trying her best to balance holding in her water and her dung, and losing both battles. “C'mon Hecate, I'll take you to the front of the line, I ca-n-nnnngh!” Solveig's desperate need to poo, though temporarily preoccupied as she took control of the situation with the queue, suddenly made their presence known with a vengeance. The urge came on suddenly and strongly, catching her completely off guard. “S-Sol!” Lily gasped as she watched Solveig double over slightly, putting her hands on her lower tummy, a rumble coming from it loudly enough for all three girls to hear. In training, Solveig had heard all manner of vulgarisms from her fellow trainees. One in particular that she learned, when a trainee was caught short and needed to unburden their bowels, very accurately described the state that Solveig was in at the moment. Solveig was touching cotton. Badly. ----------------------------------------------------- Chapter III: Salvation Solveig Bladder – Empty Bowels – Leaking Lily Bladder – Needing 2 Bowels – Desperate Hecate Bladder – Leaking Bowels – Leaking Solveig remained rooted to the spot, her log halfway inside her, and the other half wedged between her cheeks and pressing against her panties. She dared not move. She dared not breathe. Gods, how did she get herself into this predicament...she could have just browbeaten Hecate and Lily to go in the bushes outside town earlier. Sure, she might have hurt their feelings, but at least they wouldn't be stranded in a glacially-moving queue, slowly soiling themselves as they fought the inevitable. Her mind raced, could she go to the front of the line now, and flash her badge to get herself a spot in the queue? No, the ladies she got to the front of the line would riot if she used her authority in such a way. She thought grimly that maybe she could get Lily and Hecate to the front, nobody knew they were members of the security forces as well. Meanwhile she would stay in line and...tried to prolong what at this point was most likely assured... They could all look for somewhere to go like Aria did, but with this crowd? There wasn't an alley or corner that didn't have another Arcadian citizen two feet away. As her log continued to push her panties away from her butt, Lily stood by helplessly, getting a feeling that at this rate, she would be next. However, when all seemed lost... “Hecate! Lily! Sol!” Aria came sprinting towards them across the grass, panting softly as she stopped, shifting and crossing her legs. “Come with me! I've found a place where the four of us can go!” “W-what do you mea-ahhnnn-!” another wave of urgent clenching took Solveig's breath away as she fought to stay in control. Aria saw the state of all the girls, but homed in on Hecate. Judging by her appearance, she didn't have to take too many guesses to know what was happening under her dress. “Hecate, I know somewhere you can go, but you have to trust me.” “B-b-buh-” Hecate was on the verge of tears now, her bowels deciding that a taste of relief was not enough, as her pucker began to widen again. Hecate looked up at Aria. She always knew her as headstrong, crass, and even downright insensitive, but she saw a look of earnestness and concern in the Observers' eyes, something that she rarely saw. Without much alternative, Hecate nodded, unable to say much else, as Aria took her hand and slowly escorted her out of the line. Aria has rejoined the party! Hecate Bladder – Leaking Bowels – Empty “Lily, can you take Sol?” “S-sure!” Lily responded, taking Solveig's hand. “Can you walk?” “If I do...I...I might-” Solveig stammered. “Well you will anyway if you wait here, so come on!” Lily responded, with a rare hint of command in her voice. Despite it all, Solveig felt a glimmer of hope at whatever Aria had planned, and biting the bullet, willed herself to move. Inevitably though, her bowels protested as she walked, a twitch of her pucker causing the log to break off and settle in the seat of her panties. She felt the weight dragging them down while she walked, as she struggled not to poo them any more. Reaching a hand behind her skirt and lifting it a bit, she grabbed the waistband of her underwear, hoping she could make it to wherever Aria was taking them without her panties ending up around her ankles. The crowds thinned out as they reached a lightly forested area in the park close by, where despite the crowds of people meandering not too far away, at least no one could see them. But when they turned the corner around a thick patch of some bushes and trees... Several other women were dropped down and squatting down, relieving themselves. This didn't seem to faze Aria, as she brought them closer. “Apparently a few people back at that queue decided this was a better spot, and honestly I gotta agree. Now c'mon, pop a squat before some creepers walk up on us!” Solveig, despite the prohibition on public urination or defecation inside the walls of Arcadia, was no longer in any position to argue. Nor could she judge any of the strangers before her, none of them looking like drunken revelers, rather just desperate women who'd needs become too great to wait anymore. She could hardly cite them, since in a moment she was going to join them... Walking stiffly towards a tree, where another woman was squatting, she hiked her skirt up, fumbling with the waistband of her panties before yanking them down, and dropping into a quick squat at last. “Ahhhnnnngods....!” An almost erotic groan of relief exited Solveig's lips as the remainder of her first log slid out to the grassy ground below, joining the other half that had rolled out of her panties as she squatted down, and she was soon joined by Lily, who after overcoming her initial hesitation, squatted down and herself let out a sigh of relief as she emptied her bladder and bowels next to Solveig. Solveig's leavings were soon joined by a second log, and she was halfway through pushing out a third when a voice next to her spoke up. “Oh dear, you too?” Solveig looked to her right and saw the squatting stranger nearby. It was the curvy harlequin mom from the queue earlier....Kara, she believe her name was, in the middle of finishing a poo that, from what Solveig could see, ended up mostly in her panties and tights before she could get them down. She was panting softly from either relief or exertion. And her face was pink and dewy, from either exertion, or more likely, the current state of her bottomwear. “Hnnh....d-don't be embarrassed sweetie, I started f-hnnkhh-filling my panties in that dreadful queue too, I couldn't even make it home! If it weren't' for this, I'd be in an even worse ssshnn-state than I am now-” “H-hah-t-thank you...” Solveig replied breathlessly. She didn't know what else to say, too lost in her relief, and pushing out the remainder of her poo, to contemplate much else. When she looked down, she noticed that, thankfully, her panties were still quite clean. A small skidmark here and there, but this would be bearable for now, and was certainly much better than Kara would have to deal with... “Are you here for the festival too? If you'd like, you can freshen up at my house. It's probably less crowded than the inns in town right now.” Solveig thought for a moment, she did like this idea. “...y-you know...sure, I...I can take you up on that! What do you think Lily?” “Mmmhhh...” Lily, on her left, was lost in her own relief, a significant pile behind her ass as a hissing stream issued between her thighs to the grass below. “Just...give her a moment.” Meanwhile, on the other side of the patch of bushes, Aria and Hecate were facing one another. Hecate's hands were planted firmly on the sides of her bottom, squeezing for dear life. If she let go, she was certain that the contents of her bowels would come spilling forth with hopeless abandon. “Alright, just lift up your dress and-” “A-Aria-!” “Seriously?! Look Hecate! I am literally b-bursting at the seams right now, and I still came back to you when I found this place! If you give me that r-royal froofy 'I'm too good for this' nonsense, I am seriously gonna-!” “A-Aria! H-help me lift up my d-d-dress! N-now! I-I-I can't-” Aria blinked for a few seconds as she processed the request. “...oh! Yeah sure!” Kneeling down, Aria began to lift Hecate's dress up to thigh level, her eyes widening when she saw the true extent of her desperation as rivulets of her waters raced down her thighs. The sight of this only made her own bladder contract sympathetically, and though she'd only lost a few leaks before now, the sight of Hecate starting to lose control like this was causing her to squirt in her pants. Despite this, she steeled herself to follow through. “O-okay, when I pull up your dress, you yank your panties down and s-s-squat. Ready?” Hecate nodded frantically, her whole body ready to give in to her urges with relief at hand. She was so close, but her bladder's frantic spurts began to merge into one long hiss, and another log began to push its way between her cheeks, threatening to overload her panties- “....NOW!” Aria yanked up Hecate's dress the remainder of the way, Hecate letting go of her bottom and grabbing her panties, yanking them down while quickly dropping into a squat. Nothing. No fine wine, no fine food, no fine men...no mortal pleasure on Gaia could match what Hecate felt at that moment, squatting down just as the floodgates opened and the avalanche began. A dull thud could be felt through the ground as the first log she lost in the queue hit the grass below, another log spilling forth atop it, followed almost immediately by a powerful, angry hiss of her water gushing between her legs. Aria, meanwhile, losing control of her own bladder, frantically undid her pants and dropped into a squat next to her, letting out a groaning sigh of relief as she did, her stream exceeding even Hecates. “AH-ah-ahhhnn....” Hecate moaned as her wastes continued to pour forth, no longer caring who saw, who judged, the relief taking her in blissful ecstacy. But, after what seemed line an eternity, the two finally finished, panting side by side as they remained squatted. Before them, their urine had flooded the grass with a shimmer that looked as though a heavy rain had passed recently. Behind Hecate, there was a pile that, as she saw her leavings and laughed at the absurdness, perhaps could have been mistaken for a dragon's! “Hahhhn...you...you came back for for us? E-even though y-you-” Hecate avoided the rudeness of gesturing or pointing, but she was referring to the sodden state of Aria's panties, not to mention the significant wet patch between the legs of her pants. She had not lied, she did go back for the others before tending to her own needs, even at the expense of her clothes. “H-heh, l-lets just say I got a conscience when I saw you guys from here~” Hecate took Aria's hand as the fireworks of the Founding Day celebration exploded skyward, cheers ripping through the crowds in the street. Though the Observer got on her nerves to no end...at the moment the Kardian Princess could think of no better person to trust at her side as she did something as private as what she had done. “T-thank you Aria...” +75 bonus Bonding Points were gained...
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    Here I am with my last superheroine video for now 🙂 I am deeply sorry that this one isn't a supercut. This JAV had so much content in it that I never got around to making one. But rest assured, this video is filled with multiple wettings in various scenarios, in both schoolgirl and superheroine costumes. Cheers and await more incoming superheroines in peril in the future! 🙂 [My next mega compilation is almost halfway done as of this post]

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    Here I am with another superheroine wetting supercut 🙂 This particular video has it all. Fear, pain, stimulation, dream, bed wetting. In both office wear and superheroine costume. As always, let me know if you want the full JAV, I'll gladly provide it. Cheers and await more incoming superheroines in peril! 🙂

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  5. View File JOVD-024 SUPERCUT Here I am with another superheroine wetting supercut 🙂 This particular video has it all. Fear, pain, stimulation, dream, bed wetting. In both office wear and superheroine costume. As always, let me know if you want the full JAV, I'll gladly provide it. Cheers and await more incoming superheroines in peril! 🙂 Submitter Nephron Submitted 01/03/2019 Category Female videos Clothing  
  6. Greetings everyone! I've been on and off this site for the last couple years, mainly just for story writing purposes. I've had new ideas and passions coming and going, not to mention some serious writers block, moving states, and having my old laptop die on me. I've settled, bought a new one, and have been writing for NanoWimo this month. The story I was working on just didn't have the flow I wanted to and to see if I could jog anything, I went reading through some of my older work. Master and Servant was one of the longest stories I'd ever written and I about punched myself when I realized how long I'd left it, and the way I'd left it unfinished. I've been thinking it over for a few days, and I realized that I really want to give it a proper ending. There are things I would change and do differently, so I decided the only fair thing to do was to give it another try and re-write it. Let me know what you guys think, I want to hear feedback and ideas to help grow and change as a writer...especially one who indulges a pissing fetish 😉 Hope you guys enjoy! The first chapter is a long one, reader beware! Ch. 1: Let the Games Begin Hermione Granger could pinpoint the exact date and time when her little habit had formed. She was eleven years old, the second Tuesday of November that year. On Halloween she’d been trapped in the girl’s loo and nearly had her head taken off by a troll. Since then, she found that every time she tried to use one of the girl’s toilets, her heart began to pound in her chest and her bladder quiver in her belly. She would rather, and many times nearly did, release its contents right outside the door than go inside. The fear she had was terrible, making her feel cold, clammy, and sick every time she so much as thought as going to the ladies’ room. It led to hours of agony, holding her water in her belly until it ached, only letting her pee flow when she was safe inside her dorm at Gryffindor Tower. Many times, she’d barely made it there, but letting all she held inside always felt so, so good. She would sit there on the porcelain throne, or stand in front with her legs spread wide the times she was a little too late, and her urine would spray from her like a waterfall. The agony would end, replaced with a euphoria so great she would moan and tremble. Oddly enough, she preferred it the times where her need was just a little too desperate. When her belly would throb, and her pee would spurt into her panties before she was even in her dorm, sending tendrils of urine down her thighs as she hurried up the stairs to her place of salvation. The times where she had her hands between her legs, skirt soaking up the constant bursts of wet heat from between her legs as she opened the bathroom door. What choice did she have but to let go right there in front of the toilet? She would moan as her pee soaked her panties, her skirt, her socks and shoes…the puddle would be so massive that the only thing that saved her from utter humiliation was her ability to perform advanced cleaning spells. As the days since the troll attack wore on, the number of accidents she had in front of the toilet grew. She liked it more, she admitted secretly to herself, to feel the pee burst uncontrollably down her legs. Once, she’d held it far too long and had an absolutely glorious pee right in the corridor on the second floor near the library. Another time, when the toilet had been occupied and she was already bursting, she crawled into bed and pissed the blankets until the were sopping. She laid there, panting in the wetness, realizing how badly she liked it. It gave her such pleasure to pee herself, made her girlhood tingle in ways she never had felt before. And, being a witch of inquisitive mind, she endeavored to explore these new pleasures. She let her experiments move from the privacy of the bathroom, or her bed, and out into the castle. Over the years, she learned her limits and pushed them, holding for hours until she burst. She learned places in the castle, or on the grounds, where she could pee unseen. That was always her favorite, to pee in the open. The fantasy that someone could happen upon her, even though she took precautions against it, gave her more pleasure than when she first discovered she liked to wet her knickers. She learned, as all teenage girls do, the best ways to give her body the pleasure it craved. She noticed that craving enhance greatly as her bladder filled, and it opened up new avenues for wetting and for pleasure. However, the last thing she ever expected was to be discovered. ***** Draco Malfoy had never paid Hermione Granger much mind. She was Mudblood, of little consequence. But, one day after Halloween their first year, he noticed something peculiar about the girl. They were in History of Magic, where minds tended to wander, and students fell asleep. His father would never allow the latter, but a wandering mind was something he just could not help in such a dull subject. He was thinking on its dullness when movement caught his eye. Granger was two rows up, at the corner desk, and she couldn’t sit still. It always gave Draco a secret, naughty, thrill of pleasure to see his classmates squirm the way Hermione Granger was squirming. He knew immediately what it was for and why, and always secretly wished to see a golden puddle form under their chairs. The girl had his full attention for the rest of the lesson. The way she tapped her feet, wiggled her hips, and crossed her legs. It was a perfect potty dance going unnoticed by anyone but him. She clearly had to go quite badly, he realized with a thrill, as by the end of the lesson she was holding herself and rocking in her seat. Why she didn’t just raise her hand to be excused was beyond him. Binns never cared if students asked. In fact, students often asked to use the toilet and just never came back. But then, Draco realized that he’d never seen her ask to use the toilet. She was such a little know-it-all that she’d never waste precious class time with something as inane as emptying her bladder. At least, that was what he assumed. Class ended with her dry, much to Draco’s displeasure and he left with his friends to his next class, one he shared with the Ravenclaws. He supposed Hermione would rush to the toilet, barely making it in time to pull her knickers down even though it was just across the hall. Maybe they would even be a little wet by the time she did. He found his thoughts drifting back to her potty dance throughout the day, feeling a nagging itch he didn’t quite know how to answer. He never imagined that by dinner, the squirming girl would catch his attention again. He almost missed his mouth with his fork when he spotted her across the Great Hall. She was pale, a thin sheen of sweat covering her forehead, her whole body tight and trembling. There was no way she was still holding it all in, there couldn’t be. It had been hours since History of Magic, and she’d been about to burst. And yet, there she was, shaking with obvious need. How her friends or anyone else in the room wasn’t noticing was beyond him. He had to get a closer look, and tormenting Potter and Weasley would provide the perfect opportunity. He glanced at the Teacher’s Table, grinning to see them occupied in some discussion, and got up from his dinner to saunter over to the Gryffindor Table. “Well, well, well,” he drawled “Potter. Congratulations on defeating a Mountain Troll. I have to wonder, what were you doing in a Girls’ Loo to fight it? Already turning into a peeper, are you?” Harry and Ron both went red with embarrassment and anger, immediately firing off their mouths with blundering threats of physical abuse. He cared little for their tirade, he was watching Hermione out of the corner of his eye. And oh, what a treat. She was absolutely busting, legs tightly crossed and holding herself discretely under her skirt, her robe hiding the action. He could see it though, because he was looking for it. She was rocking back and forth, subtly and watching the argument with increasing worry. Was she worried, he wondered, that her friends would be in trouble or was it that she was about to pee her panties right there at the table? He smirked, and drawled more careless insults, lengthening her agony. Her fidgeting increased, rocking fast and uncrossing and re-crossing her legs. She bent forward a little, and he noticed how much paler she’d gotten. He’d have gone on at length, insulting Harry’s dead mother and Ron’s fat one, except that Professor McGonagall had started in their direction. He wrapped it up and continued off, disappointed that he hadn’t gotten to see Hermione lose it. He left the Great Hall, intending on heading to the library so he could finish up a little homework without Crabbe and Goyle pestering him. He didn’t see Hermione leave just behind him, but he did hear a horrified gasp in the corridor as headed toward the staircase. Being tucked behind a stone wall, he peeked back behind him to see its cause. It was Christmas! Hermione Granger was standing in the middle of the empty corridor, hands between her legs and frozen stiff. His stomach did excited backflips as he watched her tremble. “Oh no…! Oh no oh no…” she whimpered, dancing back and forth on the red carpet. Her thighs pressed together, hands clenching tight between her legs. Draco felt his face flush, cold shivers trembling through him as he watched. She was going to do it. She was actually going to have an accident. “Ah…ah..!” Hermione gasped, looking down in horror as her legs snapped apart, putting an end to her dance. Pssssssssssssstt….! Her water thundered in the corridor, spraying so hard into the carpet that it bounced back and splashed onto her shoes. “Aaaahhh….” Hermione sighed as she flooded the hall, her skirt and the carpet darkening as her thick golden stream only continued to flow. How could one person, one little girl, possibly hold so much liquid inside her? Either way, Draco loved the look on her face. She liked it, she really liked it. It felt good to let all that pee out…It must have been over two minutes that she emptied herself when the torrent turned into a little trickle and then stopped. Hermione trembled on weak knees, pulling her wand out to clean her lake and her skirt. She sighed, looking all around before heading forward toward the stairs. That was strange to him. What normal girl holds her bladder all day long until she’s bursting, has the biggest accident in the universe in the middle of the hall, and just shrugs it off? He had assumed she would have at least started to cry. Either way, Hermione Granger had marked herself as interesting, and he decided to pay her some special attention. He wasn’t left disappointed over the next week. He watched her closely, and she never once went to the toilets during the day. She would drink at all her meals and spend the day fidgeting and holding until she was bursting. He never saw her wet again that week, but he had put together at the very least the only place she peed was in the Gryffindor Tower. She would always go there directly when she found her limit. It became an obsession to him, over the years, watching her most secret moments. He followed her around the castle and the grounds, whenever she ducked into her hidden places. From abandoned halls and classes, quiet courtyards on the grounds, she would always piss the ocean that had been held up inside her. She never, ever went to the toilet. It led to two conclusions, the first being that Hermione Granger did this on purpose. She liked to wet herself, and around thirteen the fact she’d started to pleasure herself after or during her wets made that conclusion obvious. The second was that Draco himself took no higher pleasure than watching her displays. How perverse on both accounts, he mused as he filled a Pocket Pensive he’d purchased over the summer before 4th year with his memories of her pleasured wettings. With the thrill of the World Cup passing, it was the thought of the coming year that made him giddy. Hermione had wet herself running from the Death Eaters, he was almost certain. When Harry and his friends had rushed into the clearing he’d been waiting in. He’d sassed them, watching how Hermione danced in the background, then doubled over. They never noticed how pee sprayed down against the ground, they were too angry at him or horrified at the treatment of muggles. But he’d seen. And better, Hermione’s eyes had locked with his when it happened. She knew he’d seen. He had something on her, and he knew what he wanted to do with it. All he needed was to catch her one more time, and he knew just how to do it. **** Admittedly, Hermione was worried Draco would have laughed at her right there in the clearing, pointing out her accident to her friends. The fact he hadn’t made her increasingly worried. There was no way he hadn’t noticed. He’d stared right at her as she soaked her jeans. It hadn’t been her intention to wet like that, but the Death Eaters had attacked right before she could slip into the woods and soak herself in private. It wasn’t her fault, or Draco’s really, that he’d seen her. Still, going into the next year with knowing he’d seen her and nothing to resolve it made her uneasy. But what was she to do? It’s not like she could confront him and ask him not to tell anyone she’d wet her pants. She saw him at Platform Nine and Three-Quarters boarding the train with his friends. Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zambini, and Theodore Nott were all in a group and chatting. They all leered at Harry as they walked by, but none looked at her. None except Draco. Heat tinted her cheeks and she looked away. He definitely had seen, but he hadn’t shared it with his friends. Why? Something so embarrassing would be fuel for the other Slytherins, and even the fussier Ravenclaws who hated her for her high grades. He had no issue tormenting Harry all last year for only fainting when Dementors came near. The whole of Slytherin house at the very least should have been laughing at her by now. They found their compartments on the train and Hermione felt a surge of need pulse in her bladder. Oh no she thought, already sitting next to the window as the train gave a loud horn blow, signaling its departure. She’d planned to empty her bladder before they got on the train, there were so many little hide aways in Kings Cross to do it. But she’d been caught up in conversation and then caught up in her anxieties when she saw Malfoy. There’d been no time for her to sneak back off the train and hide behind the information booth for the Hogwarts Express. She could have let loose there and got back on the train with no one the wiser… Her bladder throbbed again and she shifted in her seat. She couldn’t outright hold herself and dance like she needed to as her full bladder continued to give her signals. She, Harry, and Ron were all talking seriously about the Dark Mark and the show of Death Eaters at the World Cup. Harry admitted he’d been having nightmares and pains in his scar. This was no time for her bladder to be begging for relief. She suggested Harry write to Sirius, if only to ease his worries and give him something to do while she trembled with need. It was so bad…she had to go so bad. As Harry pulled out pen and parchment, a sudden burst of heat warmed her panties. Hermione bit her lower lip, pressing her thighs together, but with everyone in the room it was all she could do to hold the flood back. It wasn’t quite enough. Another burst of pee bloomed in her knickers again, then another, and another, and another. Her thighs were wet and she felt the seat cushion she was sitting on grow wet. Thankfully, she’d had the sense to pull her skirt out from under her when she felt her needs grow urgent. It was soaking her liquid well, but it wouldn’t hold it all. If she fully lost control, everything would run down the front of the bench and puddle on the floor. Ron and Harry would see, they’d know…She bit the inside of her cheek as another trickle of pee soaked into the seat. She had to get up and find somewhere on the train, and now. “I’ll be right back” Hermione said, not giving a reason but her company didn’t much mind. She set her newspaper on her seat, hiding the stain there, and headed out of the compartment. She dared to give herself a little squeeze once she was alone. The only place that came to mind was the baggage car, they were closer than the toilets were. She hurried down to the end of the train, paling as she felt more spurts of pee warm her wet panties, trickles running down her legs. She hoped she was moving too fast through the students going from compartment to compartment, visiting this friend and that, for anyone else to notice. By the time she had shut herself in the baggage car, she was leaking constantly. “Oh my God, oh my God…!” she squealed, her hand buried in her skirt, wetness soaking through it and wetting her hand. “My, my, my,” Drawled an all too familiar voice. Shock and panic made her moans of need die in her throat. She even stopped wetting for a moment. Draco Malfoy was sitting on top of the first group of trunks, grinning from ear to ear. “M-Malfoy, what are you…?! Ah..Oh..!” she questioned, legs quivering as her bladder throbbed, another stream dribbling out. She crossed her legs, both hands clenching into her girlhood to stop the flow. “Looks like someone really needs a wee,” Draco smirked, “why don’t you just do what you did at the World Cup? You needed a wee then, too.” “N-no I can’t…What’re you doing in here, I…Aah..haaa….oh Merlin…” Hermione was doing her best to avoid the inevitable, but another burst a pee soaked down her legs, sprinkling onto the metal floor below her. Draco’s grin got even wider. “Looks like you can, and you’re already doing it,” he smirked, “Why don’t you let it all out, hm? It’ll feel so good…Doesn’t it always just feel so good, Granger?” How did he know? Why did he know? What was going on? She could hardly string two thoughts together while her bladder burned in her belly and her heart pounded with anxiety in her chest. She couldn’t pee in front of Draco Malfoy! She just couldn’t! But…oh she couldn’t help it anymore. Her bladder was so past its limit, and every little dribble felt so good like he said… “Aah…ahh..! I can’t…I can’t hold it!” she cried out, gasping with shock and shame as a strong torrent of pee burst into her skirt, splashing loudly onto the metal. “Oh no!” she cried again when another burst through her fingers, then another. She was peeing right there, in front of Malfoy and pleasure was still coiling in her belly. He smirked wider and she completely lost it with a cry, a wave of pleasure crashing through her as a full gush of pee released. It was hot and fast and her muscles felt like jelly, unable to clench against the flood. Psssshhhh…! The sound echoed loudly as her pee splashed against the metal, puddling around her. “Aah…haa….ahhhhhh…” she gasped, gulping air as she sighed with relief. She closed her eyes tightly, not wanting to watch the grin Draco eyed her with. Her release felt too good to worry with him for the moment. Minutes past and she still released her water until only a trickle remained. For long moments more, the only sound between them was a soft dripping from her soaked panties and skirt into the massive puddle she made. Draco adjusted his pants and jumped down off the trunks, giddy as he splashed into the puddle below. The sound made Hermione jump. She looked at him with wide, almost frightened eyes. “Looks like that felt real good, Granger,” he smirked, “you like wetting your knickers, don’t you?” “I…” she started, the haze of relief fading from her eyes, replaced with a narrowed look, gulping a touch, “Look…I didn’t mean…I really had to go…The toilets had a line, and…” “Oh spare me,” Draco scoffed, cutting her off “you’ve been holding it till you burst since first year. You never piss in the loo like a normal person. You find places you think you’re alone and flood the place.” Hermione’s jaw nearly joined her puddle on the floor. “How do you..? How could you possibly…!?” “You were never alone as you thought you were,” he smirked “I’ve been watching the whole time.” “You…you sick pervert!” she snapped, snarling as her hand went to her wand. “Now, now,” he said, pulling his own faster, “there’s no need for that. I’m not going to tell anyone.” “Why?” she demanded, wand still in hand. “I want to play a little game,” he said “and I think you’d like to play too.” “And why’s that?” she growled. “Because you like to pee yourself, and I like to watch,” he grinned “I’m not going to let you watch me pee!” she snapped “I’ve been watching,” he said “and if you won’t play along, I’ll let everyone know.” “You fucking—” “Oh, such language from Little Miss Perfect,” he laughed “Shut up!” she snapped, sparks flying out of her wand. Draco flicked his own, his disarming spell finding its mark since she was so enraged. “Listen here,” he said “I have a whole Pensive of memories of you pissing your panties and diddling off in the wet. If you don’t agree, everyone will see it and think you’re the sick pervert. Do you understand?” “Blackmailing little shit,” she growled, hands balling at her sides. He just chuckled, not caring at all. “So,” he continued, “I want to play a little game…lets call it Master and Servant.” “If you think for one minute I’m going to serve you like some maid, you’ve got another thing coming!” she snapped “Oh please, I have house elves for that,” he said, noting her enraged expression with pleasure, “No, no…but I’m going to be the master of your bladder. I want you to come and get me if you need a wee, and you’ll only get to go if I say so. If not, or if you have an accident, you’re in for a punishment. How’s that sound?” “That sounds terrible! You sick pervert, I’ll never agree to this!” “Well, obviously I’d want you to agree,” he mused “but if you don’t I have the blackmail. Either way I get what I want. But before you get too angry, think it over. You like pissing yourself. You love it, I’d dare to say. And I like to watch you do it. How many guys do you think are gonna be into that? Most people would think that’s perfectly disgusting.” Hermione scowled, crossing her arms. She hated that he had a point. And she had, very secretly, wished someone would watch her. Take pleasure in her pleasure, watching her pee. Maybe even let her sit on a lap as her bladder burst…She swallowed the sour taste in her mouth. “So,” she said tersely “you’re saying that if I do as you ask, you won’t tell anyone I wet myself?” “No indeed,” he smiled, “I’d rather let this play out for as long as I’m interested.” “And when you’re bored?” she asked “Well, if you play along nicely, I may not tell everyone you’re filthy girl that likes to piss her knickers,” he smiled wickedly. Hermione huffed, considering her options. She didn’t have many. She was a wet mess, caught in her own puddle by none other than one of the nastiest brats Hogwarts held within its castle walls. And yet…she found his offer strangely appealing. “You swear you won’t say anything if I play along?” she asked “Cross my heart and hope to die,” he grinned. Hermione’s scowl grew, her foot tapping impatiently in her puddle as she mulled it over. “I want some conditions,” she said, making Draco grin wider. “Like what?” “I don’t want to wet where others will see it,” she said, “you can see, but that’s it.” “Fine,” he agreed, “anything else?” “I’m not going to do anything…sexual as a punishment,” she said, heat tinting her cheeks. “Ugh,” Draco scoffed “no, you misunderstand. I still hate you. I still think you’re disgusting Mudblood. I’d never touch you or have any type of feelings. I just like watching you piss.” “Good,” Hermione said coolly, “that was going to be my third condition.” Draco had to laugh at her gumption, hands going into his pockets. She really was something, standing there in a puddle with pissed panties and a wet skirt, so defiant. It was part of the reason she was so very interesting. “So, you agree?” he asked triumphantly. “I agree,” she said with an irritated huff, “but you better not go back on your word or I’ll hex you so hard you’ll have to eat through a straw for the rest of your life!” He laughed again, such a fierce little thing! He liked this situation very much. “Now, now, that’s no way to talk to your Master…” “If you think I’m gonna call you that—” “I do, and you will, or Draco, or else you’re gonna get punished.” She scowled. “Fine, Draco…” she growled, “if you’re through, I’m going back to my compartment.” “Dripping wet?” he smirked, making her blush. Before she could retrieve her wand from where his spell had flung it, he cast his own cleaning charms. Her panties warmed and dried between her legs, her socks and skirt as well. The puddle followed next and it was like it never happened. “There, now you can’t say I’m not a nice master, can you?” he teased, moving to grab her wand for her. She snatched from his hand and turned heel, her bushy hair smacking him in the face. “One more thing” he said before she opened the door, “make sure you order a fizzy pumpkin juice from the trolley, and drink at least four goblets at dinner. Don’t pee before you go to bed, and meet me on the fourth floor, the unused classroom near the Charms classroom. You know the one, you piss in there when you’ve overheld it.” “Fine!” she snapped, reddening when he mentioned a favorite wetting spot of hers. The knowledge unnerved her, adding fact to the story he told. She stormed out of the baggage car, fuming with anger. Draco was left chuckling at his own brilliant idea and took a long moment to reward himself with a little pleasure, fueling it with her most recent release.
  7. Meanwhile, at the southern end of the kingdom, right at the border with The Great Wasteland, stood a great fort and wall separating the two lands. Its name was the Shield of Pendragon, named after Alicia Pendragon who had become a hero of the kingdom for driving the invading orcs from the Great Wasteland. And today, its namesake was approaching it in a rapid fashion. Alicia rode as fast as she could on top of her horse. She had been riding on said white horse for more than 24 hours non stop without rest. Such was her amazing vigor. But even her had her limits in all things. Brrrrrfffffttt! A fresh wave of gas escaped from her skintight white trousers as she lifted her buttocks a little from her saddle. She was desperate. It had been 30 hours since she last used the lavatory and now she was desperate on both ends. Psss... She quickly clamped her muscles, cutting off the leak immediately. Just a little more. Just a little more until she arrived. -------xxx--------- "Lady Alicia! Lady Alicia is here!" "Oh, bless the gods, our savior is here!" Such was the reaction she received when she arrived at her destination. She didn't waste time in pleasantries though. She immediately went off in search of the nearest privy after she left the stables. "About time you showed up, Alicia." Only to be interrupted by the Musketeer General of the kingdom, Winfry Albarn. She was the leader of the musketeer batallion, a newly formed unit that utilized a newly invented weaponry of muskets and cannons. "Come on. The meeting would start soon." Alicia sighed inwardly. Her bathroom visit would have to wait, it seemed. It would be more important to attend this meeting right away and know the current situation. "Lead the way," she told her. Once there, she was greeted by the sight of all the high ranking soldiers in the army, along with three other generals. First was the Warrior General, Layla Tu Danaan. She held the charge on the frontline warriors and her skill with the scythe terrified even her own troops as she could chop and dice so many opponents with it in a flash. The other one was Rana Nordwick, the Wizard General. She commanded the magic batallion, both as offense and support. And last but not least was Norn Farseer, the Druid General. Unlike the others, she didn't command human troops. Instead, she specialized in aerial support with her squad of giant rocs. Their screams could bring terror to the battlefield and they could either swoop in with their strong claws and beaks or drop huge boulders or trees from the skies. And the druid herself could transform into a dragon. "Oh finally you sure took your time, Alicia," Layla said once she saw her entering the room with an annoyed look. Alicia never really got along with the general. It's not her fault however. It was the general's own attitude who caused such a rift. You see, the general was jealous. Jealous on how Alicia could fight in the front lines while never having any accidents. The general's biggest shame had always been her weak bladder and bowel controls. It was so bad that she had to wear diapers underneath her poofy bloomers. Even now, as she sat on her seat, her diaper was squishing on her butt. No one else knew obviously, or else she would've resigned out of shame. Alicia took her seat but as she did, a powerful cramp assaulted her bowels. Quickly, she shifted her buttcheeks, raising one cheek slightly, and with deadly precision, began releasing a silent fart. "So, what's the situation?" she asked with her serious expression, even though she was still in the middle of releasing her gas. She was well practiced in this kind of stuff. "Well, their last assault took a heavy toll on our forces," Rana answered as she took a sip of her coffee. "We annihilated many of them yet our scouts still reported that many more are still coming." "They're expected to arrive at nightfall today," Winfry added. "I see..." Alicia replied, only now ending her long fart. "Any demands from them?" "Hah, all they ask was you, Alicia," Layla snidely replied. "Me?" Alicia replied. Pssshhh... She quickly pressed her tights together. In surprise, her full bladder had failed her. Unlike before however, she couldn't stop the flow completely. She could only halt it to tiny little drops every second. "Yes, you," Layla continued. "Their leader demanded to bring you, Alicia Pendragon, to them. Guess they want revenge or something." "I see..." Alicia replied, feeling the warmth spreading on her already damp panties. "Then I guess I'll have to go to them, then!" she said with a confident grin She then rose from her chair and said, "If that's all, then I'm going to my room. Getting quite sleepy after riding all day and night without rest, you see," she said, still with her grin. She then turned around and left the room. "H-hey, Alicia, we're not finished yet!" Layla shouted. "Let her be. She needs her rest for the upcoming fight," Norn said to her with her usual calm self. "Grrr, that woman just keeps doing whatever she wants!" If Layla hadn't been so angry, she probably would have noticed the small wet patch on Alicia's pants. Only Rana noticed, which gave her a little smirk. Even the Hero herself needs a potty break, it seems. And speaking of potty breaks, I sure need one myself. She shifted her legs as she took another sip of her coffee. And, as a mark of sympathy to Alicia, she let out a long spurt of pee to her own black panties And so ended Alicia's desperate horse ride. She made it, of course. She let her pee dry on her pants and panties, using perfume to mask the slight smell.
  8. Hello, everyone. Here's part 7 of the Gentleman series -- on a Friday morning, no less! Let's hear it for three-day weekends. Getting close to the end of the story now. And yes, the tags are correct; while as usual this is mostly about desperation, I decided to include something for the wetting fans. Bonus points if you get the title reference... or remember the ad that Dacy mentions. I saw it when I was in high school on the cross-country team, and I was electrified. My usual links to all the prior chapters: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 5 1/2 Part 6 We pick up right where Part 6 left off. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “So I was about to go for a run. But I’d just gotten back from class, like today, and I had to pee,” Dacy began. Parker realized what he was in for. And a little voice in the back of his head whispered, Well, you can feel guilty and uncomfortable the whole time, or you can sit back and enjoy it… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dacy was so glad to get up and moving. She loved learning, but she did not love sitting in lectures for hours on end. She’d been craving a run for hours. All she had to do was pee and she’d be on her way. She tucked her ID card and her room key into the little pouch inside her shorts, grabbed her running shirt, and pulled it on as she left her room. For a second she was blinded as she tried to pull the shirt down. Just at that second, hands grabbed her wrists and held them in place, keeping her from getting her shirt off her eyes. Other hands grabbed her ankles and swept her up off the ground. For a moment she was utterly terrified. And then she heard the giggle. She knew that giggle. It was Trina, one of her best friends. She also realized how incredibly unlikely that she would be kidnapped by sex slavers from the middle of her dorm at 4pm in the afternoon, when everyone was coming and going from class. And then she remembered. How often had she made that boast? Hundreds of times. She always bragged that she knew the back roads around campus so well by now, even as a freshman, that she could get plopped down blindfolded in the middle of the country and she could work her way back to campus, no problem. It seemed that some of her friends were calling her bluff. By the time they got to the door of the dorm, she was laughing too. She was still laughing when they dropped her into the trunk of the car and closed the lid—although it was still a little scary to be locked in the dark, even knowing she was in friendly hands. But she was less scared than ticked off that they’d grabbed her on the way of her dorm room and not, say, on her way out of the bathroom. She wasn’t about to pee her pants or anything, but she was definitely way more full than she liked to be at the start of a run. Involuntarily her mind flicked back over a few times she’d been in this situation back in high school. And she thought of the Adidas ad with the girl runner popping a squat behind a tree. “Runners. Yeah, We’re Different.” Well, that was true enough. And maybe she was about to act out that ad for the first time in several years. When she stopped thinking about peeing for a second, she realized that she should have been keeping track of which way the car was turning. She’d probably have been able to sort out what streets they were on. But soon enough she realized that her friends had thought of that too, and were taking extra turns—totally uselessly, since she’d lost track before they’d gotten out of the parking lot. Besides, she didn’t want to spoil the joke… and she wanted to test out if her big brag really was true. Mainly she just wanted them to get to where they were going, so she could get going herself. In more way than one. After what seemed like quite a long time, the car came to a stop and abruptly popped the trunk. Dacy scrambled out, naturally enough—she wasn’t about stay cooped up a second longer!—but as soon as she turned around, the car started to pull away, trunk lid still up. She recognized the car—Trina’s, naturally—so that little effort to hide their identity was pretty useless. She sprinted after the car and slammed down the trunk for them. No need for them to be driving dangerously. Trina accelerated a lot more as soon as the trunk slammed, and Dacy was left in the dust, literally. She looked around. Well shoot, she thought. So much for doing the Adidas ad thing… It was nothing but cornfields as far as her eye could see—mid-spring cornfields. The only way she could pop a squat in the cover of these cornfields would be if she were six inches tall. On the other hand, there wasn’t much else, either: she could see a couple farmhouses in the distance, and that was it. She wondered if she could just squat down, even out in the open, with nobody to see. But she was still on the road, and anyone could come along. Better to get moving so she could get back to campus. Which way, though? Well, she couldn’t tell where she was—north, south, east, or west of home. The only way she could think of to find her way back was to run until she saw something she recognized. She started off. Uh-oh. Just as soon as she started running, the jolts of her shoes hitting pavement shot right up her legs and into her bladder. Running was going to be hard, hard, hard. But what else could she do? She wanted to get back to campus before dinner, and she didn’t think she’d be able to pull that off walking. Besides, if she didn’t want to drop her shorts and give the whole world a free show, she had to get back to campus, ASAP. So she clamped down and kept running… a little more gingerly than usual. Besides, she wasn’t sure how far she had to go: better to conserve energy. The country was starting to look familiar. She thought she was south of campus and the main highway. But how far south, and on what road? There weren’t any street signs. There weren’t any other streets! She decided she was probably heading east, but what did that mean? Was she getting closer or farther from school? A couple times she almost stopped, second-guessing herself, before deciding that she had to keep going or all the ground she’d covered would be totally wasted if she’d been right the first time. A couple of times she had to stop for real, for other reasons. Peeing in a cornfield was starting to sound really good, free show or not. But then she saw a farmhouse, shaded by a couple trees. The road was taking her straight for it, so she kept going. She wasn’t sure she wanted to knock on a stranger’s door and ask to use the bathroom, but it was probably a lot better than getting caught by a stranger in their cornfield with her shorts around her ankles. She was about a hundred yards from the house when a sudden thought crossed her mind. She was an 18-year-old girl wearing a thin white t-shirt with the school name plastered right over her boobs, and she was wearing a hot pink sports bra underneath that shirt, and underneath the bra were her boobs. Those boobs meant she’d had to beat off boys with a stick in high school. More than once she’d had to kick a guy who got way too handsy. Between that and the back pain, the only time she was ever grateful for being so big up front was when she had a boyfriend (or wanted one), because the boys were always ecstatic. The point was, she had no idea how the local guys would react to her. Growing up in Minneapolis, she’d never had much experience with “Red-State” folks. She wasn’t sure she wanted to find out here and now, far from home and with absolutely nobody knowing where she was. I mean, this is how the horror movies always start… She knew she was probably being unfair, but she was nervous enough that she couldn’t make up her mind… and then the dog started barking. She must have jumped a foot in the air. And when she came down, she felt a sudden spurt of pee. She crossed her legs and squeezed tight, and got it back under control. Dacy did not do dogs. She’d never liked them, and when she was out running she always hated it when they started barking at her and surprised her. She hated off-leash dogs even more. And this dog was not only not on a leash, it wasn’t even behind a fence. As soon as she could move without leaking, she scurried to the other side of the road and ran as quickly as she dared past the house. Thankfully the dog seemed well-trained, and didn’t cross the road to chase her. But she was definitely not asking for a bathroom at that house. Once the dog was well behind her, she stopped and inspected the damage to her shorts. It wasn’t too bad… but she sure wished she’d worn her black shorts and not her light blue ones. The wet patch was clear enough if someone looked straight at her. If she kept running, though, probably nobody would notice. Which meant she definitely wasn’t going to stop at any farmhouses now. So all she had to do was run back to campus… which she still didn’t know how to do… without completely pissing herself. I got this. That dog just scared me, that’s all. She coasted down a gentle hill and came, at last, to the first crossroads. She looked at the street signs. The name of the road she’d just run into sounded vaguely familiar, so she turned on it. After a short way she nearly cheered. A much larger road was up ahead. She was sure she’d recognize the name. She ran the last few hundred yards eagerly, almost forgetting the pressure in her crotch. Oh no! It was a classic good-news, bad-news situation. Good news: she knew where she was now. She even recognized the place, now that she was looking at it from a more familiar angle. And her navigation problems were now totally over: the road was the Cartersburg Road, which would take her almost straight back to campus. Bad news: she’d been running the wrong way. She guessed Trina and whoever else had helped had dropped her off almost due south of campus. She’d been running away from campus, and now she had to jog four more miles on the Cartersburg Road to make up that distance. Four more miles… well, four and a half, really, since the road didn’t go directly back. She still had to cut across the fields behind campus. Four and a half miles was nothing to her, she could jog that easily, but it meant four and a half miles to the nearest bathroom. Eep! As soon as she’d thought that, her bladder leaked again. She squeezed it off and looked down. A bigger patch this time. Zero chance of stopping anywhere or hitching a ride. She wasn’t shy at all with her friends, but going up to some stranger with a big ol’ wet patch between her legs? Plus the boobs? Nope. Well… nothing for it but to start running, so she did. It was getting harder and harder to do that, though. She had to balance it out: if she ran at her usual cruising pace, eight minutes to the mile, she’d be home in half an hour. Not good, but probably the best she could do—she could run a lot faster than that, but not over four miles, not after already having jogged probably close to three, and definitely not when she was bursting with pee. But that bursting part was becoming a real problem: she tried to get to her usual pace but she constantly felt like she was about to spring a leak. If she slowed down to jogging pace again, ten minutes to the mile, she wouldn’t get back for forty minutes, maybe more. She wasn’t sure she could last that long. She decided to alternate faster and slower as best she could, and tried to pretend she was doing interval work. The other problem with the Cartersburg Road was that it was really boring. She’d run it too many times last fall with the cross country team. But she wasn’t about to go exploring today: the road was a straight shot for home and the nearest safe toilet. About fifteen minutes later, so not quite two miles up the road, she had to stop again to squeeze off another leak. The wet patch had grown a bit again. She stood, cross-legged and bent slightly over, blushing furiously; she was aware of the view she was giving the passing cars. Darn her boobs! They were so useful for getting attention when she wanted it (and she often did) but she couldn’t turn them off. But there was nothing else to do. If she let go she thought she would explode. She hadn’t needed to pee so much ever in her entire life, she was sure of it. After a minute or so she felt she was back under control. She kept running. As she crested the hill that told her she had a mile to go on the Cartersburg Road, she decided to risk going a little faster on the downhill. It backfired almost immediately: she felt another squirt. She couldn’t squeeze it off fast enough—nor stop running fast enough, and she felt three more squirts as she slowed down to look at herself. The wet patch in her crotch was now quite large—no way to pass it off as anything else. And in fact she was going to still have this big wet patch when she got back to the dorm… that would be a big problem. Could she take off her t-shirt, hide it somehow? No good, the shirt wouldn’t wrap around her waist… and besides, that would mean she’d come running back into campus in nothing but a hot-pink sports bra and she did not want that kind of attention right now. She kept jogging. What else could she do? She’d have to deal with getting into her dorm undetected somehow, but first she had to get there. She crested the next gentle hill and saw the college’s woods spread out before her. Yes! She didn’t have to get all the way back to campus after all! All she had to do was get to the woods! She could hide behind a tree and re-enact the Adidas ad after all. That wouldn’t solve the wet patch problem, but it would solve the problem that right now her bladder was just screaming to pee. In all honesty, she might not be able to make it the last half-mile to campus anyway. She had to go so bad! She turned off the Cartersburg Road at last, and good riddance. Just another few hundred yards across this field, then across one last narrow country road, and she’d reach the woods. Then she could go a little into the woods, find a tree or a bush big enough to hide behind, and pee pee pee… No wait, she wasn’t even going to go that far. She was going to go behind the very first tree she got to, whether it was wide enough or not. She could let go and it would feel so good… Um, she’d settle for the drainage ditch on the far side of the road. If she crouched down enough she could be hidden and PEEEEEEE The next leak felt like a crack in the dam. She tried to speed up. Just another fifty yards! At most! Thirty, even! But that acceleration was all her poor worn-out crotch muscles could take. It was by far the biggest spurt yet. She slowed to a halt, crossed her legs… felt another two huge spurts, felt the pee not stopping at all but instead trickling down her crossed legs… she dropped into a squat almost unconsciously, tried sitting on her heel… the fourth spurt dwarfed the others… In one quick jerk she got her butt off her heel and got her shorts off her butt and peeeeeeeeeeed and oh wow it was like coming it felt so good to let go… But she was squatting bare-assed in a field that was not very big and had roads on all three sides of it and there were cars coming and going. She tried to squeeze it off. It took a lot longer than she’d expected. Oh her bladder did not like that, did not like it at all. Slowly, shakily, like she’d just finished a 8k at high speed, she stood up and pulled her shorts up again. She tried to jog and stopped after three steps as she spurted still more into her shorts. She got it back under control—how, she didn’t really know—and carefully walked the last few yards (two small squirts), crossed the road without stopping to see if anyone was coming, crossed the ditch (another squirt, bigger), walked in among the trees, squatted down with her back against the first one she’d laid eyes on (squirt), pulled her shorts down again, and let it all go. She heard somebody call out and opened her eyes. Nobody in sight. It wasn’t until she’d checked over both shoulders that she realized it had been her, gasping with the pleasure of pissing. Oh, wow, how much was I holding? Finally it trickled off. Waves of relief were still flooding through her, but she had to inspect the damage. Her shorts were totally soaked, crotch and butt, all the way up to the tag in the back waistband. It looked like when she’d squatted in the field, she hadn’t gotten them all the way down. There was zero question of hiding it. There was pee all over her legs, too. Now that she’d taken care of the peeing part, she really really wanted to go to the bathroom for the shower part. She thought about wiping off her legs with her shirt, thought better of it, and stepped out of her shorts. Okay, now she was naked from her waist to her ankles, so she moved fast, using the still-dry parts to wipe off a little of the pee from her legs. At this point, what was a little more? Then she pulled her shorts back on—that wasn’t fun at all—and took the card key out of her pocket. She jogged back out of the woods and through the fields. As she got close to the parking lot, though, she picked up speed and started sprinting for all she was worth. This overpowered her sports bra and she was aware she was bouncing like mad and probably catching ever hetero guy’s eye in a hundred-yard radius, but it looked as if she was finishing some brutally intense workout and nobody was going to stop her to talk to her. And if anyone noticed that the backside of her shorts was a much darker blue than the sides, well, by the time they did she was already ten yards away and moving fast. She got into sight of her dorm. Not many people around—was it dinner time? Could she be that lucky? But still some. She didn’t even start to slow down until she was at the south end of the building, and had to brake quicklyat the door. Up the five steps, unlock the door… and then once she was through the lobby she could run down the hall to the room she shared with Meagan, fling the door open, and get safely inside. Meagan would know but she’d understand. And maybe, just maybe, nobody else would know. She stepped through the door into the lobby and came face to face with Trina, Dan, Meagan, and at least a third of the cross-country team. They stared. For a second, Dacy stared back. And then she burst out laughing. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Oh shit, Parker thought, I am so turned on right now. Dacy was still giggling. “Can’t you just see it? My shorts were so soaked it looked like I’d been running in the rain!” Yeah, I’m picturing it rather a lot right now. How can I get out of this room without her noticing my hard-on? I bet it’ll be just as obvious as her shorts were… “Oh, hey, Meagan! How long have you been standing there?” Dacy said. Meagan was standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame, arms folded. It looked like a casual pose, but her face was absolutely expressionless. And with that clue, it was obvious that Meagan’s relaxed pose was nothing of the sort. She looked as tight as a guitar string. “Hey,” Parker said, a little weakly. Meagan straightened up, turned, and walked away without saying a word. Oh. Shit. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Stay tuned for the final installment, probably posted over Thanksgiving weekend (that's in two weeks for non-Americans).
  9. Răzvan2000

    Dom & sub couple

    The story is about a couple between two partners(bf-boyfriend;gf-girlfriend) who are both into Omo but also into BDSM, so when someone needs to pee, he/she has to get permission from the other to go pee. Well this is all about in this story. It all started yesterday(Sunday) when the bf asked his gf to go and watch a movie with her but not before their bet she said after. The bet was about who's gonna win a boxing match, and the loser has to be the submissive for the next week and the winner, the Dominant. And of course she was the winner and now the bf is in her control/dominance. She agreed to go and watch a movie with him but only if he follows some ''rules'' of her. And the rule is that he has to stay together with her for the rest of the movie which will be almost 4 hours long. So that means two things: wherever she goes he must follow her and he can't go anywhere without her. The next day(Monday) They arrived at the cinema and took their seats and the movie was about to start. It was 14:55 and the movie starts at 15:00 and ends at 19:00 and TECHNICALLY there are no breaks so they're not going anywhere, neither him because of the rule. The film has started and the bf was drinking a large soda after he was drinking so much coffee earlier that day. And also he remembered that he hasn't used the toilet before they left. And that panicked him since he can't go anywhere without her gf under any circumstances even if he has urge to pee. After 10 minutes, just a little pain in his bladder. After another 10 minutes, 5/10. He started to squirm in his seat but his gf didn't notice anything. After 30 minutes, his bladder was almost full(8/10) and that means that he has to pee really bad. He tried to ask her that he wants to use the restroom and see the results. Him: excuse me, babe! Her: what? Him: I have to pee so badly, can I go? TO BE CONTINUED
  10. Hi again all, It's been a while but I have been trying to find time to write the second chapter about Alice. If you missed it, chapter one is here. Massive thanks for the positive feedback from posters on my previous chapter. Hope you enjoy this one! I don't get much time, but i'll try to follow this up when I can! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Alice stood on the street, tapping her foot subconsciously as she stared at the building. From the outside, it was nothing special. Just a typical dilapidated old warehouse in East London that had seen a revival in recent years, with investors flooding the area as it became fashionable. 'I should have bought a place here ten years ago, it would have quadrupled in price by now' Alice thought as she stared. She hadn't been sure she would come back to this building. Her past experience here had been completely unexpected and entirely new to her. Although the high salary was extremely appealing, Alice had always thought of herself as rather 'normal', sexually. What happened here the week before had been so far out of her comfort zone that afterwards she had sworn to herself she wouldn't go back. That was five days ago. Since then, there had been very little she was able to think about except for the feeling of utter and complete desperation she had felt, combined with the extremely erotic way she had been touched by another woman. Alice had been more turned on than she could ever remember that afternoon, and she had remained so for the last five days, no matter how many times she told herself to ignore it. Alice had never been one for 'self pleasuring'. She had always seen it as extremely embarassing, even when her friends talked about it. The last five days she had come closer than ever before to giving it a try. She was finding the constant tingling and dampness between her legs almost unbearable. Added to that, every time she needed to pee she had become so uncontrollably aroused that she had to go and pee immediately or her legs would start to go weak as she tried to hold it in. That was exactly what was happening now. Her first day in the Omobar, as a paid member of staff. A very well paid member. Her bladder felt uncomfortable. She would normally have gone to the bathroom an hour before, at least, but she had been told to turn up needing to pee, and here she was. Tapping her foot on the pavement and building up the courage to enter. 'Here we go then' she muttered, and strode across the road, pushing the buzzer. The door swung open after a few minutes and she walked down the stairs. A friendly face greeted her at the elevator. "Hi Alice, welcome back," Sophie said with a smile showing her perfect teeth. She wore a short, figure hugging pink dress which showed off her curves beautifully, her hair falling in ringlets over prominent and poorly concealed breasts. "Thanks!" replied Alice, blushing a little as she took in the gorgeous figure in front of her. 'What is wrong with me at the moment? Everything is turning me on like crazy" she thought to herself angrily. 'Behave like a professional for god's sake' They got into the lift and descended to the floor below. "Changing rooms," smiled Sophie, noticing Alice's questioning glance. She hadn't been to this floor during the last visit. The doors slid open and Alice looked around. It was like a changing room at a fancy gym, except with the notable absence of toilets. She squeezed her thighs together and rose onto tiptoes for a moment. "Need to pee?" Sophie asked "Pretty badly" Alice replied with a weak smile, resuming her leg tapping. "Well the clients should be here in about half an hour, so not too much waiting. Time to get changed! Drink this." Sophie handed her one of the mysterious cocktails she had been served at her interview. "What should I wear?" Alice sipped her cocktail, feeling nervous that the outfits she had brought were not glamorous enough "Everything is here in your locker, don't worry" Sophie replied, with a sparkle in her beautiful eyes. "It's just me and you tonight, only two clients. Should be great fun!" Alice surprised herself by feeling slightly disappointed. She realised she had been hoping that Rachel would be there, with her full, wet mouth and probing, soft, sensual fingers... She stopped herself and realised she had been about to touch herself through her skirt just thinking about it. Blushing a deep red she turned around and sat down on a bench, pressing the edge of it into her crotch and wriggling on it to stop her need to pee being quite so severe. "Sorry, I..." She said, red faced. "Don't worry," replied the brunette. "I was the same when I started. Had to make myself cum about 8 times a day for the first month just to calm myself down." She winked slowly at Alice and looked her up and down, which only served to increase Alice's arousal. "Oh, I don't... erm... No, I haven't..." Alice chuckled bashfully, unsure of what to say when faced with such a brazen admission. "Shut up!" Sophie replied with her mouth open. "You haven't touched yourself since last week??" "I've never.. erm... never done that!" Alice muttered under her breath, finishing her cocktail with a slurp. "Shit, girl, you must be going out of your mind. This place is the sexiest place I've ever been, and your interview was one of the sexiest things i've ever seen! How could you stand not cumming after that?!" "It's been... difficult" Sophie looked long and hard at the wriggling girl and after a few moments, said "I've got just the thing for you tonight. Get dressed." Alice stood up with an effort, clenching her pee hole closed, and pulled a dress identical to Sophie's but in black out of the locker. 'What the hell was in the drink??' she thought to herself for the second time that week. She undressed slowly, being careful not to jolt her bladder. Her top and bra came off with her legs crossed, but she had to twist her skirt to unzip it and it put awful pressure on her bladder. "Fuck, not yet!" she moaned, sliding her legs frantically past each other as she buried her hand in her crotch. She wriggled out of her skirt and stood there in black lace panties, hand in her crotch, as she tried to decide the best way to get the dress on without pissing in it before the night had even started. "You are so beautiful" Said Sophie, coming round from behind the lockers. "And damn sexy when you hold yourself. Is it that bad already?" Alice nodded and whimpered. She had drunk a lot of water and two mugs of tea before coming just in case she didn't need to pee enough.It was all hitting her at once now and she collapsed to her knees, sitting on her heel, grinding it into her crotch. Together, they squeezed Alice into the dress. It felt way too tight around her bladder and she didn't dare get up. There was no room for a bra under the dress and Alice was sitting on her heel so there was no way to get the dress past her hips without her standing. "OK, ready?" Said Sophie, who had started to wriggle around herself. "One, two.... three" Alice clenched as hard as she could, stood up, and her hand flew to her crotch. She had gotten so desperate so quickly again, but this time after the last five days of sexual denial, she was also getting uncontrollably horny. This was easily the most desperate she had been since her interview, and it seemed, now, that desperation was directly linked to arousal. Even just with her hand in her crotch, not moving, on the outside of her panties she felt her legs getting weak and her breath becoming shallow, her face reddening. "No, no" Sophie intervened. "Not yet beautiful," Alice was returned to the real world and realised she had her eyes closed and was leaning against the lockers. She looked down at herself, dress hiked up around her hips, hand on her small panties. She blushed again. "Sorry, I... I don't know what..." Sophie stepped over so she was within an inch of Alice's face. Her beautiful perfume and bouncy chestnut hair occupying all of Alice's senses apart from those in her bladder. She leaned in and sensually, softly and fragrantly kissed Alice on the lips. The kiss lasted for a few seconds but to Alice it felt like weeks. She was breathless again and her knees were shaking, half from her desperate attempt to hold her bladder, half from how close she was to orgasm. "Plenty of time for orgasms. Plenty of them." She was still so close Alice could have licked her. "The clients are arriving now and we need to be ready." she whispered in Alice's ear. "Take off your panties" "I can't, I'll piss myself" the poor girl moaned, legs bouncing back and forward. "You can do this" A soft whisper Alice took a deep breath, concentrated with all her strength on holding her pee, and released her hand. "Aaaaaaaaah" screamed the poor tortured girl with the sheer effort of holding her pee hole closed without her hand to help. Her chest was heaving, breasts almost coming out of the small cups that the dress provided. With one swift movement, Sophie bent down, pulled the black panties down to Alice's ankles and replaced Alice's hand with her own, jamming it between the tanned thighs which were pounding up and down, mincing together in a last ditch effort to hold on. "Oh. My. God." Exclaimed Sophie as Alice stood, trembling, her whole body shaking as she fought the wave of pee inside her. "You are unbelievably wet. I have literally never felt anything like this!" Sophie's fingers were sliding aroung between Alice's legs as she writhed, leaning against the lockers. "I... Can't ....Stop" She screamed. She could feel a wave building up inside her. Her whole body was burning, shaking, tingling with the most incredible feeling she could ever imagine. Her toes went numb, followed by her fingers, and still Sophie's hand slid around the soft, slippery wetness between her legs, Alice's bladder felt like it was ready to explode. Pain shot through her stomach and down into her crotch, mixing with the intense pleasure she was getting from Sophie. She writhed and groaned, faster and harder. "I... Seriously..." She breathed "Can't..." With that Alice collapsed against the lockers and Sophie reached around behind her to steady her, pressing into her stomach accidentally. The second she did so, a loud hissing sound burst from between Alice's legs and she screamed, on the very edge of the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced. "No! Stop!" Said Sophie urgently, breathing heavily and looking flushed herself. Alice started retreating from the edge of orgasm. "Please, keep touching! Almost... There..." But Sophie had removed her hand and was repeating herself. "Stop!!" With a superhuman effort, Alice pulled all her strength together and cut off the flow of pee. She had peed for about fifteen seconds. Not nearly enough to satisfy her desperate bladder, but enough to enable her stand without holding herself. "Why?" She asked breathlessly, chest heaving and feeling slowly returning to her toes. "You have to be desperate for the clients," replied Sophie with a wink. "But I need to..." Alice was returning to herself now. Still desperate to pee, still desperate for an orgasm, but still bashful. She admonished herself for almost saying 'cum' infront of someone else! She hastily pulled her dress down to cover her still dripping vagina, noticing the fluid coating the inside of her thighs. "Like I say, plenty of time," Sophie smiled mischeviously. She pulled out a strange looking device that looked like a three pronged rubber fork but with the three prongs arranged in a triangle and the handle missing. "This is for you". Sophie stepped towards Alice again and slowly pulled up her dress, once again revealing her neatly trimmed hair and shining wet crotch. Alice was wriggling a little with desperation but she allowed Alice to guide the rubber fork into her pussy. One prong reached inside her, pressing gently on the inside of her, right against her g-spot. Alice gasped sharply as a fresh wave of arousal hit her. 'Another woman is putting something inside me!' her mind shouted, almost as loud as her bladder was shouting. The second and third prongs reached outside, one on either side of her enlarged clitoris which was slippery and begging to be touched. The prongs brushed it slightly and Alice shuddered with pleasure, almost losing control of her bladder again. "Shit!" she shouted instinctively, and her hand shot to her crotch. To her surprise, the little toy was so well fitted to her that she could barely feel it, even with her hand against her naked crotch. She bounced up and down on the spot a little, regaining composure. "There, that should do it" Said Sophie with a smile. "What is that thing??" "A vibrator," Alice blushed, yet again. "I've never... used..." "Then you're in for a treat," replied Sophie. "Because I've got the controller for yours and now..." she reached down to Alice's crotch and did something Alice couldn't see. "You've got the controller for mine. "Watch" Sophie pulled her skirt up, revealing neatly trimmed hair that was just long enough to curl. She put her hand into her crotch, as if to stop herself peeing. It was, quite simply, the most arousing thing Alice had ever seen. As soon as Sophie touched her crotch, an incredible thing started happening to Alice. All at once, she felt like she was about to burst with pee, her clit was shooting fireworks into her body she screamed in pleasure. Sophie took her hand away. "You can't be that obvious!" she said, chuckling. "We're not really supposed to use these, but because they're so small nobody ever notices. But they will if you have a screaming orgasm every time I hold myself! I'll be doing that a lot tonight!" Alice could see stars. She felt like her world had just exploded with pleasure. "I thought I was going to pee right then!" "That's the g-spot, it'll do that to you," Sophie grinned. "Come on, we're late, and I am bursting for a pee. Let's get this show started." The two girls straightened themselved up and, wriggling and bending over slightly at the waist, they got back in the elevator... ...To be continued
  11. DarthBane93

    Fun after the gym.

    Had a killer chest day at the gym, had to go early since they have modified hours for New Years. I take all sorts of preworkouts and supplements, and they always definitely make you feel the need afterwords haha. I enjoy female wettings more personally, but I really have had all sorts of fun with myself lately. Hope you guys enjoy, Happy New Years! Movie on 12-31-18 at 1.09 PM.mov
  12. Quick short wetting in the tub. She was already desperate to pee so she was already peeing before the video started. 2018-06-24-02-06-11.mp4
  13. So I usually don't stray too far from the roleplaying topics but I figured I'd stumble away from there a bit to share some links (>.0)7 A while back on the site there was a topic about a NicoVid Uploaded who ended several of their videos by showing partially animated scenes of some anime girls wetting themselves, using art, audio, and the Voiceroid voice emulation software. I didn't keep track of the topic itself but I did keep track of the uploader to see if they would put up any more, and after some rooting around through links and other videos (I can't read japanese >0<) It seems like this is something of a small genre, or at the very least the uploader in question has some collaboration with others. The same characters pop up in different places but from what I can tell they're different "channels." Some of the videos featuring wetting are gameplay videos with Japanese Voiceroid VO's, while others take on more of a "Visual Novel" style of video. I haven't done a lot of extensive rooting through the channels themselves, but I know that there are videos featuring desperation, fear wetting, and one or two featuring Messing. https://www.nicovideo.jp/user/101351/video Above is a link to the channel originally featured in the topic mentioned above. Most of the videos are PUBG gameplay featuring a purple haired character and a blonde character who wears diapers. Sometimes a black haired schoolgirl is featured and one video features what seems to me to be a "guest," a brown haired loli. One of the videos features messing desperation on the part of the blonde girl. From what I can gleam from watching their videos here and others they appear in, the purple haired girl's name is Yukarin and the Blonde is Maki, and either they both have an omorashi fetish or some offshoot or both are just really bad at monitoring liquid intake when they play video games. https://www.nicovideo.jp/user/9618309/video This uploader doesn't appear to exclusively upload videos with wetting content, but anything that features the pink female bathroom icon or wetting or yellow liquid in the thumbnail usually has some. Some of the videos are about a half hour long though so it might be worth it to anyone not particularly interested in Voiceroid Lets Plays to skip to the last 2-3 minutes. https://www.nicovideo.jp/user/24811075 I'm including this one hesitantly because it seems like the vast majority of their uploads do not feature omorashi-related content, but a lot of their videos feature Yukarin or Maki or both, and some of those seem to at least feature one of the two mentioning drinks like coffee, so it sounds like they may be playing with full bladders or something to that effect. There's one visual-novel style video where it seems like Yukarin has an almost-made it style accident after being stuck in traffic with Maki. https://www.nicovideo.jp/user/63466718/video This one is a bit more lucrative as far as wetting content goes. It seems to be the dedicated channel of the brown haired girl from the first channel linked. I know that there's at least three wetting scenes among the videos, one in each of the videos titled as [HL2 Mod] and one in the star ocean video with the yellow teacup in the thumbnail. I didn't go too in depth as far as searching out videos as some of them have several pages of videos, many of which reach over 20 minutes in length, but it seems like there's either a small community of video makers for this or it's a set of characters used, but either way, it's worth a look. If there are any English and Japanese speaking users that would like to provide some clearer context as to what is going on in some of the videos I'd love to hear from them ^0^ as for the fact that the first link had already been posted, it'd be well appreciated if the OP from that topic could make themselves known. I'd feel bad for taking credit in that case > ~ < Also happy New Year everybod After a cursory google search, at least one of the characters is a character directly assosciated with Voiceroid. The "Yukarin" character is actually named Yukari, and is to Voiceroid as Hatsune Miku is to Vocaloid, as far as I can gleam. Maki is another character from a different generation of the product.
  14. DuffMan

    Space Monster (Fear Wetting)

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    A space monster attacks a cute space station operator, who wets all over the place in terror!

    Free

  15. Nice Ebony Wetting, Personal Friend Of Mine. received_1732765513454997.mp4
  16. This is my FIRST interactive fanfiction, and I’ve been actually wanting to try it out for a while! Here are some bios to get you acquainted. Name: Maria Kuvaeva Nicknames: Masyanya, Moxxie Gender: Female Preference: Pan Age: 30 Bladder Capacity: 850 ml Personallity: Tomboyish, sassy, quirky, humourous Name: Alexander Trofimovich Nicknames: Hyrundel, Boar Gender: Male Preference: Straight Age: 27 Bladder capacity: 1000 ml Personallity: Lazy, dumb, lovable, Name: Anton Nicknames: Lokhmaty, Shaggy Gender: Male Preference: Gay Age: 25 Bladder Capacity: 500 ml Personality: Air-headed, nerdy Hyrundrel Lokhmaty Masyanya
  17. Hello everyone! Here is a forum thread where I'll be compiling the many oneshots I've written already, as well as post new ones! It'll be a bit of a variety pack when it comes to fandoms, so if you're not into one topic I'm posting, there might be something else for you later! I write a lot of fics focusing on single characters (either Gen, or with a bit of focus on specific friendships), but sometimes I'll also do shippier content. Most are fairly SFW (so just desperation/wetting without any sexual scenarios), since I'm still picking through my NSFW to see which will be appropriate to drop here. I do F/M, F/F, and M/M (haven't written much of that last one yet though). I don't do requests very often (only if I post elsewhere specifically asking, and my WIP pile is overflowing right now), and I'm unable to do commissions at the moment. You can feel free to toss an idea at me anyways if you just want to ramble about it, and if I really like it I might find an excuse to work it into something, just know that there aren't any guarantees! With all of that said, here's the first fic I've added to the blog! It's fairly recent! https://www.omorashi.org/blogs/entry/1462-stuck-doctor-who/ Feedback is much appreciated! 💛
  18. Nice short wetting. she peed twice in them. received_1843297625735118.mp4 received_1855420291189518.mp4
  19. I wanted to go for more of a schoolgirl look this time!! Sorry, I know it doesn’t look like I wet as much this time, but the skirt probably absorbed a lot of it, plus I was leaking before I could even get the outfit on Hope you enjoy!
  20. Pissed panties.mp4 https://xhamster.com/videos/pissed-panties-10741405
  21. Sexy Lena - Wet in the pantyhose.mp4
  22. Hello, and welcome one and all... To AuthorFaust's Omorashi-Fantasy Club Faust is sure that there are several of you that have a favorite of Faust's characters....And, though you interact, and watch them day in, and day out.... Sometimes, you might want a bit more.... Though, given the Q and A matinee seems to have lost steam... And, people seem to want a bit more from their characters..... Faust has opened up this establishment! Think of it like a Hostess club, where you may request, commune, and befriend said girl for a [Thankfully provided for by Faust] Fee! .... However, unlike real-life clubs, the rooms you get to spend time with your chosen girl in, are Cognition Based. Specifically, you will get to set the scene with your chosen girl. For example, you can decide to have your meeting in the middle of an Important Test! Or, in a Long Car Trip! Or on a bus! Or, even in a movie! .... But Faust.... Why would the setting matter that much? Easy: Because AFOFC [AuthorFaust's Omorashi Fantasy Club] is more than just a meet and greet with scenario changing... The girls you request in this are almost certainly going to end up having various accidents! In such humiliating scenarioes that you may dream up... Or, perhaps you even just want them to go somewhere naughty that's not a toilet. With this, the only limit is the customer's imagination! Rules shall be explained below... just make sure to have fun, and be respectful! ======================================================================================================================================= Process for AuthorFaust's Omorashi-Fantasy Club 1. When you enter, you will be provided with [10] AuthorBucks. [AuthorBucks have no real cash value, and are only redeemable in AFOFC]. More bucks will be distributed at a later date. 2. As you enter, you may [Request] A Single GIrl. Said girl will be your [Partner] for the Club festivities..... So, Choose Carefully. 3. Upon picking your girl, you will be taken to one of our Contexual Rooms. These rooms will appear as a Small room with a Cozy couch, and a table where you may commune with your chosen Partner... until you decide to change the scene. Upon arrival, you will be given the chance to Order Refreshments. These will affect your date's status, and bring up a chosen need or needs. Said needs may prompt her to excuse herself.... Which leads to... 4. Either Coaxing her to stay, through mischievous dialogue, teasing, encouragement, or other thoughts on your part. Or... 5. Creating a Scene, That will hinder her goal, using the powers of the Contextual room. Such as reminding her you're in a test, or in a movie, or on a long car ride. Whatever you dream up will become reality, as you interact... until your End Goal is met. 6. You may then Rate the girl, and send her off with pleasant words or such... And then repeat this process with another girl... If you choose. Rules for AFOFC 1. A girl can only be Partnered with one customer at a time. Meaning, if someone takes a girl you want, merely wait for their session to be over, or pick another girl. 2. A customer can only be Partnered with one girl at a time. [You'll have to wait if you want your Harem King/Queen/Monarch Fantasies to come true until later] 3. R.E.S.P.E.C.T. the girls, and their decisions. They are there to entertain you, but Do not Touch, Harass, or try to perform sexual acts with them, without explicit consent. [In other words, if you want to feel a bladder Bulge, squeeze a tummy, etc, ASK....And be mindful if she refuses.] Failure to follow this rule will lead to the cessation of your Session, and or banning outright from the Establishment. 4. The Author Reserves the Right to change rules at any given time, if needed or desired. 5. Being a good customer leads to Good Benefits. Whether that means making interesting scenes, being pleasant to talk to, or Respecting Women, you will be treated as well as you do them.... And may unlock more options. ==================================================================================================================================== Formatting for a Date: [What you will fill out on your Entry] Name: What do you wish to be called by the staff? [If not specified, they will refer to you by your Screen Name. Specify if you have preferred pronouns] Chosen Girl: Who do you wish to take on a session? [You may only have 1 girl out at a time... but it can be anyone who is not currently chosen, of Faust's creation] Lewd Interests: What kind of things are you interested in seeing/experiencing on your date? Wetting, Messing, Free peeing, etc. Be as Specific as you like, or as vague. End Goal: How do you plan for your session to end? [With your girl having wet, with them having messed, etc. There must be an end-point of your session] Something Nice: Say something nice! Be it about your chosen girl, the Author, or another person in general. Spread some more positivity into the world! [Menus will be provided based on your selections, after choosing a girl. Your AuthorBucks will be tallied there as well]
  23. You wake up in the night with partially soaked sheets. You've woken up in the middle of a bedwetting. You manage to stop the flow, but your bladder is still very full. You strip off your pajama pants as they dig into your full bladder. Next, you: a. continue wetting the bed, no point moving if you'll have to clean it anyway. b. get out of the bed and go into the hall, looking for a bathroom of some kind. c. get out of bed and wet the floor d. stay in bed and frantically hold yourself. e. bring your sheets to the laundry, wash them, and piss yourself. f. bring your sheets to the laundry, wash them, and use the toilet.
  24. My girlfriend first time wetting video, It's kinda short but❤❤❤ received_1882916808439866.mp4
  25. Bluesman59

    Bed wetting - Hot or not?

    So I was wondering who all on here is into bed wetting? Either doing it or watching people do it. It’s a huge turn on for me, not sure why but it is.