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  1. Anubis

    Flowing Creek

    I haven't ever tried writing an interactive story before, but it looks like it could be fun. A lot of good ones have been posted, so I'm going to give it a shot. It's been a while since I have written anything and I don't have a good track record when it comes to finishing stories, but we'll see how this goes. This story is based on a personal fantasy of mine, but I won't say much more about it because more information will be available later on. Anyway, here we go. *** Flowing Creek You wake up in what looks like some sort of a cheap motel room, to the sound of birds chirping outside. You are facing towards the outer wall, so you can see sunlight coming in around the edges of the curtain over the window. You feel the need to relieve your bladder, but it is still bearable for the time being. For a moment, you allow your eyes to wander around the room before lifting your head off the pillow and sitting up. You look down and realize that you are still wearing your t-shirt, jeans, and socks. The lower half of your body is still covered by the blankets, but you can tell what you’re wearing beneath it, from the feeling of the material on your skin. You are unsure of how long you were asleep, but what you are sure of, is that you have never seen this room before. You take a good look at your surroundings. The walls of the motel room are a milky white and the curtain over the window has a grey and black checkerboard pattern on it. About a meter away from the foot of the bed, directly in front of you, there is a stained, oak dresser that is about two meters wide, and there are only two doors in the room. One of them leads to the outside, but the other one, about two meters to the right of the dresser, leads to what could either be a closet or a bathroom. You get an uneasy feeling about the situation. Where am I? You wonder. Since you are all alone, you try to rack your brain, hoping to remember where you are and how you got there. The only thing you can remember, is going on a mid-summer road trip, with a friend that you’ve known for years. The two of you grew up in Ontario, Canada and went to the same college. You recall traveling through a heavily forested area in Manitoba when you were both caught in a sudden, intense rainstorm. The only other thing you remember is seeing a blinding flash of lightning, but everything after that is a total blank. Right beside you to your left, there is a small bedside table. Sitting on top of it, you find a clipboard with a single sheet of paper on it. Taking hold of it, you notice that the paper contains very personal information about you. There is an ID photo of you in the upper, right-hand corner. In the upper, left-hand corner, there is a line that says that your identification number is FC-05202018. Beneath the photo and your assigned number is everything else about you. What does the sheet say? This will be used for character creation. Include as much information as you like and I’ll fill in anything that gets left out. If any artists would like to create the character’s ID photo, then feel free to do so. This will give me an idea of their appearance, without you having to put all of the info in. General Info Name: Gender: Height: Hair style/color: Eye color: Body type: Age: Personal Info Personality: Interests/Hobbies: Fetishes/Kinks: Sexual Orientation: Breast size (if applicable): Butt size: Bladder size: Holding Ability: Extra Things Underwear appearance: Notable features of outer clothing (If applicable): *** There will be more coming after creating a character. After 48 hours, if there is only one suggestion, that will be your character. If there are more, then the one I like the most will be your character while the second best may be used as the identity for your character's traveling companion on the road trip. This time frame can be extended upon request for any ID photos. Constructive criticism is welcome, if you have any. My goal will be to post a new part to this at least once a week, with 48 hours between each post available for making decisions for where the story will take us, so hopefully we'll have some fun on this adventure.
  2. I decided to do this on a whim and thought some of you might enjoy it Hope you like these! And here’s a bonus ❤️
  3. Kirito

    Halloween Wetting

    An amazing halloween wetting sketch shared by Anathema!

    © http://omorashi.org/topic/9786-happy-halloween/

  4. THE GOLDEN REVOLUTION It was our turn to cook dinner so Valerie and I left the poolside ahead of the others to start preparations in the large, vaulted basement kitchen of the Tuscan villa. I had showered and changed into a shirt and shorts but Valerie had opted to prepare her Béarnaise sauce first. When I came back down to the kitchen she was still in her aqua bikini, busy infusing wine vinegar with onions, tarragon and peppercorns. I picked up a tray and collected the cutlery and other things I needed to set the table under the pergola in the grounds of the villa. On the way there I saw Amanda, who had been absent from our group at the pool for some time. She was facing away from me, sitting with her feet up on one of the benches along the path through the shrubbery and was having a long, intimate conversation on her phone. Pee was streaming through the wooden slats of the bench into a puddle on to the stone slab below. "Am I what?...." A giggle. "I might be...." More giggles. "You have too much imagination already!.....My dark red bikini if you must know!.....Oh, and I have put on a white t-shirt over it." A pause. "Its your fault!.....Because you've kept me talking so long, I couldn't wait, that's why....No I am not going to send you a selfie!!....You will just have to use that over-active imagination of yours!" She looked up at me and blushed as I passed so I tactfully took another route back to the kitchen. "Does Amanda have a boyfriend?" I asked Valerie. "Not as far as I know" she replied. "She has certainly been having fun playing the field at university. But now I come to think of it she has hinted that there's one particular boy who is very interested in her and she did say he's rather sweet." I prepared a salad as Valerie mixed egg yolks into her vinegar and then slowly folded in soft yellow butter, whisking the mixture continuously over a bain-marie whilst jigging up and down in an interesting sort of way. "I wish I had done a wee before I started this" she commented. "It is much cooler in here than it is outside and I drank lots of water this afternoon. I'm bursting!" I would have offered to take over but I have no idea how to make Béarnaise sauce. She turned off the heat under the bain-marie and whisked the sauce vigorously. "Tom," she said in a slightly strained voice as she moved restlessly from one foot to the other, "I think I have let this sauce get a bit hot. It isn't setting properly and I daren't stop whisking or it will separate and I will have to start over again. Could you get me some cold butter out of the fridge and cut it in thin slices for me?" She paused momentarily, pressing her legs tightly together and biting her lower lip. The fabric of her bikini dampened slightly between her crossed legs. As I was opening a fresh pack of butter and slicing it on to a plate, Angela looked in to see how we were getting on before going upstairs to shower and change. Her French navy swimsuit was dry but there was a high tide mark around the bottom as a souvenir of her long afternoon at the poolside. Valerie took the bowl out of the bain-marie and frantically whisked the stubbornly liquid sauce as I added the cold butter, one thin slab at a time to slowly melt into it. The thin liquid thickened into a perfect emulsion as she worked. "It is finally coming right!" she breathed. She carried the bowl over to the kitchen table and set it down. "Now I can go to the loo at last!" She took a couple of steps then froze, crossing her legs tightly. The damp spot between her legs spread outwards and upwards as the fabric of her bikini absorbed another involuntary spurt. Stray rivulets tracked down her squeezed thighs. Observing her daughter's desperation Angela said "I doubt you will make it all the way to the loo and I really don't want an accident on the carpet upstairs. You had better just wee on the floor here." Valerie gave her a grateful smile. She placed her hands on her hips, parted her legs, relaxed and started to pee through her bikini. "Better now?" Angela enquired ironically as she watched her daughter wetting herself with an expression of pure relief, her pee splashing noisily on to the old stone kitchen floor. Valerie did not move for a full minute as the stream became a trickle, droplets, nothing. Mother and daughter went upstairs to shower and change. I fetched the floor mop and a bucket of water. ---------------------- After we had dined on steak, roast potatoes and salad, washed down with plenty of the local Sangiovese red wine, we lingered under the pergola enjoying the warmth of a perfect Italian summer evening. Jack complimented us on the excellent Béarnaise sauce. I said that Valerie deserved the credit for making it, to which Angela added with a mischievous smile that I deserved the credit for washing the floor afterwards. "Oh, Mummy!" exclaimed Valerie in mock exasperation. "Trust you to let the cat out of the bag!" Looking at the puzzled expressions around the table Valerie sighed and said "Béarnaise sauce is tricky. It will separate if you let it and once it does there is no going back. I was dying for a wee but I could not just abandon the sauce or I would have had to start over again. I ended up making a puddle on the kitchen floor." "That reminds me of Miss Myers!" said Amanda with a giggle. "I seem to remember your headmistress saying something to me about a Miss Myers and implying that you three young devils had had a role in her decision to resign" said Angela reflectively. "I didn't fully understand what she was getting at but I had the impression she was not sorry to see this Myers woman go. What was that all about?" "You tell the story, Val" said Amanda. "You were the heroine of the campaign!" Valerie poured herself a limoncello and began. "My sisters and I went to a girls' school in London and Miss Myers was the history teacher there. Most of the other teachers at that school knew how to make their lessons interesting but not Miss Myers! She could crush the life out of the most fascinating subject. She used to tell us that her job was to teach facts and our job was to learn them. Not much about why things happened and nothing at all about how it felt to live in those times. It was all just names and dates. "She was a sour old maid, passed over for promotion and resentful of Mrs Smith being made headmistress when old Miss Brooks retired. She obviously thought the job should have been hers but the fact was that she was not much use as a schoolteacher and would have been a disaster as the head. She regarded herself as a strict disciplinarian and used to make veiled, snide remarks about the other teachers and what she regarded as their excessively free and easy approach to school discipline. I had the impression that the other teachers didn't like her any more than us girls did. "One of her things was that girls should not be allowed to leave the classroom in lesson time for any reason. No exceptions. None of the other teachers had a problem letting a girl go to the loo if she really had to, and in fact it was fairly rare that anybody asked. And I often thought that if she was worried that it might turn into a social occasion all she had to do was limit it to one at a time. "During one of her lessons a girl called Melissa put her hand up and said she needed to go to the loo urgently but Miss Myers, who was clearly irritated at the interruption, snappily told her to wait until the break, which was almost an hour away. After about half an hour of Miss Myers droning on about the Congress of Vienna 1815 and its role in shaping the political structure of post-Napoleonic Europe, poor Melissa wet herself at her desk and started to cry. Miss Myers strode over and stood above her. 'You silly, dirty girl!' she screeched. 'Now you can just sit there until break!' "When the bell finally sounded for the end of the lesson, Melissa fled to the girls' loo, still in tears. The rest of us went to comfort her. Some girls lent her spare gym kit to change into and others spread her wet clothes out to dry on the radiator. She was a quiet, gentle, very shy girl and horribly upset at being forced to wet herself like that. "I was furious with the way the Miss Myers had treated Melissa and told the others I was going to get even with the malicious old hag for Melissa's sake. When I outlined my plan everybody burst out laughing, even Melissa. They were all willing to at least give me passive support and one or two of the bolder ones offered to join me on active service. "Miss Myers had us for history again the next day and she set a test paper on yesterday's lesson. When I had finished mine I took it to Miss Myers' desk and asked to be excused as I needed the lavatory. Of course she said 'Absolutely not! Sit down and be quiet!' so I just parted my legs and peed on the floor, right next to her desk. All the other girls knew beforehand what I was going to do and nobody so much as looked up. "I honestly wondered if I had killed the old bat! Her eyes goggled and she seemed to lose the power of speech for a moment as she looked at me, then at the puddle I had made and then back at me. Then she bellowed at me to report myself to the headmistress and tell her what I had done. "I went to Mrs Smith's office and tearfully told her that I had been sent by Miss Myers because I had wet myself when I was not allowed to go to the loo and I was terribly sorry but I simply could not hold on any longer. Of course, Mrs Smith was sympathetic and told me not to be too upset, these things happen. I actually felt a bit bad about deceiving Mrs Smith because I liked and respected her. "On the way back to the classroom I went into the loo and changed into the spare pair of knickers I had packed. As soon as I got back my friend Jessica stood up, handed in her paper and asked to go to the loo. Clearly rattled by what I had just done and beginning to suspect that Jessica's request was no coincidence, Miss Myers snapped at her to stop this nonsense right now! "Jessica said nothing. She just stood still with a faraway expression on her face and the classroom floor gained its second puddle. Then she went calmly back to her place, lifted her skirt clear and and sat down. That was when the vicious old troll began to realise that she was losing her authority." Amanda took up the story. "The story of Melissa's treatment and Valerie's revenge spread throughout the school like wildfire and girls in every year were volunteering to join the Golden Revolution, as it became known. I played my part too, like a good little soldier. "When I was not allowed to go to the loo I just carried on working as I wet myself at my desk. I had drunk plenty of water beforehand so there was a fairly impressive flood on the floor by the time I had finished but all the other girls pretended not to notice anything at all. I had made sure that my skirt was clear so when I got up at the end of the lesson there was no sign of anything untoward. Like all active combatants, I carried a spare pair of knickers that day." "How about you, Emily?" Jack asked with a grin. Emily blushed. "Well yes," she conceded "I couldn't just leave the heroic struggle to others, could I? By the time my year had a history lesson nobody was even asking to be excused. Three of us wet ourselves in that lesson." Valerie resumed the narrative. "It was clear that Miss Myers simply did not know what to do. It was never the same girl twice, so there were no obvious ringleaders, and any one of us could have had a genuine accident. Plausible deniability, I think it is called. "By then I'm sure Mrs Smith and the other teachers had a pretty good idea what was going on but as the old cow had managed to antagonise them all at one time or another they were in no hurry to help, nor did Miss Myers want to admit that she had completely lost control of her students. And she could not bring herself to change her policy as that would mean admitting that she had been wrong to treat poor Melissa as she had and so owed her an apology. "The final straw for Miss Myers was when the school caretaker told her that he had other duties besides cleaning up accidents in her classroom and presented her with a mop and bucket of her own. "At school assembly a couple of days later, Mrs Smith announced that Miss Myers had decided to retire with immediate effect due to ill health and that the school was in process of recruiting a new history teacher. For the rest of that term Mrs Smith herself would take history classes. "For some reason she looked straight at me when she added that she expected the sudden and, um, wholly inexplicable epidemic of incontinence to cease immediately."
  5. RedFish3000

    Alice's Desperate Saturday

    Hello everyone! Welcome to my first interactive story! This interactive story is a spin-off of a story a wrote some time ago: Alice's Desperate Schoolday, so you might want to check the story to meet the characters better, and see what my writing style is like. So, here's how this interactive story will work. The protagonist will be Alice. She has invited her friends Alex and Tommy to her house to spend the day. However, soon she realizes the toilet is broken. Alex and Tommy don't have any problem going outside, but Alice prefers to hold her pee. You will tell Alice what to do, and can talk to her as well. As for Alex and Tommy, you can't tell them what to do, but you can talk to them, and even see their thoughts if you want to. The only limit is no nudity, whether partial or total. Other than that, I think there's nothing else to say. Let's begin! It's saturday morning, Alice wakes up excited that Alex and Tommy will come to her house to spend the day with her. However, while she thinks of everything she has to do today, she feels a slight twinge in her bladder, reminding her that she needs to take her morning pee. "Well, I'd better go pee. I wouldn't like to end up like last time." She says to herself. However, when she goes to the bathroom, she realizes that her toilet isn't working at all. "Oh no!" she exclaims to herself. "What should I do now?"
  6. So, this will be my first time writing an interactive story, and I think I’ve got a story that will work pretty well for it. My idea is, a girl wakes up naked in a dungeon, and must fight her way out of it. The only problem is, there are no bathrooms. So of course, the girl must fight off monsters, as well as her urge to pee! Now, just a fair warning, this story will mostly be focused on her desperation. I won’t have her wet a whole lot, for 2 reasons. I’m more into the desp stuff myself, and I feel like I’m not too good at describing wettings. ^^; The story will focus on a girl of your choosing (we’ll get to that soon), and she’ll be travelling around the dungeon, fighting monsters, picking things up and adding them to her inventory as she gets them, it’s like a dungeon-crawling RPG game. I hope that makes sense. So, you’ll be deciding on the girl. Everything about her! First off, her age. The older she is, the more control she’ll have over her bladder, and the less likely she’ll be to pee somewhere that’s not a toilet. I’m fine with doing loli, if that’s what’s picked. Secondly, hair and eye colour. These are just for aesthetic purposes. Third, her bladder capacity, from 1-10. 1 being problematically small, and 10 being, on long road trips she doesn’t have to stop once. :P Then, her bladder fullness at the start. Is she bursting right from the get-go, or does it build gradually? Let’s do this percentage-wise, from 0 to 100. She can go above 100, but it’s much, much harder to hold it then. And finally, stats. I’m giving her 30 points to spread among these. HP - How much damage she can take. This will be multiplied by 10. ATTACK - How much damage she does. DEFENSE - How much damage she resists. SPEED - How likely she is to dodge an attack, or attack first. MANA - Her magic power. HOLDING - Her ability to hold her pee. These will increase as she levels up. She starts at level 1. If nobody can agree, then they will end up being equal. You can also choose the girl’s name, if you feel so inclined. :P I hope this takes off, I really want to write this story! >u<
  7. atomicplayboy

    female Peegasm hot male

    Just found very cool profile from XTube: https://www.xtube.com/profile/pornojeesus-51079962
  8. Thought someone would like this one. Hope it hasn't been uploaded already Desperate, Squirming, and Pissing - Pornhub.com.mp4
  9. whiteblack

    Shikkin128

    Version 1.0.0

    523 downloads

    Shikkin128, the very first omo game I ever played. Thanks to Canticle Natura for providing the game files. I've included the patch files for translating most of the game, menu, inventory, shop menu and more. still some dialogue that isn't translated. Just download all the patch files and put them in the same folder as the game.

    Free

  10. Version 1.0.0

    269 downloads

    I've had this one for awhile. Starts off innocent enough but at the end of the day, this is still hentai.

    Free

  11. Ahsoka woke up naked in her room she shared with her master Anakin Skywalker, she always woke up with a full bladder everyday. Now Anakin was in the bathroom doing a shower and she had to pee desperately. Ahsoka quickly knocked on the door to tell Anakin that she had to go, “Aaaa, Anakin please let me in I have to pee so badly do you want me to wet myself?” Anakin woke got out of the shower and opened the door to the bathroom, she was happy with Anakin for letting her relieve her desperation to fucking pee. Anakin walk back to the shower but Ahsoka’s full bladder kept getting worse from every step she took. Now Ahsoka was about to relieve herself but she slipped on the wet floor the Anakin did when he came out of shower and she still had to pee desperately. Ahsoka’s bladder throbbed while she fell and could feel her piss pushing on her aching naked orange pussy and her bladder. She quickly tried to get back up, but she couldn’t get herself up just then Ahsoka sensed Padmé coming to so they could both secretly wet themselves together. Just then there knock on the door it was Padmé she was already there, Ahsoka trying again to get up but she couldn’t but then let out a squirt of pee out. She tried one more time and it worked this time she got up and because she just couldn’t let herself pee in the toilet and let poor old Padmé wait for her to open the door until there was no more fuel in the tank. Ahsoka walked over to where the main entrance door was and let Padmé in, her bladder couldn’t cope the journey to the door as it released another squirt of pee onto the carpet. She did not give up on her friend even know that she was still naked and had to pee. Her bladder throbbed as she placed her hands over her pussy and grabbed her bladder tightly and continued walking, she made it the she had to release one of her hands to open the door. She reached her left hand over to unlock the door as she did and let Padmé in and she closed the door. She started losing control of her desperation and couldn’t hold it anymore that she peed in front of Padmé and she ruined the front door carpet. Anakin now out of the shower with a black towel on above his legs, Ahsoka quickly said to him” Anakin I er I er sort of had an accident on this carpet!” Anakin replied with “So you mean that you pissed yourself on this carpet.” “Yes.” Replied Ahsoka. Ahsoka quickly got dressed to cover up her meaty orange breasts and put on her panties and her Jedi clothes on and left with Padmé to go pee themselves in secret. To be continued
  12. Hey guys. After seeing some youtube channels with videos of desperate girls from live TV chat shows in the General Discussions forum, I went through all these vids and uncovered some real gems, where desperation is really obvious. I have thus downloaded these vids and will gradually post the really good ones on this thread. Hopefully, if anyone else has similar kinds of videos, they can post them here as well. (Note to moderators: I was unsure whether posting this stuff is banned or not. I've read the rules and there doesn't appear to be anything banning the posting of such vids. In fact, almost all these vids are publicly available on youtube, and since they're take from live TV stations, the girls do know that they are being filmed. However, should you really wish me to stop posting them, just inform me). The first video is from hot blonde Mikki B from red light central. You can see her obvious desperation - she holds herself, crouches on the floor, leg bouncing, and any person with no experience of lip-reading (myself included) can tell that she is pleading to be let off screen. (Note: this video originally came in two parts....I have merged them together for convenience). Enjoy RLC1 to09 10 2014 827 flv 010(1)(1).mp4
  13. This one is new to me, some nice subtle desperation by a beautiful lady https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JOQ-RvMC18E
  14. I don’t own any rights to life is strange, also, this is my first contribution to this cite, so, please do enjoy, and feel free to comment and critique. To those who have played through Life is Strange: Before the Storm, I am starting with Chloe and Rachel on the train, written in Rachel’s Point of View. Also, for the sake of this piece, and for my own comfort, Rachel, Chloe, and anyone else I may mention are 18+ and instead of it being a Highschool, Blackwell is a college. Sorry for the length, I kinda just went with the flow. Rachel’s desperate train ride I had just jumped on a train, with Chloe Price. I am ditching school, with Chloe Price. She is such a rebel, and I really don’t see what people have against her. She has no shame, hell, I was changing, and she walked in. I mean, I don’t mind, at all. I was just hoping to visit the restroom before she came in to give me my belt. But, perhaps it was Hella entertaining to see her walk in on me. She was definitely looking. But, that doesn’t change the fact that I didn’t get a chance to pee before coming on this train. I am sure I can hold it longer though, I just don’t want her to know. I just hope I can find a way to escape just long enough to find some relief with out drawing attention. The train suddenly shakes, and my need rises. When was the last time I went, cause, shit, I need to go. I notice Chloe looking over, I sit on the wooden box looking out of the train. “Pull up a chair Price, the view is amazing” “K…. Where is this going?” “I don’t know.” I cross my legs, not only to hide my need, but also to help hold it in. I need to go. Bad. “North? Maybe we will end up in Seattle!” Why did I wear jeans? If worst came to worst, if I wore my costume, or even some black sweats, may have been able to hide it did I did the worst thing imaginable, piss myself in front of the girl I actually really like. Not gonna lie, I hadn’t peed since last night, not cause I was lazy, but because I was too busy planning for today, and also, Fire walk. Damn, I want to catch my father in the act, but how bad would it be if I stop him, hate him for it, in soaked jeans. Shit, I really need to go. And Chloe, what will she think? What if she hates me for wetting myself like a little kid. I should have included a bathroom break in my plan. I have needed to pee since, god, since Firewalk. My bladder trembles as I start clenching at my crotch, How close am I really to pissing myself? “Rachel, you ok?” I look up to see a concerned look on chloe’s face, with maybe, a twist of something else? “Yeah, I’m fine, I just, I don’t know. Did you find a seat yet?” “Yeah, right here. Rachel, are you sure you are ok? You look like you need to-” “I said I was ok Price.” I gasp as a little bit comes out, Why didn’t I fucking go before getting on this train. “I think your lying to me. Rachel, When was the last time you-” “I think we should do something fun.” I decide to sit in the floor, doing everything I can to hold it in. But what Chloe said next Startled me, “V-Card’s been punched, Rachel. I’m sorry.” That was enough that some more came out. And took me everything not to lose complete control. “Wow” I honestly was thinking of two truths and a lie, but, like I said before, this girl has no shame. I’m sure if she were in my position she would have just told me. “Too far?” “Well, I don’t know.” “I see it caused you to, uh.” I look down to see a baseball sized patch on my crotch. “Yeah, I have needed to pee since, well, last night.” “You think you can make it until we get to, umm, wherever we are going.” “There isn’t even a bathroom there Price. I really don’t know.” “Rachel…. I” “Forget it Chloe, I just need to figure out what to do.” Things were silent for some time. I need to go so bad. How do I relieve myself without peeing myself in front of Chloe? Think Rachel, Think. “Hey, Rachel, I…… I think you should just.” “Do what Chloe? I’m on the verge of peeing myself. No one my age should even. Oh god Chloe.” I then notice her look down. Chloe was hiding something. “Just tell me Chloe.” She finally gives in. “I think you should just go right there. Honestly, You will feel better.” I was in shock, She thinks I should just do what I was avoiding doing. But, I can’t be mad at her. She can’t hide it from me. She wants to see me do this. I honestly want to just willingly let go, but, not with her there. “Chloe Price, You’re hella weird.” Her eyes go wide, “Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be weird, I just want to help and-” “Relax Chloe. So, when did you start to like to see people like me in this state?“ “What! No I Don’t!” “You can’t lie to me, Chloe.” God I need to go, so badly. “So, mind telling me something else about yourself? I could use a distraction from my bursting bladder.” “Well, I’m not really that interesting.” There is a pause as she tries desperately to change the topic. Meanwhile I’m trying desperately not to piss myself. Not yet anyway. “Well, It’s nice Rachel we’re having.” I laugh, “What!?” It hurts to hold it in. In fact, it seems I let a little more out. Enough to make the patch a tad bit larger. I notice Chloe’s eyes bulge a it, well that and her comment. “Uh, I meant Weather. Nice weather. And, uh. yeah.” It almost seems ok to let it go knowing she would enjoy it, but I still can’t just let go. I have always been Bladder shy, guess I never really noticed it until she wanted me to just release on command. However, laughing did help release a bit. “Chloe, I need to go so bad.” “Why not just let go. Might make the rest of our trip to….. mystery place, easier.” “Hella easier.” “Hella? Who says that anymore?” “It’s a Cali thing.” “California?” “Long beach, Also Ambidextrous.” “No Shit.” “I was going to use them in a game of two truths and a lie, but it looks like my bladder had other plans.” “How bad do you need to go anyway?” “Very, It hurts to hold it in.” “Just let it go. I don’t like seeing you in pain.” “I can’t, even if I try I won’t be able to with, well, other people around. besides, as much as you don’t like me in pain, you sure don’t mind walking into my dressing room without flowers.” “You wanted a belt, perhaps if you loosen it or tighten it you could.” “No, I think I should just make a deal with you Price.” “Excuse me?” “It seems that when I laugh I am able to relieve myself, as I know you saw.” “Umm. So I make you laugh and you wet, right?” “Deal is, I let you find my one ticklish spot, and let you see me pee myself if you promise me that before we both head back home, you piss yourself.” “Rachel Amber, You are hella weird. I promise.” “Pinky Promise?” We locked pinkies. Things are turning out better than I thought, my biggest mistake, What I thought might be the way things ended with her, this may be how we bond. I never thought I, at my age, would be peeing myself, and maybe liking it? “Well, I guess this is our game now. Where is Rachel Amber ticklish. One right answer. Feel free to search away.” I am most ticklish on my feet. Which is why I never wear sandals or flipflops. I don’t want people seeing my most valuable parts, except when I am on stage. When I am Prospera, I don’t mind being barefoot. I only want the right people looking at them for the right reasons, like if Chloe were to look at them when I need to pee this bad. But I still tend to try to get shoes on as soon as possible because I swear the next time I catch someone staring at my feet. Except Chloe, and maybe even Steph Gingrich, the nerd lesbian in our school. I wonder how she would have responded to this situation. Not in the way Chloe has I am sure. God Chloe, quit starring, just start searching. “So, my first guess is….” She starts scanning my body, I swear she was purposefully staring at my chest a couple of time. A natural Chloe Price move. “Armpits.” I take off my flannel shirt and lift my arms up. “Try it yourself.” She starts scratching, but to no avail. It might kill my bladder, but the tease is on. “Damn, sides?” She lifts up my shirt enough to access my sides. My bladder is Aching. Come on Chloe, I really need the relief. “How bout this. You guess this next time, I tell you the story of any other people on campus I saw wet.” I wink “Might have a certain someone at fire walk on that list.” She perks up, “I did not!” “If you guess right, you just may find out.” “Shit, okay… umm…” She reaches over and starts untying my shoes. Relief here I come. “You must be ticklish here Rachel.” She starts taking off shoes and socks. And my bladder is just dying of anticipation. She found my relief. All I can do is smile. “Try it out Price, today may just be your lucky day.” As soon as she starts scratching I scream out in laughter. My bladder lets spurts out little at a time until I stop Chloe, because finally, my bladder wont stop emptying. So much relief. I can’t help but cry as the pain starts slowly going away. I stand up and allow Chloe the show that she had been dying to see. Feeling the warmth run down my legs, soaking up every spot it came across. It was amazing, and now I am questioning why I never tried this before. All was silent, except for the sound of urine pouring down to the floor. Once the stream died down to a pitter-patter, and then halted, Chloe spoke up. “I am so sorry for putting you through this. You really must have needed to go and-” “Chloe Price, you don’t need to be sorry. Besides, you still owe me a wetting yourself. And lets hope you aren’t pee shy like I am, cause that is painful.” “Oh, yeah. And you owe me stories. Oh, and don’t worry, no pee shyness here.” There was silence for quite some time. I look at the damage. The entire back side is soaked and so is most of the front. Honestly, if this were to have happened in front of anyone else, I would have been embarrassed. But not with Chloe. She just continued to stare at my mess in awe. I decide to speak up “It, actually felt pretty nice. You might be seeing a lot more of this out of me Chloe.” She smiles, “Rachel Amber, you look hot in those soaked jeans.” “How hot?” “Hella Hot.” We laugh as my piss stained jeans glistened in the sun light entering the train. I looked out, and saw the park my father would be going to be, presumably. “We’re here!” “Where?” “Jump and find out!” “What about the stories?” “I’ll tell you as you start to show signs of desperation.” “Alright, Fuck it.” Chloe jumped out, I follow, hoping this day will only get more and more interesting. Once again, sorry about the length. If the demand is high enough I may continue this. Who has Rachel seen wet? Could she have been behind the reason behind some of them? How will Rachel react to seeing Chloe peeing herself? And who was it at Firewalk that Rachel saw piss themself?
  15. I'm glad my readers took an interest in this, though I have to admit these are not the best stories. For anybody curious, this is where I'm putting a collection of short stories from my interactive story: Curse of the Eastern Isle. Unlike the interactive which follows the perspective of the wandering monster hunter, Franziska Audenveil, these stories will be from the perspective of various party members. The first one I've written is from a small plan I had for Addilyn, The other three who will be getting a short story will be Margo, the short-tempered, short-sized engineer, Catia, the head paladin of the town of Minevorska's church, and Franziska herself. A link to the interactive for anybody interested in a dark fantasy adventure: https://www.omorashi.org/forums/topic/34992-the-curse-of-the-eastern-isle/ __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Addilyn: The Demon in the Shadows “Eto, fier.” Addilyn muttered the spell in druidic, watching as a small flame sprung to life in her hand. “Eto, ince” The flame froze and turned to solid ice. “Eto, arcana.” The ice melted, twisting into a ball of small purple energy. For Addilyn Tsereteli, wandering bard of the Caravani, these small druidic incantations were her nightly routine. She would practice them, muttering the words and watching as a small ball of the element she summoned floated in her palm. The energy, with the right focus, could be manipulated and reshaped into anything the caster desired. It was this element of the incantation that Addilyn practiced, to summon and reshape the spell into the arcane arrows she used was a feat of countless nights of practice. It was a late night on Oldengrad, the tavern had already seen the nightly rush as the residents of the hamlet would flock in for a supper of vegetable stew before rushing back to their homes. Even behind the walls of their hamlet, guarded by devices of steam and automation the people of Minevorska did not sleep easy. Addilyn never blamed them; once the sun went down and the shrieks of demons and undead filled the air, nowhere, not even in town, was safe. In the tavern, the fire was all but cinders, a few flecks of the dying log still burned with a red glow. The lanterns swayed with a dim flame, basking the corners of the common room in shadow. Outside, the snow picked up, a fog of white against a blood red sky. Addilyn could hardly see beyond the window, the storm was growing, as was the darkness. A few of the hamlet’s residents remained in the tavern, bleeding the last of the kegs dry as they discussed business. Sometimes Addilyn felt like they were staring, making quiet judgement about her. She was reminded of her fight in the church, and the first impression she must have left on the residents as she was carried to the quarters. They had to have known, a girl who had soiled herself being carried through a chamber full of people. Addilyn dwelled on it too much; She had wanted to forge her place as the towns saviour in their darkest hour. The towns people would speak of her in only the most heroic fashion, telling tales of her bravery during the attack on the church. But that was all a dream, Addilyn had forged her place among the people of Minevorska... as the girl who had shit herself, the girl who whimpered and cowered with the others while the real heroes took the glory. It was a depressing, but not deterring thought, one that made her soul feel empty. “I don’t believe it one bit!” One of the men said with a gruff accent. He wiped the ale from his long beard and slammed his flagon down. “Them defenses outside would’ve scared the fucker away right quick!” Suddenly, practicing incantations did not seem so interesting to Addilyn. The tales and rumours drew her to them like a moth to a flame. She drew her focus toward the conversation at the other table, shifting herself along the chair to get closer. “Don’t believe me, do ya not?” The second man had a more crooked accent, a foreigner in these lands. “We saw it, horrible shaggy bastard roaming about on the outskirts of the town." “Didn’t think to report that to the paladin’s, did you?” The foreigner cackled. “‘Course we did! Nowhere to be seen when they sent one or two of the holy lads over. Buggered off under the wall and back into the forest!” The first man did not sound impressed with the story. “So you scared off a wolf pup? That’s worthy of a story, is it?” “Well… what’s a story wi’out a kicker?” The foreigner leant in. “Saw it again tonight. Big dark eyes, beastly thing with four legs sittin’ in the black, starin’. Sorta like those ugly bastards we saw scattered around the church. Ya know, the dogs.” He sat back, smirking. “You’re welcome to go take a peek if you think I’m tellin’ you shit.” The bearded man chuckled before reaching for his flagon. “I don’t need to. It’s a wolf pup, no doubt. Small enough to fit through that wall and is probably looking for it’s mother.” Their conversation dwindled into something less interesting; a discussion on fortification, nothing interesting. “Something lurking in the shadows…” Addilyn muttered. She stared out through the frosted panes toward the small area of empty land behind the tavern. It was blacker than the abyss out there. Stories had been going around of things creeping over the wall. Rogue beasts, wolves, demons, the story changed with every person who told it, each giving their own account of what they’d either seen or were told until it became a web of absurd rumours and speculation. That never stopped Addilyn from believing them though. She anxiously sipped the last of her juice and pushed the flagon away. She was not sure if it was the fatigue from spellcasting, but during her practice she had felt the weight of her bladder lingering. Addilyn sighed; she’d pushed the feelings to the back of her mind, putting it off for as long as she could. She’d lost count of the juice she had drank, two cups? Three? Spell practice often left her with a strong thirst, and on some days a full bladder. With the lavatory out of commission, when nature called there was nowhere to go but outside, behind the tavern. There had been the bowls Wanda had been so kind as to offer people. A sort of last resort for relief. The innkeep’s wife had thought it for the best that nobody ventured out into the cold in the dead of night as rumours persisted through the town. But Addilyn didn't like that option, especially after an accidental encounter with Franziska when the monster hunter had stormed in while she was relieving herself... shamelessly into a porcelain bath. Addilyn never liked making her water in the company of others, she was always a shy girl and now she shared a room with two other girls; There was nowhere private for her to do it in a bowl. If she went out into the corridor, she risked waking the whole upstairs with the sound, if she did it in the room, the sound would wake Lucina. She has been practicing all day with the Paladins, surely she's unconscious. She's not going to hear if I used the bowl. Fearfully, Addilyn looked out into the darkness of the town. I really don't want to go out there. What if they're right, what if something is lurking out there? She could picture a hideous creature out in those shadows, hiding away from the watchful eyes of the Paladins. Stories always got to her, they left her thinking, always fearing the worst. Now, looking outside, all Addilyn could think of was the horrors of the shadows, whatever they were. She hated to do it, but the fullness of her bladder urged Addilyn towards the bowl beneath her bed, somewhere safe where she could relieve herself. It was a fair thought. She took a deep breath and made her way upstairs. On her way, Addilyn passed Margo’s room. A candle burned inside as the little engineer was soundly sleeping, cuddled into Andi who lay behind her. “Ah, Ms. Addilyn.” Andi had noticed, the mechanical girl smiled. “Andi, you’re still awake.” Addilyn returned her smile. She composed herself, keeping her legs steady to avoid bouncing up and down in a childish potty dance. She tensed her muscles and stood still, ignoring the urges. Andi nodded. “Mother was having some difficulty sleeping. I’m staying awake to comfort her.” Suddenly, Margo began whimpering in her sleep, muttering the name Sara as sadness sunk into her sleeping face. “It’s okay, mother.” Andi spoke softly, rubbing Margo’s head until the little engineer settled back into a quiet snore. She didn't wish to get caught up in conversation. Nature called, urgently. Addilyn nodded to Andi and continued on toward the last door. The door opened quietly; Addilyn did everything she could to not stir Lucina’s slumber. The silver-haired warrior lay asleep on her bed, wrapped in her blanket. She was in a deep sleep, her loud, monstrous snores nearly shook the brittle floorboards. This would be easy. Hopefully. Addilyn crept along the floorboards toward her bed and bent down, grimacing as she felt the pressure being put on her full bladder. A small ceramic bowl, larger than a soup bowl sat beneath the bed right beside a pile of fresh sheets. Addilyn pulled the bowl out slowly. A receptacle for relief right in her hands. She held it for a moment, staring cautiously over to the sleeping Lucina. Right. She thought, sitting the bowl down gently on the floor. I just need to undo my shorts. She undid her belt, moving as slowly as she could to avoid making any noise. squat down. She crouched down, hovering herself over the bowl. pee, and empty the bowl… all without waking up Lucina. That was the hard part, even with her shorts down, Addilyn couldn’t pee. Her body seized up knowing another girl was sleeping just a few feet away. Ooh, she’s going to hear it. It’s going to echo through the room and wake her. She tensed up between the legs, her body denying her bladder relief. She stared down and sighed with frustration. The bed creaked, a drowsy mumble murmured. “Who…” Lucina, half-asleep, asked to nobody. Heat rushed to her cheeks, her heart pounded, Addilyn wanted to scream. Acting purely on instinct she rushed to pull her knickers back up and kicked the bowl back beneath the bed. “Ah, Lucina! I-It’s j-just me!” Addilyn sputtered, struggling to put the words together. Lucina rubbed her eyes and turned in her bed. “Addilyn… ah, you’re retiring to bed?” She said with a weary groan. “H-Ha, n-no. I-I just c-came to g-get some-something!” Addilyn pretended to root around beneath the bed, fondling the air in a pathetic attempt to feign a search. “Ha! I-I’ve got it.” She rose to her feet, and forgetting that, in a panicked hurry, she’d only pulled up her knickers, Addilyn collapsed to the floor with a thud. Her shorts were still draped around her boots. "Hehe... belt came undone." She tried to laugh it off. I hope I didn't leak... She hadn't, still dry, thankfully. Closing the door behind her, Addilyn bent down to her knees and pushed her hands against her maidenhood once again. She couldn’t make her water in there, she couldn’t do it out here, and she couldn’t use the lavatory. Was there somewhere, anywhere else she could go? There's a basin down in the bathing room...could I? No! She shook the thoughts of peeing in the sink from her head. No! No! No! What kind of disgusting girl makes her water in a sink!? She sighed, there was only one place she could go at a time like this; and with a nervous glance out into the night, Addilyn knew she had no choice but to go behind the tavern. Yura had asked curiously where the bard was going this late with a lantern in her hand. Addilyn didn’t answer and rushed out onto the steps of the tavern. She felt herself stop, her feet wouldn’t move beyond the small cover by the steps. The streets were dark, snow fell from the sky, and there was no life to be found. All she had to do was take a few steps down, head around the tavern, relieve herself and head back, but staring into the pitch black night, the uneasy silence tempered with nothing but shadows; it made Addilyn freeze. She felt safe in the tavern with the fire and lights, nothing would get her there… but out here. She whimpered and after making sure nobody was around, crossed her legs. Addilyn gazed out into the darkness, squeezing her legs tighter, letting out a faint whimper as her maidenhood burned. This is exactly what Franziska means when she says you need to be fearless. The brave voice in Addilyn’s mind said. It was her own voice as it always was. Look at you, crossed legged and whimpering like a little girl who's about to wet herself because you can’t take a lantern and pee out in the dark. You’re not even fearless enough to pee in a pot in there. The voice grew more mocking. I can’t let another girl hear me tinkling into a bowl. “It’s embarrassing.” Addilyn squeezed her legs so tightly it almost hurt. She bent down and sat on the steps to the tavern. She hoped nobody would see as she calmly rested her hands between her legs, pushing against herself. “Besides… I heard them, something’s wandering around in the darkness. They said it was behind the tavern before vanishing.” So what? You’re a fighter, you’re not meant to let things like that scare you. You came to this cursed isle of your own volition! You’re one of the protectors of this town now! What kind of protector are you if you’d rather wet yourself than go out in the dark!? The voice may have been her own, but it spoke cruelly. Addilyn peered down the street; she saw the farmstead, an outline of the farmhouse hidden away by the black shadows. A small light came from the tower by the gate and inside Addilyn could make out a feminine figure. It had to be Franziska, who’d bravely offered to do one of the night patrols for Alexandr. What would Franziska say if she saw you right now, cross-legged and whimpering for the privy? “She’d tell me to be braver than this…” Addilyn muttered sadly to herself. “If I can’t even walk out into the dark… how am I going to fight a demon?” Addilyn began clutching her rapier. “That’s right… I said I’d be braver… what kind of hero would I be if I let the darkness get to me so easily?” Slowly, she rose to her feet. Suddenly, the darkness did not look so dark and Addilyn took her first steps out into the dark streets. It always felt like something was out there, watching every step she took, waiting for a moment of weakness. That’s what unsettled her the most; there was never a greater sign of weakness than when a person was relieving themselves. Broden always told her that. “You’re always weakest when you’re squatting in the forest.” He’d say playfully, keeping a serious tone about him. “Wouldn’t want to be nabbed while taking a dump, would you?” She missed his crude sense of humour. Maybe one day, she’d see him again; as the hero who defeated the curse of Oldengrad, a thought that kept the darkness away and the fear in her heart dimmed. The cold did her bladder no good; Addilyn shivered, but there was always a painful, persistent warmth stirring between her legs. Everything she had done since getting up from her seat had done nothing but aggravate her bladder. She’d already been on the verge of relief once. The fear made her feel loose, like she could leak at any moment. She walked slowly through the snow, one hand on the lantern, the other between her legs to keep her river from flowing. The sounds of crunching beneath her boots moved with a slow, uneasy pace. Addilyn hated the dark, even in town she didn’t feel safe. The portal, with it's chains dug into the ruins of the church hung over the town, harpies swooping in the night and screeching. A ghastly demonic screech echoed through the air, frightening the bard as she began hastening her steps. The sooner she relieved herself, the sooner she'd back in the warm comfort of the tavern. Maybe it was the slow speed at which she walked, maybe it was the fear that engulfed her like darkness engulfed the town, or maybe it was just the feeling of her full bladder with each step she took, but the walk felt endless, like an eternity. Behind the tavern was an old tin boiler, rusted and neglected, but still functional. Some of the snow around it had melted away from the heat it gave off. There were two houses on the west side of the tavern, separating the rear of the tavern from the street. There were no lights on, nobody would see her here. Nobody would notice an unsuspecting girl squatting to make her water here. Addilyn sat the lantern down on an empty barrel by her side and began to lift her dress. A sound nearby, like tepid footsteps moving cautiously, caught the bards attention. She froze, her dressed hoisted over her arms as she looked out into the shadows with a fearful gaze. “It’s nothing. My imagination playing tricks on me.” Addilyn said to comfort herself. "There is no way anything could get through that wall." She hiked up her dress, pulled down her shorts, and nervously squatted in the snow. She took a deep breath and relaxed, granting her bladder relief. She could feel the cold numbing her bare backside. In the silence, a quiet pattering began to fill the air. A sense of relief filled the young bard as her bladder emptied, a dark stream pittled from between her legs, yellowing the snow around her boots. “Uuu…” Addilyn whimpered. She couldn’t enjoy the relief she was feeling, it was overshadowed with fear as she glanced around the shadows, stopping only to peer down at the growing puddle beneath her legs. “Hmm~” She allowed herself one sigh of pleasure, watching as the spurt between her legs intensified, spraying the snow. The snow between her feet melted, the quiet tinkling turned to a loud splattering as her stream struck the now revealed dirt. The heat of her water rose, gently warming the bards legs. Footsteps again. This time, Addilyn was certain she saw something, a beastly silhouette that stood still the moment she looked over, like it knew she was watching. Her heart began racing, she thought about pulling up her shorts and running; she didn’t even care if she’d piss herself, she wouldn’t care if she stumbled down into the tavern, piss cascading down her thighs if it meant she could escape the gaze of whatever was watching her. Something definitely moved, Addilyn saw, and it was moving closer to her. Riddled with fear, she pulled up her shorts, her bladder still unrelieved as she began to feel the warmth of her stream filling her shorts. They grew heavy quickly as Addilyn pulled them back up, her thighs and maidenhood now soaked with her pee as she failed to stop her water. She ignored the growing warmth in her knickers, pooling between her legs and washing her lower lips. She had to ignore it, she needed to grab her rapier and defend herself. The beast was moving faster through the darkness, toward her. Addilyn grabbed her rapier and lifted it in a defensive stance. Something warm was running down her legs, she caught a glimpse of her pee, glistening in the lanterns glow as it ran down her bare legs. No, I won’t let it bother me this time. The beast was closer; She could see it’s features more closely now, four legs and a maw that bore sharp yellow teeth beneath a set of dark red eyes. Addilyn grasped her rapier nervously, clutching it tightly in her hand. This was it, when the beast would lunge, Addilyn would strike, just like Franziska had taught her. Ease up! Don't let your feet stop! Keep a firm grip on the hilt! She repeated the words Franziska had yelled aboard the Natalya religiously. Weave, stride, strike, repeat! A dire wolf pup, larger and more ferocious than a mainland wolf, wandered into the light. Addilyn stared the beast down, rapier in-hand, ignoring the wetness growing between her legs. It’s eyes were red, a sign that it was berzerk, driven mad by the powerful magic of the red moon. The wolf snarled, bearing it's fangs, white breath filling the air as it sized up the young bard. Addilyn stood ready, rapier out in a defensive stance. She wasn't ready when the wolf leapt for her, launching itself on it's hind legs toward the bard. All she had to do was move to the side and strike the wolf with one attack, but she couldn't. The wolf moved quickly, faster than she had expected. In surprise, Addilyn was frozen, too sluggish to properly counter the wolf's lunge. She didn't even notice the wolf was already atop her, knocking her to the ground with force. She felt the warmth as her wet shorts pressed against her backside. It landed atop her, a beast of thick fur and a deathly stench atop her frail, frightened body. Addilyn used all of her strength to keep off the snarling beast that went for her neck. She wanted to scream but fear had grasped her throat. She was alone, nobody was coming, nobody had heard. This fight was her own. She had to think fast, something, anything to keep the wolf from her neck... and then she remembered; There was a last resort, one Addilyn did not use unless absolutely necessary; The cursed sign of Tsereteli was not something to be used with trivial intent, but she had no choice. Quickly, with a struggle to fend off the attacking wolf, she readied the spell, no, the curse. She felt a burning in her left arm as she channeled it, her palm grew as hot as hellfire. Time felt like it froze, the cold winter became as hot as the burning hells as Addilyn spoke the cursed incantation she so rarely cast: Signum en Lupus. She placed a hand atop the wolfs head and cast the incantation. The wolf stopped, growing passive as it’s eyes began to glow a bright gold; From a ravenous feral wolf to a timid puppy, the wolf jumped off the bard and whimpered, lowering it's head like a submissive child. She'd done it. “H-Hi.” Addilyn put her hand out slowly, letting the dire wolf sniff it. It’s tail rose and the wolf sat, tilting it’s head. After a second, the wolf rose to its feet and moved behind her, sniffing curiously around her wet shorts. “Ahh...hey, hey… You can’t do that to people. That’s not how we say hi!” She felt a flush in her cheeks. Gently, she pushed away the curious wolf, who’d taken a fondness in trying to sniff her backside. “Though you don’t see me as people, do you? You recognize me now… like this.” The dire wolf didn’t understand, it’s head tilted further. “You can’t stay here, the other’s aren’t like me.” The wolf did nothing, it sat by her side and yawned. A howl echoed through the trees, nabbing the pups attention as it’s ears pricked up. “Your family misses you.” Addilyn pet the wolf, smiling as she gestured back to the woods. As if it was a command, the dire wolf ran back into the shadows, vanishing into the night, back to it’s family. And now Addilyn had to face the cold, wet truth as she stared down at her soggy shorts. She sighed, frowning at the darkened fabric that clung to her body. I wet myself again… She tried to be brave, she really did, but it didn’t stop her. To Addilyn, this felt like a failure, she’d let fear get the best of her again. It reminded Addilyn of something Franziska had said just two nights ago. “When I went to... take a piss earlier, that thing, that portal that appeared, it caught me by surprise. Fear ran through me and before I knew it, I was so paralyzed by fear, that I was... pissing myself." Franziska had spoken so boldly, even for something so embarrassing she accepted that it happened, and that she was no weaker for it. "I saw that giant portal and those chains manifest from thin air, and stricken with panic, I couldn’t hold myself. So no it isn’t snow. I...fear-stricken...pissed myself.” Lying in that bed, that was the moment Addilyn had said she'd be better, that she wouldn't let the small things get to her. “Not this time…” Addilyn holstered her rapier and shook her head. Her heart was pounding, even in the cold she felt a sweat. “I didn’t run away this time, I didn’t cower, I held my ground.” Suddenly, she didn't feel so scared. A surge of bravery warmed her blood. The night did not seem so dark, the cold did not seem so chilling, the monsters around her did not feel so threatening. "I am Addilyn Tsereteli, wanderer of the Caravarni, and soon... the hero of Oldengrad." The bard got back to her feet. "The next time, I'll be ready." She headed back into the tavern, where a quick bath and bed were waiting.
  16. This is a long pee from home very desperation and needing to go bad. I did not go to rest rooms before I left the second bar and needed to go a little. Then when I was home I had a full bottle of water and I was hurting needing to go bad. This was in the same night too. VID_20180510_022326267.mp4
  17. This was the second time at the same bar and desperation. I still had to go after going to first time. I had two beers in me and was desperation needing to go bad. I did not think the pee would be this long but beers makes me pee so much and need to go so bad. longbar pee part 2.mp4
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    This is a very long pee I had at a bar. This is the second bar I was at when I took this pee. I had drank some water before going out and I had 3 beers at the first bar and held it in. When I got to the second bar I really had to pee bad. I didn't know I had so much in me and I can go so long it felt great letting this go. I love taking long pees at bars. Very long bar pee.mp4
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    female Male fast long pee out

    I was holding it a few hours again and really needed go. This is a very long pee from me and fast coming out of me. This is not my longest pee. out long fast pee.mp4
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    You play a student called Reguma who wakes up in a strange world filled with monsters. After escaping to the nearest town, you run into one of your classmates, nicknamed Hamuko. For some weird reason, Hamuko has the power to fight the monsters! You travel around with her and battle and meet some other classmates, and team up to try and figure out how to get back to your homeworld! Description shamelessly stolen from Riablog ^_^. Basically, it's this thing, but now it's completely translated and ready to be played by those who couldn't enjoy the original japanese version to the full extent. If you didn't realize it already, this game is made by 青くらげ, the one who made a 210 pages long manga Tokonatsu!Hamuko-chan, which is the longest desperation manga I’ve ever seen so far. If you didn’t see it yet, go and read it right now. Now there is a game centered on the same characters, and even the demo rivals the biggest of currently released games in terms of playtime, diversity of events and – most importantly – custom-made content. So go play it! NOW! System Requirements RPG Maker XP RTP. If you ask me where to get it, I'll kill you redirect you to the frist link Google gives you. Japanese system locale. Last screenshot shows how to set it up. Locale emulators should probably work too.

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  21. 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
  22. Version 1.0.0

    Finally, my popular cartoon character and avatar Trina is starring in her own original omorashi adventure. This plucky young lass doesn't mind letting you all be an actual fly-on-the-wall during her annual physical. This includes an array of tests that require her to disrobe and hold a bursting bladder. Trina had planned a smooth afternoon appointment but they're behind schedule and the ultrasound machine is in use, so before she can relieve herself she'll be poked and prodded, measured and examined without a stitch of clothing protecting her modesty. All the while her bladder gets fuller and fuller, and her stomach being empty by contrast for her blood sample has made her irritable. Will Trina's patience run out before her bladder's? This is a completely original story with plenty of desperation, nudity and peeing - lots of peeing. There are 35 pages, one of which has an animation of her spurting onto the table. I know this is slightly more expensive than the usual comics and doesn't have the same text previews, but Trina and this first story I've illustrated at her expense were crafted specifically for folks like us. The love has been felt and the wonderful support you all give me/us, both critically and financially, will definitely keep it flowing back out. Please leave reviews but don't spoil the finer details of this little escapade for new viewers. Thank you all for your patience and patronage!

    $4.99

  23. Rainyday

    Cola Crusade

    COLA CRUSADE: THE EXCITING ADVENTURE A short (hopefully short) illustrated interactive in the same style as Lillica Quest (Go read it if you haven't!). I haven't been able to draw in the past few months because of technical issues, so I decided to do this to get unrusty without committing as much as Lillica Quest Chapter 2 would involve. there is a small chance this could get longer than intended too Rules and pointers: Now, to start. ========================================================================== ========================================================================== ========================================================================== MORNING (Uuuuu...) It's morning. In the corner of the room, you hear the ticking of a large clock, and you're more than aware of every second that passes as you try not to squirm. The queue is moving at an average pace - well, average as far as bank queues go - but to you it feels agonizingly slow. All too aware that you're in public, you try and stand still, legs firmly together as you shuffle forward bit by bit. You're a grown girl, so you can hold out. Good morning, Cola Sharp. Yes. Cola Sharp. Actually Colette, but nobody calls you that. You're Cola. A normal, charming girl who is happy doing her own thing, but tries to be a bit stylish. Outspoken and upfront with a small but fierce fire in your spirit, only held back by your self consciousness. Cute enough that you've been asked out more than a few times - but, well, you're still figuring out your standards there. Average at school. No special magic ability or genius intellect. Just someone who's doing her best. How did you end up in this position? Well... It started with a deal. The trendy cafe on the way to school recently introduced a new drink to its menu: the extra-extra-extra large superfrost flavormix punch. A drink so huge, so icy and so intense that it boasted nobody alive could finish it in under five minutes. Of course-- --that was a challenge. Not something you'd have tried yourself, but one of your classmates said that he had a score to settle with the cafe owner, so he really wanted to find someone who could beat the challenge, and if you did, he knew there was a certain rare item of his that you really wanted for some time... A free drink, and a prize? Too good to pass up. And so, you did it. Well, the claims about the drink were no joke. It was tasty, sure, but your tongue had already gone numb within the first two minutes - and most of all, it was a lot. For the faintest moment, between gulping everything down, you were almost worried that you wouldn't be able to do it, but you pushed through, and not a moment too soon, successfully swallowed the last drop, leaning back in triumph. That's right. Something as simple as a big drink wouldn't defeat Cola Sharp! ... ..... And now, fifty minutes later, you're lining up at the bank to collect your prize, and the secondary effect of drinking that much liquid has hit you in full swing. You don't really need to say what it is, right? A girl can't say things like that, and well, it's obvious enough. ...Well, okay. You really need the bathroom now. You badly need it. Where did your body even manage to keep all that fluid? If you think about how big that cup was compared to you- no, don't think of that. Not the time. Doing all you can to not hop up and down, clenching your fists, you wait for the queue to finish-- "Cola. Hey, Cola." "Huh-?" "What are you spaced out for? I got it." "!!!" The prize! Inside that small box was what would make this whole thing worth it. Gracefully accepting it, you carefully pull the lid open... "----!!" You couldn't believe it - it was even better in person. It had an indescribable regal air to it, there were all sorts of details that the magazine pictures didn't do justice to, and you couldn't wait to get home after school today and try it out. "I can have this? Is this really okay?!" You look up, beaming widely. "All I did was finish of a drink..." "Trust me, Cola, you did me a big favor today." Your classmate, Risto, replies. "No takebacks, then. I'm not giving this back to you now even if you ask." After admiring it for a few more moments (or maybe a few more minutes), you finally close the lid, and shiver as you remember something else important you had to do now. "Umm, so, thanks for everything. I'm just going to head off on my own now and I'll see you in school, okay? Bye and-" CRASH----------!! You hear a very loud sound coming from the first floor of the bank, followed by a lot of slightly worrying smaller sounds. There's some shouting, but too muffled for you to make out the words. Everyone around you looks confused and worried. You... have a bad feeling about this. >Go down and check out the noises (You are currently on the third floor) >Go down and check the noises, but bring Risto >Ignore them and try to find the bathroom >Other: ______________
  24. Dimwitrolo

    Bored and in my Bedroom

    Hey Nerds! I'm Jessie, and I'm bored! Completely Bored. Like absolutely bored. I got a week off work, but all my plans kinda fell through. And now into day two, I'm bored out my mind. I figured you guys could tell me what to do! yes I agree, it was an excellent idea. Not really too many limits, so long as you keep it in the realm of reality! Oh, and don't make the first response be 'Uuu get nekkid', because it ain't going to happen! Straight away, at least... And GO!
  25. Something i have a big problem with is denying someone else the bathroom. I feel that because of my sexual interest of pee, i have to be extra liberal when i have the authority to deny someone a bathroom. For example, i used to work as a security guard. Some of the work sites i was at had restricted bathrooms to the public. I always did my best to try to permit people in need of going to go, unless explicitly told not to by my boss. To me, it just feels wrong to deny the bathroom to someone who needs to pee, especially a female because it feels like i'm doing what i enjoy sexually on an unwilling person. My question is, how do you feel when you have to deny someone the bathroom? Also, there are certain environments where you get authority to deny bathrooms, such as a school teacher, when you're driving with multiple people etc. Do you think we as omorashi fetishists need to be more lenient than the average person when letting people use bathrooms, or do you believe we can be as restrictive as we like? My opinion is that as people who take pleasure in seeing people need to pee need to be as lenient as possible when permitting others to use the bathroom. They should only deny it to people with a good reason. None of this "You should have gone earlier." crap. Also, i believe that if we were to deny someone the bathroom, explicitly just to get the enjoyment from their desperation, that's very wrong, akin to sexual harassment. Interested in hearing everyone's thoughts.