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  1. seeds2345

    Fun ways to pee/wet :)

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

    Nanako's Diary vol. 1

    Version 1.0.0

    570 downloads

    Volume 1.

    Free

  5. I Currently have certain purchased videos from the Jade website. Namely: DLFF 140 Summer Balcony Pleasures all three parts. DLEE 151 Leaking from Pants Vol2. all three parts. DLEE 126 Friend Pissed in the Car. all three parts. DLJG 289 Amateur Pissing show 50. all three parts. DLFF 120 Unopenable Toilet. all three parts. DLEMZD 02 Hot Girls roaming around twon with Piss; Shit in their pants. Vol2. all three parts. Not sure what is duplicated here already, but if there is anything you would like me to upload. Just say.
  6. whiteblack

    Shikkin128

    Version 1.0.0

    523 downloads

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

    Free

  7. I swear to god this was supposed to be a ripoff of that one Asuna story that had the terrible English that was posted a while back! But stuff happened in the writing process, and I ended up turning it into an entirely different story that had nothing to do with the work that inspired it. The prologue is a little short, but it's full of... action, so to speak. Not of the fetish variety, however - that'll start in chapter one. The general progression of fetish content will be betwetting -> daytime wetting -> diapers -> messing. Also, in case you missed the tag, Kirito is female in this and it's not set in the canon SAO world. The FemKirito is also going to have an original personality, but that'll just make her more interesting since normal Kirito is bland. Finally, and I shouldn't have to mention this on an anime site, but I will just in case: this scene will highlight the pressures of upper class Japanese society. It's gonna seem unfair and drastic by American standards, but trust me, this sort of stuff is relatively normal over there. Anyway, go ahead and read if none of that bothers you. Asuna’s Descent into Diaperhood Prologue: Fallout “Asuna. There’s a man I would like you to meet soon,” Yuuki Shouzou called out to his daughter from across the white clothed dinner table one chilly spring night. Even just from that, the youngest child of the Yuuki family already knew exactly what this would be about. The mere thought of it alone disgusted her to her very core, but she couldn’t make her inner revulsion or the reason for it known. So rather than showing her disdain, the chestnut-eyed girl kept her face perfectly neutral and pretended she was unaware of what he was trying to do. She looked up from her gold-painted porcelain plate of and made eye contact with him. She absently noted that he had yet to change out of his work suit and tie as she asked a simple, “Why?” His brown eyes widened at the question. It was clear that he hadn’t been expecting her to say anything other than an affirmative answer. But if he was doing what she knew he was doing, than she would sooner be disowned than to go along with it. Which, given the circumstances, could be entirely possible if her family found out the reason why she planned to refuse. “You’re already fifteen. You’re becoming a fine young woman,” he told her, his earlier surprise melting into a kind, proud smile. “You’re of the age where you need to start considering your future. It’s time to find you a suitable husband to spend your life with.” And there it is. Asuna had been right on the money. She had to strain herself greatly in order to keep her facial expression from showing her inner emotions, lest they make the truth clear. This “meeting with a man” would be an omiai – a meeting to set her up with a husband she’d never even met before. She didn’t want to get married at all, ever, for any reason. But the idea of getting married to a stranger was even worse! Her older brother sitting next to her at the table had warned her this would be coming soon a few days prior. In fact, he was the one who reassured her that she had the option to refuse. She hadn’t originally thought it would have made a difference, but he’d told her that her father wouldn’t force her if she didn’t want to. Her brother, Kouichirou, knew the reason why she didn’t want to, and so he gave her the strength to face this situation head on and advocate for herself. But that didn’t make it easy. She’d never gone against what her parents had suggested or instructed before this! It was absolutely terrifying… she looked over at her brown-haired older brother for support. He was already looking her way, smiling gently. He nodded his head, silently telling her to go ahead and say what she needed to say. It strengthened her resolve. She turned back to her father, took a deep breath, and uttered the phrase she’d been practicing in her bedroom mirror all weekend. “I have been considering my future, father… and marriage isn’t in it.” His smile quickly gave way as he dropped his jaw in shock. Even Asuna’s mother, whose expression always seemed dull and lifeless, did a double take at what she’d just heard. Her daughter had never even talked back to them, much less rejected any of the things they’d done for her. This was completely unprecedented. And Yuuki Kyouko was not about to let this matter go, not after she personally selected the husband from the finest doctors in the hospital they ran. “Excuse you?” Her daughter looked her dead in the eye, gulped, and then boldly said, “Judging by that reaction, I don’t think you misheard me. I will not get married, mother. Not this or any year.” Kyouko balked. The nerve! To think that her daughter actually had the brazen audacity to talk to her that way! She had heard enough. The female head of the Yuuki household would not tolerate being so blatantly disrespected by her own child! “How dare you? You have no right to say that to us!” she verbally exploded, slamming her hand down on the table and shaking all the tableware. “You are our daughter, and you will do as we say!” Her words and actions caused her chestnut-haired daughter to flinch back and gape in fear. It looked like she wouldn’t be offering any resistance whatsoever. Good, that meant that everything would soon be as it should once again— “Sorry to say this, mother, but it’s actually you who doesn’t have the right to say that to her,” her son retorted in his sister’s place, his steely expression not matching his jovial tone. “You see, there’s this thing in Japan called the age of consent. Ever heard of it? Once you reach a certain age, you are responsible for accepting or declining advances and marriage proposals. You know what that age is? Thirteen. And how old is Asuna? Fifteen. You have no authority here. You can’t force her.” When he said the ages, his voice was laced with pure contempt like Kyouko had never heard from him in his entire life. He’d never addressed anyone with even a trace of disrespect before this as far as she knew. And then when he said the last sentence, he did it in a singsong voice, almost as if he were gloating about it. Both of her children were rebelling at once over the exact same issue. And to compound her misery, as her son had oh so helpfully pointed out, she didn’t have the legal authority to do anything about it. But what she could do… “This house has no place for a daughter who will not respect their parents’ wishes!” she shot back, her voice blazing with rage. “If she won’t do as we have instructed, she will have to find another place to live and another school to go to, because we certainly won’t be paying her tuition!” There, it was done. Now Asuna would have no choice but to back down, and— oh. Oh, no. When Kyouko looked back at her daughter, she no longer saw the face of someone terrified of the consequences of her actions. She saw the face of someone resolved in her convictions. The Yuuki sister spoke in a calm, measured tone, with words that cut like a katana. “I would sooner leave this family than sign away my happiness to someone I don’t love. My heart has no place for a mother who does not respect my wishes, and I will not miss you when I’m gone.” In the span of one conversation, everything fell apart at once. Her words stung, even more so because her own husband had chosen to stay silent – he hadn’t even tried to defend her. She had been disrespected by her own son and utterly rejected by her daughter, and he didn’t so much as scold either of them. It was as if he cared about the children more than he did about her… damn it! “Fine. You have until midnight to pack your belongings and leave. I don’t care where you go, you will not be welcome here anymore.” After saying her piece, Kyouko stood up and made for the exit. As she walked away, her son called out to her. But not to apologize or ask her to reconsider, nothing of the sort. What he decided to say was far less eloquent than that. “Fuck you too, mom! You can forget about me taking over the hospital, you’ve just shown me it’s not worth the effort!” he shouted despite her still being in the room. And to add the ultimate insult to the most painful of injuries, the first thing her husband said, rather than a scolding for her son, was this: “Asuna, I’ll find you a nice place to stay until everyone’s emotions have cooled down. But this divide will take time to heal. I’m sorry that I can’t do more for you.” It took everything the female head of house had not to break down crying as she left the room. It seemed that not a single person in her family was on her side. Gotta say, I'm actually pleased with my execution of this scene. Yeah, I wrote a shitty thing happening, but I liked the writing itself. Aaaaaaanyway, I need to sleep. Please leave a comment telling me what you thought, and I'll catch you later!
  8. **NOTE: This is a story I wrote for ME. I have finished it and will publish it in parts. Here’s the first: CHAPTER 1 Sasha was a good and very attractive store manager. Assistant manager that is of the hardware store. She was tan, Puerto Rican and a body like a Victoria secret model. All day in the hardware store where she was the only professionally dressed one she wore a black jacket, black boots, gray dress pants and tied her hair in a ponytail. She had worked half of her twelve hour shift and was already feeling those coffees from this morning reaching their limit in her. Her legs could not stay still as she tumbled around everyone on the busy Memorial Day weekend. “Don’t block the door please!” She said as she headed out of the back room turning towards the bathroom. Right there she was stopped by an old lady employee named Dana who blocked the bathroom door to chat. “Oh hey Sasha. Hey did you...” But Sasha squirmed in place annoyed not caring what her worker was saying. She wanted to tell her to move it or I’m going to explode in my pants like a bursting water dam! Jess worked in paint and was sort of a heavy girl but the weight was on all the right places. Tight white pants and black shoes and light blue tight shirt around those big breasts that made guys jump out of their pants. In her late twenties as well, Jess almost peed herself multiple times at work and knew the humiliation would be too much to handle. But as she mixed paint she moaned every now and again cause her pants dug into her waist. Feeling like a stream would leak out and she slouched trying to hold it. Jorey was almost at work. A garden associate, she was average looking but very pretty and a cool girl to talk to. Thin, but cute face with glasses, tied up brown hair, jean shorts that were tight as hell and made this hot day worse, and a blue shirt with her black shoes. Her father hogged the bathroom all morning so she was still holding in a load of pee in her. Since her car was broken her sister drove her to work, good thing she be out at closing because everyone in her house worked late too and she wold not have any rides. Jorey asked, “Ana can you drive faster!” She grunted. “I’m going to freaking piss my pants. Hurry up!” She felt her bloated belly push against her tight jean shorts, her exposed white legs crossing. “We’re going speed limit chill!” After a while they turned into the store and Jorey said bye to her sister as she raced out of the car. She sprinted by Jess and Sasha who both squirmed (Sasha was called to the front desk before getting to go) and Jorey did not have a lot of strength left. She lost so much weight staying on a vegetarian and fiber diet but strength lacked. With her legs tight closed as she tumbled she reached the bathroom but “No no no no no!” Jorey shook in fear as a CLOSED FOR CLEANING sign blocked the women’s room. Jorey in humiliation squirmed in place. She’s never had to pee so bad. It was a boiling heavy load wanting to escape NOW! People watching and giggling at her desperation made this so bad and embarrassing she couldn’t imagine how bad an actual accident would be. Her heart raced as panic ruptured through her only making it harder to hold. “E-excusse me!” She said form outside the door to the male janitor sweeping the floor. “Are you almost done yet??” She could barely focus as she sweat and squirmed like hell. She need that bathroom NOW! ”I’m cleaning,” he said. Jorey was sweating, shaking, lips trembled, filled with fear, nervousness and a lot of pee! She bounced. “I’m kind of fighting a losing battle out here!” She almost burst right there as tremendous pain roared that was a huge sting trying to stab out of her. “One second sweets !” The old janitor said. He flushed the toilet to clean out with the chemical inside and the flushing sounds almost made Jorey explode. Her eyes widened from the pain and panic. “Oh come on come on come on!!” She said. He left and she ran in so fast. She slammed the stall door closed, unbuttoned her jeans, felt two small drops hit her panties as she was bursting. Everything was off just in time as a stream so powerful shot out of her into the toilet and splashing the water like madness. “AHHHHHHH!” Jorey moaned in a calm relief. No accident. She felt the painful pressure vanish as her belly deflated. Thank God. She needed this job for school. But no way anyone shows their face after an accident like that. Amazed that she went so much the water actually filled and hit her butt cheeks. She wiped, flushed, out to work. Outside the stalls, all were occupied and a girl ran past Jorey into hers. Jess and Sasha stood behind two customers in lines squirming. They looked so sad. Their hearts racing as they held their loads of urine in impatience and agony. Jorey clocked in and walked down to then stores garden wing. “Jorey!” Her Department manager Beth said as she ran past all the customers. “Thank God you’re here! We had one call out and Justin got fired this morning so we’re very short. Stay on the ball today ok?” “Roger that.” Said Jorey as she saluted smiling. Jorey was told to start lifting sacks of fertilizer onto the shelf. She did, and each lift on this hot day made her sweat and become very dehydrated. Her coworker with a weird crush on her, John, walked over and offered her a water from the fridge. “Oh thank you!” She said. She gulped it down so fast. To be continued....
  9. 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?
  10. WetPantyGirl

    female Desperate on a Train

    It was doing Easter this year when I took a couple of days off from work and decided to visit my mother, who lives a couple of hours away… I was there a handful of days and the visit was lovely, however I guess that’s not the reason why you’re here? Let’s skip forward a couple of days, to the day when I was going back home. As many times before I was traveling by train and having kissed my mom goodbye we were waiving at each other as the train started to accelerate and left the station. I quickly located my seat in the business class cart (I always travel business class, as I struggle with being shy and there are always far less people in business class) and it wasn’t long before the conductor was there to check my ticket. The conductor was a tall middle age man in a stiff uniform, who kindly informed me that the toilet system on the train was out of order so if I had to use the bathroom I would have to inform him and he would make sure that the train would wait for me a the next station while I used the ladies room there otherwise we would be making a longer stop in Vejle (Danish town) where there would be plenty of time for that sort of thing. Having heard that I was staring to regret drink a whole bottle of coke zero on drive to the train station but there wasn’t really much I could do about it now. I didn’t really have to pee but as I had a hard time not thinking about my newly discovered inability to use the toilet, I slowly felt a small urge to pee building up as the time slowly passed. Listening to music and trying not to thing about the broken toilet or me slight urge to pee, I knew that I had to drink something was the temperature in the cart was pretty high and I was sitting in the sunny side of the train. The first hour passed as I regularly sipped some cold water from a bottle however the small urged had slowly been growing and it was starting to get quite uncomfortable. With a hand hold my crotch I looked up the train schedule on my phone and to my horror discovered that we wouldn’t be in Vejle for another hour! Doubting that I would be able to hold it for another hour I was worried that I would might end up with a pair of wet shorts. I knew that I could contact the conductor and tell him that I had to pee but for a shy girl like me, that nothing something you can just do. Sitting in my seat with crossed legs and a hand firmly planted between them I was watching the minutes slowly pass by as we made a bunch of stop at smaller stations, each time regretting that I did got off the pee! Tortured by a full bladder, I had about 35 minutes left when I knew for certain that I wasn’t going to make it however as I was building up courage to tell the conductor that I had to pee, he suddenly walked through the cart telling everyone that someone else had requested a pee-stop and that we would be stopping shortly. I almost couldn’t believe it, I would be able to use the restroom! The though alone almost made me pee my pants as knowing that I would soon get to pee, make the urge so much bigger! As the train pulled into the station, I was already standing at the door, still with and hard between my legs, ready to jump out and head towards the restrooms! As the train came to a stop, I had completely forgotten everything about that last powerful tug that it makes every time it stops (you know the one) and I almost fell over and was soooooo freaking close to losing control and pissing my tight shorts. I even think that a small squirt of pee managed to escape my bladder and rush into my panties, but I had no time to waste and I was soon out of the train and on my way towards the restroom! However, that unfortunate surprise had make a huge impact on my bladder and I was struggling to stay in control as I rushed across the platform. Down the stairs, under the rail and towards the station building I finally reached the restroom but almost started crying when I saw two women standing in a line, in front of the stall. I had to pee sooo bad and at that point I was tempted to just give up and piss my pants! Biting my lip and holding my crotch, I was finally first in line when suddenly felt my urethra filling up with pee. I instantly panicked and did everything in could to hold back the stream. However, with the uncomfortable feeling of my urethra being full I very carefully let out that small squirt of pee into my tight panties however as soon as I did that, I could feel my urethra filling up again! I did my best to hold it back, but another squirt eventually escaped into my damp panties followed by one or two more! However just as I though that all hope was lost I heard the sound of a stall unlocking and as soon as the stall was free, I rushed in slammed the door, unzipped my shorts, pulled down my panties and barely made it unto the toilet before a strong stream of pee started spraying out of me and directly into to toilet! I looked down to inspect the damage of my panties and found a dark and wet patch inside my tight gray panties, about the size of my hand but even though it left and strange/sticky and uncomfortable feeling around my crotch, I was just happy that had managed to save that… More or less… From getting completely soaked!
  11. 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.
  12. So this occurred to me back in 2005, back when I was in 2nd Grade at Saint John Vianney. It was on this day that, while I was in Pull-Ups, I had secreted away a stash of old underwear (that still fit me) in my Pull-Ups. So, after getting dropped off, I resisted going to the bathroom, cause I had a plan. I squeezed my legs, pressed my butt into the seat, everything, as the pressure slowly built up in my bladder and bowels. My guts rumbled and my bladder tingled as time went on. It was during the half-way mark of recess that I was close to bursting. A heavy pressure was on my bowels, as well as my bladder. Aside from a few droplets into my PullUp, I had everything else contained. Heading into the bathroom, I made sure no one in my class or our sister class was coming in before I waddled into the stall. I felt my control slip a bit as a smidgen of poop began crowning and a few droplets more leaked out. Once I was in the stall, I slid my khaki's and damp PullUp down my legs and off, setting them on the floor by me feet. This left me in my school uniform polo, this one was the green one I think, my white tank-top, my socks, and my Velcroed shoes, Looking behind me I saw my poop slowly sliding out. Quickly snatching my underwear from my PullUps, I slid them on, and sat on the toilet. My bladder was the first to go, quickly and rapidly soaking the front of my greyish underwear, the wet spot expanding outwards, the rest that wasn't absorbed by the cotton filtered out into the toilet below. Next were my bowels. With barely a grunt and push, the warm mush began filling up the back. Once I was finished, I slid my ruined underwear off, and wiped up with the toilet paper. Once I got my PullUp and pants back on, I peeked out, and once I was sure the coast was clear, I tossed my stained undies into the trash, Washing my hands, I left to continue my day.
  13. Lisk

    [E]MojiQue

    Version Release

    6,733 downloads

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

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  14. Răzvan2000

    Dom & sub couple

    The story is about a couple between two partners(bf-boyfriend;gf-girlfriend) who are both into Omo but also into BDSM, so when someone needs to pee, he/she has to get permission from the other to go pee. Well this is all about in this story. It all started yesterday(Sunday) when the bf asked his gf to go and watch a movie with her but not before their bet she said after. The bet was about who's gonna win a boxing match, and the loser has to be the submissive for the next week and the winner, the Dominant. And of course she was the winner and now the bf is in her control/dominance. She agreed to go and watch a movie with him but only if he follows some ''rules'' of her. And the rule is that he has to stay together with her for the rest of the movie which will be almost 4 hours long. So that means two things: wherever she goes he must follow her and he can't go anywhere without her. The next day(Monday) They arrived at the cinema and took their seats and the movie was about to start. It was 14:55 and the movie starts at 15:00 and ends at 19:00 and TECHNICALLY there are no breaks so they're not going anywhere, neither him because of the rule. The film has started and the bf was drinking a large soda after he was drinking so much coffee earlier that day. And also he remembered that he hasn't used the toilet before they left. And that panicked him since he can't go anywhere without her gf under any circumstances even if he has urge to pee. After 10 minutes, just a little pain in his bladder. After another 10 minutes, 5/10. He started to squirm in his seat but his gf didn't notice anything. After 30 minutes, his bladder was almost full(8/10) and that means that he has to pee really bad. He tried to ask her that he wants to use the restroom and see the results. Him: excuse me, babe! Her: what? Him: I have to pee so badly, can I go? TO BE CONTINUED
  15. Dimwitrolo

    Bored and in my Bedroom

    Hey Nerds! I'm Jessie, and I'm bored! Completely Bored. Like absolutely bored. I got a week off work, but all my plans kinda fell through. And now into day two, I'm bored out my mind. I figured you guys could tell me what to do! yes I agree, it was an excellent idea. Not really too many limits, so long as you keep it in the realm of reality! Oh, and don't make the first response be 'Uuu get nekkid', because it ain't going to happen! Straight away, at least... And GO!
  16. Greetings, once more! And welcome to the third iteration of Faust's interactive Stories! Faust felt it would be best to dive back into this kind of thing with a renewed vigor, and some balance from things he's learned from the previous two interactives...As they were both quite experimental. As such, welcome to Faust's Interactive Stories 3! Promising more adventures, more lewdities, and more stories! Rules, and mild changes coming up shortly.... ================================================================================================================================================== [Worlds] [This is the selection for what world the interactive story will take place in. As you'll see, some places return, while others are brand new] Another Note: (For those looking for lewdity, in a scholastic setting. Days in this world will follow a brief morning (Depending on the character), Followed by Schooltimes. [In several segments], and end a short bit after returning from school.) Family Featurettes: (Will usually involve home life with a selected character's family, and occasionally a small vacation! Certain characters will get more out of this than others. Tend to have an average Morning, an average day, and an average night. (Subject to Vacationing)) Faust's Holiday Fun: (As expected, these days are selected to celebrate a holiday with specified characters. Christmas Parties, Thanksgiving Dinners, and the like. A mixture of lewdity, and casual home life. Tend to have a segment last longer than the others, depending on the Holiday) Magic Academy's Pleasure District: (A setting inside of the Magical Academy story, for those who wish to be adventurous with some lewdity! Details may or may not carry over to the actual Magic Academy Interactive. Have an average day segment, and a lengthy night segment, with a nearly-non-existent morning) Beach Adventures: (A setting returning from the old one. Sun, Sand, and fun...without a bathroom for miles. A fun place to relax with up to 5 other characters! An early morning optional, but a Hefty daytime segment, with a very brief night) Author's Choice: (Similar to a Blind-Draw, This setting leaves it up to the Author to pick out a world. May be old, or new, times vary. If a world strikes a chord, it may even become selectable for future segments.) Faust's Town Adventures: (A segment with an average time all around, with the selected individuals, going around town doing various normal things. Meant for enjoying things on a day off from the Scholastic system.) Private Bedroom: (For that special vulgar scene with characters of your choosing. Very restrictive.....Must have 5 Hearts of affection to invite someone here.) AuthorFaust's Fateful One-Shots: (For when you just want to request a special scene. If enough votes pick it up, it'll be written... Or if the Author likes it enough. Running times Vary considerably.) ???: (Locked!! Do 2 runs as Faust to unlock) ???: (Locked!! Do A run as a Magical Academy Student to unlock) Movie Adventures: (Go to the Movies with a character of your choice! Drinks and popcorn are provided! Watch a scene picked out by either the Commenters, or Author, and wait for the magic to happen. Runtimes of movies will vary, but usually put your companion in Dire need.) =============================================================================================================================================== [Character Selection:] (This is where you'll select who you play as during said stories. While options are a bit different than before, a few notable details are to be read...) Faustus Necromonium: [Male] [A seemingly average boy with short forest green hair, and an unimpressive build.. Faust is the Familiar figure of the stories, and constant target of various happenstances. One with a healthy taste for the lewd, but kind enough to help out others when he can. If he could get out from under Saril's Thumb, he might...] (Able to be used in any plot except Magic Academy Pleasure District) Yuno Gasai: [Female] [The shapely, twintailed pinkette, with a cutesy manner of speaking, and a distressing past...Everyone knows who Yuno is, and it seems a wide variety of people have their eyes on her. However, her eyes are only on.....] (Will rarely involve herself in lewdity with anyone but Faust. Stories with her may center more around Faust (Or Fauxst) more than others. Cannot be used in Magic Academy Pleasure District.) Wynn Tatsumaki: [Female] [A girl with a modest figure, and long green hair in a ponytail. With an overwhelmingly embarrassing family, and a stern attitude, one would be forgiven for seeing her as cold. However, beneath her stern exterior hides a girl with a firm penchant for holding...] (A bit harder to coerce into inciting lewdity in....But, far more likely to remain focused when at high bladder amounts. Cannot be used in Magic Academy Pleasure district.) Eoria Karakuri: [Female] [A girl with long silver hair, a modest figure, and a nearly unquenchable lust for science.....and a barely concealed naughty side. Co-Creator of O.M.O.R.A., and always working on something new...) (Runs with Eoria may contain an experimental item to utilize. Cannot be used for Magic Academy's pleasure district.) Saiga Giriko: [Female] [A girl with crimson hair, a sizable figure, and an apt hand for mechanics. Co-Creator of O.M.O.R.A., and a self-proclaimed domme, Saiga is one of the few not into the idea of wetting herself, and is much less....open with her lusts than some others... (Lust fills slower as Saiga. Does not enjoy wetting herself. Cannot be used for Magic Academy's pleasure district. Can temporarily modify O.M.O.R.A. in her runs.) Chiwa Harusaki: [Female] [A petite girl with orange hair, tied into ear-like twintails, and a taste for the lewd. What she lacks in curves, she more than makes up for in enthusiasm. (Cannot be used for Magic Academy's Pleasure District. Can carry 3 items in a run, instead of 2. Is also more proficient in using items, leading to a smaller cooldown...) Juuni Neptunia: [Female] [A petite girl with short purple hair, and a usually perky-nature... Who tends to run her mouth a bit more than she would like. Most certainly does not enjoy the affections of her 'Brother' <Actually Cousin> Faustus in an impure manner. Tends to overdo it sometimes.....] (Cannot be used in the Magic Academy's Pleasure district. Bladder meter fills a bit faster as Juuni..) Arthoria Faustus: [Male] [5th Ranked at the Magical Academy, and assistant to Saril's Special Show: Hold it! Omo-Idol. Runs the Black-Light District of Magical Academy. Probably needs a drink.] (Cannot be used for Another Note. May come with a variety of 'Spells.' May uncover new Magic Academy Characters to command...) Yonyu Bengane: [Female] (102nd ranked at Magic Academy, and the unofficial Librarian. A modest figure, concealed by many different garments, and a pair of glasses hide her true intentions, whatever they might be. And yet, something about her seems.... Ayano: [Female] (100th Ranked at Magic Academy, and the most prominent of the Black-Light students. Has a bit of a...dangerous disposition about her, and a venomous side underneath an innocent schoolgirl Facade...) (Does not play nice with other girls. Options may be a bit crueler than expected, with some exceptions. Cannot be used for Family Featurettes...) Lyna Hikari: [Female] (A shapely girl with silver hair, who's spent most of her life in a church dedicated to complete chastity and purity......And was transferred to a normal school by a certain Supernatural Hunter's efforts. Very inexperienced, and innocent, but eager to make new friends...) [Cannot be used in Magical Academy Pleasure District. More sensitive to lust than others...] ???: [More to be unlocked] ============================================================================================================================================= [Ratings:] (These are mostly the same.....with a few, minor changes...) Plot: Now almost Strictly for story purposes. Lewdity is to an absolute minimum, and stories with this will contain very little naughty fun. (Stories may be shorter than actual plotlines) Lewd: A nice baseline for stories, with a smidgen of lewdity, but rarely things too inappropriate. Accidents are more likely, while aftermath can usually be dealt with off-screen.... And the lightest of touching, while still keeping to plots. Naughty: A bit lewder than lewd, this rating incites more accidents, and some more intimate scenarioes...without going into complete, full-on smut. One can expect a bit more skinship, but no actual, on-screen intercourse...... Though, one may still have lewd, naughty releases... Vulgar: A vulgar setting, where touching, wetting, and other vulgar activities are rather mundane, and expected. One can properly perform vulgar acts in this plotline, without fade-outs, or other censors. Adult Fantasy: A plotline more akin to a smutty film. Contrived coincidences to maximize the amount of Vulgarity are commonplace, and the more absurd sort of situations may occur, leading to maximum Vulgarity... ================================================================================================================================================= Items: (This subject remains similar, with characters allowed to utilize 2 items per story. (Except when otherwise indicated.), and may have Rating restrictions. Items cooldowns may vary...) [Item List!] Omo-Weekly Magazine: A naughty magazine, featuring several girls in...Desperate, or wet Scenes. Useful for tension relief, or Libido rising. [Naughty or higher rating] (2 Story Cooldown) Diuretic: A Diuretic, that can be put into any drink, and amp up someone's frequency of piddle urges. Will rust all but the strongest of bladders. [Lewd or Higher] (1 Story Cooldown) Aphrodisiac: Makes even the most prudish individuals needy for Lewd release. [Naughty or Higher] [3 Story Cooldown] Laxative: Makes even the most strong stomachs crumble, and bottoms quiver. Can be slipped into a drink to distract another person, or to amp up your own desperation..But why would you wanna do that? [Naughty or Higher Rating required.] (3 story Cooldown] Soft Taco: NOT the same as the ones from the school. Will make your rump need to expel gas at least once a time frame, or risk something far worse [Lewd or Higher rating.] [2 Story Cooldown] Stomach Pills: Can Calm even the most vicious of tummy Troubles.....But won't remove any need you have. Only keep it from getting Worse [3 Story Cooldown] Diaper: For when you just can't be bothered to find a toilet....This one-use diaper will contain an accident...But, it risks IMMENSE embarrassment if discovered wearing it. [Naughty or Higher. 4 Story Cooldown.] Desperation Visor: Something that goes over the eyes..and lets you examine the bladder levels of any passing people you focus on long enough. May make you look a bit silly though. [Lewd or Higher. 2 Story Cooldown.] Spare panties: An extra pair of garments, when you've had an accident..but didn't bring something to carry them in! Come in a variety of styles...with small effects for each one. [2 Story Cooldown.] Bottle of [Water]: A seemingly innocuous bottle of water....[is it really water?]. While it provides refreshment, perhaps the bottle could be used afterward for something. [No Cooldown. May sometimes incite random effects.] "Toy": A toy meant to incite lust in an individual, but certainly not appropriate for children.. [Naughty or Higher] (3 Story Cooldown.) Author's Helping Hand: May be used when a Decision is brought up once per story, to get a guide of what effects a decision may have. [5 Story Cooldown] Paradoxical Blessing: A blessing that will Randomize all of your conditions! Results may vary. Overuse may lead to accidental summoning...[6 Story cooldown] [Others to Come] =============================================================================================================================================== Affections Meters: (This is a Segment to determine a character's Affection for one of the male leads! Higher Affections may lead to certain scenes easier. For the sake of comfort, only 3 heart and above will be listed..] Faustus Necromonium: 4 Hearts: Yuno Gasai, Youmu Konpaku, Lillica Plumb 3 Hearts: Flandmir Treepes, Juuni Neptunia Arthoria Faustus: 4 Hearts: ???, ??? 3 Hearts: Ayano, Yonyu Bengane ???: ??? ================================================================================================================================================= [Achievements!] (Due to Popular Demand, This feature will be returning from the first interactive. However, they are mostly cosmetic this time, save for a few certain ones... [KA-CHING] (Hat Trick): Have Faust's Interactives Reach it's 3rd Iteration. [Future Achievements:] [Naming Scheme]: ??? [The Obvious]: ??? [I wanna go on an Adventure!]: ??? [What could possibly go Wrong?]: ??? [Oh.]: ??? [Prepared!]: ??? [I need a freaking Drink]: ??? [They DO Exist!]: ??? [I Get that Reference!]: ??? [Holy...!]: ??? [Futility]: ??? [But that's Forbidden Love!]: ??? [You were Warned]: ??? [Faust's Head Hurts]: ??? [The Wonders of Technology]: ??? [The Spot]: ??? [You're Going to Hell]: ??? [Last one There Wins]: ??? [Ya'll Need Jesus]: ??? [Tone Shift!]:??? [Dumbass]: ??? [Smartass]: ??? [Thank you, may I have another?]: ??? [I've made a Mistake]: ??? [REFERENCES!]: ??? [Pun-ishment]: ??? [Unexpected]: ??? [Wuvvy-Duvvy]: ??? [This Sucks]: ??? [What a Mess]: ??? [Unlimited Salt Works]: ??? [Taboo]: ??? [Primal Urges]: ??? [That's not how it works!]: ??? [Oh Thank God]: ??? [OH COME ON]: ??? [Why?]: ??? [Y tho?]: ??? [Okay.]: ??? [I love you]: ??? [And Many More!] ================================================================================================================================================== Q&A: [A Short Question and Answer Section, Answering Questions that Faust expected to have] Q: Is Faust's Interactive 2 now a Dead Forum? A: Faust does not expect to update it anymore. However, those who made requests will likely still see their stories written. Particularly Blooper's, which will be part of a different thread entirely... Q: Why is [World Listed] Not an available Option? A: As before, Faust has decided to revamp a little, and will add worlds as they are discovered, or unlocked. If things progress well, or too long without something that people request, Faust may put up some unlock conditions for them to fill out. Q: Are our plots from before Un-done? Do we have to re-do things? A: As before, most things are the same as before. Your ranks with certain girls has not changed, and most things are the same.... With a few select changes, and things that would incite an achievement if you point them out... Q: Is there going to be a Bounty Board This time? A: Perhaps. But for now, let's just get our feet wet in the story, and see from there. Q: Can we unlock more playable characters? A: Yes, you can. More female and male characters, through certain actions.... Q: Can we submit playmates again? A: Yes. Faust will prepare a format right after the Q&A Q: [Not actually a question, but a harsh criticism, or a hateful comment] A: Faust apologizes for bothering you, and requests you avoid stories that do not meet your level of merit. Faust sincerely hopes you have a nicer day. Q: Is [Character name] old enough to be doing these kind of things? I'm calling the police! A: Faust insists every character in his stories are of the legal age for you to see them in that kind of a manner, unless explicitly stated. Faust's characters are not the selves portrayed in their medias as they are, but merely variants of the legal consenting age for wherever your viewing location is. Q: When's the next update? A: SoonTM ==================================================================================================================================================== Playmate Submission Guidelines: [For when a character provided doesn't match up with something you want, or simply if you desire someone in specific. Merely submit, and follow this format to have them added. Warning: Character may not be as prominent as a previously listed one, without actively seeking them out.....] Character Name: [What is the name of the character you are Submitting?] Character Appearance: [What does this character look like? Feel free to use images, or descriptions. Details of note are Hair, eyes, Bust, Rump, and Relative Height.] Bladder Size: [Does this character have a Prominent, an Average, or a small bladder? Tummy Capacity: [Does this character have Firm control over her tummy troubles? write [NA] if you don't want them having tummy trouble] Lust: [How easily is this character provoked into Vulgarity?] (Easily, Average, or Slowly?] Extra: [Any Extra Details about this character you care to share?] Personality: [Be as Detailed as you like. Author may have to improvise if one isn't thorough enough..] Location: [Are you a Magic Academy Student, or a Normal Student?] Sexuality: [Do you like Guys, Girls, or Both?] (As a Note, only female playmates are allowed to be submitted right now.] [Faust thanks you all for Reading over the years, and Faust hopes this interactive Goes on just as much as the last ones have.]
  17. mavfan

    Download actors

    Are any of the actors in the downloads members on this site? Just wondering
  18. I'm feeling slightly nostalgic this evening, possibly due to the glorious weekend weather we've had (here in the south of England at least anyway!) and as such I thought it would be an ideal opportunity to share one of my favourite ever desperate holds which resulted in a huge wetting accident. I'm in the mood to maybe have another hold this evening as it's been simply ages since I last had one. That depends how I feel over the next hour or so. Anyway here's the full story behind my wetting that day as well as a link to it if you'd like to see. Hope you all enjoy it! "I had met up with a good friend tonight at a local pub and although I had gone to the bathroom before heading out I decided that I wouldn't go to the toilet for the duration of the evening. Now to begin with this wasn't a problem and we had drunk 3 pints each without myself feeling the need to empty my bladder or use the bathroom. There was a good local band playing in the pub as well which contributed to the atmosphere and we were really enjoying ourselves. As we ordered a 4th pint each my friend told me that he would have to leave soon in order to catch the train home (he lives about a 20 minute train ride from me). This was probably just as well as mid way through my 4th pint I felt a distinct urge to go the toilet and I knew before long that due to the amount of beer I was consuming I was going to be pretty desperate soon enough (my friends don't know about my desperation fetish and I'd prefer to keep it that way!) We finished our pints and he head off back to the station and I told him that I would probably stay until closing to see the rest of the band's performance, hopefully he didn't notice me slightly squirming around in my chair as I said that. I ordered one more pint and enjoyed the band's cover of the classic Undertones track 'Teenage Kicks' all the while feeling a distinct and large growing kick of my own in my bladder which was quickly calling for release. After about 20 minutes I drained my beer saying goodnight to the local staff who know me quite well and hoped they didn't clock on to the fact that I was walking rather quickly as my desperation began to grow ever more urgent! My flat is about a 15 minute walk from the pub and I walked back quickly, occasionally grabbing my crotch as I did so as the pressure on my bladder began to increase and I realised I was at a solid 8.5 on my desperation scale and I should hurry home if I didn't want to have an embarrassing accident in the street on a Friday night. By the time I made it home and into the safety of my apartment I was clearly at a 9 and edging towards 9.5, my God did I have to pee but I decided to go onto my balcony for a cigarette ( a terrible vice of mine is that when I have a few drinks I have to have a few smokes). Going back into the cold air of a Friday night so soon after retreating to the warmth of my flat was a huge mistake and I thought I was going to lose control of my bladder there and then! I somehow managed to hold my pee, grabbing my crotch for dear life with one hand whilst the other soothed my nicotine desire as I puffed away on my cigarette. As I headed back inside and closed the balcony door behind me, I was faced with a stark choice; quickly run to the toilet to relieve my aching bladder or see my hold til the bitter end before wetting my pants. Well I'd had a few drinks inside me so I thought what the hell and decided to film my final frantic desperation. I honestly tried my best to hold my pee and ignore the frantic signals my bladder was giving me but it was no use. Within a short time, my body betrayed me and I began to feel a desperately relieving warmth spurt into my underwear and rapidly run down my legs. Oh God! The relief was incredible and so was the feeling of losing control of my bladder as I relentlessly and completely pissed myself. It just wouldn't stop! The rapidly gushing pee ran all down my legs completely soaking my pants and chinos and for over a minute and a half I emptied the contents of my bladder into my clothes. By the time I was finished, my poor chinos were just dripping with warm piss and I was just kneeling there in a huge soppy pissy puddle of my own making! Now I'm sitting back at my PC typing out the account of my evening knowing I should really go and change into some dry clothes but the feeling of sitting in my own wet soaking mess is incredible and I might just enjoy the feeling a little while longer. I can already begin to feel my bladder filling rapidly due to the amount of liquid I've consumed and I'm sorely tempted to just sit here and let nature take its course. I think by then I may have to take control of the other 'feeling' quickly growing and relieve myself of that particular tension as well. Of course that will result in a different sticky type of wetness altogether!!"
  19. dragan

    Foot Play

    Version 1.0.0

    155 downloads

    *Warning! Nudity!* This is, first and foremost, a foot fetish hentai. Not something I'm into but I took a glance at it anyway. There is some amount of peeing in, at least, five chapters but only two go out of the way to highlight it. That's what I'm adding here. Or, if you'd rather take the whole thing, I'll include that too. Just note that one chapter was not translated.

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  20. Does anyone remember the first time they successfully masturbated? I do, and I was about 14 and a half. I was a late bloomer. Puberty really didn't start kicking in until I was nearly 14. I was one of those grade 8 kids who hated getting changed in front of others, as I was quite undeveloped compared to my school mates. I only started getting pubic hair just before my 14th birthday. It didn't take too long after that for the wet dreams to start, and while I understood about what they were and why they happened, it's still an uncomfortable time in a young boys life. We had discussed wet dreams at school in Sex Ed, and I knew that if I masturbated it would relieve the wet dreams, but I didn't really know how. I had tried of course. I had laid in bed before going to sleep, and tried to imagine what sex was like, and had looked at pictures and magazines showing naked people of both genders having sex, (these were pre internet days) but while I could get aroused, I just couldn't quite work out the finer points of how to achieve an orgasm. In the end I would just be building myself up, then be guaranteed that I would have a wet dream afterwards, exactly what I was trying to avoid. This all changed one night when I had a bath. I had been hanging out with my friend Shelley, who lived across the road. I've mentioned her before in a lot of my stories, as she was a huge influence in my interest in all things involving wetting and desperation. She occasionally had accidents, and we both loved peeing in our swimsuits when we got the chance. We had also wet our pants a few times just for fun, when we could safely get away with it, and had seen each other wet on numerous occasions. It was also a topic that we talked about a lot. That afternoon after school, we were just riding our bikes around and hanging out, when she just blurted out "I wet myself this morning!" She then told me a story about how she was waiting for her sister to finish in the shower that morning so that she could use it. Shelley needed a pee, but was waiting to go in the shower when her sister finished. While she waited, Shelley apparently decided to take some clothes off the line while only wearing her short nightie with panties underneath. She had gone to the line, but the cool morning air had made her need much more urgent, and she had suddenly started peeing, and quite heavily too by the sound of it. She basically just gave in, and stood on the grass and peed in her panties as she stood there. She used a towel off the line to dry her legs, then leaving her dripping panties on, had just gone back inside and waited for her turn in the bathroom. I was instantly aroused by this, and asked her lots of questions about it, like did anyone know, and how it felt to be wearing wet knickers under her nightie without anybody knowing, and she quite happily told me all about it. So that night I'm in the bath, and having the opportunity to experiment with my own body again. Not really knowing what to do, I tried to picture myself having sex, which isn't easy if you've never had nor really seen sex before. I tried imagining different famous women who were widely regarded as "hot", but while I would get hard, I just didn't really know what to do about it. As I'm laying there gently "washing" myself, my thoughts somehow turned to my conversation with Shelley earlier. I started imagining her desperate to pee, crossing her legs and bending over a bit while complaining. This was easier to imagine, as I had actually seen her like this many times. Suddenly something clicked. I really could picture it. We had done this sort of thing so often before, I didn't have to imagine or guess, or try to make something up. I had seen it before and loved it. I just hadn't really seen it as a sexual act before, it was just a naughty thing we liked doing. Before I knew it, I was transported right into the story. I could see her desperate, bouncing around, complaining to herself but not really worried about it. I pictured her leaking, the pee dripping down beneath her to puddle on the ground. Once again easy, as if seen it before. Suddenly she was peeing flat out, hot liquid running down her legs and over her bare feet. The only difference is in my imagination she was running to get to the toilet, not just giving up on purpose. Suddenly I was aware of stirring feelings "down there" as I rubbed harder and faster, still thinking if my friend wetting her pants. Suddenly I felt things that I hadn't felt before, and as I imagined her losing control of her bladder, I lost control in a different way, and the most amazing feeling of my life swept over me as I orgasmed all over my chest and stomach. The relief was incredible, and I actually felt really proud of myself! After finally learning how to do it, I then started practicing as much as possible after that! Does anybody else remember their first time, and was it an omo themed experience?
  21. heartkitten13

    Fire Emblem: Tales of Journey

    [[Authors Note: Hello. Well, I’ve been seeing a lot of these interactive stories and participating in some of them, so I’ve decided to give it a try myself. I’ll see if there is any interest after my first post and, maybe if a few people seem to enjoy it, I’ll continue it. This story will mix combat and character based conversations, with the typical Omo.com twist of adding bladder meters to your party members. When in combat, one’s bladder (and perhaps something else if interest is shown in it) may give out, causing them to wet themselves in battle. The bladder meter will be active at all times, for both genders of character. In addition, with few exceptions, most characters can be romantically/sexually paired up. This story will be based on the Fire Emblem series of games, with original characters. Character classes and appearances will be based on Fire Emblem series, specifically FE: Awakening and FE: Fates. In addition, stats will be loosely based on games. The Strength stat concerns all physical based attacks. Magic concerns all magical attacks. Defense concerns one’s ability to absorb physical damage. Resistance concerns one’s ability to absorb magic attacks. To make combat more simple, the speed and skill stats will not be used. The Luck stat, however, will be used, and will dictate critical attacks and one’s ability to catch themselves if they are about to wet themselves in battles. All party members will have an unique stat, which will be unexplained, but may help them depending on certain situations. Health will not be visible for the fight and will rather be displayed as a status condition. In addition, combat will be considered ‘casual’ by Fire Emblem standards, as party members do not die in combat and are instead knocked out. With this being said, if interest is shown, we may begin]] Three figures sit around a small fire in a clearing in a forest. The sounds of the forest ring out around them. An owl howling in the distance. The wind blowing against the trees. The fire roaring softly. Our protagonist looks up at their two companions and sighs, tired from a long day with a clear twinge in their bladder. [Pick a Protagonist, a supporter, and a mentor from the list below. Each potential character will be marked as either a protagonist, supporter, combination of the two, or a mentor.} Morrigan (Protagonist/Supporter) [the student of magic] Age: 18 Physical Description: A young looking girl with purple hair in curls. Shorter than average height, Five foot two. Covers herself with the basic blue robes of a student of magic. With pale skin and a slim build, she has equally slim breasts and a small bladder. Very modest about where she relieves herself. Background: Naturally gifted in magic and naturally able to use dark magic, Morrigan was unaware of her powers until her 13th birthday, when her normal life with her parents in a small town changed forever when she fell into a mirror. After five years that she barely recalls, her powers have became stable and powerful as she awoke in a forest. If chosen as protagonist, the Coming Home quest will be activated. Class/Starting Stats: Mage, Level 10 Strength: 0 Magic: 7+2(Magic +2) Defense: 2 Resistance: 5 Luck: 5 Cuteness: 10 Skills: Shadowfaire: Allows this unit to use dark tomes, even if not a dark mage. Magic 2+: Gains a natural +2 to magic stat. Starting equipment: Flux: Dark Magic, 60% Accuracy, 5 base damage, 10% natural crit chance Wind: Wind magic, 90% Accuracy, 1 base damage, 0% natural crit chance Ace (Protagonist/Supporter) [the sharpshooter] Age: 18 Physical Description: A young man with short, brown hair. Five foot five in height, tan skin, and an athletic build. Wears the light chainmail coat with his family crest, a gold bow with a white arrow, on his arms. He has a medium sized bladder, reserved about where he relieves himself. Background: Ace was the son of a noble family who were known for the great archers who belonged to the line. As such, Ace was trained in archery from a young age. After joining the military, Ace and his squad were sent on a mission deep into enemy territory. Ace and his squad were separated, with the rest of his squad presumed dead. If selected as protagonist, the starting mission “Mission Report” will be activated. Class/Starting stats: Archer: Level 10 Strength: 6 Magic: 1 Defense: 4 Resistance: 4 Luck:4 Focus: 10 Skills: Headshot: 30% additional chance to crit +20 Hit: Additional +20% to hit Starting Equipment: Iron Bow: A common bow: 70% Accuracy, 4 base damage, 0% natural crit chance. Vera (Protagonist)[the vengeful one] Age: 20 Physical description: A woman with half her face scarred, her long hair dyed a dark shade of pink covers the scarred half of her face. Her skin is deeply tanned, her build athletic, and her breasts firm B cups, she wears a white tank top and long black pants, which she doesn’t mind emptying her bladder into. She has a medium sized bladder, but isn’t reserved about where she empties it. Background: Vera was once a high school student in a foreign land, but after an encounter with a devious magic user, she ‘died’. However, she woke up in a forest, in an age which to her seemed distant, less advanced than what she was used to. If chosen as protagonist, the starting quest Revenga will be activated. Cannot be chosen as a supporter, as Vera follows no one. Class/Starting Stats: Samurai:: Level 10 Strength: 7 Magic: 0 Defense: 5 Resistance: 2 Luck: 3 Angst: 10 Skills: Bloodlust: Boosts all stats temporarily by 1 after successfully felling an enemy. Vantage: 20% increased chance to dodge attacks of any type. Starting Equipment: Iron Katana: A standard katana: 80% accuracy, 4 base damage, 15% natural crit chance. Rose (Protagonist/Supporter)[the loyal friend] Age: 21 Physical appearance: a young woman with long flaming red hair. With tan skin and B cup breasts covered by her suit of leather armor. She has a large bladder, but is somewhat reserved on where she releases it. Background: Vera’s best friend, after discovering that her friend was actually alive somewhere, she hunted down an associate of the man responsible and forced him to send Rose after Vera. Donning a set of plain leather armor and a straight sword to fit to her new surroundings, selecting Rose as a protagonist will activate the starting quest Vera. In addition, if she supports Vera, she will gain a different unique stat. Class/Starting Stats: Mercenary: Level 10 Strength: 8 Magic: 0 Defense: 3 Resistance 3 Luck: 3 Determination: 10 (If not supporting Vera) Persuasion: 10 (If supporting Vera) Skills: Duelist: Deals increased damage when facing a single opponent Patience: 10% increased chance to dodge and hit when enemy attacks first Starting equipment: Iron Straight Sword: A standard straight sword: 85% Accuracy, 3 base damage, 5% natural crit chance. Iron shield: A common shield used throughout the land. Kara (Supporter)[the allied knight] Age: 22 Physical description: A tall ‘women’, six feet tall, with brunette hair that reaches her shoulders. Wrapped in light plate mail that covers her dark skin. She has a large bladder and is willing to empty it anywhere, but only in front of people she trusts with her secret. Background: Kara once trained as a knight and in the way of using a lance. Though, after complications arose when trying to join the military, she joined a mercenary group. After her group was annihilated in battle, she disappeared into the woods until she found the protagonist. Has always been a follower, and therefore cannot be the protagonist. Class/Starting Stats: Knight: Level 10 Strength: 8 Magic: 0 Defense: 7+2 (Defense +2) Resistance: 1 Luck: 2 Defense: 10 Skills: Sworn Shield: 25% chance to defend the protagonist from attacks when nearby. Defense +2: Additional 2 points in Defense) Starting equipment: Spear: A lance that can be easily thrown: 70% accuracy, 3 base damage, 5% natural crit chance. Steel shield: A well made shield meant for a knight: Evans (Protagonist/Supporter)[the rogue ninja] Age: 22 Physical description: A blond haired man of average height and athletic build, clad in plain green robes. Usually keeps to himself when it comes to his private needs, unless he’s drank alcohol recently, a common event, in which case he’s usually open with it. Background: A self-taught ninja, who learned the art from a series of scrolls rather than formal teaching, His main purpose from this was to sell his skill to the highest bidder, though eventually learned of his true calling. Choosing him as the protagonist activates the starting quest Revolution. Class/starting stats: Ninja: Level 10 Strength: 4 Magic: 0 Defense: 3 Resistance: 5 Luck: 7 Cunning: 10 Skills: Acrobat: Has a 40% chance to dodge all attacks. Vanishing Act: Can disappear from enemies for a short time using smoke bombs. Starting equipment: Kunai Knives (x2): A ninja’s knife, good for close and ranged combat: 90% accuracy, 3 base damage, 40% natural crit chance Smoke bombs (x5): A small package which causes an explosion of smoke when thrown to the ground. Sif (Protagonist/Supporter)[the murder doll] Age: 19 Physical description: A small looking woman with short black hair clad in chain and cloth armor. Pale skin, making her resemble a large painted doll when not moving. Has tiny breasts and an even smaller bladder, which she will relieve whenever she pleases. Background: A skilled fighter, Sif’s doll like appearance makes her enemies underestimate her. By the time they realize their mistake, it is too late. Little is known about Sif’s past. If chosen as the protagonist, starting quest The Doll is activated. Class/Starting Stats: Spear Fighter: Level 10 Strength: 6 Magic:0 Defense: 4 Resistance: 2 Luck: 4 Brutality: 10 Skills: Merciless: 40% chance to instantly finish off an enemy when they are wounded. Lethality: 10% chance to instantly finish off an enemy. Starting equipment: Iron Nagitama: An eastern polearm: 70% accuracy, 5 base damage, 15% natural crit chance. Ciel (mentor)[the witch seer] Age: ??? Physical description: A young looking woman with short purple hair and a golden eye patch. Her purple robe and black witch hat cover her body, making it unsure what her body looks like. She also never seems to relieve herself, which means that either she can relieve herself magically or the inside of her robe is usually soaked. Background: Ciel is a witch who has forgotten how long she has known magic or been able to see into the future. All she is certain of is that the protagonist needs her assistance, whether Ciel likes it or not. Class/Starting Stats: Witch, Level 25 Strength: 2 Magic: 9 Defense: 3 Resistance: 7 Luck: 4 Wisdom: 10 Skills: Future Sight: 60% chance to avoid enemy attacks, after seeing them happen in the future. Witchcraft: 5% chance on turning enemies into small animal when attacking with dark magic Starting equipment: Nosferatu: A dark tome: 60% accuracy, 6 base damage, 5% natural crit chance, absorbs half damage dealt as health. Alice (Mentor)[the assassin’s legacy) Age: 31 Physical description: A woman with a long brown hair in a pony tail. Standing five foot ten, usually in tight leather, pressing her B cups close to her body, she is more concerned about who sees her relieve her medium sized bladder rather than where she does it. For example, she will not pee in front of her daughter. In addition, she won’t cheat on her husband, but if pushed to her sexual limit, she imagines her husband would forgive her if it was with another woman. Background: Working as an assassin for many years while her husband raised their daughter, Morrigan. Once her daughter and husband went missing, she retired from assassination and went out into the world to find them, helping whoever she could along her along the way. If mentoring Morrigan, starting quest is changed to Father. Class/Starting Stats: Assassin: Level 5 Strength: 7 Magic: 0 Defense:3 Resistance: 4 Luck: 7 Dexterity: 10 Skills: Heartseeker: All attacks have an additional 30% chance to crit Lethality: Has a 10% chance to instantly kill her enemy. Starting equipment: Estoc: A deadly thrusting sword: 80% accuracy, 7 base damage, 10% natural crit chance Steel bow: A well-made longbow: 85% accuracy, 6 base damage, 10% natural crit chance Z (Mentor)[the grim knight] Age: ??? Physical description: An imposing six foot one figure clad in black plate mail with a featureless black mask. The only piece of skin that can be seen is his impressive manhood in one of the rare moments that he relieves himself. Background: A mysterious man who refuses to say why he is here, but has shown how prowess in combat enough for few to question him or his loyalty. Class/Starting stats: Revenant: Level 5 Strength: 6 Magic: 6 Defense: 5 Resistance: 4 Luck: 2 Dominance: 10 Skills: Soul Crash: When using magic, high chance to stun enemies Soul Crush: Has the ability to make sure that fallen enemies don’t get back up. Starting equipment: Dark axe: A large axe made from a black metal: 50% accuracy, 8 base damage, 20% natural crit chance. Black fireball: a burning orb of darkness hurled at the enemy: 60% accuracy, 6 base damage, 10% natural crit chance. With the options available, please vote for the combination you would like to see. If I see a trend, I’ll continue this story with Chapter One. In addition, if you would like to, please vote from a scale of one to five (one being dry, five being completely soaked) on how much you would like omorashi to play a factor. Also, vote whether or not you’d like to see messing make appearances in the story. With that being said, fingers crossed that this little story of mine turns out well.
  22. Burn Mark

    female Pee Jeans in the Rain

    From pornhub and it's fairly recent. A very hot woman decides to pee her jeans when it is raining outside. I think you'll like it. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5af977982d94a
  23. rachelkirwan

    female Goodnite Tru-Fit Adventure

    These are awesome pull-ups, not because of how they fit, but because of how they make me feel. They are almost discreet enough that I would consider wearing them while changing in a public change room. The only problem if course is that as soon as you remove them, it’s a dead giveaway that they are a diaper/panty and pad system. So it would have to be a change room where you are changing clothes and not undies... But logistics and mechanics aside, there is something about the diaper that is trying very hard not to be a diaper, which I find very sexy. Big poufy diapers are very obviously diapers, and Goodnites and other pull-ups, regardless of how many cute pictures they put on them, will still always be pull-ups/diapers. My metric I suppose is that if you went to a sleepover and someone saw you wearing any of these things, they would immediately know that they were diapers, and that they were for bedwetting. I’ve got a lot of complicated feelings about this kind of diaper, many of which lead back to actual sleepovers and trip experiences where I wore Goodnites in crowded rooms with other girls, with nothing but a pair of huge panties and large PJ bottoms covering up my diaper from the world. Does anyone remember when Goodnites came out with those sleepshorts? The pink and blue super cheap feeling ‘paper’ shorts that scarcely concealed a diaper portion? My mom got a pack of these when they first came out, I must have been in jr. High or early high school, and we only ever tried one pack. They were ridiculous (and leaked and tore). But I did like the idea that they were not trying to be a diaper. I could imagine myself being at a sleepover and almost just wearing the shorts and saying things like, “yeah, these are my sleep shorts.” I suppose one of the reasons I like diapers that try very hard not to look like diapers, is that you know what they are, and this little secret gives you power against the world, and control of the situation. Because they are discreet (or trying to be, depending on the diaper), and few will notice that they are a diaper, you can flick on and off the switch in your head that says “You are wearing a diaper in public and people can see.” This level of control of a situation to me is empowering. You can switch on ‘embarrassed mode,’ and get the full blast of complicated feelings that come with embarrassment, but you can also turn this mode off and go about your day. Control is sexy. So is consent. Ok, on to today’s adventure, though I’d love to hear other people’s thoughts on this. I found a bunch of Goodnite TruFit’s in my diaper box the other day and have been dying to wear them. I find them a little tighter than usual Goodnites, particularly around my thighs and I don’t really like to spend the night in these, they are just not that comfortable. They seem to breath less than regular Goodnites and it’s been getting hot. Plus, I can wear anything to bed, and it’s not a big deal. Plus I’ve been wearing protection to bed every night since November, and only recently stopped, so I wasn’t keen on doing it again for fun. But the TruFit do offer other possibilities. So the other day I slipped on a pair, or rather pulled on a pair, taking care to stretch the leg holes out just a little bit more, as they are not built for womanly legs. I chose the polka dot ones because polka dots. Here are a couple of pictures I snapped of myself in Trufits, as people are always asking for pictures of my in my panties, rather than just picture of them wet on the floor. By the way folks, if you want to see more pictures, you can purchase my panties, Trufit included, from my website, it’s also a nice way to say thank you if you’ve gotten off to a bunch of my writing. See you almost can’t see the padding, and even then, it could be a thick period pad. They definitely don’t look like diapers. And here’s the thing, if you were at say a sleepover, if anyone saw them and knew what they were, they would also likely be a bedwetter. And yes, I realize that this isn’t necessarily the case, they could have seen an ad or have a younger sibling, but this is definitely what I would have told a teenage Rachel wearing these to a sleepover. Changing in these in a public changing room, one could also use that rationalization, but it would also be likely that other women would know they were Goodnites because they used them for their kids, less so themselves. Anyhow, I pulled the TruFits on, and put on a slightly-shorter than knee length skirt. It’s been super warm out lately (and cherry blossoms are everywhere, Vancouver is beautiful this time of year), and it’s becoming skirt weather. I also chose the skirt because it does leave ones ‘panties’ slightly more exposed. When I was growing up, and on the occasions where I’d wear pull-ups to school our out in public in general, I’d always take several precautions: - I’d almost never wear a skirt, much less one this short. Long dresses were great for concealing diapers and had the added advantage of not having waistband issues. - I’d typically wear loose fitting trousers/jeans, and a big pair of panties over top the pull-up, for ease of changing and to cover the noise and waistband. Today, I did none of these things. It was just a thin layer of grey pleated fabric between my diaper and the world. I wasn’t working this day, so I decided to go out to the park and read in the sun. I’ve been getting a lot more reading done now that the weather is better and this is kind of my idea of the best afternoon ever. So in the morning I puttered around the house doing housework, and even used the toilet to pee a couple times. These ‘panties’ are still a diaper, and you are aware of the thickness of the padding in them, and the gathers and leg elastics were a little tight against my skin. After a quick lunch and a huge glass of ice tea, I grabbed my purse, a full water bottle, a good book, a light jacket, a sun hat, sun glasses, my bike helmet, and headed out to the park. I opted for a more wild park a little further from my home, and ended up biking over. Perhaps the odd motorist could see a flash of purple as the wind made my skirt flutter? I highly doubt it, but this is the level of exhibitionism with which I’m comfortable. Once I got to the park, I found a nice picnic table and set myself up for a good long read. I read for about an hour before my bladder reminded me that I had drunk a bunch of iced tea before leaving home. I let my bladder fill to about a 7 on the old desperation scale, before relaxing and releasing it entirely into the Goodnite TruFit. Before I did so, I moved my skirt out from under my bum, just in case there was a leak. Wetting a diaper in a skirt is an incredibly forgiving act, particularly if you are standing or sitting in the correct way. I could have been wearing regular big girl panties and the only thing which would have given me away would have been the growing puddle under me. I could have waited longer, but I find it hard to read when I’m super desperate. The TruFit doesn’t quite absorb pee as quickly as regular Goodnites, and the soft pad inside them (which is a little hard to get in), feels softer but also bulkier than regular Goodnites. I could feel the pee flooding over my girl parts deliciously. I didn’t quite like how it stayed on my skin for so long, but I did enjoy the feeling of feeling the pee slowly be sucked into the thirsty pad. I sat there and read for another 30 minutes wearing my soaked Goodnite, but I started to feel a little wet and uncomfortable, and because I was sipping from my water bottle in the hot sun, I soon had to pee again. Now one of the new Goodnites can take a full Rachel bladder laying down, but these TruFits can hold a decent amount, but I don’t trust them with two full bladders. While it would be easy to pee them and have them leak, I wasn’t quite in the mood to try. I was more revelling in the feeling of wearing a wet diaper discreetly in public, and the tightness of the TruFits themselves. Because of the seal the tight elastics cause on the legs, you do feel like you are wearing plastic panties and the you could soak them and all that would result would be a bubble of warm pee held against your vulva in tight plastic – delicious. As my bladder approached a 5, I got up, and walked to a nearby rec centre. It was the closest public washroom I could think of which wasn’t one of the ones in the park, which I find horrible and frightening. Feeling the warm wetness of the Goodnite under my swishing pleated skirt felt nice. I felt like the TruFit make my butt look a little big (see above) but not necessarily in a bad way, and under a skirt, a lightly bigger butt felt nice. I sauntered into the rec centre, and went straight for the ladies room. I pulled down my ‘panties’ and sat on the toilet to pee. Pulled my panties all the way down to around my ankles, just so that if someone did see my feet and panties under the stall door, they would see that I was wearing a ‘diaper’ or at least not ‘big girl panties.’ Again, my very subtle form of exhibitionism. I then slipped them right off and after drying myself and rubbing the skin where the elastics had left red lines around my thighs, I snapped a couple of pictures for you. As you can see, the pad got pretty wet. I was rather impressed at how you can clearly see how the pad whisks away the wetness from top to the bottom. The ‘this side down’ label really is important. Feeling inside the Goodnite, I found it to be mostly dry and I wiped it down with some toilet paper just to be sure. I left the rolled up pad on top of the toilet paper dispenser absentmindedly, along with the panty portion of the TruFits. As I was snapping these pictures I came to a startling realization: I had completely forgot to bring a fresh pad for the Goodnites! I now had a couple of options: 1) I could go commando. But there was no way! I was after all, riding my bike home and wearing a not too long skirt. I am not the kind of girl who goes commando, plus, 2) I could slip into the emergency backup panties that I always have in my purse. As most of you will know, I always have a plastic baggie with a fresh pair of panties in it just in case. 3) I could wear theTruFit home without a pad. This wasn’t too appealing as the inside of the TruFits are pretty plasticky and it would be super sweaty and uncomfortable, particularly on my bike. 4) I could put in a different kind of pad into the TruFit. I decided to try the latter. So I rummaged around in my purse for a pad. I couldn’t find one, which was a bit of a surprise. There was a super thin panty liner, but this would be like putting a Band-Aid inside the TruFits, and about as absorbent. So I flushed, rummaged around in my purse for some change, and leaving it hanging on the door of the cubicle I scurried out to the pad dispensing machine to buy a pad. The washroom was a relatively large one, with 6 stalls in it and people coming and going. While I was at the machine I caught out of the corner of my eye another woman approach my stall and pushed the door open to go in. I quickly turned and casually blurted out something like “Oh I’m using that one, I’ll just be a sec,” while I retrieved a pad from the machine. The woman mumbled an apology, looked at me a little strangely, and then moved over to another stall. I went back into my stall, and to my horror saw the very obviously wet TruFit pad sitting on top of the toilet paper dispenser, with the TruFit panties sitting on top of them! While TruFit panties might look like real big girl panties when they are being worn, they certainly don’t sit on things like big girl panties. The internal gather structure causes them to stand up, so they maintain their form. The woman must have surely seen both the pad and panties! I was horrified and my heart rate jumped up. I closed the stall behind me, pulled my ‘panties’ down and sat on the toiled to calm down a little bit and also to revel in the feeling a little bit as well. I unwrapped the pad, and stuck it into the TruFits. I contemplated things and decided to pull them off to take a picture of the pad in them. It looked lost inside the waterproof purple plastic interior of the TruFits. I snapped a couple of pictures as I was certainly going to share this little adventure with my kinky friends. I even ‘accidentally’ dropped the TruFits on the ground, so that they might be visible from outside the stall. This is basically what the lady would have seen when she opened the stall! Anyhow, I calmed down, pulled the TruFits on again, opened the stall, and without looking around, washed my hands and made a quick exist. The ‘panties’ felt less comfortable with the tiny pad in them while I cycled home. By the time I arrived home the water from the water bottle, which was all but empty at this point, had worked its way through to my bladder and I was once again at about a 6 or 7. While standing in the elevator therefore, I relaxed and released my bladder into the TruFits. I could feel the pad getting overwhelmed by the pee, and quickly stopped. My bladder was fuller than I thought, and after 10 seconds of peeing I could feel the pad becoming overwhelmed. I had no desire to pee the floor of our buildings’ elevator, or run into any neighbours with pee running down my legs, so I bore down as best I could and stopped the flow. I could feel a large wet bunch of pee sloshing about my ‘panties’ as I walked down the hall to my apartment. I was afraid to bend over and take off my shoes, lest the large amount of pee in my ‘panties’ splash out all over my carpet, so I went straight into the bathroom. Once safely in the bathroom, I released the rest of my bladder. I could feel the TruFit filling up. It was holding all the liquid in, for the time being, and so my lady parts were suffused in wetness completely. When I shifted just a little bit, a cascade of pee overwhelmed one of the gathers and flowed down my leg. Bending slightly to pull the TruFits down, had a similar effect. I got them off, but I ended up leaving a considerable puddle on the floor of my bathroom. This is what I found when I very carefully pulled my TruFits down in the washroom. As you can see, the pad was sodden, and the gusset area of the ‘panties’ was basically just pee. More pee leaked all over the floor when I stepped out of the TruFits. My socks and shoes were just a little wet. My legs were soaked with pee and my vulva was quite literally dripping. The puddle I left on the floor was so big that I had to use a random pull-up from my collection to soak it all up. I spilled pee all over the floor when I picked up the TruFits to empty the significant amount of pee that remained in them into the toilet. Inverting them didn’t work very well, as the pee just got caught in the upper portions of the waterproof pocket which holds the pad in place. So I had to wring them out. I hung them up on the shower to dry, before drying myself off with a towel. I would have showered but I was too excited and made a beeline for the bed, where I masturbated myself to a warm wet climax. My husband was not a little surprised when he came home to find my TruFits still drying on the shower.
  24. Tali'zorah

    Luna and Ginny

    Here’s the Ginny and Luna story. Hope you enjoy. These two are actually favorite ship, so may as well write about them. Wrote this in Luna’s point of view. Hope you enjoy! There are a couple of things I keep secret. They are the type of secret you really shouldn’t tell anyone, yet I did tell someone. She continued to be my best friend at Hogwarts, and I actually started to fall for her. Love is a beautiful thing, it’s something Nargles can’t steal, and if it is true, can’t be broken. When I first met her, she was crying, near the entrance to my dorms, and, she actually trusted me enough to tell me about the Diary, Tom Riddles. She felt horrible about what it made her do. All the Chaos, she blamed on herself. I simply just comforted her, let her know that it isn’t her fault, and that no matter what, the problem would be solved. I then did what I never thought I would do, told her my secrets. I don’t own a single pair of socks. It is far to easy for Nargles to steal them, so why bother with them Also, they are weird to put on. And, I also told her about how I actually liked to hold my pee until I wet and see others do the same. She found it weird, but didn’t judge. Basically saying she would support me, and would be glad to call me her friend, but won’t consider trying it. Now, in our 4th year, things were, well, interesting. I was over at the Gryffindor common room with Ginny, my bare feet resting on her lap as she sits contemplating something. It was winter, so the fireplace was burning with delightful warmth. Seeing her red hair glow in the light of this little fire was making me melt. My fire for her was growing bigger than the one heating the room. “Hey, Luna. You aren’t mad about Gryffindor beating Ravenclaw at Quidditch are you?” “No, not at all. It was great seeing you and Harry in action.” “Well, Michel got real bitter about Ravenclaw losing, so now I’m single.” “He’s one of the ones who calls me Loony.” “Really? Well, all the more reason to break it off with him. No one insults my friends and gets away with it, especially not you.” “Be honest Ginny, am I crazy?” She looks directly in my eyes, wide eyed. “Luna, you’re the perfect level of crazy. Honestly, you are perfectly amazing the way you are. Sure, you did spill some pretty deep secrets about yourself the first day we met, but look how close we are because of it. “ “So, I am Loony?” “Not at all. Crazy, yes. But not in any way a bad kind of crazy. Luna,” She looks directly into my eyes, “Any guy would be lucky to have you.” “Yeah, any guy.” I look down. Any guy? No, I’m not that interested in guys. Am I? Ginny has been the only one who I have really liked in that way. “Did I say it wrong?” Ginny, she’s concerned about me. Have Nargles stolen my words? Can they even do that? My father and I may need to look into that. Finally, I am able to speak, “Well, to be completely honest, I never have really liked any guy.” “Oh.” She looks down, “So, you like girls?” “I guess.” “Well, I can’t say I’m shocked. It just adds to your amazing nature Luna.” People call me dreamy, but that might be because of moments like this, with her. Her next question causes me to stop dead in my tracks. “So, are there any girls you like?” “Well, yeah.” “Oh my god. I need to know Luna. Who?” My head is looking down, I can’t tell her. What would that do? “I, I would rather not say, if that’s ok.” “Oh come on, can’t you trust me?” “Of course I trust you Ginny, I just, I guess I’m not entirely comfortable with this topic.” “I guess that’s fair enough.” She is shifting, a lot under where my feet lay. Does she need to pee? I wonder if she has been waiting for me to notice. “Uh, Ginny, you do seem to be shifting around a lot. Is everything alright?” “Well, yeah. I just have needed to use the loo for some time.” Ginny needs to pee? Why didn’t she go earlier? “So, if you will excuse me.” “Well, What if I don’t want to move my feet?” “Then I guess I would just need to find a way then.” “Honestly Gin, could you just go right there?” I didn’t mean to ask her, but part of me wants to see her wet herself. Also, my feet are rather comfortable where they are at. “Well, These jeans are new, I don’t want to ruin them, and, also, I don’t want to ruin this furniture as well. My family doesn’t have enough to cover for it.” “I guess that’s true. But, I still am comfortable where I am, and don’t want to move my legs anywhere.” “Okay, well, did you think about this?” She starts scratching the soles of my feet, not enough to hurt, but enough for it to really tickle. It makes me jerk my feet back, leaving enough time for her to get up. “Come on, We both know how ticklish you are.” “I know, but Ginny, will I ever get to see you have a wee in you pants?” She looks at me, almost with a touch of sympathy. “Honestly, only under the right conditions.” “Which are?” “Well, I can’t say, but believe me, you can tell when you meet all of them.” “Well, I may as well come to Ginny, I kinda need to go to.” “Fine by me.” We both walk toward the bathrooms, that’s when we see Hermione, holding her crotch, dancing around. She must really need the loo. “Hey Hermione!” Ginny is quick to greet her. “Hey Ginny, Hello Luna, Ugh, they really needed to lock these doors did they? I am honestly on the brink of wetting myself.” “Are you telling me they locked the bathroom?” “Apparently.” I can’t help but ask Hermione, “Hermione, why didn’t you go before it became such an emergency?” “I was studying. Seriously, how can either of you not? I usually study until I am bursting, and, at points like tonight, I sometimes wait until I am leaking.” She is wearing jeans. Hermione is close to weeing herself in jeans. Ginny speaks up, “This isn’t good at all, I’m going out to see if there are bathrooms open around Hogwarts. Hermione, you want to come?” “Going out after Curfew? I wouldn’t dare. I would only do that to save Hogwarts and beyond, not for anything else, not even my bladder.” “Luna, you want to go?” “Sure,” What if Ginny doesn’t find a bathroom? And what about Hermione? “What do you plan to do Hermione?” “Well, I do still have studying to do, so, I guess I have to find a way to wee some- NO!” It started, urine was dripping down her jeans, pouring out fast. Her light blue jeans were instantly becoming shades darker. Eventually, a puddle formed on the floor. Reaching both my feet and Ginny’s. It’s a shame she is wearing socks. If she decided to go barefoot, the pee wouldn’t be as hard to clean up. “I’m so sorry about this. This is embarrassing. Feels good, but I just can’t believe I weed myself like a child.” Hermione breaks down and starts crying. I walk over and hug her. Ginny does so to, but after taking off her socks. “Hermione, It’s ok, accidents happen.” “I know Ginny. I should probably get back to studying. You should go grab Harry’s invisibility cloak before going out, to avoid trouble.” “Planning on it. Thanks Hermione.” “Oh, and don’t bother with the unlocking spell on the door, its locked with magic.” “Fair enough.” I just saw Hermione Granger pee herself. However, that actually made whatever need to pee I had noticeable. This should be interesting. As Hermione walks away back to her room, Ginny whispers to me. “You know she’s bi, right?” “Really?” “Yeah, Came out to me last year. Not even Ron or Harry know.” “Well, I never knew that. And What about you?” “Well,” She pauses, looking down, and also shifting her foot around. “I’m Bi.” “Seriously? I didn’t see you as the type to like girls.” “Well, there’s one I have my eye out for. Now, come on. We have to find a loo, and soon.” “And if it’s not soon?” “Well, then I wee myself.” “Can you just do that now?” Ginny looks at me, “I’m sorry Luna, I just can’t. At least not now.” “Fine.” “Now, let’s get going.” “To the cloak?" I nod in agreement. As much as I would love to see her wee herself, I don’t want to hurt this girl. I still remember the tears in her eyes. The ones that lamed herself for allowing the basilisk to escape, and who was controlled by the diary. She deserves better than that.
  25. This is a comic of a cheerleader drinking some water then getting desperate right before a game. It ends with her wetting herself while d cheering. Enjoy!