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  1. Meowth

    Live Action Omorashi

    I've noticed a lot of threads about people holding it, and then posting what is happening to them as time passes. I've decided to consolidate this into a single thread in order to keep the board from getting cluttered. I will keep this short and sweet. Basically, if you're holding it right now and you want an audience, go ahead and post in this thread. Mention things such as your level of desperation and provide as many details as you can. While I would prefer all live action stuff to go in this thread, that doesn't mean you are obligated to do it. If you would rather, you could always hold it, do what needs to be done, and then post a separate thread about what happened. This is subject to change as questions and problems arise.
  2. Alex Oxford

    female The FaceTime

    So, as I’m sure many of you here can relate, I’m a big fan of the pee dance. Like, a big fan. For me, it’s not desperation unless there’s a little bit of restlessness; and when a pretty girls bladder is full to the point she’s physically dancing around to keep from peeing herself..... ugh, it’s awesome. With that said, I was very fortunate to have a girlfriend awhile back who, not only was accepting of my fetish, but also indulged me on a regular basis. We’ll call her Abby. She was a curvy latin girl, with curves in the right places. Most of my favorite experiences are with her, and she did some crazy stuff for me that I kno you will all appreciate hearing about. As she found out the specifics of what made me tick, Abby began to actually target my fetish to arouse me. She’s get in the car after work, and tell me how bad she had to pee during the day. She farted of casually, occasionally throwing out an account of desperation here and there that I could save for later. But one day, things escalated. I was messaging her on Snapchat, asking what she was doing. The coversating went something like this- Abby: Just hanging out at home. Just got back from work, kinda have to pee. Me: 😏 Abby: Is there something you’re trying to say? 😏 Me: How desperate are you, on a scale of 1- 10? Abby: Ehhh, like a 5 or 6. I could probably hold it a little longer. Me: Well maybe you should 😉 Abby: You really want me to? Me: Duh 😉 Abby: You’re lucky I like you 😉 Me: Lol wait I was just kidding 😂 Abby: Nah, I’m gonna hold it, maybe i’ll See what all the hype is about 😂 So she did. We chatted on and off throughout the evening, and she apparently continued to hold. After awhile, I had to ask, because it was killing me inside.... Me: So how you holding up? Abby: Well I’m almost done cleaning my room. Me: No not that, the pee thing. Abby: Oh, silly. I’m pretty uncomfortable actually, I have to pee pretty bad. Me: How bad? Abby: Like an 8 or 9, I’m probably going to go pee soon. Me: You could hold it a little longer 😉 Abby: Yeah but not by much.... I was drooling at this point. Unfortunately I wasn’t there to see it, but I needed details. So I got bolder. Me: Are you dancing around? Abby: Dancing? Me: Yeah, you know, the dance you do when you really have to pee? 😉 Abby: I guess you could say that 😉 Me: What are you wearing? Abby: Well, I’m actually wearing this cute dress. It’s really frilly. Me: So, what does your dance look like?..... Abby: You want me to describe it for you? Me: It would actually be awesome if you did that ❤️ Abby: Well, I’m cleaning my room trying to keep busy, but it’s not doing much to distract me at this point. I’m crossing my legs when I’m standing still, and I kind of twirl my hips back and forth so my dress flies around a little bit. Me: Are you stepping from foot to foot? 😉 Abby: A little bit, it helps actually. Me: You should show me, through Snapchat 😜 Abby: You really want me to? 😂 I look like a doofus. Me: Well I think you look hot as hell. She was silent for a moment. About 10 minutes actually. I was aroused as all hell, and I wanted to see something I’d never seen in person. Abby: You’re lucky I like you, and I will do his for you. But just know, this is one of the weirdest things you’ve ever asked me to do. Me: You don’t have to if you dont want to, I don’t want to pressure you.... Abby: No no, it’s just, it’s not something I’ve been comfortable sharing before. I usually go pee by now. Me: Well if it’s any consolation to you, I don’t think you’re weird for pee dancing. Abby: Geeeee thanks 😂 She sent me a series of pictures of her crossing her legs, bent over, biting er lip, with a hand in the crotch of er dress. It seemed like she was warming up to it, but it wasn’t until she sent me a short 10 second video that I knew she was really feeling it. The video was of her, dancing in place, with a hand gripping her dress, as she smiled and giggled on camera, while simultaneously trying not to pee herself. At the end of the video, she whispered, “is this what you wanted?” I was ecstatic. She was getting into it, despite being uncomfortable. She was teasing me, and keeping herself from peeing because I asked her. Damn, I was in heaven. Me: That was incredible. Abby: Did you like my high knees? 😉 I really have to pee, it helps me keep it in. Me: Maybe I could help you keep it in? Abby: How would you do that? 😉 Well, it was worth a shot. Why the hell not. Me: How about FaceTime? Abby: Ummmmmm.... Me: Only if you’re comfortable..... Abby: It’s not that. It’s just, I won’t e able to keep my phone steady. I’m dancing in front of my bathroom rn, I have to pee sooooo bad. Me: All the more reason you need my help huh? 😉 Abby: Lol 😂 okay, only if you promise to help 💀 Me: YEAH SURE I’M THE GUY. Silence. For maybe 10 more minutes. Another 5 minutes. Another 5. I was a little disappointed, as I thought she had peed. But all of a sudden.... ”Abby would like to FaceTime” *DING* There she was, standing in front of her full body mirror, dancing in front of her mirror while filming herself. ”I’m so sorry!!!” She apologized, “As I was coming back up the stairs, my mom stopped me and asked me to do the dishes....” ”Oh god, that must’ve been torture!” ”Oh it was,” she said in a sultry voice, crossing her legs and bobbing in place, “I started leaking a little bit. I was dancing and prancing and crossing my legs. Ugh, I almost wet myself.” She sneered as she coaxed me into irresistible arousal. “Are you still wet?” I asked, entranced. ”Oh definitely, most of my pee is sill in my bladder, slosssshing around....” she giggled, going into a curtsy as she hit her lip. I was speechless. I’d never seen anything like this before, an I felt like a king. She noticed the look of satisfaction on my face, and couldn’t help but capitalize on this moment to patronize me a little. ”You know, if you want, you can.... get off to me while I’m desperate.” She suggested. ”How about.... you don't get to pee till I finish?” I said mischievously. ”YOURE A BASTARD!” She cried I’ve the phone, dancing still, “But okay. Make it fast though, I don’t want to pee myself!” As you can imagine, I took my sweet ass time. She continued dancing and swaying and squirming on live feed, and I continued to pretend like I was going to get off in the next minute. She was swaying her ass back and forth, bobbing up and down, and stepping from foot to foot. My intention was, being the little shit that I am, to push her to the point she would be wetting herself. But she was doing too good a job of coaxing me.... ”Babe, I’m leaking, it’s coming down my legs. Are you almost done? I can’t stand still, my bladder is sooooo full....,” and then she crossed her legs, bit her lip, and whispered, “I’m going to have an accident.....” Needless to say, it was over pretty soon after that, and she couldn’t help but notice. ”There, I win. Time to peeeee!” ”Nononono wait wait-“ *CLICK* I laid on my bed, utterly dumbfounded, and quietly satisfied. My phone vibrated- Abby: I needed that 😉 Me: Me too 😉 Abby: You have no freaking idea how lucky you are. No actually, I did. I was hella lucky, a lot luckier than I’d been in awhile. For the duration of my relationship with her, I remained this lucky. She held for me in public on a number of occasions and would frequently share her desperation stories with me. Being lactose intolerant, there were a number of occasions where she indulged me in a “different” kind of account, very vividly. More than one pair of shorts came very close to being utterly and irreplaceabley desecrated on a number of occasions, either accidentally, or intentionally. I’ll definitely have to tell you about that sometime.
  3. 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
  4. About this - This story is a sequel to Uncomfortable Decisions. Give that a read if you haven't already! If you're short on time though, this story should make sense as a standalone. Even though it continues exactly where the previous one ended, I have kept the references to a minimum 🙂 ----------------------------------------------- While Mary was contemplating the pleasures of a long denied wee, her smart watch beeped to let her know Josh would be there to pick her up in 15minutes.Well, she certainly didn't want her boyfriend to enter that labyrinth of a parking lot. It would take them forever to get in and out in this Friday evening crowd. She had told him she'll meet him outside if she could. Dammit. She still had to get rid of her "coffee". She was cutting this close.Cursing silently she willed her flow to stop. She felt empty, but pee was still trickling out of her poor over tired bladder. After another 30s or so, she just cut it off and started wiping. As much as she wanted to finish this properly, she wanted to meet her boyfriend before he entered that lot and they were stuck forever. And, if she was honest, the thought of keeping a full bladder under control, again, was not unexciting. They were planning to stop for food soon anyway, she could finish up there. Or not. "We'll see how it goes", she murmured to herself while buttoning her jeans back, without any trouble this time. She hurriedly washed her hands and left to dispose her trash......Josh was hoping Mary wouldn't be waiting for him on the road. See, the thing is, when he was leaving office, the gents was closed for cleaning. He didn't really need to pee, not too bad anyway, so he left without bothering to wait. (I mean, since when do grown men queue outside toilets?)But now that he thought back to it, he hadn't peed since his lunch break. Which was at 1. And it was nearly 5 now; between his regular diet sodas, coffee and waters, he probably had about a litre and half of liquids sloshing inside him. He still wasn't desperate or anything, he could control his needs as long as he needed to, thank you very much. But a pee would have been damn nice. Like stretching to your full height after being cramped in an economy class flight seat for hours.He was hoping he could use the toilets in Mary's office or reception. In fact, he was positively looking forward to it. No, he didn't need to pee per se, he could wait until convenient, he was an adult with a large bladder capacity. But he really really would have liked to.Which is why he had to stifle a groan when he saw Mary standing beside the road, ready to go. He pressed his thighs together as he lent over to open the passenger door. Oh well, they would stop for food soon - that'll have to do. He wished he wasn't driving - keeping his thighs together and crossing his ankles felt nice. But he was a full grown adult - he wasn't a slave to his bladder. The situation was under control; they'll be in the cafe in no time at all. He'll be just fine. He kissed Mary hello and started driving while keeping his thighs as close together as possible. His bladder protested the further wait by pounding within his abdomen, but he refused to give in and ask Mary to drive. He was in control, not his bladder. As they fell in to an easy conversation, he managed to almost forget the building pressure against his pee-hole. ---------------------------------------------- Author's Note - I know this chapter is short, and contains no desperation. It'll get better, I promise 🙂 But I wanted to put something out there - it is too easy to procrastinate with writing unless I have something out here, and getting feedback ...
  5. Mary wants to run. Badly. But in her current state, waddling is the best she can manage. With thighs pressed really close together.The 5-feet tall, petite brunette's spinchter is giving up. The pressure's been relentless for the past hour or so. But she'll be damned if she wets her pants in office. She'll never live it down. She has to reach the restroom - it's just around the corner!At the thought of a restroom her bladder spasms. For a minute she forgets her shame and jams both her hands against her crotch, doubling over with the pain. Mary has never had to pee this badly in her life. Her last pee was before she started for that stupid lunch meeting with her client. That was around 10:30. And it is nearly 4:30 now. 6 hours. A couple glasses of wine, a few cups of coffee and some bottles of water later, her body is losing the battle. But she refuses to give up. She's wearing her favorite blue denims today - no way she's ruining it. Though the body hugging jeans are doing her bladder no favors right now. She's so close! With a Herculean effort she manages to regain some semblance of control. Thank goodness she's not wearing her high heels today - the practical black wedges at least makes waddling towards the rest room easier. Praying for an empty bathroom, she continues her tortured walk towards the relief which has proven so elusive today.----Like the cautious girl she is, she had emptied her bladder before leaving for the lunch. It is an hour's drive to the client's office in late morning traffic, and though she hardly felt any need, she wasn't going to risk it. She left early, at 10;30. It was a good thing she did - there was a pile up enroute, delaying her quite a bit. By the time she reached, her couple of large morning coffees had started hitting her bladder, and she would have used the restroom out of an abundance of caution (always her mantra) if she had a chance. But Keith was already waiting in the lobby and immediately drew her in to a discussion about the latest ad-designs she had provided for their next marketing campaign. She didn't want to interrupt the discussion with a break-request (what with her being late and all), so she allowed Keith to guide her towards his car and drive them to the restaurant where the rest of the marketing team was waiting. Her need to pee wasn't urgent or anything anyway. She could take care of it at the restaurant.The meal went great. There were lots of useful feedback for Mary, and she finally felt she understood what the clients needed (they all know what they want, the trick is figuring out what they actually need, ain't it?). Her bosses would be pleased. She was so engrossed in conversations, that she didn't even remember her urge to pee. The fact that nobody else excused themselves from the table would have made it difficult for the rather shy woman to do so anyway - so that was probably for the best. In fact, her bladder didn't trouble her at all till she was back in her car.As soon as she pulled out of the parking lot, the two glasses of wine and the bottle of water she had consumed at lunch hit her. Her need to pee had increased to a 5/10. Under normal circumstances she would definitely have taken a leak. But it was too embarrassing to go back in, asking for a toilet. A 28-year old woman ought to be able to control her urges for an hour, no? So she started driving back, bravely (and as it turned out, pretty foolishly).----Her urges increased consistently during the drive, and though the roads were clear this time, the drive back was pretty uncomfortable. As she entered the parking garage, she calculated it was now 4hrs since her last pee. Even under normal circumstances, she would have been pretty uncomfortable by now. But that last glass of wine seems to have really stretched her bladder. She hadn't planned on drinking more than one glass - after finishing her first, she had switched to water (and finished a couple glasses she might add). But then Keith had called for a toast at the end of the meal - and she couldn't very well refuse that, could she? Add to that the two large coffees she had chugged down in the morning (which apparently hadn't made it's way to her bladder by 10:30), and the nearly empty half litre bottle in her car (hey, she was bored in traffic while going, and thirsty from the alcohol while coming back), no wonder her bladder seemed ready to pop. She looked forward to taking a long piss as soon as she reached the office. Why did her office parking had to be at the damn last level of this labyrinthe parking lot? Damn these business parks and their shared buildings.Finally she found her spot and parked. The thought of a restroom made her urge a little worse. She gave herself a quick squeeze to regain her composure and walked out of the car. Standing up was torture (or so she thought then; oh little did she know what true desperation feels like), and she quickly crossed her legs. The wave passed and she was able to walk to the elevators with relative ease. Waiting for the doors to open, shuffling from foot to foot, she toyed with the idea of using the washrooms in the lobby (would be faster than waiting to get to her 20th floor office), but decided she wasn't in so bad a shape as to warrant such desperate measures. She simply crossed her legs and waited.-----She entered her office at 2:40 (no, the elevator hadn't broken down, or stopped at each floor; she was thanking her lucky stars for her now imminent relief) and immediately started walking towards the toilets. She was a 7/10 now, and the only thing on her mind was a bathroom break, and the sweet sweet relief it would be to finally empty her distended bladder. Just thinking of it made her have to press her thighs together, and only the embarrassment of her colleagues finding out about her predicament kept her from doing a pee-pee dance. Ah, the pleasures of the porcelain throne! ----------------------------------- Author's Note - I have been agonizing over, and re-writing, my first fic. for a while now. Today I decided to take the plunge and post it, even though the story is incomplete and far from perfect. I mean, unless I put it out there and get some feedback, how am I ever gonna improve? So please do leave comments/suggestions/feedbacks you may have, even if it is to say you're not interested in reading more about Mary 🙂
  6. Chapman

    Toilet Wars (Trial Version)

    Version 1.01

    841 downloads

    Where do I even start? This is one hell of an ambitious RPG by a Japanese dev known as Beard. Warning Edit (Glitches I've encountered and how to overcome them): The first glitch, which many of us will encounter due to not being able to read japanese, starts at chapter 3 when we explore the bottom building of the ruined/smelly town south of the catherdal. DO NOT GO INTO THE BUILDING OR YOU WILL GET STUCK. Make a save before entering, then enter the hideout in the top floor of church building behind the counter. Go to the mayor's building left-most door at bottom left of the town with the two towers, find a lady at top floor. Then head back to the train station and into the staircase. Which then may lead us to glitch #2. Glitch #2: The readhead village sword girl has a mandatory wetting and needs to wash herself/her panties if she is to even be useful again. I'm not sure of the exact process though you can check beard's twitter replies to find out the exact details but what i did was that i unequipped her sword to equip a water tome and then casted the washing spell, water icon without mp cost in second category of skills section. If that doesn't work, you have to go into a random encounter/fight and experiment and clean her. Once you do, then you can change her panties in the toilet/restroom and continue on from there. And that should be more or less the gist of chapter 3 and the important glitches to deal with that I also went through. Hopefully the patch will come soon this weekend and fix both encounter rates and bugs. Other thread for discussion: Here's a link of his diaries and updates: https://twitter.com/isima_taku https://www.pixiv.net/member.php?id=877149 https://ci-en.jp/creator/1418/article/5766 (Need a dlsite account) https://ci-en.jp/creator/1418 (Game Download along with chapter 3 save to skip first two chapters) Basic premise is this: A demon lord has taken control of toilets and restrooms, causing people to excrete out on the streets, allow the spread of diseases and squalor. One of the main protagonists is Alice, who's not only rather cute but also has the ability to perform bladder transfer magic (NoMako Kora fans know exactly what i'm talking about). There's no MP, instead your bladder emptiness is the MP and as you cast magic, your bladder fills up. Alice's bladder transfer magic comes into play when facing enemies shown in the pics as well as other playable characters. When you cast bladder transfer, you are given 5 seconds to rapidly mash Z or enter to transfer urine from your cast to a target (bladder drain priorities are top down e.g. Alice, Tiara the nun). Desperation: There are 3-4 statuses to keep in mind: Normal, desperate stage 1 mp at least 50%, desperate stage 2 mp at least 75%, and then soaked. If a character is in either of the latter stages of desperation, they will deal a lot more damage than normal. e.g. if Tiara the nun does 100 damage normal, she'll do 231 damage when desperate at stage 2. If a character is ko'd while desperate, they wet themselves out of fear and bladder returns to zero, they're basically useless at this point even if revived. As stated earlier, female enemies have their own bladder bars and status ailments which Alice's urine transfer spell exploits. This means that they also get damage boosts when desperate. So when doing urine transfer, make sure that 1) mp is high for all characters, 2) Alice has high hp because urine transfer scales with her hp percentage, and 3) mash the fuck out of that z or enter button. There's a butt fuck ton of more mechanics and status effects, which are incredibly overwhelming and took me hours to kind of grasp, which hurts even more by my lack of Japanese. Edit: Ah what the hell, i'll elaborate on some more mechanics: Equipment: A weapon and a tome for magic, each character has their own unique weapons and a luxury slot, in which you get an accessory that does something (I have no clue how this works). For clothing and armor, its dress, bras(minus alice because she's smol), panties or diapers, and pads. That's right folks, there are diapers in this game as well as pads, which means...PERIOD BLOOD...which is an actual status ailment and a effect on pads/panties/diapers. Weapons,accessories, and tomes can be swapped anytime but clothing and whatnot have to be in bathrooms/toilets. Diapers are an important item as is wetting. If an enemy or one of your characters wets themselves, their atk is 1 and they can't use magic, so...don't wet yourself during a boss battle or there will be complications. You can recover from wetting but equipment will be stained and stats will be lower till you swap out for newer panties/diapers. Diapers may seem superior but they weight down your character/reducing their speed so panties would usually be recommended. There are some scat mechanics so be warned but not all of it is fully implemented nor is it really present aside from some moments( this is primarily an omo rpg). Cash is quite scarce in this game so take caution. Only way to get cash is by 3 things, selling loot/droppables, doing work, or committing crime, which can get you a game over if you're caught. I have also provided a save that will take you straight to the chapters with the CG cut ins/pics shown in the screenshots. SImply put that save file in the save folder in www after extracting the game. So much more I want to cover but for now I will say this: BE WARNED! This is the game's first trial release and also the dev's first time releasing an rpg trial. As such there are a bunch of bugs you can encounter. I recommend viewing Beard's twitter replies as well as the general discussion thread for some details/circumventions on those issues. However the biggest issue is the encounter rate. oh my god, the encounter rate. To put it simply, it's abominably high, like you will often have the issue of take 3 steps, random encounter, another 3 steps, random encounter, 1 ste- random encounter. I haven't finished the trial yet but there is hope: Beard has already acknowledged these issues and is planning on releasing a patch to address these issues so hurrah. In the meantime, if you want to get a taste of an omo rpg this wacky and innovative, feel free to try it out but do keep in mind my warning about the abominable encounter rates. Beard provided a save for chapter 3 in his Ci-en diary, make sure to go there to download it.

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  7. MrJoseRocha

    Penelope First Wetting 2018

    From the album: JinkToons

    This is Penelope she my Omorashi OC
  8. Hi guys, I know I haven't posted much recently, I've had a lot going on, and a serious case of writers block. I have about 5 stories all half finished. I finished this one a few years ago, but have never posted it for fear that it may reference people and websites that are real. If this isn't allowed, please remove it. My inspiration was a fantasy about a certain pee site, trying to have a day of filming and paying good money for real desperation. It is nothing more than a fantasy. I appreciate that it mentions the site, and I am not for 1 second intimating this is how they operate. I am sure they are a very professional outfit who treat the girls with nothing other than 100% respect. From a fantasy standpoint though, where's the fun in that! I would love your feedback. The instructions she had been given were very clear! But she did not like them! "You will be picked up, at 9 AM. You must not have pee'd by then, it is vital that you forgo your morning pee. On top of this, you must have drunk a MINIMUM of 2 litres of water by the time of your arrival, and you must have taken this pill at least 30 minutes prior to you quoted pick up time" Laura glanced at the packet in her hand. "Super diuretic tablet", it read. "To stimulate the desire to urinate". "Fuck" muttered Laura to no-one in particular, going back to the instruction card. "Any failure to adhere to these rules may result in a reduction of fees, or no fee being paid whatsover. You will be required to shoot 5 scenes throughout the day, a theme of which will be desperation. It is absolutely vital that you begin the day full, as the light will fade before we can complete the shoot if this is not the case. We at sneaky appreciate that this will be uncomfortable, but this discomfort is reflected in the fees that we pay! All quoted fees are subject to performance. See you soon, Sneaky" It was mid November and Laura was in dire need of money. Christmas was just around the corner, and she had lost her job after the credit crunch squeezed her tight. She was struggling to pay her rent each week, let alone think about Christmas presents. She had always thought herself quite good looking and liberated, and had applied to a couple of modelling agencies, but they were feeling the pinch too, and were only looking for new teenage models, and at 24 that put her out of luck. She was desperate for money and a search on the internet uncovered a site called sneakypee. It basically showed women , who needed a pee, squatting down in public, showing their full desperate pee streams. Laura was a bit taken aback at first. Why would anyone pay to watch women wee? But, the more she thought about it, the easier it seemed. She had only pee'd outside once, at Glastonbury about 3 years ago. She had been so desperate that day, and the queues for the portaloo were so long, that she squatted behind a bush. It didn't turn her on, it was done out of necessity, but it was easy! The fees on offer too were outstanding. £150 lump sum for a days shoot, plus £100 for every shoot that made it to the website (Which was pretty much all of them, the only reason they didn't make it was if a girl couldn't go, didn't produce a long enough stream, or was caught in the act causing an aborted shoot). On top of this, there was a £250 a shoot bonus for any shoot that was included on a dvd (Usually the ones which looked real and showed the most genuine desperation) and £1000 bonus for the website users shoot of the month! Basically, if you were the most desperate girl that month, producing some epic fotage, for one days work, you could stand to earn up to £2900. That was money that could change her life, and she wasted no time in signing up! She had woken up late that morning getting out of bed at 8:10, and had run straight to the bathroom for her morning pee. This had been a ritual she had followed for as long as she could remember. She always needed to go after a full nights sleep, and some mornings she had to run for fear of leaking. This morning though, as she had run to the bathroom, she had remembered the instruction card, and not peed. Her bladder sent signals as she stood and washed herself down, and brushed her teeth! It was like it didn't understand what she was doing to it, and it wanted to release. She gave herself a little squeeze though, as she got dressed, and dashed downstairs. It was now 8:25 as she measured out her first litre of water! God it was so much and she really struggled to drink it all. As she measured out her second litre, she remembered the tablet, and had re read the instruction card! She didn't want to do anything to risk her payday, but she was so full already, she was going to be totally desperate when they arrived, even without the diuretic! Then she thought more about it, and thought, well, I suppose my first shoot won't be long after they pick me up, and the most desperate girl could win a grand, I'll be OK! With that she downed the tablet, and started on her next litre of water! By the time 9 o'clock rolled around she was virtually climbing the walls. Her bladder was bulging and aching, sending pangs of desperation. She had never felt such pressure before. Her left hand was working furiously between her legs when she heard a car horn outside her house. "Thank fuck" she muttered, "lets get this show on the road", and she hobbled outside, knowing her bladder would be releived soon! The scene that greeted her though made her almost cry out loud. The car that was picking her up was a people carrier, there was a male driver, and an older woman in the passenger seat, she guessed these were the producers, but in the back there were already 4 women, and each of them looked in need of a ladies room! She pulled open the door to the people carrier, her left hand still buried deep into her vulva, working at her desperate, quivering pee hole. She was so desperate, and couldn't quite beleive the effect the diuretic had had on her. She had gone from a low, dull ache after skipping her morning pee, to burning, desperate, urgent need to pee in under half an hour. As she stepped into the people carrier, she was greeted with a scene which could only be described as chaos. There were already 4 girls in the vehicle, and they were very obviously, very desperate to pee! As she sat down on the last available seat, she sighed with the temporary relief it afforded her frantic pussy, before the girl behind her shouted out, "Please, oh god please, she has to be the last one, I can't hold on for much longer, we need to start this shoot soon, or there will be a puddle in this car, pleeeeeeasssse, I need to wee" "OK Girls" said the woman in the passenger seat, ignoring the desperate plea, and the obvious desperation form each of the girls in the car. "I am pleased to see that you have all followed the instructions carefully. You may feel like you are desperate to pee now, but the human bladder is a very flexible organ, and you can always hold it in for a lot longer than you think. So, we're going to do some quick introductions before we drive to our first location, and one of you will get their first relief. Its going to be a long day for you girls, and I won't lie its going to be hard. Your going to hurt like you never thought possible, and you'll surprise yourselves with what you can endure, but then thats why we pay such high premiums. You will be full all day, I have plenty of diuretic pills, and plenty of water, you'll not be empty for long, but rest assured the better the desperation the more we pay! A quick word of warning though, I will not tolerate urine on the upholstery, and accidents will result in penalties, so it is imperitve that you hold on!" "Oh shit" cried the girl who had made the earlier fuss, "oh god please, you don't understand, I am so so full, I'm in agony here, I have to pee in like the next minute or I will have an accident, this is crazy" OK Mark, she said to the driver, this little piss whore in the back is making a fuss, lets get to our first location, and with that he started the engine and set off. Laura was in agony now, and had instinctively buried her hand into her crotch. Anyone could see the other 4 girls were as desperate as her, but did this mean she had to wait for them to go first, oh, she didn't know if she could! She was so bursting! A strange silence descended over the car as it drove, save for the odd gasp, of frantic yelp, or agonised cry of "oh god, oh please hurry" or "I need a wee". It drove for about 5 minutes before pulling into the side of the road. "OK ladies" said the woman, the location for our first shoot is just up here, "out you hop" She got out and opened the door to the people carrier. "OK all 5 of you are involved in this shoot, but not in the way some of you may think." As she spoke the driver got out and started to film as the 5 girls got out of the car. The scene must have looked insane as 4 desperate girls openly held themselves and pee danced furiously. "2 of you will get to pee at this location, the other 3 will act as lookouts". "Oh SHIT" yelped the openly desperate girl who had been making such a fuss in the car. "It has to be me first, it literally has to, I'm going to piss myself in the next 5 seconds" Pandora smirked at her as she said, "This is the scenario, Jess and Clare will be peeing here, and "NOOOOO", wailed the other girl, over the top of her, "NO, YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS, I'm not kidding here, this is a full blown emergency, you have to change the order and let me pee here, I can't wait" Laura knew exactly how she felt, but just bit her lip and started a frantic pee pee dance. Pandora turned and shot her the most hateful glare I have ever seen. "LOOK" she snarled "you are here through choice, and we are paying good money, very good money infact, for you to do as instructed. This is a fetish video, and you knew what you were getting yourself into. You can wait, and you will wait, and if I hear another peep out of you will go last. If your not happy with that you can leave now, go and piss your panties or something and fuck of home like a pathetic loser, receiving no money, and ruining the day for these other girls! If you want to earn your money, then shut your mouth and cross your legs! The theme is desperation, and that is what you will provide us, now hold on tight and wait until I say you can pee!" "I....I'm sorry" she stammered, pressing her hand into her crotch, "but I'm really, really desperate, I don't mean to make such a fuss, but I don't know how much longer I can wait". "Good" snapped Pandora, "don't you think every one of these girls feels the same way. You've each taken an very, very strong diuretic, and drank a lot of liquid, you are all desperate, but you must wait. Why do you think we pay so much money, now I'm sorry, but as I said, at this location Jess and Clare will be peeing, the other 3 of you will act as look outs." "OK, this is the scene girls, Jess, your going to stagger over to that portaloo over there, acting as desperate as possible, when you arive you will notice an out of order sign on the door of the ladies, and will frantically run to the gents, you will beg Clare to keep a lookout for you while you use it, as it is only a urinal style loo and there is no lock. You will go in and hoik up your skirt, pushing your sweaty little pussy over the urinal, and letting rip with a gusher, after 20 seconds Clare, you will burst in on her declaring that someone is coming and she has to stop, Jess, you will immediately clamp of your flow and reposition your panties, Clare, now acting utterly desperate will run into the woods and find a tree to squat behind, fully emptying your frantic bladder, do you all understand. "oooh yessss, wailed Jess, now fully aware that she was to be the first girl to find relief, come on, lets start." "OK you 3" said Pandora, "get yourselves spread out and in position, if anyone comes then you need to alert our attention so we can abort the shoot" She directed the 3 lookouts where to stand and as they staggered off to there spots she said "OK, action" Jess needed no second bidding and immediately set off to the portaloo, accompanied by Clare. "oooh god, I need a wee" she said, as the cameras focused closely on her desperate pouting face, this wasn't an acting roll for her, although she had not been as vocal as some of the other girls, she had been the first to be picked up , and she was going frantic with need, "oh god, shit" she said again, if I don't get to a toilet in the next minute I'm going to wet my knickers, it really is that bad" "oooooh me too" responded Clare, I'm literally bursting here, Come on Jess, the loo is just there" "Oh fuck, oh god, hurry" wailed Jess, droppiong her hand to her crotch as she rounded the corner, to be confronted by the out of order sign on the ladies room door. She thudded into it, to find it wouldn't budge, and immediately strted a very exaggerate pee dance, "Oh Clare, oh god Clare help me, what am I going to do, I need a wee so badly, I can't hold it in, I'm going to wee myself" "Look, Jess, come on, the mens room is open, we'll have to use that" said Clare, her own hand now working furiously beneah her skirt "Oh shit, yes, come on Clare, its a real emergency, I absolutely have to pee" stammered Jess, staggering over to the door marked 'gentlemen'. She pushed it, and to her sheer delight it opened, "oh thank god she cried, "oh I need to pee now". "Oh no" said Clare as they both entered the dingy mens room. There was no cubicle, and only 1 filthy urinal. "What are we going to do" asked Clare" "Oh shit, its coming out, keep a lookout, she wailed, as Jess moved into the doorway of the awful mens room, and Clare started to pull aside her panties. There was no need for acting now as her pussy throbbed, she tried frantically to manouver herself over the urinal, when a frantic spurt escaped, followed by another, then a blast erupted from her, as she allowed herself to relax. The relief was intense, her whole body tingled as her pee came flooding out of her, when Jess ran in and shouted, "Clare, quick, someones coming" "FUCK, shouted Clare, not even slightly acting now, as she desperately tried to clamp herself shut. Her bladder ached, as she desperately fought to get control of herself. "Quick Clare" repeated jess from the door. Clare was in agony as she managed to stem the desperate tide, and snap her thin, damp, panties back into place over her only partially relieved pussy, and she staggered out, to be greeted by the sight of jess doing her own frantic dance. She was shocked to see that there actually was a man approaching them, but Jess wasn't concerned by this now, as she stammered, "qu..quick Clare, o-o-over here, and started a frantic hobbled dash towards the tree line round the edge of the park. Clare followed, her hand pressed firmly into her crotch, as Jess pulled ahead, as soon as she reached the tree line, she turned quickly to ace her, pouting in sheer frantic, desperation. "Keep a lookout Clare, I can't wait" she said, as she quickly pulled down her leggins and knickers, dropping into a squat. before her knickers were even fully clear a thick, gushing stream of pee erupted from her. Jess threw her head back, in sheer ecstasy, her face a picture of pure relief, as her stream hissed noisilly from her cunt, splashing against the ground. "Ohhh yesssssss, she moaned, oh god I needed this, I couldn't wait" Her stream gushed from her for a full minute and a half before she was empty, and she staggered to her feet, yanking up her knickers and leggings, with a visible wet spot on the crotch, where she had briefly lost it in her desperate scramble. He kneees quivered, her relief had felt so good. "Can I finish off here" asked Clare, her hand, once again buried in her crotch, but she was interrupted by Pandora yelling "CUT" "back to the bus now girls" The scene back at the bus was chaos. The 3 girls who hadn't found relief at the first shoot were climbing the walls in sheer and utter desperation. The desperate girl who had made such a scene earlier, burst into tears as they were told to get back into the people carrier. "please, she begged, is there no way you can do my shoot here too, I don't think I can hold it anymore, I have never been so desperate to pee in my life. "oh god, me too chimed the other girl. How long do you think it will be until you let us pee?" "You knew the score when you signed up" snapped Pandora. "You are working for a day, and your work is pee desperation. What we provide our customers is authentic desperation and truly desperate pee streams. No acting, no bullshit, and they pay top money for that. In turn we pay you girls top money. You won't find better pay for any other porn work, and nowhere near as much for basic modelling. We advertised clearly that we were a desperation fetish site. You 5 girls will be desperate to pee all day, but that is why you are here. Now follow the instructions I give you, or get out now. Any complaints??" Laura bit her lip. Her need to pee more intense than she had ever experienced, she pressed her fingers into her crotch and bit her lip. The other 2 also silently complied, but there was no doubting they were all desperate for a pee. As the car pulled out and set off to its next location Pandora spoke. OK ladies, our next shoot is a risky one. Its a very public loacation. We had planned that Sarah was to find her relief here, but her constant whining is doing my head in, so she can wait a bit longer. Natalie, you will be peeing next. "Oh thank god" gasped the girl sat next to me, but Sarah went crazy again. "stop the car, I mean it stop this car now or I swear I'll piss myself" she screamed "you can't torture us like this" her legs scissored wildly as her fingers worked furiously against the crotch of her white leggings. "oh for christs sake" said Pandora angrilly, here we go again. "I don't care" crried Sarah, I'm sorry, I'm literally about to piss myself, I've never felt this desperate before in all of my life, I don't even care about the money, just please let me me pee, anywhere, NOWWWWWWWWW, I can't wait". "For fucks sake" snapped Pandora back at her. "OK, I can offer you an emergency pitstop" "Pleeeeaaaasssseeee", wailed sarah, both her hands now buried inside her panties, "I cannn'ttt wait". "Not so fast, if it were up to me I'd kick you out and let you piss your pathetic panties and leave you to walk home humiliated. Unfortunately, I have a website to think about, and you are certainly desperate, so it is a shame to waste it" "An emergency pitstop is exactly that. We stop for you to have an emergency, unscripted pee. We film it, but you receive no fee. You then continue with the day as scheduled, but you will take 2 diuretic pills immediately after you finish your emergency pee. Do you agree to these conditions" "Oh goddddd", she cried, visibly shaking, "please, anything, I'll agree to anything, just stop the car pleasssse". She whimpered aloud as she said this, and a very short sharp hiss could be heard. "ohhh goodddddd pleassseeeee" she cried again, "I'm going to wee my knickers". "Don't you dare pee in this car, or you will be paying us a £200 soiling fee. You are getting your emergency pee, just hold on a few more seconds" as Pandora spoke, the car pulled up at the side of the road. "Oh, thank god, yes, please, oh god oh, a pee, I must", stammered Sarah as she moved to get out. "Hold it" shouted Pandora, wait for my camera man. So Sarah again tried to compose herself as the driver moved, agonisingly slowly, out of the drivers seat, and round ready to film. "OK, Sarah, emergency pee is underway, totally unscripted, but try and find some cover, don't just piss next to a busy road" GO Sarah quickly pushed open the car door and scanned the area desperately, oooooh shittttttt she wailed as she staggerred towards a shrubbery which would offer only token cover! her hands worked furiously against her crotch as she hobbled on, virtually bent double. "Oh no" she cried, about 4 paces from her intended relief, "oh no, I can't hold it". Again a loud hiss could be heard, this time accompanied with a darkening wet patch as her leggings quickly turned transparent. "FUCK", she cried, like a woman possessed as she tore down her leggings. "fuck, fuck fuck", she swore, as her bladder gave way, she was already peeing full force into her panties as she dropped into a squat and ripped asside her gusset. "Oh, ahhhhhhhh, of yessss, oh god thankyou, oh a peeee, it feels soooo good!" she gasped as she thrust her hips forwards and relaxed!!! Pee was gushing from her at a terrific force, splattering loudly against the pavement, in a seemingly never ending deluge. "Oh it feels so good, I swear I've never needed to pee as badly as I did then, oh I wet myself a bit, but I was so bursting, look how much pee was in me, oh god it feels good". For a full minute she pissed at full force onto the ground, moaning and gasping with relief, before finally snapping her sodden knickers back into place and pulling up her wet leggings. She walked back to the people carrier, lightheaded with relief. Back in the car, Laura and Natalie were out of their mind with desperation. Natalie had been told that she could pee next, but instead she'd had to sit and watch as Sarah found her relief in desperate, explosive style! Laura had her hands in her croth, rocking back and forth, whimpering, her mind not focussing on anything than the extreme distress her pussy was feeling. Back outside, Sarahs momentous piss was trailing off. She had gone weak at the knees, as she struggled to regain her composure. Her desperation had been so intense, but it had almost been worth it for the relief she now felt. No man had ever made her feel this good, and she strained to push out every last drop.. As she replaced her panties, she realised they were pretty wet between the legs, where she had obviously lost control in her desperate scramble. She sheepishly returned to the car, where the 2 girls in the back were obviously still seriously desperate. "I'm so sorry girls" she started, "I just had to go, I was literally bursting, I never even thought it was possible to need a wee that bad, oh god it hurt, and oh, well, oh god, it felt good to let it out, it was literally either that or wet my knickers." "Never mind that" snapped Pandora. "You might have had your 'emergency pee', and I hope it felt good, because it tortured these two poor girls, and you will be punished for that. Now, take these" she turned and handed Sarah, not 1, not 2, but 3 of the super strength diuretic pills and a litre bottle of water. "oh no" she pleaded, "you can't be serious. I only took one of those pills this morning and look what happened, I can't take 3 more." "Oh yes you can" snapped Pandora, "you'll take them and drink the water now, or You'll get 4 and a quart of water to drink" Slowly, Sarah took one of the pills, and started to sip on the water, as the car began to drive away again. "OK girls" said Pandora, addressing Natalie and Laura, "I imagine you are getting pretty desperate now?" "Oh yes, oh shit yes" whimpered Natalie, "I've never been so desperate in all my life" Laura meanwhile couldn't even talk, she was shakingwith the effort of holding now, as she just gasped "Please, oh please, wee, oooooh, no, i , err, i need a weeee" "haha, yeah, thats what i thought" smirked Pandora. "Not long now girls, just clench yourselves closed another couple of minutes and we'll be on location for you to have a glorious pee" Again the car set of on its torturous journey. Laura was beside herself, she couldn't sit still for a second, and had her hands working in her crotch. She had squatted and peed behind a tree at a festival once, about 3 years ago, and had thought that was a desperate as it was possible to be. She had been at the end of her thether that day, and squatting in public was truly her last resort, but she had passed that level of desperation about 20 minutes ago. Had she been anywhere else she would have given in long ago, but she was willing herself to hold on now. Tears were falling down her face as she whimpered aloud. Oh god she was desperate to pee, she was worried she was actually going to damage herself. She finally spoke up for the first time, "err, p-p-please, err, please, how long is it going to be, I don't know how much longer I can hold on". The older woman turned, and looked her up and down. She was a mess, frantically kneading her pussy, and scissoring her legs, tears streaming down her face. She was clearly suffing the most severe desperation. "Not long now love" came the reply. "Just keep on holding on, your doing brilliantly, I know it hurts, but it'll be worth it. You could produce somehing quite epic!" and again, the car set off, agonizingly on its way! It was only 5 minutes to the next location, but, it could have been 5 hours for poor Natalie and laura. They were both in absolute agony. Every second that passed caused them more pain. Laura was out of it, she had no idea where she was, she barely knew if she was weeing or not. Her whole existence focusssed on keeping her pee hole clenched tightly shut, but it was hurting her to do it. Her vision was blurred as sshe looked to Natalie, whos predicament seemed to be equally bad. It had been over an hour since they had been picked up, and she was at the end of her tether then! Finally the car stopped. "OK girls" said the woman, turning to look at the 2 most desperate young girls she had ever seen in her life, we were going to do 2 locations, but as you are aware, if you lose it and have an accident there will be no payments. You are both bursting, so there is no point wasting that, so you will both pee here. This is important though, you must pee one at a time, so we can make 2 seperate videos from it. "OH, can we go now, quick, please" stammered Natalie, her hands kneeding furiously in her crotch. Laura was shaking, almost like she was having a fit, barely taking in anything. "OK, off you go girls, there is no script here, but there is just the 2 of you, 1 pee at a time, and the other stands guard. Don't forget an aborted shoot means no payment, so if you are caught in the act, break down and wet yourself, or both have to go at the same time, the shoot would be aborted, and no payment would be offered, and that would be a shame when you are as desperate as you 2 girls clearly are. "OK" stammered Natalie, "come on, I'm sorry, but I have to go first" she started off towards a wall, her walk was one of sheer desperation, she couln't stand up straight, both her hands worked in her crotch, and she was shaking, "ooooooh, a pee, a pee, oh god I need a pee, please, come on, just a few more seconds" she was repeating to herself. Laura staggered after her, looking just as desperate. "No, no, no, please no, I have to go first, please" she wailed. "NO WAY" Screeched Natalie, like a woman possessed, there is absolutley no way you can go first, I swear, if I don't wee in the next 30 seconds my bladder will actually pop, oh god, oh god, oh god, shit, ooooh, I neeeeeed a weeeeee". She wailed, as she finally reached a tree, which would be more than enough token cover in her desperate state. "Oh nooo", she yelped, as she desperately faught with her clothes to try and pull them from her desperate body, Oh shit no, just a few more seconds. Both girls were frantic, but suddenly, Natalie yelped, "oh fuck, no" an audible hiss could be heard as she pulled down her trousers and knickers, and dropped to a squat where she stood. Her bladder had completely given way, and her pent up pee was flooding out of her at a tremendous force. Her whole body was phsyically shaking. "oh shit, fuck, nooo, ahhh yesss, oh god, yesss, ooooooh a peeeee, oh god, ahhhhhhhhhhhhh" she stammered, as sheer ecstacy overtook her tortured body. "oh godd, ahhhhh, ohhh, fuck, oh god it feels good, oh I needed this," she wailed as what felt like gallons of pee finally escaped their torturous prison. Laura was racked with pain, "gotta hold it, hold it, oh no, just a few more seconds" she stammered as she stood just metres away from Natalie having the most glorious pee of her life. Her body shook, as she was almost convulsing in pain. "HOLD ON GIRL" whispered Pandora into Lauras ear, but a small trickle started to escape her tightly clenched lips. "No, no, no, no, no" cried Laura, Natalies piss splashing out loudly, "PLEASE, please, its coming out" "just a few more seconds" said pandora, as Natalie peed on and on and on. "I cant, I can't" stammered Laura, wildry scissoring her legs, pressing hard into her crutch, it needs to come out. She was openly crying, tears flowing down her face. she was shaking, involunterilly. Natalie's pee gushed on and on, she had never felt such relief, as Laura lost another, much more serious squirt into her panties. "I'm peeing myself, please, please, I have to go NOW" she shouted, staring at Pandora, desperatley waiting for permission to pee, I'm weeing myself. "OK, said Pandora, she had never seen such intense desperation, and her camera was now trained solely on Laura, "OK babe, you can go." Laura needed no second bidding, as soon as she pulled her hands away from her crotch she was leaking again, as she fought with her waistband. She was pulling and tugging at her leggings and knickers, as they came down in a wet knotted tangle, as soon as they edged away her bum, her bladder gave out, and she exploded with the most incredible stream of pee. It blasted her panty crotch, before she finally dropped into a squat. her legs shook, as her pee cascaded out of her with a tremendous force. "OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUUUUUCCKKK YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS" she cried, She had never felt so good in her entire life. her whole body convulsed as she went light headed with relief. She completely forgot where she was, shaking in agony and ecstasy as her pussy could finally relax and gallons and gallons of pee flooded from their overworked prison. "oooooooohhh godddddddd she gasped, in relief, tears flowing from her eyes, ooooooh I needed this, oh it feels so good" Her legs shook, and her pussy quivered madly, as more and more pee flooded out of her frantic pussy. Her clit tingled, and her overwhelming relief threatened to turn into a huge orgasm.. "oh goddd, this feels soooo good" she moaned as her stream finally slowed. She had peed for a full 2 minutes, and the puddle on the floor was absolutely incredulous. She pulled up her, now soaking wet, panties, and tried to stand, now uneasy on her feet, her legs now weak. Tears still streamed from her as she slowly pulled up her leggings, showing a huge wet patch accross her bum, where she had lost all control in the final few moments. She had never felt so happy in her life, never even imagined that something as mundane as peeing could feel so good. "CUT" shouted Pandora. "WOW girls, look at you, that was a proper desperate pee eh, thats what we pay the big bucks for, come on now, back to the car" "She isn't kidding is she", whispered Natalie, as they turned to head back to the car, "Oh my god, I never even thought it was possible to need a wee that badly! I thought I was going to die it hurt so bad, but oh god, the relief when it came out of me, it was almost worth all the suffering, almost". Laura, was still in a daze "mmmm" she whimpered, "I hurt so much, I think I might have damaged myself, I never want to feel that desperate again!" As they arrived back at the car, the other 3 girls were already looking like they needed to pee again. Pandora looked Laura up and down, and reached into the boot, handing her a pair of white cotton panties, and, what lloked like a school skirt. "Here you go" she said, "You're not getting in my car like that, you're soaked, change into these" Laura was horrified, to once again be taking down her panties in public, but as the cold air hit her pussy it felt so good and so naughty, and besides, these girls had seen everything she had now anyway! She pulled on her new skirt and panties, and clambered into the back of the car. "OK girls" started Pandora, "Congratulations on your first round of shoots. We will be filming 2 more shoots with each of you today, but I am happy with what we have got so far. You all probably thought you experienced the ultimate in desperation this morning, but you are only 2 hours into the day, and it will get a whole lot worse for you. I imaginemost of you are feeling the need to go again already, but we are going to sit in this car and fill your bladders for the next 90 minutes before continuing, this was just the start. Clare" she said, facing the first girl "I am happy with your performance, and am aware that we stopped you mid stream, but you did well, and haven't annoyed me by moaning and whining all day, I'm sure your desperate now, but here is a litre of water, and another diuretic, please drink it quickly, Jess, you also performed well, and can have exactly the same. Now, Sarah, you pathetic bitch." Sarah whimpered, her earlier 3 diuretics were already working overtime, "you are the only girl here to have earned no fee yet, your unscripted pee spoilt our running order, tortured these 2 girls, and you still pissed in your knickers before you performed, absolutely pathetic, here is another 2 litres of water to add to your discomfort, and a can of coke too, I always find it goes right through me. I have some serious plans for you, there is always one pathetic girl on these shoots! Now, Natalie and Laura. You both produced shows of real desperation. Natalie, you just need to take one of these, she said, handing over 1 diuretic, and a single bottle of water. Laura though, I know you have produced extreme desperation, but you did cut over Natalies shoot, meaning I can only use that as a single shoot, and you also wet yourself quite considerably, I'm afraid, for that, you need to be punished" "oh, no" whimpered Laura, her tummy still aching from its previous torment, "no, please, I held it as long as you told me to, I was in agony" "Here you go" said Pandora, completely ignoring her pleas, she handed her 2 of the diuretic pills, and a litre and a half of water. All 5 girls were now concerned about the rest of the days filming, and were all seriously miserable. Clare was sat in agony, the only girl who had not managed to void her full bladder, being forced to stop mid-flow, and Sarah, who was having the worst day of her life, was, again, feeling an urgent need to pee! She had wet herself, and had bbeen the only girl to not hang on as instructed, as a punishment for that she had now been forced to drink 3 litres of water, a can of coke, and take 3 super strength diuretics. She was in for some serious agony!the other 3 girls were all quite relaxed at the moment, still revelling in the relief they had felt from being so desperate. The car set off on its way again...….
  9. Unknown104

    Discord's Dance

    Posted this to Tumblr a few weeks ago, figured it'd fit here too. All the characters are 18+ and anthro. --- "Mmm..." A single claw grazed across Celestia's midsection, rousing her from her sleep. Cobwebs and grogginess slowed her consciousness but the gears in her head began to turn. She turned over onto her back, the silky blanket tickling her skin. The room was covered in darkness, shadows cast from the moonlight shining through the bedroom window at the other side of the room. Soon enough, she would have to start her day and raise the sun. "Morning, Celly." Though, she still had some time. She glanced over, Discord laying on the other side of the bed. With a sly grin, her dragged the claw gently across her ribs, running back down to her thigh. She stifled a giggle, pressing her knees together. "Don't do that." "Why not?" His claw moved up her pelvis, stopping perfectly on top of her bladder. "It couldn't be because of this little thing, could it?" He pressed down on it gently, sending a dose of desperation through her. Her bladder was firm, pushing outwards an inch or two. She hadn't peed in two days. Somehow, Discord had managed to talk her into it, the mad man! "Of course not." She separated her knees, trying not to let the sheets move too much. "Would you like to be tickled the first thing when you wake up?" "Depends on the one doing it." He snickered. Celestia rolled her eyes, shuffling to sit up in her bed. Her nightgown pulled down as she moved up, the straps on her back becoming tight and the fabric around her bladder and breasts becoming tighter. She felt a rather strong urge, but she tried her best not to show it, only allowing herself a moment or two of squirming before she corrected the issue. "So," He sat up with her, wearing a white tank top of red boxers with white stripes. "How much longer do you think you can last?" Discord questioned. "Don't get me wrong- as much as I'd love to see that little bulge of yours get larger... Won't it interfere with things? Royal mumbo-jumbo and whatnot?" "It won't." Celestia stated. "Besides, it'd be more fun for the both of us if it did, wouldn't it? Who cares?" "You do have a point..." He grinned. "Is that a hint of rebelliousness I sense in little Mrs. Goodie Two-shoes?" "I'm getting it from you." She leaned over, planting a quick kiss on his cheek before she stood up. Her thighs pressed together almost immediately as the liquid in her bladder sloshed and squished around, instantly regretting her decision to stand up so fast. Discord chuckled at the sight. "Seems like that bladder isn't as strong as you let on. Maybe you won't be able to last as long as I tell you to." Her head shot back towards him, staring a hole through him. "It was a moment of weakness, nothing more!" Discord grinned. "Well, I suppose I should be getting back to Flutters' now." He stood up, grabbing his pair of jeans at the foot of the bed and pulling them on. "Same time tonight?" Celestia turned around. "You know it." Discord nodded. "Oh- almost forgot," He turned back to her, snapping his fingers. A full pot of tea sat on the carpet in front of Celestia's bare feet, with a small tea cup beside it, summoned by his draconequus magic. "Don't worry about cleaning it up, it'll disappear once you've finished it." He turned back around. "See you tonight, C!" In the blink of an eye. Discord had disappeared. Celestia bent down, picking the pot by the handle, swishing it around. It was full, right to the brim. At least I don't have to brew my own this morning... She rolled her eyes, grabbing the cup and pouring into it. Celestia walked over to the darkened part of the room, feeling around for her closet. After a few moments, her blind hands managed to find the familiar wooden doorknob. She sat the pot down, opening her closet. Per usual, she had already prepared her outfit the night beforehand. She pulled out a white dress and a small brown belt with a golden belt buckle. Lulu's probably tired by now, I probably shouldn't waste time. She tipped her head back and chugged the rest of the tea in her cup, setting it to the side. Celestia quickly pulled the the dress over her head, slipping her arms through the open straps, showing off her shoulders and collar. The dress went down a inch or two below her knees. As adventurous as she had become with Discord, she still didn't want to run the risk of a subject seeing her in such a state. Next, she grabbed hold of the belt, pulling it around her back and tightening it over her bladder. She winced slightly, her thighs pressing together for moment before she regained control. Mm, he is going to love this! She turned around, bending down to grab her socks and shoes. The buckle pressed into her bladder hard, giving her a jolt of pleasure and desperation. All that tea and water is sloshing around... But it won't be coming out. Not for a while. She bit her lip, the thought exciting her so much! I'll be good for Discord. I can wait until he let's me go. She slipped on a pair of socks and some small heels. Nothing major- perhaps a half inch or so. She closed her closet, feeling around the top of it. Eventually, she got her hands on to a small, handheld mirror. She checked face and hair, still as perfect as the day before. Just need to get through to tonight. My bladder can handle it. Celestia grabbed the pot and the cup before she headed towards the door, ready to start her day.
  10. 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.
  11. UA Hero Academy was not just the most prestigious school for heroes, but also one of the most expansive. Roughly an hour outside of city limits were several large-scale training facilities and simulations, each meticulously crafted to help would-be heroes respond to just about any crisis they could imagine. It was almost an artform how they could make a simulated city or factory seem real enough that students would protect it as if it was the genuine thing. Right now, Ochako could not focus on the grandeur of the makeshift city streets she walked through. Her major thought was if the architects had gone to the trouble of designing some of these buildings with functioning bathrooms. She knew it was the last thing she should be focusing on, but the pressure in her distended bladder made it all but impossible to ignore. How did it get so bad, she wondered. Sure, it had been awhile since her last pee, but she had done lengthy stretches between bathroom visits before without much trouble. The few sips of lemonade from the cafeteria couldn’t have added that much, either. Was the stress of not having lunch and a surprise training exercise affecting her in weird ways? Whatever it was, at least the walking helped tone down the pain, if only a little bit. She also gladly took advantage of being behind all her teammates by keeping a hand on her groin. “Jeez, my stomach is killing me.” Of course, that hand would come straight off the moment her teammates did anything remotely different. “Wait, weren’t you bragging about not letting your stomach get in your way back at school?” asked Hanta Sero with a cheeky grin. “Hey, I still stand by that,” retorted Kirishima, “Though I gotta admit, I wasn’t expecting to be this hungry. This might actually cut into my endurance a bit.” “Well if that’s the case, you can just sit back and let me do the heavy lifting. I’m still in tip-top shape today.” Sero stuck out his chest in confidence, but as if on cue, his stomach growled immediately after, causing his grin to fall away. “Ha! You were saying, tape boy?” Kirishima gently elbowed Sero in the gut. “Alright, alright, so I’m pretty starved too, but at least everyone here is in the same boat as me.” Sero looked behind him, forcing Ochako to snap her hand away again. “Isn't that right, you two?” “Um, w-well…” Ochako was not the best at being put on the spot, especially with her bladder as full as it was. “I think we need to start focusing on our surroundings,” said Midoriya next to her. “If the exercise has already started, then the robots might be attacking the city right now.” That's right, our mission. Ochako had nearly forgotten their objective between the team’s banter and her bladder. Despite Aizawa’s warning, her team’s exercise really did just boil down to smashing robot that they found. The major catch was the robots would not be targeting them, but instead attacking the city directly. Their goal was to prevent as much collateral damage as possible, for as All-Might put it, “A true hero is never as destructive as the villains they fight.” “You say that, but I'm not seeing or hearing anything around here,” said Kirishima. “That's because you're only on the ground, dummy,” replied Sero. “You gotta get up high to get a good look, like this!” He raised his arm skyward and fired a long strip of sellotape from his wheel-shaped elbow. It latched onto the top of a nearby building, and Sero pulled himself to the rooftop with ease. “Alright, let’s see what we got here.” Sero put his foot on the roof’s railway and his hand above his eyes in a showy display. “Hanto Sero, recon expert at your service!” “Quit being a show-off and just tell us if you see anything!” yelled Kirishima. It was more blunt than how she would have phrased it, but Ochako found herself silently nodding in agreement. “I’m looking, I’m looking!” Sero turned his head the other direction and suddenly tensed up. “Hey, got something!” “You did!? What is it?” asked Midoriya. Sero pointed and yelled, “Smoke clouds a few blocks away! One to the east and one to the southeast!” “Two different directions? They gotta be attacking multiple areas at once,” said Kirishima. “We’ll need to split up,” declared Midoriya, “Uraraka and I can take the ones to the southeast.” “W-We can!?” Ochako felt a nervous sweat forming on her brow. “You sure about that? You guys might need my muscle for some of those bots,” said Kirishima. Ochako opened her mouth to speak, but Midoriya cut her off. “Sero will need your strength more than us, and if we get in real trouble, I can use my quirk to keep us safe.” Kirishima looked back and forth between them before nodding. “Alright, Sero and I will crush the robots to the east, then.” He looked up towards Sero and yelled “You get all that!?” “Got it! Let’s bust these bots and get our food!” declared Sero while he climbed onto the railway. In a move straight out of comic books, he jumped off the rails, launching his sellotape at another building and swinging away in true hero fashion. “Hey, leave some for me!” Kirishima took off for him at once while a series of skin-spikes grew out of his body. Just like that, Ochako and Midoriya were by themselves on the streets. Before an awkward silence could develop, Ochako turned around and started down the road. “Come on, Deku, we better get going, too.” “W-wait, Uraraka!” Ochako stopped in her tracks and slowly turned her head. “What is it?” There was a moment where Midoriya looked away before speaking. “I know I asked you this before, but is something wrong?” “W-what do you mean?” asked Ochako, trying to keep a straight face. Please don’t tell me... “It’s just… you seem tense and distracted. Are you feeling okay?” She tried to hide it as best she could, but Ochako’s mind raced with panic. Of course Midoriya’s excellent perception would pick up on her subtle signals, even if he hadn’t fully pieced it together yet. He was the last person she wanted to have this predicament around, even among the likes of Mineta and Bakugo. At least those two weren’t people she normally hung out with. “Um, no, I’m feeling fine! Just peachy, in fact!” she said, faking a smile. “Are you sure? I know we haven’t eaten in awhile, so if you’re not feeling well, please don’t push yourself too hard.” “I’ll be okay, just a little hungry is all,” Ochako replied, giving a thumbs up. “The sooner we get to eat, the sooner I’ll get better.” Midoriya stared at her for a moment much to her worry, but then nodded and turned towards the smoke cloud. “Right, then let’s get these robots before they can wreck the city.” “I’m right behind you,” called out Ochako as they took off. Just as she hoped, Midoriya led them forward, allowing her to put a hand between her legs again. It offered little comfort, unfortunately, as the reality slowly dawned on her. She would have to battle and defeat a group of tough robots with a full bladder, all while hiding her powerful need from Midoriya the whole time. It was a Herculean task before her, one she was not certain she could pull off. No, don’t think like that! She shook the doubts out of her head. A hero had to keep a brave face against the odds, no matter how grim they looked. She was gonna give it all she had in this exercise, if only because there was no other way to keep herself dry. U.A.’s robotic A.I. was some of the most advanced in the world, but even it had its limitations. The robots for the exercise were set to focus on destroying the city around them, but not specifically pay attention to the heroes unless they were attacked. This meant that it was possible to get the drop on them and take them out before they could retaliate. Ochako was quite happy to have figured this out, for they wouldn’t have to waste valuable time going toe-to-toe with the bots. Between her quirk not being the best for straight-up offense and Midoriya’s quirk seriously hurting him whenever he used it, it was the best course of action, and she took it with glee. Running straight up to a robot smashing the corner of a building, Ochako lifted the large construction beam she had found nearby over her head. What should have been impossible to carry without a crane was held up with ease thanks to her zero-gravity quirk rendering it weightless. With a yelp, she tossed it into the air like an Olympic athlete, where it soared upwards with no sign of stopping. Ochako waited only a few moments before bringing her fingertips together and yelling “Release!” In an instant, the I-beam’s weight returned, sending it falling to the earth like a javelin. It impaled the robot, easily smashing through its head and chassis, bringing its punching arms to a dead stop. “Whew!” Ochako panted. She was certain the beam was now stuck into the ground, but it was a small sacrifice for preventing an entire building from collapsing. “Okay, that’s another one down, just a few more to g-OH!” It seemed that her bladder had mistook her command of “release” to apply to itself as well. Her underwear suddenly grew warm and wet from a sizeable spurt as the exhaustion from utilizing her quirk hit her. She bent forward, snapped her legs shut, and shoved both hands down there in the blink of an eye, anything that would stop the leak from turning into a flood. “P-please no,” she mumbled through grit teeth, “Not here, not like this!” Whether from strength she never knew she had or sheer divine intervention, the spurt did not grow any bigger, and her bladder eventually calmed back down. She sighed as she slowly stood upright. Disaster had been averted for now, but it still served as a powerful reminder of how little time she had left before the inevitable happened. Please don’t let there be too many more robots... “Gyah!” “Deku!?” Ochako felt a cold sweat coming on as she turned towards Midoriya. That was a yell of shock and panic, and it did not take long for her to understand why. She did not know where they came from or why they were attacking him, but four new robots had shown up and slowly moved on Midoriya, their intention to beat him to a pulp clear as day. He had just jumped back to avoid a punch, hence his shout, but now his back was to a wall, and the robots left no room for him to slip away. Ochako knew things were bad now. Sure, Midoriya could activate his quirk and dispatch the robots if he absolutely needed to, but that would cripple whatever limb he used. Recovery Girl could help him heal it with hardly any trouble, but he would be in enormous pain until then and, worst of all, probably miss out on his meal reward. She could never let that happen to him, not if she had anything to say about it. There was no hesitation in Ochako’s movements as she rushed forward as fast as her legs could go. Her bursting bladder no longer mattered one bit to her, only the safety of her best friend. The pounding in her chest, burning in her lungs, and soreness in her legs would not stop her either, for the closer she got, the closer the robots lurched towards Midoriya, and the more she became convinced she could see the bright glow of his quirk slowly activating. “Stop!” she yelled at both the robots and Midoriya. All as one, he and the robots looked over at her, the glow on Midoriya’s arm fading away. “U-Uraraka!?” he said. She did not respond, instead putting her plan in action. Ochako leapt forward, landing her leg on the closest robot’s leg and touching it with her hand. Before it could react, she pushed off it and landed next to the second bot, touching it as well. Her quirk quickly took effect, and the first two robots began lifting into the air, their limbs flailing about without hitting anything. Already, the strain from her quirk was hitting her, but she couldn’t stop now. “Quick, this way!” she shouted, holding out her hand. Midoriya wasted no time in running towards her, yelling a quick “Thank you!” once he caught up to her. Ochako, however, did not run back as far as he did, instead slowly backing up while the remaining robots closed in on her. Come on, just a little closer, she thought while slowly raising her trembling hands. A mere moment later, and the robots moved up just as she asked. “R-release!” She pushed her fingertips together, and the pressure on her suddenly vanished. Just as planned, the two robots she levitated into the air fell straight down, crashing into their brethren. Smoke, sparks and pieces of metal flew all around, and as the dust settled, the heroes were rewarded with a view of four busted and nonfunctional robots. “W-wow.” Midoriya looked at Ochako, who remained motionless. “Thanks for the save again, Urarak-” “Aah!” Ochako suddenly broke her stillness and buried both hands deep into her groin. She had pushed her body to its limits with that last use of her quirk, and the effects hit her hard. Her stomach churned and squeezed, making her want to void its contents, but the worst effects came from further south. Even with hands between her tightly-pressed legs, she could still feel a tiny leak making her skintight pants ever wetter. This was her limit, and now she had maybe seconds left before the floodgates flung open. “Uraraka!? What’s wrong?” came Midoriya’s panicked voice. “I… I…” Ochako’s eyes grew moist from tears. There was no point in hiding it anymore, not when Midoriya was going to find out in a few seconds anyway. “I… need the toilet!” she yelled with her eyes shut and head lowered. “The… what!?” Midoriya stuttered, reeling back. “I need to go! Right now!” Ochako wobbled in place, every last bit of her strength devoted to not hosing her costume right there and then. “R-right, a b-bathroom. But where?“ Midoriya looked around, his expression as frantic as Ochako’s. She didn’t have time to wait for him. Already, the leak was growing in volume, to the point where she could feel the first dribble going through her panties and into the suit itself. “J-just don’t look!” was all she said as she waddled forward, her goal being the wrecked robot nearby. It was only a few steps to get behind it, but each one caused another leak to escape her. By the time she made it there and squatted down, a drop had managed its way down her leg and into her boot. Gasps, whimpers, and the occasional “come on…” left her mouth while Ochako fumbled with her belt and costume, frantically looking for the zipper that would enable her to get her clothes out of the way of the oncoming flood. It only took a few seconds before she realized how pointless that endeavor was. Her leaks had only gotten worse since her hands and legs moved away from her groin, and there was little the liquid could spread to in her squatted state. With how wet her underwear and pants already were, a little more urine was not going to hurt them any more. Her epiphany came at just the right time, for without warning, the last of her holding strength gave out. Ochako did not need to look down and see it for herself; she could feel the warmth of several hours worth of stored-up liquids spreading across her crotch, powering through the spandex and falling to the ground in a series of rapid drops with a light stream in the middle. Such a force was not without sound, and the combination of the splattering on the street and the hissing from Ochako’s more private regions made sure that anyone nearby would know what she was up to. She was peeing herself on the streets in broad daylight, an experience she had not had since before grade school. Her best friend was also just a few feet behind her, knowing and hearing full well what was happening to her. Any other time, this would have easily been the most humiliating thing to ever happen to her, as well as a clear failure to display the fortitude necessary of a hero. At that moment, however, none of these things mattered to her. All she could focus on was the sweet release of finally letting go, all those stressful and painful feelings being replaced with the pleasure of an empty bladder. Her frantic breathing slowed into a series of longer and louder sighs until she closed her eyes and let out a long moan, smiling the whole time. She knew it was not very modest or particularly heroic, but for the time being, that did not matter to her. It simply felt too nice to have her pee at long last. Still, a part of her kept her mind on Midoriya and how he felt about all this. She trusted him not to look, but he was probably still nearby to make sure nobody else walked in on her. I hope this isn’t too awkward for him... Midoriya scratched his bright-red cheek while he stood with his back turned to the robots. When he had first entered the academy, he had expected a mountain of trials and tribulations to defeat in his quest to become a hero. Standing guard for a girl while she relieved herself in a public location was something he never would have guessed would be part of his training, whether it was planned by the UA or not. Then again, could any hero ever prepare themselves for something like that? The thought of peeking on Ochako handling her business made him shudder in disgust, so temptation was not an issue. What was a problem, however, was the sheer awkwardness. He might not be able to see her, but he could the faintest sounds of water hitting the ground and pleasurable sighing behind him. A cold sweat formed on his cheek while the noises he was never meant to hear drove his mind wild despite his efforts to focus on something else. The other problem was something he had not noticed until Ochako ran behind the robots. Hearing somebody answer the call of nature made him realize that his own bladder had been filling up since the bus trip. He was not desperate by any means, but it was at that point where the discomfort was becoming noticeable. Hopefully, he would not need to wait too much longer before he could pay a visit to the restrooms. Until then, he would just have to shuffle his feet to keep the pressure at bay. “Where are they!?” “I think they went this way!” Just when Midoriya thought this situation couldn’t get any more awkward, the voices of Kirishima and Sero sent his heart rate flying. They were nearby and, if his memory of this city’s layout was accurate, would be coming around the corner very soon. He glanced back to the robot Ochako squatted behind, hoping to see her finished going and making herself presentable. Not only was she still crouched and the hissing sound as strong as ever, but now a very visible yellow puddle was spreading from underneath the robot. He could already see the worst case scenario playing out in his head: their other teammates seeing the growing puddle and putting two-and-two together, or worse, running right past it and having a direct view of Ochako in mid-pee. The poor girl would be mortified beyond belief, and the shame of failure would hang around his neck like a hundred ton weight. He could not let that happen no matter what; Ochako was his friend, and letting her down was the least heroic thing he could possibly do. But what was he going to do to keep them from going up to the robots and asking about Ochako? No time to think, they would be rounding the corner anytime now. Before even he knew what he was doing, Midoriya turned around and ran up to the robot, keeping his head turned to the ground so as not to have any accidental peeks. Unzipping his fly, he fumbled with his pants and All-Might themed boxers until his aim was free of any barriers. A couple seconds passed in what felt like an eternity as he waited for his bladder to start emptying, his heartbeat feeling particularly strong in those moments. It started as mere drops dripping onto the ground, gradually coming out faster and more connected while Midoriya slowly got used to deliberately peeing in public. The drops eventually formed into a stream of off-yellow, arcing farther and higher until it struck the robot’s wrecked chassis. A clear sound of water bouncing off metal rang through the quiet street, while the pee trailed down until it added to Ochako’s already-impressive puddle. A light sigh left Midoriya as he hit full stream. He had to admit that despite the circumstances, it felt nice to relieve his bladder a good deal earlier than he expected. A split second later, however, and that feeling ended as he heard a pair of footsteps running up behind him. “Oh good, there’s Midori-what the!?” Sero’s voice jumped up in volume. “Dude, gross! Talk about unsportsmanlike conduct!” yelled Kirishima. “Eh heh heh,” Midoriya laughed while turning his head, revealing his blush and nervous smile. “S-sorry guys, I-I just couldn’t hold it in anymore, you know?” Both Sero and Kirishima put a hand behind their heads and turned around. “Ugh, at least you dealt with the robots that slipped away from us,” said Sero. “Y-yep, all clear over here,” said Midoriya, “Now c-could I have some privacy, please?” “Bit late to be asking that,” said Sero. Kirishima turned to the other street and said, “Come on, let’s head down the other way and see if there are any other stragglers.” “Alright. Go find Uraraka when you’re done and regroup with us when you can,” Sero added as he took off, “And don’t touch anyone until you wash those hands!” “Heh, g-got it!” replied Midoriya. Huh, I didn’t take Sero for the kind of person to be that serious about hand hygiene. To Midoriya’s relief, the streets were once again devoid of life save for him, Ochako, and his rapidly-draining bladder. He sighed while he watched his stream grow weaker, the splatter falling from the robot onto the urine-soaked ground before further reducing to a few final spurts. He had embarrassed himself rather badly, but at least it was for a good reason. Right now, his concern was for Ochako and how she was feeling after all this. Deku… really did that for me? The last minute or so had been quite the emotional roller coaster for Ochako. She had fallen into a dead silence upon hearing Sero and Kirishima’s voice, though there was nothing she could do to halt the downpour coming from her crotch. Then came the pitter-patter right behind her and Midoriya’s up-close voice which made her heart pound in her throat. She didn't dare turn her head, but knew full well what he was doing to cover for her. Much as she appreciated not having anyone else know about her sudden potty time, the thought of someone humiliating themselves for her sake filled her heart with the heavy weight of guilt. Having others take the fall for her was a very unheroic thing to do, and she had to make it up to him somehow. The other boys had not even left yet by the time Ochako’s spray finally began its slow decline. Another fifteen seconds, and her bladder fully ran out of pee to add to the large puddle below her. She wiggled her butt to shake off the last couple drops, then slowly stood up, hearing Midoriya gasp and quickly adjust his clothes. Rather than confront him immediately, Ochako first took the time to examine the damage on her costume. For the first time ever, she was thankful her outfit was a skintight suit with dark colors. The only signs that she had wet herself were a shine on the crotch and maybe the pink was a little darker, things that someone would only notice if they were directly focused on that part of the costume. It’s a good thing Mineta isn’t here right now, she thought. Walking around to Midoriya’s side of the robot, she found it hard to make eye contact with him, though in the brief moment she did, she discovered he had the same problem as well. She put her hand behind her head and tried to speak, but the words would not leave her lips. “I… uh…” was all she could manage at first. “Um, so…” muttered Midoriya, “Are you...” “I’m sorry!” blurted Ochako, lowering her head. Midoriya reeled back in surprise. “S-sorry? What for?” Ochako put her hands together at her legs and glanced to the ground. “Um, Mr. Aizawa was right. I should have taken care of this before I went to lunch, but I fell into a routine of waiting until after.” “Don’t blame yourself for that,” said Midoriya, shaking his head. “Nobody could have guessed the teachers were going to spring this exercise on us.” “It doesn’t matter if I couldn’t see it coming. I should’ve been able to hold it like a real hero, but I couldn’t, and then you went and embarrassed yourself for me. I don’t know how I could ever make it up to you for that.” “Oh, please don’t worry about that. It’s nothing, really.” Midoriya put his left hand to his chest. “In fact, I’m the one who should be apologizing to you, Uraraka.” “A-apologize?” Ochako’s eyes opened wide and looked straight ahead. “But why?” “Please tell me the truth, Uraraka. Did you come to my aid and yell ‘stop’ because you didn’t want me to use my quirk and hurt myself?” “Um, well…” mumbled Ochako, scratching her head. Midoriya’s perception was spot on as always, yet she still found it hard to admit to it. “It’s okay, you don’t need to say anything.” Midoriya held up his right arm and looked at it. “I came to this academy so I could become the greatest hero, but until I master my quirk, I’m as big of a danger to myself as any villain.” “Don’t say something like that, Deku!” Ochako raised her arms. “I think you’re great hero material even without mastering your quirk.” Midoriya let out a sigh. “Still, if I had better control of it, you wouldn’t have had to push yourself so hard to save me, and then you might have had a chance to find a bathroom in time. It’s hard for me not to feel a little burdensome, you know?” Is that all? Silly Deku, she thought, growing a soft smile. “It’s okay, I felt the same way when I was trying not to wet myself this whole exercise.” She stepped forward, closing the gap between them to a few feet. “And that’s why we’re here, right? To push ourselves and learn how to be real heroes so we won’t have to feel like a burden to others.” It took a couple seconds, but Midoriya smiled in earnest for the first time since the exercise started. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” “You’ll get there someday, Deku. I know you will,” said Ochako, “I just hope I can keep getting better right with you.” “Then let’s get better together,” replied Midoriya, giving a thumbs-up, “So neither of us have to embarrass ourselves again.” “Hee hee, maybe not the best motivation, but together it is!” Ochako returned the thumbs-up with glee. It never failed to amaze her how a quick chat with Midoriya was sometimes all she needed to get into a better mood. She could still feel its fading warmth, but her wetting seemed so far away right now. The crashing of a collapsing building nearby made her forget about it even more. “Wuh-what was that!?” Both Midoriya and Ochako snapped their attention in the noise’s direction. As they feared, another robot had turned up, this one as tall as the skyscraper it had just demolished. Sero and Kirishima could be seen dealing with it already, but they certainly could not get the job done alone. “Seriously!? Where did that even come from?” asked Midoriya. “I guess they want us to really earn our lunch,” said Ochako. “Then we better stop it before it can wreck anything else.” The two of them glanced at each other and shared a nod before running off to face the robot, leaving the scene of their emergency piddle behind, their bladders now as empty as their stomachs. A sense of hunger could be seen in their eyes, not just for food but for growth, and they would fight to the last drop of strength until they had enough of both to call themselves true heroes.
  12. Here4theFun

    female No toilet challenge

    I wanted to do the no toilet challenge for so long, and I got the perfect opportunity the other day! I was alone on the house my family has in a village with my dog, it has a big garden, a swimingpool and only two neighbouring houses that can see said garden, so the game was on. The challenge is just one rule, you are not allowed to pee on the toilet for the whole day. I woke up and decided to hold my morning pee, so I had breakfast and walked my dog insted. This proved difficult because by the time we were returning an hourlater I was fairly desperate. So when I arrived I went to the back of the garden and just squatted and let all my pee out. After that I just chilled and kept drinking. I made my lunch and drank a glass of water and a coke by thattime I was getting desperate again, but that didn't mean I couldn't torture my bladder a bit more, so I crossed my legs and drunk a glass of Fanta and another glass of water while completing warious tasks and doing some jumping jacks. I felt I was nearing the end of my rope so I took the bottle of coke and went to the pool. After jumping I tried yo swim but the cold water was too much on my bladder, so I had to get out while I leaked. I got the bottle just in time to pee inside, lets just say that at first not much got inside . It was quite the experience squatting on the grass peeing inside the already pee filled bottle in full view of those neighbours. After that I drunk a bit more and had a shower, peed a bit there and just dresesd myself and begun packing because my mom was coming that night to stay with my dog while I came back to the city. Two hours later my need to pee resurfaced, and this time I felt a bit more daring, so I went to a little part of the garden thatis filled with stones and fully visible by the people who live across the street on a first floor, lowered my shorts and my thong arround my ankles, put my back to the wall and just let go. My bliss was that big that I didn't even hear the door open, just my name being called as my mother got out in the garden. I had enough time to put my shots and thong over my still dripping pussy and make some bulshit excuse. What would follow would be her driving me to the train station and a very desperate 40 minutes fidgetting and crossing my legs while I felt my wet thong and my high waisted quite tight shorts not helping at all my very full bladder situation. But seeing as I was pretty desperate I had to enjoy it I thought, so I went to Starbucks and brought myself an Iced tea with the promise that if I drunk it I would be allowed to pee on the glass. Lets just say it was very hard, more so when I accidentally pushed my already bulging bladder against the counter, I swear I nearly wet myself then and there. I was nearly holding myself when I got to my empty house. I didn't even hesitate and went directly to the bathroom where I managed to finish my drink in record time. Fumbling with my clothes was hard because I had to press my bloated belly to undo the buttons and my already tired bladder had to let go of a few spurts. After all that holding, peeing in the glass was heaven. And just before sleeping I allowed myself to piss in the shower again. The bottle and glass were of 500 ml, so I will try and mesuare my bladder capacity, What do you think? Do you have any more fun challenges we could try?
  13. I wanted something kancolle-related to do while my ships are stuck in the docks and I inevitably run out of buckets, so I'm going to try to run an interactive story. For anyone who doesn't know what kantai collection is, I advise you to google it because I'm bad at explaining things. ~ You wake up in a room filled with the sounds of various pieces of machinery, which is dimly illuminated by light filtering through transparent patches in the ceiling. Before you have time to consider the implications of this, a door opens behind you and you hear footsteps. Looking around, you see a girl with pink hair and various metal contraptions on her back and arms and a man dressed in the uniform of an admiral. They both seem to be staring at you with a perplexed look. After a brief, awkward silence the man speaks up. "Hello, and welcome to our naval base. I am the admiral, and this is Akashi. I'm quite busy now, but Akashi will show you around." He speaks as if he has repeated this exact statement many times before. The admiral walks out, leaving you alone with Akashi. Akashi looks at you and smiles. "So, any questions?" 1. "No, seemed pretty straightforward to me." 2. "Yes, what's happening? How did I get here?" 3. Other
  14. Does anyone know where I can find some videos centered around mature women preferably their 40s or 50s who wear and use diapers? I think I may have developed some kind of fetish for this after seeing all these Tena and Always Discreet commercials with mature women in them.
  15. Keita123

    Omo Online

    Omo Online. It was quite the niche VRMMORPG that specifically appealed to people who like omorashi. Every character would have a bladder and bowel meter that would fill up quite faster than in the real world so everyone could experience accidents that would be too taboo to do in the real world. You would also get buffs to your stats the more you hold, encouraging constant desperation in the players. Yolko was such a player. Yolko, of course, was her character name. In the real world, she was just a shy college student who wished to try having a real accident. And now here, she could freely do so without ruining her real life reputation. Having an accident might still have consequences in game though. She chose to play as a knight, thus she started off with the knight intro. Once she entered the game world, she was in the large room along with many other players that chose the same start as her. "Please, take your seats, ladies and gentlemen. Final words from the headmaster before you leave the school." Ah, she understood. She and the other players were fresh graduates from the knight academy. She took a seat in one of the available seats. She immediately felt how tight her brown pants were, making her blush. She couldn't wear something like that in the real world for sure. The lecture soon began and it didn't take long for her to realize this was intended to be a simulation of the classic omo scenario as just a few moments into the event, she could feel a strong need to pee. Looking at the other crossed legs around her, it was not only her. She could feel her bowels stirring as well. So it begins... this game really is good at simulating desperation... What should I do next? 1. Hold for as long as I can. Treat it like it's really real. I want my first accident to be a really genuine one. 2. Begin relaxing her sphincter to leak and fart a little. I always wanted to do something naughty like this. 3. Rise up and ask for permission to go to the bathroom, just to see how the game would react A/N: Just stealing the design from SAO. Not actually a crossover.
  16. It is not often that I divulge information about my personal life on this site, but I felt like this story would warrant my publication. First, I'll tell you a little about myself. I'm a straight guy, early twenties, and pretty fit. I personally do not do wetting or desperation, (although I have tried it when I was younger), but of course I love when women wet themselves. I do not care if it is on purpose or by accident, as long as they do not get emotionally harmed in the process. Further, I am a college student, but my passion is working as an emergency medical technician (EMT). Now, for those who do not know, this is a line work that goes from zero to a million in a second. One can go from having a week worth of 8 hour shifts, and receiving just a couple of trivial, non-emergency calls, all the way to having 15 critical, extremely stressful calls in the course of 6 hours. Thus, you might imagine that on a good day, all would have eaten well, rested, and used the bathroom at intervals considered normal for a perfectly average human being. Likewise, on an extremely busy day, one would expect the contrary. Of course, I won’t bore you with my antics of getting food on the fly, or with stories of lost sleep. Instead, I will indulge you with one story (and maybe others in the future) that embodies this forum’s spirit. Without doubt, I will reveal a story about the day one of my female partners did the unthinkable ;) , and did not even mind. The story goes as follows: my EMT partner (who I will call Francesca for security purposes), and I signed up to work an 8 hour shift together as have been doing every week, for the last year. The day was frigid, and snow was expected to fall heavily that night. Combining this knowledge with the fact that the college in our district was expecting to have one of the biggest party nights of the semester, we knew were in for a shit-storm (literally!). Anyway, we both arrived at the station, and put on our uniforms; dark black tactical pants, black waterproof tactical boots, and dark colored job shirts affixed with all of our patches. We then proceeded to perform a check of equipment on board the truck, and received our briefing/pep talk from the duty-officer. Then suddenly, not a minute had passed since we were finished being briefed, already the tones had dropped and we were being summoned to our first call for an elderly woman who had slipped on some ice. Easy, we took her to the hospital, and began our way back to the station. That’s when I noticed Francesca start to fidget in her seat, so I asked her what was wrong. “Nothing, I just really need to pee a little. I didn’t get a chance after the briefing,” she answered. So, I reassured her that we would be back soon, and that she would be able to do so in the station. That’s when dispatch requested us to respond to the outskirts of the adjacent, rural municipality. Immediately, Francesca rolled her eyes and gave me a very unsatisfied look. I told her I was sorry, and we proceeded to the scene. Much to everyone’s disdain, upon our arrival, the fire chief at the accident told us we were no longer needed. Now, we were forced to return to our district, which was a good twenty minutes away under normal driving conditions (now the roads were starting to freeze up), so driving time had obviously increased. By this point, I could see her getting desperate; I didn’t know what to do. The town had some stores, but we passed them 10 minutes before, so they were not an option. Pulling over for her to squat on the side of the road, hell no in this age of instant social media. We both knew that she would have to brave the time of travel back to the station…….(To be continued, if there is interest? ;) )
  17. MrJoseRocha

    Britney's Wet Day 2018

    From the album: JinkToons

    This is not shaping up to be Britney's best day ever.

    © Jose Rocha

  18. MrJoseRocha

    Omorashi Comic 1 Luna's Accident 2018

    From the album: My Pictures

    This is my first Omorashi Comic produce by my animation studio DuMont. In this comic Poor Luna is having an accident.

    © nickelodeon

  19. bes31

    End of the Line

    Hi. Recently, I've been interested in a certain type of story, the simple line story: A group of girls, an occupied bathroom, and the surrounding drama that follows. It's not complex, but I've been wanting to write one of these for a while, so here goes nothing. Also.. Homage to Rick Dixon, I guess, as he's been one of my favorite writers on here recently. I think my goal here is to flesh out such a story to the maximum capability, so this will be pretty long (and this will be only the first part). I haven't written long-form in a while, so I hope y'all like it. End of the Line: PART 1: "200 miles away. North or South." Last month, once college had finished and our final test had been inputted, a group of friends and I decided that it would be the perfect time to fulfill a promise that we made to ourselves when we were Freshman-- a glorified, down-to-earth, Americana laced road-trip. As we depressed from the laborious Finals week, our attention turned to packing bags, booking hotels, and generalizing directions for what we called a "trip of a lifetime". In fairness, this statement was hyperbole, it was a standard road-trip, New York-to-California, and then back again with gusto and general tourist spirit. But for the four of us, the trip beyond the cramped settlement that is New York to the open land would be refreshing. It was the second day, and the four of us were situated comfortably into a moderately sized SUV, cozying up with the reclining seats, with all the accompanying entertainment being the empty roads and the cell phones that clinged onto the smallest bits of signals before being shut down to the rest of the world. It was boring, and as the sun began to close down on the warm afternoon, we had decided to grab a quick bite to eat (rather than nourishment from the endless foray of packed snacks, as Goldfish cannot sustain forever). At the smallest bit of civilization, the driver pulled into an old-school diner, with a glowing white-and-silver exterior with shining embezzlement and neon signs, all cascading with the smell of pancakes and coffee to impress the craving passengers. We were immune to the aesthetic, and the smells, and the four of us entered into the near-empty restaurant. "Hi y'all, welcome to End of the Line. It'll be four?" The waitress greeted, she was an older women with caked-on makeup upon a wrinkled face and a pony-tail that oft represented someone below her age, still she bounced around with energy, charisma, and a Midwestern charm. After the long day of travelling, our group could only do with a nod, and immediately she piloted us to a large table, glistening, surrounded by strange music memorabilia. "Now, do y'all need anything?" "We'll have waters." I started, which caused a slight grimace on the face of the waitress, what's up with that? I thought. Either way, she smiled at me and assured the group that she would return with said waters. Across from me, one of the members of the group peered around the room with a slight urgency. To her left, she peered, above my head, she shook her head, and then to her right, she smiled and stood up, causing our heads to turn. "I'll be right back." Hanna, the standing girl, told the group, as she walked off to a slight crevice in the diner, the bathrooms... of course. I thought to myself, as it had been a long day for all of us. Hanna was the owner of the SUV, and with that came the responsibility of driving that lumbering vehicle across the country, of course Mark, Felicity, or myself would all have been willing to drive as well, but Hanna was stubborn, and willingly beared the responsibility. Today, she woke up in a hotel room, and by 9:00 she was behind the wheel, and continued to do so with only minimal stops for 8 hours. She was strong, and stubborn, but as she now stood in the crevice, knees slightly bent, acknowledging the occupied single-toilet room in front of her, I could tell she was nearing her breaking point, and shamefully, I became fascinated. "What about you, Felicity?" Mark asked with a candidness that impressed me. Felicity was to my right, and my eyes turned from Hanna at the door to Felicity as the questioning began. It was fair, as like Hanna, Felicity had gone eight hours without any form of relief. We had made two stops, one at 1:00, where we filled the car with gas and grabbed a bite to eat from a gas station, but when the topic of the bathroom brought up, we were presented with an out of order sign. We continued onward, though, until around 3:00, where Marks bladder had expanded too far, and he requsted a reprieve on the side of the road. There, Mark and I both relieved ourselves as the girls diverted their eyes, we offered to do the same for them, but neither obliged, as it would have been obscene. Now, Hanna was waiting for the toilet to open, obviously in some discomfort, and Felicity simply sat, not wanting to cause a scene. "Oh--- I'm fine.... No need to get up there until Hanna's done." Fair enough, though Felicity acknowledged her need. Underneath the table, I could tell that Felicity had crossed legs, and a protruding bladder that could be seen through the outline of her sundress, sometimes she would bite her lips, but she remained calm. I pretended the read the menus as I watched both girls, Hanna casually gazing at her phone, legs crossed as the door remained locked, and Felicity, who read the menu herself with discomfort-- I was blessed to be friends with such beautiful girls. Felicity was pristine, a sort of controlled beauty with pale skin, golden-blonde hair and a good body, all masking someone who was intelligent and thoughtful, all of which forced me to have romantic feelings that I never could control. Hanna on the other hand, was much more of a friend (as I had known her since we were children), she was skinny, with long legs and curly brown hair, she was more down-to earth, in a blouse, jean skirt, and boots that matched her perfect, still I could tell she was incredibly pretty, and even as friends I enjoyed watching her ponder the still-locked door. Those doors have been locked for a while, I thought as the waitress appeared with our drinks. Casually, she looked over to Hanna with a face that resembled empathy, did she know something I didn't? Hanna looked back at us as well, slightly confused, and certainly annoyed, her legs bent inward to the slightest degree and a right leg that couldn't sit still. Quietly, she squeezed on her thigh, trying to focus on her phone. Five minutes later, and as Hanna began to stare longingly at the closed door, and Felicity began to place her left hand down near crotch, giving occasional squeezes to her cramping urethra, the door opened with the sound of a bell ringing, and a family coming through the doors. There were four of them, and as the ordered off the menu, I took note of the family, a overworked Mother and Father, a young boy, and a women who seem disinterested with her parents conversation. The women was annoyed and flustered, dressed in tight jean-shorts, a blue t-shirt, and with dyed blonde hair with a punk aesthetic. She was probably 17-19, with a surprisingly large chest, and with a personality that drew ire from (what I assumed was) her family. Picking up the families conversation, I listened closely. "Come on, Darlene, you're being ridiculous." The Mother lambasted, Darlene must've been the women's name. "Just shut up! I'm fine!" "Darlene's gonna pee her pants." The boy said with a sing-song mocking tone, immediately my ears perked up. "Darlene's gonna pee--" "No I'm not! Shut up!" Darlene nearly screamed, she was slouched into her chair, exposing enough of her middrift to see a slight rise near her lower belly. She probably was caught in the same predicament, a long drive without a toilet and too much decency to pee into the side of the road. As I listened, I caught Felicity averting her ears, she seemed in pain, as if the conversation reminded her about her own needs. Hanna continued to play on her phone, but the expression on her face was worsening. "I don't use public bathrooms, they're gross!" Darlene continued. "Well, we are not stopping until the hotel, so it's either now or midnight." The father continued, all with forceful certainty. Darlene rolled her eyes at him, adjusting her Daisy-Duke which showed a little more of her inner thighs than I could handle, I tried to stay calm, as these situations were beginning to stack upon each other. "Whatever...... Besides, there's a line for the bathroom already." Darlene nodded off to Hanna, who was by herself, contemplating the door that remained locked. Another five minutes had past when we started to realize that something was off. Hanna was bouncing up and down at this point, rolling her Converses on the tiled floor and constantly biting her lips, she hadn't used the toilet in nearly nine hours at this point and the drinking of sodas and water inside the car was regular. Now, she felt weighted down, sometimes crossed over, even at some points she pondered to the Men's bathroom, but as she pulled ever so slightly she found that the Men's reprieve was locked as well. She remained stuck, and Felicity watched with baited breath, even Darlene made a few glances, she shook ever so slightly (even if she wouldn't be caught dead in a public toilet, a point she iterated many times to her poor parents). "Do you think there are staff bathrooms?" Felicity asked me with shyness, she didn't like being in such a predicament as she twisted the edges of her sundress, her legs deviating from positions, trying to find comfort, but the pain was within. "You could ask." I reminded Felicity, who seemed dissatisfied with her answer, especially since Hanna had already asked. A few minutes ago, when the waitress brought over our meals of pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon, and the likes, Hanna had asked her why exactly the bathrooms were closed. "Oh, they're just occupied." The waitress responded with a uneasy smile, sometimes she would bounce on her black high-heels, she was desperate too, so if there was a staff bathroom, it wasn't being used either. Across the restaurant, Darlene clamped down on her short shorts, giving a slight moan, from my vantage point I could see the slightest trickle of darkness on the indigo, her legs crossed with intensity, just preventing a flood from appearing. "Oh Darlene, you're hurting yourself!" The Mother warned her daughter, whose eyes rang with worry instead of rebel spirit. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhh---- Fine!" Darlene stood up and awkwardly jigged to the crevice where the bathroom would be, I wondered how much of the "Uh"'s were a stand in for her pride, as she obviously was losing control. In the crevice, the punk-rock girl stood next to Hanna, comparatively, Darlene was in rougher shape, bent over with one hand permanently pressed down on her failing privates. Hanna was desperate too, but under control, Darlene looked as if she could burst at any moment-- but she did have pride, one that prevented her from losing control. "What's up with the bathrooms?" Darlene spoke to Hanna, who was fine with conversation, anything to get her mind off her swollen bladder. "I don't know, whomever's in there is not coming out." "Have you tried knocking on the door?!" Darlene dramatically asked, shifting hands around her waist-- God, she could explode at any second. Hanna had no response, not sure what the punk-rock girl was alluding too. "Y'know, to see if anyone's in there!" "Oh--- Okay." Hanna nodded and quickly knocked on the door, and almost immediately, a knock back. In some ways, this was the worst case scenario, and both girls knew what this socially meant. If the doors were locked and no one was inside, then there was no reason to wait, the girls could both run to the back and relieve their swollen, oversized bladders, but now that an open toilet was accessible, they had to stay, and just wait. I watched intently, though I saw Felicity look at me, maybe she was wondering why I was so interested. "Um.... Hi?" Hanna spoke to the person on the other side. "You've been in there a while, and there are people here who really need the.... Y'know. Do you think you can come out soon." From the other side, a women's voice, "Just a second". Darlene moaned, shaking her hips around in obvious cramping pain. "I don't have a second! I need to pee now!" Darlene complained, drawing attention to the entire kitchen and her family. I looked over to them, her brother was loving it with a giddy smile, but her parents were worried. Hanna was also worried, but also annoyed, as she swayed around, sometimes kicking up her legs, almost nearing a pace. "I get that you need to go-- So do I-- But you don't have to yell so loud." Hanna talked down to Darlene, who responded to it in spade, bending down and nodding (and surprisingly, not yelling). I get the yelling, I've been in positions where I've almost lost control, but I couldn't imagine Hanna or Felicity liked such a display. Suddenly, I was reminded of Felicity, who rubbed her thighs constantly. "Sorry--- It's just that I haven't gone all day, and I just really need to go." Darlene said in a lower tone. "Literally all day, you see, I have a fear of public bathrooms, so when I woke up at the hotel this morning I just couldn't muster the will to go. I thought that there would be a time that I could piss in the woods, or piss in a bottle, but my parents didn't let me-- and now--- Well, I think if I don't use the toilet soon, I'm going to explode." Hanna (and I) listened to the story. I imagined, the long afternoon drive with confidence, just waiting for an oppurtunity to release your pent up bladder and to be denied relief over and over again. God, I was becoming fascinated, my thoughts became rock hard as I put off the pancakes to appreciate the three girls that were putting on a show. Felicity burrowed herself down, pushing on her nether regions with strength, her pale face beginning to appear beet red. Darlene hadn't relieved her swollen bladder for a long time, and it showed from her pained face, crossed legs, and dancing hips. And then there was Hanna, who stood with her head against the wall, feeling the pain of standing in the same spot for nearly 15 minutes without the door opening. Part of me wished I could escort all three girls out of the diner and to the side of the room, and from there I would watch as they undress, Felicity would pull up her sundress and move her white panties to the side as she would unleash a torrent, Darlene would slide down her short shorts and panties, all trickling down with precious (and loud) relief, and Hanna would cautiously roll down her panties as the stream would appear from underneath her now Commando skirt. But that would be weird, much better for just a fantasy. Instead the girls remained in pain, the door remained locked. But then, the next best thing occurred-- because the entrance opened again, and immediately I was sparked again. "Hi y'all, is it two today?" The waitress asked, she legitimately seemed to be in pain at this point. "Oh no... We were just wondering if we could use your facilities?.. Please." "Oh... Well, they're to your right." On instinct, my head swiveled again to spot two women, both which immediately recognized the uncomfortable line in place, and from their uncomfortable stances, would only be contributing. "Ah, shit... There's a line, Jasmine." The one on the left claimed, she was gaudy and alternative, large-chested with dark-brown skin and long braided hair, dressed in flowing blouse and oddly colored pink skirt which loosely covered her upper thigh. Still, she was bursting, obviously, from head-to-toe, with her legs scrunched up, hand pushing down on her urethra, and a pained expression that could already be seen from the other girls. Next to her, a smaller women with lighter-brown skin, petite frame and short brown hair, she was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, tom-boyish in nature, and her straight posture carried more of the same. I could have mistaken her for a man if it wasn't for the perky breasts that poked through her yellow v-neck shirt, and the she was pushing on her vagina as well. "There's nowhere else we can go." Immediately, Jasmine and the other women hurried to the line, only increasing the worry of the desperate Felicity, who didn't want to expose her desperation, and remained sitting. I looked to her with a startling worry, and she turned back to me with pain drenching her face, and nearly a tear in her eye. Putting her mind off of it, she finished up her pancakes. It was crazy that the food was done, and for all 20 minutes, Hanna had been standing up there, now it was dificult to spot her in the crevice, with Darlene leaning on the wall, and the two women taking spots as well. Sometimes I would see the head of Hanna, she looked bewildered, completely enamored with her desperation, near the point of crying out. "Erica..." Jasmine spoke, unbuttoning her jeans to relieve the pressure on her expanding bladder, "this is really bad, I'm about to explode." "Me too, honey... Me too." Erica said with sympathy. "We all are." Darlene introduced herself to the two women. "But I've been here for ten minutes, and this girl--" Darlene pointed to Hanna, who tried the men's bathroom for the 20th time and found no success, "she's been here for twenty." "Twenty!" Erica reacted with shock. "Is there a dead body in the toilets or something!?" "We've talked to her, she just won't open the door." Hanna said with complete frustration. "Why don't we barge in, we haven't peed for a day!" Jasmine contextualized the two's shaking and complete desperation, a day? God, these girls were stronger than I could imagine. "We were supposed to go to an Air B&B, but it got cancelled, so we had to stay in our car for the night and even thought we've been dying for a piss for forever, we just couldn't find a place that had a toilet. Until now." "You haven't gone for 24 hours!?" Darlene was amazed, as she was at wits end with only a measly 20 hours to her name. "Something like that-- and--- Oh!!!" Erica moaned, causing a chain response for all the girls to moan. All four girls were dying, and their desperation just couldn't end. Hanna now knelt down next to the bathroom, a few spurts stained the bottom of her light-blue jean skirt, but it was nothing to Darlene, who remained in complete tension and still had a dark spot on her short shorts. Jasmine continued to push down, tears forming in her-- "Bes." And then there was Erica, who pulled on her miniskirt and-- "Bes!" My attention was halted, as suddenly someone was calling for me. It was Felicity, who in the madness I forgot was waging her own war. I looked at her with worry. "Yeah?" "Could you uh---" Awkwardly, she chose words. "Could you help me outside?" "H...Help?" She looked to me with complete agony on her face, and I knew what she meant. I stood up from my meal, and as Mark watched, I helped up Felicity as well. She was really hurting, her face still red, with her hand carefully placed over her crotch, everything swelled and full, but despite it not a single drop on her chair-- she forced herself to hold it, and when she couldn't, she came to me. Holding her hand, I helped the bursting girl out of the diner, not even gaining attention from the other girls, they were already occupied with their own problems. "What do you want to do?" "I don't know-- Just---- Just take me---" Felicity couldn't complete a sentence as I pulled her out. I pushed on the door and allowed her to leave the sight lines. Throughout all of this she hopped along, bursting at every corner, with every step being a careful balance not to lose control of the overflowed load inside of her. I was not aroused, though, I was worried, and with worry I made sure that she reached the side of the building, just as a large humming sound came from the highway. Felicity still looked around, she was bursting, but she could tell that given the correct angle, a passerby could see her, carefully she moved on, pushing down on the abused cloth that made her sundress. "I promise I won't look." I told her as I let go of her hand, she was at the side of the building, nearing the back as I let her by herself. Alone, Felicity danced, a full-on potty dance as if she was a child, looking around to see if it was finally appropriate for her to pull down her panties and unleash the built up storm. I want nothing more to watch, but I promised that I wouldn't, so with pain I turned away. Still I could hear Felicity pull down her panties and moan, and--- It was silent, without any sounds of spashes or moans of relief. After 15 seconds of silence, I was confused. "Is everything alright?" "I.... I can't." She can't?? I thought, thinking of turning around. "What do you mean, you can't." "I.... It's locked, I can't...." Awkardness filled the space between us, as I stood away from her. "Can I turn around?" I asked, wondering what was wrong. "Yeah." I did, and to my surprise there was nothing, no liquid, no piss, but Felicity remained dancing, dying to pee. "I'm just really shy, that's all." She said, blushing. I managed out a smile, could you imagine-- pee shyness for someone so desperate, I couldn't imagine how it felt for Felicity, who was dying, and just couldn't. "I've never been able to pee outside, I just thought since it's so bad that..." She bent over, "I need to wait for a toilet." "Well, that's okay, you'll just wait on line." I said with ignorance, and she smiled at it as if it was a joke. "Yeah, that'll work out good." Felicity pranced back to the diner, still pulling on her sundress, and as the sun began to fade I wished for nothing more to have been able to see the pleasures of Felicity's relief-- but it'll have to wait. Maybe the bathroom was open, whoever was inside is finally out, maybe Hanna can get relief! Either way, I felt the sting of my own bladder, and the peace of the wall. I let go slowly, urinating against the wall, realizing that the strain I felt was nothing compared to those five girls. I smiled at the thought, of how many beautiful bursting bladders had been placed before me as I finished, buttoning my jeans and-- "Shit! Shit! Shit!!!" A loud voice came near at a record pace, and I stopped, as because from the corner the figure of Darlene appeared, blue t-shirt and blue shorts that were so short that they drew my into a frenzy, all along with it a stained bottom where spurts of piss had been coming out of the desperate girls troubled urethra. She bounced her legs up and down with fury as she stopped, and looked at me. And I looked at her. And she looked at me. And I looked at her. And she pissed her pants. Her muscles stopped, and she bent forward, with the strained indigo becoming the only color as the liquid surrounded her lower body. She nearly squealed as I watched her lose complete control, eventually as the urine poured out of her body she attempted to pull down her moist shorts, but the stickiness prevented it, and suddenly she was fully drenched. I could only watch in amazement, and she reacted with horror, all turning into a shocked, saddened face-- she had so much pride, and now it was as if she was a little girl. "I----" She struggled to make a word, still pushing down as the stream stopped. I said nothing, in shock as well. "I--- I really needed to pee." It was known. From behind her, her family appeared as she walked off, embarrassed, without saying a word. Her Mother and Father reprimanded her, "Why didn't you go like we told you to!" Her Father yelled, and Darlene's brother teased her relentlessly. Darlene was going to remember this day for the rest of her life, and so would Erica, Jasmine, Felicity, Hanna, all because someone refused to leave the bathroom. The problem was that there were no public bathrooms from here, for 200 miles, either way. You either peed now, or you would wait, and those who came had no choice. It was the End of the Line. If you didn't pee here, you wouldn't pee anywhere. Carefully, I walked out of the side of the building, through a window I saw Mark and Felicity, both waiting for this nightmare to end. Felicity's hands were tied, and her head was on the table. I also saw the line, now three girls, waiting with urine coming through their eyes. But it was then that I saw something else, something that made it only crazier. In the front of the diner, a school bus-- a school trip-- and unless my eyes deceived me, many girls that weren't peeing anywhere else. END OF PART 1
  20. mat-the-cat

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    Yesterday I stumbled upon this lovely lady's Twitter, and checking the forums I couldn't find anything on her yet, so I thought I'd share her videos with you people. I can tell you, they are absolutely amazing. She's adorable and her wettings are among the best I have ever seen. If you don't know her yet, you just HAVE to take a look. Her extensive desperation and explosive wettings blow my mind. Also, make sure to check out her Twitter: https://twitter.com/yui_omo

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  21. I was recently playing Melissa Explains it All, reliving the good ole days, when I started thinking: are there any other games like this? I’m not sure if this is the right place to ask this question, but does anyone know of any games similar to Melissa Explains it All? I love the storytelling/ omorashi elements incorporated into one interactive game, and I’d love to see anything similar! 😁🙃
  22. I originally didn't want to post this story, and I guess I really shouldn't have investigated (read the story), but here I am, telling it to you guys on the forums. If you find a part of this story inappropriate, please say so, and to the moderators, if this doesn't comply with the rules in any way, I'll delete the thread. So here goes. So a while back, I was vacationing in Paris. I had a fun time- the attractions were all pretty amazing. I was with my friends (all guys, 4 of us) and we were heading back. Because we had day passes, we took the subway together. So my group squeezed into the relatively run-down subway car, we were all standing, and all my friends were using their phones playing candy crush or checking their text messages, idk, except me because the battery on mine ran out (Thanks for making me use it as a GPS, friends). So I'm just standing, checking out the scenery, when I see a lady wearing black jeans(?) who is standing, in her thirties, probably, who is apparently in the need to pee- she is fidgeting. I din't think much of the situation- I see people who need to use the toilet all the time. Next stop comes, she doesn't get off. Now, if you know Paris, the subway stops are spaced so that there's at least a 5 minute ride between stops, and we were on the outskirts so this was even more apparent. The lady was visibly getting more desperate, she was flinching and silently groaning, but didn't do anything too obscene like grab her..uh... probably because we were in public. I was facing her back. I was intrigued at this time. So she was desperate -I could hear her praying for the next stop (at least, she was muttering something), and this goes on for roughly a minute. I think she must has spurted in that time. Then the subway car hit an imperfection in the rail. I was probably the only one who heard the hissing because of the noise of the wheels, but I was listening for the tell-tale sound anyways. Hissing continues, but her black pants aren't wet. I was thinking that maybe I was mistaken for about 5 seconds, and then I see streaks leak out the side of the pants- not the center. She continues peeing, the streaks grow much thicker and wider, and I see some liquid on the floor, but I'm more interested (is that the word?) by where the liquid came out. Is she wearing an absorbent garment? The ride continues for about a minute or so, and when we get to the next stop, I decide to investigate further. I tell my friends I need to go to the bathroom, they tell me to meet them at the hotel, and I duck out of the carriage. The woman goes into a family restroom, and by this point I'm fairly certain that she is, in fact, wearing some sort of incontinence "protection". While I am waiting, I pretend to be calling a friend of my out-of battery phone. Woman gets out after about five minutes, and walks towards me. She does not recognize me, and I breathe a sigh of relief (not really). I walk in, do my business, and open the trash can lid. Sure enough, there was this huge, soaking yellow Tena Maxi pad( I could tell because of the design, and also because it was about a foot and a half long). The pad was just soaked- I don't even think this was her first accident in it, but maybe it was. There was no way it could hold any more liquid anymore- it looks like she just flooded the pad, releasing her whole bladder. I also saw an adhesive strip in the trash, but it was a lot smaller than the Maxi's strip. Probably a backup pad. I caught the next-next subway from the one I was originally on l, and I reflected on the incident. The woman was gone. I'm guessing she was stress incontinent, based on the fact that she was using pads and that she spilled her whole bladder- if she was urge incontinent she probably wouldn't have been able to hold an entire bladder- would she? I'm not a scientist. Also, she was using pads, not briefs. My friends were waiting, and they told me they saw something looking like pee on the floor of the subway. I was like, "really?". They said they thought it was from me, but then they saw my pants were dry. I charged my phone, we went to sleep, the end. FOR TL;DR's. This is a story about a woman who soaked an incontinence pad on a subway, and it leaked. I discovered the pad in the trash.
  23. Hello, and welcome to AuthorFaust's Commissions thread. Faust was just thinking about the last time Faust went to open these, but didn't have a proper setup, or a proper paypal or such to receive any such payments, causing many issues and or dissuading things.... But, Faust has remedied at least one of those problems, making payment more flexible and as such, writing prices a bit easier to work for! Faust wants to iterate that Faust is not in any danger as it is in case this kind of thing flops: Faust is basically doing this as a mild hobby to acclimate to his urge to spend money on a game he plays on the side. [Fate Grand Order, in case one was curious.] But, should you desire a Faust-written story of your own choosing, and are willing to compensate Faust, then read along! Otherwise, feel free to lurk, and maybe check out Faust's current Interactive! If Faust gets into the writing spirit enough with things....Faust might even have a second one to work on/Begin anew! ============================================================================================================================================ Commission Guidelines Specialities / What Faust will do Piddle-related incidents: [Including, but not limited to: Desperate Struggles, Free peeing, unintentional urination in garments, intentional urination in garments] Tummy-Related Incidents: [Including, but not limited to: Desperate Tummy Turmoil, Copious amounts of Gas, Panty-defiling production] Psuedo-Loli: [A character that looks or acts young, but is in actuality properly of age as dictated by your region of living] Diaper-Duties: [A character wearing/Utilizing a Diaper to deal with toilet issues.] Crossdressing: [A character Disguising themselves as the opposite Gender for intentions: Vulgar or not] Females: [Faust writes many works with a nearly-all female cast. However, this does not mean Faust won't at least try to write accident-incited stories with male protagonists.] Magical Mishaps: [Magical spells have Illicit Effects: Intentional or Not] Psuedo-Humans: [Beings that appear to be normal humans, but may have different Biology. Like Vampires, Ghouls, Servants etc.] Lovely Lewdities: [Characters interacting with other character's naughty parts.] Yandere Behavior: [Actions including but not limited to: Stalking, Trespassing, Fantasizing, improper treatment/acquisition of garments to a character.] Lewd Pranking: [Including but not limited to: Underwear Theft, Drink spiking, Skirt flipping, etc] Delays: [Things that stall a chance to relieve private needs such as: Long Lines, Occupied Stalls, Naughty Siblings stalling out, presence of Teachers or Parents, etc.] ============================================================================================================================================= Repulsions: Things Faust will not do Excessive Violence: [Faust will not focus on Excessive injuries, bloody scenes, dismemberment, or other forms of physical torture] Non-Consensual acts of Sexual intercourse: [No Forced Sex, plain and simple] NTR in regards to Yuno Gasai: [Personal Authorial Preference] ============================================================================================================================================ Middle Ground: Things Faust Might Do: Ask Faust. Faust will answer you. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Faust Reserves the Right to Modify this list at any given time.] =========================================================================================================================================== Pricing: Faust is still new at this pricing thing, but Faust will do his best to make a suitable setup, given the situation. Given examples such as MasterXploder whose thread can be found here, Faust will do pricing based on one of the following: 1. Word Count: $6 for every 1,000 Words. [$3 for every 500] Limit: 4,000 Words per Commission Incidents: 2,$4 for every incident/delay over the story. [For Example: Making a character Immediately wet would be 4, but having someone occupy the bathroom, an out of order sign on the next, a massive line blocking the third, and a wetting outside of the school would be 16. Discuss with Faust for the proper pricing before writing is begun] 3. Commissioner preference: [The Commissioner Negotiates a price with Faust directly, based on content.] [Specials:] [These are Special Themed Orders that one can make with Faust. These are limited time, so scoop em up, if you want them!] 1. Yuno Experiments: [Yuno is trying to experiment with various kinks, in order to cater to more desires.... [Incident/delay based: $3 per delay/incident of choice] 2. Bathroom Blowout: [With the bathroom out of order, Girls need to find other ways or places to go. $3 per Girl, +$1 for unfortunate Accidents in garments] 3. Personal Fantasy: [A story Written with a character that is aware of your presence, and is catering to your desire] [$15. Up to 3 characters per commission: DIscuss with Faust for details] 4. Catching Shorts: [Barring all plot and buildup, this is a special bit where you catch the target just as they are defiling garments, or otherwise dealing with urges. These are much much shorter than usual, given it's just the incident.....But come at a clip of $1 Per incident. (Meaning spotting someone wet outside of school would be a Dollar, but making them lose it at three more intervals would be 4 dollars total. The same person can be chosen more than once, though you might prefer different locations. Discuss with Faust Prior. If these are popular, Faust might develop a further special.] =========================================================================================================================================== [Catching Short Example:] ============================================================================================================================================ [Issuing Payment] Faust believes in providing optimal service for his customers, and as such, will not take payment until the commission is done. Faust would be too tempted to spend the money right away, and Faust wants to get the work done. As such, you will inform Faust of what your commission is. (Through Messaging him on this, or In this thread], and Faust will provide it to you, after which, you will paypal Faust the agreed upon amount. Failure to do so will get you on the Blacklist, and likely bar you from future commissions. Faust is trusting you, so please do not let Faust down. Whitelist: Zenkopan: [For being an amazing requester from last time Faust opened commissions] Night Rain: [First Commissioner since opened Commissions!] Blackist: None! [Let's keep it that way, everyone] ====================================================================================================================================== Parting Notes: Faust has a random smattering of knowledge of characters. As such, if it is not a character Faust has been seen using, one might want to ask Faust if he is aware of the series before writing. Informing Faust is always the best way to get a proper answer! So, any questions, ask away! Faust works a part-time Job, so works may be a bit slower than he'd like.
  24. Hi, If any of you have these videos, please post it here, i really need 'em. Thank you! DLFF-295 Caught girls wetting 2: https://www.jade-net-home.com/products/113489?m= DLSL-254 Drunk woman pissing in izakaya: https://www.jade-net-home.com/products/113917?m= DLEE-253: Woman leaking inthe streets trying to hold it: https://www.jade-net-home.com/products/113893?m=
  25. Hey guys before I begin I wanna say Thank you for reading, as always any comments, suggestions, or critic you would wish to share with me is greatly appreciated. Now, I want to say the events of the story takes place a week before the Earth Rage incident. The series I'm writing takes place in the year 2026 A.D. HOWEVER; this is the part that may throw you. Let it Die, is a Game, WITHIN A game. The prior chapter was just to build character's personalities. Mostly for X and Z. Y is kinda. too cool for words in personality and really, because of that he is harder to imagine what he'd say. ALSO IF you see a number for example like this (*) it means look at that illustration. Prologue "Hey Senpai!!!!" A man in a dark brooding Grim Reaper outfit on a skateboarded hollered.(1) In all honesty if this wasn't part of my daily routine it would be terrifying. This man makes carrying around a scythe sharp enough to slice flesh look natural. "Hey Uncle Death. I replied watching the skateboarding grim reaper perform an ollie before landing flat on his face (video linked below shows the scene in reference), the sound he made on impact reminded me of the sound I make when I flip a pancake to high and it lands on the floor. "I'd ask if you are alright, but I've seen you get up from worse" I yell towards him as he teleports behind me. "So you going to the arcade?" Uncle D questioned. "Where else would I go on a Saturday" I replied sharply. "Well I heard Let it Die had an update last night, apparently for adventurers whom, beat floor forty get a special story about the Jackals, however, besides just an invisible hunger meter, you also have to urinate. imagine it. Taking a piss when all of a sudden "Boom! Screamer nails you with a nail gun..." hahaha get it. Uncle death continued. "Hey Detox, Hey Mejin! " I yell entering the Akhibara arcade. This place is barely able to stay afloat. if it wasn't for the three regulars, Uncle Death, Mejin, and I it probably would've went under likes its ice cream machine years ago! "Hey emo... weirdo.... pervert.... You didn't choke on a mushroom in your sleep I see..." Naomi Detox said playing on her phone. Despite her cold external attitude she is actually really nice... "O..M...G It's abby's birthday, I'll send her a picture of me and Tom holding hands, because she is like in L-O-V-E with him. Hehe, Hope her day goes wonderful... bitch...She muttered to herself.. Okay, I take it back, she is kinda a wanker.... but, I like her. Usually. "Hey Mejin got any tips for....." I begin as he cuts me off "Not now brosphef, Brochado! I'm in the middle of a perfect run... with the new update there has been an influx of hackers.AS you know its my eat there children and leave their corpses homeless! Mejin says with authority an otaku of his caliber shouldn't have when his only company is a girl who hates him, a grim reaper and me .... good times...good vibes... Thinking about what he said I assumed he meant it the other way around but I know how he is, It's best to leave him alone till he looks over in my direction Taking my seat uncle death sits across from me. "Are you ready? OH! I forgot to tell you, I just got back from my yearly medical check up. Turns out, I don't have any internal organs... Just this weird nasty black gunky shit." Staring at him with confusion "Aren't you the embodiment of death?" I ask "Only on Sundays, Its crazy how many people die after church." Chapter 1. Jackals Maybe a Bad-ass But what do you do If your back is turned and you need too piss. Jackal MC Jackal Z. Death Drive 128 Game....Start.... Login Bonus Golden Pillbug.... You can find your rewards in the main game section inside the reward box Let it die *cough cough* let *cough* let it die The escalator began to sound the normal alarm.... I knew better than to try to destroy the alarm, after all it's to warn living people of our arrival. Mr. Yotsuyama said that it's so when someone who shows promise arrives at the top we can greet him or destroy him. Depending on his mood. Z hated that man, not only did his plan succeed completely in basically whipping out most of mankind, then he turns arounds and offers this bullshit rumor of riches and power beyond belief to anyone who can make it to the top. In reality this is so we can kill the would-be adventurer and sell their stuff on the black market, well, what's left of it anyway. X and Y said they were going to clear out the Fourth Don's area of any would be heroes. and work their way down they sent me to floor 1 to work my way up. Do they understand what those screamers on the lower floors are like? Little bugs waiting to be squashed. But like any bug. Occasionally one gets too close to killing one of us for comfort. We are like siblings now. I don't know what I'd do without them. Thinking on that she feels a small tear run down her face. Starting from floor 1 she made her way to Floor 10 on floor 10 she would relieve herself and get some shut eye. traveling 10 floors even with her skills took time, sometimes it took a full 48 hours nonstop. Killing any carbon based life she saw and scanning the equipment took time. As always any new adventure that died on floor one wasn't carrying much of value. A few street cone converted helmets. A few aprons people thought would help protect them. A firework launcher or two. nothing of value. Stepping onto floor two she sat down for a drink. sipping on the cool refreshing blueberry drink she favored. This was no gatorade (not sponsored). This drink was made from real blueberries Mr. Yotsuyama saved from the destruction for her as an apology of making her wet herself years prior. then it was imbued power from lifeshrooms, slowfungus. mouseshrooms, and lastly, and her personal favorite, bloodfungus (Medium)* it gave the blueberries such a rich and familiar taste. the same taste that X described as. "The taste of death." Taking a bite off a rat she grilled she continued up to floor three. On the escalator she felt her bladder begin to give her signals that, nature called, but some force told her it wasn't necessary yet. she was a big girl, a bad bitch, the queen of the Tower of Barbs. Plus, the most deadly female to ever set foot on this accursed tower. mk-1 Coen(2), the guardian and first challenge to anyone climbing the tower approached her and kneeled. "Floor 3 guardian, she began, has anyone dared to approach you?" She asked "No, my unholy mistress. Any fool brave enough to come near me is, as you can see, dead or in my belly, human flesh is a treat, I must ask you to stay awhile...."he rambled on The jackals and the Dons are the only people these vile beasts respect. climbing from floor 3 to floor 4 was easy enough she was however; feeling that ever growing need to urinate increase. before it felt like a small stream, manageable. By now though, it was starting to increase. grabbing her crotch to fight a wave of desperation between screamer attacks. in her less focused state she made the mistake of leaning back instead of stepping back and took an Apocalyptic Hockey Stick to the face, slicing her cheek. With a punch empowered with rage she punched that undead twat's head clean off. "Wait a minute, she said bending over, feeling her bladder protest this position. This hockey stick is abnormal." The blue enhanced wood was laced with incinderary chemicals, scanning the item she put it into her backpack. that would fetch a decent price, I would estimate about 3,500 kill coins or KC for short. Looking at the dead male corpse, or rather, redead corpse she saw the Great Britain Republic's logo, the Familiar GBR insignia was like acid in the throat. these people sent assassins for years to kill Y. I guess they still haven't given up... All he did was kill their queen... Scanning his armor she pocketed it as well, this wasn't for the black market. she collected insignias she wanted to keep track of all the teams she has disposed of. brushing her hands on her white high cut dress, she sighed noticing the blood stain on the leg part. she kicked the corpse "FUCKING BASTARD DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH DRY CLEANING COSTS NOWADAYS!! She screamed. This was Z's favorite dress, her good luck dress. the only time its even gotten dirty was when something bad was going to happen. She shook the negative thoughts from her head and continued on. On the fifth floor she encountered a rather, friendly bone tuber as in his shiny claws couldn't stay off her ass. She with the persuasion of removing one of those said claws convinced it molesting her wasn't a good idea. by now she was doing a pee dance between every couple of rooms. "What am I doing? Torturing my body" Zhenga thought to herself. Again though, for some reason she felt the need to continue, reaching the escalator to the 6th floor only meant 1one thing to her. almost at her goal of ten floors before pissing. she sat on the rising stairway and sipped on her drink. while its healing properties fixed the scratch on her cheek it did nothing to aid in her blood stain on white problem... The sixth floor was never a laughing matter, between tower crazed survivors, hatrified fighters that still knew how to shoot their pistols or even worse wield their blades, and screamers. If this wasn't bad enough, the second true challenge to any climber was on this floor. the Mk-1 Jin-Die(3). If Z was the baddest bitch of the tower Jin-die was the second baddest bitch. approaching the empty chasm she lived the familar sound of a woman's laughter echo'd across the walls. "Hello, Z" the matrion's voice echo'd around the chasm. "I assume you already know why I'm here?" Zhenga asked with impatience. The corpses of any foolish human has already been added to myself. I only take their flesh and skulls. Their junk, is over there" Jin-die said pointing her camera's to an area by the exit. Looking through this Z realized the Jin-Die was correct. All this shit was junk. The seventh floor was the hardest floor yet. the entire walk was met with Z yelling at herself, "Just take a piss god dammit" but she couldn't. her body was trembling with desire having to keep one hand buried into her crotch. Game paused exitting... 3.... 2... 1... Removing the headset I looked at Uncle Death. "Hey bro, whats the button to make her pee, she looks like her dam is gonna burst any second," I asked him "I think its L1-R1 plus square at the same time." He replied "Thanks bro" I responded Game resuming... 3... 2... 1.... She made it to the eighth floor. God she needed to pee, she felt the first warm splurt go into her black laced panties. feeling her crotch she determined the damage wasn't severe. "Hell, she said aloud, I'm this close to floor 10. I can make it" Although, she wasn't to sure of this herself. between the need to make quick adjustments and stay hydrated she knew this would be harder than she thought. in the middle of a huge wave of desperation she let out a two second long leak. she shrieked alerting the screamer in front of her of Z's presence. Holding her crotch unable to move she felt the first firework impact her chest. Doing everything she could to avoid a full on wet dress. she slung the yo-yo ahead of her, slicing that screamer in two. this momentum caused her to lose her grip for a second, but a second was all it took for a small nickel sized wet spot to appear on the dress. I'm wetting myself I have to go now. She finally felt like it was allowed to go. crouching beside the edge of one of the rooms she pushed her panties aside. pulled her dress up, and let the torrent go. it was then she felt a blow land on the back of her head. she saw stars falling on her butt she could only think "who hit me" regaining her focus she felt the warm liquid running down her leg. she managed to get it under control again. "Great" she said looking at the damage. there was now a very moderately sized wet patch on her dress. about the size of a coconut. turning around she punched the figure that attacked her. going straight through his undead chest and ripping out his heart. squeezing it the beast was shattered falling appart like dust. "Z.. come in It's X" she heard over her headset "I hear you X" she replied "we have a problem on the thirty-fourth floor we need you up her pronto, Y's down he's been shot by a sniper. We are pinned down, I've applied oriental medicine too the wounds but if we dont remove this issue soon. He may not be the only one needing dry cleaning." X said jokingly with obvious stress in his voice but, she lost him after he said Y was down all she could think was "no-no-no-no" she ran to the nearest elevator ignoring the feeling of warm liquid running down her leg she didn't care. Her brother in arms needed her. And she was going to kill the bastard who shot him. by the time her rage settled into composure the damage was done, her panties, her dress her pride was all soaked she didn't care. She could blame it on sweat after all. Using the elevator was a long slow process she didn't mind it normally but right now she was in a hurry. using a flame baton to dry her dress enough to make the stain not as noticeable she knew she'd still smell bad. taking one last big swig of her drink she dumped the remaining liquid onto her, she could say she fell taking a drink and spilled in on her, after all the combination of mushrooms could cause temporary loss of balance. not as bad as cateyeshrooms, or heartshrooms but still could be bad. arriving on the floor she could smell the super charged gunpowder. She could her the explosive shots. she ran towards it climbing up the burning debris that was in her way, she knew her body would be drained tomorrow she didn't care, not now, not when her brother was holding it together with mushrooms and X's subpar medical skills. after all X was the bad-ass, the brute of the team. I'd seen him use his blade in ways no ordinary man could. however, even if he was also her brother, she knew if anyone was gonna notice that he wet herself from the smell it was gonna be him. That wanker had the sense of smell of a bloodhound, and boy did he use it when it was to fuck with either of them. At last, she made it to the scene, in front of her was the sniper, she was going to kill him in the most brutal way imaginable. using her rage she threw the yo-yo causing its high energy wire to slice through the man's arms. disarming him, literally, and figuratively. kicking that sorry bastard in the face she held his mouth open putting the toy into his mouth she activated it causing spinning ionic blades to tear through him, his screams were muffled by his gargles on blood. when his body quit twitching only then did she pull back her weapon. Hopping down from the ledge she ran towards X and Y. she gasped when she saw Y. his blood was everywhere there was a humongous hole, about the size of a .45 from close range in his shoulder near the area of an artery. " I stopped the bleeding; but you should take him to Mr.Yotsuyama. He'll be able to patch him up." X said with the look of worry on his face, his visor was clear. its normal black look was disabled so he could show emotions. For the first time Z saw a tear come out of his face. This was the first time she'd ever seen him cry. Y was the responsible one , the one they all relied on. now he needed her. Picking him up gently."What will you do?" She asked him. "I'll continue the mission down to floor 9" He replie walking off. Sighing. she carried him to the express elevator. He was heavy. But, she wasn't going to let him die because he was "too heavy" punching in the floor number. Floor 40 she prayed to the Mother Barbs that he will be safe. The doors open. Mr. Yotsuyama was within sight. "WE NEED A MEDIC"She shouted at the top his her lungs. and several of his elite guards came running. Following behind was a gurney and medic squad. All together Mr. Yotsuyama had about 100 employed through him. 93 of which were normal joes, doctors, scientist, soldiers the like. 4 were Dons. 3 jackals. then he had his vile creations guarding floors. Coen, Jin-die, Goto-9, and the most vicious he has never dared to replicate U-10. I watched in horror as they took him away. Please... Let him be alright Exiting,,, 3.... 2.... Logging out.... .... 1.... "Closing time Emos" Ms. Detox yelled at the three of us. I could feel tears running down my face. Uncle death without saying a word in his normal sarcastic self just walked away. Mejin left. And I left. That wasn't real. I told myself. But, my heart felt different.... I just carried my dying brother to be saved.... I may hate the jackals when i fight them... but man, I hope Y is alright I thought to myself as I began the cold wintry walk home. End of Chapter 1. Afterwords. Hey guys me again. thank you for reading this. please remember to watch the video, and look at the images below to help visualize this stuff. Also jin-die collects skulls because he fires them out the railgun inside her chest. *Bloodfungus comes in 3 sizes small medium and large.