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  1. ....so I treated myself to a wetting in the shower....it felt so good to feel it all flowing out 😊 ACB5690E-4237-43EC-83A8-AE1D917427E8.MOV
  2. 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) ^^
  3. Scene 1 Only I remember a few weeks ago someone was looking for this video and i was supposed to upload it fast as possible. But here it is later then ever but uploaded to the forum for you all to watch and download. This videofile contains both nudity and lesbian sex in it but most important of them all is the wetting and peeing in it. Enjoy ❤️ national-models-peeing-3-scene1.avi
  4. MrWet89

    female New youtubr

    Found this and snagged it from youtube Country girl needs to pee.mp4
  5. 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.
  6. Hi all! So I haven't been too active on here lately. But I just had an experience I wanted to share with you fine people (; so I had just gotten home from work. And well I ALWAYS have to pee when I'm unlocking my door and going inside. And one of my favorite things to do is to pee a little into my underwear and pants before going in! It gives me a thrill of peeing 'in public' even if it's dark or no one's around lol. So anyway I leaked quite a lot before finally entering my home. About the size of a softball wet spot. And once inside I was so turned on I just said screw it(:! And I was not planning on doing any of this. It's just one of those things where I wanted to wet myself(; anyway I went to the bathroom and stood in front the mirror and just let go. But I didn't really need to go to bad so I peed kinda slowly lol. (Which is another way I like to wet. Wet with a kinda empty bladder). So I just stood there as the pee ran down my khakis and briefs, soaking my sock and making a small puddle on the floor(; I hope you liked it as much as I did! Please comment!
  7. 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!
  8. 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
  9. MrWet89

    female New to me

    Just found this searching around, hope it's not a repost. Seems to be some kind of homemade videos. Enjoy 42cfde12f135.360.mp4 ff08493084aa.360.mp4
  10. With the current work schedule I have, I always have a break in the middle of the day, and so I go home for a few hours. As it turns out, this has somehow turned into the time I get desperate to go every day. I keep a towel in the car, so one day, I was so desperate, I put it under me, lifted myself up, and just soiled myself- sat back down, and let my bladder go. The seat didn't get very wet because I was wearing two pairs of pants (It's cold here), and I had to spend ten minutes with every little bump mushing it against my butt. It was incredible. So incredible actually that I did it again today- I'm still wearing my messy pants as I type this~ I somehow find having an accident in the car even more taboo, despite the fact that many people who aren't even into omorashi have accidents in a vehicle due to the lack of places to stop. Anyone else have thoughts on this?
  11. Lisk

    [E]Omo SisterS

    Version 1.0

    1,803 downloads

    A mysterious voice in the middle of nowhere... What is it talking about... Why does it sound so important...? I can't remember... Hm? Oh, nevermind. This is another game made by creator of Nyo Time, Kirika-san, and it's another plot-driven story about brother-sister relationships. Except now there's two little sisters! Do what any good big brother character in this kind of game would do: pick one of them, take her on a date and make her wet herself! You can also play this game like a normal date sim - this would probably be the best decision for your first playthrough! So download it - it doesn't even need RTPs, just set your system locale to Japanese (as always, the last screenshot shows you how to do it, so if you start asking about it, I'll eat your soul ^_^) - ignore minor inconsistencies and enjoy the happy world of desperate imoutos! ...Or muster the courage to see things for what they really are. Produced by: Kirika-san Game engine: Wolf RPG Editor

    Free

  12. So this is a little scifi setting I've been mulling around the past month or so. This is one of two projects. One is yet to be posted and an actual piece of fiction. This is an interactive story done in a disco channel so while it does have the length it's a little rough but thoroughly enjoyable thus far. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NjsemNhze7U Allow me to set the scene, to paint the canvas through which we will accompany our poor heroine. A small piece of music to help illustrate my vision of a corporate neon future. The San Angeles Metroplex or more commonly known as SANAM City. The remnants of the western North American Seaboard reformed on the temperate coast after the event... Everyone knows the event, it the world a chance to start over for better or worse. At a time during which the Earth's poles were reversing leaving the magnetosphere at a mere fraction of it’s strength the sun’s activity spiked. A devastating coronal mass ejection event started it all. Satellite’s circuitry fused in an instant, even the most hardened of communication systems ground to a halt with the interference generated by the petawatts of energy released upon the earth. High voltage transmission lines that made everyday living and the technology we relied on blew when the transformers melted, substations detonated from the ambient currents rippling through the atmosphere. Drives in all but the luckiest or most shielded locations were erased in a flash. The solar activity persisted and the power… stayed off. Governments crumbled, populations evaporated but as we are a tenacious species we carried on despite the adversity. The prevalence of nuclear reactors in the midwest and east coast left much of north america uninhabitable and a combination of factors made those who survived flock to the west coast. A temperate climate, the vast Pacific ocean, fertile farm ground and of course a lack of skin searing radiation which is a bonus. What little power structure survived was in the form of multinational corporations. Slowly they assumed control, provided stability, order. It wasn’t perfect but it was something. But enough of that history lesson. Some people don’t even believe that’s what really happened. With such limited electronic records from the time numerous wild conspiracy theories fill the net. Crime, drugs, technology and a thin facade of corporate order holding it all together. Welcome to Sanam city. Flashy advertisements line the streets projecting holo images. Far above ground level the ultralux jet about in their aircars looking down on those below stuck using wheeled transportation. Cybernetic implants enhance everyday life helping with every task imaginable. The sky is the limit when it comes to augmentation and if you can dream it up and have the credit for it… Therein came the problem. As with any foreign object certain precautions had to be taken to ensure the body’s white blood cells don’t attack and reject it. The latest iteration from PharmaTek of their ubiquitous acceptance cocktail Serum5 has been all the rage. Used in surgery it is combined with a potent anesthetic which makes it a favorite to smoke as well often sold by less than scrupulous doctors on the side looking for a little bit of extra cash. What nobody was expecting was the drastic side effects that accompanied the new revision. It wreaked havoc with the parasympathetic nervous system but only with those who had a XX chromosome pairing. The effects were almost instantaneous. Females everywhere began to experience the symptoms. Increased appetites, lacrimation, drooling and worst of all what looked like an inexplicable onset of incontinence like effects stemming from much more sensitive sphincter muscles. Nobody knew how to deal with it and information was scarce. PharmaTek slicers worked round the clock to expunge any questions confused and concerned women raised on the net. Doctors were paid off to look the other way and attribute such incidents up to stress but it was growing too big to cover up. With no fix insight and dollar signs in their eyes a pivot was made. After the first month past and the effects have spread to most if not all of the female population. Feminine incontinence wear sprang up practically overnight. Adverts and product campaigns in an effort to normalize and profit off of their own screwup. PharmaTek still hasn’t owned what it has done but profits are higher than ever now with it’s subdivisions devoting entire production lines to incontinence wear. Two months have passed since Serum5 hit the streets and the troubling issues brought with it are still fresh in everyone’s mind. Not everyone is accepting their fate laying down! Some still strive towards a cure to the sudden onset of symptoms but others resigned themselves to a life of ‘protection’. A song played in the early hours of the morning. The greenish hue of the fading Aurora Centralis besieged by the distant rising sun. “Just five more minutes.” a groggy voice calls out from underneath a set of expensive silken sheets. “Ms Blackstar, it is unsanitary to sleep in your own urine. This is the third night in a row you have urinated in your bedding. I advise an appointment with the company clinic. I scheduled an appointment for thursday of this week.” the ‘helpful’ computerized assistant spoke. “and I would advise using the restroom before bed.” it said almost as if it was mocking her. Her cheeks turned red as she slowly woke up. It was right… the clammy cool feeling of soaked sheets clung to her skin. “Nnnngggg not again!” she growled, wrinkling her nose at the smell of piss. She’d have to do laundry again. “Just… cancel the appointment and deactivate.” she said, obviously in no mood to be discussing her problem. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed her scowl only deepened seeing the huge damp splotch covering her bottom sheet and having soaked her pajamas. She pinched the bridge of her nose before her fingers in frustration before forcing herself to trudge to the bathroom. A shower would help, she’d have to strip the sheets again. This was getting real old… the past month had been chaos. Women under her command calling out sick having unfortunate… accidents and even having more than a few close calls herself including one afternoon in the office where after a mad scramble towards the restroom she’d ended up just yanking her skirt up and pissing through her panties. Everyone just said it was ‘something going around’ but what kind of cold did this? She’d seen one of the company doctors but he fed her some line of bullshit. Sounded like he was reading a script, told her to make sure she got some rest maybe take some time off. It didn’t sit right with her and now it seemed to be getting worse. She was wetting her bed again! A PrivSec agent should not being doing that… no less a PrivSec field commander! What kind of person wanted to hire security from someone who couldn’t stop wetting themselves… or worse? A hot shower helped ease her mind, it always did. Her morning routine fell into place with a few extra additions to accommodate her little bedwetting incident. A brush through her long black hair, a faint dusting of makeup followed by her sharp grey suit. It wasn’t her field outfit but she could change into that later if necessary. Most corporate jobs had been little more than babysitting lately which… with all the issues she was facing wasn’t exactly a bad thing. The door to her more than modest apartment opened and shut behind her as she exited towards the carpark. Even the low level grunts at PrivSec were payed relatively well. It wasn’t a bad outfit to work for if you didn’t mind turning blind eye on occasion to some of the less than moral contracts. Her implants hummed away taking care of minor tasks like opening her car door and making sure her apartment’s security system was armed. Unlike much of the tech on the street her implants were all top notch, designed not to stand out, not to raise attention. At first glance one would never even notice she was auged except for the faint glowing ring her pupils. Another benefit of being employed by PrivSec, implants related to your job function were provided at a heavy discount and doctor’s services were waived as long as it was installed inhouse. An executive black sedan waited for her. Living in a better part of SANAM city meant most of the other vehicles around hers were similar but all it took was driving a couple of miles in the wrong direction and the rolling scrap heaps people called cars would surround her vehicle. The coffee warmed her throat as she greedily sucked it down taking a seat on the fine leather. Sunlight was just starting to wash over the sprawling city, not that it was ever really dark anymore. Not with the aurora and the constant advertisements. The car’s engine fired to life with the raucous bark of a powerful cold start before falling into a smooth rumble. Before she could set off an advertisement chimed in through the av unit the holographic image of what could only be described as a child’s diaper appearing. “Now available to women everywhere the revolutionary Huggies Titan with color changing indic...” the advert went on before she bellowed angrily. “Turn that shit off!” she spat. People weren’t actually buying this garbage were they? She could feel the satin grasp of the panties she wore underneath her suit and blushed at the thought of wearing something so ridiculous. With an angry stab of the throttle she set off into the city’s early morning bustle. She continued to sip her coffee and catch up on the news as she drove moving from light to light. She liked to get to the office early. That gave her a chance to pick her assignment before other field commanders might choose a contract she wanted. She was getting close to the office, an uneventful drive thus far. Traffic had been heavier than normal but not too bad. She’d still be on time but… something caught the corner of her eye. Out the side window down a littered alley she spotted two bangers. Two hoods to whatever local gang was around working over some guy pretty good. A man and a woman both wearing a black hoodie with some neon colors on the back. “Low life parasites...” she sneered, her hand moving towards the large sidearm holstered under her suit jacket. She gave a sidelong glance at the time in her ocular implant. She could stop this, save that poor guy do a small act of good in a city that so often lacked it but… if she got out and approached those two punks who knows how long it could take or how risky it could be to approach them. What if they had backup? Most days she would have just driven by barely sparing a glance. Maybe it was everything that had been going on giving her a little bit of perspective but fed up as she was she wasn’t about to let this shit just happen. “Fuck it.” she glanced at the time, it would be cutting it close but… an outlet for her frustrations sounded just like what she needed. The door opened and with a hiss and the driver behind her layed on the horn to which she responded with a steely glare and a flash of her middle finger. The car’s door shut behind her and the automated driver took over shuttling the vehicle out of the roadway while she took care of business per se. The simplest way to clock a concealed weapon but not always the most accurate, a quick thermal scan. A quick change of her vision mode to thermal. The woman was wearing a pair of brass knuckles and from the rough outline the man looked to have a small firearm tucked into his waistband. Probably some piece of shit polymer printed illegal knockoff. The yellows and reds faded from her vision as she returned to normal sight. “Hey!” she barked at them already drawing the large caliber handgun from underneath her shoulder. Her other hand already flashing her PrivSec badge as she approached. A PrivSec agent was not someone you wanted to run up against. The two paused kicking the brutalized man and for a moment there was a calm in the alley punctuated by a groan of pain. At 5’10” Emelie Blackstar wasn’t exactly a small woman and in the small heels she wore around the office she crested six feet tall. The two seemed unimpressed by her stature or her badge and the young girl maybe early twenties spoke up first. “Oh come up we’re just showing our friend what happens when you mess with us.” she said. Her mouth was hidden underneath a bandana but she sounded like she was grinning, the smug little bitch. “Yeah, this ain’t some corpoRAT security detail so why don’t you fuck off.” her partner in crime spat with a laugh. The pair had balls but that wasn’t liable to count for much with a piece of serious hardware leveled at you. “Why don’t you go put on a show for some ultralux, whore.” the girl mocked. Her brightly dyed blue hair framed her face falling out from under her hood. Emelie just wanted to knock her teeth in. So far she had shown restraint but these two… her finger twitched moving from the trigger guard to the trigger. As his accomplice spoke he made his move reaching for his concealed weapon. He never even managed to draw it from his waistband before she fired the first shot. A deafening crack echoed in the alley, her aural implants attenuating the sound protecting her hearing. Another crack as she fired a second time, each crack of gunfire accompanied by the satisfying metal snap of the slide racking back ejecting the spent cartridge. Five shots directly center mass splattering the ground behind him with a red mist. He slumped over instantly. The woman’s eyes were as wide as saucers when she saw the agent storming towards her gun still in hand. “You should have listened to me. Your little friend here was about to come at me with an illegal piece. Now you’ll be on the hook for murder.” she said with a smirk as she grabbed the woman by the collar and shoved her against back against the wall. “N...no please… please just… just let me go.” she begged, tears streaming down her cheeks. She narrowed her eyes jamming the hot muzzle of her gun straight against the woman’s throat. A small mercy she was wearing a bandanna but that would be the least of her problems should she decide to pull the trigger. She pinned her against the wall with her forearm using her hand to yank down the bandanna getting a good look at her face analyzing the expression. “Genuine remorse...” she said as she loosened her grip finally hearing the sound of running water. It was faint but noticeable with her enhanced hearing. She let her go taking a step back. “You… no… don’t tell me...” giving a look of disgust at the distraught girl glancing down expecting to see a growing wet splotch rushing down her ripped at the knee jeans but nothing… Something clicked in her mind. That damned advertisement she’d heard earlier. A quick flash back to thermal vision showed her everything she needed to know. The glowing yellow radiant heat all around her groin. “Show some backbone, christ are you actually wearing one of those… things?” she couldn’t even bring herself to say the word. “And stop crying!” she snapped at her waving her gun nonchalantly. “I… I can’t stop!” she said defensively, wiping her eyes. “and… and I didn’t even feel it.” the girl mumbled averting her gaze. The agent was disgusted but at the same time morbidly curious. “Let me see it.” she found herself saying. The woman blushed furiously, as if admitting to having pissed herself was embarrassing enough now this deranged woman wanted to see… her… diaper? “You can’t be serious!” she balked. “Just fucking do it and then get your ass out of here. I don’t want to waste anymore ammo today.” she threatened. The color drained from her face and her hands fumbled with her pants quickly yanking them down mid thigh exposing the sodden garment. It was just like that damn advert had described. Thick, swollen with urine the cutesy prints faded when she’d wet it. “Get out of my sight.” she said coldly, jamming the firearm back into her holster. Tapping her finger to her ear for a moment walking towards the end of the alley leaving the surreal scene behind her. She combed her fingers through her hair as the operator came on through her implant. “No… the emergency is passed.” she said to the emergency dispatch. “No… just… listen. PrivSec agent ID 37489 just send an officer down. Some little shit came at me with a piece of knockoff tech… No I won’t wait at the scene. Yes, whatever just send the paperwork to the office.” she said tersely ending the call. Walking along the sidewalk leaving the alley she called her car remotely tracking its crawl through traffic as it homed in on her location. She winced, feeling that familiar pang of growing urgency. That coffee… she should have known it would go right through her. She took a deep breath and pinched her thighs together before pressing on ignoring the sensation. “Damn autodrive… could it have found a farther parking spot!” she groused still waiting for her car to appear in the seemingly endless flow of traffic. Finally after another few minutes it slowly pulled up along side her as she strolled casually through the dingy streets gratefully getting into the passenger door when it slid open. “Get me to the office.” she said taking a somewhat stiff sitting posture, tapping her foot against the carpeting. “Uhg, I’m going to be late I knew I should have kept going.” she complained. Truthfully she would only be perhaps five minutes or so late but she had a feeling the better assignments would already be taken by the time she arrived. The rest of the drive was fortunately less eventful and though she resisted the urge to jam her hand between her legs thinking herself better than that she certainly wanted to. There it was, finally; the PrivSec building. A massive obsidian obelisk in a sea of concrete and glass superstructures. The car could park itself allowing her to take a deep breath and depart. She walked quickly into the looming building passing through the requisite security checkpoints verifying both biometric and implant locks along the way. She could feel her muscles quivering as she stood in the elevator forcing herself not to squirm. The very muscles threatening to send a torrential downpour straight into her uniform. Finally the bell chimed and her floor was revealed through the maglevetator. She let out a sigh of relief and departed heading straight towards the restroom. Approaching her from the other side of the hall was a man clad in a pinstriped black suit. Her stomach dropped, it was her boss… “You’re late Blackstar.” his gravely voice called out. He was holding a folder in his hands… was he just fucking waiting for her? Hagar that little micromanaging prick! This was bad… what if he got off on some tangent and started lecturing her or what if he wanted to talk mission parameters… She just wanted to piss! Of course he was waiting for her today of all days. She groaned as he approached her feeling uncomfortably full. It was getting urgent but she’d be fine… she was simply feeling a little concerned and rightfully so with what had been happening lately. The worry came from the twitchy sensation between her legs. She took a deep breath and focused, forcing herself to stand up straight her professional shoes clacking against the floor as she closed the distance. “Just a little distraction on the way to the office… you know how it is.” she said dismissively; having decided to address him first before running off. Ignoring her boss… not a smart move. “Actually, I don’t. The police report came in. It’s waiting on your desk for a signature. If you want to be a hero do it on your own time.” he said. She raised her eyebrow folding her arms over her chest shifting from one foot to another. “Priority B mission.” he said thrusting the folder at her. That must have been why he was in a less than jovial mood. She took the folder holding it under her arm already slowly beginning to circle around him. Normally the two had a good working relationship and on a small handful of occasions met for a few drinks and some extra curricular activities. Given the rigid corporate environment sleeping with a subordinate was not exactly smiled upon. It gave her a little bit of leverage with him but she knew if she really tried to pull that card he would most certainly take her down with him. “Priority B? I’ll take a look at it in a minute.” she said already beginning to look away. He sighed “You know the rules, we’ve got to go over mission parameters. This is an ultralux heavy hitter.” he began. “I said in a minute okay so unless you want me pissing all over the floor meet me in my damn office in five minutes!” she snapped at him shooting him a dangerous look. That didn’t stop him from quietly snickering and raising his hands in defense. “Fine fine, five minutes.” he said, watching her walk. “Oh and get me a danish from the coffee room… no, two. I’m fucking famished.” she said rubbing her stomach. “Fuck…” she hissed under his breath clenching her fists as she quickly walked towards the bathroom. Fortunately he wasn’t in as bad of a mood as he let on, just stressed at getting a priority B mission. Her cursing might come up later but he usually let her slide except for the few times he mentioned it in her damn yearly review but that’s another story! Finally the bathroom was in sight. She had just been joking about pissing all over the floor but seeing the bathroom so close suddenly seemed to make the urge even stronger. Her bladder spasmed but she didn’t feel anything and with a burst of speed she darted forward throwing caution to the wind as she threw open the bathroom door and hurried inside. Small mercy it was empty. The door locked automatically behind her giving her the privacy to attend to her rather pressing needs. She tossed the file haphazardly onto the granite counter; her hands were already fumbling with the front of her pants as she bounced from foot to foot. The sight of the toilet right in front of her making the need to go even worse. In a swift motion she yanked down her pants accompanied by her panties letting her head lull back with a moan of relief that was shortly drown out by the gushing noisy hiss. Blissful relief and she’d made it not like the other week which still made her flush with embarrassment. Pissing through her panties as she sat on the toilet, her a grown woman of twenty-nine, a PrivSec agent no less! The coffee having stimulated another urge she gave a push and finished her morning evacuation with an unladylike series of noises. She frowned, the urge had come on so fast and the strange sensations. She was growing concerned. At first she had tried to chalk it up to coincidence… and the first doctor had told her it was just stress but these close calls and then her wet sheets. “Fuck...” she said when her eyes finally rested on the gusset of her panties. There was a telltale damp splotch and a faint wet streak that ran down the inseam of her pants. “Fuck!” she cursed again loudly slamming her fist against the wall. Tears started to well in her eyes. “What the fuck… why am I crying!” she howled even more angry than before. It took a few seconds to calm down, but she did. Wiping her eyes to stave off the unbidden tears and squirming when the bidet triggered she was ready to start her day. She approached the mirror, a news feed of various stories scrolling through down one side. The water turned on automatically and she washed her hands, meticulously drying them before straightening out her coat making sure she was composed once again. “Get it the fuck together.” She told her reflection grabbing the folder from the counter. Emelie marched out of the bathroom back towards her office, stomach growling with ravenous hunger. He was waiting for her sitting across from her desk and as requested with two pastries and another cup of coffee were waiting for her. He was holding one palm up a holographic image projecting up as he casually checked his mail whilst waiting for her. The projection faded as he heard her enter and he cleared his throat. “Good morning Em, I didn’t mean to be sharp with you it’s just well you know… priority B.” he began, flashing a charismatic smile. “Yeah yeah, just don’t make it a habit.” She teased tossing the folder onto her desk, lowering herself into her cushy office chair. “So this mission, what are doing doing?” she began, reaching for the folder as he implants synced with the holoprojectors mounted in her desk. He intercepted her movements first. Before she could open the file he put his hand on top, a look of concern on his face. “Before that…” he began somewhat hesitantly. “Are you… doing okay?” he asked. The gesture of sympathy caught her by surprise. Of course they had a close working relationship but in the office he had always kept her at an arm’s reach. Analyzing his facial expressions with her implant she looked him over for ulterior motives; concern, unease, apprehension… amusement followed by a long list of potential false positives. ‘Fucking asshole would be amused by the situation’ but perhaps that was a little harsh she thought. Likely he was doing the exact same thing, scanning her reaction. Fuck it was tempting, to just talk about what had been happening lately. It seemed he was genuinely concerned, her only worry was as her boss he might take anything she said to the medical department. “Look you don’t have to tell me anything… I just know a lot of weird stuff has been going on the past few weeks… not specifically with you I mean” He said using an innocuous euphemism. She had a feeling she knew exactly what he meant by weird stuff. She took a large bite out of one of the pastries mulling it over. He was the closest thing to a friend she had in PrivSec. It was weird, everyone seemed to at least on some level know that something was wrong… but no one was talking about it probably too embarrassed to be the first to say something. It was easier to just carry on and pretend everything was normal despite a few extra loads of laundry. Even the few times she did a quick search of the net there were no hits leaving her thinking she was the only one suffering such issues or it was just all in her head. The raven haired agent looked at him, washing down the pastry with a gulp of coffee She set the cup of aromatic caffeinated liquid down staring at it for a moment before returning her gaze to his. Narrowing her eyes she pointed at him “This doesn’t leave this room and so help me god if you laugh… I’ve already shot one person today.” She threatened with a menacing tone. He shook his head giving her a look “Who am I going to tell?” he casually brushed away her concerns. Emelie rubbed her face with her hands massaging her temples. “I’m doing… well not exactly bad but…” she began, pausing as her cheeks started to blush red with embarrassment. “Have you noticed all those stupid adverts from the PharmaTek subdivisions?” she said, seeming to suddenly nonsequitor to another topic. He gave her a confused look before it clicked. “Sort of… not really though. So much of those ads are targeted by implant id.” He said, having a vague idea of what she was talking about. “I thought it was crazy… I mean they look like baby diapers with those prints and everything. I thought what kind of self respecting woman would wear -that-.” She continued, slowly getting back to her point. “One of those bangers I ran into this morning. She was wearing one… totally pissed herself.” She said before he interjected. “Well… you did gun down her running partner in front of her with that hand cannon of yours.” He said with a chuckle which earned him a sharp look. “And I held it to her neck but that’s not the point. Sorry… I’m rambling a bit.” She said shaking her head using the momentary silence to take another bite of her pastry. “I started wetting the bed…” she finally forced herself to admit. “You… what?” he said blankly, blinking a few times. “You heard me dick, don’t make me repeat it!” She said feeling a mix of embarrassment and relief. “Once last week… and now three nights in a row.” She elaborated with a sheepish tone. It was what he had asked about but hearing it actually come from her mouth just made it seem even more outlandish. His mouth hung open slightly. “I see.” He said pensively, quickly composing himself. “Yeah… and I’ve had a few close calls during the day.” She said, the concern evident in her voice. “This morning?” he asked. She shook her head. “Not quite, close but I could have held it. I just didn’t want to risk it.” “Understandable… it could be worse though.” He said which earned him another sharp look. “How…” she said bluntly. He scratched the perfectly trimmed stubble along his square cut jaw. “I’m not going to tell you her name but another of the block managers she shit herself. Right in the middle of the Weekly Operation report meeting.” He said bluntly. Her eyes widened. “No…” she said in disbelief. “Yes… she was just sitting there fiddling with her pen taking some notes and I see her just go white as a sheet and then I heard it… and smelled it. She was shocked. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone run so fast out of one of those meetings.” He said with a chuckle. “It’s not funny!” she barked at him. “Sorry sorry.” He said defensively. “It’s not even just the bathroom issues… I’ve been so hungry lately!” she exclaimed, finishing the first pastry as if to reinforce what she’d said. “and the crying… uhg sometimes I can just feel tears starting for no reason. I just… I don’t know what I’m going to do if… this gets worse.” She confided with him. “and before you say anything I have seen a doctor. He said it was probably just stress. Which is bullshit and you know it. That’s just code for I have no idea.” She said with a wry laugh. “Now can I laugh?” he asked which brought a smile to her face. “I’ll allow it.” She said with a dismissive wave of her hand. “Well for what it’s worth I don’t think you’re alone with whatever is going on.” He said doing his best to be comforting. “That’s what I thought but… the few times I searched the net I couldn’t find anything but ads for Huggies and Pampers.” She said with an irritated shake of her head. “I mean… couldn’t they at least make them without those stupid cutesy prints!” she said. He gave her a confused look. “Nevermind…” she said embarrassed that she even knew what they looked like. “I also wanted to let you know you’ve got a mandatory physical eval today. I think it’s concerning what’s been going around all the women do. They started with the grunts earlier. I only heard about it today…” he said. She let out a pensive ‘hmm’ and opened up her messages on the holoprojector waving her hand to scroll through before seeing the invite. “Yeah… right here I’m scheduled for 9.” She said with a sigh taking another sip of coffee already eyeing her second pastry. “Thanks…” she said glancing away shyly. “But… if it’s all the same I’ve had enough talking about how I’m pissing my pants and let’s just brief me on mission details before my appointment.” Em said, getting down to business as she plucked a morsel of sweet dough from the delicious breakfast bread. “Right, of course.” He said, opening the folder revealing the papers contained within. “Client’s an ultralux which you probably already guessed.” He began, she nodded and let him continue as she worked on finishing breakfast. “Classic story, spoiled daughter gets it in her head that she wants some excitement, comes down ground level.” He covered spreading out the files on her desk. Pictures of the target, the client and her last known location. “Classic story indeed, can I guess how it ends?” she asked taking a good look at the pictures. “By all means.” He said with a gesture of his hand. “Goes to the club scenes, parties her brains out high of everything from Ozone to every Serum remix available and ends up locked in some guys basement. Now he’s trying to ransom her to daddy. How’d I do?” she asked looking up with a smirk. “Close, I’ll give you a B minus.” He joked. “First, ‘some guy’ happens to be Division Ruin. Serious players in the valley they run some serious combat grade hardware. DR management are ex higher ups from different arms manufacturers and second… we don’t think she knows she’s being ransomed. From what we can tell they’re treating her pretty good meaning…” he paused. “Once Daddy pays they’re just going to kill her.” She answered in his stead. “exactly… and third he’s an investor. So he’s given us a timetable and it’s how should we say… short.” He continued. Emelie frowned, she kicked herself for coming in late today. “On the upside Priority B means close air support if you request it and some pretty choice hardware if you want to go in loud. “I would say this kind of mission is begging for some creative infil, getting close to the higher ups and convince the target to walk right out but I don’t know that you have the time for that but… anyway like I said. Parameters are up to you, keep in mind we do have an asset in DR so try not to kill too many people. She sighed and nodded. “We’ll figure it out and get back Daddy’s little princess in one piece.” The two talked for an hour and change covering the layout of the surrounding area, strength and size of DR forces, security measures, equipment options, tactical approaches and everything else they could fit into the hour before her appointment. She ushered him out of her office so she could maybe get some answers about what was going on. The medical wing was decent walk away from her office. Wing was really more of an understatement as the PrivSec building also housed what amounted to a private hospital. “Examination room FF” she said aloud glancing over her shoulder as a bookish looking operative walked past her leaving one of the rooms on the opposite side of the hall her cheeks blushed with embarrassment. “Welcome Ms. Blackstar.” A chipper female voice called out as she opened the door and quickly shut it behind her. “Mm” she nodded. “Please, go ahead and fill out this questionnaire and then undress.” The shorter woman said. She seemed too happy for this kind of meeting probably just trying to be friendly but Emelie didn’t like her. “Right.” She responded curtly, having to remind herself that the doctor was just trying to help. Had she received any implants and been administered with the new Serum5, had she experienced any increase in appetite, increase in needing to use the restroom… and at the very bottom of the list bouts of incontinence… It was a clean sweep, a yes to every question though she felt the defensive need to clarify with the qualifiers to downplay the severity. “If I could just elaborate on some of these questions…” she asked but the woman shook her head offering a friendly smile. “Oh no that’s not necessary we appreciate your honesty and it only helps us help you!” she said taking the clipboard allowing the woman to undress. Wanting to finish as soon as possible she did as asked carefully setting her shoes aside before slipping out of her pants. Her jacket and shirt followed suit and soon she was standing there in just her light satin panties with an elegant trimming of lace along with a matching bra. “Oh, completely naked please.” The woman asked when she turned around now holding an instrument in her hand. “I’m going to sync with your implants to check your vitals if you’ll open your firewall to device ID 72fc444A.” she said continuing with that irritatingly chipper tone of voice. She sighed again thankful that the small leak from earlier had dried by now as she hooked her thumbs into her waistband and tugged her panties down her long toned thighs. Unhooking her bra shortly thereafter she stood, entirely nude in front of the woman her impressive physique on display. “Go ahead Doc, you should be able to sync now.” She said, folding her arms over her chest. “Thank you, this shouldn’t take long.” She said humming to herself as she waved the device around looking at the screen and then poked and prodded at the woman’s body. “Odd…” she noted as she went about her work. “You haven’t felt drowsy or light headed lately?” she asked idly. “No… why?” Emelie asked, her voice tinged with concern. “Well your average resting heartrate has decreased by approximately 5 beats per minute to 49 or so. Exercising more?” She commented keeping as professional as ever. Emelie just shook her head and let the woman continue. Her impressive physique was enhanced by her implants. Lengthy fibrous metal cables ran the length of her spine and branched off into the major muscle groups in her arms, legs and even into her core. The Apollyon module implanted in the base of her spine helped enhance strength through muscle density and endurance by helping the body filter out lactic acid more quickly. With an elaborate suite of sensors it was also the module the doctor was currently accessing her vital information with. “Well you’re as fit as ever.” She said making a note on the medical device. The woman stood just barely above chest height eye to eye with Emelie’s generous c cup chest. “Let me just check.” She said to herself, setting the device down and reaching out practically jabbing her freezing cold fingers against the woman’s abdomen. Her stomach showed just the faintest hint of musculature underneath a layer of supple pale skin. She flinched, grunting in surprise at the sudden sensation of the woman’s fingers jabbing against her stomach and bladder. Even worse she could feel a spasm, a sudden tickle against her nethers and then a warm rivulet of liquid running down the back of her thigh. ‘Fuck!’ she thought to herself praying the woman didn’t notice. Discussing the issues was one thing but… dribbling down her legs in front of her… that was too much! “Nng” she let out an audible groan as the woman’s fingers dug in a little harder kneading around putting more pressure on her abdomen. “My apologies for any discomfort.” She said continuing to strain and pressure her lower muscles. Her bladder spasmed again and she felt another warm gush of urine run down her legs dribbling onto the floor. “Enough of that!” she exclaimed smacking at the woman’s hand, cheeks burning bright red at having just peed in front of her. It wasn’t much but still, she was mortified! “That should conclude my examination. Thank you for your cooperation Ms. Blackstar.” The woman said. “You may use the towel on the wall to clean up.” She said as if she had been expecting her to urinate all over herself. “You performed exceedingly well and I must say I’m jealous of how you held it together when I pressure your sphincter muscles.” She spoke as the blushing woman toweled legs off. “I’ll get down to brass tax. Though we have no definite information evidence points to a unique interplay between Serum5 and our female physiology. You’re not the only one experience these symptoms an increase in urge incontinence, increased appetite and a mix of others as I am sure you are aware. Oh before you redress…” she said, stopping her just as her panties began to crest her thighs. “I have a sample for you.” She said opening a drawer tugging out a small wrapped package. “The latest in discrete incon wear. The Poise Guardian pad or if you’d prefer I have more absorbent options.” She said still keeping that same chipper tone of voice that was really beginning to irritate her. She was tempted to slap the damn thing from her hand! She needed a medical solution not a diaper! “Are you fucking kidding me!?” she finally snapped. The smaller woman recoiled slightly but stood her ground. “I understand you are frustrated but this is only a temporary solution until a more permanent course of action is presented.” She asserted. “I’m a grown woman! I’m not a child! I don’t need to go fucking traipsing around in a diaper!” she fumed. “This is ridiculous!” she continued, having lost her temper. “This isn’t a diaper!” she protested. After her little eruption the two stood silently, Emelie weighing her options. It was official… she had a problem but this… it seemed so extreme. So she had a few close calls… did she really need to resort to… this? Accepting it just felt like admitting to her weakness but at the same time… it seemed like the smart choice.
  13. Ghostblade913

    The space opera of Omorashi

    Hello hello. I’ve decided to take a break from Magical girl Tina the Omorashi Girl And I’ve decided I want to make an interactive. A space opera with romance, danger, aliens, and references. So first before we start the story, how about the characters? I think our space crew should have 3 members; the scientist, the weapon expert, and our captain. Choose their appearance and maybe add a snippet of what their personality is like and we can get this interactive started. Ill choose whatever gets the most votes in whatever amount of time it takes to get this story on the road Thank you and stay thirsty my friends *basic outline I kinda wanna see* Scientist weapon expert captain (captain is main character btw) male/female I need at least one male on female (no male omo though) human/alien (describe alien species please) hair color eye color skin color height build clothing (something spacey please) snippet of personality their personality (can even clash with their role if wanted ) extra details on appearance
  14. Well, this one came to mind, and is, now that I think about it, the third time I used a teapot in my preschool as a makeshift toilet. I feel sorry for that teapot, but well, when you gotta go, plus it doesn't have feelings. My morning started off fairly usual. Wake up in bed at around 5 or so. I quietly played some video games, barely caring about the condition of my diaper as part of me was still asleep. After my mom woke up, she gave me my breakfast, which was oatmeal and a bottle of milk. After that, my mom changed me out of my used night diaper, and into a fresh one, before getting me dressed for the day. As it was a bit on the warmer side, today I was dressed in a pair of a shorts and a T-shirt. The shorts had a garter, and could easily be tugged on and off, whether to use the bathroom, or to change my diaper, etc. Well, we arrived a bit early to the preschool, about five or so minutes. With that little extra time, my mom took me to the YMCA lobby's bathroom (the lobby area was pretty damn big, and seemed even bigger to my 5 year old self), to try and go. I still wasn't yet comfortable with the bathrooms at the YMCA, having barely used them for their intended purposes (If I didn't use the toilet, I'd at least pretend to) After a moment of sitting on the toilet, and only a tiny dribble of pee coming out, my mom rediapered me, and asked if I could try and use the bathroom while I was there, to which I said that I would try. After my mom dropped me off, I greeted the teacher, who, as I did not know her name, let's call her Mrs. Winters. She was a woman in, at least, her late twenties. She had two aides, one a bit older, the other around the same age, and began doing some arts and crafts. While I was doodling a picture with some crayons, I felt a familiar pressure building up, well, two pressures. I got up, and went over to a little Playskool house. Once inside, I slid my shorts down, and undid my diaper. In my five year old mind, I guessed this would help me in keeping up with what my mom had asked of me, and because this was the only diaper I had brought with me. Stashing it under one of the chairs, I fixed my shorts, and headed back out. A little while after, I began feeling a tad bit desperate. Even though I was quite potty trained by that point, my muscles were still developing. As I was doing some arts and crafts once more, I began holding my crotch with one hand, the other holding the crayon, while I pressed my butt into the colorful plastic seat, to try and keep both my bladder and bowels in check. I spurted out a bit, warming my hand a tad, as my bladder spasmed a bit. Getting up, and now walking swiftly, but cautiously, trying to avoid unloading into my shorts (At least in view of everyone.), I began looking for either a quiet place to fill my shorts, or a place to go in. I knew I wouldn't make it to the bathroom (Which were on the other end of the room for me, and again, wasn't yet comfortable with non-home bathrooms yet, at least not when my mom or the like wasn't around), and even if I could make it back to the Playskool play house, I don't think I would have been able to hold it in to fully put my diaper on. That is when I saw it. Sitting on a shelf, I grabbed the well worn tea pot, and set it down. Making sure no one was looking, I tugged my shorts down, just enough to go, plopped down, and used it as a makeshift toilet. Satisfied, I closed the lid, and set it aside. That done, I went back to the Playskool playhouse, and rediapered myself. And now, even though its past, a Halloween wetting. Now this occurred in first grade. I was going as Tuxedo Mask, from Sailor Moon. Or rather, a makeshift Tuxedo Mask costume out of what my mom and I could find around the house. Well anyway, this little incident occured around the time of the costume parade. Basically, the classes would make a sort of square in the courtyard, and each class of the eight grades, so about 16 classes in total, would walk around the square for a minute or two, showing off their costumes to the rest of the school. Anyway, as my class was one of the firsts to get let out for this, we had to wait for the other, like, twelve or so classes to get into the circle. It was during this time that I felt a twinge in my bladder, but put it off. As my class was started the walk about, my need to pee rose. Letting go, I miscalculated how much I needed to pee, and my Pull-Up leaked a bit. Not too noticeable, but enough that it trailed down my legs a bit
  15. Hello everybody, this is a medium-length story that I've been working on recently. After having a discussion with a few people in Dimwitrolo's Discord server, I received a few ideas for a story that is based off of a haunted house experience that I had last weekend. I do hope you guys like it and if you have any constructive criticism or comments, then please let me know. Enjoy! *** 1 Angel furrowed her brow as she stared agonizingly at the computer screen in front of her. She’d already wasted most of the evening looking for something fun to do with her girlfriend, Kate, for Halloween, but had failed to find anything good in their area. There were a few haunted houses a good twenty to fifty miles away from their hometown, but the two of them had already been to those places so many times, that they weren’t quite as interesting as they used to be. With an irritated sigh, she ran her hand through her shoulder-length, red hair. “I just don’t know…” Since she was all alone in their apartment, it had been a while since she’d heard the sound of her own squeaky voice. After having spent so much time sitting in the dark, trying to make plans for Kate’s favorite holiday, while she was at work, it was nice to hear it again. Her gorgeous green eyes were starting to burn from staring at the screen in front of her for so long, so she closed them for a couple minutes, as she thought, My god, I’m stressing myself out over nothing! I know Kate wants to do something fun on Halloween, but it’s only four days away… After resting her eyes for a little bit, she at last opened them again and glanced back at the screen in front of her. “I guess we should have planned something sooner, hmm?” For the past month, both she and Kate had been attending college, while working at their own separate jobs, which had prevented either of them from doing the very thing she asked of herself. Even though they had both been fortunate enough to get time off, so they could spend time together on that holiday, they had no plans for it. “We could always just lay in bed and cuddle,” she said aloud, as a faint smirk appeared on her face. “There are certainly worse ways to spend our time on Halloween…” With that idea now in her head, she felt like she was ready to give up on her search, but that was when she suddenly received a call. Her phone began to vibrate, instantly catching her attention. She snatched it up off of the desk in front of her and took a look to see who was calling. It was Kate. Angel’s eyes lit up as she answered the phone, happy to hear the sound of her lover’s voice. “Hey Kate, how’s it going?” Kate’s voice was a little deeper than hers and it always carried with it a confident, almost authoritative tone, which she absolutely adored. “How’s my little angel doing?” she asked. “I’m finally heading home and I just can’t wait to see you. It’s been a long day…” Angel raised an eyebrow. “Rough day at the diner?” Kate replied, “Oh yeah… So, about Halloween… I know you’ve been working so hard to find something fun for us to do, but Candice told me about a different kind of haunted house. It sounds interesting, to say the least.” Candice was a friend that the two of them had in common, who they have known for several years. The three of them had gone to school together, as teenagers, and remained good friends all the way into adulthood. Angel had always found her very interesting, despite having a stronger attraction to Kate. Even though the three of them had a few kinks in common, there has always been one that has set Candice apart. She has always had an unusual interest in holding her pee, which has resulted in some very public, desperate situations, any time she managed to outdo herself. “Oh really?” Angel asked. “What kind is it?” Kate chuckled. “It’s a fetishy haunted house.” Now Angel was very interested in this place. “What kind of fetish?” Never in a million years would she have expected what Kate had to say next. “It’s an Omorashi house!” The very idea that such a fetish could be mixed together with the horror theme of a traditional haunted house, sounded so incredibly bizarre, that Angel just couldn’t help but laugh. “I’ve never heard of such a thing.” “I’ll tell you more about it when I get there,” Kate said. “I’ll see you in a few, my little angel.” “See you in a few,” Angel said in return, before they both hung up their phones. Once their conversation was over, she found herself wondering where this place was and how they were supposed to get there. She wondered if the attraction was run by the members of one of the groups Candice was a part of, on Fetworld, a kinkster’s online paradise, of which the three of them were all members. Even though Angel wasn’t necessarily into Omorashi, she at least found it interesting, so she just couldn’t wait to learn more.
  16. Unbeknownst

    Games Within Games

    Author’s Note: tl;dr Ya can’t get rid of me that easily. Once upon a time, I was an aspiring author on this site. I started many a project only to have it die through no fault of its own, entirely my own. All of my projects have fallen prey to an unsteady work schedule, distractions, and personal feelings of inadequacy and dissatisfaction. Now however, my work schedule has settled, the time consuming process of creating the scripts for High Tide is over, and reviving my fiction on Royal Road is basically done. I have decided to once again take up the sword. … I mean the pen. … or is it cursor? Regardless, from the not so brilliant mind that brought you nothing worth mentioning whatsoever, I present to you yet another forgettable work. Comments/complaints/suggestion are welcome and as always: Enjoy. Games Within Games Chapter I: On The Way Home Sonata grinned happily as she held onto her package. The cardboard box was clearly too large for the newly turned thirteen year old to hold properly, but she wouldn’t give it to anyone else. She would have skipped if not for the fact it would upset her precarious grasp on the box. As it were, her long caramel colored hair danced with the slight bounce in her step. “Curb,” warned her twin sister Moxie as they exited the mall and stepped into the parking lot. Although the two girls were practically identical in height and build, that was were the similarities ended. Sonata had green eyes while Moxie’s were hazel. Sonata liked to wear her long caramel hair loose and Moxie always tied her honey colored hair in a ponytail. Sonata preferred wearing cheap designer knock-offs whereas Moxie couldn’t be bothered to care and just bought things similar to what Sonata chose. Today Sonata was wearing a t-shirt and jeans while Moxie wore a sport jacket and mini skirt. Moxie was acting as Sonata’s eyes since she couldn’t see below the box. Their father, Ted followed behind them carrying Moxie’s box. A fairly handsome man with blond hair and blue eyes, Ted often joked that he clearly couldn’t possibly be their father since neither of his daughters had inherited his hair or eye color. “Thanks Sis.” Sonata carefully stepped down the curb and hurried to the family’s sedan. After depositing the purchases in the trunk. Everyone piled into the car and they left. “I can’t wait!” Sonata threw her hands in the air, accidentally hitting the roof of the car. She glanced towards her sister who was watching her antics in quiet amusement. “Come on, I know you’re excited too.” “Of course I am.” Moxie grinned. The grin faded from her face as the car pulled to a halt. “Oh dear.” “That’s a lot of traffic.” Sonata’s enthusiasm faded bit as her hands fell. “Rats. I wanted to make my character today too.” “You have to wait for tomorrow. Mom and I have guidelines to set for you two first.” “Oh yeah, you told us that earlier didn’t you?” Sonata giggled. “My bad, I forgot.” Stop. Go. Stop. Go. Traffic was making progress, just not very much. At all. “Squirrel.” “Locust.” “Tarantula.” “...Aardvark’s already been said, right?” “Yup. “What about Anteater?” “That too.” “Ant?” “Yup.” “Uh… alright fine, you got me.” Moxie bowed out of the game. The rules for the game were simple. Each player had to think of an animal that started with same letter as the last letter of the previous and no animal could be repeated. “Arowana.” “Archerfish.” “Horsefly.” Sonata and Ted continued back and forth for another several minutes before Ted gave up trying to think up an animal that started with ‘x’. “You’re too good,” sighed Moxie. Sonata just nodded smugly. But as the glow of her victory faded, she realized something. Back when they were still at the mall she first noticed the slight urges to use the restroom. With the mall being a mere forty-five minute drive away she’d opted to wait until they got home rather than deal with the unpleasantness of the one at the mall. But here they were half an hour later still only a couple car lengths past the freeway entry ramp stuck in a sea of cars. She shifted uncomfortably and looked at the cars in front hoping for some hint of the gridlock breaking. “How long do you think it will be until we get home?” The asker was not Sonata but Moxie from her position leaning against the door, resting her head against the cool glass of the window. “Dunno,” replied Ted. “I’ve never seen such bad traffic. Must be an accident or something.” “Oh.” “Why? Something the matter?” “No...not really.” Time and the car crept along in equal measure as if moving through molasses. As the pressure behind the waistband of Sonata’s jeans steadily increased, she found herself asking the question of whether she really could wait until they got home or not. Better to be safe than sorry. “Do you think we can stop somewhere? I kinda have to use the restroom.” “I was thinking trying surface streets anyways,” confessed Ted. “Might be faster. I’ll find some place after we get off the freeway.” “Thanks.” Getting off the freeway turned out to be more of a project than any of them were expecting. Sonata’s clenched fist drummed against the window frame as she pressed her thighs together. Where was the darn exit already?! “Dad, please hurry.” Moxie crossed her legs pressing back into the seat. “You know I can’t honey, what’s wrong?” “I really need to use the restroom.” Moxie took deep breaths as she bounced her knees up and down. “Why didn’t you go at the mall?” “I didn’t need to go then.” All this talk of the restroom wasn’t helping Sonata at all. Her need seemed to spike in intensity and she clenched her muscles until it subsided somewhat. She rubbed her thighs together. Hopefully they would find something soon. But soon wouldn’t come soon enough. Moxie gasped and pressed a hand between her legs. The exit was in sight. They’d only have to last until they got off the freeway and found some place to stop. After a couple seconds Moxie removed her hand. Sonata shot her a sympathetic glance. A short while later the hand was back again, Moxie squirming in the seat panting. “I c-I can’t hold it!” she squeaked out. “Please, just pull over!” “Here?” “Anywhere!” “There’s not enough room on the shoulder.” Moxie choked back a sob. She needed to keep waiting even though she couldn’t. Her entire body shook with exertion. Her skirt was hiked up exposing her white underwear as she used both hands to fight back against the impending flood. “You can do it, sis.” Sonata kicked off a shoe and hoisted her foot onto the seat so that she could sit on her heel. She leaned over and rubbed her sister’s back pretending not to notice the tears gathering in Moxie’s eyes. “I can’t!” Moxie hissed back quietly. “Sonata, even if we find somewhere I don’t think I can stand up.” “Well just… try your best, I guess.” Sonata pressed against her heel hard as her need spiked again. With shaking fingers she undid her jeans and that seemed to take the edge off the intensity, at least a tiny bit. By some miracle they managed to make it onto the exit ramp. The sharp sound of liquid hitting leather filled the car as despite Moxie’s best efforts she lost a spurt. She clenched everything she possibly could, eyes squeezed shut. With monumental willpower she managed to clamp down on the sudden outflow and regain some semblance of control. The cost was more than Moxie realized. More than her now wet underwear, skirt, bottom, and hands. Across the row Sonata’s need reached a new peak as she was forced to listen. Her body reacted sympathetically, intent on ridding itself of its own liquids. Sonata bit down on her lip as she finally joined Moxie in bracing her tired muscles using her hand. The car pulled into a gas station, and both girls immediately piled out. Moxie lost control again as she stepped onto the pavement. She bobbed and danced rivulets of urine trailing down her legs as she grimly held the leaking to a slow steady stream for a few more seconds before being overpowered. She covered her face in shame as urine flowed freely soaking her socks, shoes, and creating a huge puddle. The only bright side was that she had spared the car seat… mostly. Sonata didn’t pay any mind to Moxie focused instead on getting herself to a restroom before she too suffered a most embarrassing fate. She barged into the gas station’s convenience store holding her herself. Blushing furiously she asked the attendant between curtsies where the restroom was and promised to buy something. The attendant pointed off in a direction and Sonata ran like mad. A few minutes later a very much relieved but still very embarrassed Sonata emerged and purchased a small snack before returning to the car. Moxie mopped up everything as best she could with a freshly purchased package of napkins and they set off again. Sonata offered Moxie a gummy bear and she accepted gratefully.
  17. Good morning peeps, I was surfing the web last night, as one does, when I came upon a glorious and somewhat lengthy desperation and wetting video on Vk. This woman is gorgeous, and she pee dances like a goddess. It’s just an all around great video! As far as I know this video is uncopyrighted, and independently produced. If it’s in any way copyrighted, or just generally appropriate to share on here because, well, it’s from Vk, please let me know so I can reach out to a moderator 😅 otherwise, enjoy! And please, feel free to rip this because I have no idea how to do that! https://m.vk.com/video-165109014_456239270
  18. Well folks this is my first wetting video and I hope you enjoy it. Feedback is appreciated. Warning: Partial Nudity Video: bit.ly/1V6qFGv I briefly documented this hold yesterday while I was snowed in. You can read that too if you feel so inclined. https://omorashi.org/topic/29833-a-desperate-snow-day/
  19. jeanvaljean

    My public wetting

    As I've said, I am not much of a wetter and I also don't enjoy posting much about my personal experiences, but I guess I shall give it a go and share one of my experiences with you. If you would like to know, I am writing this in the uni's library, right next to a girl that seems to be reading about the effect of caffeine on the central nervous system. Hope she can't read what I'm writing here :P. As a disclaimer, I want to let you know that the descriptions here might get quite vivid, detailed and some strong language will probably be involved. Read only if you think you can handle some kinky :P Getting to the main idea, this episode happened around August last year, so more than half a year ago. It happened at around 12:30-1:00 in the night, so eventhough it was outdoor, in my neighbourhood, I can't really say it's properly public as I haven't met any people on the streets. So, the intro would be that I was out with some mates in town, we went for some casual drinks, as it was one of them's birthday. Nothing fancy (I got him a tie as a present), so the main drinks we had were beers and a few shots. I don't recall if I went to the toilet during the evening, but after probably at least 4 beers (so that gives you aroud 2 litres of liquid, plus the diuretic effect of the alcohol in the beers and shots we had), I was definitely feeling it. Actually, I was desperate. Anyway, having fun, chatting and laughing and everything, I kept postponing it until I actually had to leave. I had to catch the last bus so I had to hurry, no time to wait in queue for the loo, which was quite long at that time. So I figuered I can hold it until home, and I could have if... I got on the bus (which, incredibly, was not late) and after about a 25 minutes journey I was in my neighbourhood. Just to add, my desperation was increasing by the minute and I was absolutely bursting, I though I am going to spurt a few times during the bus journey, but I managed to hold it until I got off. Of course I was grabbing everything, probably sweating a bit, legs shaking, the whole lot. Imagine a guy at the back of your bus doing that, hmm quite uncofortable situation I'd say... Being an omo fan, however, my desperation turned me on big time and thus I got quite a crazy idea. Instead of heading home, as I could still hold for at least 5 minutes to relieve myself in the toilet like a regular bloke or even go behing a bush or a tree on my way home, I decided to hold it until it will absolutely force its way out and I cannot do anything about it. So the thing I did was to start walking through the streets, I went to a park near my place, then back on the streets, getting farther and farther away from the toilet that I was so much needing. The idea of doing it on purpose, but still being an accident, as I will hold until it will come out on its own, turned me on very much. The huge hard on I had made it quite difficult to walk, I think more than the incredible need to pee. It was definitely noticeable. As I am a dom, knowing I am making someone wet by my personal decisions, even though that someone was actually myself :P also contributed to the immense arousal I was experiencing. Anyway, I guess you would still like to know if I wet myself or not... Long story short, I did wet myself and it was one massive flood, probably one of the biggest wettings I've ever done and keep in mind that I have a pretty impressive bladder capacity anyway. After I guess around 20ish minutes of walking around and holding, while I was holding my erect cock through my jeans, walking slowly, having to stop every 2-3 minutes. I think this one was one of my biggest desperation episodes as well, as I was also crossing my legs and kinda pee dancing/wiggling when I was having a stop from walking, two things that had never seem to help me when I'm desperate and which I haven't done before. As I was saying earlier there were no spurts involved, so you can correctly guess that all the pee came out all of a sudden, like a torrent of warm, wet desperation. I was so bursting for a pee, that I felt like I was peeing the desperation itself, getting it out of my system (I am quite metaphorical, I know), the relief was that incredible. I felt it coming and I couldn't do anything about it. I felt the bladder sphincter opening and a powerful stream soonly soaked the boxer briefs I was wearing; light grey in colour if I recall corectly. They were no barrier for the stream of pee and my slim fit blue jeans started to show the wetness immediately. A very interesting aspect, which turned me on even more, is the fact that you could actually hear me wet, there was this incredible hissing sound coming from inside my jeans which almost made me cum on the spot. As I was peeing so forcefully, everything happened almost at the same time, so by the moment I realized my crotch is soaked, the pee and wetness already went down my legs and started pouring on the asphalt. An evergrowing puddle started forming and I think I stood there wetting myself like a schoolboy for at least a minute continuously. My socks got soaked, as well as my sneakers, which I had just washed a couple of days before and so I have to give them a wash again... They were some hightop nike's and the socks were white ankle socks. I know everybody here likes to describe their wet pattern, but there's not much to say about that in my case as I think everything got soaked almost entirely. My jeans were drenched even on the back of the legs (I have no idea how that happened) and I actually had to drain the pee out of my sneakers before heading home as they were making a funny squeeshy noise :P Being cheeky, of course I couldn't wait until I got home to rub my throbbing cock, so I was actually rubbing it as I was casually walking home in my soaked jeans. I came in my boxers while I was walking and after reching home I stayed for another couple of minutes starring at my masterpiece in the mirror. I was like 'fuck me, right'! Afterwards, I jumped in the shower and put the clothes in the wash. It was an insane experience, so much fun and definitely more than enjoyable. So that's about it! By writting this story and recalling everything, I actually got quite turned on now and I think it does show a bit, as I'm wearing some smart, slim-ish pants at the moment. And keep in mind I'm in the library :P I hope you enjoyed me telling you about my personal adventure as much as I enjoyed actually doing it! And, of course, thank you for reading! If you wish to make any comments, feel free and remember this is the first experience I have ever shared on a forum!
  20. Dimwitrolo

    Fem Scout

    From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    Drinking too much bonk on the battlefield leads to embarrassing moments. Still not quite as embarrassing as wearing a gibus though. Alt version without Hat, gloves, shoes & socks is available on request. Alt version without any clothes is available on Patreon.
  21. If you guys want more let me know :$ trim.hRDfhV.MOV
  22. About this - This story is a sequel to Uncomfortable Decisions. Give that a read if you haven't already! If you're short on time though, this story should make sense as a standalone. Even though it continues exactly where the previous one ended, I have kept the references to a minimum 🙂 ----------------------------------------------- While Mary was contemplating the pleasures of a long denied wee, her smart watch beeped to let her know Josh would be there to pick her up in 15minutes.Well, she certainly didn't want her boyfriend to enter that labyrinth of a parking lot. It would take them forever to get in and out in this Friday evening crowd. She had told him she'll meet him outside if she could. Dammit. She still had to get rid of her "coffee". She was cutting this close.Cursing silently she willed her flow to stop. She felt empty, but pee was still trickling out of her poor over tired bladder. After another 30s or so, she just cut it off and started wiping. As much as she wanted to finish this properly, she wanted to meet her boyfriend before he entered that lot and they were stuck forever. And, if she was honest, the thought of keeping a full bladder under control, again, was not unexciting. They were planning to stop for food soon anyway, she could finish up there. Or not. "We'll see how it goes", she murmured to herself while buttoning her jeans back, without any trouble this time. She hurriedly washed her hands and left to dispose her trash......Josh was hoping Mary wouldn't be waiting for him on the road. See, the thing is, when he was leaving office, the gents was closed for cleaning. He didn't really need to pee, not too bad anyway, so he left without bothering to wait. (I mean, since when do grown men queue outside toilets?)But now that he thought back to it, he hadn't peed since his lunch break. Which was at 1. And it was nearly 5 now; between his regular diet sodas, coffee and waters, he probably had about a litre and half of liquids sloshing inside him. He still wasn't desperate or anything, he could control his needs as long as he needed to, thank you very much. But a pee would have been damn nice. Like stretching to your full height after being cramped in an economy class flight seat for hours.He was hoping he could use the toilets in Mary's office or reception. In fact, he was positively looking forward to it. No, he didn't need to pee per se, he could wait until convenient, he was an adult with a large bladder capacity. But he really really would have liked to.Which is why he had to stifle a groan when he saw Mary standing beside the road, ready to go. He pressed his thighs together as he lent over to open the passenger door. Oh well, they would stop for food soon - that'll have to do. He wished he wasn't driving - keeping his thighs together and crossing his ankles felt nice. But he was a full grown adult - he wasn't a slave to his bladder. The situation was under control; they'll be in the cafe in no time at all. He'll be just fine. He kissed Mary hello and started driving while keeping his thighs as close together as possible. His bladder protested the further wait by pounding within his abdomen, but he refused to give in and ask Mary to drive. He was in control, not his bladder. As they fell in to an easy conversation, he managed to almost forget the building pressure against his pee-hole. ---------------------------------------------- Author's Note - I know this chapter is short, and contains no desperation. It'll get better, I promise 🙂 But I wanted to put something out there - it is too easy to procrastinate with writing unless I have something out here, and getting feedback ...