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  1. Hii Sorry for my bad english but is not my mother language Im young female who want a hard toilet rules for a few days Im welcome to all
  2. So I decided to try my hands at a second person interactive story. whether you make it out dry or wet doesn’t matter. just read and have fun once bladder reaches 90 percent leaks start once it reaches 100 you have an accident You the reader are a woman named Mia. you work at an organization Named OFAK. You have a middle ranking in the place. You just woke up and decided to put on some jeans then drink some coffee. “That sure woke me u, shoot I’m gonna be late” you said. Then you got in your car and begin driving it’s a whole 3 hour drive. 1 hour in and that coffee is going through you quick. You see a gas station in sight. Your bladder level is at 60 percent. due to the caffeine it feels like 80. you have three options choose wisely A hope you can hold it and keep driving B use the gas station you will probably be late to work C maybe you have something in the car to pee in?
  3. Greetings! Just another longtime lurker account that’s decided to chuck another interactive story into the mix. Long story short, I want to get in the habit of writing more frequently, so having to do a new update to this story every few days is a good start. So here’s the pitch: this is going to be a typical Fantasy/RPG style sandbox where you play as a mostly invisible sprite whose main goal is to nudge various denizens into various pee desperation situations, if the dice falls in your favor. I plan to keep this story pretty lighthearted and casual, any violence will be kept at a PG-13ish level, but I do expect explicit sexual content to come up. In terms of kink content, there will be furry or nonhuman characters (beastmen, kobolds, etc), explicit sexual content related to peeing, occasional diapers, and a hard no on any messing. I’ll have both male and female targets available to choose, but probably skewed more towards woman. I’ll get more into how the typical voting is going to be work once our first target is selected. For now, let us begin: ------------------------------------------------------------------- High among the snow-capped peaks scraping the roof of the world, far past where even the mighty griffons made their nests, lies a small crevasse in a cliff face. If an adventurer were to brave the blistering winds and freezing cold to slip inside, they would eventually come across a small chamber hewn deep into the mountain. Lit only by a few patches of luminous moss, an intricately carved marble statue stands proudly in the middle of the tiny room, all but completely hidden from the world at large. The subject depicted is a human woman of indeterminate age and long flowing hair, rendered completely nude. Oddly enough, the statue appears to be in some measure of distress, her legs tightly intertwined and her face a mixture of pain and ecstasy. Her hands are cupped around an immense bowl, hoisting it far above her head as if offering it to the very heavens. Drip…. A droplet of water, one of the few to propagate down this far from the melting snow above, detaches from the ceiling to land in the center of the proffered bowl. After an untold number of years, the water slowly begins to accumulate within, neither evaporating or freezing due to some intricately weaved spell work imparted by the original sculptor. Drop by drop, the pool of water nears the cusp of the bowl. Drip…. Drip…. Drip….Drip…. Suddenly, there is an audible click and a soft hum as a long awaited threshold is finally reached. The accumulated water in the bowl begins to drain, flowing down into the statue through previously concealed channels. The statue’s expression imperceptibly shifts to one of relief and a moment later the water burst forth once more from the barely visible slit nestled between her clenched thighs. Now tinted a pale yellow and rushing out with far more force than gravity could have provided, the water steams down the statue’s legs and begins to pool around her dancing feet and pedestal. The flood continues uninterrupted for several minutes as a loud hiss continues to fill the cavern. It was from this liberating release that you first became aware of yourself. Nothing more than a small mote of light rising from the still warm puddle, you quickly take stock of your new found surroundings. Your various streams of consciousness clash against each other, dozens of individual voices all clamoring to do something different. You focus in on what your voices do agree on. You are a sprite, a being of pure magic formed from devout worship to one of the many deities of the realm to serve on the mortal plane. And the god you were birthed of was…. It was…. “Oh! Hello there little one.” Startled, you reform into a unified consciousness and quickly scan around the empty chamber. To your mild alarm, it’s the statue itself that’s speaking to you, the head and neck now animated as seamlessly as if it were born of flesh and blood. You draw back and the statue’s expression immediately shifts to one of concern. “W-Wait, don’t leave!” She cried out and you float to a stop near the exit of the chamber. “I mean you no harm! It’s… just been a long time since I’ve had need to commune on this plane of existence.” She finishes sheepishly. Drifting closer, your many thoughts agree that you only sense a warmth and affection from the statue, something which you find yourself eager to reciprocate. Giving you a warm smile, the statue clears her throat. “While it may look like you caught me in an awkward situation,” she smirks with a nod to the expansive yellow puddle covering the cave floor. “I assure you I am right at home in these situation. I am the goddess Omoania, one of the lesser… no, minor….” Omoania scowls and finally rolls her marble eyes. “Fine. One of the many tiny deities that springs from the goddess of lust. I am the goddess of the full bladder, and the purveyor of many an accident.” You bob up and down in appreciation nonetheless, perfectly content no matter what your overlord’s standing in the pantheon is. Encouraged, Omoania allows herself a small smile. “Well, I mean it’s not as though I don’t have some followers. Especially when you consider how well made this altar is.” She pauses, giving herself a few moments to appreciate her own naked form. “But now I have you!” Her attention snapped back to you and you vibrate excitedly in response. “I’ve never had a sprite in the mortal plane before, I can’t wait to see what mischief I can get up to now. So heed my words closely, my little squirt. It is my wish that you embark out into the world and find subjects to gift me boons.” She gives another knowing look to the puddle below here. “The fuller, the better. Although I will be sure to reward you for encouraging any type of deviant behavior to their peeing habits.” You give another excited buzz, eager to fulfill Omoania’s wishes. Which you should be able to do by…. What were your spritely powers exactly? “Oh right, sorry. I’m a bit new to this.” Omoania winks at you and you suddenly feel new power infusing your ethereal form. You Gained 3 Skill Points! “Spend those boons however you wish.” Omoania nods at you. “I’ll be sure to pass on any more that I accumulate from altars like this one, it’s not like you have any completion for them at the moment. Though I expect the boons created through your actions will soon eclipse what the alters can offer. Remember, so long as they’re an intelligent and sentient creature, they can gift boons to me. Monsters, adventurers, demons, royalty…. I do tend to like a bit of variety.” She giggles. “But I can see you are eager to prove yourself, so I will not keep you any longer. You will need to return to one of these altars before long to regain your strength, but you should still have abundant time to pursue your chosen target. We will speak again soon my little squirt.” Giving you one last radiant smile, the statue returns to its previously innate state, now with a content smirk plastered on the woman’s face. Zooming through the narrow crevasse, you soon find yourself atop an expansive cliff face, the whole world sprawling out before you. The boons of Omoania still sit unspent inside your being, ready to strengthen your ability to influence the physical world. Reaching out with your senses, you detect at least three nearby locations with high mana concentrations. Surely one of those will have creatures that you can entice into giving boons to Omoania. You can’t wait to set out! ------------------------------------------------------------------- You have 3 Unspent Skill Point, choose attributes and abilities to level up. Skill points may be saved until later, but you may only level up at an altar of Omoania. Attributes – The sprite equivalence of basic stats. Leveling an attribute will make actions based in that attribute 5% more likely to be successful. Leveling attributes will also unlock new basic actions that can be performed on targets. Each successive level will require one additional skill point to achieve. Charisma – While a majority of sprites prefer to stay invisible and silent, your duties may be aided by directly communicating with your targets. You will speak to them as telepathic voice in their head, which they can sense and respond to. Charisma actions include using this method of communication to deceive, build rapport, and persuade targets to do actions they normally wouldn’t consider. Current Level: 0 Current Charisma Bonus: 0% Skill Points needed for next Level: 1 New Charisma action unlocked at Level 2 Conjuration – Through immense concentration, sprites can use their mana to cast minor spells to affect the physical world. Spells cast in such a manner primary focus on nearby inanimate objects as they cannot affect living creatures. Conjure actions include spilling a drink, tripping someone up, or holding a door shut for a short period of time. Current Level: 0 Current Conjure Bonus: 0% Skill Points needed for next Level: 1 New Conjure Action unlocked at Level 2 Influence – Sprites that deal more closely with living creatures are born with a more innate sense of the body and can influence various biological processes or reflexes. Influence actions include causing a target to feel thirsty, change their perception of ambient temperature, and even causing them to become aroused. Current Level: 0 Current Influence Bonus: 0% Skill Points needed for next Level: 1 New Influence Action unlocked at Level 2 Abilities – As a sprite in service to the goddess Omoania, you can tap into more unique spells that belong to her domain. Spending skill points on abilities will unlock and improve their functionality for your expeditions. These abilities can only be cast a few times per expedition, so use them wisely. All ability charges will be refreshed whenever you return to an altar of Omoania. New abilities as well as upgrades for the existing abilities will be unlocked as you gains boons from Omoania and spend time in the world. Bladder Ping – The most basic of Omoania’s gifts, this ability will allow you to approximate how full the bladder of your target is. Upgrades include addition charges per expedition, more accurate scanning, and the ability to ping nearby non-target individuals. Current Ability Level: 0 Current Ability Effect: None Ability Level Up Effects: Grants the Bladder Ping ability. The Bladder Ping is usable once per expedition and will tell you your target’s bladder level, rounded down to the nearest 10%. Skill Points Required to Level Up: 1 ------------------------------------------------------------------- From your vantage point, you can spot three different locations that look promising. You’re sure to find several likely targets at each location, but your various streams of consciousness will have to decide on where to go. Option A: Mountain Cave Dungeon At the base of the peaks sits a yawning cave that exudes menace. While the stench of undeath lingers heavily around here, the feel of the cave’s mana also promises many living creatures that call this place their home. High Monster Population, Low Adventurer Population Option B: Lush Pine Forest A little farther out sits a blooming emerald green forest. The area practically glows with both life and mana, showing a large variety in possible targets. Several major roads also meander through the area, a sure sign on many convoys and their protectors passing through regularly. Equal Populations of Monsters and Adventurers Option C: River Town At the edge of the forest’s influence sits a quaint yet bustling town set along the shores of a winding river. While small when compared to a proper city, a junction of several cross roads as well as numerous river boats promise that this is a busy thoroughfare. A prominent Adventure’s Guild outpost guarantees the peace, but there are always those that will look to encroach on the civilization. Low Monster Population, High Adventurer Population ------------------------------------------------------------------- Whew, that should do it for the first post. Vote below for your level up and location choices, you have enough starting skill points to get any attribute to level 2, or spread the points out how you see fit. Once a setting for the expedition is voted on, I’ll lay out several possible targets to pick from in the next post. Tie-breakers will be decided through a coin flip. Voting will close on September 8th, at 8PM US Eastern Time, with the new update hopefully being a day or two later. Thanks for reading!
  4. From the album: Omofan's Edits

    While at a nightclub Nimona has a lot to drink filling up her bladder and ends up needing to go, but unfortunately she has no idea where the bathrooms are in this place.
  5. Here you can see my image edits and sometimes drawings involving my favorite fetishes, mainly omorashi/pee desperation themed pictures. First off, we have "Desperate Alejandra" Here's an older drawing of mine about Alejandra from Overwatch who is desperate to find a bathroom in her school. But unfortunately she didn't find one in time...
  6. Chapter 1: The Curse Tyria drew her sword and pointed it at an old witch. Tyria was 23 years old, slightly dark skinned, and had freckles along her cheeks. Her subtle red hair was tied into a ponytail and came down to just below her ears. Her fierce blue eyes cut daggers into the witch. She wore a dark green shirt with blue pants and black bear fur boots. Her armor was small and polygonal and was colored cream with yellow highlights on the edges. “Now leave this village and never come back! You mischievous hexs have no place in this town!” The witch had grey, wrinkled skin. Warts plastered her face and her pupils were as black as night. Her limbs were boney and she seemed to be only wearing a sack on her torso. Her hair was patchy and gray. A true bottom dweller. “You have no proof that those were even my hexs! It could’ve been any other witch!” the witch said, flailing her arms about, making the sound of popping joints. “That’s not what the townspeople think!” said Tyria, “The shopkeep saw you wandering around where the totem was found, no one else is talented in the magic arts as much as you are, and no one else would make that hex do the thing that it did unless it appealed to a specific taste! One that the townspeople say that you specifically have!” “I’m a resident of this town too, you know! You can’t kick me out! I’ll sue!” Tyria then closed in fast and held the sword at the witch’s neck. “You can’t sue if you’re dead.” “So you admit what you’re doing is wrong!” Tyria pushed her word deeper against the witches neck. “Don’t push it.” she said in a threatening voice. The witch growled. “Augh! Fine! You win! I’ll leave!” “Good.” Tyria said with a smile. She then sheathed her sword and swung around on her hell, walking back into town. “Find some other town to prey on!” The witch grunted and hobbled down the path. She walked until she was about a mile out of town. “Me, place hexs around town. Psssh! Lucky guess, bitch. Stupid adventurers. Ever since the dark lord has been slain, my hobby gets harder to sustain since there are so many new novices to take on the small fry.” The witch grunted again. She swung behind a tree, popped a cork off a glass bottle and took a swing. “Ah yeah, that’s the good stuff.” She placed the bottle down on the ground and began to levitate in a meditation pose. Her eyes flashed open with yellow light shining out of them. “Let’s get a quick fix in before I move on to the next town.” In her mind, an overhead view of the town appeared. As her eyes moved, so did her vision of the town. Specific people were highlighted in yellow, to which she eagerly approached and observed. But her enthusiasm quickly waned as she scanned them. “Tch, 46%.” She moved on to the next person. “37%” Then the next. “Ohh, 56%. Maybe I can watch this one for a bit and-” Suddenly, her vision faded between reality and her potion vision. “No! Come on! I just need a little more time!” She quickly picked up her potion and drank what little remained. She then tossed it aside after realizing it was empty. “Damn it! It’s been so hard to make more of these potions. That was all I had left!” She took a deep breath. “No, I must use this time wisely. The tavern should work, I’m always able to find subjects there.” The witch focused her vision on the tavern, where she saw a promising sight. “Yes! A line! I might finally be able to get some good action here!” She moved in close to observe the people. All of which were waiting patiently outside of a bathroom. The witch’s enthusiasm faded again. “The highest here is 64% full! And she’s at the front of the line! Are there no more risk takers in this town.” Suddenly, the witch felt the hairs on her neck stand up. She sensed a significantly powerful need. “Oh, and who might that be?” She turned around to see who had just entered the tavern. “Oh, you…” The witch said in great disappointment. It was Tyria. Tyria walked over to the barkeep to talk business. As she did so, the witch watched in earnest. “To think you were 87% full in front of me. Impressive of you to keep a front like that. Less impressive that I wasn’t able to see through it. God, I must be losing it at my age.” “Yo, barkeep!” shouted Tyria. A small girl over the counter turned her head. “Coming!” She lifted her dress and ran over to Tyria. “So, any news?” “I managed to find the hex, destroy it, and kick its creator out of the town. All in a day no less.” said Tyria, nonchalantly picking at her fingernails with her thumb. “Whoa! That must be why business has been running so smoothly lately!” said the barkeep. “So the hex is affecting the townspeople now?” The barkeep shook her head. “Nope. At least, I don’t think so. No accidents today! When that hex was active, I’d be cleaning up the floor at least 10 times a day! Some of them were even… my messes.” “Well, glad to see everyone making it on time.” “Yeah. It will take another couple days before we know for sure. But everyone’s been extra cautious the past few hours. Everyone’s sick of being publicly humiliated so I assume they go at the first sign of need.” The witch groaned at this statement. Tyria subtly crossed her legs. “Speaking of need.” The barkeep clapped her hands together. “Oh yes, you need your reward, I’ll go fetch it for you!” She ran off behind the employee door. “That’s not what I-” Tyria sighed. She waited patiently on the bar, leaning her body against it and she subtly bounced in place, feeling her need to pee catch up with her. “We’ve reached 90%!” said the witch, still looking through her potion vision. “Come on! I need you to lose it so I can get my revenge!” Then, the barkeep came back out the door. She dropped a small sack of coins on the table right in front of Tyria. “Here ya go! 1000 Lyobies, as promised!” Tyria leaned in for a whisper. “Yeah, thanks. But there was another thing.” “Oh?” “I’ve been running around town all day and I kinda need to pee. And the line there is looking pretty long. Do you think-” The barkeep held her hand out. “Sorry ma’am! But employee bathrooms are for employees only. Company policy.” “Well, does company policy prevent you from letting me have next in line?” The barkeep thought for a moment. “No, I don’t recall a rule like that.” “Then maybe-” “But I’m sorry! Even if I could, it would reflect poorly on me and the business to have favorites.” “Oh, but what if I-” Tyria put a Lyobie coin on the table, “did this?” The barkeep quickly snatched the coin and inspected it. “Shame on you, Tyria. Exploiting my greatest weakness.” “Will you make a show of it?” “That will cost extra.” Tyria sighed as she pulled another coin out of the bag. The barkeep caught it and giggled. She jumped on top of the bar while pocketing the coins and shouted, “Attention ladies, gents, and everything else in between!” The whole tavern looked at her and fell silent. “As you know, our town has been plagued by a hex that has afflicted everyone with a curse. Everybody became prone to a particular need and were publicly humiliated for not respecting said need more than they reasonably had too. This did not stand with us! We came together and called upon our resident adventurer to dispel this hex and to oust the individual responsible.” The barkeep gestured to Tyria. “Our very own Tyria Yanah has rid us of such mischievous behavior!” The whole bar cheered. “Booooooo!” sad the witch to herself. “As a special thanks, she will be given priority to the services of the tavern. Be nice now everyone!” finished the barkeep, winking and making an OK sign with her hand. The tavern rejoiced in agreement and continued on with their days. “Thanks for the show.” said Tyria, exhaling somewhat worriedly. “Now the bathroom.” “Yes yes, I know. You’re really an attention hog, you know that?” said The Barkeep, getting down from the table. “Follow me.” The two went down the hall towards the bathroom. “Special privileges?!” said the witch. “Right when I was so close to seeing something good! I swear that, Tyria. You won’t get away with this!” But then a thought came to her mind. “Wait a minute. I won’t let her get away with this! Yes! I have a plan!” She exited her potion vision and ran back over to the empty bottle she tossed, spit in it, swirled it around, then drained it. “Yes! You don’t get to take away my pleasure without suffering the consequences! I’m coming for you, Tyria Yanah!” The witch pulled out two more potions. One was black and the other blue with yellow swirls. She drank the blue one and focused. Tyria Yanah. She had been holding it for quite some time, but her poker face was formidable. The witch imagined the need she must’ve been in. The swollen bladder, the focus she must exert, the feeling of slight relief with every subtle cross of the leg. The witch exhaled slowly and opened her eyes. Darkness. “Oops, I didn’t make a teleportation potion to the void again did I? What is it labeled as? Augh! I can’t see, maybe if I just-” Suddenly, the witch stumbled into something. She seethed in pain, jolting back only to hit another thing. Then, the sound of crashing glass and metal sounded out as she got buried by all manner of dark objects. Outside, Tyria and The Barkeep were walking down the hall when they heard crashing coming from a nearby broom closet. “What was that?” said the Barkeep, moving to investigate. “It’s probably just rats or something.” said Tyria, “Could we please just hurry?” The barkeep put her fists on her hips. “Hmph! How dare you insinuate that I don’t keep proper pest control in my establishment!” “So you made the company policy?” “Uh, w-we don’t gotta talk about that!” The Barkeep moved swiftly to push Tyria along. “Plus, you’re getting a free ticket to the front of the line, aren’t you? Best hurry!” As they left, the broom closet door opened. A floating black potion, seemingly being drunk by nothing, was completely emptied in the air. “Let’s hope this invisibility lasts. It’s been a while since I’ve attempted something like this.” She followed Tyria down the hall, making as little noise as possible, throwing the empty potion back in the closet. As Tyria and the Barkeep entered the bathroom, they found a familiar face. She had very bright skin, long and straight blonde hair, and a beauty mark just under her left eye. Her green eyes were bored and her full expression even more so. She wore a blue, frilly, mage dress with white aprons over it, the sleeves coming straight and true to her wrists. The dress only came down to just halfway down her thigh, leaving enough of her thigh exposed to house a little rod of some kind on a belt strap. Lastly, she wore snakeskin boots along with some black knee high stockings. “Meliay?” asked Tyria. Meliay looked at them. “Hey, I hope you don’t plan on cutting!” “Well… yeah, that’s exactly what I’m planning to do.” “Then, no!” said Meliay, crossly. “Sorry, Meliay. But Tyria has received special privileges for ridding the town of the hex. And all she asked was that she be allowed first in line for the next bathroom stall.” said The Barkeep. “Ugh, how much did she pay you? I’ll double it.” The Barkeep bounced excitedly. “You’ll pay me 400 Lyobies?” “What?! Augh, I don’t care that much.” Meliay then shoved Tyria to the front of the line. “Just don’t take too long, okay?” “And why would I ever want to disappoint you?” asked Tyria, giving her a smug face. Meliay groaned in annoyance. Then almost on cue, a toilet flushed and a girl came out. “See ya.” said Tyria, moving to occupy the stall. She quickly moved inside then closed and locked the door. She leaned against the wall and took a huge sigh of relief. She held down on her crotch tightly. “Oh, thank god I didn’t have to use my hands that entire time.” she said silently to herself, “This is probably the worst I’ve ever had to go. Being right next to that hex must’ve amplified its effects.” Tyria quickly undid her belt and pulled down pants and her white and pink trimmed lace panties. Sitting on the toilet she felt her bladder quickly empty into the bowl. The relief sent shivers down her spine. “Wow, that felt way better than I expected.” From nearby, the witch waited for Tyria to finish. But then she noticed another stall opened up. The flush of the toilet reminded her that getting the resource she needed wasn’t going to be so easy. “Blast.” she said to herself. She exited the bathroom and went into the Tavern’s main area. There she saw a huge man carrying a large mug of beer, looking pretty sloshed already. “That should work.” She moved in close and gave the man a shove, knocking him into a table full of customers and spilling his drink on a couple of them. “Hey!” One of them stood up and shoved the man back. “Why don’t you watch where you’re going, dumbass!” The man in his drunken state listened to no reason and swung at the customer without warning, punching him in the face. The other customers stood up and tried to stop him, but the commotion triggered a chain reaction, causing the whole place to erupt into a bar fight. “Oh no!” said The Barkeep. She quickly left her post and ran back to the bathrooms. “Now’s my chance!” said the witch, following close behind. Tyria had just strapped her belt back to her waist and moved to flush the toilet when The Barkeep barged in and slammed on her stall door. “Tyria! The bar erupted into a fight! Please help!” “Oh okay! I’ll be right out!” Tyria adjusted the sword at her hip and hurried out. “Meliay, your help would be greatly appreciated too!” “I'm in the middle of something, I’ll join you two in a bit!” With the stall door still open, the witch moved in and quickly scooped up a sample of the toilet water and moved back out before the next person in line took the stall. “Ugh, gross. She didn’t even flush.” The witch heard her say as she left. She began to silently cackle, excited at what the future holds. The power of Tyria’s pee, in the palm of her hand. 10 minutes later Tyria and Meliay tossed two more customers out of the Tavern doors. The streets were getting dark from the coming sunset. “If you wanna fight! Take it outside!” said Tyria. “Stop disturbing the peace.” said Meliay. The two went back inside, now with half as many people. It was so silent that it was almost eerie. “Hey you two.” said The Barkeep, resting her head on her hand on the bar table. “Thanks for kicking out half my business.” “You’re the one that asked.” said Meliay. “It’s a joke.” said Tyria. “Though I suppose you wouldn’t know as you don’t really tell many of those.” Meliay gave her a stare. “By the way,” The Barkeep poured a shot and gave it to Tyria, “That nice man over there would like to give his compliments.” The three looked over and saw a man just as he quickly looked away. He took a swig of beer, trying in the most suspicious way to look less suspicious. While they looked, the witch closed in and put a yellow tablet inside the drink. It quickly dissolved into nothing. She cackled silently some more before making her exit out of the tavern. “Boys, am I right?” asked Meliay. “Yep.” Tyria drank the shot in one gulp and slammed it on the table. “Let’s go deal with it.” The two walked over and sat down at the table. The man continued to drink with his head turned away. He was a slightly lighter skin than Tyria. His brown hair was combed neatly to the side and his yellow eyes occasionally darted back and forth between the girls. His armor was a full body leather armor, with some yellow stitching to give it more flair, the same as his eyes. He wore a white shirt underneath and black pants. His shoes were fancy, black leather polished boots. Ones usually reserved for the upper-class. “Lance?” she asked. The man turned away slightly further. “Laaaaaance?” Tyria asked again in a sing-songy voice. The man turned even farther. Tyria then slammed the table hard. “LANCE!” The man coughed on his drink and finally turned to them. “Tyria, Meliay? I didn’t see you guys there.” “Uh-huh…” said Meliay, unamused. “So, any news?” asked Tyria. Lance leaned in close. “The best news. I managed to see the guild master aaaand-” “Annnnnd?” asked Tyria. Lanced slammed a document on the table. “Our first big mission out of town! We’re finally gonna get out of here! All three of us!” Meliay picked up the paper and looked at it, impressed. “Wow, you actually did it! For someone like you, that’s real impressive.” “Yeah, I’m kind of a big deal.” said Lance, picking his nails with his thumb. “So, does that mean I’ll finally get a smile out of the steel-faced lady?” Meliay then shoved the paper in his face. “Don’t push it.” The paper fell back down on the table, Lance’s expression not changing one bit. “Classy.” he said. Tyria then picked up the paper. “30,000 Lyobie! That’s a lot for people like us! What’s the job?” she asked. “Royal escort.” said Lance. “Princess is going to visit a neighboring city and they want us to scout ahead for bandits. Should be simple enough.” “Yes, real simple.” said Meliay. “Yaaaaay!” cried Tyria. “We got our first real mission! I wonder what the outside world looks like!” “Hopefully not more forests.” said Lance. “It’s nice and all, but it gets boring to look at after a while.” “What do you expect out of a little town like ours?” asked Meliay. “Something else, anything else.” said Lance. Tyria slammed the paper on the table. “When?” “6 am tomorrow.” said Lance. He then pointed at the two of them. “Don’t be late! You know how pissy the royal guard gets with late adventurers.” Tyria snickered. “Heh, you said piss.” “I mean it! And stop being so childish!” “Like you’re one to talk.” said Meliay. Lance zipped his lips at Meliay. “Zip it steel-face! I want this more than probably the two of you combined. This is my chance to finally rise up and become a hero of the people.” Meliay crossed her arms. “The dark lord is dead already, not exactly something you can be anymore.” “Well, I should be able to be a hero for someone. Being someone’s personal hero seems cool in its own way, dontcha think?” Tyria stood up. “I’m gonna head off to bed then. I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” Lanced raised his hand at her. “W-Wait! Do you think that maybe after the mission, we could you know… catch a jousting competition together? Maybe drink some tea?” Tyria pondered for a moment “Hmm, I don’t know. Maybe I’ll consider it depending how well the mission goes.” “O-Oh, the mission will go great! For sure, 100%. Nothing bad will happen now till the end of the mission! Yep! Mm-hm!” “Uuuuh, cool!” said Tyria. She gave Lance one last smile before walking off. The two at the table sat silent for a moment. “Smooth dude.” said Meliay. “Shut up, steel-face.” said Lance in a defeated tone, resting his head on his arms. As Tyria passed the bar, she tossed The Barkeep a 100 Lyobie coin. “I’m taking room 11.” The Barkeep saluted her. “K-O!” Tyria walked up the stairs and towards her room. As she opened the door, she couldn’t help but smile. “Hm, Lance, you dork.” She thought that had become a cute guy compared to when they knew each other as kids. She flicked the land on the nightstand, illuminating the firefly bulb and filling the room and a subtle golden light. She took off her armor and hung it on the wall, then changed into the room provided pajamas. Flopping down on the bed, she thought about the mission. “We have a big day tomorrow. I’m so excited!” she said to herself. She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. After a while, out from the darkness of her subconscious, she found herself in a tattered shack. “Huh? Where am I?” she asked herself. “Ah, how nice of you to join me, Tyria Yanah.” said a creepy voice. Tyria rubbed her eyes and saw that the witch she banished from the village, looming over a bubbling cauldron full of boiling water. “You!” Tyria reached for her sword, but found nothing except the pocket of her pajamas. “What?! Where’s my sword?!” “You will not be needing that today. I was never one for violence anyway, as you can tell by today's events.” “What are you planning? Are you gonna hex the town again?!” “Why would I pursue a plan that hasn’t worked with you there. No, what I’m gonna do here is much more personal.” “But why me?” “It didn’t have to be you. But call it a hunch when I believe that you will be able to bring me everything I desire.” “What?! I’d never help you do anything!” “And that is where you will have little choice, girl.” The witch pulled out an ingredient. “Plyast Wheat, to represent the time spent on our very own Earth.” The witch dropped powdered wheat into her cauldron, turning the water into a magical blue color. “Stop!” Tyria tried to grab the witch, but her arms phased right through her. “Syndenell seeds, representative of the ears of humanity!” The witch dropped 10 seeds into the cauldron, causing green spots to appear in the mixture. Tyria looked for a way out. She found a door and bashed through it, only to find that she had entered the exact same room. “How do I get out of here?!” “Crow’s Skull, for the inescapable reminder of death!” The witch dropped the skull into the water, having the blue water combine with black swirls. “Are you planning to poison me?!” shouted Tyria. “No, something much better.” said the witch, paying little attention to her. “Then lastly, the most important part.” The witch pulled out a yellow bottle. “The release of the subject, Tyria Yanah!” “The release…? Wait! Did you manage to get some of my pee?! I know you had some weird hobbies but that’s just gross!” said Tyria with a disgusted expression. “So says you. But to me, it is beautiful.” said the witch. She then popped the cork on the bottle and poured it delicately into the cauldron, turning all the colors gold. “Now finally, the brain of a dream eater, to represent transfer within the world of falsehoods and memories.” She pulled out a brain and plopped it into the cauldron, letting gold color swirl with pink streaks. “Just what are you planning! I swear if you hurt anybody, I will strike you down for good!” said Tyria. “Relax, I said I was not one for violence. This gift is entirely for you.” “What?!” The witch began to chant. “From this day forward, let it be known that after the 10th release, may death come to dear sweet Tyria Yanah. And after each release, may she be reminded of the consequences of ignoring this affliction. All hail Pissect Holdarahma, and thank you for granting this gift. Amen!” “Just what are you-?” Suddenly, the fumes from the cauldron sprouted out like tentacles and grabbed Tyria by the limbs. The curled around tightly against her body, disheveling her shirt and pants, revealing a lot of skin. She blushed in embarrassment and tried her best to escape, but to no avail. “Try to keep still,” said the witch, “This will all be over soon.” Tyria’s eyes widened and the tentacles tightened their grips. The witch began to laugh maniacally as she watched. They curled around her chest, having her breasts extra accentuated against her tight shirt. The even went inside her clothes, curling around bare legs and inch closer to her crotch under her panties. Tyria was red like a beet. “This… is… so… sick!” The tentacle curled tighter, finally squeezing the breath out of her. The witch then suddenly stopped laughing and slammed the side of her cauldron. “Hey!” All the tentacles looked at her as if they had heads. Tyria peeked through one eye while gritting her teeth. “This is amusing and everything, but I ain’t got all day!” the witch said, waving her hand around what was going on. “Hurry up and do what I made you for. I want to be ready for tomorrow.” The tentacles all hung down sadly. “Does this mean you’ll let me go now?” asked Tyria. The tentacles looked at her, then each other. The witch laughed maniacally once more as all the tentacle rushed to her face, forcing the gas into her mouth, nose, and eyes. The laughing got louder and louder and the world became black. Tyria then woke up in a cold sweat. She breathed heavily as she sat up on her bed. Looking around, the room was filled with the morning light. She calmed down as best she could, taking one shallow breath at a time. But once she calmed down, her focus was switched to something else dire. She needed to pee, badly! Much worse than yesterday. “Oh my god!” Tyria said while grasping her crotch as she felt the pee heading down her urethra. She quickly stood up and danced around. Bending over, twisting her legs, clasping both hands on her crotch as hard as she could. Finally, the wave began to fade, but she was still very much desperate. But at least she was able to walk now. “I gotta go to the bathroom!” she said to herself. She quickly shuffled to her door with one hand between her legs. She opened it and looked both ways down the hall. No one out. Good, that meant she could walk with both hands on her crotch without getting weird looks. She closed her door and went down the hall, making every step carefully. The pressure was strong, nothing like has ever felt before. It was almost like someone pressing down the rubber stopper of a syringe. Tyria entered the main area. The place was still closed, meaning that she could walk through with her hand on her crotch. She hurried as fast as she could, but halfway through, she felt another wave. “No no no no!” She had to stop and clench herself tightly. She felt the pee traveling down her urethra, forcing apart her muscles. She danced even harder, hoping to force it back a little longer. After a bit, the pee traveled back into her overfilled bladder, feeling like filling a balloon close to bursting. She took a few quick breaths before making the rest of her way to the bathroom. Upon entering, she gave a tiny yelp as she quickly moved her hands away from her crotch. There stood one girl, who had clearly just woken up, standing in front of the sinks. Tyria in her desperate frenzied mind thought it would be appropriate to start small talk. “H-Hey.” she said. The girl turned to her with a bored expression and said, “hi…” before turning back to the stalls. The two waited for what felt like a couple minutes, with Tyria shuffling ever so slightly to conceal her desperation. Suddenly, another wave came, much stronger than the last two. It immediately reached near the end of her pee hole, making her start screaming internally. She crossed her legs as tightly as she could, making them shiver with strain, but it was to no avail. The wave was too strong to handle with just her legs alone. She needed her hand, but she didn’t want to pee dance in front of this girl. The pee was coming closer and closer, until… a toilet flushed. After a bit, another lady left the stall and began washing her hands. The girl in line took the stall. Then just as the lady washing her hands left the room, Tyria went into full panic mode. Crossing legs, hands pressed on crotch tightly, her entire body doubling over to keep every ounce of pee inside her body. “Come on! Stop, stop, stooooop!” she quietly squealed. Despite her best efforts, a tiny drop managed to snake its way out of her pee hole, dampening her panties slightly. Luckily, the wave stopped pushing, but she couldn’t force the pee back into her bladder anymore. She had to hold and dance full time to have any chance of making it. Why did she need to pee this badly? She only had one shot of beer before going to bed. It couldn’t have caused this. Was it something else? Maybe the hex was still active. But no, then it wouldn’t just be her. And what was that dream of the witch? Sure, dreams didn’t make sense all the time, but this one felt real. What did she mean by the 10 releases? And why would she die if she fulfilled each one? What was this affliction she was given? All these questions made Tyria lose focus. The pee petered out and leaked all over her panties. Tyria gasped and held on for dear life. She didn’t make any sudden movements as she stood still, holding her crotch, crossing her legs, shivering with strain. Then, the toilet flushed. The relief being so close made Tyria leak again. It felt so close to dampening her pajamas, and out of everything, she didn’t want to pay the laundering fee. The girl from before popped out from the stall unexpectedly, startling Tyria. She tried her best to act cool with her hands at her side and legs only moderately crossed. The girl looked at her weird and exited the stall. Tyria moved to take the stall, but as she took a step forward, another leak got out. So forcefully that she could hear it stream into her panties. She hoped beyond hope that the girl didn’t hear it also as she entered the stall, closing and locking the door quickly. She quickly pulled out every trick she knew to hold in her pee. Her legs twisted around each other twice, she arched her back to give her hands as much pressure as possible, and she clenched her teeth, feeling as if clenching every muscle would help hold it in. It was of no use. A single drop came out, making Tyria curl up a bit. Then another drip, making Tyria curl up some more. Then there was a spurt. Enough pee escaped to have a wet spot appear on the pajamas. No matter how much she danced, she could feel the rest on its way. “No! Stop!” she squealed. The big one was coming. She could feel her urethra expanding to let it all out. She then looked at the toilet. It was all or nothing now. She ripped her pajamas and panties down, spurting a bit more pee on the floor before finally planting herself down on the porcelain throne. As the pee rushed out of her, she felt the fatigue and stress wash away from her body. She sighed and breathed heavily. This relief was nothing like she ever experienced. It was kind of… exciting? No, that didn’t sound right. She couldn’t quite think of the word for it. But one thing was for sure, it felt good. Tyria peed for what felt like a 1 minute and 20 seconds. As the stream petered out and the last few drops hit the water below her, a strange shrill began ringing in her ears. Her vision became fuzzy and her head started spinning. All of the sudden, her body collapsed on the toilet. Fully limp, she felt as her heart stopped beating and the world around her started to warp. A vision came to her head. The south of town, the mountains, a city, strange woods, waterfalls, then a strange whirlpool glowing with blue magical energy. “The mystic waters will relieve any and all.” said a chorus of mysterious voices. Tyria was whipped back to her body and she gave a huge gasp. She curled over and started coughing into her fist. She felt her heartbeat revving back up and she felt like she was about to throw up. She quickly flushed her toilet, put her pajamas back on, then burst out and looked at herself in the mirror. She was as pale as a ghost and sweating a stream from her head. She continued to breath hard as she tried to fully grasp the situation. She turned on the sink and splashed her face with water, then splashed some down on her pants for good measure, maybe it would look like she spilled a drink or something. After a bit, she had to get out of there. She walked quickly out of the bathroom and made her way through the main area of the Tavern. There she ran into The Barkeep, groggily making her way across the room. She stretched. “Hmmm-Mmm! Hiya, Tyria. How are you today?” “I-I’m fine!” she said sporadically before heading back upstairs. “You sure? You kinda look like hammered shit.” “Uh… bad stomach. Should be good now.” “Okay, if you say so. See you later, I guess.” “Mm-hm.” Tyria made her way down the hall and back inside her room. She went over to her armor and ripped open her travel pack, pulled out a map, and placed it on the table. She took out her pencil and marked her hometown, Kinida. This is where she is now. Then she drew a line to the nearest mountains south of Kinida, The Dragon Back Mountains. Then drew a line to the nearest south city of the mountains, Garmberland City. Then she looked everywhere for waterfalls. “Waterfalls, waterfalls. Come on!” Her pencil wandered the map until she came across something interesting. “Mushroom falls.” she said. It was a tourist destination that she always dreamed of going to. A huge rock pillar sprouting up to the sky in which a large volcanic underwater body sprouts directly from the center of it. It’s full of hot sediment, so as the geyser spews, the larger the rock formation gets over the years resembling a mushroom as the water rolls off the side. Tyria hastily marked it with her pencil, labeling it as her destination. Next was to put into words what happened. “I went pee, and… I think I died for a little bit.” she said to herself. The phrase still shocked her a bit. “That curse must’ve been true. Curse that witch!” She drew ten circles at the corner of the map and crossed off one of them. Then she wrote while saying, “If I pee 9 more times, I will die for real.” She looked at her map, somewhat shocked. The situation didn’t feel real. It was frightening her to her core, yet it also felt really stupid. “I’ll die if I pee 9 more times?! That’s just ridiculous! Just what is this stupid witch into?!” Tyria looked once more at the mushroom falls and wrote next to it, “Cure???”. She may know the history of the mushroom falls, but a magical blue whirlpool? She’s never heard of that before. But based on the vision she had when she died, that was her only chance. “No more drinks, no more water. I’ll need all the time I can get.” She quickly stripped off her pajamas, put on new panties, and put on her armor. She quickly made her way out of the Tavern. Just as she barged through the front doors, a voice called out to her. “So you made it, Tyria.” said Meliay. “Much earlier than I expected too. Shall we head off. Tyria hesitated. She couldn’t tell Meliay that she was cursed by such a ridiculous spell. Oh yeah, if I pee too much, I’ll die! Sounds so stupid even just thinking about it. She had to get out of this. “S-Sorry, Meliay. I can’t. Um… something came up and I’ll have to head south.” she tried to explain. “Huh? What came up?” “Something… real bad. I have to head south immediately. Hopefully I can make it in time.” Meliay got serious. “Tyria, I know something is up. You can tell me, I’m your friend.” “It’s just… something very personal. N-Not even I know the details that much.” “Stop avoiding the truth!” said Meliay, shaking Tyria by the shoulders. “I’m not an idiot, you can tell me!” “S-Stop!” shouted Tyria, shoving Meliay. She then backed away quickly. “L-Look just… split the Lyobie 15,000 to 15,000. I can’t make it.” “What?! Tyria!” “DON’T follow me!” Tyria turned around and walked away quickly. She felt herself on the verge of tears. Of course she would love to Meliay to help her on her journey. But with how ridiculous the curse was, there was no way Meliay would believe her. Plus her pride also somewhat got in the way for the curse’s same ridiculousness. Meliay would hold this over her head for the rest of her life. Tyria came back to reality, hearing footsteps beside her. She looked to see Meliay walking at her side. She jumped away and pointed at her. “Hey! I said don’t follow me!” “Well, I don’t listen to people who are clearly distressed and need help.” said Meliay, crossing her arms. “I don’t need your help!” said Tyria, quickly walking away. Meliay was quite taken aback. “Wow, okay…uuum.” She ran to catch up with Tyria. “I told you to stop following me!” shouted Tyria. “I will as soon as you tell me what’s going on!” “Nothing is going on!” “Then why are you leaving?!” “Nothing!” Tyria went into a slight jog. Meliay quickly caught back up with her, also in a slight jog. “Tyria, seriously? You and I both know I’m the better runner.” “Shut up!” Tyria went into a run. Meliay ran up to her side, not even panting. “Come on Tyria, tell me what’s up.” “You know Lance is gonna take all the Lyobie all for himself.” “He can have it, friends come first.” Tyria growled and broke into a full sprint. “Just stop following me, okay!” Meliay caught up with her in no time. “I’ve read too many novels to know you’re hiding something. Just tell me what it is and we can approach this problem together.” “I’ll call the guards! I’ll have ‘em take you in for stalking!” “The town's too small, so all the guards know us at least somewhat personally. Good luck trying to get that to stick.” Tyria closed her eyes and held the side of her head. “Augh! Just leave me alone!” “Never!” shouted back Meliay. Tyria started to yell as she ran, heading straight towards the south gate, off to adventure!
  7. Hi guys. I have finally decided to open omorashi story commissions. I would love to write for you all but also support myself in some financial crunch. I can pen a story about: female pee desperation and male pee desperation. What I don't do: Messing, Scat, Furries My prices are as follows: Base price - $20 for 2500 +/- 200 words. There after - $10 for every 1000 +/- 200 words . Please DM me if you're interested.
  8. Let me take you to a college a fictional one of course it’s a peculiar college. Its name is omoveristy its name doesn’t lie as it is the home of many wettings and even a few messings. See it’s because it holds a monthly piss-holding contest between students. Winning this contest grants 100 dollars to the winner and the whole thing is recorded and posted to the college forum but students have relief that what happens in the college stays in the college. Additionally, students can challenge one another to both piss and crap-holding contests and can even place their own bets for whoever wins but other than the mentioned changes the college is a pretty normal college. The rules are as follows: no fighting no performing bodily functions in public. Unless it’s in a holding contest or on the wetting floor. No bullying sadly this rule gets broken almost every day no alcohol or drugs and no stealing or vandalism. Reigning within the college bounds was Alisha the school bully. She was big as a man and stronger the most of the people at the campus. However she doesn’t use her strength to dominate rather she uses her bladder. Yes she often challenges the smaller students she meets to pee holding contests. She’s always won these contests and never had an accident this is where Ezra the Femboy comes in. Ezra was a small peculiar student very secretive the only thing students knew. Was his inclination for the feminine and love for cross dressing. Many thought him to be gay but this is not true in fact he was the only straight crossdresser in the whole city. One day the two happened to meet see Alisha just so happened to be shopping in the women’s store. When she saw Ezra walking in she decided to block him from entering. “Girls look the loser wants to shop on our territory” said Alisha. “Let me through please” said ezra “Only if you can beat me in a pee holding contest” said Alisha. “Why don't I join in and spice things up” said one of Alisha's accomplices. “Okay fine I'll do it but if I win you have to lay off everyone in this campus” said Ezra. “It's on and rules are as follows one spurting is allowed but if it lasts more then three seconds your out. Two if any of you lose you have to hold your pee in front of the entire college until you wet yourself. Three we will drink a big glass of water every half hour” said Alisha. The contest was on and they all headed toward the pee-holding stage. Alisha was not used to this type of contest it was three people rather then one. Ezra was quiet and simply followed not wanting to get beat up. What happens next is up to you the reader A Ezra chickens out and runs away. B Alisha tries to get Ezra to wet. C her friend reveals that they are being recorded.
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    The game is basically renpy remake of classic Melissa endures it all html game with some new features. You can choose one of 3 girls and go on a date with her. There are lots of ways to make the date more interesting and if you'll play your cards well she can even invite you to her house for juicy endgame. This game is in beta state so it probably contains lots of bugs and some of them can ruin your save, so keep that in mind and please let me know about any potential issues (traceback would be appreciated). Anyway, I hope that you'll have fun! (also, sorry about my shitty english) Original game
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  10. I've been trying to find some more inspiration (and generally just... Arousing material) involving extreme desperation. If any of you use pixiv you'll probably know about the "holding it in forever" tag? And SomTT's comics? Yeah stuff like that! I've been really searching for more but it seems It's died down. I'm trying to contribute to it myself but I can only do so much (especially with how slow my progress is at times). I was wondering if any of you know about any artists or pages with extreme desperation content, hyper bladder and endless holding... Anything of the sort?
  11. i always imagine the genius like Ratio couldn't hold his peeing and caught by someone while leaking🥵🥵🥵 draw it now!
  12. So I got some time home alone again, and decided to do another hold. I wanted to do a rapid desperation hold again, but this time I would keep holding until I lost control. I put on a basic pair of tight, white boxer briefs, and got started with the preparation. One thing I decided to do this time around was to listen to background audio from my earphones. I decided to put on city ambiance in order to immerse myself with the feeling that I'm somewhere in public. The sounds were extremely authentic, as if someone had just left a microphone running somewhere near Central Park. The conversations that I would overhear also sounded very authentic and were perfect for the immersion. When I started the hold, things felt a bit different. Normally, I would not have to pee until about twenty minutes into the hold, but this time my bladder was already sending signals that it was full after only about five minutes. This surprised me, but nonetheless, I stayed put and kept holding. Occasionally, I would get up and walk around pretending that I'm walking around the city, but sometimes I would also sit down pretending I'm sitting on a bench. Fifteen minutes into the hold I would get a cup of water and drink it. Afterwards, I went and sat down feeling a very strong urge to go. I'm not sure why this happened this time, but my urge skyrocketed from like a 1/10 to a 7/10. At around 20 minutes, my bladder was already pulsing and contracting, begging to let all the pee out. I continued squirming around in my seat and fighting these waves of desperation, occasionally getting up to walk around with a very silly limp. At 30 mins, I would go get another cup of water. I slowly had to walk there and fill it up. Hearing the glass fill up with water was a pain. I so desperately wanted to give up and just let everything flow out of me, but alas, I was doomed to hold it till the end. After drinking the water, things only got worse from there. I would occasionally have to squeeze myself to not let everything go. The waves were getting very strong and it took everything to not let go. I was imagining myself outside like this and how people would definitely notice how badly I needed to go. At 45 mins I would go and get my last glass of water. I had to very slowly traverse my way there, bending over to hold myself every now and then to prevent a MASSIVE flood from escaping. After drinking the water, things only got 100 times worse. I felt like my urge was at like a 15/10. It felt like it had reached levels that shouldn't even be possible to achieve, but here I was. Standing, sometimes walking around, constantly clenching my muscles. A few seconds after I would get the water, I finally started to leak. The first leak escaped as a small dribble that my muscles just weren't able to hold back no matter how hard I tried. The ones that followed were no different. I suppose this is what people mean sometimes by "overfilled bladder." My bladder itself was now feeling a constant contraction. One that felt like it was never going away, and the only thing stopping my pee from coming out were my tired muscles clenching. The front of my underwear was already visibly wet from all the leaks and there was a noticeable wet stain around my tip area. Things continued this way until about the 50 minute mark until I froze and stood still. This is where the constant contraction had reached a massive extreme, and my muscles finally gave out. Pee shot out of me at a massive rate with a very powerful and audible hiss and the front of my underwear became completely drenched within seconds. I stood there in defeat as the pee just kept flowing out of me. Fighting the stream was completely futile, as my muscles were just completely gone at this point. I had no choice but to stand there in bliss and enjoy the relief. I stood there wetting myself for about 2 minutes maybe. Eventually, the stream ended and I just stood there for a bit, caressing myself and examining the damage until, eventually, more pee just started spilling out of me for like another 30 seconds. I stood there and wet my already wet clothes for a bit, and then I finally cleaned everything up. Afterwards, I got dressed in a different pair of clothes, and sat down to start writing this.
  13. “Did you hear that you’re meant to drink like 4l of water per day?”, said Emily on the walk to the station after college. “Jeez, is it really that much? 2.5l I can understand, but 4?”, replied Jaqueline, her childhood friend turned college classmate. “Yeah, it seems that way. It seems like a lot, but it would make sense for summer, maybe it goes down in the winter since you don’t sweat as much?” “Well, do you wanna try and do it together?” “What, drink more water?” “Yeah, we can make a routine out of it. If we both agree to drink a litre of water every 4 hours, we can work together and make sure we’re both on top of it.” “That sounds like a good idea, do you wanna make it into a challenge?” “Eh…? What do you mean by a challenge?” “If we both agree to drink that much, but we only use the bathroom as often as we usually do. That would be a real challenge, more than just increasing my water intake.” “That does sound like quite the challenge, but I also don’t know if being uncomfortable all day at college is a good idea. How often do you even go on a normal day?”, asked Jaqueline, used to her friend having a stronger bladder than her. Sometimes it almost seemed like she *wanted* to be desperate, with how often she put off bathroom breaks. “I always go when I wake up, then once at lunchtime, and when I finish classes, then I usually go before bed, but that’s about it. Sometimes if it’s really bad, I’ll go again in an emergency, but usually that’s only when I have too much tea.” “Wow… you’ve got a strong bladder, I usually go nearly double the amount of times. But I don’t usually hold it until I’m frantic like you do sometimes. But if you really wanna try it, I’ll accept your challenge.” “Oh goodie, I think a competitor will make it fun! Let’s start next Monday, alright? Make sure you’ve got a big water bottle by then~” —————————————————————————————————————————— 3 days later, Monday had arrived. Jaqueline awoke to a full bladder, as usual, and remembered it was the start of their challenge. It was a cool spring day, and they both had a lot of classes ahead of them, they’d be starting at 9am and not finishing until 5. She felt her bladder complaining, but she didn’t rush to the toilet just yet, she only had 4 or 5 bathroom breaks allowed today so she knew she had to make them count. Instead, she walked to her wardrobe and chose her clothes. Bladder Gauge: 70% (max:120%) What should Jaqueline wear? Choose one of each of the 3 categories. Panties: A. Her favourite panties, she loves them but they’re tight! She’s had them for a long time, but they’re getting dangerously close to being too small now. (Effect: it’s harder to hold it, and she gets desperate faster due to the extra pressure.) B. White panties, they’re white so they’ll stain if she leaks. (Effect: She’ll try to hold it harder, and can usually last a bit longer, but she won’t consider peeing outside in case they get wet.) C. Naughty panties, with these, she’s more likely to feel like doing naughty things. (Effect: more lewd things happen, and she’s more likely to get into naughty scenarios with the other characters.) Clothes: A. Tight jeans and a long sleeved shirt, they’re stylish and professional looking, but they’re tight especially with a belt! (Effect: Same as the tight panties, but the impact stacks, and if both are worn she might struggle to get them off if she’s in a rush to pee.) B. Loose skirt and short t-shirt, they’re easy on the bladder and it’s easier to take a leak outside like this. (Effect: Easier to hold it once her bladder is full, as it’s not so tight, and the skirt makes it easier to relieve yourself away from a toilet.) C. School uniform, it isn’t required at her college, so only those who diligently follow rules would wear it. (Effect: less likely to break rules, won’t pee during class time, or consider relieving herself outside.) Once she’s dressed, how should Jaqueline handle her bladder? A. Relieve herself normally and continue her day. B. Hold it in, and try to go to college without going, and save your first bathroom break for when you’re more desperate. C. Try to relieve herself, but be unable to before college: Ci: She doesn’t get to pee before her first class. Cii: She can’t pee at home, but she gets to go before class. —————————————————————————————————————————— Emily wakes up half an hour later, feeling comfortable even though she wants to pee, but she’s a lot thirstier than she expected and doesn’t have a huge amount of time. Her first port of call is to drink a glass of water, and take a shower, but she doesn’t use the bathroom straight away, the slight pressure feels kinda good, and it’ll feel even better when she’s desperate. After showering, she goes to get dressed, before getting ready for college quickly and eating her breakfast. She only has a few minutes before she needs to rush to the train station, what should she do? Bladder Gauge: 50% (max:150%) Hydration since last bathroom break: 250ml You need to choose her panties and clothes (same choices as Jaqueline), and one of the following: A. Relieve herself quickly, then go to college. B. Relieve herself quickly, and drink a couple of glasses of water before leaving for college. C. Hold it in, and drink some more before college. D. Hold it in but don’t drink any more, and wait to make better use of her bathroom break at college. [It’s been a long time since I released a story I wrote, and after reading a lot of interactive recently I was inspired to try and create my own. I have a rough idea of where it’s going to go, but depending on your choices it’ll change what happens. The two girls are 19 and 20 respectively. (J, then E) I look forward to writing the next part with your choices!] - Author’s note
  14. I asked a Brazilian girl to drink water normally but only go to the toilet when she absolutely could not hold it anymore and film herself on the toilet peeing as hard as she could one I asked her to show her peephole out of curiosity Nudity warning if it bothers ya VID-20231121-WA0159.mp4 VID-20231121-WA0160.mp4 VID-20231121-WA0158.mp4 VID-20231121-WA0157.mp4 VID-20231121-WA0156.mp4
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    Luz invited Amity over to hang out and have some tea together, unfortunately Amity didn't count just how many cups of it she had and soon her bladder is beginning to fill up and unfortunately for her she's too shy to excuse herself to use the bathroom infront of Luz. So Amity decides to play it cool with her and keeps drinking more and more tea which is filling her bladder up to it's absolute limit.
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    The order of the wettings are 1-4 will be from 【東方MMD】東方キャラが我慢してる時の顔 1: 2: 3: 4: 5-12 will be from 【東方MMD】東方キャラが我慢してる時の顔2 5: 6: 7: 8: 9: 10: 11: 12:
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  18. Yes. The Pixar character Kate is actually from the animated film: Inner Workings. Thanks to Mr. Omo for the art

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  19. I decided today was going to be a good day for a hold. I got the inspiration to do that thanks to two friends on Discord that did holds before. (Hi jellyfish! Hi Starry!) And well, I just did a holding session and wanted to record myself when I let go. I also had a few people DM me in Discord with challenges and words of encouragement (I love y'all, you know who you are! <3) I got a video of what happened. You can hear my moans of ecstasy and how much I peed. I hope you enjoy this video as much as I did peeing in that grad cylinder! ^u^ Now, if you'll excuse me, I have another growing need I have to take care of ❤️ -With love, a very desperate Sanae. 20221009_225102.mp4
  20. View File Aaa wetting scenes The order of the wettings are 1-4 will be from 【東方MMD】東方キャラが我慢してる時の顔 1: 2: 3: 4: 5-12 will be from 【東方MMD】東方キャラが我慢してる時の顔2 5: 6: 7: 8: 9: 10: 11: 12: Submitter Vbucks Submitted 04/06/2024 Category Female  
  21. Hi everyone! I've finally managed to gather up enough motivation to write again, and decided I'd do a little series. I got the main idea from a piece of artwork by Aoi Kurage that I really like and tried to adapt it to my own style. The first chapter doesn't have a whole lot of action going on, but there will be plenty later on (If I can actually find the motivation to write the rest haha). But for now, enjoy and let me know what you think! Chapter One Hi, my name's August; a 20 year-old college student whose boring life has taken a turn with a strange device I recently got my hands on. Here's how it all began. I normally don't wear glasses. My eyesight is, and has always been, absolutely perfect. Call it genetics, or believe the common myth about carrots improving eyesight or something else. But since about a week ago, I started wearing a pair of glasses. They're fairly generic looking; simple rectangular plastic frames, medium size, dark blue color. They don't alter my eyesight at all; their primary purpose seems to be to filter out harmful wavelengths of light from things like computer screens. However, they make you see everything in a very slight yellowish tone; since they're meant to filter out the blue light. Other than that, they look nothing special. But they are. Let's rewind the clocks by one week. I was sitting by myself having lunch on the school cafeteria as usual, when I saw a girl walk past me with quick steps, almost to the point of running. My attention inadvertently diverted towards her, as I noticed her walking with her thighs somewhat tightly pressed. She hastily walked towards the ladies' room on the other side of the cafeteria and stopped by the door. She did a small, barely noticeable bob up and down while she opened the door, and disappeared into the bathroom with the same urgency in her steps. That little scene had piqued my interest quite a bit. So much so, in fact, that I must have zoned out for a moment, as I caught myself staring blankly after the girl for at least a few seconds. "I saw that." I suddenly snapped out of it when a different girl stopped by my table with those words, almost as if she had appeared from thin air. Her long hair inadvertently brushing up against my back was the first thing I had noticed. I turned my head to the side to take a better look. In front of me stood a girl with a rather unique appearance. She seemed to be around my age, maybe plus or minus a year. Even with me sitting and her standing, she stood only slightly taller than me—though that could have been because she was somewhat leaning over towards me as well. She had on her face a smile that, if I'm being honest, looked a bit awkward—yet still quite sweet, actually. Her figure was very very skinny, and her skin looked pale, though combined with the contrast of her long, straight dark hair that was partially dyed a dark shade of purple towards the tips, suited her exceptionally well. She was dressed in a rather original way; a small, not overly pretentious black choker, a pair of small skull-shaped earrings, a silver chain belt around her waist that surrounded an above-the knee black skirt, black and purple thigh-highs, a tight-fitting purple top with some black on it, all complete with a black denim-ish jacket with the sleeves folded up. "Can I sit here?" She asked while I wasn't quite yet finished looking at her outfit and started figuring out if I knew her from somewhere; maybe we had a class or two together? "Uh... sure, go ahead." I replied. She walked around the table and sat across me, continuing to make eye contact for a few more seconds. As I was about to say something along the lines of 'can I help you'?, she spoke first. "I saw that." "I'm sorry, do I know you?" "Probably not, we've got a few classes together, but we've never met. I'm Mireille." She extended her right hand forward for a handshake. Her wrist and fingers were as slim and delicate as the rest of her figure. I was still confused by and very slightly annoyed at her directness, but hey, we could always use a little more social interaction, right? Why not. "Nice to meet you, my name's August." I replied, shaking her hand. "I saw how you looked at that girl." The girl certainly did not waste any time, huh. My first reaction as a guy that was caught staring was, of course, to play dumb. "Umm... what girl?" Mireille stayed silent and kept making direct eye contact with the same sweet-awkward smile on her face, as if to say 'just admit it'. I'm generally a fairly forthcoming person when it comes to these things, so I didn't push much further. "Okay, she was cute, I suppose," I replied. Technically, I wasn't lying. "Excuse me, but why are you asking?" I added with slight annoyance in my voice. "She went to the bathroom." "Okay, and?" "She seemed in a hurry, too." "Yeah?" "Bet she had to pee." "I'm sorry, what are you getting at?" "Could it maaaaybe be that that got your interest?" Mireille leaned slightly more forward with each question, until her face was all the way to about halfway to the middle of the table. After each sentence, while waiting for my answer, that same sweet-awkward smile would be on her face. I did not answer the last one, as, frankly, I had absolutely no idea how to. After what felt like an eternity of silent eye contact where I was still contemplating how to answer to any of that, or whether I should just call her a weirdo and leave, she spoke again. "I'm going to give you something—a present, but you HAVE to promise you won't show it to anyone, or freak out, okay?" At this point, I would take anything to change the subject. "What is it?" Mireille rummaged in her bag for a few seconds, before taking out a rectangular plastic box. She opened it and handed the contents to me. It was a pair of ordinary-looking glasses—the ones I was describing before—with simple rectangle frames, slightly yellow-ish lenses, dark blue color. The only unusual things about them were two very small buttons on the right side of the pair, right behind the small screws that connected the lenses to the temple. At first glance, they looked like they were there for purely cosmetic purposes, however. "Thanks, but I don't really wear glasses." I let out a small awkward laugh. "Look towards the line at the cafeteria register. Put the glasses on. Try not to freak out. Act natural, okay?" She seemed excited. I noticed as I hesitantly grabbed the glasses that the lenses of the pair she was wearing also had the same yellowish color as the ones she handed to me, only with a different frame—hers were larger, round and more feminine. I looked at her with questioning eyes for a few seconds, and put the glasses on. She was right. It took all my willpower simply not to gasp. I was not sure what I was seeing was some form of advanced science, or straight up magic, but it sure as hell wasn't normal. The cafeteria line had a total of seven people. Four female, three male. The latter three looked completely normal; however, the four girls had something unusual appear on their lower abdomen. I could see what I quickly identified to be their bladders through their clothes and skin—not as a perfectly anatomically correct X-ray, but more as a simplified version, while still staying relatively accurate, with the contents of the bladder also visible. Not only that, but also on the side of their body, there was a gauge that I quickly identified was showing the fullness level of their bladder, from zero to one hundred percent, and a number that showed how much liquid they were holding. I kept looking around in awe with the glasses on, as all the girls I saw through the lenses had the same effect, with various levels of fullness. For most of them, the number on the meter was around ten to twenty percent, which I assumed must have been a fairly comfortable level. A pair of girls sitting two tables to the left of ours had forty and fifty percent on theirs, with both of them sitting with crossed legs. One girl in the cafeteria line even had eighty percent; she was standing in line with her hips occasionally swaying from side to side, but still sipping on the large plastic cup of coffee in her hand. Looking around, I noticed the door to the ladies' restroom open, and the girl that desperately dashed in there a few minutes ago came out, looking noticeably relieved. The glasses confirmed it, showing a nice and comfortable six percent. I was way too into this. For a few minutes, I had even forgotten where I was, or where I had gotten the glasses from, or who was sitting across me. I just kept looking around, matching people's fullness levels with the subtle cues from their body language; a leg cross on a fifty-five percent girl sitting by herself a few tables away, another one in a group of five girls excusing herself to go to the toilet as her meter hit an uncomfortable sixty-five, yet another girl rushing through the crowd towards the ladies' room with small and urgent steps with an alarming ninety-one percent. "Enjoying yourself?" Mireille once again snapped me out of it. "There's a few more things you might wanna know." She reached her hand and pressed one of the buttons on the side of the glasses. "That's the on/off button, useful if you need to lend the glasses to someone, or just take a break. Take a look again." The bladder gauges had now completely disappeared. "What about the other button?" I asked. "Oh, that one's the gender filter; in case you wanna see guys too, or both at the same time." "Sweet." I replied, getting ready to turn the glasses back on again. "But where did you get these? And more importantly, why are you giving them to me?" "Good questions," Mireille thought for a second. "I guess you could call me some sort of an inventor... I made these glasses myself." "How?" "I'm afraid that's a secret for now," she smiled playfully and winked. "But I can tell you why." "Go on," I was getting curious. "These glasses... No matter what I do, they won't work on the user themselves," Her shoulders fell. "Try it. reverse the gender filter and look below at your own tummy." I did, and indeed, they did not show anything. "So, if I understand correctly, you are looking for someone to use these glasses on you?" "Precisely." "But again, why?" "That's a little more complicated and umm... slightly embarrassing..." Mireille averted her gaze, but was still smiling. "You see, I'm a girl with a small frame, and umm... I think it's best if you took a look yourself." She stood up and pointed at the glasses I was wearing. I flipped the gender filter back to female and looked at her lower abdomen. "It is... ninety-five percent and you're only holding three hundred and seventy milliliters?" "This is fairly close to my maximum capacity and... as you can see..." She blushed as she quickly sat down and crossed her legs tightly. "I'm really struggling right now..." "So you wanted to learn how much you could potentially hold?" "Yes, but not only that..." Mireille shuffled in her seat, pausing for a moment to regain her composure. "...but I need your help to help me hold more." "How?" "In exchange for the ownership and free use of these glasses, I would like you to occasionally observe me as I hold my pee and record data such as my capacity and fullness, hopefully longer and longer every try. Think of it as training." Mireille paused and glanced at the bathroom door. She bit her lower lip momentarily, before she smiled and continued. " What do you say?" I still couldn't believe this whole exchange wasn't a weird dream, but hey, what did I have to lose? I'd get to use the glasses whenever I wanted to, and helping her sounded quite fun as well. "Okay, I'll do it." "Great," Mireille replied almost right away. She hastily handed me the plastic case for the glasses, along with a piece of paper, and slowly and steadily stood up. Her left hand instinctively darted towards her crotch for a split second, but she managed to stop it at her inner thigh, gripping tightly. A quick glance with the glasses showed her at ninety-eight percent, at about three hundred and ninety milliliters. "Here's my phone number, we will have to discuss the details some other time, because really don't think I can hold it much longer..." "I can see that," I replied with a chuckle. "Nice to meet you, Mireille." Mireille could not answer, as she had already made her way towards the ladies' room—she could only smile at me for a second, before dashing towards the restroom door. Right before she entered, I could have sworn I saw the meter hit one hundred percent. First thing I did after that, with a stupid smirk on my face, was pinch myself really hard a few times to make really sure this wasn't a dream, because it certainly still felt like one. I took a deep sigh, took the glasses off, and placed them in the case. That was enough fun for the day; there would be plenty more opportunities to use my new toy in the upcoming days... End of Chapter One
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    Brazilian girl was challanged to drink 1l and hold it for as long as possible. a lot of holding and pee in the toilet
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