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  4. The night flight went on as usual, but there was one thing. This time it was going without Sanya, and for Eila that was the scariest thing in the world. Not that she couldn't do the patrol without her Orussian lover, but she felt lonely. She stared off into the distance, occasionally turning her gaze to the almost blue crowns of the conifers. The weather was very cool for this time of year, but it didn't matter. What bothered her most was the fact that she was all alone. It made her feel nauseous every now and then. "Why isn't Sanya around? Is she having such a hard time recovering? It's just a simple pneumonia!" Scolded Eila to herself, turning her gaze away from time to time. She looked around, then looked down and gradually began to feel that her bladder was giving the first signals that it should be emptied. The girl thought about doing so during the flight, but gave up on that decision. It was necessary to get back to the base faster. A seriously ill friend was waiting for her there. The flight back seemed longer than it had been to the extreme point of the patrol, and the desire to relieve oneself was increasing by the second. A few kilometres from Berlin, Eila thought she could do it. This was the last point where she could urinate in the air. However, the desire to be at the bedside of the girl she loved was greater than anything else. She wanted to snuggle up to her friend's aching body and heal her simply by her presence. She immediately headed for the base of the 501 Wing location, literally as she flew, feeling her bladder increasingly asking her to relieve it. However, she cannot give this permission. A cool breeze hits her face and she tries to distract herself from the increasing pressure, which however is getting stronger. She rolls over onto her back and just stares at the moon and the stars, trying to count them. All this was done in the hope of distracting herself from the urge to urinate. And it seemed to be working. However, the first serious test began during the landing. Eila, as witches are supposed to do when landing, put her feet forward. The striker unit hit the concrete surface of the runway with a typical sharp thud. And at that very moment, Eila truly felt the despair coursing through her entire body. She wanted to grab her crotch with all her might, but as Suomus' best witch she can have managed to talk her bladder into waiting a little longer. Nor could she physically grab her crotch abruptly. Still, it is advisable to keep your hands in the air when landing, balancing slightly. The girl literally flew to the end of the runway and activated the emergency reset of striker unit. She wanted to write it off as an accident, but really wanted to get to the bathroom. She had almost forgotten that she had to care for her sick friend. As soon as the girl frantically, all the time mistakenly, hitched the unit to the launcher and put her mg 42 next to it, she went as fast to the toilet as she could... Every step echoed in her almost full bladder. The girl knew that her body would not last much longer and something had to be done. But she refused to show the mechanics and her friends her need. Only when she entered the staff building did she deign to move her hand to her crotch. However, the girl was in no hurry to squeeze there with all her might. She assessed the situation a little better and calmed down. Her body was ready to endure for no small amount of time, but the condition was already alarming. But somehow she knew that she was about to come to the washroom and relieve herself. Thoughts of the yellow stream flowing out of her and hitting the porcelain walls of the toilet bowl entered her mind one by one. The girl imagined the picture in different ways. Largely because she thought she could afford to think about urinating. - Eila hi. - Suddenly Eila, who was engrossed in thoughts of her own victory, was distracted by somebody. - Co-commander Minna…Hello… - Eila, I urgently need to assign you to look after my office. - The commander looked a little nervous. - But I... Um... - Tension flashed across Suomus girl face. (Suomus is analogy of Finland in this world). - No buts! - Minna exclaimed. Eila realised that there was no chance of avoiding this order. She might have asked, "Why can't Captain Barkhorn do it?" But she knew. The commander's orders could not be disobeyed at a time like this and despite her full bladder she opened the door of Minna's office. Her ability to predict vaguely hinted to her that the time for which she would have to take over the post was uncertain. But Eila knew that there was simply no going back. She made her way inside the office. She sat down at her desk and noticed that the commander didn't even say goodbye to her. Eila crossed her legs to her knees, squeezing her hips tightly together. That was all she went for. As long as she sat up it was easier to endure. She was well acquainted with the fact that arriving at base with wet pants was dangerous when on duty in northern latitudes. Despite her physical resilience to the irritants and the heat the module gave off, wet panties wouldn't end well. Eila knew how to be patient and knew that she would have to keep her bladder full again for as long as it took. Either way, there was no point in retreating. The girl would have to hold it on to it for as long as it took, but she could not understand that it would not end quickly. Eila was familiar with the basic techniques of what to do in such a situation. She had to squeeze her hips tightly together and try to thinking of something dry. - So good... It's not the first day in my life that I'm holding back urine, is it? - She asked herself and looked down at her white tights in the crotch area. She moaned a little and lightly stroked her stomach, realising that these touches only made her feel heavier. On the other hand, it felt unexpectedly pleasant. Eila herself was shocked that she was enjoying it. She had certainly heard of people who liked to hold their urine, but to do it like this... However, massaging your bladder and its bulge in this way for a long time is dangerous enough. She was, however, very aware of how this might end, so she slowly and gently moved her hand to her crotch. Suomus girl gently cradled her crotch with her fingers, placing one of them against the urethra. Images of her already sitting on the toilet and relaxing began to enter her head. But they urgently needed to be chased away. The girl stared at the table for some time. Her eyes skimmed the texture of the wood of the commander's desk. She took every action she could to mentally relax herself. Or rather not to relax, but to distract. Inhale - exhale. And so on until the urge was gone. But Eila knows it won't go away. She crossed her legs again and exhaled. Along with this, she felt the yellow warm liquid already ready to burst out. It seemed to be literally cutting her urethra. Eila just had to stop it from leaking. Just didn't let it leaking. But at that moment a few drops fell into her white knickers, leaving small yellow marks on them. The girl sighed and begin squeezed her crotch with both hand. In her youth, Eila had been in this situation many times before, when she was on the verge of losing control. But at that time she was usually already either standing at the door of the toilet, or already essentially sitting on it. And that one she was ready to wet herself on the chair where her commander usually sat. Fluid had already started to accumulate inside her urethra. She realised that the sphincter was no longer able to tighten with the same force. She squeezed her hips tightly, hoping to help him, but her body was unable to do so. She feels new droplets penetrate outwards, touching her panties. After a moment the girl realises that she won't be able to hold it in. The commander has been gone long enough and it is unlikely that Minna will return so soon. And so Eila decides to relieve herself in a vase of some kind. But there wasn't one vase nearby either. - I can't seem to hold it any longer... - The girl moaned. At this point, a small spurt of urine coming out of her body threw her into shock. The girl shrieked loudly and with all her might began to press on her crotch, thrusting her fingers covered with drops of hot urine into her urethra. Despair grew to an unbelievable stage. The rubbing of her thighs was no longer helping her patience. Even squeezing her crotch could do nothing to help her. A slight shiver ran through her body as another short trickle leaked out. A tear flowed down her cheek as she realised that she could no longer contain such flows. Chaotic and totally uncontrollable leaks became frequent in those moments. Eila knew she had only minutes to endure. After a moment, she accepted her defeat. But her body was no longer willing to let go of the urine. The body itself seemed to be fighting to the end. But these leaks were undermining her desire to hold on. It was over. The girl pressed tightly on her hands crotch and counted the seconds. After a while, the girl started catching even bigger streams in her hands. She squirmed, shuddered, and after a moment her body failed. The urethra, literally flaming with desperation, spurted out a stream of urine. The girl could not stop it. The yellow stream left her body at breakneck speed. Her panties were quickly soaked from the front, as was the part that was in contact with the stool. The white, thick pantyhose began to flood with streams of urine. And tears flowed from her eyes. Eila was still trying to stop, but she knew it was the end. - Noooo! Please stop! - But her words not helped her. Eila couldn't remember how long it had taken her to urinate. But when the last drops left her exhausted body and she laid her head on the table, she realised The puddle she had created was impossible to miss with even a cursory glance. The girl watched as the hem of her uniform and the sleeves became darker due to direct contact with the urine. The girl sighed. She realised that she had to take off her wet knickers, tights and socks. She also had to take her shoes off. It is not comfortable to walk around with wet shoes. The girl sat down to take off her shoes and could not help but notice that her flow was able to penetrate even here. Well. It looked like she would have to do the laundry her clothes. But what was taking the commander so long to return? - I wonder what she's doing? - Eila asked herself. If Eila really knew why Minna was in such a state and why she had so abruptly ordered the girl to look after the study, then Eila would understand her commander. As soon as Suomus girl complied with the order, Minna bent in half and clenched her buttocks without hiding. She had not felt such a strong urge to relieve herself for a very long time. She knew that because she hadn't gone to the toilet for a long time, sooner or later it would want to come out on its own. But she had no idea that she would not have time to perform all her duties. Yes, it is. Minna has long tried to endure it and endure the urge until she has fulfilled all her duties. However, after quite a while, in which she rocked on the chair and pressed herself against it, she realised - she couldn't do it. The girl left the office shortly before Eila appeared in the corridor and took the chance. Barely hiding the incredibly strong urge to poop Minna instructed Eila to watch the study and as soon as the door closed she leaned forward. The 501 Wing Commander squeezed her buttocks and moved her hands to her ass, trying to help her body. At one time she was jokingly nicknamed 'Wing's Most Powerful Ass', because she deatroyed enemy by her ass. But at the now the girl knew that everyone was equal before nature and she wouldn't last long. She could feel how it ramming against her gate and preparing to open her anus without permission. She sighed and went to the toilet. The hardest part was just holding on and trying to concentrate. Which makes sense. Minna was already at such a level of desperation that she no longer knew how she could support her ass. At one point she stopped and sat down on the windowsill. In that position, turd was unlikely to just come out. And it would be possible to think about what she would do next. She was breathing heavily and trying to work out which toilet she should go to. - The toilet doesn't work here...Oh...That hurts...Please wait a little longer... - Minna thought. - On the other floor the toilets are being cleaned... Only the one that's... Farthest away. She pulled herself up on feet with an effort, feeling her anus throb slightly, and squeezed her buttocks again with all her might. - Please…Not open! – Said she. When she felt that the situation had more or less stabilised, she once again took a heavy breath in her chest and walked forward. It was not a short journey. Her body could hardly take it anymore, and she was so far from the nearest toilet. After all, she had a long way to go to reach it. And given that it was the only one working, there might be someone there. However, the girl was no longer embarrassed that someone would hear her relieving herself. The girl felt like it was going to come out just a little bit more. But she stoically held on to it. She is, after all, the wing commander. And she holds the rank of colonel for a reason. Simply hold it. However, after walking a few metres, the girl bent almost in half, feeling her stomach sending her signals. These signals spoke of his intention to relieve himself. Whether Minna wanted it or not. The girl squeezed her buttocks with all her might, but felt her anus open slightly. She sighed sharply. It was so sudden for her and so close to defeat. Turd seemed to coming out just a few millimetres in front. But the commander's face showed only shock and a feeling of utter helplessness. Drops of sweat rolled down her face. But she made up her mind to continue on her way. Surrender now is stupid. She didn't make it down to the ground floor to the first toilet was pointless. The hardest part was going down the stairs in this state. Every now and then the girl's body was ready to unleash a new wave of despair and pain on her. Minna knew that if this happened, she would most likely lose control. Her hands were still clasped tightly to her bottom and she prayed to all the gods that no one wouldnt saw her like this. That said, it was worth noting that the girl was far from superstitious. However, after walking down the first flight of stairs she felt tears in her eyes. It was so hard for her that she had already started to cry. But she had to keep moving forward. Just keep going. She asked her body to wait a few more minutes. She knew that in her condition she would not make it to the toilet quickly. The second flight and the second staircase were particularly difficult. Here her stomach ached wildly again, and the poo moved a little further forward. Minna no longer knew how much effort to put into squeezing her buttocks. It just about stopped working. Her eyes began to go a little darker. Holding it were getting very difficult. The girl was already walking on the lowest floor, where there was a working toilet. So far she had not met anyone. She hardly knew what she was going to do when she reached her destination. After all, she would have to let go of her hands to open the door. Or at least remove one hand. And that would mean that her valve would be instantly breached. But she didn't care anymore. In the toilet she could poop herself as long as no one saw her shame. Between her legs, she shivered feverishly. Her muscles were overworked, drawing the last of her strength to keep the tremendous load at bay. It was agony. Minna felt it begin to come out. Her strength was simply not enough anymore. She tried to avoid defeat, but it was no longer possible. After a while, the girl finally was near to the toilet door. - No! No! No… - She screamed as it began to leave her body. – Please not coming out! Why it…Why won't it stop! Please hold it! Not moooove!!! The big, thick turd squeezed between her buttocks and continued move. It hit her purple panties, stretching them slightly. Minna felt that she could no longer squeeze. Her whole body seemed to tremble and just unload itself. The girl adopted a sullen expression on her face and walked into the bathroom. She went to the first toilet stall that suited her. As soon as she closed the stall door her panties stopped holding back the pressure and her poop started falling to the floor in front of the toilet. - I couldn't - Silently she said. Next, the girl just started cleaning up after herself. She thought it was a nasty business. But as if she had a choice? Minna felt extremely ill. She had plans to take a hot shower, but clearly not after this. Once she had cleaned up after herself in the toilet, she went to the shower room. Then she can wash her knickers and she would be fine. But this day will be remembered as the worst day of her adult life. It was very difficult. Sanya looked up at the ceiling. Her breathing was extremely intermittent and sparse. Her whole body was aching and feverish. She had been feeling incredibly ill for the past few days. As Miyafuji and the other doctors said, her life was not in danger. However, she felt extremely unwell. For some time, the Orusian girl stared at the ceiling and sobbed occasionally. She was thirsty and there seemed to be a slight feeling of nausea somewhere in the depths of her subconscious. The girl thought she was dying, but in reality she was just reflecting the effects of pneumonia. She did not know when or under what conditions she had fallen ill. But luckily it happened after the defeat of the neuroi and the liberation of Berlin. The girl carefully took the glass of water in her trembling hand. She had been thirsty for the last half hour. Yoshika had advised her to drink more, which Sanya adhered to. However, a problem immediately arose as to how she would go to the toilet. The girl felt that her body was too weak and she would not be able to walk properly on her own. So Lynnet, who was on duty at her bedside all the time, often helped Alexandra. Today, however, the lovely British girl didn't show up. Or rather, she left to help Yosika buy new medicines, as it turned out there was a severe shortage of antibiotics and other important medicines at the base. And Sanya was well aware that some of these medicines were for her own use as well. The girl drank half a glass of water. She felt she needed to drink more fluids and eat well. But there was hardly any appetite. She stared at the ceiling and blinked slowly several times. She did not know what to occupy herself with. Apart from her heavy and seemingly iron-chained breathing, she could feel her throat hurting. Her whole body shuddered from time to time. The girl slowly reached for the mercury thermometer. The girl felt that she had a fever, but she wanted to know exactly what kind. If it got really bad she could try asking for Gertruda Barkhorn to help her. Sweat rolled off her forehead and she felt her breathing becoming a little easier. Still she was on the mend, but it was very hard. She carefully put the thermometer on and began to measure her temperature. - This is so…Hard. – Thinking girl. There were long and harrowing minutes of waiting for the thermometer to take the temperature. The girl tried not to move. Breaking the mercury thermometer was the last thing she needed to do to ruin her week. It took quite some time before Sanya's delicate hand reached under her pretty nightgown. She pulled out a thermometer and was slightly disappointed. The device, though seemingly obsolete for our time, was quite accurate and showed her body temperature almost unmistakably. 39.4 degrees Celsius. This morning it was about 38.9 degrees Celsius. She started trying to look for medicine to bring the temperature down. But she could not find it. Then she still decided that she needed help. Even though it was very late, she decided to try and get a temporary 'health watchman'. - Trude! Barkhorn - san! The girl waited for a while and was already thinking of trying to call out again. But at that moment the door of her room opened and Gertrude walked in with a kindly sisterly smile. In spite of her smile, the Karlsland witch face showed her lack of sleep and the fact that she had been awakened in the middle of the night. But the girl had endured more than that. She approached Alexandra and asked. - What with you, Sanya? - I need an antipyretic. Please... Gertrude began to rummage around the girl's bedside table, where Miyafuji had a number of vials of medicine. In our times, they could all be lumped together into a few simple remedies known to everyone. But now it was the 1940s, and the right amount of medication, and even during the war, was very hard to find. Finding the right one was difficult, but Trudе never managed to do so. - Here's the bottle, but it's empty. - Slowly the girl replied. - There are only painkillers. - All right, give me some painkillers. - Stretched out Sanya. - At least it'll make my bones ache less. - Poor girl… Gertrude handed the medicine to Alexandra on a small spoon and she modestly swallowed it. Sanya looked extremely strange, when she did it. But it was also true. The medicine was incredibly bitter, and so the girl hurriedly drank it down with water. - Спасибо…(Thanks) Gertrude took a cloth from a nearby basin and placed it on the forehead of the girl who coughed several times. There was a look of obvious concern on karlsland girl face. She stroked her friend's head and said softly. - Everything is going to be all right, Sanya. Don't worry. - But I’m not worry, Barkhorn-san. Go sleep. - Was? Ok. Good night Sanya. Barkhorn quietly walked out the door again, leaving Sanya alone with herself. However, her friend suddenly realized one thing. - Я хочу писать…(I want to pee…) – Thinking Sanya. The girl felt at the same time that she could not go to the bathroom. Not that she felt bad at all, but she decided to keep it. She was setting herself a completely impossible goal. It was too long until morning. But her mind was clouded by illness. That's why this decision seemed logical to her. The girl squirmed a little and rubbed her thighs lightly. Alexandra felt that her tired body simply would not allow her to get up. It was getting very hot. Or cold, for the girl was shivering slightly. She coughed hard several times. Her lungs seemed to ache with incredible force. How she wished her illness would finally begin to recede. In a moment, however, she was able to concentrate. Still, her main problem now was an almost full bladder, not her high fever. This fullness was felt. That liquid that Sanya drank in the evening slowly drained into her bladder. And there was nothing she could do about it. It was clear that her body could hardly hold out much longer. But her mind clouded, and so she just looked at the clock that was ticking slowly in her room and sighed. She was determined to hold urine. At one point a water balloon displayed in her head that resembled her bladder, and it was filled almost to the brim. The girl decided not to call anyone else, but to concentrate directly. The clock was beating its rhythm. And the minute hand slowly but surely moved forward. However, Sanya tried not to look at the clock. It was too frightening by its mere presence. It felt like time was moving forward at half the speed it should. Soon the girl began to realize that there was actually a lot against her in this situation. She is still forced to look at the clock purely out of curiosity. And their rhythm seemed to turn into an eternity. And Sanya began to realize that in order to last she would have to wait a very long time. But the weakness was too strong. Soon the girl realized that she would not hold out. It was simply impossible. - Моча теплая…(Urine is warm) - Said the girl. The thought of it leaking out on its own was unbearable. Sanya realized that she should have agreed to the night potty. But it was too late. Her lips curled slightly the first time it happened. Thoughts that the warm liquid from her body might actually warm her up took hold of the girl. It all came together into a logical picture. Her sphincter began to slowly give way and soon a few drops were inside her urethra. She didn't have the strength to just hold it in herself. She slowly grabbed her hands between her legs... She felt as if she could feel those drops in her urethra. And soon the girl released drops into her panties. A few drops were followed by a small and light trickle. Sanya instantly strained her fingers, trying to keep herself from leaking. - Кажется немного протекло. (It seems I have pee a little.) Sanya didn't remember how long it had been since the first small leak, but her despair was growing more and more serious. The fluid was already literally demanding to be able to leave the sick girl's body in peace, and she whimpered a little. More drops of sweat appeared on Sanya's face and then she coughed several times. - О нет! Нет! Нет! Нееет! (Oh no! No no noоo!) – Cried girl. A stream left her body in this moment of weakness. The girl had heard from Yoshika that everything in the body is interconnected in one way or another. And what's to say, she knew it partly herself. So she just got upset that the flow had left her body and started trying to stop it. Her hands clamped down on her pajama pants and she pushed them with all her might between her legs. The warm current passed through her soft, snow-white panties without too much trouble. It immediately began to spread over her pink pajama pants. A stain began to show on them. And the girl slipped her hands into her panties. Her hands pressed against her urethra and stream began to wash over her fingers. A stream of hot fluid flooded her palms and passed through them. The girl squeezed the sphincter out of the last one and crushed the urethra with her fingers. That proved to be enough. The flow subsided slightly and then stopped. Sanya realized that she was going to pee herself. But she had no other choice. The girl closed her eyes and set a goal to endure as long as she could. In addition, the fact that the fluid was flowing out so unevenly gave her incredible pleasure. After a while she felt the urge to urinate again. - Я буду бороться до конца. (I will fight until the end!) - Thought the girl. Soon the girl realized again that fluid leakage was inevitable. This time on her own. Without the help that her body was distracted. She lightly stroked her crotch with her hands still buried in her underwear. A warm stream gushed out into her palms. It felt so good and so wet. The girl exhaled and accepted the defeat of the battle. It was a long battle, but the girl decided that was it. She had had enough. The battle was unbearably hard and it was time to end it. When the flow dried up completely, she modestly looked at her watch. It is worth noting that the fluid was not leaving her body as quickly as it seemed. It was about two minutes. However, Sana enjoyed the sensation so much. After all, she was still trying to stop the process. - Truuude!!! Epilogue In the morning, Sanya's and Eila's clothes, panties and sheets hung modestly after being washed. Gertrude Barkhorn did the laundry for everyone. Minna chose to hide her shame. She cleaned the bathroom at night and secretly washed the panties herself.
  5. Living in Nowhere: Story Two Warning: This story contains messing. It is contained, however if that is not your thing you may want to stop reading now. I get it's not for everyone and want to warn you ahead of time. Also has some sexual themes so please be advised. This is part two of my last story. I hope you guys like it. I may edit it as I see fit. Most importantly, I hope you enjoy:)! Begin: It’s been two days since the accident in the woods. While grabbing things for the house they were thinking about it all day. How dirty it was. But how good it felt. They pushed away the clouds causing them to day dream and focused on the shopping. Salem was in town grabbing some things for the house before they started writing for a few days. The ride home was long but the sights were pretty. Fall is so beautiful around here. Salem loved watching the trees pass by as they drove home. The mountains in the distance were coated in orange and red from the leaves of the trees. It was usually great inspiration to write. But right now all Salem can do is get lost in its beauty. Once Salem got home, they put everything away and went upstairs. They put on a cute comfy pair of pjs and sat right at their desk. The writing would begin. A few hours had passed now and It was getting late in the evening. Salem's room was getting dark. They were sitting “criss cross apple sauce” comfortably. A half full tea mug sits steaming as they read. Being comfortable helps Salem focus. They were wearing an oversized sweater and some comfy cute black pj bottoms that sat tight but comfortable on their skin. They had been writing for hours and now they were stuck. They needed a language to use for the new “magic” system that was going to be in the world they were writing. After struggling with having writer's block, Salem started looking through old spiritual text books they had collected over the years for inspiration. They found a book titled “continued research on old magic”. As Salem flipped through the pages, they found a page that looked promising in a section called “unpronounceable magic ”. Salem starts to scan through the page when a feeling comes over them, almost like a mystical force takes them over but they can’t figure out what. They felt almost controlled, but relaxed. It begins to guide their now heavy eyes to one of the words on the page. It is almost as if something was calling to Salem from within the texts. They spotted one sentence in particular. “Hidr tofui lebn” Salem said aloud. As the words left their lips, an odd feeling filled the room. It felt like something made them do it. They tried to think of a proper explanation, but it was too late. Something inside their head clicked. Their eyes shut and Salem began to feel trapped in their own mind as darkness filled their vision. After a few moments of stillness, Salem just shot right up out of the chair in front of the desk. With their eyes wide open and looking up they were almost being pulled by their cheeks and chin upward. Like a hand was grabbing then and pulling them up. They were pulled with such gentle force, that they just barely knocked over their tea in the process. It tipped and spilled out. But it was so quiet and smooth, Salem wasn’t phased. All they could see was a bright and comforting light. Thoughts began to rush into Salem's brain as they stood there, standing and looking straight up with their knees buckled and mouth agape. They looked up in awe. Drool began to come out of their wide open mouth. Thoughts and ideas flooded their brain. Words wizzed passed, ideas, histories, anything you could think of. All this information was filling their head. For a moment Salem felt great. It was dark. As if a peace had come over them. But as quickly as that feeling came, it left. This fear creeped over them, so primal and yet so real. They couldn’t do anything to help it, but they began to soil themselves. Still trapped in their mind, Salem stood on their tippy toes. The seat of their underwear began to feel squishy, followed closely behind the feeling of hot liquid dampening thier crotch. Salem was soiling their pjs. Pee began pouring down their legs, filling the slippers that they wore.They could feel and hear the crackling as a bulge was developing around their round posterior. The tight pjs began to bulge and stretch. They could feel the seat of their underwear fill up and pour into their tight pajama pants. A puddle was forming where they stood. But Salem could only feel the sensations. They didn’t even notice the growing puddle they now stood in. As their eyes looked up dumb founded with fear, some voice said “sit”. They couldn’t tell if the voice was in the room or their head. But as if hypnotized by the fear, they listened and sat down. They sat down in their mess. They felt so dirty doing it, but couldn’t help it. They were both scared and mystified. As those feelings crossed their mind, something else began to happen. They couldn’t see it but they could feel it. Salem's fear began to leave. A different feeling began to take over from within.. just like that day in the woods. That memory of being such a dirty fox. Salem remembers this feeling and is instantly aroused. Salem had finally found a way to snap out of it. As this realization was made, the helplessness began to fade. They began to regain control of their arms and they began to rub their crotch. They were blushing in their seat. Breathing subtle and steady. A smile came over them as they blushed and drooled. It was like the time in the woods, but better. The voice muttered in a tone most confused and angered. But no words could be made clear. This did not send fear into Salem’s mind, it was to preoccupied with other things to hear it now. They kept thinking how naughty it was, and that they were so scared they soiled their pj’s. Salem finally reached climax in spectacular fashion. Mouth agape and drooling as they let out a moan. Their orgasm spread all over their body. Making them relaxed with the pure joy of it. Salem snapped back to reality. They could see their surroundings now, not just feel them. They looked around and moved their arms, ears, and tail. They were sitting at their desk. They thought maybe it was a dream? But Salem felt a squish in their seat when they moved. The “dream” was real and they were sitting in their mess as proof. That was no dream, Salem thought. It was the magic in the book. They needed to learn its secrets. But first, they had to be prepared. It was clear that anything goes when reading this book. And what happens in Salem's head, happens outside of it as well. That was only a test of what the ancient “magic” had to offer. Next time Salem would come prepared. As good as the orgasm felt, the mess after is a lot to clean up. They would do their best not too, but they needed something to contain a mess just in case for now. The thought of having to wear diapers was a bit embarrassing for Salem. But needed to be done. Besides, the feeling of doing something so taboo was starting to excite Salem. But enough for now, Salem has a lot of work tomorrow. They need to get cleaned up and head to bed. The hunt for diapers starts tomorrow. This magic book needs to be explored fully. End. -Hope you enjoyed
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  7. "Living In Nowhere": Short Story (Stories?) Warning: This story contains messing. It is contained, however if that is not your thing you may want to stop reading now. I get it's not for everyone and want to warn you ahead of time. Also has some sexual themes so please be advised. This is my first submission of any sort of fiction so please be kind. Suggestions are welcomed. Also there might be more stories with this character and setting so I hope you enjoy it. Begin: The sun began to shine over the horizon revealing a small cottage in the forest. The forest was dense with tall overbearing trees that dance whenever the wind blows. The trees were a mix of skinny trunks topped with dark green needles and wide logs topped with warm colored leaves spreading from long limbs. Fall was in full swing this morning. A chill blew through the air. In the center of this forest, was a cottage. It sat right within the center of this sea of trees. It was a quaint little home. Rectangular in shape with walls made from the trees in the forest that surrounded it. The home had windows on both sides, and a tinier window by the front door of the dwelling. When facing the front of the house you can see the chimney shooting straight up from the back and a cellar attached to the side. The cottage was modest but beautiful. The outside of the home was just as modest as the cottage. A log splitting station, some flower beds, and a shed surrounded the yard. Around the yard was a fence with a gate enclosed the property. Beyond that were paths that lead into the forest. At the start of each path there were signs pointing in a direction saying things like "Water" or "Town". The signs were crudely made but served their purpose. This was the home of Salem, and the sun was about to pull them out of bed to start the day. The home fills with light from one of the windows on the side. A warm and inviting room begins to be illuminated. Covered by plants in pots on shelves, and one bigger plant in a pot by the door. The room also held a bookshelf filled with books and some trinkets. Next to that was a wooden desk. This desk had papers, a pen, and an open book on it next to a candle stick that was fully burnt down to the end with dried wax hanging like frozen icicles off a glacier. Against one of the walls opposite of the desk was a bed. On the adjacent wall a little further down from the bed was a closet. As the sun shined through Salem began to stretch awake from a deep slumber. While rubbing their eyes they began to pull the covers off of them, revealing their body. They were on the slender side with a feminine physique. Their muscles were toned yet lean and a little above average height for being 27. They had orange hair with orange pointed fuzzy ears coming out the top of their head and an orange fuzzy tail coming out above their round and plumb posterior. They awoke in their underwear and shirt. Once they had finished rubbing their eyes, they sprang awake. Salem was going to be in a rush this morning, for they were excited to get back to writing a story they were working on most of the night. Salem is a fantasy writer at heart. Though it's just a hobby now, they love spending their free time doing it. But as of late they had been going through a dry spell as far as writing goes. But last night they got inspired and feverishly wrote out a chapter idea in their journal. Reading a history textbook gave them inspiration. This idea carried late into the evening so Salem had to stop even though they had more ideas to write down. The story was exciting to write but the household chores needed to be done the next day; so Salem went to bed early. Their days are currently spent between work and maintaining the house. Living in solitude and trying to be Eco-friendly can be time consuming, but to Salem it was worth it. Their closest neighbor was at least five miles away. It would take at least 20 minutes traveling down a dirt road to reach any "Main Road',' which were long stretches of cracked paved road surrounded by trees and mountain views in the distance. It would be another 40-45 minutes to reach the town of Bridgton. It is a small town with a general store and dinner. However a trip into town was not on Salem's mind today, it was making sure the house had clean water. They needed to go for a trip down to the huge lake in the woods. But it was an hour long trip by electric buggy down a dirt path, and even another hour at most to fill the canisters and load them on the buggy. So they wanted to get the day started. They shot up out of bed and went into their closet to grab clothes for the house work this morning. It was fall and the woods surrounding Salem's home can get a bit chilly in the morning, and they would be outside for a decent amount of time. They threw on a red flannel with black buttons and some tight fitting overalls with tight leggings underneath for some extra warmth. As their tail poked out the hole in the overalls, Salem glanced in the mirror. They felt that the overalls looked great on them. The outfit was perfect and practical. It would keep them warm while doing chores. Plus it was snug and showed off their feminine physic quite nicely, while still being a bit rugged to boot. So they smiled and rushed out into the living area to make some quick coffee and have a bagel. They buttered up a bagel and ate it while brewing some coffee to go, a must have every morning for Salem. After this was accomplished they cleaned up and grabbed their coffee and walked to the front door. Before walking out the door though, they put on their beanie and gloves. The beanie was designed to keep their head warm, while also being able to keep their ears up and out so as to not dampen their hearing. They walked out towards the buggy, set their coffee in the cup holder, put the canisters on, and drove off down the trail labeled “water”. As Salem started their journey their stomach started to feel slightly uneasy. The Journey took a little longer than expected but it was nice. The cool fall breeze and the smell of nature was relaxing to Salem. The trees topped with warm colored leaves flew by and the chilly air of fall caressed Salem’s cheeks as the buggy wizzed along. The lake was starting to become visible and they had just finished their coffee. As they pulled up to the lake the feeling of needing a bathroom came on. I can wait until I get back, Salem thought. Even though the chances of someone being around were low, it was never a 100% guarantee. Salem would rather wait until they got home just to be safe. Besides, they have always talked about having a bladder of steel. So they brushed it off and began the annoying process of loading the buggy with water. It would take some time and effort. As they began to load the canisters with water their stomach began to cramp a bit and hurt. They thought it might be the midnight snack from last night. Plus the coffee they had started to not sit right in their stomach. They worried now about having a bathroom nearby. If they wind up having to go on that end, they’d need one. Having to squat down in a bush with no wipes sounded horrifying. So they hurried along. But as Salem worked their stomach was telling them they needed to go. The full bladder was not helping either. They finished loading the canisters, sat in the buggy, and ripped it out of there. They had an hour ride to get home at least, and the bumps along the dirt trail did not help the situation Salem was now in. All they could think about was their bladder and stomach. They began to alternate between holding their crotch and butt. They were trying to think of a strategy. If they moved now they would lose control and lose the battle in their stomach. They thought to maybe alleviate some pressure they could let out little drops of pee slowly over the span of the trip. It would dry quickly and not leave too big of a spot on their overalls. They could make it home then run to the bathroom. Plus it'll be a little warmer for them on the trip home. The thought made Salem smile with amusement. But the smile began to fade as the desperation worsened. The small leaks on the way were not as helpful as they thought, and a bigger wet patch began to develop on the crotch on the overalls. It was becoming quite noticeable. So they had to stop. They began to worry about not making it home in time. Possibly even having an accident if they didn’t sit on a toilet soon. But something about that thought interested Salem deep down. Their tail swayed a bit as they thought about it. But the thoughts were quickly interrupted. The time for a bathroom was fast approaching. As Salem rounded a bend on the dirt trail the urge to go intensified. Finally the pain in Salem’s stomach was too much, and they had to pull over. They quickly stopped the buggy. Being outside did not matter anymore. They did not care if anyone would see them. They were deep in the woods and they had to go. They ran for the nearest spot of cover on one side of the trail as quickly as they could. Unfortunately as Salem struggled with the buttons on their overalls, they began to release. They could feel their underwear begin to fill up as they were squatting involuntarily where they stood. They almost weren't even thinking anymore. It just felt so good to empty their body. They squatted down with their plump butt out and just let go, filling their underwear and leggings. With crackling and a bulge slowly developing around their plumb butt they let out an soft “Of fuck” under their breathe. As they began to bite their lips, a sense of pleasure and confusion washed over them. Salem could not believe this, but they were turned on. Their tail began to wag while filling the seat of their overalls. They began to let their bladder empty too. The patch on the overalls spread more and more, soaking their thighs, calves, socks, and shoes. A puddle began to form underneath where they were crouched. They moved their hand over the wet overalls, right on their crotch. Their hand began to rub up and down. Each rub more intense in pressure and speed with each passing second. They could not help thinking to themselves about how naughty and bad this was, but it felt so good. As that thought passed through their head they reached climax. They let out a moan as their eyes rolled in into the back of their head. With their mouth agape they said “I’m a bad fox”. Salem plopped down in their mess. Their clean hand shot quickly up to their mouth with a gasp. They immediately realized the situation, shot up, and began to take a quick look around. No one was there. Salem let out a sigh of relief. It would only last for but a moment, for now they were in a mess and had to get home to get cleaned up. As Salem waddled in their soaked and full overalls their tail was wagging. It hadn’t stopped since this all started. Salem just discovered something fun to explore. But for now, they needed to get home, get showered, and out of these clothes. Other things needed to be done today. They climbed in the buggy and began the uncomfortable ride home. Thank you and hope you enjoyed my first story.
  8. Geist

    helltaker cerberus

    Being a singular soul with three bodies can have its downsides, especially when the house only has one litter box; the third body never makes it......
  9. You guys wanted more, so here's my second story! It's more than twice as long as the first one, more explicit, and more extreme >:3 This one has a lot of content, some of which might not appeal to certain people, which is totally fine! Just know that this story contains heavy themes of pee drinking, golden showers, and hyper wetting. As always, the story is written in second-person perspective, which allows for gender ambiguity. However, depending on the reader's gender in this story, they either get a brief fingering or blowjob. Just some touching, 's all. Here is a reference of Cathy, the skunk girl in this story, drawn, designed, and created by me! CONTAINS: Skunk girl (No spraying or farting for those who dislike that stuff), hyper wetting, pee drinking, golden showers, nudity, pee baths, watersports play (playing with pee), and... pee smelling? --------------------------------------------- You look up from your watch as it reads 7:57 PM. In front of you, on a secluded village road surrounded by wooden homes and cabins, is her shop. You take a quick look at the sign: Candles and Clovers Aromatherapy and Fragrance Store. It’s handmade, drawn onto a ridged wooden surface, yet it is brand new, swaying in the gentle breeze. Absentmindedly, you wait for the minute hand on your watch to tick forwards, tapping your foot idly. You wonder just how long it took her to make that sign herself. For someone who never had any real artistic talent, it was certainly better than anything you could do. Had she picked up another trade after you saw her last? You take the time to look at the perfectly organized rows of small candles and potted plants in miniature jars the size of your hand on the windowsill in front of you. To any other passerby, this store would be just another small shop run by any old villager, but you and you alone recognized the little hints of the owner’s style permeating through everything, from the way the front was decorated with little bushes in a miniature garden, to the way she had strung lilies on artificial vines snaking down the corners of the building. There was no doubt that you had come to the right place. You enter the moment the watch reads 8:00. You don’t waste a single second. “Hello, welcome to Candles and Clovers!” the girl behind the counter says as you enter. As you turn around, she gets a full view of your face, and realization dawns on her. Her polite and cordial smile slowly turns into a teasing, sensual one. “Oh, it’s you. Coming in exactly at 8:00 pm, not even wasting a single minute. I told you that I closed at 8:00, not to come at 8:00,” she says, every word coming out from smirking lips. “Are you really that excited to see me? You just couldn’t contain yourself? Classic.” “Don’t act like it’s not the same for you, Cathy,” you retort as she comes out from behind the counter. Cathy is a skunk girl. Her hair is long, wavy, and black, with white stripes running down the middle and the sides. A pair of cute black skunk ears poke out from the top of her head. Her pale, almost pallid skin shines in the light of the rows of candles lining each window. You notice that her eyelashes and substantially longer, and her complexion is much clearer than when you saw her last. Her clothing style is completely black and white, almost reminiscent of a French maid’s uniform, but not quite. She wears a smooth black crop top with long sleeves, and underneath is a thin white semi-translucent undershirt that hugs her belly so tightly to the point where you can see the outline of her belly button. She wears a short black miniskirt with a frilly white hem. Out from underneath it comes a thick and fluffy skunk tail with a pure white stripe down the center. Usually, she would hold it down, tucking it neatly between her legs, but as she approaches, you notice that it’s sticking straight up, lifting her short skirt along with it and revealing everything underneath. “I know that you’re busy setting up your own shop, but come on. A whole week? I can’t keep waiting that long,” Cathy says, coming up to you and pressing her hands gently into your chest, leaning forwards. “A week isn’t that long,” you protest, but before you can utter another word, she grabs your hands and brings you back behind the counter, past the door that reads “staff only”, and into the back of the store. “I’m really proud of how I organized everything, you know,” Cathy says as she guides you past rows and rows of small jars and vials stocked neatly on shelves. It’s almost like a mini library. “I’m so glad I finally got to become an aromatherapist. And you’ve been here for all of that. Remember when I used to experiment with scents on you? Back in high school?” she laughs. “Or maybe you wouldn’t like to. It was kind of embarrassing how bad some of them smelled sometimes. But since you’ve been such a good guinea pig, you get to see everything now. I spent days setting this all up, and I’ll give you a little tour. Afterwards, you can take any scent you want for free. Least I could do in return for you being such a good friend all these years.” “And? What about what we usually do?” you ask. Cathy turns around and quickly lifts up her skirt, giving you just the shortest glimpse of a bulging bladder. “I’ve been holding for twenty-six hours and counting,” she says with obvious pride. “And I’m not entirely sure I can make it through the tour. Guess we’ll just have to wait and see, huh?” Cathy shows you through the inner labyrinth of her new store, pausing to explain what each room is and does. As the tour drags on, you check your watch. 9:00 PM. You can see sweat forming on Cathy’s forehead, and her voice becomes strained. You notice a barely-perceptible shaking, accompanying with gradually flushing cheeks. Yet you make no comments, simply opting to silently enjoy watching her squirm as she purposefully and methodically explains her favorite scents and their components. She’s just about to move on to the next shelf when she winces suddenly, and then rapidly changes course, walking back briskly in the other direction. Amused, you follow her through a hallway and out the back door. She brings you out into a greenhouse of sorts between the butt ends of houses and alleyways. Outside of the building, there are ten rows of flowers of variegated hues stretching several yards down the lawn. “T-this is where I grow all my herbs and flowers for my e-essential oils,” she stammers. She tries to hide it by turning her back to you, but you can tell that she’s grabbing her crotch. Looking around, you notice something rather odd. Despite there being lots of flowers to water, there isn’t any surrounding fixtures. No wells, not water buckets, no hoses… nothing. But before you can question her, you see her stand over the first row of flowers at the end of the greenhouse and reach underneath her skirt. With one hand, she beckons for you to come closer, and with her other hand, she pulls down her panties, which are black and a little scanter than usual. As you come closer, she hands them to you, which you take hesitantly. The first thing you notice about them is that they’re extremely damp, and the second thing that you notice is that they’re exceedingly warm. “You can keep that; I won’t be needing it for a while,” Cathy says quickly as she positions herself on top of the flower, spreading her legs and straddling the flower bed. She leans forwards slightly and continues to gesticulate, her gestures becoming more and more hasty. “Come stand behind me and hold my tail up! Quickly!” Enjoying the sight of her shaking thighs, you casually stroll behind her, refusing to heed her urgent call. You spy a few droplets leaking down the insides of her thighs, and come to a stop directly behind her. Instead grabbing her tail, you simply fold your arms. “You’re perfectly capable of raising your tail by yourself,” you say with a smirk. Cathy shifts her weight from one leg to the other, barely able to keep her composure. “Just do it! Don’t make me wait any longer,” Cathy protests. “Fine, fine,” you acquiesce. You reach your hands underneath Cathy’s skirt and grab at the very base of her tail, pulling it up, and her skirt along with it. You raise it so that the end is pressed against your chest. “Higher! That’s not high enough!” You obediently raise Cathy’s tail higher… but only a little bit. She balls her fist and stamps her foot, which causes her to wince and almost lose control for a second. “Raise it all the way up! All the way!” “I don’t see why you want me to do this,” you say, trying to drag it on as long as you possibly can. “Just do it!” Cathy yells, then adds quietly, “I want you to see…” Satisfied with her answer, you push her tail up against her back, bringing her skirt up as well. By now, her skirt is entirely lifted, giving you clear view of everything underneath. Cathy spreads her legs further bending forwards and pointing her rump at you. Once she knows you’re staring, she finally gives her bladder the sweet relief it so craves. 27 hours of holding end in a spectacular spurt as Cathy gives in. She shudders instantly and lets out the loudest, longest moan you’ve ever heard from her. Her stream shoots forcefully down onto the poor flower bush below, absolutely drenching it in a single second and plowing into the flower bed below. You almost take a step back, as the splash from the initial impact is enough to spray your ankles, but on second thought, you don’t actually mind. “Mmmn, that’s what I’ve been waiting for,” Cathy sighs. Her stream is bright yellow and incredibly thick. It pours out endlessly, pounding the poor flower below and causing it to bend and sway under the pressure. It stays together for the most part, but several mini-streams crawl down the sides of her legs and off towards the side. Cathy leans even further forwards to let you get an even better view, and you find yourself having to yank her tail back ever so slightly to keep the pure force of her release from pushing her off balance. You decide to quickly stick you hand underneath Cathy’s giant waterfall to feel its warmth on your fingertips, but quickly pull away once you make contact. It’s gushing so fast out of her that sticking your hand underneath it for even a second is actually painful. You almost find yourself losing your balance as well due to the immense pressure pulling your hand downwards to the ground immediately. The pee ricochets off of your hand with such intensity that it sprays you in the chest, and sends several droplets flying outwards towards the walls of the greenhouse. “Mhmmm~” Cathy moans. “Don’t try and feel it juuust yet. Aaah~” she says in between heavy breaths. “I’ve still got tons more to let out. I’ll drench you later. Right now… I have to water all these flowers!” “Water the flowers?” you say, looking at the sorry state of the absolutely drenched flowers in between Cathy’s legs. You’re definitely jealous of them, but of course, you’ll have to wait your turn. “At the rate you’re going, you’re going to kill them!” “Oh, oops!” Cathy realizes, looking down. “I got too excited.” Cathy, without closing her legs, walks forwards to the next lavender bush in line. By now, the liquid that has since dripped down her legs are forming puddles in the walkways between the flower beds. You adopt your own bow-legged stance as your straddle the flower bed behind her. You feel the bottoms of your feet squish and splash into the wet puddles surrounding the first flower. Suddenly, your socks begin to dampen and grow incredibly warm, as if they were filled with foot warmers. The entirety of your feet become submerged in the expansive steaming puddle that Cathy is now leaving behind. Heat radiates from Cathy’s stream, and the greenhouse already is starting to become steamy. You can smell the acute scent of ammonia through the mist that meets your nose. The air around Cathy’s stream is even starting to shimmer like a sunbaked desert road. Droplets of fluid drip endlessly down the insides of Cathy’s thighs like wandering raindrops on a car window. Whether it’s sweat, cum, pee, or a mix of all three, you can’t tell, but there’s an insane amount of it. After about two minutes of peeing, the second flower bed looks like it has reached its saturation point. You gently nudge Cathy forwards, and the waddles to the next flower bed, her stream not diminishing in the slightest. “It feels so much better and relieving knowing you’re watching,” Cathy says in between pants and moans. “It’s just not the same without you! It always feels like something’s missing, but now it’s finally complete~” A large shudder ripples down from her shoulders to her legs, as she clenches and unclenches her fists and thighs uncontrollably. A loud and whining hissing sound drones on from under her, filling the room with the echoes of her endless torrent pulverizing the ground below. She spends a third minute on the third flower bed, and then moves onto the next without hesitation. “So is this how you water the plants every day?” “Yes! Yes! I do this every single day. But! Not as heavily as this. Usually I just give each one a quirk squirt! I don’t drown them all!” Cathy moans again, but even louder. Her voice is rising, and her breaths are getting quicker. In fact, she’s almost hyperventilating out of pleasure and excitement. Her longue lolls out of her mouth, adding a little bit of drool to the mix of liquids that soak her body. Since it’s been three minutes and she’s only soaked three plants, you take a look at all the remaining flowers. Ten rows of five plants each… at the pace she’s going at, Cathy’s going to take another 47 minutes to do them all! “You do know that it’s going to take forever for you to water all these flowers, right?” you say, a little bit of jealously and worry in your voice. “Are you sure you’re not going to run out before you’re done? I mean, we both know you have an enormous bladder, but you’ve never been able to piss that much. You told me you’d save some for me!” “You have no idea how much I’ve been looking forward to this,” Cathy replies in a husky, sultry voice. “I’ve been practicing so much, holding so much, peeing so much… I’ve been breaking records over and over again, just for you. My bladder still feels like I haven’t released a drop! I’m going to drown every single flower in this goddamn greenhouse for an entire minute, and then I’m going to flood the greenhouse, and then I’m going to drown you!” “Cathy, you’re getting way too excited again,” you warn her. It’s been a while since she’s been this ecstatic, and there are many instances you can remember in which she got a little carried away… “Then I’m going to fill up and overflow the toilet, AND the bathtub. Then I’m going to run outside and piss in the streets, and I’m going to flood the town! I’m going to keep peeing and peeing and peeing and peeing and I’m never going to run out! I never want to stop, never ever! I’m going to… ah.” Finally, Cathy seems to come back to reality. She moves forwards to the fourth flower bush and takes a deep breath, calming herself down. Though her stream only continues to ramp up in intensity and width. “Sorry, sorry. I got a little carried away. But it just feels so satisfying! Next time you have to come over earlier.” “You really got sexually frustrated after only a week?” you tease her. By now, your socks would have started to dry a little bit and grow cold, but there’s so much new urine splashing everywhere that they always are getting re-wet. As you eventually make your way around the greenhouse, minute by minute, you end up pulling closer and closer to Cathy’s body, until you are completely pressed up against your backside. This means that now, your entire lower half is within the splash zone, and Cathy’s pee is so intense that some droplets even reach all the way up to your chest. Eventually your entire body waist-down becomes soaked in the rebound. All the while Cathy is moaning and panting, whispering things like “hold me” or “this feels incredible” while shaking uncontrollably. Several minutes after first starting, she almost falls down from her legs giving way because of the immense pleasure that racks her body nonstop. She shoves her hand in front of her mouth to stop her tongue from hanging out and her drool from sliding out from under it. Her eyes roll back up towards the ceiling as tears of relief begin to form and slowly drop down her beet-red cheeks. “Lower, lower!” she calls out to your through her hand, which muffles her words to the point of being unintelligible. “What?” you say. She takes her hand out of her mouth, which causes her jaw to drop habitually. She fights to keep it closed as another spurt of pleasure shocks through her body. “Bend down lower! Don’t stand up straight, crouch down so you can see better!” “Okay?” you say, obliging. The closer you get to her stream, the louder it becomes, until it almost is ringing in your ears. It’s like standing next to a waterfall, or putting your ear next to a bath faucet on full blast. The stream shifts left and right, unpredictable and fast like the raging rapids of a river. You can smell it strongly from right between Cathy’s thighs, alongside her personal musky scent. “Yes, that’s it. Stare at it and be hypnotized,” Cathy says in a raunchy tone. “It feels so warm and powerful bursting out like that, mmm… It’s making my entire body vibrate! It’s endless too, it just keeps coming, and it feels so hot and sticky dripping down my thighs… look at how I’m just absolutely soaking all these plants… I bet you’re jealous! You want to be soaked too, don’t you? You want to be marked with my scent – no, you want to be absolutely flooded with my scent until you can’t smell anything else! You want to be drenched to the bone! Mmmm, isn’t it just so tantalizing? The stream is right there, and my bladder is still full! There’s an endless amount of piss, don’t you want just a teensy, tiny little taste? You can’t possibly be satisfied with just watching me pee like this! You’ve never been satisfied with that. I know you better than that. You want to just take me in your mouth and guzzle down all of it, don’t you~?” “I think someone’s projecting a little bit,” you say, trying to banter back. In reality, her offer is almost impossible to resist. You’ve been watching her have all the fun for two entire hours, you realize as you check the time. It’s almost 10 at night. “We both know that’s what you want me to do. But I won’t be tempted!” “Oh… two more hours of this and you’ll be begging for a sip,” Cathy says, moving onto the next flower. By the time ten o’ clock arrives, Cathy finishes up “gardening” for the night. At the last flower, she struggles a bit, stuffing her hands and tail into her crotch to stop her massive bladder for leaking any more pee for now. After getting it under control, she heaves a long, immensely aroused sigh and turns to you. “Time to admire my work,” she says proudly, gesturing to the rest of the greenhouse. If one couldn’t see the roof over the entirety of the greenhouse, one would have assumed that a monsoon had just happened the day before. No part of the greenhouse is left completely dry, with every since nook and cranny of it varying from completely submerged to somewhat soaked. It’s clear that all the flower beds have exceeded their saturation points, and many of the flowers are completely surrounded by still-steaming pee. Puddles are everywhere, making it impossible to walk through the greenhouse without stepping in at least one. Even the walls of the greenhouse are somewhat damp. You gape in awe at Cathy’s accomplishment. This is the work of a cumulonimbus cloud, not one tiny little skunk girl. “You’ve improved since last week,” you comment, trying not to show your awe. “And it feels like I’ve barely let out a drop!” Cathy exclaims proudly, before turning to you and suddenly embracing you with a kiss on the lips. She closes her eyes and leans into you, thrusting her entire body weight on your chest. You have to take a few steps back to steady yourself, but manage to stay upright. Cathy presses further into you, moaning during the sloppy exchange. She pushes her soaking crotch up against your legs, letting you feel just how hot it is. Despite taking a break from peeing, Cathy’s heart is beating faster than ever. Her breaths are labored, almost gasps. She clutches wildly at your back with her fingers, rubbing you with all four limbs and her tail, almost as if she’s trying to mold herself to you. She’s still shaking rapidly, and there’s an almost crazed, feral look in her eyes. After a minute of making out, Cathy pulls away, licking her lips. “I missed you sooo much,” she says through gasps. “Okay! Break over! Time for round two!” Cathy then takes you over to the front desk, where she tells you to stay put. She goes back inside the store and brings out a large wooden bucket, wide enough to stand in. “I did say that I would prepare a scent for you, didn’t I?” she says with a smirk. She discreetly moves all the objects on the counter to the side, storing a few. After that, she places the bucket in the middle of the countertop and then climbs on top of the counter. “How many bottles do you want?” “Well, I can always get more, right? How about just one for now?” “Coming right up!” Cathy says with glee, before lifting her skirt, straddling the bucket, and grunting softly. Her bladder unclenches, and after a second’s delay, Cathy’s second stream shoot down into the bucket, colliding against the bottom with extreme force. “Be careful not to get splashed! If you get too wet, I won’t consider giving you a shower afterwards~” Cathy teases, keeping you eyeing her golden stream thirstily, unable to quench your desires. You try to edge forward, but the droplets bouncing out of the bucket keep you from approaching. As the minutes tick onwards, you watch as the bucket slowly begins to fill up with rippling liquid. Bubbles full of air and foamy froth swirl around the ever-rising surface. One minute turns into two, two minutes turn two five, five minutes turn to ten, ten minutes turn to fifteen, and fifteen minutes turn to thirty. At long last, Cathy finishes filling up the bucket, but not without letting copious amounts of fluid splash onto the counter. Satisfied with her work, Cathy lets her skirt drop and climbs down from the counter. Then, she takes a bottle of eucalyptus oil, and another small, empty bottle that easily fits in her palm. Unscrewing the cap of the empty bottle, she dips it into the steaming bucket of urine, filling it halfway. Several drops drip down from her hands and from the glass of the bottle back into the container. Then, she takes the bottle of eucalyptus oil and pours a little bit of it in, filling the bottle completely. The smallest wisps of steam escape from it. Cathy dips a delicate finger into the bottle, mixing the two ingredients together. Then, she takes her finger out, still slick and dripping with the solution, and walks over to you. “Hold still,” she says, before taking her finger and sliding it across the skin underneath your nose. A pungent scent hits your nostrils immediately. It’s an herbal scent at first, but there are definite undertones of musk and ammonia. Not enough to make it rancid, but enough to be able to smell distinctly. It’s an earthy scent, and it reminds you of the space between Cathy’s thighs. “There. That should be a little bit of an appetizer before we get to the main course,” Cathy taunts, screwing the cap on the bottle of her special scent and passing it to you. “You get to keep this for as long as you’d like. But absolutely NO drinking. Got it?” You nod in understanding. Drinking eucalyptus oil is probably a bad idea. “Now that we’ve got that out of the way, I still need to use the little skunk’s room,” Cathy admits. By now, the sun has set completely and the stars are out. Complete darkness shrouds the windows looking outside. Leaving the bucket on the counter, Cathy gestures for you to follow. She leads you back into the back rooms of the store until you reach a closed wooden door. She opens it and invites you in. “The cool thing about having a store is that you get your own indoor privy,” Cathy says as you enter. You close the door behind you, taking in the space. It’s just big enough for the two of you to stand in, but that’s all the space it has. “It was so annoying having to wake up in the middle of the night all the time with a bursting bladder just to run down the stairs, out the door, and all the way to the outhouse outside. Now I don’t have to deal with the cold outside air. Though, it still doesn’t prevent me from wetting myself sometimes,” she says with a wink. The skunk girl lifts up her skirt and plops down onto the toilet seat, spreading her legs as wide as you can and offering you a pristine view into the empty pit below and her thoroughly soaked nether regions. You kneel down on the floor for a closer view. You’re in luck, because the seat is raised high enough so that your chin rests at the perfect height to clear the seat edge. “If you put your head between my legs, I might let you get a lick or two in~” Cathy offers seductively. She knows what she wants. You wedge your face in, already getting your head wet from the pure dampness of Cathy’s thighs. You can see into the privy more clearly now. The pit it itself is a rectangular one, dug deep into the ground. Besides the entirety of the raised area, which is a few feet from the ground, the pit extends a couple feet downwards as well. You surmise that if you stood in the pit, the top of your head would be just under Cathy’s rear. Cathy was obviously planning for this part of your night together, because there is not a single drop of pee or any excrement whatsoever in the toilet. It has all been cleaned out meticulously, almost obsessively. There are several stains in the wooden upper walls of the pit, marking the urine line of several massive trips to the loo. However, while many lines got close, none really approach the top of the privy. It seems like in the week that Cathy moved in and started setting up shop in this building, she had failed to completely fill the toilet while practicing for the big night. Before you can take it all in, though, you feel Cathy’s stomach rumble as she jerks her legs apart and twitches suddenly. A third stream of urine shoots out of her, instantly spraying your face with mist and stray droplets. You being to pull your face back out of instinct, but Cathy closes her thighs quickly. You feel the pressure of her thighs squeezing against the sides of your head, and are unable to escape. “Oh, no. You are watching me this whole time. I don’t want you taking eyes off my pee for a second!” As time goes on, you notice Cathy’s movements becoming more aggressive, erratic, and impatient. It seeps into her voice, too, as she takes a more petulant, demanding tone. You feel her hands press gently against the back of your head as you stare downwards, watching her waterfall cascade and pirouette through the air before landing with a splash down below. She begins to almost knead your hair like a cat kneading a soft blanket. Her breathing becomes ragged and you feel her lean back and sigh. You hear the impact of the back of her head against the wall of the privy as she rolls her eyes up towards the ceiling in pure erotic ecstasy. Her smell is driving you crazy, penetrating your nostrils and filling your mind. She’s held you from being drenched for so long now, and you’re yearning to do more than just watch. But you know her. While she may deny it for a while, in the end, Cathy always let you have your fill. It’s just so hard to resist… But both Cathy and you know that for a container this big, even if Cathy has more than enough in the tank to overflow it, it would take a very, very long time. You’re almost about to spark a conversation to pass the time, but Cathy does it for you. “Can you believe it? I still need to go, even after all that,” Cathy remarks. “It’s been at least an hour, right? It has to have been. Back in high school, I was aiming to last ten minutes! It’s crazy how much I’ve improved since then. It’s crazy how much more I’ve been able to hold since last week, even!” “How long have we been doing this again?” “Years, at least! That’s all I know. And we’ve had so many good memories. So many… hot memories…” Cathy trails off, lost in remembrance. “Remember the time we ate out at that tavern to celebrate our graduation, and I drank too much and didn’t realize until it was too late? How the privy was all occupied and there was this huge line? You had to take me out back so that I could pee in the bushes in the alleyway… I remember how you stood in front of me so that the people passing by on the road wouldn’t look into the alley and see me while I went! That was exhilarating, wasn’t it?” “Oh, and remember that time where you dared me to drink that entire pitcher and then ride out into the country on a bump carriage to see how far I’d get? I don’t remember how far we actually got… but I do remember that I was squirming and fidgeting for hours until the wagon hit a huge stone and made me lose control,” she says, her words getting faster and more breathless. She’s squirming now, too, rubbing her thighs against the sides of your head and squeezing them intermittently. By now the entire floor of the toilet is covered, and the water is steadily rising. As she recalls those events, you remember too. “So I had to run to the back of the carriage and pee off the end and onto the road as we moved forwards! You held me to make sure I didn’t fall off, and we just kept going and going and going! I must have left a trail at least a mile long by the time I was done. Well, that’s hyperbole, but I went for a really, really long time. It still turns me on when I think about it.” “Oh! And do you remember that time where we went to the beach and you wanted to dig a pit so that you could sit it in and cover yourself up until only your head was above the ground? But I had too many drinks the night before and being near the ocean made me so desperate that I couldn’t even make it all the way down to the ocean in time before I burst? I ended up sitting in the pit instead! I filled it up and we had to cover it with sand to make sure that nobody got suspicious why there was this pit full of pee sitting there in the middle of the beach! You remember that, right? Of course you do! It was so sexy feeling myself squirt all over the place and flood my bikini… and it was even hotter when you had to dry me off afterwards! I was so soaked, and you had to rub every part of my body to get it off… I wish we could do that again sometime…” Cathy’s words flow out of her mouth like the torrent that spills out from under her. So aroused that even conscious thought and coherent sentences are hard to put together for her, Cathy continues to rant and recollect every fun little “accident” you and her had together over the years. It goes on and on, with Cathy’s legs shaking, twitching, shuddering, vibrating, and kicking every time she gets another rush of pure lust and relief. The sound of her pee splashing down into the privy gets deeper and deeper the fuller it gets. The water rises gradually, but even after over an hour of peeing, Cathy shows absolutely no signs of slowing down anytime soon. Eventually, when Cathy runs out of stories to tell, she simply slumps back against the wall and pants like a dog, letting her tongue roll out and her mouth open wide. A couple more minutes pass and finally the privy is filled to the brim with Cathy’s unbridled pee. She finally opens her legs wide enough for you to pull your head back and take a huge gulp of fresh air. You fall back onto the floor, gasping as her intense smell fades away. She does the same, letting out a huge sigh of relief and staring down at her handiwork. There’s so much that it’s enough to bathe in, or even swim in. She rubs her bladder contentedly. It’s almost too much pleasure. The endless ecstasy that comes with Cathy’s endless pee is driving her feral. She has to remind herself to pace herself, and to not get too carried away again. She slowly gets up from her seat, rubbing her read end. After an hour of sitting, it’s gotten a little sore. You brush yourself off as well and check the time. 11:30 pm, which means that you two have spent another hour in the bathroom together. “Ready for round four?” Cathy says, helping you up. “Four? You’re not done?” “I wouldn’t have used the bathroom if I didn’t know that I’d still have lots more to spare after I was done!” the skunk girl says, lifting her tail and wagging it like a dog. “I know you want to get peed on. And I’ve been keeping you waiting for hours. You’ve been so good, holding yourself back like that. I know you just wanted to be under all that pee the whole time. Well, I think it’s time I reward you!” Excited, you follow Cathy up the stairs and into the residential part of the building. The second floor of the store is dedicated to Cathy herself, and includes her bedroom among other things. You enter her room to be greeted by rows and rows of potted flowers, candles, and tiny bottles all arranged in neat arrays on light wooden desks. The entire room carries a cottagecore aesthetic, with bright white curtains and lights adoring the windows. A large fur rug is spread out on the floor in front of a queen-size bed with an incredibly comfy-looking fur blanket. “Lie down on the rug,” Cathy says, pushing you down gently. You acquiesce to her demand, kneeling down and then spreading yourself out on the rug, supine. Cathy kneels down with you, crawling forwards until she’s straddling your chest, facing you. She shifts forwards, until she’s sitting on top of your face. You get a faceful of that wonderful Cathy scent as she softly grinds her pussy into your mouth with quiet moans and shivers. “Oh, I know you’ve been waiting for this,” she murmurs in a low voice. “I am going to soak you. I’m going to drench you. I’m going to cover you in piss into you can swim in the puddle. I’m going to make every inch of your body undeniably soggy. I’m going to piss and piss and piss until you’re hot and sticky and wet all over. This is how skunk girls like us mark our territory. I’m not going to just spray you, I’m going to take my scent and lather you in it until you can’t smell anything else. I’m not just going to squirt a little bit of stinky fluid out of my ass and leave you with a smell that’ll go away in a few days, I’m going to make my scent soak you to the bone so hard that you’ll be smelling like me for weeks! I’m going to make it loud and clear that you are my precious little toilet, and I’m going to fill you up like I do with every other toilet I use.” Cathy takes a deep breath, and continues to pant. She wipes the sweat off her brow, but there’s no getting rid of the rosy color in her cheeks as she blushes furiously. “H-how was that?” she says, suddenly shy. “I-I’ve been practicing my dirty talk, you know. I hope that’s what you wanted to hear. Here it comes!” You brace for your mouth to be filled in a second with a relentless gushing burst of pee, but when Cathy’s muscles relax, all that comes out is a steady and slow trickle. “Don’t worry. I can maintain some… rational thought, even when I get too excited,” Cathy reassures you. “I’m not going to hurt you or drown you. I’m going to… take it slow so that you can drink. Then we’ll turn it back up again when I pee all over you.” As the liquid hits your tongue, you notice a barely-perceptible soft tangy flavor, almost bitter in a sense, salty in another. You lap at it greedily as it flows easily down your throat little bit little. Cathy presses her lips onto you, leaning forwards and planting her hands down on both sides of your head. Your tongue inches forwards until you penetrate her soaking slit, warmth and soft wetness surrounding you completely and coating your entire face with her skunk girl scent. It’s as hot as an oven between her legs, and her endless stream cascades down over the top of your tongue and into your esophagus, like freshwater trickling down a Roman aqueduct. You stick your tongue as far in as you can, causing her to shudder violently and squeeze the sides of your heads with her damp, hot thighs. You can feel her entire body vibrating with pleasure as she takes her hands and rubs the top of your head with them, ruffling your hair. “Y-yes, that’s a good flower,” Cathy soothes, pressing even further deeper into your tongue. “Take it all in. Drink every… last… drop…” She brushes a tuft of hair out of your face, and leans down slightly to look you in the eyes. Her eyes are teary from relief, and her cheeks are soaked from happy tears. She’s still panting, but this time she’s close enough that you can feel her hot breath swirling all around you. “That’s it… gently now, suck it all out… you deserve this reward,” she coos as you shift your tongue inside her, causing her to yelp and squeeze for a second. “Mmmhh~” She suddenly grabs both sides of your head and brings her own face as closer as she can without getting up from her seat on your face. “You’re beautiful. You know that? Thank you so much for sticking with me for all these years, and putting up with my freakiness,” she bites her lip, and it’s hard to tell if the glistening droplets around her eyes are from relief or affection or both. Cathy continues to hold onto your head, staring into your eyes and breathing heavily. She takes one hand and brushes her fingertips across your skin in the gentlest of motions, tracing the outline of your features with a loving caress. She holds your cheeks in her hands and cradles them together. One minute passes before Cathy’s slow and relaxed trickle quiets down and stops. She pulls back, your tongue slipping smoothly out of her with an unimaginably wet squelching sound, and stands up, still straddling you. Her stance is extremely unsteady, and her hands are glued to her crotch as her legs wobble and bend. “I-I can’t,” she squeals. “I can’t!” Cathy’s hands get pushed away from her nether regions as the prodigal amount of self-control she had earlier in weakening her stream enough for you to drink is shattered in an instant. The dam breaks completely, as a fifth, new wave of pee comes gushing out unbridled and uncontainable. Mixed in with the giant hissing stream is another white liquid. As fluid flows out of two places at once, Cathy tilts her head back and almost screams in delight. The energy it takes to push everything out of her body at once overcomes her, and the force of orgasming and peeing at the same time makes her lose her balance and drop down to the floor. She presses herself on top of you, spreading herself out until she’s lying on top of you in a vertical embrace. Her face ends up right next to yours, and without hesitation she pushes her mouth onto yours, filling your mouth with hot, panting breaths. She takes both of your hands in hers and squeezes tightly. Every inch of her body is vibrating rapidly, and you have to clench her palms in yours to keep her hands from shaking around too much. An immense force pushes into your body, like trying to press your hand up against a running garden hose. Cathy wraps her thighs and legs around your leg like a pole, shoving her pussy against your thigh and causing the extreme force of her pee to make her stream split in all directions and fly across the rug. It’s unspeakably loud, too, with an incessant hissing that fills the entire room with the sound of her relief. You can almost swear that it could be heard outside the building, and that it’s almost even shaking the building itself with how hard she’s releasing. In no time, a massive puddle starts to form on the floor, and your back, which is pressed against it, is already sopping wet and fully stained by her urine. You have to fight to hold Cathy steady as she squirms like a worm, simply unable to keep still for even a fraction of a second. “I love you!” she whispers frantically into your ear, pushing her mouth right up against it so that her warm breath flows into it and penetrates your brain. “I love you I love you I love you- Aaah!” Completely surrounded by nothing but Cathy, with thoughts only of her, you let your eyes close as you melt into the sensation of her lips against yours. She pumps your lungs full with her own exhalation, filling your chest and stomach with warmth. Once again, Cathy’s hissing deluge pours out of her bladder as she dumps gallons of pee onto you. The puddle spreads until it completely surrounds you, and due to the massive spray, every single inch of your body quickly becomes saturated with pee. Droplets drip down all parts of your body, and all parts of Cathy’s as well. Her skirt has become entirely soaked and hangs down from her hips like a sopping wet towel. Even her face and her hair eventually become damp. This drags on for minutes and minutes, and you feel the floor under you become oversaturated as well. You imagine that at least some of her urine must be dripping down into the floor and then out the ceiling of the first floor down below. You can imagine how, if you stood on the ground floor and looked up, you could see a giant wet patch in the ceiling dripping down onto your head. Ever so slowly, Cathy’s heart and breathing slowly begin to turn to a more normal pace as she closes her eyes and lets her weight rest on you. Her pee still leaks out at an astronomical rate, but it becomes less of a forceful gushing spray and more akin to pouring a gallon of liquid down a drain. The feeling of her warmth wrapping around yours like a cozy blanket is almost enough to put you to sleep. Cathy begins to slowly stop shaking and become steadier and more stable. Soon enough, she decides to cut off her stream once more so that her bedroom doesn’t become completely flooded. After stopping, she takes a deep breath and slowly peels herself off you. The wet cum that she squirted out and drenched you with makes parts of your clothes stick to hers. She sits up, causing ripples in the giant puddle she’s created. “This is by far the best time we’ve had together,” she sighs contently. “I was so overloaded with pleasure – I didn’t know it was possible to feel this good.” “But I’m calmer now. And look how dirty we are! We’re both completely soaked. I hope that was as satisfying for you as it was for me.” You look at your watch, and it reads 12:30 AM. Past midnight. The intense, abject flood that Cathy unleashed on you makes it clear that you wouldn’t be able to go home so dripping wet. It’s certain that you’re going to have to stay the night. “It’s so late,” Cathy says, echoing your thoughts. “I can’t believe that I lasted so long. You want to sleep together?” Cathy gestures to her bed. Several droplets fly off of her fingertips. You raise your head up and nod. “Well, what do you say to a nice, warm bath to relax and wind down after so much fun?” Cathy suggests. “I have lots of things for baths. It would be perfect to clean ourselves up a bit before we go to bed.” When you get into Cathy’s bathroom, you realize that strangely, there is no barrel or bucket of water to fill up the bathtub. You start to wonder how exactly Cathy is going to fill the bathtub with no water, when she closes the door behind you and locks it. Whatever thoughts you have are interrupted by her pulling you close to her. “Peeing so much and getting so aroused took a lot out of me. It feels like I peed out every ounce of energy I had left. I’m sooooo tired,” she says with a seductive smile. “I’m so tired, I need you to undress me.” You’re tired too, but an offer like that you simply can’t resist. You start with the top first, reaching under the edge of Cathy’s crop top and pulling it upwards. She pulls her arms out of the sleeves for you as you pull it over her head and discard it. Underneath, she’s wearing her thin white undershirt that’s incredibly see-through. It even shows the outline of her bra through the fabric. The undershirt is next to go, leaving her in nothing but a top and a dripping wet skirt. You bend down to waist level and slowly drop the skirt, wriggling it around her legs as it sticks to her thighs. It flops to the ground with an audible thump due to the weight of the liquid saturating it. Then, you reach up and remove her bra, and Cathy stands naked before you. She giggles, turning around and showing off. “My turn,” she whispers in your ear, before slowly and teasingly undressing you as well. She makes sure to drag her fingertips against the surface of your most sensitive parts, delicate enough to make you shiver. After both of you are undressed, Cathy enters the tub, which is built into the end of the bathroom, surrounded on three sides by walls. Sitting against the wall on the side of the tub and stretching her legs forwards and apart, she gestures for you to come and sit between them. You do, it dawning on you just what’s going to come next. As you take your seat between Cathy’s legs, you feel her arms wrap around you and pull you back into her chest in a loving embrace. She rests her head on your shoulder and leans it against the side of yours, nestling it within the space between your chin and your shoulder. “Now I get to pamper you all I want,” she whispers in your ear, her lips brushing against the very tip of your earlobe. “Come on, lean back into me and close your eyes. I’m going to make you feel heavenly for how good you made me feel earlier.” As you do so, Cathy presses her lips against the soft part of you neck, sighing as the smell of ammonia acutely grows stronger. You feel a sudden spurt of warmth against your back, as little streams of liquid crawl around the curves of your bodies, trickling into the tub. “Again?” “Mmmh…” is all Cathy says in reply as she slumps back against the wall and cradles you in her arms, pulling you back and massaging your shoulders with her nimble fingers. You drop them as they relax, and you melt into her embrace as she lets the contents of her bladder empty out once more into the tub. It’s a slow, steady stream, sounding more like the trickle of a water flowing down a bamboo pipe into a miniature pond. There’s none of that ecstatic, manic force gushing out of her anymore, but you can still feel the pleasure she’s experiencing ripple through the inside of her body and her core. While still peeing, Cathy reaches over towards a bottle that lies on the edge of the tub and opens it, pouring a bit of shampoo on her hands. She rubs them together as they make a slick, slippery sound, and then kneads your hair deeply with the suds. The crunchy, soft texture of the bubbles against your scalp are just what you need to cool down after such an intense activity together. It’s hard to keep your eyes open as you lie back and let Cathy take care of you. Tingles run throughout your body as you close your eyes and let your other senses melt your worries away. The crunchy, undulating sound of Cathy shampooing your hair, the soft refuge of Cathy’s arms, the warmth pooling around your waist, the smell of ammonia, salt, and musk, mixed with a sweet scent, a refreshing, cool herbal tang, and a soapy, candy-like aroma… they all swirl around you. After shampooing your hair, Cathy takes another, smaller bottle, and opens the cap. Underneath it is a rotating metal ball attached to the container, wet with the aromatic oil inside. She takes the bottle and presses the ball against your skin, rotating it and sliding it across your body like an artist’s paintbrush. She does so until your limbs, face, and abdomen are coated in a very thin layer of aromatic oil. It’s a heavenly, unique scent. The blissful, natural, delicate smell of Cathy’s oils, and the raw, feral, sensual scent of Cathy herself and her bodily fluids. Eventually, the clear, off-white liquid fills the tub enough for your legs and your own nether regions to become submerged in steaming hot Cathy fluid. You shudder as the pee rises just above your genitals, as Cathy takes her own delicate fingers and pushes them between your legs, feeling around your genitalia and splashing around. It’s a gentle, soothing touch as she rubs up and down the surface of your privates. With her other hand, she flips open a bottle of soap. She takes a moment to pour a heavy amount into her hands, and then gets to work covering your entire body, especially your lower region, in a copious amount of suds and bubbles. Cathy continues to do this for a considerable amount of time, until the bathtub slowly begins to fill to the brim over the course of several minutes. She does this while whispering in your ears the entire time with positive affirmations and loving words. Sometimes, she simply moves her lips, letting her gentle breath melt against your ears. She takes yet another bottle and lathers the substance on her hands before pressing her palms against your temples. She takes her thumbs and her index fingers and presses softly into the pressure points on your face, drawing the oil across your face, coating it in a facial mask. “Keep your eyes closed,” she soothes, turning her head to the side to allow room for you to rest your head on her shoulders. You persist in a state of almost-limbo, completely relaxed by Cathy’s care. Several more minutes pass until Cathy finishes filling up the tub with her golden liquid. As she shuts off her stream, she giggles as the warm bubbly pressure you feel behind you subsides. She wraps her arms around your chest and pulls you close like a little kid hugging their teddy bear. She pulls you far back enough that only your head remains above the surface. The entirety of your body otherwise is completely submerged. It’s almost like a hot tub, the warmth pervading every inch of your skin. The steam constantly rising up from the bath flits through your nostrils and makes you a little fuzzy. Cathy reaches forwards into the tub of urine and weaves her fingers through it, near the surface. She cups both of her hands and lifts them out of the water as you watch her pee drip down noisily, clinging to the back of her hands and cascading down her arms. She repeats this a few times, drawing handfuls of her own pee out of the water and watching it fall back down, causing faint undulating ripples. You reach out and grab her hands, intertwining yours and hers as you play with the clear, faintly-scented liquid. Together you collect handfuls only to hear the sound of it flowing back down into the water, like a chef lifting ladles out of a steaming pot of soup. Now that the two of you are relaxed, you can slow down enough to have a chat. You absentmindedly slosh each other’s arms around the tub while you catch each other up on what happened between when you saw each other last and now. While the pee is still warm, Cathy asks you to clean her up as well. You take the time to use the same bath supplies that she used, filling her hair with suds and bubbles. She blushes intensely as you rub her body delicately with her soap, but makes no resistance. You trace her small shoulders and chest, down to her soft belly and warm hips. As you move your arms around, she grasps onto them, perching her hands on top of your forearms and wrists like clothes draping from a clothesline. After you’re satisfied with your accomplishment, you draw your hands away from Cathy, only to have her pull you back close. She tells to you close your eyes once more and bow your head. You hear a sloshing sound as Cathy takes a large empty cup from the stand beside the bath and dips it into the pee, filling the cup to the brim in one sweeping motion. She takes the cup above your head and slowly tilts it downwards, causing a cascade of pee to rain down on top of your head and carry the suds with it down back into the bath. She pours and pours and pours until the cup runs empty, and then she dips it into the contents of the bath and repeats. A few quiet minutes pass as you feel the sticky, slightly salty substance slide every which way down your head. All the suds are now gone, and it’s your turn to take the cup and drench Cathy in her own warm nectar. She looks up obediently, shutting her eyes. Even though she is pressed against the wall, her tail still continues to wiggle back and forth in pleasure. You fill the cup, marveling at how every single drip that surrounds and submerges you came from deep inside Cathy herself. With the cup of pee, you pour it down directly onto Cathy’s face, watching as it splashes on her pristine features and tickles down, intertwining with her hair and sliding down her soft body. You take you hands and rub her scalp some more, making sure to get all of the suds off of her and into the foamy urine bath below. Once you both are finished, you decide that you should probably get out of the bath before the steam and heat get to you. Cathy agrees, and you both stand up out of the water, causing a massive ripple and sloshing sound to echo throughout the bathroom. It sounds so deep, hearing the incredible amount of urine undulate and collapse in on itself with a booming splash. Both Cathy and you step out of the tub, grabbing the towels hanging on the rack beside the bath and unfolding them. While you stand, countless amounts of urine slithers down your bodies and pools under your feet. Cathy turns over and unplugs the drain. You stare at the still-full bath as it drains noisily down. Even with an opening as wide as Cathy’s drain, it still takes several minutes for the entirety of the bath to empty. And yet, Cathy was able to release all this with an opening that was miniscule compared to the drain. You watch it swirl about, circling the drain before pouring in. While you do, Cathy takes her towel and begins using it to dry you. She repeats the same motions that she did when she was lathering you up with soap. Though the towel is rough in texture, she rubs you down gently. You quickly do the same to here at the same time, not wanting her to stay wet for too long. The two of you dry each other from head to toe. However, after the events of tonight, the both of you have been so thoroughly drenched in Cathy’s never-ending pee that there is nothing that the two of you can do to get rid of the pungent smell that emanates from every inch of both of your bodies. Thankfully, Cathy is still shivering, but not from cold. A warm smile lights her face. “I guess we’ll be sleeping naked tonight,” she says as she picks up you two’s still-drenched clothes and moves to hang them out to dry on her balcony. The outside air is chilly, so she does it quickly. By the time she comes back, you’re already in her bed, pulling the covers over. It’s toasty and comfy underneath. If only your bed was as comfortable as Cathy’s. She comes in from the balcony and quietly slips under the covers next to you. You can feel the warmth of her body pressing into you. It’s a fuzzy feeling, a melting feeling. A feeling like no other. She cuddles you as she pushes herself halfway on top of you and wraps her arms around your back. She presses her face directly up against yours, and looks you lovingly in the eyes. “Should I wet the bed?” she asks. “What?” “I’m joking, I’m joking,” she giggles, before promptly falling asleep in your arms.
  10. Writer's block is a weird thing. On one hand you can't come up with anything meaningful to put down on paper - physical or virtual - but on the other hand it forces your mind to stray and come up with new, sometimes different, ideas. Some of those are really intriguing and end up becoming their own stories. Well, I have an unfinished story on this site and it's been close to a year since I did anything with it. I cannot for the life of me figure out what to do next, and until I do I still want to write. So, in a patch of boredom and inspiration, I've decided to write something else instead! This is intended to be a longer story, so expect parts to come in batches when time permits. It's gonna have lots of diapers and peeing (an outlandish claim for this forum, I know!), and lots of similarly-themed materiel, but the focus is not necessarily on these aspects. Forewarning - if you just want wetting and embarrassment there's a lot to chew through between those parts, but there will be several in every "chapter", guaranteed or your money back. So without further ado, prepare yourself for the sci-fi adventure of a padded lifetime, a look into the mysterious ways of the greatest warriors on Earth (and their obsessive drive that leads to a most curious of unintentional results)! ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ CHAPTER I - The Girls Are Training Naomi's mouth was drier than the deserts beyond the palace, but the same could not be said for her attire. Sweat had been dripping down her sides for what felt like hours as she continued running laps, over and over and over again, and her drenched exercise pants clung to her thighs for dear life. The sun beat down mercilessly, but she still felt a keen kinship with it - it was still kinder to her than Instructor Thembeka. "Naomi!" her teacher snapped angrily from a few hundred yards away. "The King needs his Knights; step it up!" "I serve-" Naomi exhaled. She knew in her heart it wouldn't be heard that far away, and taking as deep a breath as her lungs would allow she forced a shout. "I serve!" She forced her legs to keep running. They felt like they were on fire but she knew they'd be in far more pain if she dared to stop. The Flowering Knights had a godly reputation to uphold and naught but the grandest of efforts would even begin to satisfy its instructors. Until Naomi collapsed she would be in danger. A tingle of anticipation flowed through her veins. She loved that feeling of danger, of pushing her body too far. It was glorious, a struggle! Palesa always sneered at this and called her an endorphin junkie, but Naomi didn't care what the other trainee thought. The Flowering Knights wanted her best? She'd give it to them. At the jumbling of her own footfalls, the girl was reminded of the pressure on her bladder, but immediately shoved this thought aside. As an aspirant Flowering Knight she had one duty: to protect the King and his people, in that order. All else was secondary. That included potty training. Years ago, when a much younger Naomi walked the Earth... Naomi was just a schoolgirl when her first day in the Flowering Knights trainee program began. Her mother was one of the best of these godly individuals, renowned throughout the land as the King's favored Knight - his One-Eyed Bulldog. That made a lot to live up to, even as a young child, but Naomi liked a challenge. There was no one that did not know the name of the Flowering Knights - men feared them, women adored them and the King championed them, but only the greatest of women could join their ranks. For a girl like Naomi there wasn't even a hint of hesitation at being forced by her mother to go for it. Decision or not, she was excited and ready to go. Many people lived their lives searching for meaning, but the Flowering Knights were meaning. Icons, every one! Standing in the gymnasium were the other trainees, girls of similar age but none of whom Naomi was familiar with. None of them looked like much special, just your usual schoolgirls from around the kingdom. She felt the sneering glares from several others, most likely at the fluffy ears atop her head. Naomi had been born with the blessing of Samesmelting, melded with the spirit of a wild creature. Supposedly it would grant her wisdom and strength beyond the limits of her human body, and in exchange the appearance of its features upon her. It wasn't necessarily uncommon, but it still drew the stares of enough people to make anyone feel embarrassed. Naomi was. She felt her fox ears fold back in shame, looking away. She didn't want to make any enemies before her first lesson had even begun, but it was almost unavoidable at this point - the people would do it for her. "Hey fox ears!" one of them sauntered up to her. "Got a name?" "Naomi," came the whispered reply. She was shy, and unfortunately knew where this was going. The loudmouthed girl looked her up and down. "Eww. Can't believe they let you in here without a leash." A pair of students nearby started snickering to themselves, covering their mouths and looking away. Naomi's face flushed crimson. It wasn't the first time she'd heard that kind of taunting but she'd never gotten used to it. A harsh response formed in her mouth but she held it back: confrontation would certainly get her in trouble. Her mother had warned her before the day started: Don't get on the bad side of your teachers, Naomi, the One-Eyed Bulldog had warned. Your peers can hate you all they want, but so long as you stay in the good graces of your instructors you'll be fine. "I'll be fine," Naomi mumbled halfheartedly. It gave her some small semblance of comfort, even in a time such as this. "What was that?!" the bully snapped. She seized Naomi by the shoulders and shook her back and forth. "You? Fine? How about the rest of us? No one said they'd be letting in some animal! You're probably not even house-trained!" A booming voice tore through the room, echoing off the walls. "Trainees, stand!" Every girl immediately froze in place, turning to face the new arrival. It was a rather buff woman, bearing the ornate dress of the Flowering Knights. A lapel pin indicated her as an instructor, and once this was realized the students formed a single-file line. The instructor approached, folding her hands behind her back and pacing up and down the line. "Hmm...I want to say you're a sorry-looking bunch and you'll never make it. That's what my teacher told me when I wore your shoes, but here I am. That alone should be proof that your road can be tread, be it paved with broken glass!" There was a slight pause while this sunk in. "This will hurt, a lot, but you can succeed. I will make sure of it! Every single one of you can become a Flowering Knight." The woman spun suddenly and barked out, "My name is Thombeka! I am your instructor and you will refer to me as such! Now then, who among you knows the creed of the FW?" No one rose their hand and an uncomfortable silence formed. Thombeka's eyes narrowed and looked back and forth for someone to call out, and all at once she pointed. "You! Name!" A girl nearby squeaked in surprise. "Imka!" Thombeka huffed. "Alright Imka, good on you for volunteering. Now then, what is your new creed?" Imka stuttered, starting to say something unintelligible. In that moment, Naomi felt an overwhelming need to act, and she felt herself speaking with newfound confidence: "We serve the King, and the people of his country!" There was an audible swish as Thombeka's head swiveled over. The woman peered and approached with outlandish footsteps until she stood directly over Naomi. "Hmm...name." "Naomi," her confidence vanished. She felt a very small trickle of warmth in her underwear as she leaked, barely catching herself. Her entire body shivered in anticipation, realizing that she had potentially interrupted one of the most important women in all the land. "Ahhhhh," the instructor exhaled, slowly transforming into a chuckle of her own. "The daughter of OEB. I should have figured that the One-Eyed Bulldog would bring up a girl with audacity. Runs in her blood!" Thombeka's grizzled face relaxed as she looked over the rest of the students. "All of you, say it!" "We serve the King, and the people of his country!" The chorus was chaotic and pathetic, and Naomi's ears winced at hearing it. "Together!" Thombeka barked. It took a few more tries, but finally all the girls said it together. "We serve the King, and the people of his country!" Thombeka clapped her hands once. "Better. Make no mistake - you are now a team, part of the sisterhood second in all the land only to the King himself. If you want to uphold that creed then you will work together. You do not have to like one another to do it." The instructor started chuckling sardonically at this. "And until your actions and words endanger your creed, none of your instructors will stop you." Someone raised their hand. Thombeka pointed her out. "Name." "Palesa, Ma'am," came the reply. Naomi didn't need to look to know that voice - the bully that had called her out earlier. She felt her lips purse in frustration. If this was about her Samesmelting... Thombeka folded her arms. "Okay, Palesa - what is your question?" "I need to use the toilet. May I go?" The girl's voice had grown significantly sweeter compared to the exchange with Naomi earlier. "No," Thombeka replied without missing a beat. "You're in training right now." When the student looked confused and horrified, Thombeka sighed in irritation. "Your creed is to protect the King and then his people, in that order. Everything else is of secondary consideration." Palesa stammered. "What does-" "That means," the instructor cut her off. "That your training as an aspirant Flowering Knight is the most important part of your life for the foreseeable future. Training, training! You must become strong like a lion, faster than the wind and sweet as honey! These things will make you an FW and ensure you can uphold your promise to your king!" The woman leaned in closer, a hardened look on her face. "I will make sure you are able to do so. It's my duty now to train the next Flowering Knights and ensure our creed will continue!" She pointed accusingly at Palesa. "Your King is in danger right this moment! Will the enemy wait for you to take a tinkle and calm your embarrassment?" Palesa didn't answer at first, but a glower from Thombeka fixed that. "My duty is to protect the King!" "Correct! So you will ignore the protestations of your body - if you are sore, you will persevere. If you are tired, you will force yourself to continue. If you have to pee, you will hold it or you will go - I do not care, and neither does anyone in the Flowering Knights. But, you will never stop in your promise. Is that clear?" There was dead silence in the room. Naomi heard her heart beating in her eardrums. The truth was, she'd already been exposed to this type of lifestyle, at least partially, by her mother. She'd never fully been potty trained herself, much to her embarrassment. She was usually fine with the flaw but she was certain the other girls would make her life hell for it. Her mother had insisted it was a problem that would solve itself. Naomi didn't believe that in the moment - it sounded more like everyone else would be forced to share her problem instead. Palesa's voice sounded pale, almost sick to her stomach. "I...yes Ma'am." There was a sharp inhale from Thombeka. "There's no place for humiliation and embarrassment if you want to succeed on the field of battle. The sooner its beaten out of your system, the better. If you're worried about making a mess on the floor, then I commend your sense of cleanliness. Ask any of your instructors for help - you're more than welcome to wear diapers if you so choose." Again, silence. Taking that as no-further-questions, Thombeka continued. "Now then - let's start off simple. Jumping jacks, begin!" The instructor immediately started in with the exercise, and without any further input the girls began to follow suit. Oh, that was a mistake. The PT didn't just start, it never stopped - Thombeka kept going, and going, and going and going and going. Soon the trainees were huffing and puffing, gasping for breath and flapping their arms with exhaustion. After countless minutes, Thombeka stopped. "Alright, sit ups. Find a partner and begin. I'll let you know when you're allowed to stop and switch. We start in sixty seconds." The girls did their best to scatter, too tired to debate and be choosy. Somehow still, most found a way to acquire a sit-ups partner before Naomi could ask. Soon it looked like it was down to just her and Palesa. She was about to consign herself to this defeat when someone gently fluffed her foxy ears from behind. "I need a partner still..." someone said meekly. Not recognizing the voice, Naomi turned her head and met herself eye-to-eye with Imka. Feeling a flood of relief, Naomi bobbed her head up and down in agreement. The two assumed the position. Imka offered to start, which Naomi was only too happy to allow. Her limbs still burned, and any chance to rest was welcome, even if that meant keeping her potential friend stabilized so she could sit up and down repeatedly. Small effort was preferable to exhaustive effort. Imka whispered. "Hey, thanks for speaking up for me back there." It took Naomi a moment to realize what the girl meant. "Yeah, anytime!" She did her best to smile, but felt awkward in so doing. There was a gruff noise from nearby: the instructor. "Speak freely amongst yourselves, girls: your attempts to hide your words irritates my ears. You will know when I demand your silence." The two girls looked at one another before giggling a bit. It wasn't much, but it was the start of a friendship, and that was good enough for Naomi. Finally, she had one person that seemed decent she could rely on. It was just under ten minutes later before they were given the go-ahead to switch. Imka was breathing heavily and delighted to have an opportunity to tag out. Soon Naomi found herself crunching. She tried to focus and steady her breathing, synchronizing with her ups and downs until she settled in on a rhythm. Music was a pattern of life and it would help her here. If the last jaunt was any indication it would be at least five or ten minutes until she could catch a break. Thirteen minutes after, Naomi began to realize the importance of volunteering to go first, even when exhausted. She sucked air through her teeth, noticeably slower than before, as the droning lecture of her instructor continued. "You can go slower if that's all you can do, but you will not stop. Not yet!" As Naomi crashed onto her back once more she heard a trickling sound from her left, and one of her ears twisted on instinct to get a better listen. It sounded like water being poured nearby, but she remembered her predicament and sat back up instead of focusing. Getting singled out by Thombeka would- "Eek!" someone to her left yelped, and there was a scuffling noise. The instructor was on them in a moment as everyone sat up to look. Palesa lay on her back, doing her best to cover her shorts with both hands as a small puddle slowly spread out from under her. The poor girl's exercise partner was on her rear, scooting backwards to outrun the wet danger. Thombeka roared: "Name!" "Palesa!" "Noxolo!" The instructor but her hands to her hips. "Why did you stop?" When no one answered, she continued. "Oh no, your comrade wet herself and your shins might get dampened. The King is in danger and you swore to protect him! What do you do?!" "We serve the King," both girls replied shakily, and Noxolo returned to her partner's side. Soon they were all back to doing situps like nothing had happened, and every girl present began to fully understand that magnitude of what their oath not only meant, but what it meant to take it. Hours later they were finally allowed to cease exercises for the day. Naomi's entire body was cramped and protesting any movement, and all her peers were too tired to argue, poke fun or commit any form of jesting beyond necessary verbal exchange. They were physically removed of all energy over the course of an afternoon, of such intensity there was not a single girl that survived the initiation with dry pants - endless PT combined with the necessity of hydration was a simple equation that led to the same point every time. Naomi had fallen victim during a sprint. She'd won the race, but left a trail of shame behind her, and part of her fluffy tail had gotten damp along with it. Mercifully, everyone was too tired to jeer even by that point, and no one else fared any better. By the time they'd retired to the communal barracks they were all in the same boat - sweaty, panting and stinking of wet pants. No one spoke as they showered off and switched to proper uniforms - knee-high skirts and long blouses - before sauntering off to the dining hall. The meal prepared was bountiful, served by FW's sporting flowing maid's dresses that bowed courteously at every turn. Fried pork, steamed vegetables, ice-cold milk and more! It was a veritable feast that washed away all the pain of the day's efforts, and by the time it was over the girls were seemingly back to normal, and chatted amongst themselves in high spirits, delighted at the turn of events. Even through the friendly surprise, Naomi began to see cliques forming, something her mother had also warned her about. Imka was thus far the only one that had opened up to Naomi, and she considered the softspoken girl to be a true friend. At least so far. Palesa was shaping up to be the most problematic element, and watching the bully girl's charisma at work filled Naomi with uncertainty and concern for the coming days. Unfortunately, being the first to have a potty accident hadn't done as much damage to Palesa's image as Naomi had hoped. It wasn't helping, but all the girls were in the same place - peeing your pants was no longer just an action of shame. It was a promise. The hours went by as the next phase of their day came and went. Book studies on a variety of subjects, including history, tactics, literature of heroes long since passed and a deeper understanding of the country and its people. Some of the girls started to doze off and were rewarded with a stern snap from instructor Nobantu. The older woman was of much more agreeable manner than Thombeka, but the slightest hint of disinterest in her teaching would set her off like a firecracker. As such, Naomi rapidly learned not to let her mind wander. She only fell asleep once during the whole stint, giving herself a nosebleed when her face smacked into her desk. Cleverly, she passed this off as an effort to keep herself awake, which the teacher seemed to accept. The only further distraction was the fidgeting of a student at her desk here and there, and with blessed hearing Naomi was able to hear the telltale hissing of her colleagues failing to hold on from time to time. Every time it happened her face reddened, knowing that it could just as easily be her. By the time they were done they were uninterested in the allotted one hour of personal time. Unsurprisingly, most simply went to their beds and collapsed. However, for Naomi, there was something important to be done. She perused the halls, walking around the long and grandiose architecture before finding the library. "You're up late," Nobantu's genteel voice spooked her. Naomi's hair stood on end and she felt another small leak. The girl spun about and bowed. "I'm sorry, instructor. I just...had something I needed to ask." "Go on, then," the older woman nodded lightly. Just say it, Naomi. The King is in peril, and you must act, not hesitate. "I was just wondering if I could get something to wear for nighttime." Nobantu didn't respond, watching expectantly. Naomi tried again. "You know, for uhm..." Again, the instructor refused to acknowledge this. She looked on, waiting for a direct and proper response. It took a few more seconds and a hearty breath for Naomi to work up the courage to say it out loud. "I need to wear diapers at night so I do not wet the bed." "Better," Nobantu finally acknowledged the girl's request. "Was that so hard?" Naomi's ears flattened again. It was one thing to be denied access to the bathroom, it would be another to wake up in damp sheets, especially when all her peers would be sleeping in the same room. They were still learning about one another, and that particular situation was something she didn't want to be known for. Nobantu led the girl down the hallway and back the way she came. They entered the medical office, a deceptively spacious room stocked full of various medicines in shelves and lockboxes. In the far corner, beyond the cots and medical machinery the finest minds in the country could develop were a few closets. When Nobantu opened one, Naomi had to stifle a gasp. It was full of diapers, packages upon packages stocked as close to one another as possible. The instructor grabbed one and passed it to her nonchalantly. "There's ten there - not very absorbent, but they're slim and discrete, and fit like underwear - they'll keep you comforted and protected until the morning if you'd like." Naomi didn't wish to be disrespectful, but felt compelled to speak up. "I thank you, but I don't need all of these. Just one should suffi-" "You're not special: lots of trainees need or request them. Your call - none of the instructors care about your continence; only your capabilities." Nobantu turned about and started to leave. "The door's always open - help yourself or not." Naomi only needed a few seconds to mull her options over. Dutifully closing the cabinet, she clutched the package of diapers close to her chest and ran back to her room. The realization that anyone in the facility could walk into her carrying such a thing gave her renewed energy and purpose, if only for long enough to reach the safety of confinement. But safety was a strange word. Sure, Naomi was now removed from the instructors and staff of the Flowering Knights, but now she was in the proverbial lion's den that was her immediate peers. Several sideways glances appeared when she entered, but most looked away. Despite being partially covered by her arms they all knew damn well what the package was, what it was for and the leering potential that it would be them the next night, or the night after. Palesa had no reservations about capitalizing on this. "Of course you'd be the first one to give up," the girl sneered, and a few others joined in on the passive-aggressive taunting. Naomi hugged the package tighter and moved to her own bed, doing her best to ignore it. Lashing out wouldn't solve anything right now and she was too tired to get into it. "Lay off, Palesa," Imka mumbled from nearby. "You were the first to fall." Several girls harumphed in agreement and the bully backed down with a, "whatever", going back to reading her book. Naomi prayed a silent thanks to her friend's insistence. True to the instructor's word these were discrete. Shaped like panties but with extra padding, they were easy to slip into and hide underneath pants or a skirt or anything else. Naomi breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a strange comfort from the soft padding that hugged her like a fluffy cloud. It was embarrassing, but so long as everyone else was embarrassed she decided she could deal with it. Soon the girl had forgotten all about her predicament, her training, the bullying and the friendship she'd begun, settling into the hazy lines of the book in her hands, drifting off to sleep at some time unknown. The present day... "Step it up!" Naomi hissed to herself, forcing her legs to pump harder and faster. She accelerated down the racetrack, feeling the wind whipping across her sweat-soaked body and pants as she now made a full and concerted effort. It was a glorious feeling, and for a few dozen meters more she forgot all about the pain in her body. She was strong and free, and that was what mattered. As Naomi crossed the finish line Thembeka blew a whistle. "That's enough! Naomi leads by two and a half laps. Take fifteen to hydrate and get ready for the next exercise." "We serve!" came the chorus from all over the track. Naomi slowed her breathing and bent down, forcing her heart to slow down as her hands made it atop her knees. Standing was important, and the stretching helped ease her aches, but in trade she felt a familiar warmth start to puddle in her padded underwear. Sighing, she let the feeling wash over her - she had done her best and she had won, and that was all that mattered. Anyone that thought otherwise was wrong and had lost. Having a soggy diaper was a small price to pay for victory.
  11. Hey guys, I was wondering if anyone has links to either audio or text files for like first person story/scenario when wetting/messing. Any links or direction to look in that would be helpful! I hope this is the right place to post this.
  12. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    This was a silly idea I had for a single-page comic a while ago, and I finally got around to finishing it as a warm-up.
  13. My boyfriend stayed over for a few days while my roommate is out of town. We're both kinky and super into piss play, so we utilized the opportunity for lots of wet fun. (He gave me permission to share this story) normally he's the dominant in the relationship, but yesterday he was feeling very submissive. I decided to take the opportunity to try something I've always wanted to. He was wearing a black t-shirt and gray briefs that would show a wet stain very easily. He loves pet play when he's submissive, so I put him in his favorite dog ears, chocolate brown and dark grey, put a matching tail plug up his butt, put his favorite collar on him, and hooked on a chain leash. He's such an adorable puppy boy. I set up a nice big comfy doggy bed under my desk, laid down some puppy pads, and put a soft blanket over them. I got him settled nice and comfy under my desk, and started playing video games on my PC. I was wearing a high slit skirt, because nothing gives me more gender euphoria than agressively man spreading in a high slit skirt. While I was playing, I kept passing him water bottles to drink. Every time he got halfway through one, he got scratches on his head and chin while I called him a good boy, and every time he finished one he got belly rubs. He LOVES belly rubs. I was having a fun time on my favorite Minecraft server, and he was drinking his water like a good boy. The look on his face when I call him a good boy and give him scritches and belly rubs is so adorable. It always makes him so happy. Halfway through his third water bottle, he looked up at me with those adorable subby puppy eyes, and said the words I'd been waiting for all day. "Master... I need to use the bathroom." An evil grin spread across my face as I grabbed his. "Aww, does my little puppy need to pee?" "Y-Yes Master." He always gets so shy when he's submissive, it's so damn cute. "Well you're just gonna have to hold it until I give you permission. You're not allowed to pee until Master says you can. Now finish your water, puppy." He did as he was told, and I was paying a lot more attention to him than I my game. He started fidgeting not long after the third bottle, and I could already see him starting to get hard. I saw him grabbing his dick to try and hold it, but it also looked like he was rubbing his cock through his underwear. "Hands off puppy. You know you're not allowed to touch yourself without permission." "But Master, I really need to go!" "You're still not allowed. No touching your dick." "Yes Master..." He finished the bottle, and I once again made him flip over onto his back for belly rubs. He was squirming and whimpering so sweetly as I rubbed his cute tummy. He was getting really hard, and his bladder was starting to bulge out a bit. I pressed on it to see how he would react, and saw a little wet dot form at the tip of his dick. He grunted and whimpered as I saw him struggle to hold it. It was such a sexy sight, I was already dripping fucking wet. I got back to my game, my boyfriend planting his face between my thighs and finally starting to beg me to let him pee. I kept asking him to beg more to convince me, and goddamn it was hot to see a guy I knew could absolutely wreck my shit begging like that! I finally relented when he said, "Master I'm leaking. I can't hold it any longer, I need to pee right now!" I rolled back my chair to get a better look, seeing the tiny wet dot had grown to about the size of a quarter. I was also getting really fucking horny and was done waiting to see it. "Okay puppy, okay. On your hands and knees, leg raised, like doggies are supposed to pee. Give me a nice view of my boy making a mess." He did just as I told him to, and gave a big sigh as he soaked his briefs. He completely soaked his whole crotch in seconds, and it ran down his legs into the blanket and the puppy pads under it. There was a really loud hiss as he emptied his bladder for a solid minute. He really had to go. When he was done he sat down in his puddle and looked up at me with those adorable puppy eyes. Now I had been keeping hydrated too, and I was also needing to pee, albeit not nearly as bad as he did. And that display was so fucking hot, I needed to get out some of that horny. I praised him for obeying like a good boy, and pulled my skirt aside, showing him that I had 'forgotten' to wear panties. "Fuck that was hot puppy. You got your Master all worked up. Tell you what sweetheart, Master needs some relief too. Come over here and drink it, then lick me clean, and I'll let you cum inside me for being such a good boy." He scrambled forward and planted his face in my pussy before I could take another breath. I gave a little chuckle at his eagerness, and played with his hair as I relaxed my bladder. I sighed in relief as I started peeing, and immediately felt him swallowing. We do this a lot, so he's a pee drinking pro. Barely anything dripped down his chin into the seat, he's so good at swallowing. Must have learned that from his ex-boyfriends, lol. He didn't even wait 10 seconds after I was done peeing to start licking. When I tell you this man eats pussy like it's his last goddamn meal, I fucking mean it! He is a pussy eating CHAMPION! I got a little lost in how good it felt and let him keep going until I came three times. (Hey, it's hard to find a guy that can make you cum even once, I gotta get as many as I can!) I finally lead him over to the bed by his leash, pulled off his now cold wet briefs, and let him fuck me until he I had more than just pee dripping out of me. Afterwards we went through our usual aftercare routine; Candy and cuddles, with lots of praise and reassurance, a shower together, watching a movie, and just constant cuddles for the rest of the day. He's always clingy, but when he hits sub drop, man needs all the cuddles. So yeah, that was a fun day.
  14. Kyuu

    Shizuku - Wet Dreams

    Another amazing rendition of Shizuku by @raikori! I think we may need to get some mattress protectors.

    © Art by HitsujiOmo, Shizuku by OmoOrg

  15. "Sonic!" Tails yells. Sonic zooms in and asks, "What is it, Tails?" "I made an invention and I need to test it on you" Tails says Tails then presses a button, and a yellow light shines on Sonic then stops. "What is that feeling in my lower area?" Sonic asks. "I have no idea." Tails says "Whatever it is making me feel weird" Sonic says, while not knowing that he now has a bladder. Sonic suddenly sneezes, sending Tails flying backwards, causing him to crash into his plane. "Sorry about that, bud" Sonic says. "I get it, you have allergies." Tails says while getting up. The camera comes into Dr. Eggman's Evil Lair where he's spying on Sonic and Tails. "Sonic seems to have a bladder now." Dr. Eggman then laughs evilly "That may come in handy later." The camera goes back to Sonic and Tails, who then head off to Green Hills Tails looks up at the sky and notices birds. "I wonder how birds fly" Tails asks Sonic. "I'm not sure" Sonic says. Sonic picks up Tails and zooms to the beach, where he and Tails finds a puppy! "Hmm, who's puppy is this?" Sonic asks. Sonic begins moving frantically because his bladder is almost full. "Tails this thing is feeling weird" Sonic says panicking. Soon enough they hear the sound of peeing. "What is my body doing and what is that sound?" Sonic asks. "I have no idea but whatever it is, you seem to leak yellow liquid." Tails says while Sonic struggles with his bladder. "How do I stop?" Sonic says. Dr. Eggman appears behind them then says "I can help." Tails turns around and exclaims "Eggman! Why are you here?" Dr. Eggman says "I was just walking then I notice I hear Sonic panicking and the hissing of pee." "So that's what it's called." Sonic says then he stops peeing. Dr. Eggman says "I will train you to use something called a toilet and soon you will be able to not have accidents." "How do we know you won't make it worse and make him pee 24/7" Tails asks. Dr. Eggman then flips a switch making Sonic and Tails teleport to his evil lair! "Welcome to the lair, lets see how well I can train you." Dr. Eggman says as they land. Sonic says "So my bladder isn't a curse, it's a human thing I dont normally have." "Hmm well if you don't like having accidents you'll have to learn to use a toilet." Dr Eggman says. "It felt... relaxing" Sonic says. Sonic's bladder begins filling up again. "Oh god my bladders filling up" Sonic says beginning to twitch. "Follow me" Dr. Eggman says "Ok.." Sonic says desperate to pee. "This is a toilet, you pee in it, wait you have fur how do you pee without soaking your fur?" Dr. Eggman says. Sonic then sits on the toilet then immediately starts peeing and soaking is fur. Tails walks in and says "Eggman, your supposed to help him." "Tails, he has fur he can't use the bathroom with fur without soaking it." Dr. Eggman says. Sonic continues soaking his fur with a look of pleasure and relax. He then stops. Dr Eggman walks away then comes back with a diaper. "You might have to wear this." Dr. Eggman says. "What is it?" Sonic asks. "It will keep your pee from going everywhere." Dr. Eggman says. Sonic puts the diaper on and his bladder automatically fills up to the maximum capacity and he loses control and starts peeing uncontrollably. "That wasn't meant to happen." Dr. Eggman says. Tails walks away and comes back with another invention. "You invented another invention in 4 seconds?" Dr. Eggman says. "Yes, and either this will help or make it way worse." Tails says then zaps Sonic with the invention. Sonic falls over while still peeing. Sonic then falls asleep on the floor Sonic wakes up with a diaper full of pee and his bladder is empty. Sonic then notices a feeling coming from his stomach. Sonic tries ignoring it and notices he's in a blue bed with blue pillows and a blanket. Sonic then hears some beeping noises. He notices a blue alarm clock he then turns the alarm off. He starts to get up and notices his stomach feels worse and he feels like his body is going to do something but he doesn't know what. He gets up and it gets way worse so he lets whatever it is happen. He begins to poop in his diaper not knowing what he's doing. He wakes up and notices he was dreaming. He notices he still has a diaper on and it seems to be overfilled he then tries getting up but as soon as he does he start peeing and pooping at the same time. "Sonic, wake up." Tails says. Sonic wakes up the third time. "Is this a dream too?" Sonic asks. "No it's not but you should get up." Tails says. Sonic stands back up and notices that he's still wearing a diaper and it's wet but not full. "Dr. Eggman told me how to change a diaper, so I''ll do that" Tails says. Tails picks up Sonic and puts Sonic on a bed and Sonic's bladder fills up but Sonic doesn't tell Tails. Tails takes off Sonic's diaper and then notices a weird shape in Sonic's fur. Tails ignores it and gets a new diaper but before he puts Sonic's diaper back on he slowly puts his hand on the weird shape. "What are you doing? I feel that but I don't know what it is." Sonic says. Tails now knows that its attached but he's curious on what will happen if he rubs whatever the shape is. What he doesn't know is that the shape is Sonic's penis. Tails begins to rub it. As he is rubbing it Sonic grows more desperate to pee. Sonic soon loses control and pees all over Tails but he doesn't know because his eyes have been closed the whole time. "Is this part of the process?" Sonic asks. "No, but I found something out" Tails says "Alright I put the diaper on." Tails then runs away to wash his fur. Sonic opens his eyes then gets up and notices his bladder is still half full. The camera then goes to Tails who is carrying the devices that made Sonic lose total control of his bladder and the one that made him have a bladder. Tails then zaps himself with both making the devices explode. The camera then goes back to Dr. Eggman "What do you want, camera? There's nothing for you here, and yes I can see you I am the only one that CAN see you." Dr. Eggman says. Sonic runs to where Tails is and sees that Tails is twitching because he has to pee. "Tails, do you have to pee?" Sonic asks. "Yes, I do please carry me to the room where I changed your diaper before I completely bust out peeing." Tails says. Sonic picks up Tails then puts him in the room. Tails gets a diaper and puts it on and right on time too because he then starts peeing. Sonic and Tails go to Dr. Eggman. "I have 2 answers either you both become human, or you stay as your fur selves and begin to have bowels." Dr. Eggman "Won't we have bowels as humans?" Sonic asks. "No you won't, you will lose fur and have no control over your bladder, and also Sonic will still have super speed." Dr. Eggman "I guess you should make us humans" Tails says. Dr. Eggman then flips a switch and Sonic and Tails become human. Sonic is a tan teen with blue spiky hair and Tails is a white teen with ginger hair. Sonic goes to the mirror. "I don't look bad." Sonic says "Wait, what's that bulge in my diaper?" Tails walks in and look in the mirror. "What is the bulge in my diaper?" He asks. Tails pushes Sonic out the bathroom then closes and locks the door. Tails then takes the diaper off and sees the weird shape he saw in Sonic's fur when Sonic had fur. Tails then puts his diaper back on and gets out of the bathroom. Dr. Eggman comes with clothes "You will need these" He says while handing them to them. Sonic and Tails put them on while still wearing diapers. Dr. Eggman then says "Since you need these diapers I'll let you keep them, and you will live here with me." Sonic and Tails are good with that because they don't have any other friends. Sonic and Tails are then lead to a blue room with a blue bed a blue alarm clock and a tv. Sonic and Tails walk in and lay on the bed. They turn on the tv and Dr. Eggman closes the door. The tv is displaying a show causing their bladders to fill. They don't notice that the show is causing their bladders to fill so they keep watching then soon enough they start peeing. The show keeps playing and they keep watching. Their diapers soon start to leak and their pants are getting wet. Dr. Eggman opens the door and walks in but then notices the show. The show soon takes over Dr. Eggman. The TV then turns off and Dr. Eggman is no longer controlled so he closes the door again. Sonic and Miles (Tails) are still peeing uncontrollably Tails will now be called Miles to make his name more human and Sonic will still be named Sonic. Miles and Sonic soon get unhypnotized and they notice that they drenched their pants. Miles gets up and notices something under the bed. He picks it up and it zaps Sonic and Miles. They soon get up from the zap and they notice that their bladders are full but they don't know how to control when they pee so they pee on accident. They then get up and try going out the door but it's somehow locked from the outside and there are no holes in the door so there is a pool of pee below them. The pool of pee soon reaches where Miles' crotch and it's making him pee 2x more and then Sonic then jumps off the bed to try to save Miles but it makes it way worse because he scared Miles making Miles pee 4x times worse so the room is flooding with pee. They then wake up from the dream because of the alarm clock beeping. Their bed is soaked with pee and they see that their diapers are still on but they are sagging and have a brown spot. Miles then changes Sonic's diaper then put a diaper on himself too not knowing what the device he found under them did. Miles then walks to Dr. Eggman. "Teach us how to use the bathroom." Miles says. "Ok... fine" Dr. Eggman says. He shows them how to use it. Miles then takes both his diaper and Sonic's diaper off not knowing how bad of a idea that was. Sonic then runs straight into the bathroom. While Sonic pees Miles starts to feel his stomach feels something. Miles has to poop but he doesn't know what it is but he also has to pee. "Hurry up Sonic" Miles yells. Sonic finishes in time for Miles to get there. Miles forgot to take his clothes off and he soaks his underwear. Miles then notices a new feeling which is him pooping. Miles then get up and flushes the toilet even though nothing was in it but the water. "Alright, Tails your human name will be Miles and Sonic will still be Sonic." Dr. Eggman says. "Alright." Sonic says, excited. "Sonic you used the bathroom right, Miles you might need to go back to diapers." Dr. Eggman says. "It was a accident." Miles says while sad. The camera goes to the creator of this movie. "What the heck are you here for? Go back to main story." I say. The camera shakes like it's saying no. "Oh, you're here to skip some things, like boring dialogue. Alright you can stay until the boring stuff is done with." I say. The camera looks at the sun set. "It's beautiful isn't it? Well you should go back to your story." I say. The camera goes back to the lair and goes to the blue room. Sonic is sleeping under the blankets of the bed. While Miles is sleeping on top of the covers with a exposed diaper. Miles and Sonic start growing their fur back. Miles will now go back to being called Tails. Miles' tails grow back and rip the diaper off. Sonic gets his blue fur back and his bladder is now full. Tails' clothes rip off and so do Sonic's causing Sonic to start wetting the bed. The alarm clock starts beeping and Sonic wakes up noticing he has his fur back but his fur is drenched with piss. Sonic turns the alarm clock and see that Tails is still asleep. Sonic looks down and he sees he still has a penis but it seems to be hard for some reason. He then goes to the bathroom. shut the door, locks it and looks in the mirror. He sees that he looks normal other than a penis that has fur on it. He starts to rub it and he notices that rubbing it is making his bladder fill up. Ad Break This ad is for Uri-Pill The only good thing about this product is that it can make you pee out your entire bladder. But beware, people who get Uri-Pill are not able to hold their piss anymore. This means they have urinated a lot lately but don't even remember doing it. If you take too much of this stuff then you will become addicted to it. If you want to buy this pill you should never use it together with any other drug. Also, if you do take it you shouldn't mix it with alcohol, because it may affect your mental state and make you lose control over yourself. (Uri-Pill is not a real pill) Back to the movie! Sonic then starts gushing out pee. He moans softly still rubbing while Tails is still asleep and his bladder is full. Tails starts to wet the bed while Sonic is still in the bathroom. The camera goes back to the creator of this story. "You again? Is Sonic and Tails boring you?" I say. "Dr. Eggman would also bore you because he's also still asleep." I say. Ad Time! Omo-doll is the first ever urine-peeing doll. Dolls are usually pretty much just that, dolls, but Omo-doll's pee is actually real. This doll can urinate! She has two modes: normal mode where she doesn't pee, and water mode where she pees until normal mode is switched on. (This is not a real doll) The camera goes back to the creator. "Hello, again so this will be a stop in the movie" I say
  16. Chapter 1 When I first started writing this fanfiction, I only wanted to make one remark about it. Specifically about the fact that I had to use a translator to get certain sentences and combinations right, because my english is not well, but due to the events that have started in the world, I'm doing a second one. Let there be war only in the world of witches and only against a common enemy. 19 May 1946 It was too much even for her strength. It felt like her bladder was about to burst inside her. Throughout the day, Gertrude Barkhorn tried to keep the urine inside her and resisted with all her might the urine that was about to burst out. Every step turned into agony, and it was especially hard when the girl tried with all her might to keep it when flying. She could not start urinating in front of Hartmann, much less during a dogfight. That would have shown her weakness and become a wild cause for ridicule for the next few months. And Erika would be reminded her about it for at least a few more years. So you had to try to endure it with all your might. What right now was striving to penetrate outside, and had already dampened her delicate, white panties. The sphincter was the only muscle that Trude, with all her desire, could not strengthen with her witching abilities. So at this moment, every step was a mad game that could end in defeat at any moment. But a moment that blended into eternity. Warm, yellow droplets were already dripping slowly down her thighs and shins, and some were falling with a clatter on the wooden floor. It was a real bullying that the girl applied to her body, and soon grasped her crotch with all her might, feeling that the impending blow to her tender hole, would be her last. Her hand squeezed her crotch as tightly as the girl could allow, but even that didn't stop the liquid from gradually leaving her body. And soon a small stream, effortlessly, like a projectile, pierced her wet panties and spurted out into the so timely hand that had been set up. Immediately attempts were made to stem the flow, which were dismayingly unsuccessful. The girl was only a few steps away from the toilet, but could not take a step, gradually pouring urine into her panties from her overflowing bladder. Her dam was crumbling and her unbreakable will, after all, had found an opportunity to collapse. It was over. Fluid was bursting out through her urine canal and nothing could contain it, and the feeling her bladder felt was too relaxing to stop. - Nooo! - Shouted the girl, trying with all her might to stop what could not be stopped. - I couldn't do it. - You so pathetic. - Said Erika as she stood behind Trude's back. - You...You... Please don't look at me!!! ut Erika continued to watch the urine run down Trudi's legs and chuckled slightly as her friend struggled to stop. Hartmann knew it was no longer possible, and that Gertrude just had to stop abusing herself. It was no longer possible to resist and she should just give in, and preferably pull up her uniform so she wouldn't have to wash anything but her panty. When the long, seemingly eternal stream of urine subsided and Trude, no longer able to stand up, sank quietly into a pool of her own urine, Hartmann gently walked over to her and put a hand on her shoulder. - Are you all right? - Yes. Hartmann reached out and helped Trudi to stand up, seeing drops of yellow liquid falling from her feet. The girl in the black uniform sniffed slightly and drew an interesting conclusion. - It doesn't smell bad. - What are you speaking about? - Of course about your urine my little Trudi. A happy smile appeared on the girl's face, and she slightly tousled her short hair and looked around the puddle. It felt as if she was mocking Gertrude on purpose, making special remarks about this accident. She examined the puddle long and carefully and then looked at Gertrude and quietly concluded. Or rather not. This conclusion was short and clear, but extremely on positive tones that surprised Gertrude herself. It seemed that her friend was not mocking her. Erika reminded her of Ursula, and in those moments when it came to researching some kind of mechanism. This time it was the same, only now her usual face had changed to the appraising face of a professional scientist. - Ok, I'd say you were holding urine for about 9 hours and 38 minutes. Not a bad result for a novice witch. - What!? Gertrude was extremely surprised by what Erica had said, or rather by the fact that she had calculated the time for which Gertrude had held her bladder extremely perfectly. It seemed incredible and mind-boggling to the heart and soul. After all, how can you tell by the sight of a puddle poured on the floor how long that urine was inside a person. While the captain of the 501 wings was figuring out why Erika had come to this conclusion, the pretty girl across from her gave her own answer. - This is one of my ultimatum magical abilities. I've been hiding it, but I can tell by the amount of urine it's been in my bladder for how long. - This is so amazing! – Said Gertrude to answer. In any case, it became clear that Erika had begun to watch Gertrude despair right from the moment she put on her striker today. The fact that the girl allowed herself to do such a thing at first might have caught the proud Carlsland girl off guard. But Gertrude knew that in her position she could not be proud. She could still feel her bare heels feeling the puddle of warm, hot urine in which she was standing. How the droplets still on her thighs were slowly running down them. And there was also the extremely noticeable sensation of warm and soaked white panties sticking to her pussy. The latter was one of the most unpleasant and uncomfortable experiences one could have at the time. Primarily because Gertrude felt slightly sexually aroused as she tried to cover her soaked knickers with her hands. Her hands were not very tight against her crotch anymore, but she could feel how good it felt when she touched her clitoris, albeit purely casually, with wild embarrassment. At a certain point, Hartman looked at her friend and smiled. A pleasant breeze blew in through the window and both girls grinned slightly. Still, no matter how much Trude cried, it was impossible to change what had happened. She really couldn't hold her bladder like a little girl. So the point of embarrassment was gone and when the girl in front of her returned to normal, Erika continued. - Okay Trudi. We have to clean up now. I'll get a rag and a bucket and you take your panties. - Erika was right, because walking around in wet panties wasn't very pleasant, and Gertrude obeyed the commands. - I can't believe it's me doing your commands. – answered Gertrude slowly pulling her soaked panties down. Indeed, Gertrude seemed to be senior to Erika in rank, but now she was just not in a position to be in charge. Still, she was being offered a friendly helping hand. And in this situation it was not worth refusing. Gertrude had once helped Erika, when she had been shot down by a high speed neuroi, and although that situation was not comparable to what was happening now. Still, no one's life was at stake here. Barkhorn's body had exhausted its strength in the course of trying to keep all that urine inside her bladder. She looked somewhere on the floor, where the puddle of urine was slowly disappearing, as Erika cleaning by the rag there. However, after the puddle was gone, Erika looked at her friend and gently moved her hand under her pussy. It got wet very quickly, but Erika quickly stopped the movement and then looked again at her friend's face. The most amazing thing about it was that she was looking from down to up. She no longer felt the oppressive and overpowering superiority of the girl standing beside her. Erica touched Gertrude's pussy again and then kissed her gently on the neck. She only heard a light moan in response, full of pleasure and despair. And this time that despair was caused by helplessness, not by a full bladder and a minute-by-minute weakening sphincter, as it had been ten minutes ago. Although what was happening then could also be called that word. Helplessness. That was the feeling that never left Gertrude. - Hartmann...Please. - Please what? - The girl whispered softly and licked her friend's neck again. However, Erika was far from sadistic, and she didn't want to make her friend cum in the corridor, so she quickly removed her hand. Hartmann shifted and spread the fingers of her hand, watching as Trudi's piss and warm juices gently mingled on her arm. Both girls looked at each other. There was a slight smile on Erika's face as she licked the fingers of her right hand. And then she added, barely audibly. - Welcome to the Karlsland omorashi union, Yep! (For those who may not know the characters, Gertrude Barkhorn on the left and Erika Hartmann on the right) I plan to include almost all the Karlsland characters in the fanfiction, however, this part is only the beginning. And later on, we'll have a lot of girls trying out different methods of holding urine in different clothes and states.
  17. hiya ^^ I've been following omorashi for the longest time now but never really got to do my own art or such, i hope this counts? :0 I decided to take my VTuber Avatar and have it have a little accident >//~//< i wanna do more of these but i'm still relatively new hehe.. lemme know wat u think!! I also made an album :3 cause i wanna make more!
  18. Characters Evron Species: Incubus Age: Unknown Sexuality: Pansexual Alliance: Chaotic Neutral Role: Caregiver Appearance- Hair: Bright red, medium length Eyes: Large, rich gold, heavy lashes, slight dark circles Height: six feet, five inches Weight: one-hundred-eighty-five pounds Defining Characteristics: Large black angel wings coming out of his back, ten foot wingspan Dylan Species: Neko Age: 22 Sexuality: Gay Alliance: None Role: Little Appearance- Hair: soft shaggy brown Eyes: chocolate brown Height: five feet Weight: one-hundred-twenty pounds Defining Characteristics: cat ears and tail in the same color as his hair Chapter One-Keep in mind this was started years ago and i feel some parts are a bit cringy lol Evron groans as he walks through a human city. He had been sent to earth as a punishment for a failed mission given to him by his king, Lucifer. He remembers just how badly he failed and covers his eyes to fend off an oncoming headache with a sigh. He messed up very badly and feels like a complete idiot. It is at this moment that a young neko named Dylan notices the incubus. He gets a feeling in his gut that tells him to go over to Evron. Following this instinct, he runs over. Another feeling takes over him and Dylan hugs the larger male the second he notices him. This startled Evron but once he gets over his shock, he wraps his arms around Dylan. Evron chuckles and speaks in a sultry voice. “Hey there cutie pie~.” Dylan giggles, starting to fall deeply into little space. Evron notices this and whispers, “Now that's a good little boy, so adorable.” Dylan whines now, speaking in a higher pitched voice than normal because he started to feel small. “Nuuuu!! Nah coot!!” “Aww but you are, little one…” Dylan blushes, buries his face for a second then pulls away, forcing himself to be big now. He is very embarrassed that he slipped. “W-wanna go eat?” Evron’s heart melts from Dylan’s cuteness and he nods, a soft expression on his handsome face. “Of course, little one, of course.” They both smile and head to a nearby restaurant. Dylan orders chicken strips and Evron just got a glass of wine. Evron stares at Dylan as he noms on his food. Dylan blushed under the demon's stare “Wh-what is it?” “You’re just too perfect to look away from.” Evron replies lovingly. Dylan blushed deeply and quietly looked down at his food. Evron chuckles and takes a sip of his wine, smiling to himself then notices that Dylan is squirming. “Are you alright sweetie?” he asks in a concerned voice. “Y-yeah…” Dylan responds nervously. Evron is definitely not convinced but he leaves the subject alone, trusting that Dylan will tell him if something truly is wrong. He notices the smaller boy wriggling in his seat and frowns softly. Dylan finally speaks up, whispering his need. “P-potty…” Evron smiles, stands and takes Dylan's hand in his. “Let's go then.” The smaller boy smiles as he stands, following the larger incubus as he is led to the nearby bathroom. Once inside, he freezes, a look of disgust on his face. The bathroom is horrible. Mold covers the walls and ceiling and the smell is foul, mold mixed with the scent of the puddles of urine on the floor. Dylan gulps, getting a twisting feeling in the pit of his stomach. He chokes out a single sentence. “I am not using this bathroom…” “Agreed” Evron says with a curt nod. The two then leave the horrid bathroom, get a to-go box for Dylan, pack up his food then finally head out of the restaurant then back into town. As they walk around, Dylan becomes more and more desperate. Evron notices as the neko squirms and whines more and though he is worried, Evron becomes aroused. He decides, so long as he is okay with it, that he will push Dylan to his limit. Dylan whines for a while, his tail soon finding its way between his legs. He realizes something then tugs Evrons sleeve. “I-I forgot to tell you my name…” “Well, what is it then?” “It’s Dylan.” “Nice to meet you Dylan. I go by Evron, sometimes just Ev.” They then both go silent apart from Dylan's occasional whimper. Evron keeps an eye on Dylan and at one point whispers into his fuzzy ear, “Wanna come to my place? It 's pretty empty since I just moved in but it's clean.” he had indeed just moved in, needing a place to stay while on earth. Dylan quickly nods, desperately wanting a nice, clean, quiet bathroom. Though, unbeknownst to him, Evron does not plan on letting him use it…
  19. Geist

    kemono friends wolf

    Kaban, driven mad by shitty gacha rates, has decided to take the matter into her own hands
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