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  1. female Wetting my undies

    Hi folks, it's been a while. I'm still here. Wetting my Bamigo (mainly made from bamboo) blue shorts undies. Flutterby07.mp4
  2. 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?
  3. It's the latest craze throughout your school, it's the hype-est thing when you watch two souls battling it out! You always were watching with bated breath for what the next move of your classmates would be! An Epic duel, between two powerful wizards....Commanding powerful spells through their command, and.... RRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNG...BRRRRRIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNG... "Ah, class time." one of the students calls, quickly turning his cards around, and exposing one of them to the other boy..A brown haired figure. "I was gonna give you some more time, but this should end it, right?" "Wha-NOOOO!! You Dick!" his brown-haired opponent calls out, slumping to the table. "Shoulda known you had somethin'. You always have somethin'." You see the small group gathered around the duo starting off at this, as you pick up your own things, and proceed to class. You haven't ever found yourself too invested in trends, but the way that the card game Magic has swept across the school...You've had a bit more than a passing interest... And, after saving up your allowance a fair bit, and mustering up enough courage...You've decided you were going to dive into the game head-first! "Come on, this is an easy problem." the teacher's voice called out, as you lightly snap to attention. ....After school, of course. The school's bell rings out eventually, and you start down the path in your neighborhood to the nearest card shop...Intent on your goal.... intent on becoming the best wizard you can be! .... ........ At least, that's what you hope can happen. Worries pervade your mind of doing various embarrassing things...being humiliated in duels....Losing every game you play...or worst.... Missing all of the abilities your soon-to-be cards will have. .... You try to push these worries aside as you look up to the glass door separating you from your destiny...and catch your reflection... ================================================================================================================================================ [Welcome to A Magic: The Gathering Interactive Story by Faust!] [This is a story Centered around the Card Game Magic: The gathering, with some special Faust-brand touches added, to promise a bit of lewdity, and excitement throughout the tale. Fear not if you have not played, for Faust shall take efforts to make it more accessible to readers than for the actual card game itself. But, before that sort of thing occurs....You must.. Create your character.] [Character Creator Initializing......] [Character Creator: [Female] Initialized!] [Height:] (Are you Short, Average, or Tall?) [Weight:] (Are you Petite, Average, or Plump?) [Bust-Size:] (Are you Flat, Modest, or Ample?) [Rump-Size:] (Are you flat, average, or Gifted?) [Hair-style:] (Short, Average, or Long?) [Clothing Style:] (Girly, Boyish, or androgynous?) [Stats!] (A New feature for this new story! A stat governs a different attribute that will relate to your character...Both on, and off the battlefield! Stats are from a 1-10 range, and you'll gain a point at every level. Stats are as follows...] Willpower: [Enables you the strength to never give up, no matter the odds! Permits clarity through tense situations...Whether the battle be without, or within...] Courage: [Enables you to challenge opponents with higher difficulties, and improves your ability for Bold Moves! Such may lead to one's success....Or get you in a load of trouble] Bladder: [The Stat everyone is familiar with! This determines how many games you can play at full concentration and How long you can play a game without needing a break. Combos well with stall decks, and vulgar intentions.] Luck: [A stat that affects many things, but not as prominently as other stats. May lead to a few fortunate occurrences, sparingly. Seduction: [A stat that governs your own physical attractiveness. May influence your selection in opponents, and your ability to charm certain individuals..] [You have 3 stat points with which to raise your stats right off] [Gift:] [A Special Gift to help define your character. Choose 1 of the following... ] Glasses: [You're blind without 'em. +1 willpower when worn.] Lucky Panties: [A special pair of garments that always makes you feel..Luckier! +1 to luck stat when worn.] Silk lingerie: [Comfy underthings that make you feel....Confident. +1 to courage when worn.] Omo Weekly: [You read it for the articles, seriously! You certainly don't hold as a hobby which gives you a +1 to bladder...Perish the thought...] H-Ticket: [A strange ticket that lets you incite vulgar scenes easier. Be it naughty terms for a Duel, or offers..] Heavy Meal: [A Hearty meal to be eaten at a time.... That will lead to the unlocking of tummy-related accidents...] Picture of ____: [A picture of a character in Faust's stories of your choice. Will permit you to start off knowing more about said person..Perhaps even making friends with them easier.] Naughty Panties: [A pair of garments you ritualistically...indulge in fantasies with. Increases experience gained through duels when something lewd happens to these panties.] Illicit Photo of ____: [A picture of a character in Faust's stories you have a...considerable interest in. Provides an advantage when playing against said person, but may lead to illicit thoughts about said character...] ================================================================================================================================================ [Character Stats: Willpower: 1 Courage: 1 Bladder: 1 Luck: 1 Seduction: 1 Points to Spend: 3 Gift: ??? AuthorFaust: Character submissions will be opened... After initial character creation is finished. Faust will provide the skeleton for submissions then.
  4. http://123moviesfree.com/watch/split-2017-i.2-online-free-123movies.html scene happens around 7:30 minutes in, audio is fucked on that video but as the guy drags her out of the room the white girl says 'pee on yourself' and he drags the black girl out, ten seconds later he pulls her back in disgust and then the camera pans down to her soaked tights, if someone can find a better file please do :)
  5. I think I captured most of it in the title... Yes Rachel is procrastinating and surfing dark corners of the web.
  6. Stuck in a Onesie!

    This actually took a while to write because I was working on a few other projects when I started this, but I finally finished it. It was residing in an "Unfinished Story" topic for the longest time. Anyway, here's the story of a girl who gets stuck in a onesie with a very full bladder. Warning: Some mild male desperation at the beginning & middle, just a bit of a side-story. Joy's bladder throbbed as she waited for the shower to warm up. She bounced on the balls of her feet at the sound of the pattering water. Despite there being a useable toilet right next to her, she'd rather save the water and just go in the shower. She ran her hand under the water and felt that it was still ice cold. She shivered, not because of the temperature, but because of the urine beginning to push it's way out of her. She figured she might as well make her waiting time useful. Fidgeting a little bit, Joy stripped naked, starting with her pants to relieve pressure. Once she was in the nude, she felt the water again, which was still cold. "This shower takes too long..." she complained to herself. She walked out of the bathroom to check the time (which she could do, since she was home alone.) Joy was a bit surprised at how late it got. She'd been watching television for a while before turning on the shower and hadn't kept track of it. She was supposed to leave in under thirty minutes to a party at her friend Katie's house. Her and a few other girls were going to sleep over there and, since they decided to be quirky, all wear onesies. The pressure increased, causing Joy to bend a little at the knees. She gave herself a couple of love taps and made her way back to the shower, which had warmed up considerably in her absence. Relieved, she stepped inside and released the large amount of urine that had been residing inside of her. It leaked out of her in a strong stream, joining the shower water at her feet. Her boyfriend was taking her to Katie's, and she got out of the shower as soon as he was pulling in the driveway. As she dried herself, she glanced over at the giraffe onesie next to the bra and underwear she'd decided to wear and wondered, since her boyfriend was picking her up as well, if she should just skip the undergarments. He beeped impatiently outside, and she giggled. She donned the onesie over her naked body, neglecting her bra and underwear. She noticed her nipples slightly visible through the fabric, but it didn't matter too much. When Joy stepped outside, she noted the heat the onesie was going to make her endure. She hoped most of the time would be spent inside. She got in the car, and noticed her boyfriend was still wearing his cute little Wal-Mart uniform. His nametag read 'Eric.' "Fuck, I need to piss," he said, grabbing his crotch as he backed out of the driveway. "Why don't you go somewhere?" "The plumbing at work is broken or some shit, all the bathrooms are off limits." "You could go at my house," Joy offered, but they had already begun driving. "I'm just here on lunch break, I don't want to be late." Eric winced and leaned forward a little. The ride was visibly uncomfortable for him. All the pent up urine inside of him needed to be released, but he pushed through it. Joy thought it'd be funny if she teased him a little bit, sloshing around a huge bottle of soda that was lying on the floor. She chugged a lot of it, but he didn't seem to care, so she just put it back. When they arrived at Katie's house, the one right by the lake, and he hurried Joy out of the car. On her way to the door, she unbuttoned the flap in the back of her onesie and wiggled her butt at Eric, not as an invitation, but more of a tease. He drove away as she covered back up. She rang the doorbell and was almost immediately greeted by Katie and one other girl, Abby. "Mackenzie isn't here yet?" Joy inquired, setting her small back of things down on the table. "No, but she should be here soon," Abby replied. She had a pig onesie, which was intended as a joke at her own weight (which was a little on the heavy side) but no one seemed to notice. Katie had an eeyore one with ears that hung down. An hour later, the girls saw Mackenzie briskly shuffling down the sidewalk through the sidewalk. She had more baggage than anyone else. She had a brown bear onesie on, which was a drastic contrast to her pale skin. She knocked on the door, crossed her legs and twisted her body like a pretzel as she waited. The door soon opened, and she rushed inside. Katie hugged her, but Mackenzie didn't hug back. "I have to piss so fucking bad," she said in a shaky voice, letting her bags drop to the ground at her feet. "I've been holding it for like ten fucking hours," and with that, she rushed to the bathroom. Urine pattering in the toilet was audible from outside of the bathroom, but nobody took notice. A couple of hours later, they found themselves playing a card game in Katie's room. It had been dark for a while. Joy began to feel a slight twinge in her bladder, but it was a very minuscule sensation and she decided to ignore it. The girls were having a conversation about their parents, usually venting about frustrations with them. This went on for a while, until the twinge in Joy's bladder grew to more of an ache. She was about to get up and use the restroom, but Katie had said something that piqued her interest. "Oh! I have something fun," she said. She went to her closet and fished out an old Nintendo 64 and some games. "Let's set it up!" Abby said excitedly. This took a while. They were trying to make heads or tails of the many wires from other game consoles, and what they could unplug or not, all the while Joy's need was slowly but steadily increasing. They decided to give up and play the Wii, which was already set up. Mario Kart came on the screen, and they played 4 player grand prix. During one game, Joy's need to urinate returned, but she beared through it until it faded. A couple games later, she felt the need to pass gas. She considered holding it, but they were having a good enough time. She leaned forward and let it out. Prrrrt. They laughed, but the push nearly made something else come out. Joy jiggled up and down as she played, saying "gottapeegottapeegottapee," and making the others laugh even harder. It didn't help her hold it very much, but it soon passed. About an hour later, they became bored of that game. "I think my brother keeps the other wii games in his room," Katie said. She got up to look. "I'll come with you," Joy said, leaving Abby and Mackenzie by themselves. They went into her brother's room, which stunk of a mixture of incense and some strange unknown fragrance. "Are you sure your brother doesn't care about us looking around his room?" Joy asked. "He isn't home, and neither are my parents so nobody's gonna know." They were poking around the room when Joy's need once again returned. She was about to excuse herself when Katie opened a box under the bed. "Whoa," she said, smelling the inside. "What?" Joy asked, her curiosity outweighing her desire for a toilet. Katie picked up a rather large bag of marijuana and showed it to Joy, who said the same thing. Katie laughed. "Do you want to... you know..." she asked hesitantly. "Smoke it?" Joy finished. Katie nodded. "I mean... If you want to." "Sure, yeah, I mean why not." Katie put the bag back in the box and picked it up. Abby and Mackenzie wanted to stay behind at the house, so they played videogames while Joy and Katie went into the backyard to smoke. "Wait, I don't want there to be a smell around my house," Katie said, paranoid. "Alright. Want to go to the playground?" Joy asked. "Yeah." The playground was a long walk away, almost a half hour, but they didn't think too much of it at the time. They made their way across the long stretch of field that led up to the swings and sat down. Katie opened the box and packed a bowl. "I've seen my brother do this a bunch of times, but I don't know if I'm gonna do it right." "Eric smokes, and he got off only a few minutes ago. I could call him," Joy offered. "Yeah, do that." Joy called her boyfriend, who said he was just about to pass that neighborhood and he'd head over right away. He arrived in only a few minutes. He hopped out of his car, and seemed pained as he walked across the field. One hand was over his abdomen, like he'd just been punched in the stomach. "I'm gonna get a drink of water real quick," Katie said, and headed over to the pool area. Eric got to the swings and winced. "Are you alright?" Joy asked. Eric's face was contorted in agony, and one hand quickly moved to his groin when he saw Katie leave. "Wait... wait one second..." he said. He turned around right there, unzipped his fly, and relieved himself in the field right there. His stream was impressively powerful, and went on for a long time. He let out a sigh. The sight reminded Joy of her own bladder, which had filled up considerably, and with the sight of Eric's relief, was causing her to squeeze herself and squirm in the swing. Eric zipped up his pants and turned around. "Holy fuck," he muttered, laughing. "Mmm..." Joy whined, and Eric went over to the swings and kissed her. She did her best to hide her desperation. Her legs were locked together, and her body was tense, but other than that she looked completely normal. The hard aches in her abdomen slowly subsided, and she felt fine again. When Katie returned, they took the weed out of the box. Eric taught them to pack it into the bowl and how to take a hit. They both coughed vociferously and laughed as they got the hang of it. Though they were told they wouldn't get high their first time, they certainly felt it. Joy got the bowl and was about to take a hit when a sudden wave of desperation washed over her. The urine that was being held inside of her was pleading to be released. She crossed her legs and moaned in discomfort, swaying from side to side. "What?" Katie asked. "I need to pee!" she was tapping her feet so fast it was jiggling her whole body. Katie laughed, and so did Eric. "Just go," he told her. "There's no bathroom here," she took a hit, and right after the bowl was given to someone else, she put her hands into her crotch. "Just go outside, that's what I do," Katie suggested, giggling. "I'm wearing a onesie, I'd practically be getting naked out here." She withheld the information that she would literally be stripping naked to pee. "Hold it then, I guess. Do you want to go back to the house? My brother's gonna be home in a while and I don't want to get home too late." Joy nodded. When they got up, her need to pee intensified for a second, causing her to dance in place, then it gradually subsided, leaving a dull aching pain inside of her. It seemed the soda before had fully caught up to her. Joy's head was in the sky. She found everything Eric and Katie were saying to be hilarious. It was a little silent for a while, before they passed a discarded spoon on the ground. Katie pointed and randomly exclaimed "spoon!" (something they wouldn't find funny if they were sober), and they busted out laughing. Katie snorted, causing Joy to laugh so hard she fell on her behind. Her dull, aching bladder quickly intensified from this and forced her to shove both her hands into her crotch. She continued laughing as her need increased, pulsing and yearning for relief. She writhed in desperation, but she couldn't stop laughing. The liquid inside her felt like it was gaining weight by the second. Joy had a momentary loss of control, letting a four-second long stream leak into her onesie. The fabric absorbed very little, making her thighs wet and sticky with urine. She locked her legs together and held on hard until the pressure subsided, and then, still giggling, rose to her feet. She didn't mention this, she only kept walking. For the rest of the walk home, it felt like there was a bowling ball inside of her. Joy's thighs were wet from the urine that had escaped her urethra, and she hoped it wasn't visible. She couldn't tell in the dark. She picked up the pace when the house came into sight. They were nearly there, just by the lake next to her house, when Katie said "oh shit," causing her to stop. "We forgot the box at the park!" Eric sighed. "We've got to go back," Katie told them, "or I've got to. You guys can stay here if you want." "No, I don't want you going all the way over there by yourself. I'll come, I just need to pee first." Joy rushed into the house, her need increasing with every step. She got to the bathroom, where she met a terrible sight. The door was locked. She knocked on the door. "Someone's in here!" she heard Abby call. Joy groaned and danced in place, both hands buried in her crotch. She direly needed a toilet. The pent-up urine she'd been retaining for too long was begging to be released. She was nearing her limit, and she could feel it. The last time she peed herself was in seventh grade. Almost making it to the toilet, she wet herself right as she was about to go into the stall. The feeling was similar to this. Abby left the bathroom and Joy sprinted in, slamming and locking the door behind her. She jumped and marched as she tried to get the back flap opened on the onesie, but her movement was too much. She twisted up like a pretzel to try to stay still. She trembled terribly under the enormous weight of her overfilled bladder, but she managed to get it open. Feeling the familiar cool draft on her butt, she rushed to sit down on the toilet. She leaked, but realized that the flap wasn't nearly big enough to pee through. It seemed it was mostly just for show. She pulled the front forward, but it still wasn't enough. She was going to have to undress completely. This proved to be the most difficult part. Sitting on the toilet, she was ready to explode. She was so close to relief, yet so far. Plus, she needed one of her hands to unzip the back. Her legs trembled as she pulled on the zipper. She squeezed herself with her left hand while she pulled with the right, but something wasn't right. The zipper wasn't budging. She gave it a hard yank, but it still wouldn't come. The zipper was stuck. She groaned in pain as she felt her bladder contract and dropped down to a squat to help hold it in. Though this was torture for her bladder, it put pressure on her crotch, which was her primary concern. "I need help," she muttered to herself after a few minutes of struggling. Joy stayed still for a moment to brace herself, then rose to her feet and ran to the others at full speed. She was going to ask for someone to help with her zipper, but before she could get a word out, Katie spoke: "Finally!" she exclaimed, "my brother's going to be home any minute! We've got to hurry." Joy kept her mouth shut, but she was truly ready to explode. Though the uneasy feeling that she'd leak the contents of her bladder out into her onesie had passed, her rock-hard abdomen was still in pain. Every step was painful as they made their way to the park. Nobody seemed to notice the awful predicament Joy found herself in. Every time they passed a bush or a tree, she imagined herself running over and popping a squat behind it, how good it would feel to just let it go. An ant bit her ankle and she bent forward to scratch it off. This proved to be a mistake. It put pressure on her belly, and she felt the shape of her bladder pressing up against her other organs. Joy let out a spurt of urine without any warning. She scrunched up her face and tensed her whole body, waiting for the pain to cease. When she opened her eyes, Eric and Katie were far ahead. She ran to catch up and felt her pee sloshing around inside of her. They finally reached the park. Katie ran up, grabbed the box, then ran back. "You alright?" she heard Eric say. She didn't even notice that she was standing at an odd angle. "I'm okay," she breathed, "I just really need the bathroom." "Didn't you just---" his words were cut off by Katie. "Got it," she said, "let's go." And so they started their journey home. Joy's bladder was filling by the second. She spurted a few more times during the walk home. She couldn't remember a time where she needed to go this bad. By the time the house was within sight, she was in absolute agony. She was more waddling than actually walking. She paused to lock her legs together and jam her hand in her crotch, looking up at the sky to keep the tears at bay. It just hurt so bad she couldn't stand it. When she looked back down, Eric and Katie were so far ahead that they were turning into the driveway, but Joy found that she couldn't move. "Mind over matter..." she muttered through gritted teeth, but when she tried to pry her legs apart she felt a spurt of pee come out. She begged her body to hold on for just a few more minutes. The house was so close, all she needed was to get there and then she could find relief. It felt like she was going to burst if she held on for another second, though. She wondered if she was doing real damage to her insides right now. Joy saw her boyfriend say something to Katie, then start towards her. No, this was bad. He couldn't see her like this. She tried to at least stand up straight, but she felt like she was going to explode. "Hey, you good?" he asked. "I can't... I have to..." she stuttered, fumbling over her words. She looked down at the ground to conceal the tears that began welling up in her eyes. Her urethra burned with the intense desire to just let go, spill the immense amount of pent-up urine she was keeping inside of her. Her legs were shaking under her, and it felt like no amount of holding and muscle tensing would hold back the flood. "...Joy?" Eric said. "I have to pee..." she muttered shakily, "I just need to wait a minute until...omigod... until I can walk again, then I'll use the... the bathroom..." "Didn't you go before?" She shook her head. Her bladder hurt so bad, begging for the relief Joy was cruelly denying it. It was slowly leaking out pee in a small but steady dripping stream. It dampened the fabric further. Drops were travelling down her legs and under her butt. She squeezed even harder and filled her cheeks with air, forcing the stream to cease and torturing herself even further. "I gotta run," Eric said uncomfortably, "so I'll, uh... let you get back to your party. I'll see you." Joy ignored him. She was too focused on the bloated organ that was about to burst inside of her. Eric left, leaving her all alone in the night by herself. She gingerly lowered herself to her knees, trying to get more control over herself, spurting a few times on the way down. "Oww..." she groaned through gritted teeth, on the verge of sobbing. Her lower back was sore, too, accompanying the screaming pain of her bladder. She heard someone call her name. She looked up to see Katie coming towards her. "Are you alright?" she asked, concerned. "I just... I have to pee so bad it... it really hurts, I'm... waiting for it to pass, but it just hurts so bad... I can't move..." Katie didn't seem to know what to do for a moment. "Come on, let's get your onesie off. You're gonna pee right here." "It's stuck..." Joy muttered, "it's why... I couldn't pee before..." "I can get it, trust me." Katie yanked on the zipper. It pulled Joy back, making her lose control for a few seconds. She yanked again, and Joy leaked some more. "Stop...." she said, pressing hard into her pee hole and feeling the loss of control creeping up on her. Katie either didn't hear or didn't care, because she yanked a third time, this time harder than the other times. Joy heard a faint click and a worried "oh, no!" She had broken the zipper. Joy did all she could to hold her pee in, but it began slowly trickling out of her, wetting her thighs. Her whole body was shaking, and her stream was only getting stronger, until she finally broke under the immense pressure. Pee exploded out of her, soaking her legs and her onesie. She was still shaking, then in pain, now in extreme relief. She moaned as her bladder finally emptied, a stream even visible outside of the fabric. It went on for what seemed like forever, until it finally began to falter, growing weaker and weaker until it was just a trickle. She sighed. "That's so much pee!" Katie said, shocked, startling Joy out of her skin. She completely forgot she was there. She tensed in embarrassment with what she just did. She stood up and started stuttering, going completely red in the face, trying to say something to ease the humiliation. "Joy, it's fine," Katie said, smiling. "It happens." She was sweating and shaking again, first in pain, then in relief, now in nervousness. "Yeah, okay, okay..." She looked around at the sidewalk and saw the huge puddle of urine she had made. It was dripping off of the sides. Joy stepped into the grass in front of the lake and sighed. "That's a lot," Katie repeated. "Sorry..." she said, holding up the zipper. "It's fine," Joy put her hand over her belly, feeling a light throbbing. "I still need to pee kind of badly," she laughed. How could there still be so much inside her? "What are we gonna tell the others?" she asked. Katie thought for a moment. Then she walked up to Joy and shoved her into the lake. Completely taken by surprise, she was utterly confused for a moment. Then she understood. "Clumsy," Katie giggled. "Come on, let's go back to the house." Joy stood up in the water. It was about the height of her knees. "Wait, I need to---" it was silent for a minute, then some trickling. She released the rest of her bladder contents, which was a pretty decent amount, then joined Katie on the way back to the house. End
  7. Wetting Dares [NEW]

    I have seen that some people want to join this topic again. So im starting it up again. Basically you tell a dare and then if someone choses they can pick that dare and do it. Then they can post their story or pics on how the dare went down. Feel free to post dares, do dares, or both. Hope you all enjoy
  8. Chapter 1 “FUCK!” I yelled as I ran true a sea of trees. Behind me was a pack of beasts chasing me. “They're catching up!” the small girl strapped to my back yelled. “I know that Bab!” I yell at her as I continue to run. The beasts aren't that strong but fighting a pack of them is a different story. They could easily surround us and kill us before we could do anything. “Why in the hell did you attack the whole pack!” I yelled to Bab as I jumped over a log. “I thought there was only 3 of them,” she told me “left!” “FROST!” I yelled extending my left hand to blast the beast with cold ice magic. It was only knocked back and soon was chasing us again. “Any ideas?” “Ya don't stop running!” she yelled which really didn't help. It wasn't long however before I had to stop in front of a cliff. A raging current below us and a wild pack of beast behind us. We were out of options. I didn't have my sword. Our mana was getting low. And I can feel Bab’s diaper leaking on my back again!. “You trust me?” I asked bab. “Right now? No!” she told me already knowing what I was going to do. “Good, neither do I,” I tell her before jumping off the cliff. Both Of us screaming on our way down, the only thing I could think about was how I got here in the first place. I was just some average guy. Single, working and saving anything extra to start college in a year or two. The luckiest thing to happen to me in the last 3 years was getting a ticket for a hiking trip my friend won in a contest. Sadly his grandma passed away and was going to her funeral. So as to not waste a ticket he gave it to me. And to be honest, while I was having fun I really didn't pack well for it. I didn't know much about hiking and the clothes I bought weren't the best. Just 3 t-shirts, pants, socks, underwear, and a warm jacket. Luckily I did get myself some hiking boots but I also brought my regular pair for when we set camp and I could be more comfortable. The rest of the gear I got from my friend who was already prepared for himself. Camping Travel Cooking Utensils Set (cooking scissor, blender spatula, meat knife, cutting board, soup spoon, stainless steel turner, cook fork and a tongs,) TETON Sports Mountain Adventurer 4000 Backpack Double Sleeping Bag Sundome 2 Person Tent SURVIVAL Traveller First Aid Kit Magnesium Flints Scraper Stone (3) Pocket knife Flashlight 12 Survivors - Hand Pump Water Purifier Extra rope FiveJoy Military Folding Shovel Multi-Tool I was all set for the trip. But after the second day, something strange happens. A freak storm hit us in the middle of the hike. None of us knew what was going on until suddenly I saw a flash of light and the storm was gone. When I opened my eyes I was inside what looked like ruins. Behind me was an altar with some glowing dust scattered all around it. I was too freaked out about all of this that I ran towards the only exit I could see and into a small town. People who looked like they ware from a renaissance fair just stared wide-eyed at me. To make a long story short, I freaked out. It took the townspeople 2 days to explain to me what had happened and why I was here. I was no longer on earth but a place called Caruma. Here everything we know about fantasy is from here. A long time ago two gods fought over an empty world but their fight always lead to a draw. So they decided if they couldn't decide on the winner with their power they would use something else. They created 15 castles and hid them around Caruma. Each crystal summons something from another world. Poruma the black god summoned monsters. Rilla the wight god summoned warriors. Each crystal could summon 1 warrior every 10 years. And the first to destroy all the crystals would be the winner. Over the next 3000 years, the world was populated by man and monster. Humans built towns and temples around the summoning crystals. Out of the 15, 7 white crystals have been destroyed. While 5 dark crystals have been destroyed. When I asked about how I got here they could only give a guess. 31 years prior the town was attacked by monsters and they destroyed the crystal. But because it was already about to summon a hero the remaining pieces must have spent the last 30 years collecting power to summon me here before the crystal died. They then told me who I could go back. The crystals work as a two-way door. On this side, they gather energy and in 10 years they pull someone over. However, if you bring enough magical energy to them you can have them send you back home. The problem with this, it normally takes a lot of magic to do so and there aren't many people who have that type of magic here. So they suggested I go to a city and see if I could find any magic users to send me back. That's when we reached our final problem. I had no way to get them. When the village was destroyed all those years ago most people left and the ones who stayed are now too old or too young to take me. The only exception is a farm boy named John who was 16 2 years younger than me. But in order for him to take me, I had to first make a contract with him. In this world, the heroes learned how to tap into magic but it came with a curse. Each person had to wear a special bracelet and form a contract with another person. This unlocked the power to use magic. However, both people were cursed to never be away from each other long. Should they be away from each other for 6 hours they both will die. If one dies the other has 6 hours to find someone else to form a bond with or they will die as well. The curse can be lifted once the pair completely one of 3 quests and the bracelets can be removed while still granting the person to use magic. The reason he wants to form a bond is that it would make traveling a lot easier through the woods. He said there aren't many strong monsters here but it's better safe than sorry. I had to wait 3 more days before the contract could be made. During that time I the people let me stay with them knowing I had nothing to offer other than some small work. On my final night there I was staying at an orphanage. There were only 5 kids there. 2 boys 3 girls and women who took care of them. She asked me to stay with them for the night as the kids wanted to see what a person from another world looked like. The kids staying here are from parents who either died, left for adventure, or was just left with no idea who the parents were. It was sad but the kids enjoyed playing with me. All except one who only stared at me. The women later told me Ema was the girl's name and that while she was 14 her body was short and looked more like a 10-year-old. Also, she had some problems. For one she couldn't speak. Anything that came out of her mouth sounded like gibberish. Next, her hands couldn't hold onto things well. So she's been forced to use baby bottles. And lastly, she had to wear diapers. For some reason, her bladder was just too weak. I honestly felt bad for her. By the sounds of it, she would have to be taken care of for the rest of her life. Later that night I said my goodbyes to the kids and followed John into the woods. The contract could only be made during a full moon and when it’s made it will make a bright flash so were in the woods so as to not disturb anyone. “Ok this should be good,” he said as we were pretty far from everyone. “Now then let's begin.” He then began to chant something and soon both of our bracelets were glowing. We both raised our hands to form the contract but stopped when we heard something. The contract stopped as we looked around the forest and heard something. Upon investigating we found one of the kids spying on us. Behind them the woman yelling for the girl. Apparently, she chased after us after we left without telling the women. After a brief talk with the women, she was taking the Ema girl when she ran up to me. “be jvy ruwvj ox jvy woz, gy bojv hog c bozupw.” Ema said. As she grabbed my hand wanting me to kneel in front of her. “What’s wrong,” I asked her. “wuhy ik jvy nogyl op oil toilpye cpz gy xuwvj xol jvy luwvj.” she said. suddenly my bracelet began to glow again. “NO!” John yelled. But it was too late. A bright flash hit my eyes and for a few moments, I couldn't see. I just heard the same thing be repeated. “YES YES YES!” a girl cried out in excitement. “EMA! What did you do!” the women yelled and when I could finally see I saw the Ema girl jumping up and down with excitement. “I finally did it! I'll finally be free!” Ema said until the women grabbed her by the hand. “What did you do!?” the women yelled at Ema. “She just formed a contract. How did she even do that?” John asked. That's when I looked at the girl's arm and saw a smaller bracelet on. “Yep and now I can finally get out of here,” Ema said. “How did you even get a bracelet in the first place. And how did you activate the spell?” John asked. “I stole it from miss dumb cunt here.” Ema said and nodded at the women. “And anyone who knows magick knows that spell.” “I think the bracelets mine.” the women told John. “my husband was an adventure.” “But that still doesn't explain how she knew the spell.” he replied. “Wait, didn't she just say she already knew the spell?” I asked and everyone looked at me. “Wait you can understand me!” Ema yelled. “Of cores I can, you're not speaking gibberish anymore,” I tell her. “What are you talking about?” the women asked. “She’s still talking the same,” John told me. “The bracelets! You can understand me because of the bracelets!” Ema yelled. “What do you mean? How can the bracelets do that?” I asked and looked at John who looked very confused. “Enough of this nonsense I'm taking you home Ema and you're going to be grounded!” the women grabbed the girl and started pulling her away. “Stop! My name isn't Ema it's Bab! And I'm not going anywhere!” she said as she tried to resist the much bigger women. “Wait I need to figure this out,” I tell the women. “I'm sorry but she needs to go home. I think all this stimulant is just being too much for Ema.” she tells me. “IM NOT EMA!” the girl screamed as the women jumped when electricity popped out of the girl's hands. Once let go she ran over and got behind me. “She can already use magic!” John said in amazement. “Ema it's time to come home.” the women told her again. “I'm not Ema, I'm Bab. tell her!” the girl said to me. “She said her name’s not Ema but Bab.” I tell the women and Bab nodded in agreement. “Could she be speaking another language and it's only after the contract was formed that you can understand her.” John asked me. After this, it just became a back and forth discussion about me understanding her. We had to prove I could understand her and after a long time, we finally came to the conclusion that I could. But shortly after that, we got into the main and biggest problem. I was now connected to a tiny child and I still needed to leave! After a long discussion about everything, it was finally decided I had to take Bab with me. Because of the curse, we couldn't be more than 40 feet from each other for more than 6 hours and I couldn't stay in the town. I had to find a way home. So, I wound up adopting Bab and forced to take her with me on my journey. Sadly because of her, John could no longer come with us. The plan was to use the magic to get through safely but without it, it just becomes too much of a risk when he would have to come back alone. Before we left the women gave me a bag full of things for Bab. while her backpack had things like clothing, a pillow, blanket, and a few random things. The bag the women gave me had her more ‘personal’ things. Such as 3 bottles, a changing mat, wipes, baby powder, and a lot of diapers. She even had to show me how to change the little girl. Much to bab’s displeasure. In the end, this is where our adventure of began dropped in a new world.
  9. Omo Rocket's art thread

    I've been posting a bit of omo art lately, and decided i'd start my own thread. To begin, here's a little comic i made about a desperate security guard.
  10. here's a clip I found of a Dutch girl wetting her pants and then showing off her accident. She talks directly into the camera to you/the viewer. The set-up is she's making a little dirty film for someone and as she gets home she has a tiny little accident in her pants. She makes a bit of drama about how embarrassed she is and how dirty she feels. She then procedes to undress and to clean herself up revealing her dirty knickers. What I realy love about it, appart from her staged embarrasement is that she talks about her accident in Dutch which to me is a major turn-on. ok, I hope you enjoy it as much as I did nederlands.mp4
  11. LostControl

    From the album Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    We've all been there. Those last few moments when you regret not having gone sooner, but now it's too late. Your bladder won't take it anymore, and despite your best efforts to stop it, you feel a hot spurt jetting out of you, into your jeans and down your legs... The embarrassment, the relief, the warmth spreading down your thighs...You should have gone sooner, but it's too late now. You'd better just wet yourself and get it over with.
  12. It’s my usual set up. A weekend night. I’m drunk. I need the toilet. I look at the loo, then I look at the shower, and I look at what I’m wearing. I finished a bottle of cherry shnapps tonight. And I’m so desperate. But I know how good it will feel. So I do it. I hop in the shower, wearing my usual dress and tights combination. And, without too much effort given my state, I start wetting myself. It’s relieving, it’s relaxing, it’s warming, and it’s beautiful. https://caryspee.tumblr.com/post/169715713644/i-could-do-it-1000-times-and-still-love-it-full I stood for a good ten minutes after completing my wee, enjoying the aftermath. Once I was ready, I stepped carefully out of the shower one foot at a time to avoid slipping, then hobbled to my room, attempting to leave as few wee-y footprints as I could. I got into my room, laid in my mattress protected bed, and enjoyed the aftermath - a situation I am still currently in. 😊
  13. I have found some twitter pages where there is a lot of wetting videos and images. I intend on making this page larger with more links to more pages that i find over time. There will be nudity in these. Some diaper wettings too. But ill keep this page for just wetting. Ill keep in mind age too. If they look underage i wont post and if they are male i wont post. If they have less than three videos i wont post unless their videos exceed a 50 second mark. I don’t thank anyone can enjoy the content when its two videos, each at 15-30 seconds. @NusMz @mek_secret_ @toyochika32 @1999manaka1120 @mellow_twins @Ms9Gi @OaO___m @rinarina_lovely @rurig__xx__osgm @makiyumiomo2 copy an paste these into Twitter an they will work.
  14. So in case you couldn't tell I really, REALLY enjoyed making a comic out of my all-time favorite story from the ToiletStool forums. And by that I mean there are dozens of others I've saved for their quality, and they deserve similar treatments I think. The only problem is these comics take time, I treat them as full productions so each one I gotta design the characters for, possibly some sets to flesh out the story, and all the coloring..I know you guys liked my last one but in order to take up so much of my time away from work for these I feel like this is my best option. Below are a collection of stories that I've set my eyes on for the next rounds. 5 wetting stories plus a 10-in-1 comic from one accident prone poster from around 5 years ago will definitely be made, and those are at the top marked with tentative prices. Since the site now has the option to sell content and I feel my content qualifies as merchandise, these full scale comics will follow the style of the first with a little more solidity to them. And since I don't intend any misrepresentation you can read the stories they're based on in full so you have a pretty good idea of what you're paying for. That said I've also marked some much shorter stories that will become comics about half the size of Silly Sarah, since the desperation buildup and/or aftermath isn't there. Those shall be free, as a lot of stuff here is free and these ones won't take as much. And then there's also a list of stories I'd like to do but they're lower priority, season 2 I guess. That's where you guys come in, tell me which ones you wanna see happen and how much you'd be willing to pay. This is all for you guys so I wanna provide the best service possible to turn this perverse hobby of mine into just some pocket change for me and a lot of wetting comics for you. One final note is although these are all either wetting or peeing stories, some of them contain messing content, so those have been marked for your discretion. Right now the only definite poop story is part of the Stephanie series, which is going to be a pretty huge scope comic even for me so I may split that one up minus the earlier scenes. The ones definitely happening: Aimee M_Hospital_Burst.docx $2 Amy_Peed_my_pants_in_Disney_World.docx $2 Brittany_twins_universal.docx (2 in 1, one fear wetting one laughing) $4 tabitha_held_it_too_long.docx $2 Stephanie.docx (10 stories in 1, contains 3 poop scenes at the moment) $10 These ones are shorter and will be free. Yogi will be the first one. yogi.docx Vanessa_movie_accident.docx Kaitlin_Another_story.docx Jane_Road_Trip.docx Ashley_car_poop.docx (warning needed?) Allison_doctor.docx And then these are bigger stories I wanna do but not before the first five, so give em a read and tell me what you think, or link to your own discoveries - it really is a mine there. Mostly shit but traces of gold ;) There are 2 graduation stories and 3 babysitting stories so that as well might need some voting on to narrow down. Ashley_O_Two_Accidents.docx (contains a poop accident) Carla_Darn_Dog.docx Graduation_wetting.docx Jennifer_Accident_in_College.docx Jessica_Rest_Stop_Accident.docx Maddy.docx (contains poop) Marissa.docx Mylissa_Graduation_Pee.docx Sonya_Sue_Babysitting_Braxton.docx the nanny.docx (contains poop) Danni_Disneyland_pee.docx
  15. I am an omorashi lover who prefers videos that include explicit verbal references (or "dirty talk" if you like to call it this way) regarding the desperation and/or wetting that can be witnessed. I really like to hear women talk about their urge to pee or even mention that they are about to lose it. My native language is German and I have access to a bunch of videos from the (semi-)amateur German porn site "mydirtyhobby" that, as you all probably know, offers a lot of pee content too. So I decided to regularly share a few of them - and include self-made subtitles, hoping that this way English speakers can enjoy the language in these videos too. Of course: If you like the videos, I recommend to become a member of Mydirtyhobby and buy a few of them. There's a lot of great content added each day and supporting those amateurs will keep it this way. The first video is an old one by PoppSylvie from 2013 called "Extremdruck!! In die Jeans gepisst" or "Extreme pressure - pissed my jeans" in English. It features poor Sylvie with a full bladder on a highway rest area that obviously doesn't have a toilet. It's my first attempt on creating my own subtitles and so I chose a video with only a few lines of text - still a great one I think. I'm happy to receive constructive feedback. I'll try to post a few more in the next few days. And if one of you has a good German omorashi video for which he always wanted to know what the actors were saying, feel free to post it in here and ask for a translation. I'll be happy to create subtitles whenever I find the time. PoppSylvie - Extreme Pressure (English subs).mp4
  16. 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.
  17. 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.]
  18. Hey all! Before I start; a few things: - I'm writing this on my laptop, and for some reason, whenever I press something like ' or ", it instantly types it, so I can't really write things like "Pokemon" correctly - I'm not English, so there may be some spelling mistakes - I don't really have a schedule for when I write, so check back often ;) Now, without further ado: ------------------------------------------------------- She opened her eyes, but quickly closed them to block out the harsh sunlight comming from the window. Eyes still closed, she yawned. "You up?" She heard from downstairs. "Comming!" She yelled, her voice raspy and dry. She opened her eyes and sat up, brushing her halflong hair out of her face and wrapping her blanket around her shoulders. She looked around the room. Everything was bathing in the warm morning light, almost making it look like a painting. She pushed her bright pink blanket away from her and got up. "Good morning sleepyhead" her mom smiled from the kitchen. "Mornin'" She replied "What's for breakfast?". "I'm making some eggs, here, have a taste". "Oh, by the way..." Chloe looked up, her mouth stuffed with egg "your dad asked you to come by later today". Chloe swallowed her egg and took a breath before replying "Oh? Something the matter?". "I don't know, he was running late, so you'll have to ask him. You should probably leave as soon as possible". Chloe knew her mom was right, her dad was a busy man and if he asked her to come to his work, it was probably something important. "And, of course..." her mom looked slyly at her "Happy Birthday hunny". Her mom got a package from underneath the table, wrapped in bright yellow paper with different kinds of berrys on it. "Oh my gosh mom thanks!" Chloe eagerly took the package and opened it. Inside, there was a pretty, black bracelet with small pink stones on the side. "I love it!" Chloe yelped as she put it on, "Thank you!" she said as she hugged her mom. The lab was always quite imposing, being the biggest building in the town, with a big poke-ball logo on the front and fancy glass doors. Chloe swallowed and walked inside. The blonde behind the counter looked up and smiled. "Ah, Chloe, your dad is expecting you" she said, and Chloe smiled at her as she walked past and went up the stairs. Once at the third floor, she walked through the hallway, counting the doornumbers, "34...35...36...Ah!". She opened the door and walked into the office, if it could be called that. It had the desk and the bookcases, but lining the wall were pipes and machinery, and a glass wall with a door leading to a blue-ish room where even bigger machines were puffing away. "Ah, Chloe! Good that you could see me on such a short notice. First off all; happy birthday darling, did your mom give you your present?" "Yes!" Chloe proudly stuck out her arm, showing off her bracelet. "Haha, glad you like it. Now, you're probably wondering why I called you over here" he asked "Well, my Staraptor got blindsided by an Archeops, and he's down for the count, so I need you to get me some stuff from the next town over.". Chloe's eyes widened, she barely ever left the town, so this was a great opportunity. "I'll let you choose one of the Pokemon working here to assist you on your journey". Chloe heard a lot of rumbling behind her, and as she turned around, she saw a bunch of Pokemon behind her. There were Kling, Klang and Klingklang, a Magnezone, a Clefairy, and more, just out of her sight. "Hmmmmm" she said, looking around, when she saw something yellow shoot away on the wall, quickly moving in here direction, dropping from the ceiling and dropping on the ground in front of her, majestically landing on it's feet. The Galvantula looked at her, head tilted like a puppy, eight glistening eyes. Chloe turned around, "I'll take Galvantula, he seems pretty excited to go outside" she said. "Great!" he replied, "And if anything happens, call mom, ok? There's a professor at the Sandcurl Pokecentre, he'll know what to do". "Ok, I shall not dissapoint you, sir!" she said, saluting with a smirk, before jumping on Galvantula's back and riding out of the office... TO BE CONTINUED
  19. Mack

    I have been thinking about this story for what feels like forever, but I've been very bad about writing. It will have five chapters, the way I have it pictured, so by posting the first (short, introductory) section, I'm trying to force myself into getting it all written down. We'll see how that works out :) ***** Gina Sanchez groaned and placed a hand over her protruding belly. Her OB-GYN appointment was in 45 minutes, and she had just walked out to the parking lot to find her front tire hopelessly flat. Gina sighed and reached into her purse for her AAA card and phone. “I’m sorry, ma’am,” the voice from the hotline said, “but our volume of calls is higher than usual at the moment. Because you’re in a safe area, other calls take priority. It will likely be at least an hour before we can get someone out to help you.” Gina sighed again and thanked the person on the phone. She looked back toward the school, trying to decide what to do next. She could just call a cab or ride-share, she supposed, and then come back after her appointment. She leaned back against the car to take some of the weight off of her feet. At six months pregnant, she knew she wasn’t as big as she was going to be, but the extra pounds of pregnancy – not to mention the odd distribution of the weight – took a lot of getting used to. Although their suburb was reasonably small and welcoming, Gina and her husband, Hector, had lived there less than a year, so she hadn’t made any friends who she felt comfortable calling for help in the middle of the day. While Hector started his surgical residency at the hospital in the city, Gina had gotten a job as an art teacher at the local high school. The position was only half-time; like most schools, the district couldn’t afford a full arts curriculum, so courses were only offered in the morning. Although there were usually opportunities for Gina to sub for other teachers in the afternoons, the job allowed her plenty of flexibility to prepare for the baby. Of course, that flexibility would be put to the test now. Instead of going to the doctor and then taking the rest of the afternoon to cook and continue preparing the house, Gina would have to work in a trip to the mechanics to get the tire fixed. Just as she was about to pick up her phone again to order a ride, Gina caught sight of a tall figure walking out of the school. Dominic Mackenzie - called “Mack,” as any guy with the last name of Mackenzie was legally obliged to be - was an 18-year-old senior. Gina hadn’t had him in class, but every teacher at the high school knew Mack. Everyone knew him, Gina thought, and very few would have done what she was about to do. “Dominic!” Gina called, waving across the parking lot. Mack turned and squinted. He hesitated, his face masked of any real emotion, but then started walking toward Mrs. Sanchez’s car. Gina inhaled deeply. She knew about Mack, of course, but she’d never personally had any problems with him. And ultimately, the important thing about the boy at the moment was that he worked at a local garage, so Gina was reasonably sure he knew how to change a tire. The unimportant, though not entirely irrelevant thing was that Mack had a fairly outsized reputation at the school. Gina tried not to listen to all of the rumors, of course, bandied about by students and teachers alike, but one set of facts remained undeniable: about three months ago, just before winter break, Mack and another student had gotten into a vicious fight, ending with Mack breaking the other boy’s jaw. Such violence from a high schooler, especially at a school not at all known for aggression among the students, was bound to create stories. Mack was a gang member, Mack was an enforcer for a drug ring in the city, Mack was the young leader of an underground fight club…Gina didn’t take any of these rumors at face value, but Mack had exactly the kind of quiet personality and lack of social connections that all but urged others to fill in the blanks on his unknown story. Mack’s tall, dark, and broad-shouldered stature only added to the bad-boy persona that the entire school seemed willing to foist upon him. “What’s going on, Mrs. Sanchez?” Mack asked, quietly but not prohibitively. The boy was certainly intimidating, staring down at her from under thick eyebrows, but Gina wasn’t fearful by nature. She had a problem, and this young man could help her fix it. Gina smiled and gestured toward the completely flat tire. “I have a spare in the trunk, but I can’t do it myself. Could you please help me?” Mack paused. In a split second, unseen by Mrs. Sanchez, dozens of thoughts and considerations flew through his mind. But all he said was “Of course. Can you pop the trunk?” Gina grinned, relieved. She pulled the trunk open and stepped aside. With practiced hands, Mack lifted the cover and pulled out the lug wrench and wheel wedges. “It doesn’t take long, right?” Gina asked, more to make conversation than out of any real concern for the time. “Just a few minutes,” Mack replied, kicking the wedges under the opposite tire. He didn’t mean to be curt, but he hadn’t planned on the ten to fifteen extra minutes. Not that he would have left a pregnant woman in need of help, of course, but keeping his schedule was very important. “You’re not going to be late, are you?” Gina continued as Mack raised the jack. Mack didn’t answer right away, so Gina continued. “You go Dermot’s in the afternoons, right?” Dermot’s Garage was the mechanic where Mack worked. Apprenticed, really. “I’ll be fine,” the teen responded. He was now crouched down, loosening the lug nuts from the flat tire. Gina gave up trying to make conversation. Mack wasn’t being rude, she knew, but if he wasn’t big on chatting – at the very least, not with teachers outside of school – she wasn’t going to force it from him, especially not when he was already doing her a favor. Mack worked efficiently but thoroughly, removing the flat tire and placing it in the well in the trunk. He stood at the back of the car for just a moment before returning to the front wheel. He placed the spare onto the wheel and began tightening the bolts, alternating back and forth across the wheel to keep the tire balanced. Gina didn’t really know anything about changing tires, so she didn’t notice the brief, oddly-spaced hesitations in Mack’s work, or how he subtly shifted position multiple times. Mack had been honest when he’d told Mrs. Sanchez that it wouldn’t take long, but minutes mattered. Mack gnawed on the inside of his lip, glad that the work was almost finished. The spare in place, Mack lowered the jack and walked to the other side of the car to pick up the wedges. As he stood up, wedges in hand, he froze for a second. Gina, who was inspecting the spare tire placement (not really knowing what she was looking for, other than that it looked straight and secure), didn’t see. By the time she looked up, Mack was returning the materials to the trunk and securing the cover. “Thank you so much, Dominic,” Gina said, once again using his first name as a marker of professional distinction. “No problem, Mrs. Sanchez,” Mack nodded once in acknowledgement and turned to leave. “Can I pay you?” Gina asked, raising her voice to call him back. Mack paused, but didn’t turn around. “I don’t have a lot of cash, but I can give you something for your time-“ “It’s fine,” Mack interrupted, his voice clipped with a sense that Gina couldn’t quite interpret. He was facing away from her, but looked sideways over his shoulder. “Well, is there anything el-“ Gina cut herself off. There was an odd sound, a kind of trickling that seemed amplified in the school parking lot. Momentarily confused, Gina started to speak. “Dominic? What-“ But she cut herself off again as she noticed a puddle growing around Mack’s right foot. Instantly, realization snapped into place, and she shut her mouth abruptly. For several long, uncomfortable seconds that seemed like much longer, student and teacher stood without speaking, with only the terribly out-of-place sound of liquid rushing against fabric before pattering onto the asphalt between them. When the sound finally stopped, Mack exhaled slowly. The right leg of his jeans was soaked, as were his left sock and shoe. “Dominic…” Gina breathed, unsure of what to say or do. Mack kept his feet planted, facing away from Mrs. Sanchez. He knew she couldn’t see the full stain on his jeans, but the sound and the puddle on the ground were plenty incriminating. There’s no way she didn’t know what had just happened. “That’s just a donut, not a full spare,” Mack spoke softly but evenly over his shoulder. “So you don’t want to go over 50 miles per hour. You’ll want to get it replaced as soon as you can.” Gina blinked, not quite able to process the past 60 seconds. “Dominic, are you-“ Mack raised his head and met Mrs. Sanchez’s eyes. His gaze was steady and unabashed. “Do you need anything else, Mrs. Sanchez?” Gina’s mouth was slightly open, but she straightened her neck and tried to follow the student’s lead. “No, Dominic,” she deliberately kept her voice clear. If Mack was going to continue as if nothing happened, then so would she. “I really appreciate your help.” Mack nodded and strode away, leaving Gina wondering what exactly had just happened.
  20. Those who have read my experiences on the site will know, up until the summer between second and third grade, I was diapered due to a pathological fear of flushing, unease for about a week about a public bathroom in a new locale, as in it would generally take me a week or so to get used to public bathroom in any, particularly education based, new enviroments, and liking them. Well, that played a part in it. Let's take for instance my days at Saint John Vianney, kindergarten in this case. Whenever I was sitting on the carpet, whether just playing around or during story time, it was quite easy for me to pee without anyone noticing. I would normally sit back, spread my legs a bit to help ease pressure, and just let go into my padding. If I was sitting, same thing really. I basically could pee myself and no one would notice. I don't think, from preschool to 2nd grade, no one knew I was diapered. Messing was a bit tougher as that would cause me to use more concentration, keep my butt a bit off the seat or floor so there was pressure applied to keep it in, and try not to fart cause, even if my diaper and pants/shorts muffled the sound, a series of farts from one kid might arouse suspicions
  21. Guns for the Vox

    So I actually really like this one. The ending is more heartfelt than the others, so I'd be really, really happy if you read all the way through. I wrote it after watching SAO Abridged... you know, the end of episode eight? Yeah, kinda got the inspiration from that. Anyway, this one has been a long time coming, so enjoy! ... Elizabeth bit her lip. She didn’t know exactly how long she had needed to pee, just that it was all she could think about right now. Mr. DeWitt had promised her Paris, but, right now, all she wanted was a toilet. To her dismay, however, they were in the middle of a firefight. “Elizabeth!” Booker shouted at her, grabbing her attention. “I could use a little help!” Elizabeth snapped her attention to the scene in front of her. Booker had already ended the lives of three Fink men- Elizabeth gasped as she looked at the bloody mess where the last one’s head had been- but he had taken wounds himself. She noted a bullet graze on his leg and a hole on his upper arm. “Got anything for this?” He asked impatiently. Elizabeth nodded hurriedly and turned to open a nearby tear that contained a box full of medkits. Booker continued to shoot at the Fink men as Elizabeth rushed over to the box and grabbed one of the first aid kits. “Booker,” she shouted. “Catch!” He looked up and she lobbed the kit towards him. He caught it easily and immediately started to dress his wounds. Elizabeth nodded, satisfied, and began to survey the room once more. There were still five men rushing between pillars and using the gap in gunfire to reload and regroup. Elizabeth decided she would change that. Looking up at the various tears available, she found one that housed an automated turret. This will send them running, Elizabeth thought. She closed her eyes and concentrated her entire mind on bringing the turret to life. A loud crack filled the air, and, when she opened her eyes again, the room was bright with the fire of a machine operated chaingun. Elizabeth watched as the men scattered again, but, to her horror, one was too slow and caught a full volley of bullets directly to the chest and stomach. He fell in a heap and stopped moving. Elizabeth gasped and covered her mouth, but, just as her eyes started to fill with tears over what she had done, a bullet whizzed by her head and caused her to fall to the ground from shock. She spent a moment looking at the ceiling, trying to catch her breath, but, when she came back to her senses, it wasn’t her breathing that was out of control. Her hands flew to her crotch, one clamping onto her leaking pee hole and the other landing on top of the first. She squeezed her legs together and clenched, hard. Even with all of her preventive measures, the flow took a moment to subside. She sat up, feeling her wet panties slide against her and a couple drips of urine leak down her leg. Her eyes widened in horror, but, just as she was about to look at the damage for herself, the gunfire in the room ceased. Elizabeth looked up to find that the room was empty, except for a few corpses, she and booker, and a loudly whining, smoking turret. Elizabeth recalled her tear and the turret vanished. “Alright,” Booker called, “that’s the last of ‘em. Ready to move on?” Elizabeth looked at the floor. “What is it?” Booker asked, walking closer. “It’s nothing…” Elizabeth responded, feeling a flush creep onto her face. Booker came closer still. “What?” He asked, coming within mere feet of the humiliated girl. “I didn’t hear you.” Elizabeth shook her head and continued to look at the ground, her face reddening further. Booker walked straight up to her and put his hand on her shoulder. “I saw what happened with that turret, Elizabeth. You don’t have to feel guilty, you know. He was going to try and kill us. You don’t have to blame yourself for getting him first.” Elizabeth looked up at him, her eyes tearing up from the reminder of what had happened. “It really is completely fine.” Elizabeth nodded, and Booker smiled softly at her, before a thoughtful expression took it’s place. “Do you smell that? Popcorn…” He looked around, clearly trying to find the source of the smell, but Elizabeth could only turn away from him, embarrassed. She knew exactly where the smell was coming from. “Oh well,” he announced after searching for a moment and finding nothing. “Time to get moving.” Elizabeth nodded again, and waited for Booker’s footsteps to resume before following at a distance. She didn’t want him smelling her again. She was only a few steps into their journey, however, before another wave of desperation wracked her body. She was afraid to grab herself where Booker could see, so it was all she could do to clench her hands into fists at her sides and try to hold her pee in with muscles alone. After a few moments of agonizing desperation, Elizabeth was confident that the surge was almost over and began to relax… when another wave overtook her, even more intense than the one before. Before Elizabeth could react, a short jet of pee had escaped her, re-wetting her panties and dripping down her leg. Elizabeth gasped and grabbed herself, convinced that she couldn’t stop it any other way. After a long moment and another, longer spurt, she finally got herself under control, waiting until she was certain the wave of desperation had passed to relax. Elizabeth looked up, expecting to find Booker studying her with a disgusted expression, but, to her alarm, he had not only continued on without her, but was nowhere to be seen. Elizabeth considered running in the direction he had gone, but another pang of desperation put an end to that idea. After she had gotten her bladder under control (luckily with no squirts), she decided that it would be a much better idea to go look for a bathroom. The street was empty, save for the dead bodies of the Fink employees Booker had ended, so she was free to enter any building she desired. The first building she tried was locked, as were the second and third. Elizabeth nearly gave up and decided to pee in the street, but she seemed to recall a store that had been open on their way through. She began to walk back the way they came. She could practically feel her bladder filling up, but, to her dismay, the store she had in mind was all the way at the end of the street. She could barely make out the sign, but she was convinced that, if she could just make it to that store, she would have a chance to relieve her bladder. She had only walked a few yards when another stab of desperation seized her. With no one around to see her, she felt comfortable enough to grab herself to stop the flow… but, to her horror, it wasn’t enough. Even with her hands jammed into her crotch, drops of urine began to escape her. She gasped and bent forward at the waist, trying to find a safe position for her bladder. As if to spite her, her bladder’s only response was to increase the flow, a spurt escaping her pee hole, then another that shot through her panties and dampened the front of her skirt, under her hands. Elizabeth, gasped again, holding her breath this time, and crossing her legs, hard. Another spurt, longer this time. “No…” Elizabeth whimpered. Finally, Elizabeth’s only hope was to clench her bladder. To her amazement, the flow sputtered out and stopped. After a moment, the wave of desperation passed… sort of. Her bladder would not be ignored anymore. It would be a constant annoyance until she reached a bathroom or wet herself, she could tell. It was all she could do to hobble toward the building at the end of the street, bent into a position where she could maintain bladder control. Her bladder screamed at every step, but she closed the distance all the same. Thirty yards, twenty yards, ten yards, and finally she was there. There was only one thing in her way. Stairs. It was only five steps, but the first one was torture. She could hardly contain herself as her legs spread apart to mount the obstacle. The second one was better, but the third was worse. The fourth was agony, and Elizabeth felt a squirt escape her, but she couldn’t stop. Not so close to her goal. The last step was unbearably painful, but Elizabeth made it anyway. The only penalty was that her occasional squirt turned into a constant, light drip. Elizabeth pushed the door open, saying a silent prayer of thanks when it wasn’t locked. She stumbled into the store, looking anywhere and everywhere for a sign indicating a bathroom, but she found nothing. Instead, she stumbled into the back room, groaning as the movement turned her drip into a tiny stream, but she was so close… or so she thought. The back room was only a store room. Elizabeth moaned helplessly, but, just as she was about to despair, something popped up in the store room. A tear, with a full bathroom in it. Stalls, sinks, toilets- as many as she could want. The sight almost made Elizabeth lose control completely, but she held it in. She couldn’t let go this close to her goal. She closed her eyes and focused all her attention on the tear… but instead of a crack, Elizabeth heard a hiss. While she was distracted, her bladder had let loose in earnest. Despite the bathroom right in front of her, Elizabeth couldn’t stop the spray from escaping her exhausted bladder. All she could do was fall to her knees, grabbing more and more of her skirt to absorb the flow, although she had no idea why. The hiss was deafening, and Elizabeth could only look at the ceiling, her face beet red and tears dripping out of her eyes, as the entire contents of her bladder escaped, soaking her legs and her skirt and then collecting in an ever growing puddle on the floor. It took almost a minute for the flow to subside, and, as Elizabeth’s panic faded, she could only marvel at just how much pee she had been holding. When she finally finished peeing, she closed her eyes and stood up, cringing as the drips of pee that clung to her panties and skirt fell down her legs. When she turned around to leave, her eyes widened as she found Booker standing in the doorway, one eyebrow raised. “What happened?” He said, feigning ignorance, but when he saw the tears on Elizabeth’s face his tone changed. “Oh, I’m sorry Elizabeth. Are you okay?” “Yes,” she mumbled, “I’m fine.” She took a deep breath and tried to suppress her soft sobs, but failed. Booker took her hands. “How did you find me?” She asked him in a quiet whisper. “I saw you struggling up the steps outside when I came looking for you,” he responded, “I was worried you were hurt. I hope you’re not too embarrassed, but this is kinda preferable to me.” Elizabeth was taken aback by his lack of disgust and could only giggle at his subtle joke. “I’m glad you’re not crying anymore,” he said softly. “Now come on, kid. We’ve got some guns to get.” He walked slowly out of the back room, stopping to make sure that Elizabeth was following. Elizabeth smiled weakly at him, wiped the tears from her eyes and followed. This would be a long day. ... So that's the end of the story! Please let me know what you thought in the comments (like whether you prefer it ending right after the accident or continuing for a couple more paragraphs) and thank you so much for reading! If you have any suggestions, shoot me a PM and I'll get to it as soon as I can, or feel free to read my other stuff!
  22. Female Riding Desperation

    I might be getting more confidence back because I'm posting another story now, this one with original characters. Also, I named the horse after a dog in My Little Pony. Riding Desperation Stella was about to compete in a horse race. She was wearing a red T-shirt and a pair of skintight light brown riding pants (jodhpurs). She was a very attractive country girl, 24 years of age, with long blonde hair. She also had a lot of pride, and was racing against her cocky and arrogant rival, Terrence. It was a hot day out, so she drank five whole bottles of soda. She got on top of her horse, Winona, and started to ride. The race was on a track that went around all of Chicago - and it was five laps! Just as she was starting her second lap, she needed to pee. She considered stopping at one of the outhouses on the side of the track, Terrence was just behind her. She didn't want to lose to him. She decided to hold it. By the time she started her third lap, she really needed to go. She pushed Winona to run faster so she could win the race and find a bathroom! She was fidgeting atop Winona for the entire third lap, and became even more desperate by the fourth lap. She could feel waves of pee sloshing inside her. If she didn't find relief soon, she was going to wet her pants! She looked behind her. There was no sign of any other riders. She decided to stop at the side of the track and pee there. She pulled on Winona's reigns, and she skidded to a stop. Stella jumped off Winona and walked to the side of the track. She had just pulled her pants down when Winona reared back, whinnying loudly. Stella turned to the left, and saw Terrence fast approaching. Stella groaned, pulled her pants back up, and hopped back on Winona's back. Terrence had just passed her when she started riding again, in desperate need of a bathroom and very annoyed. She had thought she was finally going to get relief! "See you at the finish line!" taunted Terrence as he was ahead of Winona. Stella slapped Winona's butt as hard as she could, making her run faster, both to beat Terrence and to get to a bathroom. The pressure in her bladder was intense, and she wasn't sure how much longer she could hold it. She held herself with one hand while holding Winona's reins with the other, squirming where she sat. Occasionally Terrence would look behind him to see how far ahead of Stella he was, and noticed her fidgeting and holding herself, a pained expression on her face. "Looks like someone has to go to the bathroom! You should probably take a pit stop, or you'll have an accident! That's why I used the bathroom before the race!" Stella hadn't peed all day, and she had to admit Terrence had a point. She had to pee really badly and it was all her fault for not using the bathroom at all today, not even for a morning pee. She pushed Winona to run faster, and she slowly started to catch up to Terrence. The pee was still sloshing around inside her and the throbbing in her bladder increased by the minute. She hoped it would rain. Then she could just pee and no one would notice cause she was already wet. But there wasn't a cloud in the sky. She was sweating quite a bit from the heat and her intense need to pee, but not enough to show up on her pants, so if she wet herself, everyone would know. Another jolt from her bladder told her she should just find an outhouse and pee. But, she couldn't. She didn't want to lose to Terrence. If he beat her he'd taunt her all her life that he was a better rider than her, and she couldn't use the defense that she had to go to the bathroom because she had put herself in this position. As Stella and Winona were starting to get past Terrence, Terrence threw a rock at Winona. Winona reared back, and Stella fell on her butt. Pain exploded through her rear and she leaked a little into her underwear, but she managed to hold the rest of it in. Stopping only to rub her sore butt, she climbed back on Winona and rode faster than ever, both out of desperation and to catch Terrence. As the fifth lap began, Stella started to catch up to Terrence again. She REALLY needed to go, and one more long lap and she could find a bathroom! She considered trying to sabotage Terrence, but she couldn't think of how. She had nothing she could throw at Terrence or his horse. As she got beside Terrence, she leaked a little more. She whimpered and put both her hands on her crotch. Terrence chuckled at this. Without Stella gripping the reins, she nearly fell off Winona, but with one hand she grabbed the reins again and kicked Winona's sides, causing Winona to run faster and pull ahead of Terrence. They were halfway done the lap when Stella was ahead of Terrence. The horses were getting a little tired, but the race was almost done. Stella still had to go to the bathroom really badly. "No... no!" said Terrence, who couldn't make his horse run faster. Stella was going to win. But hopefully she'd wet herself and be humiliated all the same! As the finish line came into view, Stella felt a little relieved. The race was almost over. She could find relief soon. Another twinge from her bladder made her more panicked. She tried to cross her legs, but couldn't while she was riding. And then, her bladder finally gave out. Stella wet her pants. She blushed beet red as her pants grew warm and wet, though she couldn't deny the relief felt good. She was still peeing when she crossed the finish line. "And the winner is... Stella! And Terrence gets the silver trophy," The announcer added as Terrence crossed the finish line, looking annoyed, but it changed to smugness when he saw Stella wetting herself. The audience started to laugh as well. "Stella wet her pants!" taunted Terrence. "The only reason she won is because she was desperate to get to a bathroom! I would have won otherwise!" "I still won," said Stella with as much dignity as she could muster in her current state. "Next time I'll pee before the race and I'll still beat you! The only reason you even pulled ahead was cause I was stoppin' to pee on the side of the track!" Terrence couldn't argue with this, and stomped off in a rage. Stella played around in the mud before collecting her trophy. Far less embarrassing to be covered in mud than to have wet her pants. She claimed her trophy and then went home to change, taking a long bubblebath in her dirty riding pants before she did so. The end
  23. JAV - Leaking from pants

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    20 almost-made-it wetting scenes set in a public restroom. All in jeans, shorts, and pants. Most scenes show some desperation as the girls make their way to/line up for the toilet; all of them lose it to varying degrees shortly after closing the stall door. Each wetting features split views: 1. wetting - single view from below (hope you don't mind the lens getting sprayed in pee!) 2. replay - front, below, rear 3. cleanup - front and rear For those who want the wettings only, are pressed for space, or want to ration their daily downloads, the second half of Part 3 features the triple view replays only.

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  24. Whilst i'm scrolling through my tumblr i come across some little short vids that people have posted which I love so i thought i would share them here. I will update this thread when i find new ones instead of making new topics. #1 - Short vid of a girl peeing in her panties and on the bed. PantyPee.mp4 #2 Wetting white panties in the bath whitepanty.mp4
  25. View File Lainey Master folder All Lainey videos, 9 files included Submitter Mnlover1234 Submitted 02/19/2018 Category Diapers and ageplay