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  1. Hello, and welcome one and all... To AuthorFaust's Omorashi-Fantasy Club Faust is sure that there are several of you that have a favorite of Faust's characters....And, though you interact, and watch them day in, and day out.... Sometimes, you might want a bit more.... Though, given the Q and A matinee seems to have lost steam... And, people seem to want a bit more from their characters..... Faust has opened up this establishment! Think of it like a Hostess club, where you may request, commune, and befriend said girl for a [Thankfully provided for by Faust] Fee! .... However, unlike real-life clubs, the rooms you get to spend time with your chosen girl in, are Cognition Based. Specifically, you will get to set the scene with your chosen girl. For example, you can decide to have your meeting in the middle of an Important Test! Or, in a Long Car Trip! Or on a bus! Or, even in a movie! .... But Faust.... Why would the setting matter that much? Easy: Because AFOFC [AuthorFaust's Omorashi Fantasy Club] is more than just a meet and greet with scenario changing... The girls you request in this are almost certainly going to end up having various accidents! In such humiliating scenarioes that you may dream up... Or, perhaps you even just want them to go somewhere naughty that's not a toilet. With this, the only limit is the customer's imagination! Rules shall be explained below... just make sure to have fun, and be respectful! ======================================================================================================================================= Process for AuthorFaust's Omorashi-Fantasy Club 1. When you enter, you will be provided with [10] AuthorBucks. [AuthorBucks have no real cash value, and are only redeemable in AFOFC]. More bucks will be distributed at a later date. 2. As you enter, you may [Request] A Single GIrl. Said girl will be your [Partner] for the Club festivities..... So, Choose Carefully. 3. Upon picking your girl, you will be taken to one of our Contexual Rooms. These rooms will appear as a Small room with a Cozy couch, and a table where you may commune with your chosen Partner... until you decide to change the scene. Upon arrival, you will be given the chance to Order Refreshments. These will affect your date's status, and bring up a chosen need or needs. Said needs may prompt her to excuse herself.... Which leads to... 4. Either Coaxing her to stay, through mischievous dialogue, teasing, encouragement, or other thoughts on your part. Or... 5. Creating a Scene, That will hinder her goal, using the powers of the Contextual room. Such as reminding her you're in a test, or in a movie, or on a long car ride. Whatever you dream up will become reality, as you interact... until your End Goal is met. 6. You may then Rate the girl, and send her off with pleasant words or such... And then repeat this process with another girl... If you choose. Rules for AFOFC 1. A girl can only be Partnered with one customer at a time. Meaning, if someone takes a girl you want, merely wait for their session to be over, or pick another girl. 2. A customer can only be Partnered with one girl at a time. [You'll have to wait if you want your Harem King/Queen/Monarch Fantasies to come true until later] 3. R.E.S.P.E.C.T. the girls, and their decisions. They are there to entertain you, but Do not Touch, Harass, or try to perform sexual acts with them, without explicit consent. [In other words, if you want to feel a bladder Bulge, squeeze a tummy, etc, ASK....And be mindful if she refuses.] Failure to follow this rule will lead to the cessation of your Session, and or banning outright from the Establishment. 4. The Author Reserves the Right to change rules at any given time, if needed or desired. 5. Being a good customer leads to Good Benefits. Whether that means making interesting scenes, being pleasant to talk to, or Respecting Women, you will be treated as well as you do them.... And may unlock more options. ==================================================================================================================================== Formatting for a Date: [What you will fill out on your Entry] Name: What do you wish to be called by the staff? [If not specified, they will refer to you by your Screen Name. Specify if you have preferred pronouns] Chosen Girl: Who do you wish to take on a session? [You may only have 1 girl out at a time... but it can be anyone who is not currently chosen, of Faust's creation] Lewd Interests: What kind of things are you interested in seeing/experiencing on your date? Wetting, Messing, Free peeing, etc. Be as Specific as you like, or as vague. End Goal: How do you plan for your session to end? [With your girl having wet, with them having messed, etc. There must be an end-point of your session] Something Nice: Say something nice! Be it about your chosen girl, the Author, or another person in general. Spread some more positivity into the world! [Menus will be provided based on your selections, after choosing a girl. Your AuthorBucks will be tallied there as well]
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  3. WaityKaty

    Anxiety

    I'm going to just let you guys know right now I use language that some people might find offensive in this piece. It isn't gratuitous, but fair warning. There are also descriptions of mental health issues that could be upsetting. Fair warning. *** I don’t need to pee. I tell myself this firmly. I feel like I need to pee. That nervous throbbing between my legs is insistent. But it’s a liar, I remind myself. I don’t need to pee. I shift position in my chair and try to pay attention. Sometimes this works. I’m able to distract myself and forget about the fact that I might, but probably don’t, need to pee. Sometimes it doesn’t work. Sometimes my mind gets trapped in a loop that I can’t break. A loop where all I can think about is how much I need to pee. And that I might wet myself. The obvious thing to do would be to go to the toilet and pee. Maybe there will only be a trickle, even if moments before I went convinced I was about to lose control. I’ll have satisfied myself that I really don’t need to pee. But right now I can’t go to the bathroom. I mean, I can. No one would care. Or really notice, probably. Someone definitely could go to the bathroom. Not me though. I’d rather sit here and squirm, pointlessly not listening. Rather that then get up and have people know I need to pee. I'm wasting my time. All I'm thinking about is pee. This is not a good place to be. Your kidneys can process up to 4 cups of water per hour. I know that because I’ve memorized the Wikipedia article on kidney function. The average human bladder can hold only about 2 cups of urine. And it’s been half an hour since lunch... so maybe I do need to pee. I remind myself that I didn’t drink 4 cups of anything at lunch. I had a medium coffee and a half a bottle of water. I do the math... That’s probably two cups. So I should have an hour. Wait... Is that how it works? What if kidneys just process the whole two cups in half an hour? I want to pull out my phone and look it up. But I can’t. It isn't socially appropriate to just start googling stuff about pee right now. I'll have to wait. Did I remember to pee at lunch? Of course I did. I always do. But can I remember going to the bathroom at lunch? Maybe I didn't go. Maybe I forgot. Really? How could I possibly forget? I'm furious at myself. Katy... you ignorant fucking bitch. I tell myself I shouldn't talk to myself like that. That it isn't good for me. That I need to forgive myself for tiny mistakes and lapses. Besides... I probably didn't forget. I probably just don't remember going. Who remembers every time they go to the bathroom? This shouldn't be such a big deal. I clench my thighs. I need to pee. I can feel my muscle getting weaker, the relentless pressure of my overfull bladder pressing down on my pelvic floor. I should get up. Just get up! Katy, you stupid lazy bitch, just get the hell up. I don't though. I've kinda always done this. My whole life. Had a thing about people knowing I need to pee. Had a thing about maybe, conceivably, getting in trouble for needing to pee when I was meant to be doing other things. It was never a huge thing though. Like... it was a thing. But I have a lot of things. Like needing to say out loud to everyone I know that I love them before I go to sleep. Because otherwise they might die overnight and I didn't remember how I felt about them before they did. And then having to redo the whole thing because I might have forgotten someone. And feeling guilty about dropping my best friend from kindergarten off my list because I'm so tired from listing for an hour and a half and because she moved away five years ago and we haven't spoken since so maybe I don't love her anymore but how can I even think that because now she is going to die and so I have to start over again. I have a lot of things. It became a much bigger thing of mine a couple of years ago. It's pretty obvious why. I wet myself. On a bus. All over the seat. All over my clothes. I just couldn't wait. I probably should have got off. I guess. But then I'd have just been in the middle of the suburbs and bursting to pee. I'm not just going to go in a gutter so I guess if I had done that I'd have just wet myself in the street. Most people have a story like that. It isn't a big deal after you've got home and had a shower. It's not like anyone I know saw me or anything. Most people shrug off that sort of random embarrassment. I do not. My thing about pee definitely got worse after that. Much worse. I've been taking tactical pees ever since. Going when I don't need to. Just in case. I haven't had another accident. But I've been worried I might a few times. A day. I've been worried I might a few times a day. I've talked to my therapist about it. She says it's become a fixation. And I need to try to come up with ways to stop thinking about it. Yeah. Once I get into a loop I'm not going to stop thinking about it. I'm kinda OK about not getting into loops now. Better than I used to be. I still can't get out of them though. I play with the hem of my skirt with my fingers. I get the seam between my forefinger and middle finger and slide it along the length of the hem for a bit. Then back. Then the first direction again. Then the other way. I have a little callus on my finger there now. Right on the first join. It's kind of soothing. I still need to pee, badly... but my mind is oh so slightly quieter. I might wet myself. Here in this chair. The sudden warmth in my panties. The patter on the floor. Would everyone hear? Or is it distracting enough and loud enough that no one would notice? Or at least pretend not to notice? Until I need to get up anyway. Get up. You stupid bitch. You ruin everything you stupid, stupid cunt. Just. Get. Up. I can feel myself wanting to panic. I'm sweating. My heart is pounding. My vision is going all funny at the edges. My bladder is about to explode. I try to breathe like I'm supposed to. What will I do if I pee myself? Run from the room? Sob uncontrollably? Lock myself in my bedroom and never leave the house again? My mind skims darker possibilities but doesn't settle on them. I have a lot of things. I don’t need to pee. I tell myself this firmly. *** This story is both entirely fictional and maybe the most honest thing I've ever said in public. It isn't fun or sexy, even though it would clearly like to be; it's very Katy.
  4. I need help. What's wrong? I'm at a run-down mall and I really need to pee. OK. This one is easy. Malls have bathrooms. You should go to one. Obviously I've already tried that. This one has three. One of them is locked. One of them has an enormous queue full of people who apparently hate me. And one of them is currently occupied by some sort of giant Iguana that keeps trying to bite me if I go near the door. Hrmm... Lets start with bathroom number one. Did you consider that it might not be locked but rather you were pulling on a door you should have pushed? I'm pretty sure I tried both. I think you should go and check. Fine. No it's really locked. And look, I have to pee really, really badly. We can't keep fucking around double-checking doors. Fair enough. Are you alone? Sort of. The bathroom door is down this corridor thing. Excellent. You are just going to have to whip it out. What? Your penis. Whip it out. I can't do that! Sure you can. Just piss on the wall and then run away before security turn up. No. I can't do that. I don't have a penis. ... Did you lose it in some kind of carnival related incident? What the fuck? No! I'm a woman! Right. Well that option is right off the table then. You'll have to pick the lock. First off insert the long metal thing from your lock-picking kit into... I don't have a lock-picking kit either. Why not? You really should carry one for situations like this. Well I don't. Come on... I'm nearly bursting here. You'll have to bust the lock then. Find something heavy nearby. There's a trash can? That will do. Pick it up and slam it down on the lock. *Crashing sound* Did it work? It did not. The door is still locked and now there is trash everywhere. If you can't get through the door you'll just have to go around it. Is there a vent near the door? Just to the right of it? There is! How did you know? Ventilation systems are excellent ways to get around large buildings. Particularly if they were built in the 70's. Now pull off the cover and climb into the vent. Are you sure this is a good idea? I don't want to get cut up by a fan, or fall through the bottom of the vent, or mauled by a raccoon or... Of course it is a good idea. You'll be fine. Which way should I go? Right. Definitely right. I have to pee so bad. What happens if I pee my pants in the vent? You aren't going to pee your pants in the vent. Just cross your legs and keep crawling. *Crashing sound* I've fallen through the vent. Are you OK? I think so. I landed of a pile of irregularly sized sweaters in a knock-off Old Navy. Good. You are going to need to get back up into the vents. We'll try left next time. I can't. I need to pee worst then I have ever had to pee. It's almost coming out. We'll just have to lean into this. You better let a little bit out. Just a little bit mind you. Is that a good idea? What if I can't stop? You'll be able to stop. Just clench your muscles. OK. I'm doing it... Oh shit! I can't stop! Just clench your muscles! *hissing sound* It's running down my legs! Stop peeing! Clench your muscles! It's getting all over the irregularly sized sweaters! Fuck! People are starring. What do I do now? Congratulations! You no longer desperately need to go to the bathroom in a run-down mall. Should you desire any further help, please consult our guide. So You Have Peed Your Pants In A Knock-Off Old Navy.
  5. 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.
  6. Back in January, I started an interactive about a group of mercenaries venturing to a dark island to break a curse. As much as I enjoyed, and still enjoy, writing it, I felt that story was started more as a way to prove that I could write. You know, give my own doubts the middle finger. After a few months and a rise in confidence, I felt like the time was right to tackle an idea closer to my heart. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ You are roused from your sleep by the sound of squeaking wheels and trotting horses. You awaken in your carriage with your face nestled against a silk cushion. I must’ve nodded off. You think as you sit up, rubbing your eyes. The last thing you remember is hoisting your luggage aboard the carriage and the loud rumble of a wooden gate. You’d fallen asleep before you were even out the town. You can see that the sun is high. It must be late morning by now; you’ve slept almost the entire journey. You stretch your arms and yawn. You look around your carriage; it’s your basic oak compartment. Easy on your eyes and easy on your purse. A small space with two sets of seats, dressed up in red cloth, a small cast iron lantern bolted to the ceiling, and a large red curtain that runs the length of the whole compartment. There is also a small space beneath your seat to store your belongings but you prefer to keep your rucksack by your feet. In your tired state, you had forgotten to close the curtains before falling asleep; sunlight shimmers in through the windows, basking the carriage in warm welcoming glow. You rub your eyes and lean over to take a glance through your carriage window. It is a beautiful summer day in the midlands, there isn’t a cloud in the sky. birds are chirping and a light breeze blows through the forest, rustling the leaves. You almost regret not walking now, it was the perfect day for it. You feel a tad parched. You lean down, going to reach for your rucksack, looking for your flask, when you spy something twinkling in the corner of your eye. It’s a small ornate hand mirror, tucked under the opposite seat. Strange, I don’t remember packing this. You think as you pick up the hand mirror, wondering just how in the realms it got into your carriage. Perhaps a noble was last to use this carriage and had forgotten it? Regardless, you decide now is a good time to sort yourself out. You want to look your best, after all. You hold the mirror up and examine yourself, meeting the weary gaze of your own reflection. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ What does the reflection that stares back at you look like? Your Character Name: Personality: Outfit: Hairstyle: Hair Colour: Appearance: Height: Body Type: Breast size: Extra (Anything else you wish to add about yourself): __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Edit: If anybody would rather use a picture than fill out the description that is fine. (Still will need a name though) ^^
  7. “So I’ve got to ask,” Parker said. “What’s your game plan here?” “We’re gonna keep driving.” “Uh—that’s all? We’re just gonna keep going?” “Until we can’t anymore, yeah.” “Um. Who gets to decide when we ‘can’t’?” “The driver does.” “And that’s you.—So what’s your cutoff for ‘can’t’?” “Well, I don’t imagine either one of us really wants to piss our pants,” Meagan said serenely, “so we’ll stop when it’s that or we wet ourselves.” “Hon, can I just point out that you’re much, much better at holding it than I am?” “Oh, I know. But you’ve got two things going for you. One, I’ve been holding it a lot longer than you have. Two, you’ve got a way to control it better than I can. Get yourself erect, boy. Get that sucker up.” “That’s gonna be a little tricky.” She outright laughed. “Wanna bet?” “I’ve really gotta go, love.” She smiled. “So do I, love. Just think about that. That and a few of the other things we’ve been up to in the last few days…” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Road Trip, Part One: Incentive Plan “Sorry!” “Okay, try it again,” Meagan said, as calmly as she could manage. “Only this time, a little more gently.” “Yeah,” Parker said, brow furrowed in concentration. “Okay, here goes… shit! Sorry!” “You’re just trying too hard. Real gentle.” “Crap!—and now the car’s stalled.” “It happens,” Meagan said. They were in a random parking lot—the first mostly-empty one they’d found on this day of their trip—for Parker to practice driving stick shift. “Man, why can’t I get this right?” Parker said, gripping the steering wheel with frustration. “It happens to all of us when we’re learning, hon,” Meagan said. “My dad did the exact same thing with me when I was learning to drive stick, and I did the exact same thing as you. A full hour of not getting much of anywhere.” Meagan’s eyes flickered to some distant memory. “Of course, I don’t intend to use his methods of getting you to learn.” “Why, what’d he do?” “After the first half-hour he yelled a lot. Then I cried a lot. After I was done crying, I decided I wasn’t going to let him tear me down again. I practiced a lot with other people and didn’t tell him. When he took me out again, I knew I’d be ready.” “And were you?” “First thing I did was stall, since I was still pretty nervous! And he yelled some more. Next thing I did, though? I started it right back up, found first, and drove around the block. He quieted down a little, then found something else to yell about—anyway. Long story short, I’m not doing it his way.” “What did you have in mind instead?” Parker said. “Hmmmm—maybe something like an incentive plan…” “A sexy incentive plan?” “With us, is there any other kind?” “I think we all know where this is leading…” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Table of Incentives 15 minutes stick-shift practice: 200ml of water 1 full hour: 1 full liter 1 mile driven: 5 minute’s delay in going to the bathroom “You’ve come such a long way already, hon,” Meagan said. “I know you’re still having trouble with first gear, but other than that—I’d say you’re ready for streets.” “What can I say? You’re a good teacher.” “Well, a properly-motivated student always helps.” “1200ml of motivation!” “Mmmhmmm.” Parker eyed the quiet street. A summer Sunday meant there were few people coming through this particular office-park neighborhood. “Y’know, I bet I could do streets right now.” “Sure, circle around a little!” Parker tootled around the neighborhood for a bit, and then— “Mmkay,” Meagan said, “I didn’t really expect you to go for the highway so quick.” “But highway driving is easier. You don’t need to shift nearly so much.” “If you can find 5th gear, then by all means!” Parker did find 5th, given enough time—and thus they were barrelling north with him at the wheel. Meagan leaned her seat back a bit and put her bare feet up on the dashboard with a satisfied sigh. “I could get used to this,” she said, hands behind her head, looking out at the world through her sunglasses, battered hat low over her eyes. “Don’t get too comfy, love,” Parker warned. “Why not? You’ve got this,” she said, patting his arm. “Because we’re now coming up on an hour and a half of driving practice. That’s 1400ml. And I’d like you to start now.” Meagan chuckled. “So eager, the young student is, for his prize.” “Well-earned.” “Oh, not denying it.” She hoisted her water bottle. “All right! Here we go—though I may need to steal from yours before long.” An hour later, Meagan had made a considerable dent in the water bottle and Parker had eaten up quite a few miles—which, Meagan realized, was going to cost her considerably. “Wait, I have to wait how long?” “Well, let’s see. I’ve come sixty-eight miles on the highway. Sixty times five is three hundred, eight times five is forty—so, three-hundred forty minutes, which is… five hours, forty minutes.” “Starting when?” “Well, we didn’t quite settle that point. Would it be from when you first needed to pee, or when you’d first go to the bathroom?” “Gotta be the first. Second is more vague. So—starting ten minutes ago, I guess.” “Congratulations! You don’t get to pee until we stop for dinner.” “Aww fuck,” Meagan said. “Pull over.” “I can keep driving.” “And keep running up my tab? Fuck no. Pull over!” “I think we need gas anyway…” At the gas station Parker flashed Meagan a grin and said, “I’ll be right back—just using the bathroom.” She blew him a kiss while flipping him off. As they got back on the highway with Meagan at the wheel, Parker watched her closely for any signs of desperation. But this was Meagan. She drove for nearly the next three hours without even mentioning anything. Parker knew her body and watched her gradually lock down, but she stayed calm. Finally Parker raised the issue. “You drank a liter and a half and it’s been three hours. How are you not bursting?” “You brought this on yourself,” Meagan said calmly. “Wait, what?” “You pulled a fast one on me with getting on the highway and running up the miles like that. So to get back at you, I haven’t given you anything you could get turned on by. No talk, no fidgeting, nothing.” He laughed. “Nice comeback.” “Mmmmmhmmmm. Plus I’m sweating a bit, so that’s sparing me some. But it’s not a very nice incentive program if you don’t get what you want out of it, now is it? So now that you ask… I am totally bursting. I gotta pee like crazy. Just didn’t let you see.” “Well, you’re about halfway done,” Parker said. “Think you can make it?” “I really don’t know!” Meagan said. “I guess we’ll find out—and if I pull over in a hurry, we have our answer.” The next stretch of highway, Parker didn’t look at the scenery at all. His eyes were glued to Meagan. At first there wasn’t much to see, beyond her usual tells in finger-tapping and overall stillness/tension/control. But before long she was shifting in her seat. Then she was wriggling in her seat. “How much longer?” she asked. “Umm, let’s see. You’ve done three and a half hours… two hours left.” “Fuck. I’m not sure how safe to drive I am right now.” “You could let me drive.” “That would be safer! And then you’d add more time and I’d piss my pants.” “Aww, you wouldn’t! You’ve gone a lot longer than this.” “Not after chugging a liter and a half, and pretty quickly.” She laid a hand on her belly. “I’m starting to feel like I’m pregnant. I’m sweating. And honestly, I’m getting tired. Every muscle I’ve got is all tensed up and that’s tiring. I don’t suppose you’d take this hold on the installment plan?” “You’re sure you can’t drive?” “Getting that way.” “Okay. Let’s look for a place to stop.” “And a place I can pee? Can I save the rest of the hold for later?” “Well—I’d like you to wait as long as you can.” “Mmmkay, hon, but that may be a lot sooner than you think.” “All right.” Parker unfolded the map and started looking for where they were. “There’s a town about ten minutes away,” he reported at last. “Mmmmmkay,” she said. Four minutes later, she suddenly swerved to the side of the road and stopped the car. “Get out,” she said, voice tight, as she fumbled with her seat belt. Parker did as he was told, suddenly feeling like he’d maybe crossed a line. Meagan got out of the car a little more slowly (she had to be careful, as the other cars on the road did come roaring past). She walked around to the passenger side, swinging her arms restlessly. But she didn’t drop her shorts—short, a little tight, and a dark red: a perfect color for her. She stood, shifting from foot to foot, looking very desperate. “What’s up, hon?” he asked. “Is this it? Your limit?” “C’mere,” she said. He stepped closer. She placed her hands on either side of his face and kissed him, then pulled him to her. Using his body and the car to block the view of anyone driving past, she felt the bulge in his pants, running her fingers over it. She kissed him again, then said, “I just needed to feel how hard you were.” “Can’t say I mind, but—why?” “Doing this is hard. Really really really hard. I need to go so bad. I’m hot and I’m tired and I was getting a little cranky. ‘Cause when I’m driving, I can’t see how much I’m turning you on. So now that I see what I’m doing to you, I can hold it a little more. For you. I just needed to see your reaction.” “Thank you.” “You’re welcome.” “Do you wanna pee here?” “Not yet, at least,” she said, looking around. They were in farm country, and they’d pulled off next to a horse pasture. A couple of horses were looking at them. There were plenty of people around—but all in cars going fifty-five miles an hour past on the road, here and then gone. Nobody was watching. Meagan did a little pee-squirm and crossed her legs. “Fuuuuck,” she said softly. Parker kissed her on the cheek. “I love you so much,” he said. “I know,” she replied, sounding far more contented than she looked, and leaned her head on his shoulder. An SUV slowed down as it passed them, and pulled over a little way up the road. “Hmmm, this could be tricky,” Meagan said, and stepped a little away from Parker. “How come?” She didn’t answer, watching the SUV’s driver as he got out of his truck and walked back toward them. “Hi, kids!” said the man, a clean-cut fellow with a neatly buttoned-down, tucked-in shirt. “Need some help?” “No, we’re fine!” Meagan said cheerfully. “Just needed a stretch break. We’ve been driving a long time.” “I can tell,” said the man, pointing to Meagan’s out-of-state license plate. “I thought you might be out of gas, maybe had some engine trouble. There’s a place just up the road…” “Nope, we’re all good,” Meagan said. “Thanks for stopping, though, that’s real nice.” “Just being a good neighbor,” the man said. “Where you headed?” “Up to the UP,” Meagan said. “Superior Shore. We’re taking a road trip before school starts again.” “Ah, to be young and free,” the man said with a smile. “I haven’t been up there since I had my first child. You two married? Engaged?” “Nope,” Parker said. There was the faintest of pauses before the man smiled again, and said, “Well, I don’t judge. You two have a lovely trip. Say hello to the big lake for me.” “We will,” Meagan said. “Thanks again for stopping!” He waved farewell and walked back to his car. “‘I don’t judge,’” Parker said. “What was that about?” “You didn’t notice?” Meagan asked, pointing to the Christian fish on the SUV’s back door. “I did wonder if he was gonna call us out… nice that he didn’t.” “Yeah, I guess,” Parker said, eyeing the “BUSH/CHENEY” sticker just below the fish. “Lots of people voted for Bush, hon. Most of ‘em perfectly lovely people to people they know. This guy was nice to strangers, too, so he’s even better.” She shivered a little—and not from cold, since it was about 88 degrees and humid. “Of course, he’d be even nicer if he drove away and let me hold…” she added, mock-irritated. As if her wish was his command, the stranger drove off just then, and Meagan could once again squirm in peace. “How long left?” she asked after a minute. “About an hour forty.” She did a little pee-dance, crossed her legs, uncrossed, recrossed them the other way, bent over a little. Then she straightened up and said, “Okay.” “Gonna pee?” “Fuck no. I’m gonna wait another hour forty, or try to. I’ll try driving again, I’m a little looser now.” “You’re sure?” Parker asked, incredulous. “Yup. I’m good at holding, remember? Besides, we don’t know when the next Good Samaritan will show up and offer help.” They got back in the car, Meagan moving very gingerly. She belted herself in a little unusually, with just the shoulder strap, keeping the lap belt behind her. “Thank god my shorts are drawstring, not a zipper,” she muttered, putting on her turn signal. Just as they started to pull away, Parker took a last look at the horses, and laughed aloud. “Check that out!” he said. “Now I know what they mean when they say ‘I gotta piss like a racehorse’!” Meagan looked—and immediately pulled over again to lean over the steering wheel, one hand mashed between her legs. “You okay, hon?” Parker asked. Meagan said—slowly, carefully—“I think so. It was just the combination. Laughing, and seeing the horse pissing… I let go for a second.” “You wet yourself?” “Tiny bit. Don’t think you can see it.” She shivered again. “Okay. I was gonna hold it, but I really don’t think I can.” “Wanna pee here? I’m okay with that.” “Mm. I’d rather not. Better if we got off the highway, at least.” “Want me to drive?” “I’m good for another few minutes. And I’d rather not piss out in the open in broad daylight. But I do wanna make it up to you. Let’s get that town and find a gas station and you can come in with me.” “’Kay, that’s fair. I kinda have to go again myself.” Meagan waited until it was safe to pull out onto the highway slowly, so there would be no sudden lurches on her bladder. She carefully drove the few minutes until they saw the turn-off, and a gas station helpfully right on the corner. Meagan pulled up to the little store and got out slowly, moving with care so nothing would break her fragile self-control. There was a sign that said Restroom around the corner: ask for key. “Can you go get the key, love?” Meagan asked, slightly bent over and leaning on the car. “Mmmmmm. I’d love to see you ask,” Parker said. “Jerkface.” “Love you, too.” She straightened up, squared her shoulders, and said, “All right, come on.” Walking stiffly with every muscle in her body tensed, she stepped up over the curb and moved to the door, which dingled as she pulled it open. Parker grabbed the door behind her, taking the weight. She slowly paced to the store counter, where a teenage boy watched her coming. She leaned on the counter and said, very calmly, “Could I have the key to the restroom, please?” “Sure thing,” he said, and fumbled under the counter for it. He came up with it in a few seconds—agonizingly long to Meagan, Parker was sure. It was connected to a wooden board labeled Ladies’ Room. “Just a heads-up, it sticks a bit,” the boy said. “Thank you,” Meagan said, just as serenely as before, and just as carefully walked out. Parker followed her. As they rounded the corner and got out of sight of most folks coming into the gas station, Meagan stopped, bent over, put one hand on the wall, and passed the key to Parker with her other. “Gonna make it?” “If you can unlock the door for me,” Meagan said. “I’m losing muscle control here.” “Leaking?” “A little.” “I’ll go fast.” Parker hurried to the door and wrestled the lock open. The lock did indeed stick. He got it open despite its stubbornness and held it wide for her. She straightened up, wedged one hand between her legs, and strode quickly into the restroom. Perhaps because it was a women’s restroom, it wasn’t as stinky and grimy as Parker had feared. It certainly wasn’t the sexiest place on the planet. But it got a heck of a lot sexier as Meagan stepped inside and began to pull her shorts down even before Parker came in behind her and closed the door. For a moment it looked like she was wrestling with herself, trying to keep one hand on her crotch while also getting her shorts and panties down and out of the way. But somehow she succeeded, and collapsed onto the toilet. Parker wasn’t sure, but she seemed to be pissing even before her butt hit the seat. She peed a while, longer than her usual bladder blasts. Apparently even her urethra had a hard time handling a liter and a half all at once. Since there wasn’t much to see now that she was sitting down, Parker watched her face and her shoulders. The tension drained out of her body as the piss drained out of her bladder, and bliss replaced it. Her eyes closed and her mouth dropped open and a grin formed on her face, as if she was coming. This, perhaps more than anything else, made him pretty happy and pretty hard, both at once. She finished up and looked up at him. “Wanna pee between my legs?” she asked. “Can’t,” he said, pointing to the hard-on in his shorts. “Here,” she said. He stepped closer. She unzipped his shorts, slid his hard-on out through the fly in his boxers, and cradled his erection in her hand. She just held it, and after the initial usual delight at her touch, he began to droop. “This is for later,” she said. “I’m not getting you off in a gas station bathroom. But I’ll get you off, and good. Soon.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hey folks! It's good to be back. This is part one of the first story in the new Meagan & Parker series, entitled "Housemates." There will be two more parts in this story, and then we'll really get rolling after that. Don't know what's going on? This is the third Meagan & Parker series. The first two series are posted here and there on omo.org, but the fast way to read 'em all (plus the never-before-published extras) is to get the PDFs from me. I don't sell my stories, but I accept many things in trade: videos and pics that you are free to share, personal stories, reviews of my stories (i.e., good publicity), and asking nicely. Message me if you are interested!
  8. here are all of my favourites hope you enjoy beach_peeing_on_spring_break.flv Beach-X-ray pees through swimming suit.avi bikini step.flv bikini_pee_home.wmv Breanna Peeing Her Bikini.flv deliberate_bikini_wetting.mp4 Drew in the dunes 03 DivX503.avi Girl wets bikini on beach - proper edit.avi Pee Pee on Pier- Summer 2009.mp4 pees herself then takes off top.flv
  9. 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
  10. This is my first omo-story, so tell me what you think. The series this is based on is Jahy-sama wa Kujikenai!, which I highly recommend! Jahy-sama Can't be desperate A 5'10 woman with a perfect dark complexion, amber eyes, complimented by black hair in a single braid worked tirelessly serving customers throughout a bar. A fanged smile was given to each one as they received exquisite service, little did they know they were dealing with a sinister, & cunning woman. The Demon Lord's right hand, trapped upon our very own plain of existence was... PUTTING HER HEART INTO HER WORK! Wiping sweat from her brow Jahy-sama, the Demon Realm's Number 2 (and don't you forget it) finally finished yet another hectic happy hour at the modest pub she graced with her presence (took pity upon her & offered her a job) just as she finished the last bit of coffee in her mug, the bubbly owner approached her "Hii-chan, you did such a great job while I had to call the plumber!" the curvy Owner praised the power-sapped demon, only inflating her already expansive ego further. Jahy smiled triumphantly before standing up straight, the massive mystic gem swaying around as she moved to place her hands upon her hips emitting a smug aura. "Why of course I did, I'm the Demon World's Number two after all!" she scoffed before loosening the top button on her blouse, making her way to the backroom to change. "Not that I care for the lowly needs of Humans, what was the issue?" she nonchalantly asked, trying in vein to hide genuine concern for the establishment that kept her off the street. "Oh, Hii-chan it was terrible . . .one of the customers backed up our only bathroom." The normally glowing Owner grimace at the thought of the horrendous sight "I don't think I'll be able to rest until everything is fixed." Jahy shook her head for a moment "Geh, humans are so disgusting." she stated in a condescending tone "Can barely contain yourselves & when you get relief, you desecrate where ever you squat." Jahy put her nose up and pouted. "Hii-chan...are you still upset I made you clean up all t-" "NEVER SPEAK OF THAT AGAIN." Jahy cut off her boss without hesitation, the dreaded taco Tuesday fiasco was the last thing she wanted to relive. "Ah well, just be careful Jahy you had an awfully lot of coffee during your shift." the Owner placed gingerly placed a hand on her cheek with a concerned look. "Coffee seems to be the only drink you humans can get right, I'm energized, & heck I could go find some more mystic gems or take on my arch-nemesis with ease right now!" Jahy flexed her arms & revealed her demonic wings. "Hii-chan, have you never drank coffee before? Because you should kn-" "Blah blah blah, I think I have more than enough fortitude for a Human beverage." "You said that the first time you drank alc-" "ENOUGH I'M LEAVING!" Jahy erupted in a booming voice before dashing out the establishment, not allowing the Owner's "Facts" & "Truth" rain upon her optimism towards the new energy given to her by the bitter nectar known as coffee. On her way home Jahy was side-tracked with all the extra energy she was hyped up on, searching through parks, harassing kids, and being an overall nuisance to those around her. "Argh nothing noooothing, I couldn't turn up anything...not even a stupid lead!" she said completely exasperated, she transformed back into her smaller more child-like state not wanting to consume anymore of her Mystic Gem's energy. She felt completely defeated, but her rotten luck was only just beginning, as soon as she transformed back to her smaller & much weaker state an impending issue that was in the back of her mind slammed into the front brutally. "NGH WHAT TH-" a tan hand slammed between her legs, the crotch of her black shorts hidden by her oversized shirt. The Demon Realm's normal 2 was reduce to performing an impromptu potty-dance hopping foot to foot desperately, she broke out into a cold sweat trying her best to not draw anymore attention to herself. "T-this is bad, I normally don't have to go this bad this early in the day!" she said through gritted teeth, to her chagrin she used her magic to transform back to her normal form before frantically darting her head back and forth in the right direction to head home in. The once haughty demon was now sprinting to make it to relief, weaving through backstreets knowing full well if her magic runs out her child-like state wasn't going to last more than a few seconds before drenching her shorts. "DAMN THAT MAGICAL GIRL! If she hadn't gotten me sent here I wouldn't be forced to endure that tiny form!" she barked at out loud, she finally rounded the corner to the run down apartments that she was forced to call home as she felt her magic begin to wane. "Salvation, at l-" "Where the hell is my rent?" A familiar face appeared from the shadows behind Jahy with a cold dead stare, if she was in her smaller form she wasn't sure holding back the contents of her bladder would have been a choice. The blonde haired noticeably modest chested figure was the Bar Owner's twin sister! The Landlady! "Geh, of all times! Fine here's your r-" Jahy's eyes and entire expression went completely blank as she reached into her pocket only to realize nothing was there, in her haste to dart out of work...she had forgotten her paycheck. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" she screamed internally, she began sweating buckets knowing full well if she wouldn't even make the trip back to work let alone a round trip. "I'll...hand to you in my apartment, I left it there." the demon lied trying to act fully composed attempting to walk towards the stares of her building"Let's just head in there & I'll-" "Cut the crap, I know you get paid today, AND I KNOW you haven't been home all day." The Landlady stated aggressively as she stepped into Jahy's path. "Pay up, before you get roughed up." Jahy's bladder was beginning to feel incredibly full in her normal form, several worrying spasms forced her to put two balled up fists on her thighs near her crotch trying desperately not to grab herself. She didn't even want to think about how she'd fair if she was in her much more compact state.. "I SWEAR ON MY LIFE IF YOU LET ME IN MY APARTMENT YOU WILL GET YOUR RENT" She announced giving up on playing nonchalant darting around the woman completely distraught, the Landlady was quick to move after the demon screaming "GET BACK HERE, I'M NOT FALLING FOR ANOTHER ONE OF YOUR LIES!" they both dashed up the stairs Jahy reaching out for her door with her key to unlock it, the Landlady grabbing at Jahy and trying to yank away the demon. "GET BACK HERE AND PAY!!" "YOU'LL GET YOUR MONEY, JUST LET ME IN THAT APARTMENT GRAAAAGH" the tug of war lasted a few seconds as Jahy finally got the door open completely disregarding her keys and her dignity as she jammed both hands between her legs sprinting to the bathroom. "Yes, yes, yes I'm gonna make i-" she felt her power vanishing as she shrank in size "NOW I GOT YOU RUNT!" the Landlady dived at the the now short demon wrapping her arms around her tightly, with Jahy's hands grasping at he crouch trying desperately to contain her bladder she was completely helpless to the grapple. The woman heaved the demon up to her chest in triumphant, panting a bit from all the the effort she took to get her. "Now ya little Runt, you and I both know you can't get free so jus-...wait why are you-" In their chaotic battle the Landlady hadn't taken note of Jahy's appearance, but now that things were settling down she saw the demon with both hands jammed down her short-shorts, teary-eyed shaking violently. "Wait, Jahy do you have to p-" Without another second to spare Jahy's body stopped shaking before locking up completely with the exception to an odd twitch or two, her ironclad bladder began leaking into her shorts and down her leg in a steady trickle getting on the Land Lady's shirt, she felt the warmth and it was unmistakable. "GEH, WHAT THE!?" the Startled Land Lady jerked the poor demon in her arms holding her away as she stopped the stream starting to shake once more a single tear going down her cheek. "Y-y..." she muttered through her clenched fangs. "Oh wait, NO DON'T GET IT ON THE FLOOR I HAVE TO PAY F-" Now fully aware of the tenant's plight she couldn't help but take pity, she tucked the demon under her arm like a football before darting to the bathroom, with every bump and move made Jahy leaked a stream into her shorts, with her legs twisted together fresh pee pooled right at her crotch spilling down the side of her inner-thigh onto the Landlady who completely ignore it. They whipped around to the bathroom finally, the Landlady removed Jahy out from under her arm to set her down to get to the toilet noticing the demon's face scrunch up as a full-fledged stream was being unleashed straight into her shorts, staining her over-sized shirt as well as Jahy desperately tried to contain it as more and more pool on to the ground. "I-I can't....H-hold it any-anym-more..." Jahy muttered with both eyes shut. "Crap crap crap crap." The Landlady Moved over the Toilet, at the sight of it Jahy lost any semblance of control just letting loose completely as pee filled her hands, drenched her shorts, and rained down into the toilet below splashing the Landlady with no remorse. "Ahh...hah....ahhh....hhh..." Jahy involuntarily let out a long sigh of relief as she uncontrollably released a torrent of urine that messily spread it's way down the front and back of her legs "Hah...ha...ahh.." she completely ignored the Land Lady's presence for the moment to caught up in no longer being burdened. "You gonna be done any time soon? My arms are getting tired.." the woman's voice snapped Jahy back to reality. "Geh!? PUT ME DOWN, THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" she erupted trying in vain to kick and pull her way free. "Shut up, unless you want me to tell all the regulars at your job you pissed yourself." Jahy gave the Landlady a piercing stare into her soul, if it weren't for her tiny body, and her lack of bladder control currently, she would've been menacing (menacing!), meanwhile the sound of urine hitting water was the only thing keeping the bathroom from being dead silent. ". . ." ". . ." "Sooo . .?" "I'M ALMOST DONE, DAMN IT!" Jahy shouted, she wouldn't let this go. The Demon Lord's Number 2 WILL HAVE REVENGE.
  11. BurstingStory

    Celebrity Desperation

    So for my first interactive story (or story in general), I wanted to do one with a celebrity is involved. I'm going to allow you to pick the characters and base plot, and then I'll take care of the rest. Please stick with the choices I list, unless I ask for other suggestions. Other than that, I hope you all enjoy! First off, we need a celebrity who's going to be bursting! So, here are the few that I would be interested in writing! A. Daisy Ridley B. Emilia Clarke C. Elizabeth Olsen D. Amanda Seyfried E. Alicia Vikander So, now it's up to you to vote who will be the main protagonist! Hopefully we get enough votes, and I'll close it in a few days!
  12. amasonbo1

    My first story

    My name is Mason. In my senior year, I had a crush on a girl, Danielle. We would talk in class, and text back and forth a lot. She was about 5”2’, had straight medium length brown hair with blonde highlights. Her smile could light up a room. I thought she was so fucking hot. Eventually, I get the courage to ask her out. She says yes! She had told me that she's never been skiing before, so I'm taking her to a ski place an hour and a half away. It's way out in the country, off of the interstate. We get there, buy our tickets, and start getting ready. I ask her, “Do you need to use the bathroom before we go? Because I'm going to”. “No, I'm good” , Danielle replied. With that taken care of, we head out. We ski around for about two hours before heading back in for dinner. We get food, and Danielle also gets a large hot chocolate. She drinks all of it, and I use the bathroom again before we head back out. We ski around for a few hours, having a good time. While waiting in line for the lift, I notice out of the corner or my eye that it looks like she squeezes her legs and puts her hand in her crotch, and a slight grimace appears on her face. My mind immediately thinks that she must have to pee, and is holding herself. My head starts racing with different scenarios where she is desperately bursting, and ends up losing the battle. Then the other, logical part of my brain kicks in and says, “Come on, that's not gonna happen. You just saw her adjusting her snow pants or something!” We get on the lift, and she tries crossing her legs, but since she has skis on, she ends up hitting the chair and my skis with her skis about a thousand times before successfully crossing her legs. “Why the hell are you sitting like that?” I ask. “What do you mean?” Danielle replies. “With your legs crossed. You do know that's gonna be a pain in the ass to untangle at the top of the hill, right?” “I always sit like this, why is is such a big deal?” At that moment, the lift stops. “What's happening?” she asks. “Probably someone doesn't know how to get off a lift”, I say. She lets out a sigh. My mind is back to thinking of her wetting herself again. The lift is still off after 5 minutes, she says to me, with a almost fearful, desperate tone, “What the fuck is taking so long!” Right then, as if she said the magic words, it starts again. We get to the top, and go down. At the bottom, Danielle turns to me and goes, “I'm cold and tired, can we go home now?” “Yeah it's almost 10PM, we should get going”, I say. We pack up, and she seems to be in quite a hurry to go, even yelling at me for going “too slow”. Changing out of her old clothes, she puts on some gray leggings, a pair of converse, and a red sweatshirt. Sitting down in the car I hear her give an audible moan, I ask her if she's okay. “Yeah, don't worry about me!” I start driving, and I notice that she has crossed her legs again, right this time. I then remember that I haven't seen her use the bathroom the entire time we were there. My mind is again thinking of all the scenarios that could play out. Five minutes go by, and she shoves her hand in her crotch, and moans loudly enough to be heard over our very loud music. Five more minutes, another loud moan, I look over, and she's wincing. “Are you okay?” “Yep, I'm fine”, as she says this, another she grimaces again. Five more minutes and she shouts out, “Mason I'm sorry but I'm about to piss myself pull over!” “I'm on the freeway, I can't, but I'll get off at the next exit”, I say. “Well fucking hurry up! I'm not joking it's an emergency!” The cat is out of the bag, she has to pee. Danielle is now full-o holding herself in my passenger seat. She unbuckled the seat belt and is rocking back and forth. One hand down her crotch, and sitting on the other fist. Double crossed legs. She's whimpering. She sees an exit, and she yells out, “Exit right there! To the right!” “Yeah I see it, relax. You'll be fine”, I say. There was one problem. That exit, was actually a freeway junction. We were now on a different interstate. I realize what happened, and I go, “Shit sorry this is another freeway”. This freeway wasn't in as good shape as the other. Bumps and potholes everywhere. I didn't see a pothole, and I hit it head on. “Oh shit oh sh- Mason, I'm fucking pissing myself! Stop the car!” I could hear it before I even looked over. The hissing was so loud I could hear it over the music and her yelling. Pee is dripping down her legs, all over her shoes and the seat and floor. Then, I see an exit. It's a rest area. I turn, and pee is still dripping. “Oh my god it's still coming out!” Danielle says. I pull into a spot, and I see the last few drops of pee run down her legs to the floor. She's sobbing as she opens the door, and gets out. Her leggings have turned almost completely dark gray, her converse are tinted light yellow, and my seat is soaked. She runs to the women's restroom and stays there for a while. After about ten minutes, she comes back out. She's still crying. I now see that some of the pee even got on her sweatshirt. I try to comfort her, telling her it's okay and we all have accidents sometimes. Danielle says, “I don't like using the bathrooms at other places. Before you picked me up, I had a glass of water, but you came early so I didn't have time to go to the bathroom. I thought it would be okay, I hold through 8 hours of school all the time, but I was wrong. I haven't peed since I woke up and I just really had to go. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I'll help you clean it up.” “No,” I say, “You need to get home. I'll clean it. Don't worry about it.” We didn't have any other clothes, so she just had to sit in it the last hour home. When I pulled into her driveway, I stopped her before she got out and said, “I had fun today. Maybe we could do this again, but without the accidents?” “Yeah,” Danielle said. “I'd like that. Next time, I'll pee before”.
  13. Disclaimer: This chapter contains messing. If that's not your thing, feel free to skip it! The very next morning, I take Mikan to the pet shop for a check-up. Somewhat remarkably, minus a few vitamin deficiencies, all of her test results all came back healthy. I also take this opportunity to mention Mikan’s potty problems to Nadeshiko. According to her, this is not entirely uncommon in anthropoids. It can even get worse when they go into "heat." Though Mikan hasn't hit that stage yet, Kotarou it seems hasn't been so lucky. She has just recently hit her phase this month and has had a few close calls as a result. "During this time of the year.. if it gets too bad, I tend to give Kotarou a bit of extra.. protection, to avoid any embarrassing incidents." Protection..? Oh. She must mean diapers. Just getting Mikan accustomed to wearing her night-time padding was a hurdle on its own, I'm not sure how well she'd react to being put in them all day. “The alternative is a medication to help smooth out their heat cycle, but these medications always carry the risk of side-affects, so I’d recommend not relying on them unless absolutely necessary.” "I see.." Nadeshiko gives me a smile as an idea seems to strike her. “You know, there's an annual fair that just opened relatively close by. This would be an excellent opportunity for Mikan and Kotarou to bond... and help keep Kotarou's mind occupied a little bit in the process.” I have no objections. A visit to the fair with two cute doggy girls sounds like a fun way to spend my weekend! Nadeshiko even lets me loan her company car for the drive there. I just rely on walking and public transit myself, so I don't have one of my own. Mikan and Kotarou are both thrilled when I tell them the news. Nadeshiko seems to take Kotarou almost every year, but this'll be Mikan's first time. "There's lots to do there! They have games, and contests you can enter in with your master! Mom and I usually do them every year." Kotarou lists all the various things to do at the fair to Mikan all the way to the car. "A-Ah.. I see! T-that sounds like fun, Kotarou!" Seeing Mikan's overwhelmed expression in response to Kotarou's excited rambling makes me chuckle. Seems like Kotarou's been looking forward to this for a while. The drive is fairly uneventful. It only takes us about 20 minutes to get to the festival and find a parking space. As we make our way to the admission gate, I dig out some money Nadeshiko gave me and pay for our admission. It's ¥1,000 for me, and ¥600 each for Mikan and Kotarou. Nadeshiko left me with quite a bit to spend. Enough that I almost felt guilty accepting it, but as usualm, Nadeshiko registered my worries and made me promise not to skimp on anything, just to "have as much fun as possible." When she sensed that wasn't enough, she said if I came back and most of it wasn't spent, she would make me work overtime my first day. So, she really left me no choice, heh. Once we're inside the fair grounds, I take Mikan off her leash and let the two roam free. The first thing we agree to do after our long drive here is get a bite to eat and drink. I mean, food is one of the main festival attractions after all! After some debate, I decide on some Takoyaki for myself. Mikan opts for a candy apple (I should probably make sure she eats something other than candy today). Last, Kotarou goes for a giant serving of Ikayaki, a type of whole grilled all for herself. For drinks, all three of us get giant cups of fresh-squeezed lemonade, of-course! Both Mikan and Kotarou's tails are wagging in excitement as they patiently wait for me to give them permission to eat. Truth be told, if I had a tail between my legs, it would also be wagging right now. Everything here smells delicious! I nearly forgo manners and dig right in, but catch myself at the last moment and offer a hasty "Itadakimasu~!" as both Mikan and Kotarou do the same and eat away. It doesn't take long before all three of us have finished our meal, and with that out of the way, we can finally make our way further into the fair. "So.. Mikan, Kotarou, what do you two want to do first?" "Uhm.. this is Mikan's first time here, so.. she's fine doing whatever Risa and Kotarou want to!" Kotarou promptly chimes in with "Games! Let's play games!" as she runs over to a nearby shooting game. Mikan and I join her, but.. Clink! The only one of us that hits anything is Kotarou. She seems to be a natural at this. Mikan's eyes light up as Kotarou offers her some of the doggy treats she won. "Here Mikan. For you!" After that, we move on to a ring toss game, and I somehow manage to win a baseball among all the prizes available. Well, it's perfect for playing fetch with later! We continue cycling through various other festival games for a while until our tummies are rumbling from the smell of festival food again. I'm only human and all this food everywhere is making me drool, so I can only imagine how this place must be for anthropoids with their sensitive noses. I swing by a couple food stalls and grab me and Mikan some Dango, while Kotarou goes straight for another grilled squid. She seems to really love that stuff. Once we have our food, I lead the two to a nearby Ferris Wheel we can relax on while eating. "So, are you two having fun?" Kotarou gives an enthusiastic nod. "I love going to festivals! Is this your first time too Risa?" "I've been to a few when I was younger. I only have faint memories of them." "This is Mikan's first time. She's having lots of fun spending time with Risa and Kotarou!" After a few minutes pass and we've all finished our food, I notice Kotarou squirming around a bit as the Ferris Wheel reaches its peak height. I realize its been a while since all of us arrived at the fair, and none of us have taken any restroom breaks since then. I guess I should ask. "Uhm, hey Kotarou.. do you need to.. use the bathroom by chance?" That's when I notice Kotarou has stopped squirming.. and her face has grown red. Mikan's ears twitch, but even I don't need her super hearing to catch this muffled noise.. Pffssssshhhhhhhhh... I blink a bit in surprise as I glance down, noticing the front of Kotarou's jeans bulging outward. She seems to promptly register our gawking and struggles to shift and hide it, but all that does is elicit a noisy squish and crinkle, confirming what the two of us already suspected. "..U-Uh.. sorry, Risa.. I.. I uhm, just went." Oh my gosh. I know Nadeshiko mentioned her having weak control, but.. well, I guess it's a good thing she is padded. I offer a smirk and shrug. "Ehehe, well, at least you have protection. Mikan her flooded her skirt in the park recently, and boy did she make a mess." Oh, whoops. I have a big mouth. I say that trying to comfort Kotarou, but don't think how that might make Mikan feel. I glance over and see her cheeks puffed out, reddened almost as much as Kotarou's. "R-Risa..!!" "Eheheh, sorry~" "...R-Risa peed herself too, you know!" "..!" And now it's my turn to burn red with embarrassment. "H-Hey, I just did that on purpose!" ... Oh come on. Of all things, why did I say that? I look over at Kotarou and see her giggling so much I'm almost concerned she may end up flooding her diaper again. "Risa pees herself on purpose, huh?" "L-look you two, I was just.. trying to make this doggy feel better!" Now even Mikan is giggling away. "Risa used to wet the bed too!" I reach over and give her a pinch on the cheeks, which just makes her laugh harder. "Listen, you two!" As we make our descent, I do notice that all this giggling has produced a squirmy Mikan as well. "Alright, let's get you to the bathroom before I end up having two wet doggy girls on my hands." After we're let off, I lead her to the nearest stall and watch with a giggle of my own as she jolts inside. "Hey Kotarou, do you need to, uhm.. you know.. change? Or do I need to.. change you? Or.." Kotarou grows red and rapidly waves her arms in dismissal. "N-No! I can't ask that of Ris.. uhm, Mom didn't pack any extras.. anyways, so.." I burst into a giggle as Kotarou stammers trying to explain herself, which only seems to add to her embarrassment. "Sorry, sorry! I don't know.. how these things usually work, is all. It's getting late and the festival will close soon anyway, so we'll probably leave after this. But uhm, I kind of do need to pee myself, so, be right back!" I catch Mikan washing her hands as I enter the restroom myself, and promptly give her a light pat on the head. "Good girl~" She gives a smile and wags her tail a bit at the praise as I enter a nearby stall and quickly jostle my panties down before hovering over the toilet seat. "Ahhh~" I let out a sigh as a golden stream pours out of me and splashes into the toilet bellow. Once I've concluded my business and washed my own hands, I lead Mikan and Kotarou towards the parking lot. As we near the car, I notice Kotarou's having to.. waddle a bit from the bulk between her legs. I smirk a bit at the sight. Much like with Mikan having accidents.. this sight is rather endearing on its own. As we start our drive home, traffic has gotten significantly worse. I guess this is what happens when you wait until the last minute to leave; now everyone's trying to drive home at the same time. Aside from the delays, everything seems fine for most of the drive. About 15 minutes in, Mikan ends up drifting off to sleep in the backseat. Kotarou, however, is wide awake and jostling around in the passenger seat next to me. I ignore it at first, until about 10 minutes later, when her arms wrap around her waist and a straining expression fills her face. If she has to pee that bad.. why doesn't she just go like before? "Hey, Kotarou? Are you oka-" BBBRRRRRRRRRRRRTTT. ..Ah! Oh, wow. That was so loud it startled me. Wait. Oh no, does.. does she need to do.. "that?" We're stuck in a traffic jam at the moment, so there's no way we can make a quick escape to a gas station or anything of the sort. I glance up at Kotarou with concern and see her cheeks burning red. "Uhm.. Kotarou, are you.. are you going to be okay until we get home?" "..I.. think so.." "We're somewhat stuck in traffic right now, otherwise I'd pull over somewhere. It looks like this may be a while, too.. so.. If you can't hold it.. I won't judge or anything. I understand it's hard for you right now." I say that, and I mean it. But much like before.. I actually find myself getting incredibly aroused by Kotarou's predicament. Jeeze.. does this.. actually turn me on, too? Traffic starts moving once again, albeit slowly. Kotarou has one hand wrapped around her stomach and one hand tightly gripping the arm rest at this point.. It goes on like this for another 5 or so minutes, with Kotarou leaning forward and letting out a few quieter involuntary farts every couple minutes. Part of me wants to tell her to just go if it's too painful, but.. Brrrrrrtttt! Pfflrttt.. "Nnnghhh...!!" "K-Kotarou..?" "R-Risa.. I'm sorry.. I can't.. anymore!" BrrrRRRRTT. Kotarou's entire body immediately tenses up as she leans forward in her seat, tail shot up in the air and both hands wrapped around her stomach as she lets out a heavy grunt. Oh my god. She's.. is she actually going to..? PFFFLRRRTTTT.. Crkl.. crklcrkl.. I can hardly believe what I'm hearing and seeing for a moment, but seconds later, I see a small tent bulging out from the seat of Kotarou's crinkly jeans. Moments after that, the doggy girl gives a firm grunt and.. Crkl.. CRRRRKLKLKLKLcrklcrkl.. Pffrrtttscclchh!! Several violent sound effects errupt out all at once as a small ball forms in Kotarou's jeans, suddenly errupting.. or exploding even, into a massive balloon that rapidly blows out beyond what I thought was even possible for a single person. All the while, Kotarou hovers there, quivering and moaning in relief. I'm so enamoured and aroused by this display, I don't notice the traffic suddenly stopping again. "..!!" I have to slam on the breaks, narrowly avoiding the car in front of us. "..A-Ahh?!" Kotarou exclaims in surprise as she's lunged forward, the sudden pressure on her gut sending another noisy eruption from her backside, before.. Squeeellccchh! Kotarou's eyes grow wide as her body is abruptly hurled back into her seat. The mountain in her jeans making an extremely audible squish as the doggy girl is forced to sit in the mountainous mess she made. "A..ah?!! O-oh..! Oh.. gross.." Kotarou protests in speech, but ends up just slouching backwards in defeat anyways. A few moments of silence pass as Kotarou works to catch her breath. "..S-Sorry Risa. You.. must think I'm disgusting." Her ears droop as she says this. "Ah? Oh, oh no, I don't! Uhm, don't worry about it. Really! Like I said, I'm not going to think of you any less for it or anything." Kotarou just looks away and looks like she's on the verge of crying. "Risa. Don't lie." "..I'm not lying, really. You're not disgusting Kotarou. This isn't going to lessen the way I see or think of you in the slightest." "Risa.. you're still lying." She's not going to believe me. I find myself more frustrated than anything, so once again I do the only, stupid thing I can think of to possibly convince her. "Sigh.. look, Kotarou, if you want proof I'm not disgusted by you or anything.." My cheeks burn red as I pull the hem of my skirt up, showing off my panties which have grown visibly wet and semi-translucent from arousal at this point. Kotarou stares at me in surprise and confusion for a moment. "Risa.. is in heat too?" I can't help but giggle as Kotarou just tilts her head. "Uhm.. no, I.. we don't go into 'heat' like you do. This is just.. uhm.." "Risa..?" She's not going to get the hint, huh? Gah, this is so embarrassing. "Kotarou. If anyone here is disgusting.. try getting turned on by all of this. Seeing you wet yourself and.. you know.. is probably one of the hottest things I've ever witnessed. I.. don't know why, but.." "...O-oh." Cue the awkward silence. "Risa.. finds me attractive?" "Oh, er. Honestly.. yes. You and Mikan both. I'm sure you find me gross and even maybe resent me for enjoying all of this, but.. if this doesn't prove I don't think any less of you, I don't know what will." Kotarou blushes as her ears perk back up a bit and the doggy girl suddenly leans over and gives me a lick on the cheek. "..A-ah?!" "..You're not gross, Risa. You're cute. You're really weird, but I like weird Risa." I give Kotarou a smile and pat her on the head as she closes her eyes and gives her tail a few wags. "Gee, thanks. Now as adorable as you are in your current predicament.. I have to be honest.. you are definitely starting to stink over there, eheh. So how about we hurry up and get home and, uhm, I let you take a nice long shower at my place?" Kotarou blushes brighter and nods enthusiastically. "Yes. Shower. Please." --- Banner artwork by たちみ. Fanbox - Pixiv
  14. This was a requested piece of fiction that turned out to be something worth posting! So here it is! Enjoy! Nikki Halls, a beautiful woman looking for a night out with the girls, was getting ready to head out. She walked up to her closet and opened the door to find something good to wear for her night out. Nikki was a wonderful looking woman. She had the curves of a model, the face of a Brazilian hottie, and the ass of a Kardashian. Her boobs were a gorgeous D, shaped so perfectly. She sometimes loved teasing the boys in public by not wearing a bra, and just letting then flop all about. She was perfect for a 22 year old girl! "Hmm... What should I wear for my night?" Nikki asked herself as she looked through her closet, trying to find something cute but revealing to wear. She pulled out a pair of black tights, and held them out in front of her to examine them. "Ooh! These are perfect! These are definitely a must!" Nikki said happily as she tossed them onto her bed. She then browsed her closet for something to wear for her beautiful curvy torso. She looked at a black leather jacket for a few moments, then pushed it aside and looked at a black shirt. She pulled it out and looked at it. It was a black, long, thin spandex shirt. This would show her curves perfectly! "This is perfect! This would go great with my pants!" she said as she smiled. She tossed the shirt on her bed, next to the tights she tossed there earlier. Then she closed her closet and walked over to her dresser. She opened her panty drawer. She pulled out a pair of black panties, and examined them. These were her favourite panties. These panties gave her so much pleasure. Not because they rubbed her off. Not because they saved her life. These were her favourite panties because she had so much fun in them. Nikki secretely loved being desperate for a poo. She always held it in whenever she could, and enjoyed having near-accidents, but somehow always managed to make it. She did have another kink of hers, however. She also enjoyed farting. Mainly desperate farts. She had always enjoyed letting out a long, wet shart right into her pants before going potty to relieve her desperation. Her panties weren't anything like a thong. They were almost like boxers. They were comfortable, and quite dirty at that. She never washed them, so any sharts or skidmarks or any cum that shot out into them remained there. "Ooh~ My favourite pair!" She said as she giggled. She took off her towel that she wore after getting out of the shower, and threw it onto the ground. She was bare naked, her beautiful body revealed. Her boobs flopped lower and bounced a little as she dropped her towel, causing her to giggle. "Hehe~ bouncy little ones, aren't ya?" She managed to say as she giggled. She then examined her favourite pair of panties. They smelled quite like a stinky fart, and had a little skidmark towards the seat of them. No cum stains could he seen since they were black, but she knew there was something there. Nikki bent over, and lifted her left leg up, and placed her left leghole of her panties where her left foot would go, then did the same for the right side. Then she pulled them up, and slid them snuggly into position. She blushed lightly as she felt a bit of dampness in the rear from the skidmark that was put there quite recently. "Hehe~ I'm already getting excited!" Nikki said ecstatically. These panties were definitely going to get stinky tonight! She walked over to her bed, and grabbed her bra that was hanging on her bedstand. She positioned it over her massive boobs, then strapped it in place. Her boobs lifted up, looking even larger as she strapped it on. She then picked up her tights, and sat down on her bed. She felt the skidmark in the rear of her panties, giggling more as she pulled her tights on. Nikki then pulled her black shirt on, and was ready for her night. Her friends said they would meet her at the new local nightclub, Midnight 9. She walked out into her kitchen, grabbed her purse, and made her way to the door. Her stomach then gurgled quietly right as she reached the door, and smirked. She had to fart. "Oohoo~ Already starting, are we?" She said as she bent forward and started pushing. A low pitched, crackly fart escaped her bum as she moaned quietly with relief. She placed her hand on her bum, and farted into her hand. The tights she's wearing would hold this stink for a bit, making her feel a little naughty. Once she finished farting, she moved her hand right below her nose and sniffed. She stiffled a giggle as she sniffed. "Well well, what a cute little fart! Something tells me tonight is gonna be fun!" She said as she opened the door and went outside. She closed the door behind her, then began making her way to her car. She opened the driver door, and sat down inside the car seat. She shut the door, and put the car key into the ignition, and twisted, turning the car on. She put it in gear, then backed out of the driveway. Her stomach gurgled again, making her feel her need to poo slightly worsen. She groaned quietly as the pain worsened, then let out a quiet fart. This made the inside of her car slightly smell of her fart. This caused her to blush. After about 35 minutes, she arrived at the club. Her need to poo got worse, making her slightly more desperate. She parked her car out in front of the club, and looked around. She didn't see her friend's cars anywhere, but shrugged it off, assuming that they parked on another street. Her stomach gurgled again, then she opened the car door, and shut it, walking up to the club's entrance. There was a club bouncer there who makes sure only people on the list get in to avoid any funny business. She approached the bouncer. He bore a name tag, with the name "Tom" on the front. "Name?" Tom asked as Nikki approached him. He had an aggressive and strong stance and look, slightly intimidating Nikki. She somehow managed to hide her desperation from showing. "Nikki. Nikki Halls." She told the menacing bouncer. He then glanced down at his clipboard for a few moment, then to Nikki and nodded as he opened the door for her. As she walked in, he glanced at her ass and smirked. "Damn, what an ass.." Tom mumbled quietly to himself. Little did he know that ass gave Nikki pleasure in her own little way. Nikki walked down a flight of stairs, and entered the main area of Midnight 9. It wasn't that big of a club, but looked very deluxe. There was a dance floor, the floor being constant flashing square lights that changed colours. The dancefloor had many beautiful ladies and handsome men dancing there, having the night of their life. Nikki looked around, and couldn't find her friends anywhere. After 10 minutes of searching, she could not find her friends anywhere. They had ditched her. She was getting very desperate for a poo, her stomach gurgling more violently this time. She walked to the bar, and took her seat on a stool. A rather handsome man sat next to her. She lifted her bum off the seat, and let out a slightly gurgly fart, but unable to be heard due to the loud music playing in the club. This fart smelled quite a bit like poo, meaning that soon, there will be no air to push out, but rather, a big mess. Nikki got the attention of the bartender, and asked her for a martini. Out of the corner of Nikki's eye, she could see the man next to her slightly blushing. "Lemme pay for that for you." He said to Nikki, then slid a couple bucks towards the bartender as she gave Nikki her drink. Nikki turned towards the mysterious man, and nodded as she thanked him. "Thank you! You're so kind!" She said to him, then took a sip from her martini. "I'm Alex! What's your name, cutie?" Alex said to Nikki as he still had a faint tint of blush plastered on his cheeks. "I'm Nikki!" she said to Alex. Nikki quite liked Alex's look. He looked very handsome. Nikki, on the other hand, had a look of desperation. She was very desperate for a poo now. She then looked down at his crotch, and noticed a bulge that was growing. Alex was getting turned on. Possibly by her desperation? "You getting excited there, big boy?" Nikki said teasingly to Alex. He had just realized himself being turned on. "Y-yeah.. It's just.. You're cute and, well.." Alex continued as he began mumbling. "What were you gonna say, Alex?" Nikki interrogated as she leaned closer, lifting her bum up a bit, and letting out a gurgly fart, causing the air around them to reek of the stink of Nikki's fart. This caused Alex to get turned on more. "Is that you making that.. Smell?" Alex inquired. "Yeah, it is. I gotta poo really badly!" Nikki said as she blushed. She squirmed a little as if to support her point. "That's quite.. Hot!" Alex said to Nikki. She then looked at him with widened eyes. "Oh you think me holding it in is hot~?" Nikki teased. Alex nodded as he got as hard as he could. His jeans showed his boner very clearly. Nikki reached down and placed her hand on the bulge, giggling as she looked at Alex, biting her lip. "You dirty boy~ Well I think I should go to the bathroom before I actually... Oogh... Have an accident." Nikki said. Her saying 'accident' suddenly made her a little wet in her nether region. Little did she know that Alex had a kink for desperation. He loved seeing a girl desperate for a potty, and also enjoyed watching a lady just let loose in her pants. "Don't you wanna tease this naughty boy some more, baby~?" Alex charismatically inquired to Nikki. "A-alright baby~" Nikki said back in quite a seductive voice. She was a little worried. She never tried messing before. She hopes she could hold out longer for Alex. She squirmed as she sat on the stool, and finished her martini. She slightly wanted to see where this night would go. Maybe it's a good thing her friends weren't here. She met this really hot guy who likes seeing her desperate. "How's about we head back to my place, baby~? I got a bathroom and a bedroom so you can get pleasure from both places~" Alex said as he gave a little seductive wink. Nikki got wetter, and wanted to have fun. "Okay, tough guy~ I'll be sure to let you have fun~" Nikki said seductively. Alex then led her up the club's stairs, and out the door. Nikki's need to poo was getting very unbearable. She would need to use the bathroom as soon as she got to Alex's home! Nikki decided to keep her car paeked where it was, and will take care of the ticket when she got home, that is if she did get a ticket. Nikki got into the passenger seat of Alex's car, and closed the door. Her stomach gurgled violently, then her bowels rumbled deeply as she groaned. Then Alex got into the driver seat, and shut the door. Nikki lifted her bum, and pushed out a very bubbly fart as Alex turned the car on. This fart lasted quite a long time, and was very relieving to get out. The car began to stink up of Nikki's relief, causing Alex to get turned on again. Then a sudden squish sound emanated from Nikki's rear as her fart abruptly stopped, then she blushed deeply. Her rear was a little wet. Nikki had just sharted in her tights. "W-what was that sound?" Alex inquired, even though he had a good guess as to what just happened in the seat of Nikki's pants. "I just sharted, baby~ I just couldn't hold it in anymore! It was a messy little fart of mine!" Nikki answered in a slightly seductive voice. She moved her butt around in the seat, causing the small amount of mush in her pants to mush around with her butt. She blushed at the feeling. "I thought so." Alex said as his pants bulged out in the front again. Alex sure was having a dream come true tonight! After 5 minutes of driving, they both arrived at Alex's house. Nikki had the car really stinked up with the smell of her accidental release. Alex enjoyed every moment in that car. Alex then opened his car door, and began walking to the front porch of his home. Nikki did the same, waiting behind Alex. She had one hand on her belly, and the other on her rear as she whined quietly, getting to the peak of desperation. "Ooogh hurry Alex! I gotta goooooo!" Nikki whined as she squirmed in place. Alex then unlocked the front door and walked in, Nikki following behind. "The bathroom is up the flight of steps, down the hall, and to the right!" Alex chimed to Nikki. As Alex walked into his living room, Nikki began making her way up the steps. After about 2 steps, Nikki's stomach and bowels gurgled as a very bubbly fart escaped her bum. She blushed as she pushed it out, then continued making her way up the stairs. Nikki arrived at the top of the steps, then began walking, or waddling slowly considering her circumstances, down the long hallway. She took arrived at the end of the hall, and looked at a door on the right side. The door had a label written on it. It read 'bathroom'. Maybe Alex had do many visitors over that he had to label the restroom. Nikki slowly waddled up to the door, and placed her hand on the door handle. She attempted to turn the knob, but it didn't move. "W-what..? Aw come on!" Nikki cried as she jiggled the door handle more with no luck. Nikki refused to believe the truth, but the door was jammed. Just as she tried one more time, her stomach gurgled violently. She groaned as she placed both hands on her belly. "Nononononono! I'm so close! I gotta make!" Nikki cried as she stared at the door. But there was no use in trying to deny it. The inevitable was going to happen, whether Nikki liked it or not. Her bowels rumbled deeply as she placed both hands on her rear, and a sudden squish emanated from her rear. "Nonooo!" Nikki whined, but there was no use in complaining. The inevitable was happening. A bubbly crackle sounded from her rear as a bulge began to form on her tights. Her hands began getting pushed further from her rear as a mound of mush grew in the seat of her pants. The crackling soon changed to a splorching and squelching sound as the mess pouring from her butt and into her pants and panties grew softer and wetter. Gushing sounds blew from her rear as the bulge began to grow to enormous proportions. The bulge just grew bigger with each bit of mush being pushed into her tights. Nikki placed one hand on her mouth as the other remained on the bulge. She blushed as she just gave up, and started pushing. A loud squelch sounded as a torrent of mush evacuated into her already soiled pants. Her tights couldn't bulge out anymore, so her growing mess spread out more across her bum, like a smelly pancake. It began working it's way up towards her back, but her tights wouldn't allow for leaks. Squish sounds were heard as her panties could hold no more, and the wet mush began pouring from her panty leg holes and into the back of her tight's legs. The rear of her tight's legs began bulging out and the mush worked it's way down her legs. Nikki pushed put the remainder of her mess, and blushed deeply. The inevitable happened to Nikki. Nikki just shit her pants. "Oh my god.. I just.. Messed myself.." Nikki mumbled quietly to herself. She needed to tell Alex tge door was locked. Otherwise she'd be stuck in the messy pants. Nikki began waddling down the hallway to the stairs, then began walking down them. About halfway down the stairs, Nikki let out a disgusting fart. The mess in her soiled pants made the fart sound very bubbly. She continued down the stairs, then turned left and entered the living room. "Well there you are, Nikki! Did you relieve yourself?" Alex asked. She nodded shyly, then looked at Alex. "What's wrong, love?" Alex inquired. Then Nikki turned around, revealing the massive, brown bulge in the seat of her black tights. "Oh my god... That's hot~" Alex said seductively. Nikki then waddled over to Alex on the couch, then pushed him down onto his back, and crawled on top of him. She took his hand, and placed it on the bulge in the back of her pants. "Then let's have some fun, hot stuff~" Nikki whispered into Alex's ear as she began roughly kissing him. They were definitely going to have plenty of fun tonight!
  15. TheMaskedVoid

    A Stinky Messing

    Hey guys! Void here! Basically, I found this masterpiece sitting in my fiction folder on my computer! It says I wrote it a year ago, so I decided to share it with the world of Omorashi! Enjoy! Anna and Jenny were in big trouble. Jenny was tied against the wall, Anna was sitting behind, her face planted in Jenny's bum. Jenny had unknowingly taken laxatives and a pill that made her farts constant. "Jenny! I can't move!" Anna said into Jenny's rear. She had enough room to move her head back against the wall behind her, her hands tied behind her back. "I... Uuurrgh... Gotta fart..." Jenny said as her stomach gurgled violently. She squirmed as her hands were tied behind her. Jenny was wearing black tights with a pair of black panties underneath and a miniskirt. "Jenny please don't!" Anna begged. But Jenny, however, was feeling quite selfish and naughty. A loud, bubbly BRAAAAAAPPT was heard as Jenny released a loud, smelly fart into Anna's face. Anna squirmed in place as she coughed, smelling Jenny's putrid fart. "oh god, jenny! Why would you?" Anna said to Jenny. "I... Had to... " Jenny responded. Jenny's stomach gurgled again. Jenny pushed her bum into Anna's face, and released a loud, disgusting fart right into Anna's face. A sudden FLAAAAAAAARRRP was heard as a bubbly fart escaped her bum and into Anna's face and nose. "MMMMMPPPH!!" Anna screamed as Jenny released her stink into Anna's nostrils. She pushed out the remainder of her fart, but didn't pull her bum away from Anna's face. Anna had her nose and face dug into Jenny's stinky bum. One more fart and things could get messy. Anna groaned as a loud gurgle resonated in her bowels. She needed to go. Badly. She squirmed and pulled her bum from Anna's face to let her breath. "oh god.. I don't think I can... Hold it... Uuuurgggh!!" a sudden loud fart interupted her sentence, and Anna squealed as a stinky amount of air flew into her face. The bubbly sounds of farts was replaced by a yelp from Jenny, and a sudden squelching sound. The seat of Jenny's tights began expanding. She was messing herself. She squirmed as she continued to mess herself. Anna watched in horror as her friend uncontrollable shit her pants. It stank really bad. "I-I'm... Ugh! I'm pooping my pants! Oh, i'm so sorry Anna!" Jenny exclaimed she she excreted into her pants. A bubbly fart emanated from her rear as even more mess piled into the seat of her tights. The bulge continued to grow. So much so, that the messy bulge began to touch Anna's nose. It began molding around her nose as Jenny continued releasing. A sudden BRUULLP was heard as it tormented from her bum. The bulge had wrapped completely around Anna's bulge, her nostrils covered with messed tights. She let out a silent squeal as the smell entered her nose. Jenny then finished going potty in her pants. Anna lifted her bum up, and began soiling herself as well. A faint crackle was heard as Anna released into her tight jeans. When she finished, she sat back down, squishing the load in her pants. Jenny then pushed her bum right into Anna's face, causing the bulge to squish all around Anna's face. "W-whoops... Eheh... I think I may have had a little accident..."
  16. Chapman

    ShikkinCLUB

    Version 2.0.0

    701 downloads

    Another work in the Shikkin Series and the second game to be made in the Unity Engine, first being ShikkinGIRL. This game has you focus on spying on different girls using cameras. As you view the girls using the bathroom or wetting, you will gain cash which you can use to purchase better quality cameras and do other things(barely explored the first part of the game). The game has it's issues and bugs but it is playable. As you spy on more girls/get more scenes, more parts of the map will open up. Placing more cameras around the map will help increase your income in purchasing better quality cameras and every new session gives you a free beginner tier camera. All cameras you place throughout the map are permanent until you relocate them and place them elsewhere. Password when unzipping the file is ShikkinCLUB Edit: I was wrong. The additional features was not replay but two things: You can remotely pay the guys to help you set up the situations so you don't have to travel across the map. The other feature is that you can change the camera to focus on one character specifically, provided you pay 80000 cash for a microchip to follow them specifically. Note: you need to have a camera in an area the character is at to view them, this is more or less to resolve the issue of wetting scenes overlapping each other.

    Free

  17. rfthawne

    Lost at the Party

    First time story poster here! This is actually a multi-part story I wrote for a now inactive user named Rick Dixon. He disappeared before I could send him the final copy, but he had previously given his permission to post it here and make the changes to it that I'm going to make. Hope you all enjoy! ---------- "Darla stop fidgeting your legs like that. You look like a little kid who has to go potty," Darla's mom said, giving her a judgemental look as she took a sip of her coffee. "Ew Mom, that's gross," Darla replied, suddenly aware of how obviously she had been jiggling her legs and making an effort to hold them still. "Its just the caffeine from the coffee making me antsy." "Be that as it may, try not to embarrass me in front of your uncle's family. He was nice enough to invite us to this luncheon with all his neighbors. There's even some cute boys here. You'd hate to have an accident in front of a potential boyfriend." "Mom I don't have to pee, just drop it ok?" Darla than took a sip of her own coffee to try and seem casual, a sip which she immediately regretted as the liquid seemed to speed straight to her bladder. Despite her protests to the contrary, Darla did have to pee. Quite desperately in fact. She didn't know her cousins or their neighbors that well, so when she and her mother arrived she had mainly stayed with her, sipping coffee or wine and chit chatting about nothing in particular. Darla had even had a mild urge to pee when they first arrived several hours ago, but had thought it no problem and figured she could hold it until they left. She had always been a little shy about using a stranger's bathroom. Darla thought she'd still be fine if it hadn't been for when her mother had stepped away to gossip with Darla's aunt, leaving Darla alone at the table to drink two cups of coffee rather than make awkward small talk with strangers. Well that coffee, along with the the glass of wine and a coffee when they first arrived and the two coffees since then were now demanding to be released and Darla wasn't sure how much longer she could put off a trip to the bathroom. ---------- Blake had been friends with Darla's cousin John since they were in middle school, close enough that they were practically brothers and despite living several miles away now he had still been invited to her Uncle's luncheon. John would often joke that he and Blake knew everything about each other, which amused Blake because there was one thing John certainly did not know: that Blake had a major pee fetish. All his life, ever since puberty he had found himself deeply aroused by the thought of a woman having a full on accident in public, humiliating herself for all to see. While he had watched a lot of porn, he had never seen an accident in person, and he was becoming quite desperate to, even going so far to have a basic plan for what to do if he saw signs of desperation from a hot girl at a party like this. He had high hopes he would get to use that plan today because he had seen Darla bouncing her legs up and down and suspected he knew why. He hadn't seen her use the restroom yet, and he had seen her drink plenty. From where he sat he could take in the full sight of her. Shoulder length dark brown hair worn behind her ears to show off her tan complexion. A body that showed she was in shape but not intimidatingly so. Perky, full sized breasts that showed a respectable amount of cleavage under her green tank top. Tight tan pants that had showcased her full sized butt perfectly when she had walked to get more coffee. Designer flip flops that bounced up and down as her leg began to jiggle again. "Oh yes," Blake thought, "she's got to go bad." Suddenly he saw her stand up, and once she had stepped away from her table he watched her give a frantic look around the room before biting her lip and walking towards the front of the house; the opposite direction from the bathroom. "Now or never," Blake muttered, ready to put his plan into action. He set off after her, making sure to swing by the bathroom and get things prepared first. ---------- Darla had only just noticed her leg jiggling again when suddenly a quick bladder spasm caused her to suck in her breath and clench her bladder muscles tight. "This is bad," she thought. "I need to pee now before I have an accident in these pants. Ooo I wish I'd worn the black ones instead." She pushed her chair back from the table and stood up, barely resisting the urge to grab her crotch like a preschooler. "Mom I'm going to go take a walk around the house, see if I can spot one of those cute guys you mentioned." She gave her mother a cute smile which earned her a nod of approval, then began to make her way towards the exit. After she had taken several paces and put at least two tables between herself and her mother she allowed herself a quick squeeze of her crotch from a hand she stuck in her pocket. Luckily most people in the dining room seemed too engrossed in conversation to notice her. She bit her lip as she frantically looked around, trying to decide where in her Uncle's estate the bathroom was. This was getting bad. Already she could feel a second spasm coming just from the few steps she had taken. "Think Darla, where would it be? Gotta be by the front door right?" Giving herself a second squeeze and leaving her hand in her pocket just in case, Darla set off for the front of the house. Reaching the entryway, Darla hurried to the only door she found, desperate for relief. Twice more on the walk here she had had to grab her crotch in order to prevent any leaks, the spasms becoming increasingly insistent. She had a hard timestanding still as she reached for the door knob. "Thank God," she muttered as she threw open the door. Her joy turned to anguish in an instant though at what she found: a coat closet. "Shit!" she exclaimed, her hands flying down to her crotch as the most powerful spasm yet rocked her body. She clenched with all her might, but even then a brief squirt escaped into her thong underwear. Tears began to form in her eyes. "No please no," she muttered, "please don't let me wet my panties, not here, not now!" ---------- Blake silently moved into the entryway, relieved to see Darla still there and squirming through a major potty dance. He had hoped she wouldn't have moved on, but it had taken him longer than he had expected to convince John's mother that her makeup was running and she needed to reapply in the only downstairs bathroom. "As much warpaint as she puts on," he thought, "she should buy me 20 minutes easy." At the time he had hoped that was enough, but seeing the state Darla was in he knew it was plenty. He was still trying to figure out how to approach her when suddenly he heard her start muttering, pleading with some higher power to help her not wet her panties. He took that as an acceptable cue. ---------- "I'm sorry for intruding, is everything ok ma'am?" Blake asked. Darla nearly jumped out of her skin at his sudden appearance, immediately bending at the waist and clutching her crotch for dear life as she did so. Luckily she didn't think she squirted this time. Turning, she saw Blake standing there in black jeans and a red button up shirt. Her face turned beat red. "Oh um yes, everything, everything is fine," she said, badly trying to seem casual as she squirmed and grasped herself in the entryway. "I was just looking for the..." "The toilet? It is actually on the other side of the house, sorry. Would you like me to show you?" Darla's face turned even more red, stinging tears returning to her eyes. Here she was a 26 year old woman holding herself like a three year old in front of this handsome stranger who was offering to show her to the toilet like she was a kid. "Just directions are fine, thanks." Darla was barely able to keep the shake out of her voice. "You sure, it's no trouble at all. I know how confusing this house can get," Blake replied with a chuckle. "I'm sure," Darla nearly snapped, as her desperation overwhelmed her embarrassment and decorum momentarily. "Ok, my apologies, you're clearly in some distress. Just go down this hallway and turn right before the dining room. Take your second left and the bathroom is the third door on the right. Figured you'd want a path that avoided the crowd," he said with a wink. "Thank you," Darla replied, having managed to regain at least a semblance of control. She shakily walked out of the entryway, managing to resist the nearly overpowering urge to hold herself as she did so. As she made her way down the hall and out of his sight she stopped resisting, her right hand darting into her crotch and holding on for all it was worth while her left she used for balance as she tried to keep her legs as tightly pressed together as possible. The crotch of her thong still felt wet from her quick burst, but nothing felt like it was showing on the outside of her pants. She silently prayed that that brief leak into her panties would be the only one. Inside her bladder felt like it was turning into a small boulder, rock hard against her waistband as the liquid within demanded release.
  18. Author’s Note: This DC Omorashi spin off of Batgirl is the sequel to the Lois Lane story which I mast still right the next three chapters of that story. Barbara knew what was going to happen she was so excited for Lois to come to Gotham tomorrow. She immediately grabbed her croch tightly because she forgot how bad she had to go before the call. She got out of bed and walked in a fast pace to stop the idea of leakages staining the tiles. She made it and she pulled down her panties and started to pee immediately and her flow would not end as it still went on besides the time was 12:00. Barbara looked at herself in the mirror as her naked pussy was visible she moved her legs out to show a little more view. She did and finally what felt and seemed like an entirety stopped, as her flow died down until it evolved back into tiny drops of urine. She got up and flashed the toilet to go back to bed. Barbara went back into bed and could not stop wondering what to do with Lois when she comes. To Be Continued...
  19. Canticle Natura

    NoMaKo: An Omorashi Tale

    Version 0.4.5

    1,563 downloads

    Disclaimer: I am not the developer of this game, only uploading it here on his behalf. You can get in contact him through the tumblr links posted in this description. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (Paraphrased) From the developer's blog (https://nomakodev.tumblr.com/): "NoMaKo is an omorashi RPG. If the term “omorashi” is alien to you, then this probably isn’t your type of game! It’s usual turn based RPG action with adventures to be had, dungeons to be travelled through, and many puzzles to solve. All while drinking to recover HP and MP and having to deal with the bladder need of the characters who are animated with progressively more desperate squirming. If this need isn’t handled, well… laundry can be done at any inn! Design is intended to not be frustrating: running is always successful, no missing, KO’d party members still receive EXP, etc! A unique feature compared to other RPGs of this type is the ability for characters to learn to push themselves further with holding. After an accident or using the toilet when beyond their limit, the character’s holding ability will permanently grow slightly! This can be seen on their status page. This demo’s playtime is estimated to be around 4-6 hours. It’s not encrypted, so if you have RPG Maker VX Ace, you may totally open the project and snoop about. I want to see more omo games, so I hope to show off how I did things so others may follow! Look through the common events and look in the scripts file and see the modification I did to the Actor script to add the omo system. Please enjoy and leave feedback if you wish! I hope you enjoy your adventure with Noelle, Maple, and Kora! Known Issues Windows 10 users, there is an issue with crashing. Among testers, consistently it was found that anyone who had the game crash occasionally at battle start up was running Windows 10. Don’t know why! So right click the game, set properties to Windows 7 compatibility and save often! Might help. FIXED IN 0.3.2. Also, sometimes desperation/wetting notices may be triggered just as you change screens, with the changing of screen interrupting it. A minor annoyance, but not really a big problem!" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- So in essence, NoMaKo is a newcomer to the Omorpg scene. I have played through it and, in my opinion, it is a fun, light-hearted adventure that is reminiscent of older JRPGs. Some of it's features include: -Unique battle sprites and animations for all three of the playable characters (including different desperation stages and wettings). -The ability to increase the size of each character's bladder by having them hold to their limits. -An interesting take on RPG gameplay as well as a plethora of puzzles. The RPG Maker VX Ace RTP is required to play it, more information and updates on the game can be found on the developer's tumblr: https://nomakodev.tumblr.com/ If you enjoyed it please give the creator a note, I'm sure they will appreciate it!

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  20. Hi, so, you may or not have seen me around and if you have checked my profile you might know that I didn't want to post any drawings because I didn't want to use the characters I had already created (which are intended for comedy and action at some point in the future), the simple solution I came with is to create more characters specifically made for this site and fetish, so don't expect them being mentioned or shown in my other drawing place (https://www.deviantart.com/bombality). So, that being said, my original idea was to present those characters and and end the post with an example of how I was going to be using them but I can't seem to get that example to feel right, so I've decided to show the example first and get feedback on what may be wrong. In case the idea is not clear it's supposed to be a girl about to wet herself, she is not pregnant, that's her bladder bulging making her look like that. Since I already switched the order I was going to do things my next post in this topic will depend on the answers I get (I might even delete it if I get none), also feel free to ask any questions.
  21. I've been gone for a little while and have delayed some other request but I'll be getting back on them soon! I haven't been completely inactive in terms of art, but drawing the comics was draining while also going to summer school for art. I decided to make this thread (Not for requests, yet) to post stuff I work on outside of my comics thats omorashi/lewd related. First one is a bit of an experimental gif I drew for the same OC I use for most of my comics (2 of 3, not very impressive). In the future I might transition my comic posts to this one since the title of my original thread is misleading, but for now it'll be used for the purpose stated above. If anyone who requested a comic from me sees this feel free to pester me on discord (Gabbr#0080) or in my inbox on this site! I left off in the middle of making a comic, and you know who you are and I'm sorry about that. I'll be getting back on it soon. For now please enjoy the brief gif!
  22. Pulled over at a local park where the portapotty was occupied and I immediately lost control only to barely make it home and pee my pants again trying to go inside! My poor boots and socks were so drenched! Wait til you see how much pee comes out of them!! It's crazy!! https://clips4sale.com/131081/wet-scarlet/cide25d1c4a2117a5e3c0e2fb569c
  23. 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
  24. This is my FIRST interactive fanfiction, and I’ve been actually wanting to try it out for a while! Here are some bios to get you acquainted. Name: Maria Kuvaeva Nicknames: Masyanya, Moxxie Gender: Female Preference: Pan Age: 30 Bladder Capacity: 850 ml Personallity: Tomboyish, sassy, quirky, humourous Name: Alexander Trofimovich Nicknames: Hyrundel, Boar Gender: Male Preference: Straight Age: 27 Bladder capacity: 1000 ml Personallity: Lazy, dumb, lovable, Name: Anton Nicknames: Lokhmaty, Shaggy Gender: Male Preference: Gay Age: 25 Bladder Capacity: 500 ml Personality: Air-headed, nerdy Hyrundrel Lokhmaty Masyanya
  25. So I'm taking requests for JJBA scat prompts for fics. There's hardly any jojo scat content.