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    A Rogue's Demise

    Long time lurker and first time poster. Here's a story that I originally wanted in a fantasy universe but ended up in some sort of sci-fi one instead :P. Maybe there will be a part 2? ____________________________________________________________________________________________ The cold winds of winter glided gently across the streets. By tomorrow’s morning, the dilapidated roads would be filled with pedestrians, but now, deep in the night, one only had flickering streetlights and roaches for company. From the sides of the litter-lined streets, there rose several monoliths of apartment buildings and industrial facilities. Structures evidently designed solely for efficiency in a state with an insatiable thirst for inaccessible raw resources. The night sky was made starless by the brightly lit oasis of life beyond the hills that pulsated as a distant rainbow. Not that it mattered to the the drab concrete and corrugated aluminum of the slums, perpetually engulfed in turmoil. The glory and grandeur of the inner city meant nothing to those here who could never hope to experience it; nothing save for a world of vast riches to exploit for the cunning few. It was in this small population of connivers which Nova had found herself. She fit the role of a bandit, or a bounty hunter. Her consistent success rested on the nature of what she stole - not lives, but information. It paid well, it made sure your targets would say nothing, and you could always come back for more. Tonight, in a small and spartan apartment room in a long-abandoned building, she was again ready to strike into the heart of the City, an attack on the pinnacle of their society. Unlike her male comrades, her attacks were executed with surgical precision. This one would be no different. Opening a battered case on the hard ground, she retrieved two small combat knives, sharpened to a razor edge. As she rose up she grabbed a folding submachine gun from its place on the wall. A hard childhood on the streets gave her aptitude in combat, and her clothes concealed a muscled yet lithe and agile build. She could out-duel almost anyone in close quarters even without needing the superior weapons she now fielded. In the legends which sporadically circulated the outlaws of the slums, she was a fearless warrior, a shadow perpetually taunting the giant which was the City. Cradling the SMG, Nova walked over to her bed, the only piece of furniture in a cube of cold and cracking concrete. Despite the lack of doors and windows in the room, the building’s size and complexity as well as the cover of the night allowed for a modicum of privacy. From under the bed she retrieved her light body armor, stolen from the City arsenals. Silently she stripped herself of her civilian clothes; in the process, she slipped her panties down her ankles and reached again under her bed, in a nook between the mattress and the frame hidden from plain sight. A slight red tinge appeared on Nova’s chiseled cheeks as she retrieved a plain white diaper from the bed and slowly hiked the ruffled elastic up her chiseled thighs. As much as she hated wearing them, it was an invaluable asset for maintaining composure in combat and intimidating her targets. As Nova reached for a spare, she noticed with a frown that the bag was almost empty. Stuffing the one remaining diaper into her bag, she noted to herself to buy more upon return. The brunette walked by herself down a path she knew well, through trash-filled back alleys and crumbling, cracked asphalt as the concrete behemoths of the urban jungle made its way into the shoddier makeshift shelters of the slums. Here, there was none of the tenuous order found in the ghettos, and all around there was the cacophony of muffled intoxicated yelling. Many in her line of work had hailed from regions like this or worse, but to Nova the entire area felt uncomfortable and hostile, a mental remnant conditioned into her by her earlier life. As she walked past a row of sheet metal homes, she momentarily caught sight of a glint off of a knife reflecting off a fire streaming from a barrel - before her brain could process the flash of light, Nova’s tensed body was rocked by a bloodcurdling scream and a howl of pain which pierced the heavens. Balking in fear, Nova stumbled a step, and a brief trickle of hot urine escaped her quivering bladder. As she regained her composure, she scowled as she felt the warm moistness of the absorbed urine on the soft surface of the pull-up. Adding to her apprehension was the few women scattered around the village who were seemingly unperturbed by the assault, with their response being limited to brief glances and quiet mutters of “poor bastard”. She took some solace in the fact that the darkness hid her shame. Eventually, Nova’s trek led her into the forest, ending in a fenced compound primarily of corrugated metal and rust, hidden from air by the vegetation reclaiming the land. Inside a chain-link enclosure rested a small cargo vessel, long retired from its service. The airship’s interior had been gutted to make room for several seats, but the battered craft’s greatest enhancement was in its masking projectors. Hidden in a maze of exposed components on the left lay a device which allowed the ship to modify its appearance at will. It was nearly instrumental in the raids that Nova sustained herself on, and now the airship once again would be heading out to the outer arms of the City. In the pitch-blackness of the ship, Nova stumbled her way around the metal belly to enter the cockpit, only separated from the hold by a thin metal wall with a door permanently jammed into an open position. As she lowered herself into the jumpseat, she reached behind her for a small button haphazardly taped to the wall, which on her press activated a small flickering light next to her instrument panel. In an effort to save precious energy required to feed the cloaking device, the lighting built into the panel had been gutted, and the only thing illuminating the panel now was a small lamp, flickering in its faded glass sphere. “I’ll probably have enough to dump this piece of shit in a year”. She flicked the ignition and pulled the heavy levers sending the engines sputtering to life behind her. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________ It would be hours until the ship, plodding at its lethargic pace, would reach the outer rim of the City in which the target was currently located. Although she hated the long and tedious journey, in which the clunker needed to be put back on course after drifting in a random direction every fifteen minutes, Nova knew that her destination represented a rare opportunity to get one of the largest bounties in her life. The aristocrats was easy to manipulate; if one was to take hold of information compromising their image all of them would unhesitatingly distribute incredible bribes for silence. It was a system was nearly begging for someone to take advantage of. After years of experience, her raids and attacks were easy to her. With knowledge of the City’s arsenal, it was child's play to bypass the often inept security of high-ranking officials, and then it was a case of engaging in combat and recording the inevitable accident. And then the recording could be sold back to her target for extraordinary prices. Nova usually chose targets with less important positions which would also afford her less security to bypass . However, this time would be very different. She would be executing her attack on the Major General Challant, who would be in the outer rim district to oversee the training of an expeditionary force. As was the case with many non-critical government officials, she would be doing so with very little security. Besides, she was always more of a tactician than a battle-hardened warrior. This would be even easier than taking on an oligarch. About three hours into the journey slowly but surely the amount of traffic around Nova began to increase, and slowly but surely the mile-high skyscrapers rose out of the planet's curvature. Only now did Nova begin to make the final preparations for her mission - from a metal box on the side of her seat she took a recording device, and a large datapad on a worn and scratched leather wristband. It was a portable casting device, a favorite of connivers everywhere, which allowed the wearer to take the appearance of nearly anybody albeit with a small delay and wrist-scalding heat. Perhaps the most powerful weapon in Nova’s arsenal, even this heavily used unit had cost fifteen jobs' worth of currency on the black market. Mere possession of one such caster was grounds for arrest in the City. With the ship about to descend into the metropolis, Nova turned on the magical generator, giving the freighter the appearance of a small charter vessel. She disguised herself too with her own bracelet, and in an instant her combat armor and fatigues were now the clothes of an Imperial civilian. With everything set, Nova now turned the ship and began its landing sequence, flying what appeared to be a charter vessel directly into the large port of the city. Somewhat clumsily, she coaxed the ungainly beast into the sprawling mass of skyships and maintenance crews, and eventually she touched down next to a unloading cargo vessel. With a few flicks turning off several switches and a pull of a heavy lever, the ship’s magical systems ground to a halt, and a door flipped open allowing Nova to disembark. All around her, the majesty of the City came into Nova's view. Nearly every structure was built out of crystalline glass polished to a shimmer, and nearly all of them seemed to be connected with an intricate web of sky-bridges, many reaching thirty or forty stories high from the immaculate streets of the City. Giant screens and neon signs promoting a variety of goods threw light everywhere, turning the already intricate shadows on the ground into a flurry of decorative architectural features. Overhead a train, silent and incredibly fast, shot through a transparent tube high enough above the ground that passengers may have felt that they were flying. There were people here too, masses of men, women and children walking in the streets with little to no commotion among their ranks. Everyone simply made their way past each other silently without interaction. In a crowd of such proportions, one was nearly impossible to see. With the bracelet carefully concealed under what an onlooker would see as a long sleeve, Nova’s civilian disguise allowed her to easily meld into the crowd for her short walk to the residential blocks. As she walked in the armor invisible to those around her, Nova could feel the pressure mounting on her bladder from the long voyage and she began to scan around her for a public restroom. With a heightened pace, the brunette pushed her way through the throng, her rapid strides taking her past blocks of glass facades eventually reaching a security checkpoint, set up in the presence of the Major General’s visit. Although the checkpoint would be simple enough to breaking through, with only a few light barriers and a distracted guard, it was easy to tell that starting a fight would not be go unnoticed with the hundreds of roaming eyes all around. Ducking into a small alleyway discreetly tucked behind a shop, Nova smirked as she gave her bracelet a few taps and gestures, and with a wisp her clothes immediately transformed into that of a senior guard for the residential block. Her victory was short-lived, however, it was at that moment that Nova sensed a figure shoot into the alley behind her. She had been followed. Nova’s hand shot for a knife, but the figure from behind her seemed to move impossibly fast as it twisted her arm and used the brunt of its body to hurl her against the wall. The cold metal of a gunbarrel pressed against the small of her back and was forcefully twisted against her body armor. It was a maneuver Nova knew would draw out as much pain and fear as possible. “Who sent you?” A cold and hostile voice of a female soldier. Nova’s eyes were wide with shock and terror, and her body gave a few quakes as it collapsed under the soldier’s strong grasp. Despite her training, her very full bladder had let go the moment that she had been forced into the wall. The relatively thin padding of the pull-up swelled with urine, and as she jammed her only free hand into her crotch to desperately stem the torrent of hot piss from the crux of her thighs she could feel a few small rivulets of urine leak down her legs. Her bowels gave way as well, pushing solid mess into the backside of her diaper, and she could feel the small diaper strain to contain her foul release. The assailant laughed haughtily as she observed Nova’s fearful reaction accompanied by the lingering odor of shit in the air. From her pinned position, Nova could feel her fear rapidly turn into anger, and as soon as the soldier’s grip loosened she immediately sprang into action. Breaking free of the soldier’s grasp, she twisted her body around, and in one rapid motion, her now-free arms snatched her two knives from their sheaths. With their blades pointed at the enemy, she lunged forward with ferocity and stabbed down. Much to her disbelief, the sharp blades found nothing. From a crouching position, Nova took the brief moment to size up her discombobulated opponent. The soldier was built similarly to her, with silvery hair tied in a bun, but wore almost no armor and held a simple snub-nosed handgun. She was wearing heavy goggles - was that how she could see through the disguise? On her back there was a rifle, and her waist a bayonet. Now regaining her senses, she was staggering back and bringing her pistol to bear. Nova lunged without hesitation, and although she was fast enough to send the pistol clattering to the floor, she still felt the speed of her maneuver shake loose a brief trickle of urine from her not yet empty bladder into her soaked diaper. Watching the woman recover from the failed strike revealed to Nova that the battle would not last long. Instead of reaching for the bayonet on her waist, the soldier clumsily reached for the rifle on her back. While the soldier fumbled with her heavy weapon, Nova jabbed forward with a knife. Although the woman recoiled quickly, she noticeably whimpered in pain, and her blood stained her jacket. Nova grinned as the crimson droplets dotted the cold stone ground. With renewed vigor, the soldier lunged again, the gash on her back only increasing her tenacity. Nova could read her attacks, and this time as she dove out of the way Nova lashed a kick to her opponent’s arm. In an instant, the rifle clattered uselessly to the ground. Before the knight could reach her dropped bayonet Nova had already delivered a powerful kick to her stomach. Nova could see the terror in her opponent’s eyes as her body keeled over against the wall, and the trickles of urine running past the knight’s dampened shorts quickly turned into streams of piss pouring down her bare legs. The knight’s shorts sagged down as well, accompanied by the distinctive sounds of a bowel accident. Nova turned to her now-helpless assailant, and slammed the hilt of her knife into the the soldier’s head, instantly incapacitating her. No sense in raising the price on her head over killing a goon. With the guard splayed out on the ground, Nova assessed herself and their brief scuffle. It seemed that the sounds of the city had drowned out the fight, and it would also be unlikely for anybody to go into an alley like this. Save for a few scratches near her neck, Nova was unhurt as well; and despite the sodden padding rapidly cooling near her skin and the lump in the back of her pants it seemed like she had just barely spared her fatigues. With a sigh, Nova crouched down to the soldier, and opened the small satchel on her waist. Inside, she found the standard first aid equipment supplied by the City, as well as a few gold coins which Nova pocketed. Reaching deeper into the satchel, the tips of her fingers grasped something vaguely cloth-like, and as she pulled the object out Nova realized that it was a thick diaper, folded into thirds and adorned with childish designs. With the image of the soldier lying in a puddle of her piss despite the thick diaper, Nova laughed haughtily in spite of her own soiled state. From a pocket in her armor, Nova produced a spare diaper, and after scanning the area for any wanderers, she quickly stripped out of her fatigues and soaked pull-up. After a makeshift cleaning of herself with a bandage from the soldier, Nova quickly slipped into the childish garment tossing the used one into a dark corner. With a sigh and a burning on her face, Nova started on her way to the penthouse, stopping only to pick up the rifle for a second and hold it in her hands. It was a beautifully engineered automatic weapon, kitted out with the latest in ranging and targeting devices that the City could afford all packed into a compact and sleek package. It would be a fantastic addition to her collection - but Nova could also feel the substantial weight of the weapon. She had a job to do, and the rifle would only slow her down. Without care or caution, the gun clattered onto the ground. “Fucking bureaucrats”, Nova muttered as she leapt onto a catwalk, breezing past the view of any guards at the checkpoint. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________ Still bristling from the unexpected encounter, Nova entered the building wearing the disguise of a young professional. As soon as she entered the heavy, gilded doors of the tower, she was immediately greeted with a blast of cold air and the sickly-sweet scent of perfume. Nova shivered imperceptibly as she walked across the marble floor of the atrium as excessive as the building’s exterior - in spite of all the building’s grace and opulence, it did not feel welcoming or comfortable to the fighter. With a smirk, Nova noted that the guards seemed completely oblivious to her; none had even bothered to glance in her direction. Of course, who would suspect the slender businesswoman of causing any harm? The guards on the higher floors, Nova knew, would not be as unobservant. Taking a quick glance to ensure that the guards were preoccupied, she ducked into a short hallway and opened a door marked for employees only. As the door swung shut behind her, Nova watched the sliver of light cast on the floor shrink before the heavy thud indicated that there was no longer any trace of her entry. The stairwell she had now entered was barren and concrete, similar to the architecture in Nova’s home. Expertly, she traversed the nearly pitch-black stairs on instinct alone, until she had reached a large chasm with several large machines humming with a high-pitched whine, as the building blueprints she acquired had depicted. At the back of this large atrium was a set of heavy double doors, marked with brightly colored tape. The cargo elevator. The only place where someone could do to the upper floors undetected. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________ "There's an intruder in the hotel. Security has been notified. Stay in your room and lock the doors." The tall, redheaded commander barked the warning into a small commuications device linked directly to the general's quarters. She put the device down with some force, turned around, and stepped into a suit of standard issue armor. With rough and deliberate strength, she hefted a large sniper rifle from a rack stacked with similar instruments, and as she slung the powerful weapon over her shoulders she began to go down the concrete staircase at a moderate jog. Towards the back of the large expanse of the penthouse, in a room with full glass windows covered by blinds, the diplomat bade her aides to hide. She herself was entirely unperturbed by the development, immediately going back to behind her entire oak desk, and waited for her guard to take care of the threat. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________ "Show yourself!" The command came reverberating down the halls followed quickly by the cacophony of moving armor. Nova cursed as she pressed her back hard against the wall. She had not planned to encounter resistance this early. Not all was lost, however. Crouching at the ready she produced from her pocket a fist-sized, crudely fashioned bomb. Although the impure explosives created by the mudsills could do little damage to the unit through detonation, it was enough for a blinding flash and incredibly loud explosion. As the sparks flew burning the string down to the explosive core, Nova threw the makeshift flashbang at the wall directly opposite her, sending the explosive ricocheting towards the direction of the voice. There was a deafening bang and an immediate smell of heavy smoke in the air. Despite her mental preparation for the detonation, Nova still felt a second-long stream of urine meet her diaper. She, however, had no time to waste on cursing her bladder - she had also made out the sound of a clattering, possibly a weapon hitting the floor. In a flash, her SMG was out of its chest holster and in her hands. With her hands on the trigger, she used the wall as a starting block to burst past the corner of the hallway below hopefully before whoever was there could recover from the blast. If her quarry was still reeling, perhaps a quick pistol-whip would suffice, and if not the gun had a silencer. However, as soon as she had done so her underestimation of her opponent had become painfully obvious. She first felt the arm slam into her throat, then the fist that struck her stomach with such force that combined with the momentum of her sprint would send her flying into the cold floor of the penthouse, and the SMG clattering across the floor. Acting on pure instinct, Nova immediately twisted her body around just to see her assailant reach with deadly speed towards a holstered pistol. Her eyes widened in raw fear, and her bladder released in terror, a forceful stream of urine poured into her diaper which rapidly swelled with warm urine. With no time to think and with all her strength, Nova threw her body towards the standing figure; her heart screamed in her ears body as the strike connected staggering the guard. Only as she scrambled to her hands and feet was Nova aware of the growing warmth between her legs; fortunately although she had completely lost control of her bladder for those terrifying seconds it seemed that the diaper had managed to contain her brief lapse in continence. With renewed vigor, Nova sprung to her feet before her opponent could find her service weapon, and with her entire body weight struck the guard in the jaw with her fist. Without needing to reach for the arsenal she carried, she followed the attack with a flurry of punches and kicks channeled with the raw vigor of adrenaline. As the guard keeled over, Nova threw the woman into an exotic wooden table, the back of the commander landing forcefully on an ornamental crystal bowl shattering the intricate glass vestibule. Standing over her defeated adversary, Nova smiled cruelly as she unsheathed the glinting knives in one fluid motion. “N..no… please don’t kill me.” The plead came as a whimper. Tears filled the once proud soldier’s eyes as she tried pitifully to crawl away from a painful demise, her gun lost and her body cut and bleeding by the shards now scattered on the floor. The soldier had forgone any sort of protection, and as she pleaded woefully for mercy she could feel but was powerless to stop her bladder from completely relaxing, emptying a torrent of warm piss which soaked through her panties and fatigues rapidly and formed a rapidly-growing puddle on the floor. Now cowering in fear, she could also feel her bowels relax, forcing their contents into her underwear which did little to contain the mess. With the lingering odor in the air now demonstrating the soldier’s cowardice, Nova scoffed condescendingly as she sheathed her knives on a worn bandolier. She had no time to dwell on unimportant targets. Breaking into a run, Nova bolted down the tall, windowed halls of the penthouse, the sound of her boots striking the hard ground reverberating through the floor and her brown hair flying wildly behind her. The General's door would be at the end of the floor, behind an grand atrium of glass ceiling and marble pillars. No more guards stood in the way of the suite's door. Pay was fifteen, fourteen, thirteen steps away now. A glint of red appeared against the warm rays of the sun struck the very edge of Nova's vision. Danger. The run turned into a dive as she slammed bodily into the marbled tile, followed not a moment later by a deafening explosion as shattered glass rained all around her. Thank fuck their snipers can't aim without laser dots. A combat roll sent crystal shards bit into the unarmored portions of Nova's skin, but it was a small sacrifice to avoid decapitation from afar. Bringing her arms close to her stomach, she felt the shape of a small cylindrical grenade, the latest in the City's arsenal. Her fingers flicked to the two trigger pins, and in one quick and desperate motion she threw out both pins. Although she had squeezed her eyes shut and turned her head away, the searing flash sent flashes of purple and blue all across her vision. But Nova noticed only the crack of a gunshot racing across the sea of skyscrapers, coinciding with the tiny flash of white to her left. Nova snapped her head towards its source, the top of a glass tower only about a block away. It was easy to discern the black figure against the white of building. The sniper had chosen a poor roost, a clean and clinical modern rooftop where any obtrusion would stand out instantly instead of blending in with AC units and overhead cables. Returning fire would be futile, but the window of opportunity was all she really needed. Still, Nova unloaded her weapon at her target out of spite if nothing else. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________ "Missed!" The transmission seemed ages ago, yet still pounded in the redhead's soul as she retreated from her position. She had lost her target in the shattering glass, and she had only found her for an instant before her retina, locked into the scope, exploded with a blinding flash of light. Panic had forced her finger on the trigger and urine into her combat slacks. She had scrambled to get up from her prone position with the acrid piss running down her thighs when the unmistakable sound of bullets started to bounce off the roof all around her. The staccato explosion of glass windows was simply too much, and the once proud commander fell on her knees as the puddle of pee below her grew. Terror relaxed her body and a foul mush forced its way into her panties. She had crawled with dampened fatigues clinging to her skin and a load in her pants all the way back to the stairwell, and hardly noticed as she collapsed in a sitting position right on top of her mess. With a quavering voice of defeat and terror, she whimpered into her radio, "Target's still there. You've got a fight. Please be careful". And with tears, "I'm sorry". ____________________________________________________________________________________________________ The flimsy lock on the door gave way to Nova’s imposing figure without any resistance. Walking with slow, purposeful steps, Nova rapidly closed the distance between her and the desk of the General located at the back of the room. Challant was not there. Where was she? "Come out now with your hands up and I won't kill you!". “What do you want?” The words, dripping with contempt instead of terror, took Nova off guard. She stopped in her tracks, halfway to the large desk. “I’m here to kill you.” It wasn’t exactly the truth, but it helped in making you target truly afraid of her life. Nova drew her gun and moved towards the desk. It was at that moment when the room exploded with light and the smell of propellant. The screaming automatic bark of an assault rifle reverberated off the sides of the room. The scream that came out of Nova was fueled by absolute terror as she dove behind the cover of a wall jutting out from the room's sides. Warmth radiated through her crotch as a small stream of piss escaped into her already sodden diaper. As her fear subsided, Nova felt adrenaline course through her entire body. This fight would be nothing like she had planned for. The gunfire stopped for just long enough for Nova to burst out from cover with her automatic weapon in her grip. Her opponent was dressed in the ornamental garb of generals conducting diplomacy, a starched white uniform with a chest full of gleaming medals. In her hands was a short, snub-nosed rifle smoking at the barrel. It didn't faze Nova, in her element now, with surprise and speed on her side against the combat incompetence of military high brass. She hadn't originally planned to kill the general, but the fight was too dangerous to continue. The SMG's silenced found its mark quickly, and Nova's finger squeezed the trigger. Muffled, silenced bullets erupted out of the suppressor without any telltale flash. They were all aimed directly at center mass. But the spray of blood didn't erupt from Challant's unarmored chest. How the fuck could I have missed? Only then did Nova see the shimmering purple sheen that enveloped half of the room. Some sort of energy shield? Force field? She didn't spend much time on the question before Challant responded with her much louder fully automatic fire. Nova hadn't stopped moving since she came out of cover, and she broke into a full sprint towards a connecting hall. Speed and size made her a small target, but just as she reached the door a bullet struck her armored abdomen. The kinetic force of the impact made her stagger, and a searing pain sliced across her hip. Still running and full of adrenaline, Nova didn't notice as her bladder emptied in terror. The padding tucked discreetly between her thighs rapidly expanded as it absorbed the torrent of hot piss, pressing warmly against her crotch even as her pee continued to soak the waiting padding. A hot stream of pee running warmly down her thigh finally alerted Nova to her accident just as she ducked behind a corner, and the flow of urine finally stemmed. It was obvious that the diaper, now tugging against Nova's waist, would not hold another drop of her pee. More pressing matters occupied Nova's attention as she checked her wound. Blood was dripping from her armor, but the bullet had mostly grazed her side. A quick glance of the room around her revealed a kitchen without cover. She couldn't hear the general give chase, probably because she wouldn't have the protection of the force field here. It was obvious at this point that the mission was a failure. As she leaned against a wall, her muscles burning and her chest pounding, Nova saw her opportunity for escape in a door marked by a glowing FIRE EXIT sign. It wouldn't be a silent escape, but she would at least be able to save her life. The SMG was strapped back across her chest, and she quickly tapped into her bracelet to give herself the appearance of a hotel employee. Down the concrete staircase she went. Shit shit shit shit shit. At least I'm still alive. Climbing down to the ground floor obviously wasn't an option, but the disguise would allow her to disembark at any floor and blend in quickly. The cooling urine against her crotch reminded her of a pressing need to clean herself up soon. With a sinking heart, Nova realized that she was wearing her last diaper. Going back to the ship commando with the rough fabric of the fatigues was not her idea of a good end to a mission. As Nova rounded first corner of the stairwell, the butt of a rifle slammed into the side of her head. All 130 pounds of her were sent careening into the hard concrete floor. Before she knew it a shoe slammed into the small of her back, pinning her to the ground, and a gun's barrel pressed painfully into her scalp. A raspy woman's voice screamed for her to "Put your hands on the back of your head!". Tears of exhaustion and of unadulterated terror reached Nova's eyes. Her body quivered and the remainder of her bladder came pouring out into her already drenched diaper, which quickly reached its capacity allowing the acrid yellow liquid to stream down her legs, soaking her panties and darkening her fatigues. The contents of her bowels also came tumbling out in fear, pressed against the back of her ass by the tight fabric of the diaper. The redheaded commander looked in disgust at her prisoner, lying in a puddle of her own piss on the floor and who had, judging by the odor, obviously just shit herself. This was the woman who had escaped her aim earlier? A quick search of her waist revealed no handcuffs to restrain the would-be assassin. In no mood to show Nova any mercy, she reached for her electroshock gun and turned it up to the maximum allowable voltage, and savored in the process taking careful aim at Nova before shooting the arcing electricity into the cowering body. The bounty hunter convulsed on the ground before going entirely limp, allowing for the commander to strip her of the knives, grenades, and gun. She reached for her radio. "This is Thirteen. Target neutralized. Send in the grunts. And she'll need herself a diaper change".
  2. DarthBane93

    Naughty all out wet me time.

    Birthday coming up has me down. A reminder I’m a soon to be 26 year old sexually frustrated virgin who just wants it to mean something the first time. Where my omo girls at who like tatted guys that workout and enjoy omolife. Does my butt look nice at least lol? Hope pee isn’t bad for tats lol. Dbz one is about healed anyways. Going back to it or my chest Monday! I struggle with body image, still feel like the 300 lb 16 year old some days, feel like if I were more attractive I wouldn't be alone. Appreciate you guys for the confidence boost, falling in love with my body and omo definitely plays a role. Would love to trade vids and connect with someone on a personal level sometime. Last time it happened here someone basically tried to use me and mistook kindness for weakness, but I'd always rather stay open in case that connection is there somewhere. Here's various wettings of the night. Upside down one was my fav. Upsidedown 1.2.mov Upsidedown2.MOV
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    As promised, here's the newest side adventure in my line of comics featuring my 'Trina' character. "Tickling Trina's Tummy" has the same high production value as the actual serial Trina and her friends belong to. This includes full fledged backgrounds, bordered panels, speech bubbles, the whole 9 yards. That's one of the reasons this comic is more expensive than the usual WesternWets releases. Here we formally meet her and see how she handles the responsibility of babysitting her professor's son. Her lackadaisical and carefree attitude of course will come back to bite her as the night takes unexpected turns out of her control. But one of her many mistakes is not taking a second to pee while she had the chance. Especially since getting the kid to take his bath ends up being rougher on her than she could've imagined. Another reason this comic is unique is that I've chosen to set it in an alternate version of the canon universe for these characters which branches directly off of the initial chapter, as my other character explains in the 'readme'. I understand not everyone comes here to spend money on me and my art, you guys want the desperation and wetting content I've been trying to provide the last few years while I squeeze in time to work on this other series. So I offer this separate tale on its own, where all the focus is on Trina, the parts of her body y'all seem to love, and the lovely liquid that leaks out of her when the kid she's babysitting sees her belly as a good tickling target. The comic itself with its cover page is 32 pages long, and as usual you'll get both a regular sized set of images as well as super HQ copies twice their size. And as the previews give away, there is nudity here and there to illustrate what's going on in her pants, as well as some embarrassing nakedness that results from the aftermath. I hope you enjoy the playful peeing and everything else that happens in "Tickling Trina's Tummy"

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  4. Version 1.0.0

    As promised, here's the newest side adventure in my line of comics featuring my 'Trina' character. "Tickling Trina's Tummy" has the same high production value as the actual serial Trina and her friends belong to. This includes full fledged backgrounds, bordered panels, speech bubbles, the whole 9 yards. That's one of the reasons this comic is more expensive than the usual WesternWets releases. Here we formally meet her and see how she handles the responsibility of babysitting her professor's son. Her lackadaisical and carefree attitude of course will come back to bite her as the night takes unexpected turns out of her control. But one of her many mistakes is not taking a second to pee while she had the chance. Especially since getting the kid to take his bath ends up being rougher on her than she could've imagined. As usual you'll find a super high resolution set of images as well as ones at a better reading size, but within those are 2 comics that are identical up until page 25. The one labeled 'ticklingtrina' is 55 pages long and is unique in that it branches off the actual chapter that begins the series she belongs to, creating an alternate universe where there's an even higher degree of omo content at Trina's expense. And to give the full context as to how Trina knows some of the other characters she interacts with, this bundle release also includes that very introductory chapter in its original form (31 pages long + cover), something I completed a few years ago, which you'll find in that other folder. I have about 9 chapters of that series written and I want to wait until I'm further ahead to try putting it online and serializing it. In the meantime however, Trina and its characters continue to fund my career through these more adult oriented tales, so I'm putting this here to gage interest in this side project of mine as well. In any event the art was just sitting around on my PC so might as well share it, and it gave me a setup for Trina to have that thicc body of hers tickled and poked and squeezed until she accidentally peed. So I hope you enjoy both the full length omo comic and the original chapter one of the unreleased "Spirit DNA." If this version sells enough, not only will the rest of Trina's omo content be dropped, but the rest of the story could also finally see the light of day. Thank you all for your continued support and patience will I worked on this. More desperation and wetting stories from around the Internet are on their way.

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  5. i made a little pixel art comic! i thiiink i want to write a story with this as illustration at some point, but there's no point in sitting on these till then, so enjoy! (not sure how often i'll make more of these but when i do i'll update this thread)
  6. Dimwitrolo

    female Molly Wetting by the Fence

    From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    So Scarlett got me to do this thing one time...Turned out I rather enjoyed it... D-do you like it too?
  7. ssjammerz

    malefemale Work wetting

    Felt really daring at work today when most people left the building and decided to have some fun! I let out a relief prior to this video, which is why my pants are already wet. I also used a flashlight to highlight the wetting. Enjoy! wup.wmv
  8. I’ll sometimes snap pictures of particularly dirty pairs of my panties that I encounter whilst doing laundry. The lighting in our laundry room is good and I’m typically there alone washing my things at odd hours. Well, the other say I encountered this particularly naughty pair, with very obvious stains from a bathroom accident! I thought I just had to share J Anyone care to caption these pictures of tell the story of how they got this way? Rach
  9. I'm not sure if anyone here remembers me. I used to be a semi-regular contributor, but about 4-5 years ago I stopped posting. The main reason for that was I started seeing someone. So the shift in my attentions combined with the fact that I didn't really feel right talking about sexual(ish) subject matter with strangers while I was dating someone led to me not coming here anymore, except to lurk the downloads section once in a while. Well, I'm still seeing the same person, we're now living together, and I've let her know about my peeing/wetting fetish in bits and pieces over the years. I already told her a year or so ago that in the past I've wet my pants on purpose for fun. She was surprised but didn't seem put off by it. One evening a couple of weeks ago, I told her directly (with much embarrassment) that I wanted get really desperate and wet my pants again, as it's something I hadn't done since before we started going out. She was indifferent more than anything, but just wanted to make sure I wasn't going to make a mess on the carpet or furniture or anything. Well, that holding session ended prematurely due to an unintended orgasm while I was pressing my bladder (I think it must be a prostate thing) and after that I lost interest so didn't end up wetting myself. However, last week I decided to do it again. During the last few hours of work, I started drinking water regularly, doing the prep phase of the Rapid Desperation method. My intent was to pee one last time before leaving work (about 2:30) and then continue doing the Rapid Desperation method at home and hold out until my girlfriend got home (I estimated about 5:30). As soon as I got home, I texted her that I was going to hold my pee again, and was going to try to hold on until she got home. My intent was to be on the edge of bursting when she got back, and then I would ask her if she would tell me what to do (keep holding, go in my pants, etc.) She has a mischievous side where she likes to tease people, so I thought this would be a great way to get her involved. I absolutely love the Milovana challenges while I'm holding, so once I got home about 2:50 I started one of those. Actually I started several. I usually have 2-3 going at once so that I can switch between them when one of them has a really long break in it (like 10-12 minutes). The whole time, I was diligently drinking and following the challenge instructions, and I could feel my urge growing. I took care of some household chores in the meantime, and then I got wrapped up responding to some emails for a nonprofit I volunteer with. At around 4:00 I was getting noticeably fidgety sitting at my computer, and I was trying to fill out a spreadsheet for one of the emails I was writing. I couldn't really focus on the Milovana challenges, but it was getting harder and harder to enter the data. Finally, around 4:30 I managed to wrap up the email, and by that time I was starting to reach true desperation territory. I couldn't stop moving, and my bladder had reached the point where I had to actively hold on to keep from leaking. This always happens right around the 2 hour mark when I do the Rapid Desperation method. Every minute that passed felt like ten, and I thought there was no way I was going to make it until 5:00, let alone 5:30. At this point I started the "Extreme Desperation Challenge" and did my best to hold on as long as I could. Around 5:00 I started having serious pressure waves. I felt like any one of them could be the one that made me leak. I usually leak when I start to reach my limit, rather than just having the dam burst. A couple of times the waves were so intense that I grunted out loud with the effort of holding back, like I do when I'm lifting weights and struggling to get that one last rep. Around 5:05 I was surprised I was still holding, and desperately hoping my girlfriend would text soon to let me know she was on her way home. I was sweating and squirming nonstop at this point. Every time I'd reached this level of desperation in the past, I would usually go outside for a long walk, since that's the only way I could avoid the temptation of just using the toilet or letting go in my pants in the privacy of my own home. Around 5:30 I couldn't stand straight anymore. I was on my knees, and by this time had put a towel under me just in case. My girlfriend finally texted that she was on her way home, (which put her arrival about 15 minutes out) and I responded that I would try to hold on. Around 5:40 I still had the Milovana challenges going, but I knew that I would lose control if I actually attempted any of them. I was just hunched over on my knees on the floor in front of my computer, squeezing myself and bouncing up and down on my heels like crazy. There was no position I could get in to take pressure off my bladder. If I had been outside walking like I usually was at this point, I'm sure I would have already had a spurt or two. Being hunched over on the floor was the only thing keeping me from leaking. Around 5:47 (I remember the time because I was watching the clock intently at this point) my girlfriend still wasn't home, and I didn't know how much longer I could last, so I hobbled my way into the bathroom and knelt on my towel on the tile floor. All I could do was stare blankly at the tile pattern and try to keep holding. I didn't know what was taking my girlfriend so long to get home, but more than anything I wanted to last until she arrived. If I had been in any other situation, even outside walking, I would have already wet myself, if not from the pressure, then just from the absolute desperation of wanting relief. I'm ashamed to admit that at this point, my resolve weakened. I probably could have muscled my way through, but another wave hit and the desire for relief was just too much. I tightened up all my muscles and tried to hold it in, but my reflexive urge to let go overpowered, and the dam burst. I said before that usually I'm a leaker, but this was a full on wetting. The relief was incredible, and at the same time I was so full that I didn't feel relieved at all. I held my shirt up out of the way to keep it from getting wet as I hissed into my khaki pants, soaking down my left leg and dripping from my butt onto my calves beneath me. I peed for probably 20-30 seconds before the stream tapered off. My bladder was still so full, but it wasn't at the bursting point anymore, and for some reason I found myself unable to continue peeing after the initial explosion. I knelt on the wet towel, panting heavily, sweat dotting my forehead, disappointed that I hadn't been able to hold on longer. I stayed like that for a couple of minutes, wondering if I should start to get cleaned up, or wait for my girlfriend to arrive. Finally, about 2 minutes later I heard the garage door, as my girlfriend arrived home. I waited for her to find me, or to call my name, but I could just hear her putting her things away in the kitchen. I said to her, "I didn't make it" (or something like that) and she responded, "Oh, you peed?" "Yeah." I said, and got no response. "...Are you disappointed"? "I was hoping you would vacuum..." she replied. Not exactly the response I was hoping for. "What are you doing in there?" She asked. "I'm... sitting on a wet towel..." I said. I can't remember what she said after that, but basically she was totally indifferent to my situation. I guess I can't blame her, but I was fairly disappointed I didn't get some kind of reaction. I finally got up, took off my pants, and started to wipe up the floor. After putting the wet things in the laundry (still wearing my soaked boxers) I saw her and said, "If I had made it until you got home, I was going to ask you to tell me what to do," again, hoping for some kind of response. "I would have asked you to vacuum," she said, totally misinterpreting what I was saying. I don't think she was mad or frustrated with me, I just think her mind was in a totally different place from mine at that point. When I explained to her what I meant, she did seem to express some interest in the idea of having me pee in the back yard, so that gave me some glimmer of hope. Later that night I was getting ready for bed and she was about to shower, and I said, "I need to pee" (intending to use the other bathroom) and she responded, "Hold it until I get back" (which I did) so I think there's still some possibility of getting her to participate in the future.
  10. Here is an omorashi fanfic I wrote on fimfiction.net about the Equestria Girls having a holding contest. Apparently it was good enough for someone without the fetish to enjoy it, which is rare. Equestria Girls Holding Contest Rainbow Dash and Applejack were playing a game of 1 on 1 soccer at a big field in the middle of nowhere. They had walked all the way here, and drank lots of water in-between games. Rainbow Dash won most of them. Rainbow Dash was wearing her usual outfit, which included skintight black shorts under a dark pink miniskirt, and Applejack was wearing a dirty pair of jean shorts. After several hours, they both felt they needed to pee really badly, and ran toward the nearest outhouse. Rainbow Dash got there first, but to her dismay it was locked. They ran as fast as they could to the city, desperate to avoid wetting themselves. Finally, they reached the city. Applejack ran towards a fast food restaurant while Rainbow Dash ran to a gas station... They met up at the point where they had split up, both feeling immensely relieved, and their shorts damp only with sweat. "Ah made it," said Applejack. "You?" "Do you even need to ask?" said Rainbow Dash. "I could've held it for another hour if I had to!" "You were just as desperate as ah was." "I still could've held it longer!" "Ah bet ah could hold it longer than you!" "Then why don't you prove it? Let's have a holding contest!" "You're on!" ... Rainbow Dash and Applejack wanted to do their holding contest right away, but they'd already been invited to breakfast at Pinkie Pie's house, and didn't want to disappoint her. The girls casually talked for a while, and then... "So, what are you doing today?" said Pinkie Pie. "Applejack and I are having a holding contest to see who can hold it the longest!" said Rainbow Dash. "Rainbow!" said Applejack. "Oooh!" said Pinkie. "Sounds like fun! Can I enter the contest?" "Sure," said Rainbow. "But don't expect to win." "I..." Sunset Shimmer blushed a little. "I've been in a few situations where I thought I was going to wet myself but I held it longer than I thought I could. This would be a great chance to test my limits." "I was thinking the same thing," said Twilight Sparkle. "Wow, so we're talking a five-way contest here!" said Rainbow Dash, who was looking forward to this more. She looked in Rarity's direction. "Heavens, no!" said Rarity. "You can do this unladylike contest if you want, but I won't." "That's too bad," said Rainbow Dash. "Because if you did, win or lose, I'd pose in as many outfits as you wanted for your fashion show!" "Me too," said Applejack. "Well..." Rarity really wanted them to do this, and chuckled at the thought of them wearing some of her most frou frou outfits. "All right. If you promise to wear ANY outfit I give you for the fashion show." "What about you, Fluttershy?" said Rainbow Dash. "I... um... no thanks." "All the rest of us are competing, so there'll be no shame if you don't win," said Applejack. "Well... all right, I'll do it." What have I gotten myself into? "We're gonna need a lot more drinks than the cider I've got," said Applejack. "No problem!" said Pinkie Pie. "I'll go get lots of bottles of soda!" "And, we can drink water when we run out," said Twilight. "Let's meet up in my backyard!" said Rainbow Dash. ... By 9:00 AM, all seven girls were in Rainbow Dash's backyard. Applejack was wearing her jean shorts, and had hauled two barrels of cider over with her super strength. Rainbow Dash was wearing her usual black compression shorts under her pink miniskirt. Sunset was wearing jeans. Twilight was wearing short, fairly tight purple shorts. Pinkie Pie was wearing jean shorts that were shorter and tighter than her camping outfit. Fluttershy was wearing her usual green miniskirt. Rarity had been wearing her usual purple skirt earlier, but she had brought a dirty pair of shorts and panties from yesterday and changed into them inside Applejack's bathroom, not wanting to risk wetting the skirt she was wearing today, and made Rainbow Dash promise she could shower if she lost. The shorts were purple, short, and skintight, and were in the basket of dirty laundry because she had worn them several days in a row, the last few of which were really hot, so they smelled of sweat. "Well, in that case, let the holding contest begin!" said Rainbow Dash. "First, we'll each drink 10 cups of cider! Then, every 20 minutes, we'll drink more! If we run out, we'll drink soda, and if we run out of that, water!" They each poured their glasses of cider and drank them. They drank another cup every 20 minutes. Two hours in, all seven girls needed to go, and were fidgeting. "All right, we can stop drinkin' now," said Applejack, who wasn't quite as desperate as yesterday but she was uncomfortable. Sunset had also been more desperate than now on a few occasions, so she knew she could hold it longer. Twilight, Fluttershy, and Rarity would usually take whatever measures they could to avoid getting into a situation where they were likely to have an accident, so they weren't sure how long they could hold it for. They usually would have gone at this point already. Rainbow wanted to look like she wasn't having too much trouble, so she wasn't holding herself yet, although she was fidgeting slightly, and the others could tell she needed to pee as much as they did. "I gotta go pee!" said Pinkie, stating the obvious, and dancing a little more than she should have been at this stage, because she thought it was fun. Another hour went by, during which the girls got even more desperate. At the end of this hour, Applejack had them each drink one more cup of cider. For most of the girls, they had never been so desperate. Especially since they had drank so much. Sunset and Twilight were very interested in how long they had held it for. This was about as desperate as Sunset had ever been, and she was holding herself and crossing her legs, fidgeting slightly to avoid wetting herself. Twilight was fidgeting harder, for she hadn't reached this point yet in her life, and although she had agreed to enter, she was a little nervous at the prospect of wetting herself in front of all her friends. She tried to remind herself that five of them would do the same. Fluttershy and Rarity were trying to hide signs of desperation, but not doing it very well. They were occasionally holding themselves and squirming. It would be so humiliating for both of them to lose this contest and they really wanted to win. But they weren't sure if they could. "How you doin', Rainbow?" said Applejack, who had barely been more desperate than this. "I could hold it another five hours!" said Rainbow Dash. She raised both her hands at her sides, until a jolt from her bladder caused her to put one hand to her crotch. Applejack chuckled a bit, but stopped as she remembered her own need to pee. Over the next hour, the girls became more desperate, and fidgeted harder. This was farther than Sunset had ever gotten. Even Rainbow Dash and Applejack had never reached this level of desperation before. It seemed they had plenty of time to spare yesterday. "Ooooh, I need to go pee REALLY bad!" said Pinkie, doing an even bigger pee dance and holding herself with both hands. This didn't help Fluttershy. She needed to pee so badly - they all did - and it briefly crossed her mind how embarrassing it would be to wet herself, or at least be the first to do so. She let out a squeak as this moment caused her to leak a little into her pink panties, but she managed to hold the rest of it in, and it didn't show up on her skirt. She still blushed a little, but no one noticed. "Almost lost it there, Fluttershy?" Rainbow Dash teased. Twilight was very nervous now. She wasn't sure she could hold it. She had never wet herself as long as she could remember, and she was sure she was about to do it now in front of everyone. She leaked a little, dampening her shorts. She became more nervous at this. She had just peed a little. Her heart racing, she put both hands on her crotch and tried to hold it in, but the one leak made it harder. Two longer leaks came next, and then, she lost control. Her shorts went from damp to soaking wet, and pee flowed through her hands and down her legs. She blushed beet red. Not only did she wet herself all the way, but she was the first to lose the contest. Pinkie Pie giggled, then immediately held herself and crossed her legs, as she leaked a little into her underwear. Fluttershy also leaked slightly at the sight of Twilight peeing. "One down," said Rainbow Dash. Once Twilight was done peeing, she sat down, feeling embarrassed but relieved. Another half hour went by, and none of the six girls got any wetter. "Four and a half hours," said Rainbow Dash. "Let's shake things up a bit and make it more challenging." Fluttershy whimpered. "How 'bout, we all do 15 situps?" said Applejack. "Twi, would you mind checkin' to see if someone else loses the contest?" "You can count on me," said Twilight, who was feeling much better by now, even though her shorts were still wet. Rainbow Dash, Applejack, Sunset, Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie, and Rarity laid down with their knees bent upward, and began doing situps. This put more pressure on their bladders, and Rarity leaked a bit, dampening her shorts slightly. On the tenth situp, Pinkie let out a squeal as she started to pee uncontrollably. She remained in a sitting position and sighed in relief as she soaked her jean shorts. The other five girls were still doing situps, but they could hear the hissing sound along with Pinkie's sigh so they didn't even need Twilight to tell them she was out. Pinkie finished peeing after her five opponents had stood up. She giggled at her accident, and then pulled a big bottle of soda out of the cooler she had brought and began chugging it down. "What are you doing?" said Rainbow Dash. Pinkie stopped drinking. "That was so fun I wanna do it again!" "You do realize that it won't count," said Applejack. "You already lost, so even if you outlast us, you can't win cause you're out." "I know," said Pinkie cheerfully, and she resumed drinking the soda, and then drank another one, looking forward to unofficially re-entering the contest. Twilight giggled a bit, feeling more comfortable now that someone else had wet herself and wanted to do it again. Another half hour went by. The girls started squirming harder. Fluttershy and Rarity didn't know how much longer they could hold it, but they felt a bit better knowing they wouldn't be the first out if they did lost. Rainbow Dash and Applejack were trying not to fidget as hard, but their desperation was very clear at this point. Sunset was fidgeting harder than Rarity and Fluttershy. Her jeans were the tightest pair she owned, which put more pressure on her. By the end of this half hour, Pinkie had to pee again, about half as badly as the others. "All right," said Rainbow Dash. "Time for another challenge! Twilight, see that hose over there? Take the nozzle off, hang it over the soccer net, and turn the hose on. Pinkie giggled while Fluttershy, Rarity, Sunset, and even Applejack looked very nervous at this. Twilight did as she was told. Once the hose was on, water began running out of it and to the grass below the net. The girls tried not to look at the running water, but the sound was impossible to ignore. Rainbow Dash and Applejack almost lost it, but barely managed to keep their shorts dry. Rarity leaked for five seconds, wetting the front of her shorts. She blushed, but as she hadn't wet herself completely she was still in the game. Sunset leaked for about three seconds, dampening the front of her jeans. Fluttershy leaked for six seconds, and then came another leak she couldn't stop. She blushed beet red as she peed in her dress, soaking her pink panties and wetting the entire front of her green skirt. The pee rushed down her legs, which would have felt wonderful if the situation hadn't been so humiliating. "Don't feel bad, Fluttershy," said Twilight, putting her arm around her while she was still peeing. "You held it as long as you could, and you were able to hold it longer than me or Pinkie Pie." Fluttershy felt a little better at these words, and finished wetting herself, even enjoying the relief a little. "Only four of us left," said Applejack. Another hour went by with the water still running. Rainbow Dash, Applejack, Sunset, Rarity, and even Pinkie Pie felt they needed to pee even more, and fidgeted harder. They could feel waves of pee sloshing inside them, and their bladders were trembling, as were Sunset and Rarity, finding it harder to hold it in with the sound of running water. Every so often, all four of them would leak, sometimes for as long as five seconds. So would Pinkie Pie. At this point, Twilight needed to pee again, as the rest of the cider she had drank had caught up to her. So, she let it all out where she sat, re-wetting her shorts. They were already damp and smelly, so why not? Near the end of the hour, the leaks became more frequent and slightly longer, though they still each avoided a full-blown accident. Their legs were mostly dry, but there were big wet spots on their shorts and jeans. Because Pinkie had already held to bursting point earlier that day, her holding muscles had weakened, so she was having just as hard a time holding it as the four who were still in the game. At the end of this hour, Rainbow leaked again. She and the other four felt like they were about to burst, and knew the contest would end soon. "Time for something a little different," said Rainbow Dash. "Let's all pee as hard as we can for five seconds! If any of us can stop, we drink five more cans of cider, or soda, if we run out. If you can't stop, you're out!" "What if we all can't stop?" said Applejack. "Then we do another contest next week!" "I'm not sure I can do this," said Rarity. "You're already pretty wet, so the damage has already been done. Think of the relief." Rarity was sure she couldn't hold it much longer, so she nodded her head. "I'll keep an eye out for someone wetting herself all the way," said Twilight. "Ready?" said Rainbow Dash. Rarity crossed her legs. Sunset squatted down to avoid getting the legs of her jeans wet. Rainbow and Applejack spread their legs slightly. Pinkie Pie looked really excited. "1... 2... 3!" Rainbow Dash, Applejack, Sunset, Rarity, and Pinkie peed like a race horse, further soaking themselves. They had to admit, it did feel pretty good. After five seconds, Rainbow and Applejack stopped. Their shorts and legs were very wet now but they didn't mind. Sunset was still a little shocked that she had intentionally peed in her jeans, but she was able to stop as well. The crotch and butt of her jeans was soaked, but her legs remained dry. Pinkie peed for a little longer, and stopped after an extra five seconds. What did it matter if she peed for longer? She wasn't officially competing, she was just holding again for fun. Her shorts were soaking wet again, and her panties were drenched. Rarity tried to stop peeing, but she couldn't. She whimpered as she flooded her skintight purple shorts, and the pee flowed down her legs. She blushed profusely, feeling a little disgusted that she was peeing herself, but secretly enjoying the relief and the warm wetness, against her will. She could not believe she was actually taking a bit of pleasure in something so unladylike, and slapped her butt for feeling this way, then giggled nervously, realizing that she had just spanked herself for no reason the other girls would be aware of, and not wanting them to know why. Pinkie, however, did. "See? It's actually pretty fun!" "Now it's just me, Applejack, and Sunset!" said Rainbow Dash. Sunset was feeling less desperate, but she still needed to pee pretty badly. As she drank her cider, she was not looking forward to the final round. She was sure these two athletes would outlast her. Another half hour went by, and Rainbow Dash, Applejack, and Sunset became more desperate. The wetness on their shorts (in Sunset's case, jeans) made them think more about how much they needed to pee, plus the water was still running. But there were no more leaks for a while. Near the end of the half hour, Pinkie Pie couldn't hold it anymore, and peed again. She giggled the entire time, and the sight of her peeing made the three competing girls more uncomfortable. When she was finished, her shorts were even wetter than before. She considered holding a third time, but she didn't think Rainbow, Applejack, and Sunset would be able to hold it for much longer, so, reluctantly, she sat beside Twilight, Fluttershy, and Rarity. Another half hour later, Fluttershy needed to pee again, so she crossed her legs, looking uncomfortable. "Um... Excuse me, but I have to to the bathroom. Again, I mean." "Just pee right here!" said Pinkie. "There's nothing to be ashamed of! You're already wet, anyway!" Fluttershy hesitated, and then peed in her dress again, blushing but giggling lightly. She was sitting next to Rarity so her puddle on the grass reached Rarity's butt. Rarity didn't say anything, for her shorts were already soaked, plus she did secretly like it. Sunset, Rainbow, and Applejack didn't notice, for they were extremely desperate, close to the level they had been at before they peed for five seconds, and their holding muscles were a little more tired now. "Challenge time!" said Applejack, with both hands on her crotch and her legs crossed. "Spread your legs for 30 seconds!" "Are you kidding?" said Sunset, leaking a little. "Sounds good to me!" said Rainbow Dash. All three girls spread their legs apart, making it even harder to hold. Rainbow leaked for five seconds, but stopped. Sunset leaked for two seconds, and barely managed to stop it. Applejack leaked for four seconds, but was able to keep holding it. Then, Sunset started to pee full force. She desperately tried to stop it, but couldn't. This position was too much for her. She blushed and sighed as the pee soaked the legs of her jeans, while a stream started to pass through her jeans between her legs, given the position she was standing in. She couldn't believe she was wetting her pants all the way, but the relief felt amazing. "Well, looks like it's back down to the two of us!" said Rainbow Dash once the 30 seconds were up and they could resume a standard standing position. "I'm still gonna beat you!" said Applejack. "Dream on!" said Rainbow Dash. She leaked a little and whimpered. Sunset finished peeing and sat beside the other girls who had lost. "Don't feel bad, Sunny," said Fluttershy. "Third place is kind of good." As the time went by, Rainbow Dash and Applejack held themselves and fidgeted harder, unable to hide any signs of desperation anymore. They both leaked in their shorts often, but still neither wet herself all the way yet. By now Rarity needed to pee again. She made sure Fluttershy and Sunset, who were sitting on either side of her, weren't looking in her direction, and let it all out in her already-wet shorts. Wishing she didn't enjoy this so much. Sunset felt Rarity's puddle under her rear, but said nothing. Half an hour went by, which became a full hour. By now Rainbow Dash and Applejack were dribbling every ten seconds, and neither felt like coming up with any new challenges. Then, one of the athletic tomboyish girls couldn't hold it anymore. "No..." Applejack was unable to stop peeing. Pee flowed down her legs in torrents as her jean shorts got even wetter. Realizing she had lost, she stopped trying to hold it and started to pee harder, deciding she might as well be a good sport and enjoy the relief. Rainbow Dash saw Applejack wetting herself uncontrollably and knew it was over. "Yeah! I win!" Rainbow still needed to go REALLY badly. She was about to burst. So, she unabashedly let it all out, completely soaking her skintight shorts and forming a big wet spot on the front of her skirt. Waterfalls of pee gushed down her legs, soaking them in seconds. She sighed in immense relief and satisfaction. She had won a seven-way holding contest, held it for longer than she ever thought she could, and was greatly enjoying the warm release. They peed for about two minutes, Applejack stopping moments before Rainbow Dash, as long as it had taken Rainbow to start peeing after Applejack. "That was really fun!" said Pinkie. "I don't think so," said Rarity, blushing. "But remember our deal. You both have to try on ANY outfits I pick for the fashion show!" "A deal's a deal," said Applejack. "Whatever you choose is worth it," said Rainbow Dash. The girls were all very wet and smelled of urine, but they shared a collective laugh and then sprayed each other with the hose, before Rarity took a long shower and changed back into her skirt. Her shirt was still wet, but only with water, so she didn't mind too much. "You up for a rematch?" said Applejack. "Next week," said Rainbow Dash. "Me too!" said Pinkie. None of the other girls wanted to do a second holding contest, so Rainbow Dash and Applejack never asked them to. The End
  11. Zapp Renfro

    female A Type of Punishment

    A/N: I wrote this for a free request for Imouto Kitten. The two of us have been working together for a little over four years now, so when I decided I wanted to practice writing diaper related content, he was the obvious choice to ask for a prompt to get my start. These characters are from previous commissions I've done for him, so for a little context: James and Lucy are childhood friends, with Lucy being very petite and not quite looking her age. Though she thought he would never see her as anything more than a little sister, it turned out that he actually liked that about her, as well as her weak bladder. The two of them enter an ageplay based relationship, with him playing her older brother. In the previous story, she was told that if she made it through the night without wetting the bed, she would be rewarded, but would be punished if she couldn't. however, since he sent her to bed with a full bladder... When Lucy wakes up, cold and wet, she immediately realizes that she’s failed her challenge from the night before. This isn’t a big surprise to her, considering how impossible a goal James set for her, but still, now she knows another punishment lies in store for her, and she wonders what he will have in mind for this. With how cold and gross it is, she squirms, nudging him to wake him up and get this part over with. James stirs from his sleep, and he quickly goes to check her for accidents, already knowing what he will find. Her crotch is squishy when he grabs at it, and he scolds her, saying, “You woke up a wet wittle mousey, didn’t you? I told you to hold it until morning.” As he’s feeling her, he finds his hand grows wet, as her clothes are not fully able to contain the liquid, with some of her pee leaking out. Her pajamas have a considerable wet patch on them now, and he sighs, shaking his head. He gets up and grabs the video camera, turning it on as he orders her to march to the bathroom to begin her punishment. Once in the bathroom, he films her as he says, “Now, strip down, and tell us about how you got where you are now.” Blushing, Lucy does as she is told, using her cutesy voice to tell the story as she strips all the way down to her thick panties, stained a very noticeable yellow. “Last night, big bwother got me all dwessed up for bed and told me to sleep without having an accident, but I couldn’t make it, and I wet the bed.” “And now you’re a big mess, and we have to clean that up,” he says, setting the camera down on the counter, leaving it running as he approaches her, yanking down her panties and picking her up, placing her in the bathtub. He gives her a quick bath, and as he scrubs her down, he makes sure to pay special attention to all of her more sensitive areas so that, by the time her bath is over, she is already mildly turned on. He then dries her off and carries her back to the bedroom, telling her, “If you’re going to keep wetting yourself like a baby, then I might as well treat you like one, right?” Lucy tries to protest, but she is cut off by him fitting her with what appears to be a cross between a pacifier and a gag, strapping it to her head so that it stays in place. It isn’t long before he has her dressed up again, but this time in an actual diaper with a floral pattern, a small lavender dress that is short enough to expose said diaper, with matching ankle socks that have lace around the top. She looks every bit like the little girl James always treats her like, and she knows her “big brother” must be loving every second of it, and must have been waiting for the chance to try this. He picks her up and carries her to the kitchen, revealing just how much he’s planned for this when he shows her a barstool that he’s modified to serve as a high chair for her. He locks her into her, her arms pinned at her side, leaving her to sit and watch while he cooks breakfast for her. Once he’s finished, he brings over scrambled eggs and oatmeal, removing the pacifier to that he can feed it to her directly. She eats happily before drinking plenty of juice that he’s fixed for her, unaware that he’s spiked it with a strong diuretic and a mild muscle relaxer. He is still recording her when he sits on her on her feet in the living room, but the muscle relaxer causes her to take a spill as soon as she tries to take a step, and she blushes as the camera catches her falling on her diapered bottom. She attempts a few more steps with the same results, finally settling on crawling to get around, as James entertains her with childish toys and games, fit for a toddler. She enjoys this quite a bit, but then, after a bit of time has passed, she suddenly stands up, trying to grab at her crotch through the thick diaper, squirming as she announces, “Big bwother, I gotta go potty!” “Alright, little sister,” he replies, but he leaves the room without helping her up to follow him. When he returns, he has an oversized training potty, modeled after a cartoon cat princess or something, and Lucy blushes as he realizes what he intends for her with this. “I want to use the big girl potty!” she protests. “I don’t think you’re ready for that yet. If you don’t want to use this potty, then you can just wet your diaper,” he replies, and she isn’t sure what to do. She wants to prove that she won’t wet herself like a child, but she also wants to convince him that she is big enough to use the actual toilet, not the training potty. In the end, she does not get to make the decision for herself at all. Due to the drugs she consumed with her breakfast, she has less time than she realizes, and her sphincter is not able to hold out against her indecision. Suddenly, she loses complete control, and James is able to catch the exact moment on camera. She wets herself, but does not soak through her clothes like she’s used to; instead, she feels the warmth trapped around her girlhood, and the dress is so short that anyone would be able to see how her diaper swells, filling with her pee. “Oh nooo,” she wails, mortified that he’s filming it, that the moment of her first (adult) diaper soaking is immortalized. But what comes next is sure to be even more humiliating, and she knows that James won’t hesitate to film that as well. As expected, he changes her in view of the camera, teasing her as he does. “See, I knew you needed to be padded up,” he says, as he untapes it and wipes her clean. “If you were ready to use your potty, you wouldn’t have made such a mess, but it’s okay, because you’ve got your big brother to change you, until you’re ready to be potty trained.” He takes his time with changing her, drawing out his teasing as much as possible, before he gets her taped up in a fresh diaper, and asks her if she’s getting hungry again. When Lucy agrees, he decides to get their lunch prepared, this time spiking her drink with something different. He gives her peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and cuts it into small pieces, letting her feed herself that way, but her drink is put in a large sippy cup. Lucy finishes every bit of her food, and James makes sure that she drinks every drop of her juice before he will let her up from the chair. By that time, her drug has finally begun to kick in, and she grows sleepier and sleepier. He picks her up while she begins drifting off, but she remains awake while he carries her first to her bedroom to change her into footie pajamas, a simple purple pair, then into the living room, sitting in the recliner and rocking her in his arms while giving her a bottle of warm milk. The bottle is a nippled baby bottle, but Lucy is too sleepy to protest this, and drinks it until she has fallen asleep. James puts her to bed, putting a giant teddy bear between her arms, and she cuddles it in her sleep. He leaves the camera running in the bedroom before he goes off to do something else while he waits for her to wake up. ~X~ Lucy is squirming in her sleep before long, her drinks with lunch beginning to catch up with her. Her dreams reflect this, and she dreams of herself as about half of her height, wearing a kindergarten uniform that she must have seen on an anime James showed her before. She is running through a school resembling the one that kindergartner character attended, but each hallway turns into another identical one, and no matter where she searches, she seems to be completely trapped in an endless maze. She has her hand pressed to her crotch, trying to keep herself dry as she races against her bursting bladder. “I have to pee!” she cries. “So bad, so bad, I’m not gonna make it!” And it really does seem that that will be the case, as she struggles to find the bathroom in what feels like hundreds of identical hallways. “Help me,” she wails, “help me, I have to pee!” There is no response to her pleas for help, and no one else around, and she considers giving up the fight completely. It is just as she decides that wetting herself might be her only option and the only way to stop the pain of her full bladder that she sees it- a sign with a pink figure of a woman. She’s saved! Lucy gleefully opens the door to the bathroom, heading to the toilet, and just as she is about to reach it, she is suddenly yanked back by hands grabbing her from under her arms. She realizes that it must be James holding her back, and she cries out, “Let me go! Before I have an accident!” But when James lifts her up, he does not set her down on the toilet, and instead begins lowering towards his cock. The James she knows in the waking world is rather well-endowed, but the James holding her now is so large that the real world James looks small in comparison. This terrifies Lucy, who cries out, “No, no! Big bwother’s big thingy will rip me apart!” James does not listen to her at all, and continues to lower her down, until he pushes himself inside of her, and she screams out, which he again ignores. He wastes no time in pounding her, his thrusts so hard and fast that her tiny twatty can hardly handle it. He strikes her bladder with an intensity that she’s never known, something that the real James would never be able to match. Her bladder swells and swells as she fights against wetting herself, until it looks like an overfilled balloon, extending from her stomach, growing impossibly large until she knows that it will burst if she doesn’t let go. Fortunately her body does not leave her much choice, and the stored up urine explodes out of her, with the force of a garden hose, soaking her and James and the floor beneath them. Of course, in the real world, there is nothing so dramatic. The camera does catch the moment when she spreads her legs, and her diaper begins to swell with the sudden release of her bladder. A moment later, she wakes up, her soaked diaper still warm, and she squirms uncomfortably. This is the second time she’s woken up soaked today, but this time, the bed and her pajamas are left clean as the diaper is able to contain everything. She gets out of bed, still struggling a bit to walk, though most of the muscle relaxer has worn off by now. Holding the large bear in front of her, as if trying to hide behind it, she toddles through the apartment, looking for James so that he can help her out. Eventually, she finds him playing video games, and stands there, watching him for a moment before he asks, “Do you need anything, Lucy?” She mumbles, pressing her face against the bear’s head, but James cannot hear her. He tells her as such, but it takes a few more tries before she is able to clearly and audibly tell him, “I need a diaper change.” Giving her a warm smile, he says, “Oh, yeah? Then let me take care of that for you.” A/N: Anyway, this isn't technically the end, but it's past the 2k mark which was my original max for the free request, so since it's at a stopping point, I'm calling it done for now. I will finish it on my own time eventually, but the rest of it is going to be more sexually focused, rather than wetting focused, so probably not relevant to the site anyway!
  12. BlueWetter

    malefemale Spur of the moment..

    Hey everyone! I had a nice dinner out, and ended up drinking quite a bit of iced tea.. On my drive home, I noticed an urge building in my bladder.. I decided to go in my jeans, instead of holding on for the toilet.. After letting out about five spurts of pee, the urge to fully empty my bladder down my legs was overwhelming.. So, I stood in the kitchen and peed my pants ☺️
  13. In this video, Olivia dares Sosha to pee in her jeans, which she does. This scene was shot by Olivia on her cell phone. She is outside with Sosha, who is wearing jeans and a coat. Olivia dares Sosha to pee in her pants. At first, Sosha is reluctant, but after Olivia upgrades the dare to a triple-dog-dare she gives in. As Olivia films, Sosha intentionally wets her pants. Once Olivia spots the wet patch forming, she moves in for a close-up, giving us a nice clear view of Sosha’s wet jeans. She even has Sosha turn around, to get a view from the rear. Sosha seems to be a little bit embarrassed but admits that it feels kind of nice. However, she threatens that she is going to get Olivia back somehow.
  14. h1234

    Graduation Time!

    I had a friend just graduate from college, She is 24. Once the graduation was over she was met by friends and family that wanted to take photo's, but she just said one thing, she had to pee badly and needed to find the closest bathroom. Got me thinking, have you seen someone desperate to pee or having an accident at a high school or college graduation? Can be a person who is graduating or members of the audience.
  15. These lovely Japanese women love giving blow jobs, so much that they leak into their panties, sometimes rather extensively! https://www5.javmost.com/HUNTA-555/ It's more than just lady juices, some of them (most/all) are clearly faked or pee, but it's super adorable! I love the idea of leaving a little puddle under my after giving a good blow job 🙂
  16. megaLOmess

    Jeans wetting set

    Version

    715 downloads

    Just a video of multiple wettings, a couple girl on girl wettings, one literally girl on

    Free

  17. View File JAV - HUNTA-555 - Leaking During Blowjob Title says it all 🙂 Super adorable! Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 05/21/2019 Category Female videos Clothing  
  18. Version 1.0.0

    606 downloads

    Title says it all 🙂 Super adorable!

    Free

  19. ssjammerz

    malefemale Jammers wetting

    I'm trying something new and adding a fictional element to this wetting. The undercover cop's identify was blown at the criminal's own resort. After the henchmen overpowered and disarmed him, they tied his hands behind his back and knelt him down. As the gun cocked back and raised towards him, he asked the foolish cop if he had any last words... oth01.wmv
  20. I've found this video a few days ago and decided to share it here. I recommend you to check her profile because the stuff she uploads is good. https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/pissing-in-my-pants-and-on-the-floor-40098171 Here's the rip : Pissing in my pants and on the floor.mp4 PS - there's nudity in the video.
  21. Yeah, title kind of gives this one away,,, https://www5.javmost.com/PSI-414/ Also some enema, pee drinking, pullups... public humiliation... And a second one, where the lovely little pet has to go into a store and buy pullups: https://www5.javmost.com/PSI-420/
  22. https://www5.javmost.com/ARM-733/ Not necessarily pee, but panties with wet spots!
  23. View File Last to Use the Bathroom Wins $1000 Wetting Posted here and here, this is a YouTube challenge that's essentially a holding contest. Submitter Drying Submitted 05/19/2019 Category Holding contests Clothing Other  
  24. EtchyFox

    Audition

    Version 1.0.1

    Hello and thank you for considering downloading Lucky's first adventure! This game follows Lucky through her practical examination into the best Magiacademy in the nation. It's full of puzzles, dialog and a very wet and unLucky kitty. The game has a single run play through time of roughly 1:20, however it is literally impossible to see everything in one run through. Features: 1 Adorably shy and sassy catgirl~ 21 Achievements Hundreds of lines of dialog So many puzzles... Loads of desperation reactive scenarios~ 3 after credits scenes~ I hope you all can treat yourselves to this game for roughly the price of a large candy bar! Good luck and...try to be nice to Lucky... She is sensitive... Go here if you want to get to know the character a bit before purchasing the game! For those interested in following the sequel as it develops please go here!

    $2.99

  25. It has been awhile since I have contributed anything, so I'm posting a few pics from the last year or so.