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  1. I'm going to share my most desperate experience ever. This was almost 10 years ago, when I was about 19. One Friday, I figured it was a good day to do a measuring hold. I had the house to myself for the better part of the day, so it was the perfect time to do this. The premise was simple, hold it for absolutely as long as I possibly could, then pee into a large bottle and measure. Normally, when doing a hold I usually just held it until it was painful, then went, and by this time I could do this without much fuss. This time I intended to push myself to the point of wetting myself, except I would be prepared with a bottle when the time came. I planned this for a Friday, as I knew from prior experience that my bladder would go on strike for the next couple of days afterwards, especially pushing it as far as I intended to. I planned on wearing a Goodnite for this. Despite the fact that they were utterly worthless at holding my full bladder, I still liked the look of them, as I had for 4 years running now. After drinking a considerable amount of water over the course of an hour and a half, I went to the store to buy a new pack of Goodnites. Right before I got to the store, I was at a 5/10. Then suddenly it increased to a 7/10 and I had a very large spurt in my diaper before I could stop it. Intrigued, I thought there was no way all that water could have made me that desperate just yet. I figured I probably should have emptied myself before I started (my urges seem stronger the more concentrated my urine is), so when I got to the store, I went to the nice, private bathroom, let the rest out, and threw my used Goodnite away. I arrived back home with a new pack, and was at a 6/10 or so, so the water was now going through me. I put another diaper on, started working on my computer, mass organizing my files to keep myself busy, as I kept drinking to become fuller, until I had drunk roughly 50 ounces worth. Over the next half hour, I became increasingly desperate, held myself, squirmed around and crossed my legs, until finally I was at a 8/10 when I could no longer concentrate on my organization efforts half an hour later. I prepared my bottle, a 32 ounce Gatorade bottle, taking the cap off and putting it on the bathroom sink, but kept holding. I also set several thick towels on the floor from the door to the bathtub, just in case I was leaking when I went to measure in the bathtub. I was now holding myself occasionally, pacing, crossing my legs. I was desperate. I had to bend over a little to take some pressure off of my bladder. I could see my bladder protruding below my navel, and it was very painful. Risky though it was, in case my parents came home unexpectedly, I took off my pants, shirt, and underwear, and walked around just in a Goodnite. The pressure from their respective waist bands was just too much. In any case I would have wanted to remove them before measuring anyways, so as to not get pee all over them. My resolve wavering like it usually would at this point, I began to consider that this may be all that I could hope for, at a 9/10. So I took a picture of my bulging bladder with my crappy digital camera. Yes, that is actually a Girl's Goodnite. For some reason, I thought they worked better for things like this. After I took the picture, I looked at it real quick... the word 'picture' ran in my head... and suddenly an idea came to me. I turned on an episode of one of my favorite shows at the time, which was an hour long, commercials and all. I made myself a goal. I would hold it in, no matter what, until the end of this episode. One hour wasn’t unreasonable, I thought. It would also take my mind off my bladder. So I started watching, taking the remote and putting it up high on a shelf with a ladder, which I would no doubt be unable to carry back into the room near the end of the episode (this was recorded on a DVR... no need to fast forward it now...). So began my most desperate hour. I drank another 20 ounces of water or so (so about 2 liters worth over the course of about 3 hours by then), then I watched, in increasing pain and desperation. Over the course of the next 10 minutes, I held myself, danced and squirmed around, sat on my heel, sat on the corner of my desk, straddled the rim of the bathtub, etc. After those 10 minutes, nothing seemed to work to bring me relief, as I found the threshold for 10/10. I then tried to lay down on my back in bed and hold myself, but my own belly skin, starting to sweat from the effort, pressed down on my bladder and caused a great deal more pain. But I stayed like this for a few seconds, amazed at how far the bulge stuck out in my quite thin form. I wanted to take another picture, but I was shaking now, and I couldn't stop moving enough to get my finger on a shutter button or hold a camera, never mind a clear shot. I tried to lay on my side, but that just made my bladder visibly shift to that side and hurt just as badly. It looked like a water balloon being held by the neck. Laying on my belly was obviously out of the question, but desperate for relief I tried anyways... the pressure on my dick might have helped me hold it, if only that same dick wasn't now being compressed my bladder and the bed, pushing into my bladder, which hurt like hell far before I put more than a little weight on it, so I had to stop. So I moved to the very top of my bed, propped myself up with pillows, and tried to lay, half bent at the hips. This helped for a few minutes, as pee tried to run down my dick and I clamped down with all my strength and willpower and tried to watch the episode. After 5 minutes, even this position was too painful, so I got up and paced around, doubled over. I then sat on the edge of my chair and slouched back as my bladder settled down for a few minutes, and moved my legs up and down, and side to side randomly as I panted and whimpered, no longer able to watch the TV. I cradled and felt how full my bladder was, still moving my legs around as I could not stop even for an instant. I tried, and a little pee trickled out. I was easily as full as I had ever been. My bladder looked and felt like a small cantaloupe was protruding from my pelvis. Because of me being rather thin, it looked that much bigger in me, especially if I sucked what little gut I had inwards. That actually seemed to help relieve a bit the pressure, but I couldn't breathe if I kept doing that, lol. 25 minutes into the episode, my bladder was back to protesting the agony it was in, and began to spasm. I was now squirming non-stop, rocking back and forth, tilting forward as much as my bladder would allow. I was still moving my legs around, but I couldn't cross them, as that put too much pressure on my bladder, which was now in near agony. I grimaced and whimpered, and held myself with each spasm of my distended bladder. I was very firmly at a 9.5/10 now. Any slight drop of my guard or concentration would have me wetting myself right there. A minute later, and I could no longer sit, it put too much pressure on my bladder. The remaining time was the most desperate I've ever been in my entire life, before and after. In another 5 minutes, I was staggering around my room, clutching at myself with both hands, at my mattress with one hand, back to me, at my chair with one hand, back to me, leaning on my desk for support, back to me; I could not stop moving even if I tried, and every movement seemed to send more pee cascading down into my poor bladder. I let go with both hands to support my increasingly exhausted self, and immediately started to leak out despite my best efforts to hold it back, and this was with my bladder not in spasm at the time, so I had to grab my crotch again. This was definitely my limit when not using extraordinary methods to hold it back. It felt incredible to leak out like this. I was in agony, I was no longer in full control, but I was loving every minute of it. I kept moaning to myself "Oh God I have to pee." I was panicky, I could feel the adrenaline. My heart was hammering fast in my chest from the effort, as if I were in the middle of running a mile... just what I needed, more blood for my kidneys to filter the water out of. It almost felt like it was hammering in my bladder too. 35 minutes into the episode, and I felt like I was about to explode. 10.5/10. This pressure hurt almost as bad as when I jammed my middle finger trying to catch a basketball the wrong way. My pee would not stop running down my dick, and I had to put all of the pressure that I could, with whatever means necessary, on my crotch to keep the pee inside of me, and I wasn’t going to be successful for much longer. Every movement caused my bladder to shift what felt like 10 feet, when it was really a half an inch or less, as what felt like a bowling ball was suspended inside of me. I was wracked with unbearable pain in my bladder that made me moan and whimper. I couldn’t lay down, stand up straight, sit down upright, or cross my legs, or even hold myself properly because these all put too much pressure on my increasingly bulging bladder. Even straddling the edge of my bathtub somehow caused the bottom of my erect dick to press into the bottom of my bladder, making the pressure as unbearable as every other method I could think of. I couldn’t even breath very deeply because it caused more pain. "Oh, hurry the **** up and end so I can pee!", I moaned to the TV, while I leaked uncontrollably for a split second, as if it could do anything about it. Then I started to get near irresistible urges to bear down every time my bladder was in spasm. It was pain beyond anything I imagined would be possible during a hold. It was pain past endurance, as I moaned in agony and leaked out for a second as my sphincter released by itself, before I grabbed myself with both hands to stem the flow to a slight dribble. I struggled to resist the urges to push by breathing in and out shallowly and quickly, as my very distended bladder wouldn't let my lungs move down any further. I didn't like this. I felt if I bore down too hard, I would make myself explode, or hurt myself some other way. I breathed as if I were in labor... in fact this must be what it felt like to be in labor, I thought. I really, really wanted to make it to the end of the episode, but my body decided it simply had enough. It was now doing everything in its power, against my will, to force my pee out, and the sensations brought me to my knees. I kneeled at my bedside, my upper body resting on my mattress, as I held myself below the base of my penis in my crotch with both hands, trying to not let my forearms, the bed frame, or even so much as a speck of dust or a slight breeze touch my bulging bladder. I was uncontrollably rocking my hips from side to side, as I still could not stop moving, but I couldn't move my legs if I was knee-bound. My bladder was now in a continuous spasm, a completely rock solid mass extending two inches out and up to my navel. I kept trying to clamp back down with my sphincter, but every time I tried, it was met with uncontrollable urges to remain relaxed that I could not overpower, even with sheer force of will at the thought of wetting myself fully on my carpet. My willpower to withstand the pressure, and my concentration on holding myself, was failing. I was powerless to hold back two long spurts my Goodnite that saturated the front all the way to the edges during the next couple minutes. It was 45 minutes in, I was on the verge of completely wetting myself uncontrollably now. Still unable to get off my knees, I kept making grunting noises and gasping in agony, about to wet myself, and I decided this was the time to let it out and measure. Even though it was only 45 minutes into the episode, 15 measly minutes short of my goal, I could not bear it, nor hold it in, any longer. I shuffled, slowly, still on my knees, towards and onto the towel-laid bathroom floor just by my room. With every "step", I could feel my bladder moving, every jolt causing more pain and small leaks. Grabbing the bottle, I set it on the edge of the bathtub. My Goodnite was now quite wet from all the leaks. Then I felt a most peculiar pain just start to form above the right-hand side of my pelvis in my backside. I had been studying the biological aspect of Omorashi for some time now, and thought immediately what this had to mean: I was about to start backing up into my kidneys. This was it, this was my safe limit. I determined to my self long ago that, if I ever felt anything like this, and I was severely bursting to pee, I would stop holding, and go, no matter what. In public with no bathrooms, and no chance to get to one, I would have let go where I stood. Just as I climbed into the bathtub, I felt my poor, distended, agonized bladder expedite the process for me with an almighty spasm. In any case, that self-imposed limitation didn't matter anyways. I absolutely could not hold it for one minute more, and if I tried to delay, It would all end up in the wrong place. Continuously moaning and on the verge of leaking again despite twisting myself up like a pretzel, holding myself over a thick Goodnite to try to hold it long enough to get in a position to measure, it was driving me insane. I was exploding. I was actually about to wet myself uncontrollably, despite my best efforts, for the first time in memory. I managed to grab the Gatorade bottle with one hand as I got on my knees, tore down my Goodnite, and performed a complicated set of gymnastics to maneuver my fully erect dick, which now dripped continuously into the bathtub, into the opening, Not at all an easy task, considering I could not stop moving in desperation, and my bladder wouldn't let me bend too far in any direction at the same time. I got it, just as I couldn't hold it back another second, and it came out by itself. Almost clear, very slightly straw-colored pee slowly but surely came out, and was about to moan in relief. Until I stopped peeing. I couldn’t quite figure out why until I heard air hissing from the bottle. I released the seal that I had inadvertently made with the tip of my erect penis, which had enabled the pressure in there to hold it back, and my stream burst forth. I peed for the longest time. Holding myself up in the very awkward position I was in was too hard, but after a minute, my bladder allowed me to bend in just the right way to be able to go in an easier position. I peed another two minutes, moaning, still unable to stop moving because I was still desperate, until my bladder released all that it could in its overstretched state, just under 2/3 of the bottle. I waited about 3 minutes for my bladder to contract back down and regain enough strength to push the rest out. It was actually somewhat difficult after a couple minutes. It regained that strength alright, as a minute later I quickly put my now more maneuverable dick back in the opening just in time as I let out another quick, uncontrolled explosion, feeling even greater relief as I uncontrollably bore down yet again. I was afraid I might overfill the bottle, but a few seconds mater I had felt I had emptied myself enough so that would not quite happen. I finished up, panting, waiting a few seconds, then letting go one last time and pushing what ever pee I could out into the bottle. The result was that I had filled a 32 ounce Gatorade bottle to just an inch and a half away from the top. I’d measured nearly a liter of pee. I had held considerably more until my first major leaks, if the puffy Goodnite bulging between my knees was taken into account. I was impressed with myself to say the least. My bladder was not. PS, by sheer luck, I was able to grab these images from another holding forum that I used to be a member of... only ever made three posts there, with nowhere near this kind of detail. That forum is now totally dead, had to find it via archive.org. I was too exhausted to get out of the bathtub immediately. I pulled on my wet Goodnite, and sat there, on my knees, resting with my arms on the edge of the bathtub, my breathing and pounding heartbeat slowly returning to normal. I remained there as I could hear the end credits rolling on the show I was watching. 5 minutes after the credits, my bladder, exhibiting "Post-hold volume reduction" once again, took matters into it's own hands and forced another full-force explosion of pee into my overfilled Goodnite, with it only catching a little bit before cascading out the bottom sides into the bathtub. So great was the relief that I orgasmed in the diaper with very little provocation afterwards. Feeling just rested enough, I stood up. I took the soaked, dripping diaper off, and carefully threw it in the trash. I proceeded to take a roughly 20 minute shower, uncontrollably wetting myself 15 minutes in after trying in vain to hold it back. After I got out, I proceeded to re-dress myself, but this time in a Depends taped brief, stuffed with another Goodnite, that I had set aside, not for the hold, but for the obvious protection I might need. I left it untaped for now. I cleaned everything up, took all of the garbages out, and afterwards sprinted back inside and just made it to the toilet 20 minutes later. I got into bed in utterly satisfied exhaustion, after having answered a call from my parents telling me they would be home in about 6 hours or so, my bladder quite irritated from the experience, but I didn't care. I set my alarm for 3 hours from then, in case they came home earlier than that, as I knew I would fall asleep from the glorious exhaustion I felt. I taped the brief up securely, then I started the episode up again to watch it properly, but fell asleep half way through... for about 15 minutes, until my bladder screamed at me to wake up because it was about a second away from exploding again. I didn't even have time to process what the hell was going on, or even to gasp, as I lost all control and exploded with even greater force into the new diaper for about a minute. Not even a vice grip could have stopped this full-blown bed-wetting. My pee was completely clear, hardly any smell at all, which I supposed was a good thing, since I could keep using the diaper. The relief overwhelmed me again, and I orgasmed again, before falling asleep yet again. I slept for a good hour this time. I'm not sure if I slept-wet, but I wouldn't have put it past my bladder to force the issue. By the time my alarm did go off, an hour and a half after I had already woken up, I had flooded myself a good three times before it felt like all of the water had run through me, and my diaper looked almost fit to burst. I massaged my still sore bladder as I went about my business, still wetting myself, but this time when I felt like it, as I was able to exert some more control. I wore Goodnites legitimately to bed the next few nights, afraid I would sleep wet in the presence of my family, but my bladder was kind enough to wake me well before it exploded, and I was able to walk urgently into the bathroom from then on during the next few days, only twice wetting myself like a small child in uncontrolled desperation when the bathroom was occupied for more than 5 minutes, until my bladder had mostly calmed down about 4 days later. Now, if you'll excuse me, all this reminiscing and typing has made me really need to pee.
  2. MrWet89

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    Just found this searching around, hope it's not a repost. Enjoy ac9eb1af87a7.360.mp4
  3. 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 ...
  4. Here is an omorashi fanfic I wrote on fimfiction.net about the Equestria Girls having a holding contest. Apparently it was good enough for someone without the fetish to enjoy it, which is rare. Equestria Girls Holding Contest Rainbow Dash and Applejack were playing a game of 1 on 1 soccer at a big field in the middle of nowhere. They had walked all the way here, and drank lots of water in-between games. Rainbow Dash won most of them. Rainbow Dash was wearing her usual outfit, which included skintight black shorts under a dark pink miniskirt, and Applejack was wearing a dirty pair of jean shorts. After several hours, they both felt they needed to pee really badly, and ran toward the nearest outhouse. Rainbow Dash got there first, but to her dismay it was locked. They ran as fast as they could to the city, desperate to avoid wetting themselves. Finally, they reached the city. Applejack ran towards a fast food restaurant while Rainbow Dash ran to a gas station... They met up at the point where they had split up, both feeling immensely relieved, and their shorts damp only with sweat. "Ah made it," said Applejack. "You?" "Do you even need to ask?" said Rainbow Dash. "I could've held it for another hour if I had to!" "You were just as desperate as ah was." "I still could've held it longer!" "Ah bet ah could hold it longer than you!" "Then why don't you prove it? Let's have a holding contest!" "You're on!" ... Rainbow Dash and Applejack wanted to do their holding contest right away, but they'd already been invited to breakfast at Pinkie Pie's house, and didn't want to disappoint her. The girls casually talked for a while, and then... "So, what are you doing today?" said Pinkie Pie. "Applejack and I are having a holding contest to see who can hold it the longest!" said Rainbow Dash. "Rainbow!" said Applejack. "Oooh!" said Pinkie. "Sounds like fun! Can I enter the contest?" "Sure," said Rainbow. "But don't expect to win." "I..." Sunset Shimmer blushed a little. "I've been in a few situations where I thought I was going to wet myself but I held it longer than I thought I could. This would be a great chance to test my limits." "I was thinking the same thing," said Twilight Sparkle. "Wow, so we're talking a five-way contest here!" said Rainbow Dash, who was looking forward to this more. She looked in Rarity's direction. "Heavens, no!" said Rarity. "You can do this unladylike contest if you want, but I won't." "That's too bad," said Rainbow Dash. "Because if you did, win or lose, I'd pose in as many outfits as you wanted for your fashion show!" "Me too," said Applejack. "Well..." Rarity really wanted them to do this, and chuckled at the thought of them wearing some of her most frou frou outfits. "All right. If you promise to wear ANY outfit I give you for the fashion show." "What about you, Fluttershy?" said Rainbow Dash. "I... um... no thanks." "All the rest of us are competing, so there'll be no shame if you don't win," said Applejack. "Well... all right, I'll do it." What have I gotten myself into? "We're gonna need a lot more drinks than the cider I've got," said Applejack. "No problem!" said Pinkie Pie. "I'll go get lots of bottles of soda!" "And, we can drink water when we run out," said Twilight. "Let's meet up in my backyard!" said Rainbow Dash. ... By 9:00 AM, all seven girls were in Rainbow Dash's backyard. Applejack was wearing her jean shorts, and had hauled two barrels of cider over with her super strength. Rainbow Dash was wearing her usual black compression shorts under her pink miniskirt. Sunset was wearing jeans. Twilight was wearing short, fairly tight purple shorts. Pinkie Pie was wearing jean shorts that were shorter and tighter than her camping outfit. Fluttershy was wearing her usual green miniskirt. Rarity had been wearing her usual purple skirt earlier, but she had brought a dirty pair of shorts and panties from yesterday and changed into them inside Applejack's bathroom, not wanting to risk wetting the skirt she was wearing today, and made Rainbow Dash promise she could shower if she lost. The shorts were purple, short, and skintight, and were in the basket of dirty laundry because she had worn them several days in a row, the last few of which were really hot, so they smelled of sweat. "Well, in that case, let the holding contest begin!" said Rainbow Dash. "First, we'll each drink 10 cups of cider! Then, every 20 minutes, we'll drink more! If we run out, we'll drink soda, and if we run out of that, water!" They each poured their glasses of cider and drank them. They drank another cup every 20 minutes. Two hours in, all seven girls needed to go, and were fidgeting. "All right, we can stop drinkin' now," said Applejack, who wasn't quite as desperate as yesterday but she was uncomfortable. Sunset had also been more desperate than now on a few occasions, so she knew she could hold it longer. Twilight, Fluttershy, and Rarity would usually take whatever measures they could to avoid getting into a situation where they were likely to have an accident, so they weren't sure how long they could hold it for. They usually would have gone at this point already. Rainbow wanted to look like she wasn't having too much trouble, so she wasn't holding herself yet, although she was fidgeting slightly, and the others could tell she needed to pee as much as they did. "I gotta go pee!" said Pinkie, stating the obvious, and dancing a little more than she should have been at this stage, because she thought it was fun. Another hour went by, during which the girls got even more desperate. At the end of this hour, Applejack had them each drink one more cup of cider. For most of the girls, they had never been so desperate. Especially since they had drank so much. Sunset and Twilight were very interested in how long they had held it for. This was about as desperate as Sunset had ever been, and she was holding herself and crossing her legs, fidgeting slightly to avoid wetting herself. Twilight was fidgeting harder, for she hadn't reached this point yet in her life, and although she had agreed to enter, she was a little nervous at the prospect of wetting herself in front of all her friends. She tried to remind herself that five of them would do the same. Fluttershy and Rarity were trying to hide signs of desperation, but not doing it very well. They were occasionally holding themselves and squirming. It would be so humiliating for both of them to lose this contest and they really wanted to win. But they weren't sure if they could. "How you doin', Rainbow?" said Applejack, who had barely been more desperate than this. "I could hold it another five hours!" said Rainbow Dash. She raised both her hands at her sides, until a jolt from her bladder caused her to put one hand to her crotch. Applejack chuckled a bit, but stopped as she remembered her own need to pee. Over the next hour, the girls became more desperate, and fidgeted harder. This was farther than Sunset had ever gotten. Even Rainbow Dash and Applejack had never reached this level of desperation before. It seemed they had plenty of time to spare yesterday. "Ooooh, I need to go pee REALLY bad!" said Pinkie, doing an even bigger pee dance and holding herself with both hands. This didn't help Fluttershy. She needed to pee so badly - they all did - and it briefly crossed her mind how embarrassing it would be to wet herself, or at least be the first to do so. She let out a squeak as this moment caused her to leak a little into her pink panties, but she managed to hold the rest of it in, and it didn't show up on her skirt. She still blushed a little, but no one noticed. "Almost lost it there, Fluttershy?" Rainbow Dash teased. Twilight was very nervous now. She wasn't sure she could hold it. She had never wet herself as long as she could remember, and she was sure she was about to do it now in front of everyone. She leaked a little, dampening her shorts. She became more nervous at this. She had just peed a little. Her heart racing, she put both hands on her crotch and tried to hold it in, but the one leak made it harder. Two longer leaks came next, and then, she lost control. Her shorts went from damp to soaking wet, and pee flowed through her hands and down her legs. She blushed beet red. Not only did she wet herself all the way, but she was the first to lose the contest. Pinkie Pie giggled, then immediately held herself and crossed her legs, as she leaked a little into her underwear. Fluttershy also leaked slightly at the sight of Twilight peeing. "One down," said Rainbow Dash. Once Twilight was done peeing, she sat down, feeling embarrassed but relieved. Another half hour went by, and none of the six girls got any wetter. "Four and a half hours," said Rainbow Dash. "Let's shake things up a bit and make it more challenging." Fluttershy whimpered. "How 'bout, we all do 15 situps?" said Applejack. "Twi, would you mind checkin' to see if someone else loses the contest?" "You can count on me," said Twilight, who was feeling much better by now, even though her shorts were still wet. Rainbow Dash, Applejack, Sunset, Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie, and Rarity laid down with their knees bent upward, and began doing situps. This put more pressure on their bladders, and Rarity leaked a bit, dampening her shorts slightly. On the tenth situp, Pinkie let out a squeal as she started to pee uncontrollably. She remained in a sitting position and sighed in relief as she soaked her jean shorts. The other five girls were still doing situps, but they could hear the hissing sound along with Pinkie's sigh so they didn't even need Twilight to tell them she was out. Pinkie finished peeing after her five opponents had stood up. She giggled at her accident, and then pulled a big bottle of soda out of the cooler she had brought and began chugging it down. "What are you doing?" said Rainbow Dash. Pinkie stopped drinking. "That was so fun I wanna do it again!" "You do realize that it won't count," said Applejack. "You already lost, so even if you outlast us, you can't win cause you're out." "I know," said Pinkie cheerfully, and she resumed drinking the soda, and then drank another one, looking forward to unofficially re-entering the contest. Twilight giggled a bit, feeling more comfortable now that someone else had wet herself and wanted to do it again. Another half hour went by. The girls started squirming harder. Fluttershy and Rarity didn't know how much longer they could hold it, but they felt a bit better knowing they wouldn't be the first out if they did lost. Rainbow Dash and Applejack were trying not to fidget as hard, but their desperation was very clear at this point. Sunset was fidgeting harder than Rarity and Fluttershy. Her jeans were the tightest pair she owned, which put more pressure on her. By the end of this half hour, Pinkie had to pee again, about half as badly as the others. "All right," said Rainbow Dash. "Time for another challenge! Twilight, see that hose over there? Take the nozzle off, hang it over the soccer net, and turn the hose on. Pinkie giggled while Fluttershy, Rarity, Sunset, and even Applejack looked very nervous at this. Twilight did as she was told. Once the hose was on, water began running out of it and to the grass below the net. The girls tried not to look at the running water, but the sound was impossible to ignore. Rainbow Dash and Applejack almost lost it, but barely managed to keep their shorts dry. Rarity leaked for five seconds, wetting the front of her shorts. She blushed, but as she hadn't wet herself completely she was still in the game. Sunset leaked for about three seconds, dampening the front of her jeans. Fluttershy leaked for six seconds, and then came another leak she couldn't stop. She blushed beet red as she peed in her dress, soaking her pink panties and wetting the entire front of her green skirt. The pee rushed down her legs, which would have felt wonderful if the situation hadn't been so humiliating. "Don't feel bad, Fluttershy," said Twilight, putting her arm around her while she was still peeing. "You held it as long as you could, and you were able to hold it longer than me or Pinkie Pie." Fluttershy felt a little better at these words, and finished wetting herself, even enjoying the relief a little. "Only four of us left," said Applejack. Another hour went by with the water still running. Rainbow Dash, Applejack, Sunset, Rarity, and even Pinkie Pie felt they needed to pee even more, and fidgeted harder. They could feel waves of pee sloshing inside them, and their bladders were trembling, as were Sunset and Rarity, finding it harder to hold it in with the sound of running water. Every so often, all four of them would leak, sometimes for as long as five seconds. So would Pinkie Pie. At this point, Twilight needed to pee again, as the rest of the cider she had drank had caught up to her. So, she let it all out where she sat, re-wetting her shorts. They were already damp and smelly, so why not? Near the end of the hour, the leaks became more frequent and slightly longer, though they still each avoided a full-blown accident. Their legs were mostly dry, but there were big wet spots on their shorts and jeans. Because Pinkie had already held to bursting point earlier that day, her holding muscles had weakened, so she was having just as hard a time holding it as the four who were still in the game. At the end of this hour, Rainbow leaked again. She and the other four felt like they were about to burst, and knew the contest would end soon. "Time for something a little different," said Rainbow Dash. "Let's all pee as hard as we can for five seconds! If any of us can stop, we drink five more cans of cider, or soda, if we run out. If you can't stop, you're out!" "What if we all can't stop?" said Applejack. "Then we do another contest next week!" "I'm not sure I can do this," said Rarity. "You're already pretty wet, so the damage has already been done. Think of the relief." Rarity was sure she couldn't hold it much longer, so she nodded her head. "I'll keep an eye out for someone wetting herself all the way," said Twilight. "Ready?" said Rainbow Dash. Rarity crossed her legs. Sunset squatted down to avoid getting the legs of her jeans wet. Rainbow and Applejack spread their legs slightly. Pinkie Pie looked really excited. "1... 2... 3!" Rainbow Dash, Applejack, Sunset, Rarity, and Pinkie peed like a race horse, further soaking themselves. They had to admit, it did feel pretty good. After five seconds, Rainbow and Applejack stopped. Their shorts and legs were very wet now but they didn't mind. Sunset was still a little shocked that she had intentionally peed in her jeans, but she was able to stop as well. The crotch and butt of her jeans was soaked, but her legs remained dry. Pinkie peed for a little longer, and stopped after an extra five seconds. What did it matter if she peed for longer? She wasn't officially competing, she was just holding again for fun. Her shorts were soaking wet again, and her panties were drenched. Rarity tried to stop peeing, but she couldn't. She whimpered as she flooded her skintight purple shorts, and the pee flowed down her legs. She blushed profusely, feeling a little disgusted that she was peeing herself, but secretly enjoying the relief and the warm wetness, against her will. She could not believe she was actually taking a bit of pleasure in something so unladylike, and slapped her butt for feeling this way, then giggled nervously, realizing that she had just spanked herself for no reason the other girls would be aware of, and not wanting them to know why. Pinkie, however, did. "See? It's actually pretty fun!" "Now it's just me, Applejack, and Sunset!" said Rainbow Dash. Sunset was feeling less desperate, but she still needed to pee pretty badly. As she drank her cider, she was not looking forward to the final round. She was sure these two athletes would outlast her. Another half hour went by, and Rainbow Dash, Applejack, and Sunset became more desperate. The wetness on their shorts (in Sunset's case, jeans) made them think more about how much they needed to pee, plus the water was still running. But there were no more leaks for a while. Near the end of the half hour, Pinkie Pie couldn't hold it anymore, and peed again. She giggled the entire time, and the sight of her peeing made the three competing girls more uncomfortable. When she was finished, her shorts were even wetter than before. She considered holding a third time, but she didn't think Rainbow, Applejack, and Sunset would be able to hold it for much longer, so, reluctantly, she sat beside Twilight, Fluttershy, and Rarity. Another half hour later, Fluttershy needed to pee again, so she crossed her legs, looking uncomfortable. "Um... Excuse me, but I have to to the bathroom. Again, I mean." "Just pee right here!" said Pinkie. "There's nothing to be ashamed of! You're already wet, anyway!" Fluttershy hesitated, and then peed in her dress again, blushing but giggling lightly. She was sitting next to Rarity so her puddle on the grass reached Rarity's butt. Rarity didn't say anything, for her shorts were already soaked, plus she did secretly like it. Sunset, Rainbow, and Applejack didn't notice, for they were extremely desperate, close to the level they had been at before they peed for five seconds, and their holding muscles were a little more tired now. "Challenge time!" said Applejack, with both hands on her crotch and her legs crossed. "Spread your legs for 30 seconds!" "Are you kidding?" said Sunset, leaking a little. "Sounds good to me!" said Rainbow Dash. All three girls spread their legs apart, making it even harder to hold. Rainbow leaked for five seconds, but stopped. Sunset leaked for two seconds, and barely managed to stop it. Applejack leaked for four seconds, but was able to keep holding it. Then, Sunset started to pee full force. She desperately tried to stop it, but couldn't. This position was too much for her. She blushed and sighed as the pee soaked the legs of her jeans, while a stream started to pass through her jeans between her legs, given the position she was standing in. She couldn't believe she was wetting her pants all the way, but the relief felt amazing. "Well, looks like it's back down to the two of us!" said Rainbow Dash once the 30 seconds were up and they could resume a standard standing position. "I'm still gonna beat you!" said Applejack. "Dream on!" said Rainbow Dash. She leaked a little and whimpered. Sunset finished peeing and sat beside the other girls who had lost. "Don't feel bad, Sunny," said Fluttershy. "Third place is kind of good." As the time went by, Rainbow Dash and Applejack held themselves and fidgeted harder, unable to hide any signs of desperation anymore. They both leaked in their shorts often, but still neither wet herself all the way yet. By now Rarity needed to pee again. She made sure Fluttershy and Sunset, who were sitting on either side of her, weren't looking in her direction, and let it all out in her already-wet shorts. Wishing she didn't enjoy this so much. Sunset felt Rarity's puddle under her rear, but said nothing. Half an hour went by, which became a full hour. By now Rainbow Dash and Applejack were dribbling every ten seconds, and neither felt like coming up with any new challenges. Then, one of the athletic tomboyish girls couldn't hold it anymore. "No..." Applejack was unable to stop peeing. Pee flowed down her legs in torrents as her jean shorts got even wetter. Realizing she had lost, she stopped trying to hold it and started to pee harder, deciding she might as well be a good sport and enjoy the relief. Rainbow Dash saw Applejack wetting herself uncontrollably and knew it was over. "Yeah! I win!" Rainbow still needed to go REALLY badly. She was about to burst. So, she unabashedly let it all out, completely soaking her skintight shorts and forming a big wet spot on the front of her skirt. Waterfalls of pee gushed down her legs, soaking them in seconds. She sighed in immense relief and satisfaction. She had won a seven-way holding contest, held it for longer than she ever thought she could, and was greatly enjoying the warm release. They peed for about two minutes, Applejack stopping moments before Rainbow Dash, as long as it had taken Rainbow to start peeing after Applejack. "That was really fun!" said Pinkie. "I don't think so," said Rarity, blushing. "But remember our deal. You both have to try on ANY outfits I pick for the fashion show!" "A deal's a deal," said Applejack. "Whatever you choose is worth it," said Rainbow Dash. The girls were all very wet and smelled of urine, but they shared a collective laugh and then sprayed each other with the hose, before Rarity took a long shower and changed back into her skirt. Her shirt was still wet, but only with water, so she didn't mind too much. "You up for a rematch?" said Applejack. "Next week," said Rainbow Dash. "Me too!" said Pinkie. None of the other girls wanted to do a second holding contest, so Rainbow Dash and Applejack never asked them to. The End
  5. Clark was still at Lois’s appartment but then he heard someone called help so he apologised to Lois and Clark did his shirt rip and became Superman and flew off Lois’s balcony to see what was going on. Lois still naked went back inside her apparent. Lois has an old bed on the balcony that she always forgets to sell. Lois locked the door and she put on her pink panties and waited for Superman to come back. Superman got there it was a young girl who was being robbed by two criminals and Superman stopped them and waited for the police to come. He handed them over to the police, just then Superman could hear a sound of a little girl crying for help. Clark got there and the problem was that the girl’s cat was stuck in a tree and Superman flew up to get her down and handed the cat to the girl. The girl thanked Superman and Superman said “I appreciate that and good night!” The girl replied good night too and Superman wave her goodbye and vanished. Louis still waiting for her love to come back to her and she had to think of something to keep her busy.
  6. 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.
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    Misty and Caterpie

    From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    Misty's so scared by Caterpie that she has to do laundry. See? Not everything I draw is Scarlett. If you want to see Misty doing this in the nude, consider throwing some money at my Patreon.
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    Here it is...the long awaited animation...well not really but yeah its here finally. So yeah this one was an absolute bitch to make. While Lordbardak's is more challenging in terms of length and concept, this one was more challenging in terms of technical difficulties. During the third scene, a visual glitch happened where all of the physic bones on the models outright vanished entirely; so much so that you could see through the model. I could not fix the glitch; if anything made it worse somehow as then it affected all the other models on screen. Because of that, the whole scene need to be reanimated...which cost a full day of work. And then there were problems with the pee streams operating incorrectly...and finally the video editing program crashed...which prevented me from finishing the video until literally now. But yeah...it is finally here. The story is Ruby and Yang are invited to compete in Smash Ultimate for a chance of being on the official roster. On there way to the city where the Smash Arena is centered at, they have to pee. The bathroom ends up being closed, so they are forced to urinate off the road at some point. So anyway...enjoy the animation. Give me a review and comment and rating...no seriously do it. I don't like working on this shit and getting no feedback. Japanese credits Pee effect by E教授 Inkling and Inkshot models by きのさん Lucina (Marth Version) by Slenderman (Huh...not actually in Japanese)

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  9. mat-the-cat

    Videocache of yui_omo's Twitter

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

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  10. I'm glad my readers took an interest in this, though I have to admit these are not the best stories. For anybody curious, this is where I'm putting a collection of short stories from my interactive story: Curse of the Eastern Isle. Unlike the interactive which follows the perspective of the wandering monster hunter, Franziska Audenveil, these stories will be from the perspective of various party members. The first one I've written is from a small plan I had for Addilyn, The other three who will be getting a short story will be Margo, the short-tempered, short-sized engineer, Catia, the head paladin of the town of Minevorska's church, and Franziska herself. A link to the interactive for anybody interested in a dark fantasy adventure: https://www.omorashi.org/forums/topic/34992-the-curse-of-the-eastern-isle/ __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Addilyn: The Demon in the Shadows “Eto, fier.” Addilyn muttered the spell in druidic, watching as a small flame sprung to life in her hand. “Eto, ince” The flame froze and turned to solid ice. “Eto, arcana.” The ice melted, twisting into a ball of small purple energy. For Addilyn Tsereteli, wandering bard of the Caravani, these small druidic incantations were her nightly routine. She would practice them, muttering the words and watching as a small ball of the element she summoned floated in her palm. The energy, with the right focus, could be manipulated and reshaped into anything the caster desired. It was this element of the incantation that Addilyn practiced, to summon and reshape the spell into the arcane arrows she used was a feat of countless nights of practice. It was a late night on Oldengrad, the tavern had already seen the nightly rush as the residents of the hamlet would flock in for a supper of vegetable stew before rushing back to their homes. Even behind the walls of their hamlet, guarded by devices of steam and automation the people of Minevorska did not sleep easy. Addilyn never blamed them; once the sun went down and the shrieks of demons and undead filled the air, nowhere, not even in town, was safe. In the tavern, the fire was all but cinders, a few flecks of the dying log still burned with a red glow. The lanterns swayed with a dim flame, basking the corners of the common room in shadow. Outside, the snow picked up, a fog of white against a blood red sky. Addilyn could hardly see beyond the window, the storm was growing, as was the darkness. A few of the hamlet’s residents remained in the tavern, bleeding the last of the kegs dry as they discussed business. Sometimes Addilyn felt like they were staring, making quiet judgement about her. She was reminded of her fight in the church, and the first impression she must have left on the residents as she was carried to the quarters. They had to have known, a girl who had soiled herself being carried through a chamber full of people. Addilyn dwelled on it too much; She had wanted to forge her place as the towns saviour in their darkest hour. The towns people would speak of her in only the most heroic fashion, telling tales of her bravery during the attack on the church. But that was all a dream, Addilyn had forged her place among the people of Minevorska... as the girl who had shit herself, the girl who whimpered and cowered with the others while the real heroes took the glory. It was a depressing, but not deterring thought, one that made her soul feel empty. “I don’t believe it one bit!” One of the men said with a gruff accent. He wiped the ale from his long beard and slammed his flagon down. “Them defenses outside would’ve scared the fucker away right quick!” Suddenly, practicing incantations did not seem so interesting to Addilyn. The tales and rumours drew her to them like a moth to a flame. She drew her focus toward the conversation at the other table, shifting herself along the chair to get closer. “Don’t believe me, do ya not?” The second man had a more crooked accent, a foreigner in these lands. “We saw it, horrible shaggy bastard roaming about on the outskirts of the town." “Didn’t think to report that to the paladin’s, did you?” The foreigner cackled. “‘Course we did! Nowhere to be seen when they sent one or two of the holy lads over. Buggered off under the wall and back into the forest!” The first man did not sound impressed with the story. “So you scared off a wolf pup? That’s worthy of a story, is it?” “Well… what’s a story wi’out a kicker?” The foreigner leant in. “Saw it again tonight. Big dark eyes, beastly thing with four legs sittin’ in the black, starin’. Sorta like those ugly bastards we saw scattered around the church. Ya know, the dogs.” He sat back, smirking. “You’re welcome to go take a peek if you think I’m tellin’ you shit.” The bearded man chuckled before reaching for his flagon. “I don’t need to. It’s a wolf pup, no doubt. Small enough to fit through that wall and is probably looking for it’s mother.” Their conversation dwindled into something less interesting; a discussion on fortification, nothing interesting. “Something lurking in the shadows…” Addilyn muttered. She stared out through the frosted panes toward the small area of empty land behind the tavern. It was blacker than the abyss out there. Stories had been going around of things creeping over the wall. Rogue beasts, wolves, demons, the story changed with every person who told it, each giving their own account of what they’d either seen or were told until it became a web of absurd rumours and speculation. That never stopped Addilyn from believing them though. She anxiously sipped the last of her juice and pushed the flagon away. She was not sure if it was the fatigue from spellcasting, but during her practice she had felt the weight of her bladder lingering. Addilyn sighed; she’d pushed the feelings to the back of her mind, putting it off for as long as she could. She’d lost count of the juice she had drank, two cups? Three? Spell practice often left her with a strong thirst, and on some days a full bladder. With the lavatory out of commission, when nature called there was nowhere to go but outside, behind the tavern. There had been the bowls Wanda had been so kind as to offer people. A sort of last resort for relief. The innkeep’s wife had thought it for the best that nobody ventured out into the cold in the dead of night as rumours persisted through the town. But Addilyn didn't like that option, especially after an accidental encounter with Franziska when the monster hunter had stormed in while she was relieving herself... shamelessly into a porcelain bath. Addilyn never liked making her water in the company of others, she was always a shy girl and now she shared a room with two other girls; There was nowhere private for her to do it in a bowl. If she went out into the corridor, she risked waking the whole upstairs with the sound, if she did it in the room, the sound would wake Lucina. She has been practicing all day with the Paladins, surely she's unconscious. She's not going to hear if I used the bowl. Fearfully, Addilyn looked out into the darkness of the town. I really don't want to go out there. What if they're right, what if something is lurking out there? She could picture a hideous creature out in those shadows, hiding away from the watchful eyes of the Paladins. Stories always got to her, they left her thinking, always fearing the worst. Now, looking outside, all Addilyn could think of was the horrors of the shadows, whatever they were. She hated to do it, but the fullness of her bladder urged Addilyn towards the bowl beneath her bed, somewhere safe where she could relieve herself. It was a fair thought. She took a deep breath and made her way upstairs. On her way, Addilyn passed Margo’s room. A candle burned inside as the little engineer was soundly sleeping, cuddled into Andi who lay behind her. “Ah, Ms. Addilyn.” Andi had noticed, the mechanical girl smiled. “Andi, you’re still awake.” Addilyn returned her smile. She composed herself, keeping her legs steady to avoid bouncing up and down in a childish potty dance. She tensed her muscles and stood still, ignoring the urges. Andi nodded. “Mother was having some difficulty sleeping. I’m staying awake to comfort her.” Suddenly, Margo began whimpering in her sleep, muttering the name Sara as sadness sunk into her sleeping face. “It’s okay, mother.” Andi spoke softly, rubbing Margo’s head until the little engineer settled back into a quiet snore. She didn't wish to get caught up in conversation. Nature called, urgently. Addilyn nodded to Andi and continued on toward the last door. The door opened quietly; Addilyn did everything she could to not stir Lucina’s slumber. The silver-haired warrior lay asleep on her bed, wrapped in her blanket. She was in a deep sleep, her loud, monstrous snores nearly shook the brittle floorboards. This would be easy. Hopefully. Addilyn crept along the floorboards toward her bed and bent down, grimacing as she felt the pressure being put on her full bladder. A small ceramic bowl, larger than a soup bowl sat beneath the bed right beside a pile of fresh sheets. Addilyn pulled the bowl out slowly. A receptacle for relief right in her hands. She held it for a moment, staring cautiously over to the sleeping Lucina. Right. She thought, sitting the bowl down gently on the floor. I just need to undo my shorts. She undid her belt, moving as slowly as she could to avoid making any noise. squat down. She crouched down, hovering herself over the bowl. pee, and empty the bowl… all without waking up Lucina. That was the hard part, even with her shorts down, Addilyn couldn’t pee. Her body seized up knowing another girl was sleeping just a few feet away. Ooh, she’s going to hear it. It’s going to echo through the room and wake her. She tensed up between the legs, her body denying her bladder relief. She stared down and sighed with frustration. The bed creaked, a drowsy mumble murmured. “Who…” Lucina, half-asleep, asked to nobody. Heat rushed to her cheeks, her heart pounded, Addilyn wanted to scream. Acting purely on instinct she rushed to pull her knickers back up and kicked the bowl back beneath the bed. “Ah, Lucina! I-It’s j-just me!” Addilyn sputtered, struggling to put the words together. Lucina rubbed her eyes and turned in her bed. “Addilyn… ah, you’re retiring to bed?” She said with a weary groan. “H-Ha, n-no. I-I just c-came to g-get some-something!” Addilyn pretended to root around beneath the bed, fondling the air in a pathetic attempt to feign a search. “Ha! I-I’ve got it.” She rose to her feet, and forgetting that, in a panicked hurry, she’d only pulled up her knickers, Addilyn collapsed to the floor with a thud. Her shorts were still draped around her boots. "Hehe... belt came undone." She tried to laugh it off. I hope I didn't leak... She hadn't, still dry, thankfully. Closing the door behind her, Addilyn bent down to her knees and pushed her hands against her maidenhood once again. She couldn’t make her water in there, she couldn’t do it out here, and she couldn’t use the lavatory. Was there somewhere, anywhere else she could go? There's a basin down in the bathing room...could I? No! She shook the thoughts of peeing in the sink from her head. No! No! No! What kind of disgusting girl makes her water in a sink!? She sighed, there was only one place she could go at a time like this; and with a nervous glance out into the night, Addilyn knew she had no choice but to go behind the tavern. Yura had asked curiously where the bard was going this late with a lantern in her hand. Addilyn didn’t answer and rushed out onto the steps of the tavern. She felt herself stop, her feet wouldn’t move beyond the small cover by the steps. The streets were dark, snow fell from the sky, and there was no life to be found. All she had to do was take a few steps down, head around the tavern, relieve herself and head back, but staring into the pitch black night, the uneasy silence tempered with nothing but shadows; it made Addilyn freeze. She felt safe in the tavern with the fire and lights, nothing would get her there… but out here. She whimpered and after making sure nobody was around, crossed her legs. Addilyn gazed out into the darkness, squeezing her legs tighter, letting out a faint whimper as her maidenhood burned. This is exactly what Franziska means when she says you need to be fearless. The brave voice in Addilyn’s mind said. It was her own voice as it always was. Look at you, crossed legged and whimpering like a little girl who's about to wet herself because you can’t take a lantern and pee out in the dark. You’re not even fearless enough to pee in a pot in there. The voice grew more mocking. I can’t let another girl hear me tinkling into a bowl. “It’s embarrassing.” Addilyn squeezed her legs so tightly it almost hurt. She bent down and sat on the steps to the tavern. She hoped nobody would see as she calmly rested her hands between her legs, pushing against herself. “Besides… I heard them, something’s wandering around in the darkness. They said it was behind the tavern before vanishing.” So what? You’re a fighter, you’re not meant to let things like that scare you. You came to this cursed isle of your own volition! You’re one of the protectors of this town now! What kind of protector are you if you’d rather wet yourself than go out in the dark!? The voice may have been her own, but it spoke cruelly. Addilyn peered down the street; she saw the farmstead, an outline of the farmhouse hidden away by the black shadows. A small light came from the tower by the gate and inside Addilyn could make out a feminine figure. It had to be Franziska, who’d bravely offered to do one of the night patrols for Alexandr. What would Franziska say if she saw you right now, cross-legged and whimpering for the privy? “She’d tell me to be braver than this…” Addilyn muttered sadly to herself. “If I can’t even walk out into the dark… how am I going to fight a demon?” Addilyn began clutching her rapier. “That’s right… I said I’d be braver… what kind of hero would I be if I let the darkness get to me so easily?” Slowly, she rose to her feet. Suddenly, the darkness did not look so dark and Addilyn took her first steps out into the dark streets. It always felt like something was out there, watching every step she took, waiting for a moment of weakness. That’s what unsettled her the most; there was never a greater sign of weakness than when a person was relieving themselves. Broden always told her that. “You’re always weakest when you’re squatting in the forest.” He’d say playfully, keeping a serious tone about him. “Wouldn’t want to be nabbed while taking a dump, would you?” She missed his crude sense of humour. Maybe one day, she’d see him again; as the hero who defeated the curse of Oldengrad, a thought that kept the darkness away and the fear in her heart dimmed. The cold did her bladder no good; Addilyn shivered, but there was always a painful, persistent warmth stirring between her legs. Everything she had done since getting up from her seat had done nothing but aggravate her bladder. She’d already been on the verge of relief once. The fear made her feel loose, like she could leak at any moment. She walked slowly through the snow, one hand on the lantern, the other between her legs to keep her river from flowing. The sounds of crunching beneath her boots moved with a slow, uneasy pace. Addilyn hated the dark, even in town she didn’t feel safe. The portal, with it's chains dug into the ruins of the church hung over the town, harpies swooping in the night and screeching. A ghastly demonic screech echoed through the air, frightening the bard as she began hastening her steps. The sooner she relieved herself, the sooner she'd back in the warm comfort of the tavern. Maybe it was the slow speed at which she walked, maybe it was the fear that engulfed her like darkness engulfed the town, or maybe it was just the feeling of her full bladder with each step she took, but the walk felt endless, like an eternity. Behind the tavern was an old tin boiler, rusted and neglected, but still functional. Some of the snow around it had melted away from the heat it gave off. There were two houses on the west side of the tavern, separating the rear of the tavern from the street. There were no lights on, nobody would see her here. Nobody would notice an unsuspecting girl squatting to make her water here. Addilyn sat the lantern down on an empty barrel by her side and began to lift her dress. A sound nearby, like tepid footsteps moving cautiously, caught the bards attention. She froze, her dressed hoisted over her arms as she looked out into the shadows with a fearful gaze. “It’s nothing. My imagination playing tricks on me.” Addilyn said to comfort herself. "There is no way anything could get through that wall." She hiked up her dress, pulled down her shorts, and nervously squatted in the snow. She took a deep breath and relaxed, granting her bladder relief. She could feel the cold numbing her bare backside. In the silence, a quiet pattering began to fill the air. A sense of relief filled the young bard as her bladder emptied, a dark stream pittled from between her legs, yellowing the snow around her boots. “Uuu…” Addilyn whimpered. She couldn’t enjoy the relief she was feeling, it was overshadowed with fear as she glanced around the shadows, stopping only to peer down at the growing puddle beneath her legs. “Hmm~” She allowed herself one sigh of pleasure, watching as the spurt between her legs intensified, spraying the snow. The snow between her feet melted, the quiet tinkling turned to a loud splattering as her stream struck the now revealed dirt. The heat of her water rose, gently warming the bards legs. Footsteps again. This time, Addilyn was certain she saw something, a beastly silhouette that stood still the moment she looked over, like it knew she was watching. Her heart began racing, she thought about pulling up her shorts and running; she didn’t even care if she’d piss herself, she wouldn’t care if she stumbled down into the tavern, piss cascading down her thighs if it meant she could escape the gaze of whatever was watching her. Something definitely moved, Addilyn saw, and it was moving closer to her. Riddled with fear, she pulled up her shorts, her bladder still unrelieved as she began to feel the warmth of her stream filling her shorts. They grew heavy quickly as Addilyn pulled them back up, her thighs and maidenhood now soaked with her pee as she failed to stop her water. She ignored the growing warmth in her knickers, pooling between her legs and washing her lower lips. She had to ignore it, she needed to grab her rapier and defend herself. The beast was moving faster through the darkness, toward her. Addilyn grabbed her rapier and lifted it in a defensive stance. Something warm was running down her legs, she caught a glimpse of her pee, glistening in the lanterns glow as it ran down her bare legs. No, I won’t let it bother me this time. The beast was closer; She could see it’s features more closely now, four legs and a maw that bore sharp yellow teeth beneath a set of dark red eyes. Addilyn grasped her rapier nervously, clutching it tightly in her hand. This was it, when the beast would lunge, Addilyn would strike, just like Franziska had taught her. Ease up! Don't let your feet stop! Keep a firm grip on the hilt! She repeated the words Franziska had yelled aboard the Natalya religiously. Weave, stride, strike, repeat! A dire wolf pup, larger and more ferocious than a mainland wolf, wandered into the light. Addilyn stared the beast down, rapier in-hand, ignoring the wetness growing between her legs. It’s eyes were red, a sign that it was berzerk, driven mad by the powerful magic of the red moon. The wolf snarled, bearing it's fangs, white breath filling the air as it sized up the young bard. Addilyn stood ready, rapier out in a defensive stance. She wasn't ready when the wolf leapt for her, launching itself on it's hind legs toward the bard. All she had to do was move to the side and strike the wolf with one attack, but she couldn't. The wolf moved quickly, faster than she had expected. In surprise, Addilyn was frozen, too sluggish to properly counter the wolf's lunge. She didn't even notice the wolf was already atop her, knocking her to the ground with force. She felt the warmth as her wet shorts pressed against her backside. It landed atop her, a beast of thick fur and a deathly stench atop her frail, frightened body. Addilyn used all of her strength to keep off the snarling beast that went for her neck. She wanted to scream but fear had grasped her throat. She was alone, nobody was coming, nobody had heard. This fight was her own. She had to think fast, something, anything to keep the wolf from her neck... and then she remembered; There was a last resort, one Addilyn did not use unless absolutely necessary; The cursed sign of Tsereteli was not something to be used with trivial intent, but she had no choice. Quickly, with a struggle to fend off the attacking wolf, she readied the spell, no, the curse. She felt a burning in her left arm as she channeled it, her palm grew as hot as hellfire. Time felt like it froze, the cold winter became as hot as the burning hells as Addilyn spoke the cursed incantation she so rarely cast: Signum en Lupus. She placed a hand atop the wolfs head and cast the incantation. The wolf stopped, growing passive as it’s eyes began to glow a bright gold; From a ravenous feral wolf to a timid puppy, the wolf jumped off the bard and whimpered, lowering it's head like a submissive child. She'd done it. “H-Hi.” Addilyn put her hand out slowly, letting the dire wolf sniff it. It’s tail rose and the wolf sat, tilting it’s head. After a second, the wolf rose to its feet and moved behind her, sniffing curiously around her wet shorts. “Ahh...hey, hey… You can’t do that to people. That’s not how we say hi!” She felt a flush in her cheeks. Gently, she pushed away the curious wolf, who’d taken a fondness in trying to sniff her backside. “Though you don’t see me as people, do you? You recognize me now… like this.” The dire wolf didn’t understand, it’s head tilted further. “You can’t stay here, the other’s aren’t like me.” The wolf did nothing, it sat by her side and yawned. A howl echoed through the trees, nabbing the pups attention as it’s ears pricked up. “Your family misses you.” Addilyn pet the wolf, smiling as she gestured back to the woods. As if it was a command, the dire wolf ran back into the shadows, vanishing into the night, back to it’s family. And now Addilyn had to face the cold, wet truth as she stared down at her soggy shorts. She sighed, frowning at the darkened fabric that clung to her body. I wet myself again… She tried to be brave, she really did, but it didn’t stop her. To Addilyn, this felt like a failure, she’d let fear get the best of her again. It reminded Addilyn of something Franziska had said just two nights ago. “When I went to... take a piss earlier, that thing, that portal that appeared, it caught me by surprise. Fear ran through me and before I knew it, I was so paralyzed by fear, that I was... pissing myself." Franziska had spoken so boldly, even for something so embarrassing she accepted that it happened, and that she was no weaker for it. "I saw that giant portal and those chains manifest from thin air, and stricken with panic, I couldn’t hold myself. So no it isn’t snow. I...fear-stricken...pissed myself.” Lying in that bed, that was the moment Addilyn had said she'd be better, that she wouldn't let the small things get to her. “Not this time…” Addilyn holstered her rapier and shook her head. Her heart was pounding, even in the cold she felt a sweat. “I didn’t run away this time, I didn’t cower, I held my ground.” Suddenly, she didn't feel so scared. A surge of bravery warmed her blood. The night did not seem so dark, the cold did not seem so chilling, the monsters around her did not feel so threatening. "I am Addilyn Tsereteli, wanderer of the Caravarni, and soon... the hero of Oldengrad." The bard got back to her feet. "The next time, I'll be ready." She headed back into the tavern, where a quick bath and bed were waiting.
  11. Just some thread to post some of my drawings. I've never drawn omo before, so hopefully I can get better with time. It would be cool if you guys could send some sugestions on what to draw next ! 😄😄😄 Sorry for the bad quality!
  12. AudreyLovesPee

    Wetting Dares [NEW]

    I have seen that some people want to join this topic again. So im starting it up again. Basically you tell a dare and then if someone choses they can pick that dare and do it. Then they can post their story or pics on how the dare went down. Feel free to post dares, do dares, or both. Hope you all enjoy
  13. My favorite wetting videos are the ones where the female seems to try her damndest to not pee. Not just lose it all at once. I like when they bounce around trying to hold it and leak, but manage to keep holding to leak a little more and a little more before they end up losing it. Imagine a Kozmofox story in video form. Does anyone have any great leaky desperation wetting videos I could see? I don’t see a good one often and Pornhub seems pretty far and between having good ones.
  14. Hey folks, first time posting in this section so please be nice 😅 I know you will 🤗 There is no great story here; I was lounging around at home watching the cricket, drinking a few beers, all the while allowing my desperation to build. Over after over passed and I could feel my bladder starting to strain, crotch grabbing and squirming wasn’t making any difference and before long a few drips escaped my defences, and soon after a small surge escaped. It was at that point I changed into my grey jean shorts, opened the floodgates and revelled in the naughtiness. I then snapped a few pics on the of chance someone might enjoy them 🤗
  15. Hey guys, no great story here unfortunately just a straight forward soaking with a few pics. Hope you enjoy.
  16. Man spends morning in a wet and messy diaper! Also if possible could someone please make a downloadable file version of this video?
  17. Here4theFun

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    From the album: Traditional art

  18. 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) ^^
  19. 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!
  20. Guy wets Blue Jean while walking around outside. Also if possible could someone please make a downloadable file version of this video?
  21. Hi all... So, I was born with Cerebral Palsy. I use a wheelchair all the time now. I used to walk with a walker or crutches when I was younger but those days are past. So my title is misleading, but not really. With my disability, even when I walked, going to the toilet was an event. It wasn't two minutes in and out. It took time. Combine that with the "Is there an accessible bathroom here?" and other things most people don't think about, it was something that i focused on, a lot, even before it became kink. So in this thread I will tell stories from my early years that brought me here. II know you guys will have questions, and that's cool. But in the interest of saving everyone time I'm going to cover the basics.. First a few ground rules: 1. No pity. I don't want it. 2. No telling me I'm brave or inspiring. I'm not. 3. I grew up in the 80s and 90s. I have long since tired of the ever-changing politically correct language in the disability community. In polite company I say handicapped, among friends I say words like crippled. I joke about my own disability. If that bothers you, this thread may be a bumpy ride. If you try to speech police me it will get bumpier. Now a quick list of answers to questions you didn't ask but will. Yes, I have worn diapers for reasons associated with my disability. Never for kink though because in my mind it is associated with my disability. Hospital, road trips where bathrooms weren't guaranteed, and post-surgery usually. Yes I used my disability to get away with wetting, though more so after it became kink than before. When I was younger there was guilt about someone else having to clean up a mess that I caused on purpose. As to whether my parents knew I did it on purpose: Yes sometimes, but it was usually with permission or at their request for convenience reasons. No, my parents never really punished me for accidents. At most frustration if it was preventable and my fault. My friends and peers mostly just thought it was a disability thing, and didn't care too much. Some of those who caught on to the fact that I was "allowed" to have accidents with little consequence expressed jealousy. Last but not least on the obvious questions: Yes I can have sex, everything works, I'm not paralyzed. Yes sometimes sex involves pee play. No I will not be telling those stories in public. Sorry. General stuff about me, I'm in my early 30s, I have an older sister who will be involved in my stories but the name I use will be fake, because I do not have her permission to write about her here. No, she's not into the kink. Yes, she knows I am. For the purposes of this topic her name is Valerie, and I am your host Erin. That is, in fact, my real name. I was control potty trained at two but I have in fact never gone an entire year in my life without a legitimate accident. As a teen i randomly became an accidental bed wetter again for a few years. So, to properly understand some of the stories I will tell in this thread you need to know that I am, and have always been, really small. I'm 4'8. You also need to understand that even when I could walk, my balance wasn't great. I fall. Never been seriously injured but I have sat in a puddle of my own pee whole looking at the toilet before. More than once. I move slow, I can't use a regular stall, I can't squat to pee outside, and my bladder is as small as the rest of me. That's the overly-long tour. Story in my next post.
  22. BlueWetter

    female Soaked shorts

    Hi everyone! So, I planned on doing this all afternoon.. It's been a while since I wet and was craving it.. I got home from work, changed into my pee shorts, and began letting spurts out.. I was at about a 7/10.. I started by grabbing myself and letting some pee go, then pulled my hand away, pressed my legs together and let go while standing on a towel in front of the shower, staring at the toilet... 😀 WOW, did it feel so good!!
  23. So, this occured when I was about seven, late in 1st grade if memory serves, though I don't quite recall the month. My mom and I had taken a trip to the local Eastridge, as I wanted to check out the Barnes and Noble. I had a need to pee, but it was just a slight twinge. Heading into the kids section, where all the other kids were, and two of the employees, in their late teens to early twenties, were there to supervise the five or so kids there, one of which was reading to the group while their parents shopped about. Alongside this, mom had come to buy a new pack or two of diapers and or Pull-Ups. As I shopped about, my mom patted me on the shoulder. She said "Chris, I'm gonna go and buy you some more diapers OK. Stay here and don't wander about, OK?" With a nod from me, she left. I, not really being interested in the rest of the store anyway, stayed in the kid aisle. It was a few minutes later that my need to pee from earlier had grown, and now I could feel a heavy pressure wanting to release into my pants. As I was sifting through some early chapter books, I placed one hand to the crotch of my sweatpants, trying to keep my hold on my bladder. I could feel a few dribbles slipping out, and hitting the crotch of my pants. I didn't know where the bathrooms were at the time, and alongside that, I wasn't comfortable using unknown bathrooms alone yet. At school yeah, but in a place like a store where I didn't know if my mom was in the same store or not, nope. Doing a bit of a potty dance at this point, I put the book I was reading down, and began looking for a private place to pee. Spotting some bean bag chairs in a corner, I quickly made sure no one was looking directly at me, plopped down on one, and let go. The pee spurted first, then turned into a full stream, as the front of my blue sweatpants darkened, as did the bean bag chair beneath me. A sense of relief, and warmth, washed over me as I emptied my young bladder into my pants and the chair. Once I was done, I stood up. The dark color of my pants obscured the pee stain, and you wouldn't really see it unless you were looking for it, and the orange, if memory serves, bean bag I had done my business atop had a decent sized pee stain on it as well. Once I was done, I swiftly scampered back to where I was reading. After a few more minutes, my mom returned, and got me into a fresh diaper.
  24. I don’t own any rights to life is strange, also, this is my first contribution to this cite, so, please do enjoy, and feel free to comment and critique. To those who have played through Life is Strange: Before the Storm, I am starting with Chloe and Rachel on the train, written in Rachel’s Point of View. Also, for the sake of this piece, and for my own comfort, Rachel, Chloe, and anyone else I may mention are 18+ and instead of it being a Highschool, Blackwell is a college. Sorry for the length, I kinda just went with the flow. Rachel’s desperate train ride I had just jumped on a train, with Chloe Price. I am ditching school, with Chloe Price. She is such a rebel, and I really don’t see what people have against her. She has no shame, hell, I was changing, and she walked in. I mean, I don’t mind, at all. I was just hoping to visit the restroom before she came in to give me my belt. But, perhaps it was Hella entertaining to see her walk in on me. She was definitely looking. But, that doesn’t change the fact that I didn’t get a chance to pee before coming on this train. I am sure I can hold it longer though, I just don’t want her to know. I just hope I can find a way to escape just long enough to find some relief with out drawing attention. The train suddenly shakes, and my need rises. When was the last time I went, cause, shit, I need to go. I notice Chloe looking over, I sit on the wooden box looking out of the train. “Pull up a chair Price, the view is amazing” “K…. Where is this going?” “I don’t know.” I cross my legs, not only to hide my need, but also to help hold it in. I need to go. Bad. “North? Maybe we will end up in Seattle!” Why did I wear jeans? If worst came to worst, if I wore my costume, or even some black sweats, may have been able to hide it did I did the worst thing imaginable, piss myself in front of the girl I actually really like. Not gonna lie, I hadn’t peed since last night, not cause I was lazy, but because I was too busy planning for today, and also, Fire walk. Damn, I want to catch my father in the act, but how bad would it be if I stop him, hate him for it, in soaked jeans. Shit, I really need to go. And Chloe, what will she think? What if she hates me for wetting myself like a little kid. I should have included a bathroom break in my plan. I have needed to pee since, god, since Firewalk. My bladder trembles as I start clenching at my crotch, How close am I really to pissing myself? “Rachel, you ok?” I look up to see a concerned look on chloe’s face, with maybe, a twist of something else? “Yeah, I’m fine, I just, I don’t know. Did you find a seat yet?” “Yeah, right here. Rachel, are you sure you are ok? You look like you need to-” “I said I was ok Price.” I gasp as a little bit comes out, Why didn’t I fucking go before getting on this train. “I think your lying to me. Rachel, When was the last time you-” “I think we should do something fun.” I decide to sit in the floor, doing everything I can to hold it in. But what Chloe said next Startled me, “V-Card’s been punched, Rachel. I’m sorry.” That was enough that some more came out. And took me everything not to lose complete control. “Wow” I honestly was thinking of two truths and a lie, but, like I said before, this girl has no shame. I’m sure if she were in my position she would have just told me. “Too far?” “Well, I don’t know.” “I see it caused you to, uh.” I look down to see a baseball sized patch on my crotch. “Yeah, I have needed to pee since, well, last night.” “You think you can make it until we get to, umm, wherever we are going.” “There isn’t even a bathroom there Price. I really don’t know.” “Rachel…. I” “Forget it Chloe, I just need to figure out what to do.” Things were silent for some time. I need to go so bad. How do I relieve myself without peeing myself in front of Chloe? Think Rachel, Think. “Hey, Rachel, I…… I think you should just.” “Do what Chloe? I’m on the verge of peeing myself. No one my age should even. Oh god Chloe.” I then notice her look down. Chloe was hiding something. “Just tell me Chloe.” She finally gives in. “I think you should just go right there. Honestly, You will feel better.” I was in shock, She thinks I should just do what I was avoiding doing. But, I can’t be mad at her. She can’t hide it from me. She wants to see me do this. I honestly want to just willingly let go, but, not with her there. “Chloe Price, You’re hella weird.” Her eyes go wide, “Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be weird, I just want to help and-” “Relax Chloe. So, when did you start to like to see people like me in this state?“ “What! No I Don’t!” “You can’t lie to me, Chloe.” God I need to go, so badly. “So, mind telling me something else about yourself? I could use a distraction from my bursting bladder.” “Well, I’m not really that interesting.” There is a pause as she tries desperately to change the topic. Meanwhile I’m trying desperately not to piss myself. Not yet anyway. “Well, It’s nice Rachel we’re having.” I laugh, “What!?” It hurts to hold it in. In fact, it seems I let a little more out. Enough to make the patch a tad bit larger. I notice Chloe’s eyes bulge a it, well that and her comment. “Uh, I meant Weather. Nice weather. And, uh. yeah.” It almost seems ok to let it go knowing she would enjoy it, but I still can’t just let go. I have always been Bladder shy, guess I never really noticed it until she wanted me to just release on command. However, laughing did help release a bit. “Chloe, I need to go so bad.” “Why not just let go. Might make the rest of our trip to….. mystery place, easier.” “Hella easier.” “Hella? Who says that anymore?” “It’s a Cali thing.” “California?” “Long beach, Also Ambidextrous.” “No Shit.” “I was going to use them in a game of two truths and a lie, but it looks like my bladder had other plans.” “How bad do you need to go anyway?” “Very, It hurts to hold it in.” “Just let it go. I don’t like seeing you in pain.” “I can’t, even if I try I won’t be able to with, well, other people around. besides, as much as you don’t like me in pain, you sure don’t mind walking into my dressing room without flowers.” “You wanted a belt, perhaps if you loosen it or tighten it you could.” “No, I think I should just make a deal with you Price.” “Excuse me?” “It seems that when I laugh I am able to relieve myself, as I know you saw.” “Umm. So I make you laugh and you wet, right?” “Deal is, I let you find my one ticklish spot, and let you see me pee myself if you promise me that before we both head back home, you piss yourself.” “Rachel Amber, You are hella weird. I promise.” “Pinky Promise?” We locked pinkies. Things are turning out better than I thought, my biggest mistake, What I thought might be the way things ended with her, this may be how we bond. I never thought I, at my age, would be peeing myself, and maybe liking it? “Well, I guess this is our game now. Where is Rachel Amber ticklish. One right answer. Feel free to search away.” I am most ticklish on my feet. Which is why I never wear sandals or flipflops. I don’t want people seeing my most valuable parts, except when I am on stage. When I am Prospera, I don’t mind being barefoot. I only want the right people looking at them for the right reasons, like if Chloe were to look at them when I need to pee this bad. But I still tend to try to get shoes on as soon as possible because I swear the next time I catch someone staring at my feet. Except Chloe, and maybe even Steph Gingrich, the nerd lesbian in our school. I wonder how she would have responded to this situation. Not in the way Chloe has I am sure. God Chloe, quit starring, just start searching. “So, my first guess is….” She starts scanning my body, I swear she was purposefully staring at my chest a couple of time. A natural Chloe Price move. “Armpits.” I take off my flannel shirt and lift my arms up. “Try it yourself.” She starts scratching, but to no avail. It might kill my bladder, but the tease is on. “Damn, sides?” She lifts up my shirt enough to access my sides. My bladder is Aching. Come on Chloe, I really need the relief. “How bout this. You guess this next time, I tell you the story of any other people on campus I saw wet.” I wink “Might have a certain someone at fire walk on that list.” She perks up, “I did not!” “If you guess right, you just may find out.” “Shit, okay… umm…” She reaches over and starts untying my shoes. Relief here I come. “You must be ticklish here Rachel.” She starts taking off shoes and socks. And my bladder is just dying of anticipation. She found my relief. All I can do is smile. “Try it out Price, today may just be your lucky day.” As soon as she starts scratching I scream out in laughter. My bladder lets spurts out little at a time until I stop Chloe, because finally, my bladder wont stop emptying. So much relief. I can’t help but cry as the pain starts slowly going away. I stand up and allow Chloe the show that she had been dying to see. Feeling the warmth run down my legs, soaking up every spot it came across. It was amazing, and now I am questioning why I never tried this before. All was silent, except for the sound of urine pouring down to the floor. Once the stream died down to a pitter-patter, and then halted, Chloe spoke up. “I am so sorry for putting you through this. You really must have needed to go and-” “Chloe Price, you don’t need to be sorry. Besides, you still owe me a wetting yourself. And lets hope you aren’t pee shy like I am, cause that is painful.” “Oh, yeah. And you owe me stories. Oh, and don’t worry, no pee shyness here.” There was silence for quite some time. I look at the damage. The entire back side is soaked and so is most of the front. Honestly, if this were to have happened in front of anyone else, I would have been embarrassed. But not with Chloe. She just continued to stare at my mess in awe. I decide to speak up “It, actually felt pretty nice. You might be seeing a lot more of this out of me Chloe.” She smiles, “Rachel Amber, you look hot in those soaked jeans.” “How hot?” “Hella Hot.” We laugh as my piss stained jeans glistened in the sun light entering the train. I looked out, and saw the park my father would be going to be, presumably. “We’re here!” “Where?” “Jump and find out!” “What about the stories?” “I’ll tell you as you start to show signs of desperation.” “Alright, Fuck it.” Chloe jumped out, I follow, hoping this day will only get more and more interesting. Once again, sorry about the length. If the demand is high enough I may continue this. Who has Rachel seen wet? Could she have been behind the reason behind some of them? How will Rachel react to seeing Chloe peeing herself? And who was it at Firewalk that Rachel saw piss themself?
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    Satori was unable to upload this for some technical reason, but thankfully was able to send it to me, so I'm now uploading it on his behalf! Thanks Satori! !!!!NUDITY WARNING!!!! Many girls take their wet panties off and get in the shower. This is a Jade vid from a few months ago.. Many scenarios: JKs either desperate coming home, locked out of bathroom, kept busy with homework or laundry etc. and they all end up soaking themselves! Sorry no thumbnails, but it's taken a whole day just to get this video! Probably one of the best JAVs I've ever seen. Enjoy :)

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