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  1. Would anyone happen to have ripped a youtube vlog uploaded from 2021 about a college girl and her bladder problems? I don't remember the girl or her channel's name, but here is what I do remember. She documents herself having various pant peeing accidents throughout her day; in her dorm room, during class and even when she goes out to shop for food. No streams, stains or puddles are shown to my recollection, but I could be wrong. The video was titled something on the line of "College Girl Pees Her Pants Vlog". If anyone could help me look for it, that would be greatly appreciated and if I could also get the girl's name, even better. Thank you.
  2. Thanks to the bathroom being occupied, this happens. Thanks to Sakamata for the art

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  3. AUTHOR NOTE: So, back in the day I was a huge fan of the fanfic: 'Having Cousins To Stay'; it was actually one of the earliest Omorashi fanfics I ever read. As far as I've seen, the story has been abandoned for over half a decade and so, as a little tribute to it for nostalgia's sake, I wanted to do my own continuation of it. This will probably be a one-off but if people really like it, I might do more parts. If the author sees it and does not approve of this, please message me and I will take it down. Same for the admins, as I don't want to break any content rules and so will be very careful with the language I use here in descriptions. Again though, if its going over the line for any reason; just let me know. I'm going to attempt to emulate the original's author's style to maintain continuity. This is not me thinking I can do it 'better' or trying to 'improve' their work, just my tribute to something which helped me realise what I liked, all those years ago. CONTINUITY: For longtime fans, I've decided to do two 'Scenarios' here: One that follows on from the story's ending, the other which alters the canon prior. The first scenario will be an alternate version of the story in which 'Izzy' never wet herself after her shopping trip and how that would impact the story, while the second will continue on from after Izzy wets herself on her father's lap and the story was left on a cliffhanger. I hope you all enjoy and again; as said, this is not me saying I'm better than the author. I'm not. This is meant only as a tribute. Here we go: SCENARIO 1: IZZY MAKES IT (CONTINUATION FROM CHAPTER 5B ENDING) Max was about to carry on teasing her when they heard the noise of the others coming back in. They heard Ellen's voice: "Uh...Izzy are you okay?" "I'm fine." Izzy sounded very anxious. "I'll be back in two minutes." Suddenly Izzy appeared at the bathroom door, her thighs crossed in desperate agony with a hand inside her panties, clearly trying to hold back a flood. Anna saw a sudden chance to reduce how much of her parents' anger would be coming at her. "Sorry Izzy" she giggled. "You'll have to wait until I'm out of the bath. You know the rule about using the bathroom while someone's washing." "Shut up. I have to go." Izzy came into the bathroom, her face bright red with embarrassment at her predicament being so obvious. She moved towards the toilet, trying to accept the fact that she was going to have to use it in full view of her cousin and her sister. But Max blocked her way. "No, Anna's right, Izzy. That is your parents' rule." He grinned meanly, as he reached for the faucet. (CANON DIVERGENCE) "No max, don't; please!" cried Izzy desperately, bouncing on the spot. She knew that if her cousin turned on the faucet, she was going to wet herself; no question. Desperately clenching her legs, she knew she only had a few seconds left to get to the toilet. "Please" she begged, as Max's hand held dangerously close to the faucet. He looked at her with an evil grin, yet just as Izzy was certain he was about to undo all of her valiant efforts, he lowered his hand. "You owe me. Don't forget it". Suddenly, Max grabbed Anna; pulling her out of the bath and wrapping her in a nightgown, as Izzy raced past her. "Thank you!". "Get off of me!" shouted Anna, annoyed; as Max pushed her out of the bathroom, closing the door behind them. Izzy yanked down her skirt and pants in one. Just like her close-call with her ballet, the very instant she sat down on the toilet; her pee came rushing out, a flood racing out into the toilet, as Izzy gasped with relief. "That was way too close" she whispered. Izzy knew that if Max had turned that tap, she would have wet herself in full view of her cousin and sister; to say nothing of what Ellen and her parents reaction would have been. She was more than a little concerned about what Max would expect from her over this, as she already owed him for helping her to avoid wetting herself in the car. Whatever it was, she just hoped it wouldn't be something she'd have to deal with for a while. Sighing with relief now that her bladder was empty, she pulled her clothes back up, flushed the toilet and had just finished washing her hands, when a loud banging could be heard on the door. "Izzy, open up!". It was her mum's voice. Izzy instantly opened the door, as her mum walked in, staring at her suspiciously. Ellen was standing a few ft. behind her, peeking her head round; wondering if Izzy had made it. "What's up mom?" said Izzy, trying to sound casual. "Did you make it?" she asked sternly, looking Izzy over several times. "Of course I did, I'm not a little girl!". "Lift up your skirt". "What?! Mom-" Izzy began to protest but her mom cut her off. "Your skirt, now. I know how desperate you were during that car ride Izzy, now lift it up!". Izzy blushed bright red, embarrassed to have her desperation pointed out so blatantly in front of Ellen. Thankfully, nothing had happened and so she felt a slight sense of smugness as she revealed her pink knickers, completely dry; with not a single wet spot to be found. "I told you, I needed to go a little but its fine. I don't have accidents like I used to. I can hold it". Izzy lowered her skirt, as her mom's expression softened. "I guess I underestimated you. I'm sorry". Izzy nodded forgivingly, as her mom left the bathroom; to give Anna a scolding for the accident she'd had at the baseball game. Heading to their bedroom, Ellen turned to her: "You looked like you came pretty close there!". Izzy felt incredibly childish at her older cousin referring to her near accident and tried to hide the shame. "Nah. By the time we got here, I guess I needed to go a fair bit but I could have held it a while longer" lied Izzy. "Its been years since I've had an accident". That was a lie too and Izzy hoped that Ellen would NEVER EVER hear about the shopping trip last Christmas. Regardless, Ellen nodded. "Yeah, I tend not to let myself even get desperate these days. Holding on too long, squirming about: That's something little kids do". Izzy blushed again; feeling self-conscious, forgetting how Ellen had suffered an accident of her own on the day she'd arrived. Two if you counted her peeing on Anna's bed to avoid wetting her pyjamas. Wanting to avoid the topic of bladder control entirely, Izzy changed the topic. "Come on, I've got some awesome movies we can watch tonight. Maybe dad can make us some popcorn". "Let's do it!". SCENARIO 2: IZZY WETS HERSELF FOR THE SECOND TIME "So Izzy, you know why we're doing this?" "Yes Dad." "Why?" Izzy grimaced, really wanting to get this done quickly. "Because I wet myself." "Yes, you wet yourself, which you're far too old to be doing. And you lied to your Mom - telling her that you didn't need to go." Izzy crossed her legs - really not appreciating the reminder. He continued: "you need to learn that at your age, that's not acceptable. You're eleven Izzy - we really shouldn't be having these discussions still." "I know Dad." "Okay, come on then, let's get this over with." As soon as he lay Izzy across his lap, lying on her front with her legs uncrossed, the urge from her bladder was suddenly much stronger. He pulled up her nightie and gave her a first slap across her bottom. As with Anna, it wasn't strong enough to really hurt, but it did make her gasp. As soon as it happened, she knew that she had leaked a small drop of pee. The wetness tickled unbearably between her legs. At the second slap, she caught her breath again and a little more leaked out. She had a desperate urge to squirm now and could barely hold it back. She started to panic. "Um Dad, please can I..." The next slap came down before she could get the words out, and Izzy felt the control of her bladder go all together as the pee started to stream down her thighs. She couldn't believe this was happening. As the sense of relief grew in her bladder, she felt the horrible warmth gather around her crotch. She braced herself for her Dad's response: any second now, he was going to realise that she had peed again, all over his lap and the bedsheet beneath. (CANON CONTINUATION) He couldn't believe it, though it was obvious what had happened. The warm feeling spreading across his knees, the pee dripping down his daughter's legs and off her nightgown; her quiet cries of embarrassment. His daughter, at eleven years old, had just wet herself for the second time in 24 hours. "Izzy, what the hell are you doing?!". "I-I'm sorry dad! I tried to hold it! I tried to tell you!". He was furious, as he pushed his daughter to her feet and grimaced at the wet feeling against his trousers. "Even Anna has never done anything like this! What's wrong with you Izzy! You're eleven years old and you can't even hold it through a gentle punishment. What...". Izzy's dad tailed off as he saw his daughter begin to sob; violently. The level of distress took him aback. He hadn't seen her like this since she lost control during their Christmas shopping last year. On that occasion however, she had been in front of hundreds of people. Was she really so afraid of him that she thought he'd try to hurt her for this? Of course she'd have to be disciplined, she was far too old to be having accidents but still; she'd never seemed to frightened. Suddenly, he realised why Izzy was so upset. Max and Ellen were her older cousins and she idolised Ellen. The dad had heard about Ellen's car ride accident but that had clearly done very little to dent Izzy's hero worship of her. Her accident yesterday must have been her pretending not to be desperate for too long; to look cool in front of Ellen, only to lose control just seconds away from relief. The dad sighed. "Izzy, its alright; calm down" he said, pulling her into a hug. "I won't tell Ellen". Immediately, he felt his daughter's sobs stop; though her body was still violently shaking "Y-you won't?". "No" he promised. "Or your mother. She would not be happy about this. Don't think this means you're getting away without punishment young lady. You're still far too old to have accidents and you shouldn't be trying to prove something to Ellen by holding on too long, that's incredibly childish". Izzy looked down, ashamed; as pee continued to drip down her legs. "Yes dad". "But I know what this means to you. Go and use the en-suite to shower, I'll get you some fresh clothes. I'm suspending your pocket money for the next month and on our next trip out with your cousins, you can stay here and catch up with your homework". Izzy nodded sadly. "I understand". Feeling he'd done enough to make his point, he gently kissed his daughter's head and ruffled her hair. "Alright, go clean up Izzy! If Ellen asks where you are, I'll say you needed a few minutes to recover and are applying some ointment". Izzy cringed at thought of Ellen realising she'd been spanked for wetting herself; though it was still miles better than her finding out she'd wet herself again during that same punishment. "Do you have to mention the punishment at all?". "Don't push your luck" he said sternly. "Now, go get cleaned up". Izzy stripped off her pee-soaked nightgown and once she was cleaning herself in the shower, began to feel better. She was absolutely humiliated at having wet herself on her father's lap but was at least glad he'd agreed not to mention it to anyone else in their family. Still, it was going to suck without pocket money for a month, as she was already low on funds from the last shopping trip; though the less she thought about that the better. Missing whatever trip her family had planned for them was also incredibly annoying and Izzy grumbled with frustration. "Life is so unfair". ***************************************************************** Thank you for reading! If anyone wants to commission me to write something for you, just drop me a message!
  4. I wrote this fic today for 3 hours straight. I edit it when I think of more to add but I will copy and paste it here for permanence purposes in case wattpad ever goes under. Hopefully I will add to it. https://www.wattpad.com/1198938971-i-need-my-mommy-chapter-1-new-year The new semester had just begun, and students were gathering in their new classes after the holidays. Dylan ran into the room seconds before the professor shut the door, looking nervous before quietly settling into the last empty seat in the classroom next to a girl he had met from other classes in the past. He had woken up late this morning and was woefully unprepared for class, but unworried about that as it was the first day with no assignments due. What he was worried about, however, was that he had forgotten to use the bathroom before racing out of his dorm room to get to his first class. He sighed and thought, 'I'm 21, not 4, I don't need to obsessively make sure to go potty before leaving the house every time. I can wait a mere 90 minutes for class to end,' and his anxieties were temporarily soothed. "Hey Dylan! Nice to see someone familiar. Did you have a good break?" The girl next to him greeted with a warm smile. She was always so nice to him when he saw her, he really wanted to get to know her better. "It was alright, I stayed on campus, played video games and watched Christmas movies." he told her, no reason to tell her the real reason he chose to stay behind while his dormmates were all going home for the holidays. After all, he wanted her to like him and not think he was disgusting, immature, unhygienic pervert for staying in his dorm watching comforting cartoons, coloring, suckling almond milk out of a baby bottle while wrapped in the warm embrace of his soft diapers. He reeled at the memory of his highschool girlfriend, Maddie, disowning him after the first and only night they shared a bed, and he had wet in the middle of the night, she was already mad, and when he grabbed some protection before going back to bed, she noticed almost all of his diapers had cutesie prints of animals and toys and lost it at him. He had longed for a mommy girlfriend for years, but was terrified of anyone knowing his secret lifestyle, that they might lash out at him over it too. It was too much for his little heart to bear the thought of. The words she said that night had played in the background of his thoughts frequently for the past 3 years. "I skipped visiting home this year too, but I wasn't on campus for long, I finally saved enough money to put the deposit down on an off campus apartment." Dylan burned with jealousy that she had the private living arrangements that he could only dream of, for reasons he'd never be able to tell her. With that the professor handed out a bunch of packets and turned on the projector. "Hello class, welcome to Psych 201. My name is Dr. Moore and I will be teaching this class. Please open your syllabus to page 1. Everything you need to know about this course is in that syllabus." She introduced the subject fluently, Dylan had been very engaged by Psychology 101 last semester, and he was listening intently to the professor talk about how the semester would go for a while, until when he felt a strong pressure in his tummy. His bladder was chastising him for leaving in a rush this morning instead of making time to relieve himself of that need. He pressed his legs together and tried not to make his need too obvious. This professor had a reputation for giving students an ultimatum between holding it until the end of class, or going and not being allowed back into the classroom. He thought about every time in the past 20 years that he had made this mistake. Despite getting good grades throughout his education, he just couldn't learn the simple trick of going pee just in case. He felt his sphincter twitch and it took every ounce of willpower and strength to not start leaking in his pants then and there. Tara noticed the boy next to her have a startle reflex suddenly, something she had learned about last semester. She saw him squirming and trying to hide it, she wanted to ask him what was wrong even though it was glaringly obvious to her what biological need of his needed immediate relief, but she didn't want to interrupt the first class of the semester and have the teacher think of her as someone who didn't care about the subject. She loved psychology more than any other class. If their professor wasn't known all around campus for her strict bathroom policy she would have even raised her hand and asked for him. For a professor from that background, renowned in her field for studying attachment and empathy, it was surprising that Dr. Moore would have such a callous policy that leaves desperate students to choose between accidentally missing an important lesson and the humiliation of having an actual accident. It seemed very callous for someone , but she had to admit she enjoyed what she was seeing Dylan do. She was sure that if no one was looking he'd be grabbing his crotch and dancing because he waited too long to use the bathroom. It made her want to take care of him, hold his hand, and lead him to the toilet so he wouldn't get lost. 'This is bad! Really really bad!' Dylan wanted to cry but he didnt want to risk alerting people to his predicament. He didn't want to leave a bad first impression on the teacher, embarrass himself in front of the class, or worst of all, gross out Tara. She was so kind to him but even she probably couldn't get over a grown man having a potty accident right in front of her. Right as he had that thought, he felt another twitch and this time he felt a tiny splash on liquid on his crotch. He desperately wished he was brave enough to wear one of his diapers under his clothes in public. He felt really dumb for being worried that people would notice that his ass was bigger and fluffier under his clothes with a diaper on under them, but now people were going to notice a puddle under his chair soon enough. He looked down at his pants and noticed their was no wetness on the outside. He then looked at the clock on the wall. 12:25, only 5 more minutes until class ends. Maybe I can make it out of here before it's visible, he thought, optimistically. A wave of desperation suddenly washed over him, his bladder felt like it was jumping up and down and it took all of the self control he had not to start squirming too obviously in his seat. He pressed his legs together even tighter and started bouncing one of his legs to add pressure to hold it in a little bit longer. He really, really, didn't want to have an accident in front of Tara. He had been crushing on her for a few months now but always felt too shy to do anything about it. He lost another squirt of pee, he clenched as hard as he could, but another spurt forced its way out of him. His pants had a subtle dark spot that could be expertly hidden by pulling his large hoodie down. A technique he had used with with humiliating frequency for anyone older than preschool, let alone college. The clock struck half past 12, and the professor reminded the class "The reading and homework for tonight and every night of the semester is listed in your syllabus, see you later this week everybody." Dylan breathed a sigh of relief, he was so close to being able to go without an accident, but then he remembered that he wasn't familiar with this lecture hall and didn't know where the bathroom was. His heart sank and with it another gush of pee leaked into his pants. 'Please I don't wanna have an accident not here not now not in front of her' he begged in his thoughts. He pressed his legs together, and started rushing to put his stuff into his bag when Tara distracted him. "Hey! I've seen you in some of my classes over the past few years, I'd love to get your number and have a friend in this class." Dylan's heart skipped a beat and for a short moment he forgot how badly he needed to find a toilet before he had an accident in his pants. "Uh sure, I'll put my number into your phone. We can hang out..." He was sharply reminded of the need he had been putting off for much too long. He needed to go right now, right now. "Uh soon." finished typing his number and said "H-hey have you had a class in this hall before? I don't know where the bathroom is" his pitch changed halfway through the sentence as the urge was too sudden and intense to hide. He hoped that she knew and that it was really close by because the wet spot on his crotch was growing and he was really worried he wasn't gonna make it in time and go potty in his pants again and Tara would hate him for being gross and infantile just like Maddie did. Dylan would never have guessed, and would have been mortified to find out, but Tara could see right through him. She looked into his eyes and saw the confused little boy living in his head that still had to learn how to figure out how to use his body, and how it cohabited with the same young man who was so ashamed of who he is inside that he studied to near the top of the class, just to distract people from noticing how deep down under his accomplishments lives a grown man who would rather be changed and have the front of his diaper rubbed than to have sex. But as ashamed as Dylan was of his unconventional interests and poor bladder control, Tara was intrigued, attracted even. "Yeah, its right down the hall" Dylan was so grateful that he just might be able to make it before the dam burst. Another leak sprung and Dylan jumped and grabbed his crotch. "SorryIgottagotextmesoIahaveyournumber, Bye!!!" he turned and went to run, but as soon as he moved his leg it was too late. He gasped and started running while holding his crotch with both hands, crying "Aaaah! I can't wait I can't wait I can't wait! I'm not gonna make it it's an emergency" so people would let him run by, knowing he needed to get through asap. The tightly pressed legs were keeping him continent while his bladder spasmed and twitched. He made it two steps before pee started hissing out of him at full force. In that moment he relived so many similar moments in his life and he felt so, so, so little and helpless. Dr. Moore looked up from organizing her desk in preparation for the next class, she had been keeping an eye on him throughout the entire class, people like him were her reason for putting the policy in place. It was a little unofficial experiment of hers, trying to figure out how far different types of people in her class would go before they give up on today's lesson and run to the bathroom. As a class full of full fledged adults, many aged 18-22, but some students as old as 60, this was not at all like elementary school teachers prohibiting toilet use. These students were her equals in all but educational attainment, free to obey or disobey her classroom rules with only the mere consequence of leaving the class, no fear tactics or real punishment, and almost everyone gives into nature's call before their body forces it out of them, and it was very fascinating to her analytical mind, those rare adults who still crave approval so much and try so hard to not disappoint others that they'd rather sit in a puddle of their own urine than not be allowed to reenter class. Given that the class was only 90 minutes, the sample size was also limited by the fact that most adults don't ignore or forget their need to pee like poor little Dylan did today. Like Tara, she could also see right through him. But instead of seeing a cute little baby boy to love, nuture and guide, Dr. Moore saw a fascinating subject. While he has the skills and work ethic to consistently be on the Dean's list, she could tell just by his mannerisms that he struggled with any sort of attachment. He had a miasma of insecure, anxious, neediness and nowhere to put it. She'd never seen his dorm but she was willing to bet it was full of stuffed animals and that he couldn't sleep without cuddling one, and she'd win that bet. She also noticed Tara eyeing him throughout the class, Tara was also fascinated with attachment last semester. Moore was very interested in seeing how the semester progressed. As the next class entered the room she heard muffled sobs coming down the hall and saw Dylan walking slowly with glazed eyes and his hand over his mouth to quiet himself, his hoodie tied around his waist did a poor job at obscuring his little secret. She waited a few minutes to give him time to avoid getting caught with wet pants by the janitor, then called the custodian's office to ask for a mop bucket to clean up Dylan's little accident from the classroom and hallway. Then she pressed the button on her spy camera to end the recording of the previous class and start the recording of the next. She'd gotten the best footage on the first day than anything that happened last semester. His cheeks burned red, mortified at how he must have looked loudly announcing his distress about such a private need that never should have been allowed to get so bad. A couple seconds and his legs and feet were wet and he was running to the bathroom, leaving a trail behind him. he was able to stem the flow briefly but it kept starting up again. His face burned red with embarrassment, a girl wanted to know him enough to ask for his number and he ruined it because almost 20 years after potty training he still can't stop having little pee pee accidents in his pants. His stomach turned as he thought of all the times his own real mother had chastised him for neglecting to take a bathroom break in time, even at the age of 18 as a senior in highschool she would get occasional calls to come into the school and bring him a change of clothes. Both of his real parents always threatened to put him back in diapers, but never went through with it, even though he wished he could go back to it. He missed being small. He missed having no responsibilities and being loved and cared for unconditionally, he was tired of having to be brave and suck it up. He'd felt something missing ever since his family stopped responding to his accidents with gentle reassurances and to his cries with cuddles, all he'd gotten for many years now is getting yelled at to be brave instead of weak and no one wants a crybaby man. He reached the door of the single bathroom down the hall and ran in as fast as he could, still alternating between big involuntary leaks and struggling to keep his bladder closed for just a few more seconds. Thankfully, the door was unlocked and Dylan was able to run straight to the toilet. He fumbled with his belt for a few precious seconds when suddenly he couldn't hold it anymore, the urge was too much and he waited too long and now it was coming out and he couldn't make it stop. His bladder was emptying right there on the floor and there wasn't anything he could do about it but rip down his pants and sit on the toilet, peeing through his underwear. He felt humiliated, he couldn't at least have made it 5 more seconds so at least Tara wouldn't have to see his trail of warm shame, or hear his cries of desperation. He tried to accept that he probably wasn't going to hear from her after what she saw. He swallowed a lump in his throat, washed his hands, and splashed water on his face so it wouldn't look like he was about to cry and walked back to his dorm room to go change, hoodie tied around his waist and sneakers making a squee gee sound as he walked. He wished taking off painful memories was as easy as taking off wet, icky clothes. He wanted new memories that would make him feel warm and secure on the inside, but today he has to settle with just being clean and dry on the outside. His roommate was in a longer lab class and wouldn't be home for a while, and Dylan really needed to let off some steam after that awful first day of class. His next class didn't start until 2:30 so he had a solid block of time for a good, cathartic cry. And cry he did for a while, until he checked his phone for the time and to his shock, there was a text from a number he did not have saved. "Hey! This is Tara from class. Are you okay right now? Also do you wanna grab lunch with me today, maybe after you go get changed? :)" Dylan's heart skipped a beat. She didn't hate him. She wanted to have lunch with him. He felt so light like a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. "Yeah, that sounds great! I can meet you at the dining hall. I was worried you'd think I'm too weird." Before Dylan left his dorm, he put on a discreet pull up on under his new pants. They weren't the comforting cute diapers that would make his butt look suspiciously big, and they'd leak if he didn't change right away and had another accident, but it was a good enough buffer that he didn't need to worry about it if he forgets to use the bathroom once. Even though Tara wasn't mad about his embarrassing accident today, he didn't wanna go through that again, even though unbeknownst to him, the incident had made him look significantly more attractive to her and was why she reached out to him. They were both looking forward to meeting up for lunch, and to each other.
  5. Both of them had accidents. Thanks to Rune for the art

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  6. Imagine a world where everyone had to have a permit card that let them into the bathroom a set number of times per day. This is what I’ve come up with so far, might add to it in the future. Permit Cards Info: Everyone is issued a Toilet Permit card by the Department of Restroom Regulation that will admit them into the bathroom a limited number of times per day. Average citizen has 3 permissions per day. High status and those with medical exceptions have 5 permissions per day. Cleaning staff have unlimited permissions. Daily number of permissions may be increased as reward or decreased as punishment. In cases requiring further disciplinary action permissions may be revoked entirely for a certain period of time. Excluding rare cases and instances of individual or family enforcement, the above does not apply to toilets within private residences. Swipe card for entrance at door to bathroom or stall. If the cardholder has available toilet permissions: light turns green and the door will unlock. If the cardholder does NOT have available toilet permissions: light turns red and the door will remain locked. If the cardholder's toilet permission has been revoked due to disciplinary action: light turns red, door remains locked, and alarm will sound to alert authorities to someone attempting to violate terms of punishment. Who can submit changes to an individual's daily number of permissions? Parents or guardians of those under the age of legal adulthood. School officials such as Principal, Vice-Principal, Dean, Head Master, etc. Teachers may request changes, but they need to be approved by a higher up. Employers The Disciplinary Committee of the Department of Restroom Regulation. Accidents In the workplace: A lack of control over one's bodily functions is considered unprofessional behavior and should be dealt with as such. If the individual works in an environment in which remaining in soiled clothes could be potentially hazardous to the health of others (such as food service or the medical field), then they are permitted to clean up and change clothes. If the individual does not work in an above stated environment, then they are not permitted to clean up or change clothes. This ensures that they take responsibility for their actions and the resulting consequences, as well as encourages improved behavior in the future. Misuses and penalties Swiping your card to allow another individual into a restroom or loaning your permit to another individual: Penalty minimum 2 week revocation of all permit permissions for both parties. Being in possession of another individual’s permit: Penalty up to 6 month revocation of all permit permissions. Making and/or selling fake permits: Penalty up to 1 year revocation of all permit permissions. Theft of a permit from another individual: Penalty up to 3 year revocation of all permit permissions. Hacking or otherwise deliberately damaging the Restroom Regulation and Toilet Permit system: Only one individual has ever attempted a system hack. The Disciplinary Committee chose his sentence to set an example in the hopes of preventing any future similar offenses; he was stripped of all toilet permissions (including in his home and other private residences) for life.
  7. A/N: This story takes place after the end of the new Star Wars movie The Rise Of Skywalker. There is spoilers from the movie in this story, so if you haven’t seen the new movie then don’t read this and wait until you have seen it. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * “Hey guys I’m Rey, I’m sorry I couldn’t finish all my naughty stories. It’s was because I had to fight the Emperor, who actually turns out to be my grandfather. Yeah my grandfather, anyway the last time we caught up was on Ahch-To where I pissed myself. Now let’s get back to the more recent update, after I defeated my Grandfather, I decided to come and live on Tatooine (the birth place of Luke and Anakin Skywalker), I have spent a whole week here now and even though Tattooine is a desert planet like Jakku I prefer Tattooine better because I am free from being a scavenger and give my salvage to Unkar Plutt and sleeping in that dreadful At-At walker where the toilet was broken and I didn’t live a great life. Anyway, I sometimes work part time as a scavenger and I help the Jawas with their scavenging. But most of the time I’m living in a much better lifestyle than before and be very naughty most of the time, exactly like today.” ”Today was my day to help the Jawas scavenging, we spotted an old X-wing and no I ain’t talking about Luke’s one it’s a complete different model. We then do the work on it and it was at this moment when I detached one of its Blissex, which heads to the Pilex driver (the thing that makes it start) and I detached the other one and the ship will never run again. The Jawas uses these Blissex and Pilex drivers to build droids, fix their ship or just as an item to trade, as I said to myself Another day, another ship to scavenge. I’ve never minded it. I’ve been doing this for as long as I can remember and at the of 12 and now I’m 20. Then I slide into the bow of an X-wing and start on the fuel injectors. Within minutes, the first injector comes out with ease, on Jakku most scavenging X-Wings injectors don’t come out with so ease, because some other people removes all the most important parts and makes it jam. That has always been the blame I put on when I wet myself in its cockpit. This planet is exactly like Jakku with its weather patterns and I have to keep the heat off, I have to drink water. So I stop every half an hour to a break to take a drink of water. Onen thing about me is that I always have much more water than I need and makes me more desperate to pee. I then get back to the fuel injectors, after another 15 minutes, I have all of them out and lying on the sand as I give them one by one to the Jawas. They give me some credits (Tattooine’s currency and its the same in Jakku) for my personal use or whatever use. I jump onto my speeder bike and ride it back to where I stay, I can already feel that I’m starting to get a full bladder. Oh yeah I forgot to say that I live close to the main town and not in a remote area, like on Jakku and there usually a lot of traffic back home at sundown and I always try to leave work earlier to avoid the traffic, but it was really bad now. I got to the turn off, but the traffic is already there and I had to wait in this traffic. My bladder was getting more fuller and soon it will be aching for its release and I don’t want a repeat of what happened when I first got here I got drunk and pissed myself while drive I had to spend a lot of time cleaning the seat and I don’t want that happening again. The traffic was decreasing slowly, but my bladder was increasing slowly. I was scared I thought that the end was coming soon and that the inevitable process will happen. The traffic decreased fully, in simpler words it went away and by that reckoning I already had a full bladder. As soon as turned left towards home I glance down toward my hand and am shocked by what I see. My bladder is now stretched to its absolute limit to contain the flood within, and I think it’s about four inches. I slip one hand into my panties and brush past my clit to my urethra, there I can feel the pee at the very tip of my pee hole and it’s driving me insane with fear. With my hand still stuck into my panties I felt a spurt come out of my slit and I apply more pressure, but my second spurt tells me I should get home quickly I completely drench myself and clean the seat again. I take my hand out of my damp panties and I haul myself up and with one hand I am applying pressure onto my crotch. I can see home, but despite constant pressure, my muscles begin to tire. This is resulted by another spurt making it’s way out of my lips. And another. Soon, I have a slow but steady stream coming out of my aching pussy.I try to clamp it off, but my muscles refuse to respond. I shove my hand into my urethra and I try to stop the flow by use the force on my bladder I put it’s spurting flood back into my urethra, but it won’t hold for much longer. Now my bladder responds. It wants relief and it wants it now! My sphincters decide that the moment is to completely relax, but I try to fight it. I park the speeder in the driveway and I race to the door, I can’t open it with the key because if I did I would start wetting myself, so I used the force. The door mechanism opened and let me in, I used the force to close it as I ran towards the nearest bathroom. I open the door and close the door by the same method as the front door. I took my hand of my crotch and took off my pants and panties off, I stat down quickly on the toilet in seconds my bladder released it’s hold and I moaned heavily because I just made it. I spent the rest, just enjoying the relief. I scream as what seems like all the water on Kamino pours out of my lower lips from my tortured bladder. Almost instantaneously a second one hits, this time like the Carbon Ridge falling on me, I enjoy what I can about my desperation and it’s relief. My stream dies down and wipe my vagina and I stand up and flush the toilet. I pull up my panties and pants and I walk into the kitchen and pick out a bottle of water and I drink the whole 1 litre bottle up and I walk to the bedroom, where I strip down until I am fully nude. Now as I am naked I get onto the bed and into the covers and I fall asleep with a full litre of water in me and it would be a wonderful thing to play with in the morning. To Be Continued...
  8. Hello all! Found this on wetset.net, and thought I'd share it here. A male and female radio talk show host in Atlanta discuss an anecdote about a football fan so excited his team won that he wet his pants. Then they take callers as "Comfort in numbers for adults who have wet their own pants". It's all very tame, of course, but really fun, and funny. And awesome. The callers begin around 3:35 or so, and all of them female: 1. 3:36 -- Emily got stuck in traffic and peed in a ditch. ("I didn't wet my pants, thank goodness, but I peed on the side of the road".) 2. 4:18 -- Melissa tells a story about a contractor who came to her house and "peed in his pants, and he acted like nothing had ever happened". 3. 5:18 -- Courtney, wets while trick-or-treating: "I peed myself in front of my kids, and my husband". 4. 6:37 -- Tammy totally wets herself trying to release a little to take "the edge off", while working at a mall store. But "the floodgates released; twenty second pee". 5. 8:03 -- Michelle has a pop-a-squat turned accident while walking with a friend when she was 17. ("I'm peeing all over my pants...") 6. 9:36 -- Lauren jumped on a trampoline with a full bladder, and "had a pee accident". 7. 10:12 -- Katie and her sister both "end up peeing in our pants" laughing while visiting NYC with their mom. 8. 10:50 -- Whitney -- Drinks too much just before a flight and ends up with "soaked shorts" on the plane. According to LM who posted it: "This is not new stuff; the show aired in December 2017." The raw link to the audio is here: https://star941atlanta.radio.com/blogs/jeff-jenn-show/i-couldnt-hold-it-anymore Enjoy! -PPN I Couldn't Hold It Anymore Star 94.1.mp3
  9. One thing that always fascinates me is hearing about a hot celebrity wetting, but I don’t remember seeing a thread on here anywhere so I figured I’d start one where we can post and discuss this topic! some famous ones Fergie, obviously, on stage as she was performing a concert. Jennifer Lawrence- after being scared by a co-star Paris Hilton- in the back of a taxi after partying. https://www.mandatory.com/culture/1429230-paris-hilton-pees-in-cabs Jenny McCarthy in the Tickle Chair in The Howard Stern show Jessica Simpson- in an interview, her ex husband outed her as a Laugh Pisser and said she’s had multiple accidents from laughing Charlize Theron peed her pants laughing in front of a co star so bad she needed to change. Also an admitted frequent laugh wetter. Jonna Mannion drunkenly were herself waiting for a bus on Real World. Rhonda Rousey wet herself laughing during a YouTube video with her husband.
  10. Has anyone posted / used / subscribed to any omorashi only fans accounts? Looking into making one for myself .. seems more private than twitter or other public sites ...
  11. Training the Maid Chapter1: It had been six months since Mariela was cut from her job, and because of that, she had been out on the streets for the last four months, scraping by with whatever kindness strangers would leave her as they walked by. The twenty-three year old got up from the curb she was sitting on, her shorts caked in stains and dirt along with her face and hands. Her shirt was ripped in the back which exposed her dingy bra strap. She smelled from not having a proper shower for days, and looked around before making her way towards the nearby McDonalds with what little change she had. She walked into the fast food, and immediately, an employee stopped her. “What are you doing here?” “I was just going to use the restroom.” “The restrooms in here are for paying customers,” the young girl told her. “Yes, I have money.” “Let me see.” Mariela sighed and reached into her pocket and pulled out two wrinkled dollar bills, six dimes, and 8 nickels. “That’s enough to get something, right?” The employee shook her head. “It’s not that much. I’ll take your money for you and get you some food. My manager will not let you order like you are.” “That’s fine,” Mariela held her stomach. “I don’t really care what it pays to eat, I just want anything. And now, may I use your restroom?” “No. The bathrooms in this establishment are clean, and people are doing to doubt that if they see you coming out like you are. Just wait here, and I’ll get your food.” “But….” “Look, if you move from this spot, I’m not going to hunt you down. You’ll lose your money for nothing. So, either you want to eat, or you don’t.” Mariela nodded. She was put just outside the restaurant door to wait, and while she didn’t think the girl meant to rob her, she did feel anxious to be separated from the only money she had for the night and probably the only meal she’d get with it. It took an eternity for the girl to come back, but while the girl was gone, another woman walked up to her, and she lightly patted her on the shoulder to let her know she was there. “I’m sorry,” Mariela said sadly as she moved aside thinking she was blocking the door. “Sorry?” a taller blond girl asked. “I was in your way, right?” Mariela asked. “No, sweetie. I was just wandering, what are you doing out here all by yourself, and where are your parents.” “That’s nice of you, miss, but I’m actually twenty-three years old.” The woman dwarfed Mariela easily, and so the woman shook her head at the little dirty girl and shrugged. “Baby, you don’t need to lie to me. I’m not going to turn you into the police if that’s what you are scared of. You’re probably an illegal Mexican, right? And your parents sent you to get food because they thought the police wouldn’t harass a child. Am I not right?” Mariela shook her head. “No ma’am. I really am twenty-three years old.” The woman sighed. “Okay, well, you are obviously waiting to go in to get something. Did you decide you didn’t have enough money? Maybe I can help.” Mariela shook her head. “A nice young girl is getting my food for me.” The woman shook her head and took the little girl by the hand and started to walk her into the restaurant. “Come on, baby. Let’s get you and your family some food. I’m not buying any of this.” Mariela tried to pull her hand back, but he woman was locked on to her wrist pretty good, and she pulled the little lady right into the store and they stood at the back of a line with twelve people in it. Mariela squirmed a little bit, hoping she wouldn’t wet her pants in front of everyone while they were waiting to go to the front. She knew if she got caught in the restroom, the girl would get her thrown out and keep her money. However, the tall blond that was with her, saw poor Mariela grabbing at her crotch and dancing around from time to time. “You poor little child! You need to pee, don’t you?” Mariela looked down and mumbled about not being allowed to go. “Nonsense,” Susan told her. “I’m not in a hurry. I don’t care if we lose our place in line, you are going to the bathroom before you wet your pants, sweetie.” She walked the girl, grabbing her tightly by the wrist again so she couldn’t pull away, and she marched her right into the sparkling clean restroom. Susan stood by the sink. “Go ahead go in the potty, baby. I’ll be right here, so if anyone tries to ask what you are doing in here, I’ll tell them I’m taking care of you.” Mariela sighed and went into the toilet. She had no reason to fight what the lady was doing for her. It felt good to finally get to pee after waiting for who knows how long it was taking. When Mariela came out of the toilets, the woman motioned for her to come to the sink, and she put the little woman’s hands into the water and started to wash them for her as if Mariela was a toddler or something. “Ma’am, I do know how to wash my hands,” she tried to tell her, but the blond woman was not listening to her complaints as she washed her hands so they were cleaner than they had been in a while. When you were on the streets, it was hard to get soap, and normally, she felt too nervous being in a restroom like in McDonalds to clean her hands well enough because other people wanted to use the sink, and she also noted how black the sink got as she washed her hands in it. “They are going to be pissed that I got the sink dirty,” Mariela told the nice though pretty stern and meddling woman. “Who, honey? Your parents?” “No, ma’am. I’m really an adult. The restaurant staff really told me to wait outside, and they told me if I went to the bathroom, I’d lose the money she took from me to get me something to eat.” “Well, she’s no longer in charge of you eating, is she?” the taller woman said matter-of-factly. “I’m going to take care of you for now, and make sure you get something to eat. If you really are a woman, and not a child, then you really should be ashamed at how dirty you’ve allowed yourself to become.” Mariela lowered her head in shame. She was ashamed of how she couldn’t take a shower, how she probably smelled, and how that she didn’t even have a place to live or nicer clothes to wear. “What is your name, anyway, sweetheart?” “Mariela,” she mumbled up at the meddler. “My name is Susan. When we get up to the front, our story will be you are my niece from out of town, and you are dirty because you didn’t get a bath yet after being on the road for a while, and you got mad at my place because I was telling you what to do, telling you to get in the bathroom and clean yourself up or something like that.” Mariela looked down. “If you do what I say, you can get a meal not only tonight, but I’ll take you home so you can get a bath, and let you at least get one night of a good rest, okay?” Mariela sighed and nodded. Even if she didn’t like the way it was happening, a nice meal, a refreshing shower, and a nice soft warm dry place to sleep was sounding like heaven. They were finally at the counter, and the lady recognized her immediately when they got up there. “I told you to wait outside,” the woman said. “Here, I have your bag of food.” She pushed the sack towards her. “Now get out before I call the police.” Susan stepped up. “Excuse me! Is that how we treat little kids who’ve been on the road now?” “What? How. How do you know this dirty girl?” “She’s my little niece. She was scared to get off of the bus while she was coming to my house because her parents got in some real trouble and they sent her to me. That’s why she’s kind of dirty.” “Your niece looks like she’s been out on the streets for days.” “She has,” Susan said. “But that’s really none of your business, is it? You are here to serve the public, and this child was a paying customer. So, she told me you didn’t let her come in to use the restroom. That is a violation of her rights. Maybe I’ll call the police!” The commotion drew a manager over to the scene as people in line started talking about what they were talking about. “You ought to be ashamed of yourself,” Susan rounded on the manager. “What do you train your employees to do? Attack a poor little fourteen year old girl, and practically make her pee her pants? Well, like it or not, I took my niece to your bathroom, and TOO FUCKING BAD she got your sink a little dirty washing her hands like a good girl!” The manager got really red in the face and he rounded on the employee. “Did you really tell that girl to stand outside?” he asked her. “Well, her aunt wasn’t anywhere near….” “Oh, so because she was a child,” Susan started but was cut off by the manager shushing her and then turning on the employee. “You can go home for the day, Ms. Baker. We’ll talk about this incident tomorrow.” The manager then handed Mariela the bag of food she bought and then went out around the bar where the customers order, and he took Susan and Mariela to a private corner where he whispered to them. “I’m sorry to ask, little miss, but are you sure you made it to the toilet?” Mariela’s face got really red, and Susan started to get red, too. “I’m not just asking because I want to embarrass you, child. If you did wet, even a little bit in your panties, then we owe you some new clothes.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. “Don’t worry, honey. That employee that was mean to you will be the one reimbursing me, but since I doubt you made it to the toilet because you do kind of smell, I’m going to go ahead and give you a hundred and twenty. That should help you get some clean clothes, right?” Susan took the money from the man. “Thank you so much sir. Are you going to fire that woman?” “Is that what you want us to do?” “Just firing her won’t teach your employees how to treat people. Punish her, preferably in front of the other employees so they know they can’t treat children like this, but don’t fire her.” The manager nodded. “I’ll see what I can do, but rest assured, we will make sure our employees know not to treat people like that.” “Thank you, sir.” “Were you done ordering? There doesn’t seem to be much in this bag for the two of you.” “Well, as I was saying, my niece was on the road with the last of the money her parents gave her, so she got mad at me earlier and left the house and probably thought she’d have to sleep on the streets again, but I went looking for her.” “So, you still need food?” “Yes sir.” “Well, as you were supposed to be in line, I’ll get you near the front, okay?” “Thank you, sir.” “And since your aunt is buying you dinner, baby, how about I take that sack of food from you and give you back what little spending money you had?” Mariela looked up at both of these people hardly able to speak at all. She hated that they were treating her like a child, but if she went along with everything thus far, she would have money for an extra meal, a place she could sleep safely and a nice bath. She just looked at her feet and nodded her head. Susan bent down to the little woman, and she patted her bottom to check her. “You did wet, didn’t you, honey?” Mariela shook her head. “Mariela, aunt Susan is not mad at you. It’s not your fault that you were made to wet your pants like that. Don’t be scared, sweetheart.” Susan took the little woman’s hand and started to lead her back to the lines, where the manager put her right behind the last guy that walked up to order. “There, now you’ll be next.” He told the supposed aunt with her dirty niece. “I’m sorry about the inconvenience, but the woman and her little niece were taken out of line at the fault of our store, so we had to let them order as soon as possible. It would have been no different to you had she been able to order when she was supposed to be able to.” The customers clapped though instead of getting irritated. Some of the people chanted “fire the waitress. Fire the waitress.” Susan turned on the crowd. “And where would that young woman go for work?” she asked them. “I asked the store to punish her for her inconsideration, but with the way things are right now, firing her will only mean she’ll be living on YOUR taxes that you are paying. Is that really what you want?” The crowd got quiet. Susan finally satisfied, went to ordering. “What did you want to eat, baby?” “I only had about three dollars, aunty,” Mariela decided to play up to Susan’s story. “I’m not talking about how much money you had, baby. That’s your spending money, and has nothing to do with how much I’ll spend to make sure you eat good. Order what you want, and make sure it costs at least seven dollars, baby.” “Seven?” “That’s what I said. Or more. You are a growing girl. You need to eat. I know you’ve had it hard with your family, but your daddy sent you to my house because he knew I could feed you better than that.” Mariela nodded with tears streaming down her face at the taller woman’s kindness. She shyly pointed a happy meal, but the supposed Aunt Susan smiled and said… “What else, baby? That’s barely four dollars, and barely enough to eat for a fourteen year old little lady.” Mariela looked up at her gratefully. “I mean it, sweetie. You don’t have to conserve at my house like you had to for the last, what, couple of months?” “Four,” Mariela whispered ashamed of being on the streets for that long. “Well, whatever, baby. You have got to be more hungry than that, so what other burger or whatever do you want?” “Can I have a shake?” the girl asked. “Of course, baby, but that’s still only two more dollars. I still need you to order another sandwich.” Mariela looked down. “Too shy, huh? Or don’t know what you want? How about I get you an extra cheese burger then, and if you turn out to be full, then I’m sure Uncle Steve will eat it, otherwise, it will be there for you when you decide you are still hungry.” Mariela nodded, tears just getting more insistent at coming down her face. Susan took the food, after she order for her and this man named Steve, and she pointed the girl out of the restaurant towards her light blue Nissan four door sedan. “Get in the back,” she told the little girl. “First of all, you did pee your pants, even if you don’t want to admit it, and Steve and I both would really not want to sit in your pee spot tomorrow when we go to work.” Mariela nodded. “You are also supposed to be a child, and it is better that children ride in the back anyway.” Mariela nodded. Susan didn’t go straight home, though. She took the dirty little woman to a second hand clothing store. “We are not getting your main things here,” Susan told her. “We’ll spend the hundred and twenty that that kind man will deduct from the waitress’s wages at a regular place, but you can’t go into a regular place in the clothes you are wearing, and I have nothing at my house that will fit you, sweetheart.” Mariela nodded. The woman took her around and found a floral top for five dollars and a jean skirt for fifteen. She got her some panties that looked like they came brand new, and she got her socks and a pair of better shoes. “This isn’t coming from the hundred and twenty?” Mariela asked Susan. “No, baby. That would not be right. The man paid for you to get some nice clothes, not hand me downs. This is just so you can have a bath and have something to wear in the morning.” Mariela nodded. “Now, I think I’m going to call in sick tomorrow so we can get you some clothes together, and then get you at least one more nice meal before you are on your way. And we won’t spend the whole hundred and twenty because you’ll need money for a motel or something so you can keep clean. Maybe if you are cleaner, if you really are an adult, you can find a job a little easier.” Mariela nodded. When they were done at the second hand store, though, Susan also stopped at the drug store. “Stay out here in the car,” she told her pretend niece. “You don’t need to use the restroom, do you?” Mariela shook her head no. “Okay, I’ll be right back, but there’s no reason to go in there in your wet pants embarrassing you. I had to take you into the clothing store because I didn’t know what size to get you.” Mariela nodded though she really didn’t pee her pants. Mariela sighed as she sat in the comfortable car, wishing she could stay somewhere comfortable like this after tomorrow. She would do almost anything to have this comfort again, and she had practically done anything, even selling her body if a guy was nice enough to her beforehand. Soon, Mariela was pulling up to a nice two story house, and judging by the foundation, he figured it also had a basement. “Come on, little one,” Susan said to her as she opened the car door. “You’re home, baby.” Mariela thought that all that niece carp was just for the public so that they would think Susan had a reason to help her. But Susan was not dropping the child act. Did she really think Mariela was a lost child or something? “Steve, are you home?” Susan called out as she opened the door. “I brought home dinner and a little something else.” A man a little taller than even Susan came around the corner and looked down at the very dirty little woman, her brown hair so dingy, it was hard to tell if the brown in it was her natural hair color or dirt. “Who is this?” Steve asked Susan. “I’ll tell you about her after we get her in the bath and cleaned up a bit. But she needs to eat first.” Steve nodded. Mariela felt really small as she walked behind the two tall people, and they led her to the dining room. “So, what’s your name, honey,” Steve asked her as if she was a child. “Mariela,” she mumbled a little intimidated by his size. He wasn’t only tall, but was well filled out so his body matched how tall he was. He was not fat by any means, but he was definitely a lot bigger than she was. He was like a giant. “Mariela,” he smiled and nodded at Susan who smiled. “Little Mariela was outside McDonalds trying to get some food, and some mean people in there told her to wait outside like she was a dog or something. They wouldn’t even let her use the bathroom.” “Is that why she smells?” “Obviously,” Susan said. “There’s no telling how long the little child has been out on the streets, but she’s obviously had a hard time keeping clean because look at her. Even if she hadn’t wet her pants outside of McDonalds, and was still leaking when I took her in, basically trying really hard not to wet until she got her food, but failing at it.” “Poor little one,” Steve said. “I know, right.” Mariela frowned at them both. “I didn’t wet my pants,” she tried to say but because of how big they were, and how they talked, she felt too intimidated to get mad or stay it with confidence. Steven walked over and put an arm around her hugging her from the back. “Well, we’ll have to call the police to find out where her parents are,” he told Susan. “Please! Don’t call the police,” the woman shivered. “What’s wrong, honey? Did you steal something? Are you in trouble with the police or something?” Mariela looked down tears in her eyes. “I don’t have identification. I was fired from my last job about six months ago because the restaurant was going to be inspected. Someone said they let illegals work there, and since I don’t have papers, I might be an illegal.” “Might be?” Steve asked her. “Well, I’ve never had papers as far back as I can remember. I came to the states when I was twelve, but somehow, I got separated from my parents, and then turned over to these people who kind of raised me incognito until I was seventeen. Then, I was turned out on my own after I got a restaurant job, and I just got fired from it six months ago, after working there for almost six years.” The two people looked at one another and then back at the little girl. “Honey, that’s an interesting story, but immigration would have sent you back with your parents if they caught you, and if someone smuggled you into the country, they would not have just let you go like that.” Mariela shook getting frustrated. She had no proof to her story at all, and she was aware that she was so short and she basically looked like a dirty child sitting there like that. “Mariela, baby, you are going to be our niece from now on,” Susan told her. “You’d like to not have to go back out on the streets, wouldn’t you?” Mariela frowned. “But I’m really twenty-three years old.” “I know what you are saying, baby, but look at it this way. If you keep saying you are twenty-three, and you convince us to let you take care of yourself, do you think you are going to find another job if you really are an illegal?” Mariela started to think on that, but they continued. “On the other hand, if you accept your fate as a fourteen year old child, and you stay with us as our niece, you can eventually get papers that we will get for you, and when you turn eighteen, in four years, you’ll have papers so you can work.” Mariela keep looking down at her lap. “Can I take some time to think this over?” she asked them. “Sure, baby. Take a week, if you need it, but after a week, if you still haven’t decided, and you are still in our house, then you will be treated as our niece, who has no other place to go, and you will be disciplined as a child if you try to run away after that, understand?” Mariela nodded. “She’s done eating,” Steve observed. “Take that poor little stinky girl to the bathroom and get her out of those peed in pants, honey.” Susan nodded. Susan took Mariela by the hand and led her to the bathroom closing the door behind them. “Baby, don’t be scared. Uncle Steve just said it like that because he wanted you to recognize how dirty it was to sit in peed in pants for that long. He wasn’t trying to be mean, and he was trying to get you motivated to get a shower, baby.” Susan started to help her undress. “I can do that, Susan.” “Aunt Susan or Aunty, while you are under my room, honey. And yes, I suppose you could, but Aunty is going to help her little niece because her baby niece made a boo boo in her pants and she needs to be cleaned. Besides, you haven’t had a proper bath for about four months, right?” Mariela nodded. “That’s a long time to not be properly clean, and I don’t trust you to get yourself clean enough. You are too nervous and worried about wasting things like our water to spend all the time you need to get clean, baby. But if I clean you up, you have no choice but to stay here as long as I decide you are still dirty and still need to be washed, right?” Mariela looked down. It did make sense, and she was right, that Mariela would likely try to hurry it up so she didn’t waste these people’s resources.
  12. Tiffany’s Omo Accidents This is my first ever story, of any kind, so sorry it is kind of trash and has grammatical errors. Please give me some feedback Characters Tiffany: An 18 year old high school senior who is interested in Omorashi, and does it whenever she can, but sometimes she forgets her prior commitments, and ends up in quite the pickle. Dana: Tiffany’s best friend, who also loves omo, but is much more responsible. Tiffany also dabbles a bit as a diaper lover, and may rope Tiffany into it too. But this story is not about diaper lovers. Chapter 1 Tiffany was excited. Her parents were asleep, no one was around, and her holding session was beginning to get intense. She knew from experience, her bladder was at the point where it could not last more than 20 minutes.. It was at the point where she couldn’t keep scrolling through social media, and her full attention went to her bladder. She was fidgeting, walking around, occasionally pressing her hand on her crotch to stop from leaking. She was truly hap- *Beep**Beep**Beep* Her alarm went off. It spooked her so much that the lifted her hand off her crotch, causing a small leak that dampened the inside of her panties. Tiffany always loved her beauty sleep, so she set her alarm for 7:30, which gave her about 10 minutes to get ready for school before her bus came. She was already in her school uniform (she had been holding it since after school the previous day) and rushed to pack her bags. She narrowly made it on the bus in time. This entire time she still managed to keep her hand on her crotch, which got her some strange looks from other students, but Tiffany did not notice. She didn’t realize her predicament until Dana asked her about it. “So girl, how did the hold to end all holds end up” Dana asked. Tiffany had been hyping up the hold for a while as a 16 hour hold with 4 litres of water in her system. No sleeping it off either. Tiffany was struck with the horror of realizing that she was on the bus for 20 minutes (she lived quite a distance from her school) with a bladder that already screamed to be released. “I forgot to release” moaned Tiffany, she put her hands on her face. “You can still hold it right?” Dana asked. Tiffany let go of her crotch, instantly , causing Tiffany to spray for a second. It was not visible on her skirt, but there was now a large dark spot on her grey cotton panites. Tiffany could not hold it unless she bent over completely and held crotch tightly. Otherwise she would spray and risk explaining a massive wet spot on the bus seat. 5 minutes later and Tiffany was squirming so much that the squeak of her bus seat got her glances from several places around the bus. If she was to have an accident on the bus, it would not be the first time her classmates saw her have one. She was trying so hard, but kept leaking. It got to the point where the seat was clearly damp, but she just had to make it to school so she could feel the sweet relief of emptying her bladder. A few minutes away from school, things went from bad to worse. Tiffany was working so hard to hold that she was a ghostly shade of white. Her bladder clearly stuck out from the rest of her body, and she was desperately pinching her crotch in order to not embarrass herself again in front of her fellow classmates. After what seemed like an eternity, the bus rolled to a stop. Dana knew what to do, she helped Tiffany up, even though it made Tiffany spray for a good 3 seconds. It formed a small puddle a under her. Everyone saw and rushed out of Dana and Tiffany’s way. They were walking on the sidewalk up to the school-to the bathrooms of sweet relief-when Jake, the most attractive boy in school came into view. “Look” Dana exclaimed “It’s Jake”. It was widely known Tiffany had a crush on Jake. Tiffany sprang up, ready to converse with Jake, but as they started to face each other, Tiffany’s bladder erupted. She began urinating uncontrollably and the urine quickly formed a puddle on the ground, she wanted to stop-but she couldn’t. The relief was so intense, she couldn’t help but orgasm as she continued to pee for a solid minute and a half. The urine was completely translucent and spilled out onto the grass in front of the school and the street on the other side. It lapped over Jake’s shoes, as he stood in complete shock and awe of what had happened. Tiffany’s bladder was still aching and her urethra was on fire, she tried to stammer an apology, but Jake ran away before she could speak a word. Please tell me about any changes I should make to this chapter, or what should happen in the next chapter.
  13. Long story, both jackals ended up wetting their trousers because of the locks. Thanks to Ricelord for the art

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  14. Both ladies will remember this awkward day for a while. Thanks to Rune (Pixiv25170019) for the art

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  15. The peeing has stopped and both faces are blushing with embarrassment. Thanks to Rune (Pixiv25170019) for the art

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  16. It was twenty years ago today, Sgt. Pepper taught the band to... skim the newfangled internet for authentic female desperation stories. (Have you heard that one about John Lennon and Yoko Ono celebrating their first christmas together with urine-filled condoms adorning their bedroom? That's a couple of steps too far for my own tastes though, besides, the walrus was Paul). Actually, it's more than 20 years; as of today it's 22 years since the currently featured archived Wetset forum entries were posted. I've worked with people who were not even conceived then! (And some of the signatures may not even be around today, but let's not ponder upon such dark matters). What I'm trying to get at is that the internet is old and so is some of its desperation content, but still there are undisclosed nuggets to be found from these ancient (oh well...) days of digitally conserved uromania, even for such indigenous lurkers as yours truly. What I'm really trying to get at is that in a fit of lurklust in conjunction with the current Wetset forum still being under maintenance, I decided to kill some time by checking out whatever part of the old forum was currently featured and wouldn't you know it; I stumbled upon a not inconsiderable amount of worthy stories that somehow managed to escape my ever-spying eyes all those years ago when the Wetset forum was the source for all things female desperation, story-wise. And a lot of misspelled dreck as well, but that's to be expected. Thusly, guided by my own preferences, I took the liberty of compiling some of my better finds here below. They are all to be found in the open on the currently featured forum from 1998-99 for anyone who feels the need to kill as much time as I did. For everyone else, here is my yield, exclusively revolving around female situations. ------------------ Starting off with some deliberate wettings: https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/26495.htm - Girl casually pisses herself in a store. No depiction of desperation to talk about, so not very arousing on my part. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/26823.htm - Girl pisses herself deliberately during a round of pool. Desperation featured but still a turn-off due to it being deliberate. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/26517.htm - A woman gets herself desperate and goes shopping. Once again deliberately, so I don't much care for it. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/26541.htm - Two girls smoking outside a club/pub and semi-deliberately wet themselves one after the other. Not much of a build-up though. Some milder albeit unintended desperation/wetting accounts: https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/27081.htm - Girl gets desperate during a canoe outing. Not too exciting as she apparently makes it eventually. Also featuring some laugh-induced desperation along the way, which is a turn-off for me personally. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/26955.htm - Drunk girl is with a friend at a restaurant. She has already wet herself and only the aftermath is described. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/25087.htm - Woman at a gas station watches another woman from afar being desperate while talking in a mobile phone. Added aftermath with a tell-tale puddle but no depiction of an actual wetting. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/25983.htm - A couple of short accounts. One with a woman who had wet herself during a campus pub round in which the narrator speculates about the desperation beforehand. The next one with him teaching a poetry class in which a girl stealthily wets her jeans. Some fear wettings: https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/26969.htm - Girl gets caught shoplifting and totally floods herself out of fright. Quite arousing but not much of a build-up and no desperation beforehand. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/26120.htm - Girl tells about a couple of school incidents, one during which she simply wets herself just before class dismissal and one where she's being scolded by her teacher and wets herself multiple times out of fear. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/25762.htm - Girl tending a sandwich shop gets desperate but is being held up by a customer who proves to be out to robbing the place. She wets out of fear at gunpoint which ruins it for me. A few brief straightforward wetting stories: https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/26460.htm - Brief story of a girl's mom who comes home desperate after a visit but doesn't make it inside. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/25335.htm - Girl unexpectedly wets while waiting for an exam in university. No desperation, just sudden part-wetting. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/23916.htm - A girl is desperate in the toilet line at a pub and is not being let in front despite her state. Really good one, but alas way too short and scarse on details. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/25616.htm - Guy retelling two accounts of her girlfriend. In the first one she's desperate during a class in which a guest speaker is holding court so she dares not asking to be excused. The second one is a geography outing where she gets caught short and finally gets excused and sprints back to the school to use the toilet. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/25068.htm - A couple of school stories, the first one with a girl trying to hide her desperation but ends up wetting herself while in the queue for an ice cream booth. The second one with another girl being so nervous for a history test that she ends up wetting herself. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/24539.htm - A guy telling about a woman in spandex pants who's desperate in a store with no bathrooms, and finally goes into the next store which has a bathroom although it requires a key. The woman ends up partly wetting herself. Had the potential of being a good story but is severely lacking in detail and buildup. Some a bit more elaborated accounts: https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/26509.htm - Woman on a camping trip, wakes up in the middle of the night super desperate and tries to get away from her tent to relieve herself before it's too late. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/26259.htm - College girl desperate during a flight and is repeatedly hindered from getting to the toilet by the flight attendant. This is a good one IMO. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/26228.htm - Guy tells about her girlfriend who's working late at a service station and gets increasingly desperate as she has to serve customers. She's trying not to have an accident and... well, read on. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/25200.htm - Woman gets woken up by a phone call and gets increasingly desperate throughout. Finally she manages to end it and just about makes it to the toilet, but only to piss through her panties and pantihose. A coupe of explicitly fictional ones: https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/25785.htm - Girl desperate in a big library and gets temporarily trapped inside the stairwell outside by some bloke who noticed her beforehand. Unplausible, but then again, it's stated fiction. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/26549.htm - A guy encounters a desperate girl with her car broken down along the road as he's driving home for the night. He gives her a lift home and she's getting more and more frantic. Good story if you disregard the last couple of sentences. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/23910.htm - A gang of girls on a hen night have chained themselves together for the occasion. The narrating girl ends up pissing herself while trying to get out of the pub with the others dragged along. Good story although it's explicitly part fiction, but the chain backdrop is rather silly and not very plausible. Incidentally it seems that the chain thing was actually part of the original real-life account on which the story is based. Just goes to show that it's not whether or not anything actually happened that makes or breaks the authencity of a story. And, what I'd like to call, the borderline bullshit section, thusly named for the ubiquitous intimacy features which only detract from the authencity, as well as the occasional unlikely scenario and/or reaction of the protagonists. But, no stone unturned: https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/26061.htm - Female fire dept volunteer wets herself in her fire uniform in front of her husband during a clean-up of a firesite. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/26050.htm - Girl unexpectedly wets herself during an exam with the narrator's hand in her crotch. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/24666.htm - A guy telling about a date with a girl who ends up getting desperate in a park and finally pisses through her pants while being drunk. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/24848.htm - A guy watches two desperate girls in a phone booth. A bit far-fetched cirmunstance and not very believable IMO. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/24301.htm - A woman works as a cooking utensil demonstrator and is desperate during one such session and ends up wetting herself in front of an oblivious audience behind the display counters. A bit too much sexually charged embellishment to be believable. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/26105.htm - A guy telling about a job interview with a desperate girl during which he tries to delay her and make her have an accident. Really stupid story and probably made up. Totally non-believable circumstances and unplausible reactions by the girl and I hesitated to include it here if only because of that, but might be of interest anyway. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/24096.htm - A guy and his girlfriend is going out with a few of his friends, first to a restaurant and then a movie during which the girl gets desperate but is too shy to go to the bathroom. Afterwards she manages to tag along with the other girls to the cinema restroom but they all return as they were too busy. She gets more and more anxious and after a stroll through a mall and a taxi ride, she makes it to the elevator though. Could have been a good story if not for the over-intimate ending spoiling the believability. Cut it off right before the end and pretend it was featured under... Getting very near the end - the really good ones: https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/25460.htm - Two girls going on an air balloon ride. Both are desperate and tries to find relief before the ride but fail and they take to the skies with bursting bladders. Good one, this, even if the unusual setting is a bit distracting. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/24761.htm - A woman tells of her getting incredibly desperate on the way home on a bus and tries to make it to her apartment before it's too late. Also really good and believable. And I've saved the best one for last: https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/25471.htm - Two stories featuring a girl telling of her experiences in a Red Cross youth group. The second one a brief account of her being desperate on the bus home after a Red Cross event and ends up wetting herself on some backyard stairs. The first one is longer though, with her being desperate during a meeting but is too shy to leave and is prevented from doing so when she finally tries to. Afterwards a desperate bus ride to a community center ensues. This one ticks all the boxes for me - shy girl, lots of people around, all kinds of factors preventing or delaying a toilet visit including a queue and that "damn, she will make it after all" turn right before the ultimate ending, and most importantly, thorough authencity.
  17. It was early in the morning when Rachel was seen entering the gym, she was wearing very tight clothes and showed a bit of her physique, mainly her thick ass. She walked in and went straight to the weightlifting room after she paid to enter. She started lifting heavy weights for a while and later noticed how badly she had to pee. But, she decided to hold it in to be naughty. As Rachel kept lifting weights her bladder grew and grew resulting in multiple spasms. Her mind was playing tricks on her as she was envisioning herself wetting nude, but before she could dream about anymore, she cut herself off. The pain was so unbearable! She couldn’t wait to let go, but she knew that she should hold it in and release later, but when on earth would that be? The feeling felt like she was lodging an entire stream inside her throbbing bladder. As she was busy attempting to hold in her pee, she noticed a man. On the off chance there's something you need to think about Rachel is that she truly loves to flirt with men. So like always, she claims to begin to look all starry eyed at the man and promptly attempts to prevail upon him. Rachel’s bladder was now full and was in dire need to release, she knew if she didn’t act fast her grey yoga pants would be soaked! She run away from the man to find a bathroom, however her plan failed as there wasn’t one in sight, “Surely there must be a bathroom somewhere.” murmured Rachel. As time went on her bladder continued tormenting and the possibility of her having an accident made her frightened. She could sense herself leaking into her panties and an small wet patch was become evident on her pants, so she ran outside to quickly find the nearest bathroom. She knew there wouldn’t be a bathroom till McDonalds, but she decided to go in an alleyway because she was already leaking and wouldn’t be able to hold it in for that long walk. After she crossed the road her body was starting to surrender as huge spurts pee was starting to wet her white panties and the sight was turning out to be more clear on her yoga pants. She arrived at the alleyway and pulled her yoga pants down, pulled her yoga pants down, additionally investigating her little mishap in her panties, which were not very wet, yet somewhat damp. She pulls down her soggy panties and crouches quickly delivering at a quick rate, the alleviation was so pleasing as she made it on time.
  18. PROLOUGE Hi there, you're all probably wonder who I am, well let me explain.... My name is Conner and I'm a writer....not a famous one...or well known but an aspiring one non the less, the house I live in used to be full with roommates and a girlfriend once, but a few months ago my girlfriend dumped me and the roommates I once had, well they moved away, I think it was the end of their semester. So I spend the majority of my day at home trying to write some story or playing videogames on my pc when no story came to me, however one evening while trying to come up with some story, I hear a knock at the door. Conner: "Strange who'd be up at this hour?" I say to myself as I leave my office and head for the front door. When I opened the door my eyes widened and I felt my face blush red as two attractive girls stood outside dressed in some school uniform. Conner: "Uh...Um.....I...Uh...." Girl 1: Um...Hi, we're sorry to disturb you.....but um....." The girl seemed to get lost in her own thoughts. Girl 2: "What my sister is trying to say is *clears throat* Your new girlfriends have arrived, you ordered us.....uhhh a few months ago?" I didn't know what to think, I didn't order any girlfriend.....or two for that matter, but I couldn't just leave them standing outside so I invited them in. Conner: "Right, so lets go from step one, who are you two?" I ask rather confused and taken aback from the whole situation. Girl 2: "Well I'm Phoebe, and this is my twin sister Myra." Myra: "It's um nice to meet you." I didn't know what to say Soon I was able to think of something. Conner: "So....um....What exactly can I do for you two?" I ask Phoebe: "Well you see it's more what we can offer you Master, You see we were ordered by you to come to you and basically obey your every whim, doesn't matter how mundane it is you tell us a thing and we'll do it." Phoebe explains Myra: "Even if it means holding our bladders for you Master." Myra adds. My face blushes to my ears and I could feel a boner protruding from my pants I had to think of something quick. Conner: "Uh how about I show you two your rooms and we can talk about this in more detail in the morning?" I suggest, the girls nod and I lead them to their room. I begin to talk a little more but in truth I was fixated with these girls, almost like they were my dream girl come to life and split into two. Phoebe the cool and confident girl and Myra the shy yet perky girl. Both of these girls wanted me to be their master and make them do a bunch of stuff....including pissing themselves for me. I said my goodnights and went into my room and hopped into bed wondering if this was all a dream and I simply passed out at my pc or if this was indeed real what I would do with my new twins in the morning. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- So I'm trying something a little different, an interactive story styled a little like those anime pc story games you see both here and on Steam, So the idea is Phoebe and Myra will do anything Conner tells them no matter what and you guys as Conner get to decide what you'll put these girls through, in regards to the omo factor of this story the girls will have to pee eventually and so I show will this with..... Green (empty) Yellow (Half full) Red (full) Dark Red (About to burst) So if you guys want to give me a scenario with these girls I'll do my best to show you guys what happens or if you want you can give me an idea and I'll expand on it. Also the girls are 18+ and will most likely involve nudity and sex if people want that. Also again if it add images to the end of this I don't know why it adds it, if someone could help me stop this from happening I'd really apricate it.
  19. So. I used to be really really good at holding. I think the most I ever held at once was around 1.5 L, I'm only 5'4 so that's a pretty big amount. Then one day I decided to do a pee holding challenge that went like this: I was going to go 8 hours without peeing. Every hour I'd drink one whole bottle of water. I ended up not being able to hold it the whole day. My bladder got nice and big, erotically full and all, and to hold it I ended up releasing a couple hundred mLs. When I got home I practically burst, I measured about 1 L which isn't a lot at all compared to my record. I did a rapid desperation hold the next day and had a full fledged accident at 750mL. Which upset me a lot, I never have actual accidents. So I waited a month to let my bladder rest before I did it again. I did lots of kegel excersises, trained my pelvic floor and stuff like that. Next hold I did a month later I was able to hold 1.25 L which is much more! But still not enough for me :(. Is there any way to train my bladder any better? To be clear, in normal life this isn't affecting me in any way. I'm not having incontinence issues, because I can hold my pee for 9 hours through an entire shift at work if I have to (which I don't, I get breaks, but sometimes the bathrooms are disgusting.) It's just when I hold large amounts. Bottom line: how can I train my bladder to hold as much as I used to be able to? Accidents are hot as fuck, but I'd like to be able to hold for capacity and hold much more before I wet. My goal originally was to reach 1.75L capacity, maybe even 2L, but now I'd be happy with just 1.5L like before. Any help is appreciated.
  20. Chapter 1-The New Game. Amber Baker is a 21 year old college student, she has long flowing blonde hair and ocean blue eyes with pale skin and a slender body she's wearing a pale blue t shirt with a grey business jacket and a pair of jeans. She was walking home from college with a brand new fantasy game Amber loves fantasy games with a passion, she'd often dream about being able to live in a world of fantasy and adventure and this game promises that she just couldn't wait to play it, she quickly unlocks the door to her rented apartment and walks inside kicking her shoes off and leaving them in the hall. *I can't believe a game like this exists!* she thought to herself excitedly as she pops the game case open takes the disk out and puts it into her PC, the game boots up quickly and the main menu appears with an old wooden look to it all she takes the mouse and hits New Game what happens next not even she was expecting. The screen lights up and a vortex emerges from it with a suction power of 5 hurricanes sucking Amber in without a moment to spare. *What the fuck is going on!?* she thinks to herself as a random assortment of numbers fly pass her one of them hits her on the head knocking her out cold. When she wakes up all is not what it seems for one she's in a lush green field and second there's someone looking at her. "Um...h-hello!?" she calls out to the stranger who emerges from the shadows. "Oh thank the heavens we're saved." the stranger is a man in his early 30's dressed in rags he jumps in the air clicking his heels together. "Um...excuse me....could you explain what's going on?" Amber asks. "Well of course Mage, you see...." Amber interrupts. "Hang on Mage?....I'm not....." she notices now she is not wearing what she wore before. She appeared to be wearing a light brown tunic with skin tight pants matching the colour of the tunic with slightly darker looking thigh high boots on top she had brown armour with some pattern on it, she also noticed a sword on the right side of her hip and a book which gave the title -Magic Spells- "Good sir....please tell me where am I?" she asked looking around. "Well kind Mage you are in the land of Maraview, the closest town is Haringrad.....would you like me to take you there?" he asked offering his hand. Amber took his hand and got up and immediately felt her bladder pang but not wanting to embarrass herself she squeezed her legs together. "Yes please." Amber replied and the man lead the way towards the town. "The village elder can fill you in." He added as Amber occasionally grabbed her crotch. *I hope they have a toilet...or something." she thought as they entered the village. "The Elder's house is just there." the man said pointing to a small hut. "Thank you sir....is there a rest room I can use?" Amber asked, the man looked at her with a puzzled look. "I don't understand kind Mage rest.....room?" Amber looked surprised. *No rest rooms? but I have to pee.* she thought to herself before replying. "Never mind...forget I asked." The man nodded and walked away. and Amber entered the hut where an old man sat before her. "Ah....young mistress mage....please take a seat." the elder gestured to Amber toward the seat that was opposite to him and she took the seat crossing her legs to help hold her pee. "Now you must have a lot of questions feel free to ask me anything." The elder said. "Are there any rest rooms?" Amber asks instantly and the elder shook his head. "No....this is a rare case.....you were brought into this word for some unknown reason and no one here has any human needs....a part from you." This got Amber worried not only did she have to pee but she'd have to eat and drink as well. "Why am I a Mage?" she asked looking at her outfit. "You prefer a mage over every class my dear." the elder answered. "Now....I can help you get back to your world but....you'll have to go on a quest....are you up to the task?" he asked. "I don't have much of a choice." Amber replied, and the elder explained that the world was under threat by a being know only as The Dark One and that Amber is the only one who can defeat him and bring peace to the land, he then gave her a satchel inside contained food, water and 1000 gold as well as a wand then he sent her on her way. *Oh boy.....I guess this is the adventure I dreamed of.* she says as she leaves the town and into the unknown. (I hope you enjoyed this first chapter, sorry if you were hoping for some accidents that'll come in the next chapter. that being said if there's anything you'd like to see in Chapter 2 feel free to say and I'll put it in, and feel free to say what you thought about it. Thanks for reading Chapter 1.) This is what she looks like, don't know who made the art so credit to whoever made the art. Just leave out the cape.
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