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  1. The point of this thread is to post commissions you've bought. I'll start with mine and will continue to upload in the future. Please don't forget to credit your Artists >:c Artist: https://www.pixiv.net/users/28169126 Artist: https://www.pixiv.net/users/28169126 Artist: [email protected]
  2. i finished this quite some time ago! took a couple of months, but a 10k word fanfiction commission for @aumonier95! thank you again! ------------------------ It’s been quite a long day at work. Nancy was in the break room, finishing up her lunch of a simple cold-cut sandwich and sipping the last of her coffee. It was her third coffee of the day, as she had been very tired earlier. As she exited the break room, she felt a little something in her abdomen: a need to pee. However, it was quite manageable, and she didn’t feel as though she could not hold it. She was a woman in her mid-forties, so of course she was gonna be able to hold it. Her obsidian-colored high heels click-clacked the linoleum floor as she briskly walked back to her cubicle. She had some filing to do, and a lot of it. She worked a simple office job at a desk, and primarily did data input. Her job requires her to do a lot of work revolving around numbers, estimations, and mainly, filing. Today, she was set to file tons of estimations and calculate some stuff for her boss. It needed to be done as soon as possible, so she knew she had to sit down and do as much as possible and try to finish it before clocking out. She sighed as she plopped into her rolling leather chair and retrieved the manilla file folder that contained the papers. As she spread them out, she remembered how she should have taken a quick trip to the bathroom, but figured it could wait until after her filing. As said before, it needed to be done as soon as possible. The papers seemed simple enough to do. She typed on her computer, shuffled the papers, and worked diligently. She continued this for an hour. After around an hour, her bladder gave her a dull pang to remind her of the fluid residing within it. However, she deliberately chose to ignore this, and continued her estimations and filing of papers. It had been an hour of nonstop work, but she still had tons to do. She was not even halfway done. The bathroom could wait for sure. Another hour had passed, and the fullness within her abdomen gradually increased. Not to a level where she needed to rush to the toilet or anything like that, but enough to make her mind drift to it from time to time. As she was halfway through her second hour of working on the filing and number processes, she heard people conversing around her. Nancy was typically not one to eavesdrop, but she could not ignore it, as they were talking rather loudly about a local topic. “Did you hear about the train strike?” a female coworker said to a male coworker. “Man, that sucks. The trains are gonna take forever, it feels,” said the male coworker. In this country, there were frequent train strikes, as the workers felt they were overworked and were not paid enough. Nobody ever did anything about these strikes, however employees left their conductor and train-esque jobs frequently due to them. The lone workers took their sweet time with the trains, and instead of a train arriving every fifteen minutes, like it usually would, they arrived every two hours. Due to this, her train would be delayed. She groaned inwardly at that fact. She just wanted to go home; she was tired and had grown tired of filing and calculating. She still had a bit more to go. She was finally more than halfway done with her work, then she could clock out and head home. The home that had grown from one hour away to three hours. She impatiently tapped her foot against the shaggy carpet beneath her computer desk as she filed away. Nancy wanted to go and use the bathroom, but she was practically glued to her chair as she worked. After another hour, she was finally done with the work she had to do. She neatly stacked the papers, saved her work on her computer, and put the papers in the file folder. As she stood up for the first time in over three hours, legs and butt aching, she felt the pressure in her bladder increase a tremendous amount. It was definitely manageable when sitting down, but now that gravity had affected her, it was a different story this time around. She felt her need increase from a dull ache to an almost painful throbbing. She sighed. Her heels did not clack on the floor this time, for the office area was mainly carpeted. She took steady steps towards her boss’s office, and gave a light rap on the wooden door. “Come in,” a voice from within peered out. One hand with the files, another on the knob, she turned the doorknob and gently pushed open. There her boss sat at his massive desk, the papers he was working on array and the computer glowing on his face. The day was overcast, and while there were ample fluorescent lights, the computer screen seemed to lighten up the room threefold. “Hello, sir. I have finished those documents and estimations you told me to do,” Nancy spoke as she closed the door behind her and approached his desk. “Excellent! You are such a hard worker. I really appreciate it,” the boss said as Nancy handed him the file folder. He grabbed it diligently, turned in his swiveling chair, and deposited it into a drawer full of similar (but differently marked tabs) file folders. Upon doing so, he rotated back to face her once more. “Is that all you wanted me to do today, sir?” Nancy asked. “Yes. You did great. I will be sure to review these and contact you in the morning in case you need to fix anything. You may leave now. Have a wonderful night, Nancy.” They smiled at each other. Nancy was a very diligent worker, and always knew what she was doing. She was sure there were no errors or anything she would have had to fix. She never had to. She turned and again opened the door, then exited and closed it quietly behind her. She sighed once more, this time in relief, as soon as the door closed. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and made her way to the room in which you clock in and out for your day’s work. As she punched out, she had totally forgotten she had a bladder filled with three coffee’s worth of urine inside of her. Coffee does not typically go right through her, as she was accustomed to the caffeine, however it did occasionally increase her need to urinate. She was exhausted, and knew she had a long train ride ahead of her. She got herself a free small coffee, and headed out the door with her briefcase in one hand and a very small cup of coffee in the other. As she walked briskly to the station and carefully sipped her coffee, as the liquid hit her stomach, a pang rang out: she had forgotten to pee before she left the office! After holding since this morning, along with drinking her fourth cup of coffee, how the hell could she forget?! Nancy worked for hours on the filing, her bladder on the backburner of her mind the entire time, yet she forgot altogether! She became panicky internally. Due to the train strike, she knew she would have to wait much, MUCH longer than usual to arrive at her home station, then she would have to have an agonizing walk home. Why, oh why, did she forget to use the bathroom?! She groaned internally, thinking of ways she could defeat this beast residing in her inner pouch. She resorted to using the bathroom on the train, despite it being most likely filthy and inhabitual for most people to stay in for longer than a few moments. Nancy was hoping she could just run in, do her business, and get out. That was the game plan. She would be unable to hold it if she did not apply the game plan to herself. Who knows, maybe it will have a line out the door if she waited even a second too long… There were no bathrooms in the waiting station area of sorts, so she would have to make do. Without consciously knowing it, she sipped her coffee nervously, adding on to the plethora of urine within her. She did not mean to do this, ultimately, but still, she drank, hands shaking. As soon as the cup was empty, instead of putting it in a trash can, she ended up putting it within her briefcase after draining the last drops. Nancy did not know why she did this, but figured it would be helpful if she kept the cup. Who knows, though. Once the cup was stashed within her briefcase, the train that ultimately led to her stop pulled into the station with gears and shifts moving about. A scraping sound could be heard as it pulled into the stop. There were already tons of people waiting around her, and upon the door opening to the train, a swarm of people exited the tiny door, like bursting pipes. Wait, no, it would not be wise to think of any water allegories right about now! Nancy’s bladder started to hurt. Not to a point where she would have to rush to a bathroom, but enough so that she could stride to a bathroom. As soon as the swarm of ant-like people left the train, there was considerable room for her. She strode into the entrance, scouted out a seat, and promptly sat down. Wait, what was that game plan again? Oh, right; find a bathroom as soon as possible once she got on the train! She didn’t want to leave her briefcase behind, so she picked it up and went looking for a suitable toilet to use. She traversed the cabins, only for her heart to sink: It had quite a long line. People had been waiting there for several stops! No, this could NOT be happening! Nancy’s eyes went wide in shock. By the looks of it, there were at least five other people bursting to use the toilet. They were not obvious, but judging by how their legs wrapped around one another, or the way they tapped their feet, it was contextual clues to give way into how badly they had to go. She could hold it. As she made her way back to her seat, her heart sank again: someone had taken her seat! She would usually ask for it back, but the middle-aged man sitting there looked like he had had a rough day, and did not want to be bothered (judging by the way he was reading his book intently with a borderline scowl on his face). He seemed to be a weird man, too, because the book he was reading seemed to be something uncharacteristic of him if you decided to judge a book by its cover. She had seen the synopsis for that book before; Nancy did not like how it sounded whatsoever. It seemed to be very against her political beliefs, and therefore she did not want to test this man. She internally groaned again, and found all the seats were taken at this point. Her little excursion to relieve herself, which utterly failed, proved to be disastrous against all odds. She resorted to standing on her aching high-heeled feet, grabbing the bar above her. She would stand for however long as possible. However, she felt like she was being stabbed in her feet, and her bladder was bothering her again, asking her somewhat politely to let the beast of burden within it out. It was trying its hardest to be polite, despite having tons of unreleased coffee within it. Nancy really wished she could sit down. She was yelling at herself in her brain for just not resorting to the game plan. She should have known there was going to be a line, especially considering the train strike currently happening! The trains were all backed up, and people were probably rushing from station to train to toilet. She decided to move from the busy cabin she was currently in back to the cabin with the toilet, but to stand there just in case the line moved. No, she was not going to stand in line; doing so would be indecent and show off the fact she had to use the restroom, which she would like to avoid doing. She did not want people to see her as a desperate young woman, bursting to use the restroom at the earliest possible convenience; that was just embarrassing. The cabin with the toilet seemed to be just as packed as the previous cabin, and she had to resort to standing again. The line seemed to have gained two people to it, as well, which was not good looks for Nancy. So, she resorted to standing there. Hopefully soon she could sit down and rest her aching bladder and feet. After about twenty minutes of standing there, hoping she could sit down at the next stop, the stop eventually happened. As soon as the train stopped and people started getting up, Nancy rushed to a lone seat, and plopped down. Sitting down felt like sitting on a toilet (almost) for her, and in sitting down her bladder almost put up a fight. The pressure of her stomach laying on top of her bladder pushed insanely as soon as she plunked into the seat. She thought she would lose it for a split second, but managed to regain control almost twice as fast as it came on. Nancy spread her legs discreetly and tried to stare out of the window to distract herself. She found spreading her legs to be helpful, even if it made her feel like she would lose it for a second. She could not do anything to give herself away, especially hold herself. That would be outright embarrassing and childish of her! Her gaze seemed to drift away from the window as the train pulled out of the stop once again, and drifted over to the seemingly longer line for the lone toilet now. She quickly shook her head. No use focusing on that right now. She was going to hold it until she got home, no matter what. She would die to hold it, if she had to! Another twenty-or-so minutes passed, another stop was done and made. More people seemingly entered the line, according to her vision whenever it just so happened to fixate on the line again before she shook it off. Oh, how she wished she could commit something as indecent as stand in a desperate bathroom line, but alas, she had a business-woman reputation to upkeep, and business women were professional. Not holding their crotch, unable to hold it, like a younger person. She rifled through her briefcase for a soft, paperback novel she was slowly working on. It was a mystery of sorts, sort of suspenseful. She was smack-dab in the middle of reading it previously, and it was a hefty novel. She spent most of her spare time indulging in it, and working on it. It was around five-hundred or so pages, and she was around the 200’s. Right now, it was an “arc” of sorts where the main character, a woman in her thirties named Pamela, trying to find out who killed her best friend, Jacob, after finding his lifeless body in a forest after notes led up to it. During this scene, Pamela was trapped in a car on the side of the road after driving to a building in a blizzard, and her car just stopped. Thankfully, she had help on the way, but it would not be there for a few hours at least, due to the blizzard and other calls. “As the car grew colder and colder…” Nancy read intently. The paragraphs went on for a bit, describing how it got colder and colder, and then something happened within the book. “As the cold increased, chilling me to the bone, I even found it to be bladder-chilling, as well. I remembered I have not used the bathroom in at least some time, and I drank a hot coffee I had made and brought in a thermos.” Nancy could not believe this was happening in the book. Of all times she could read this stupid novel, and it had to be at the time when she really had to use the bathroom?! How could this be? However, she needed the distraction so badly she decided to keep on reading. “It was not so bad when the car had stopped, but it has been an hour since the car stopped and I had to call for help. The need grew and grew.” Nancy could relate a lot to Pamela’s plight at the moment. Her own bladder’s need kept increasing by the minute. “I waited fervently for the emergency services to come tow me. The car was freezing at this point, and I had to wrap my parka around me tightly. Snow started to pile up on my windows and roof of the car. I could barely see outside, unbeknownst as to when help would arrive at this point.” Nancy practically sat on the edge of her seat. She wanted to find out how this ended for Pamela, even though she knew either way, it would not help her bladder one bit. If she made it, she would desire relief on the toilet even more; if she failed to make it, it would just make her wish she could let go like she did (if she does). She did not want to continue reading at the same time, however. She felt her bladder panging when Pamela’s needs came up within the book. It just reminded her how badly she had to go to the bathroom. Nancy looked up. The line for the bathroom always had someone new in it, and the train was full of people. She did not even realize it, but someone had decided to sit next to her. She crossed her legs in frustration, and tapped her toes against the flooring. Her eyes drifted back to her lengthy novel. “The minutes seemed to drone on, and the pouch within me holding fluid waste was getting more inclined to release its contents. I could not do that, though. I couldn’t step outside and pop a squat, per-say; the blizzard was continuing to rage. I would get snowed in the moment I stepped outside.” As Nancy read some more, she felt empathy go towards this fictional woman. She remembered a time when she was stuck in her car with a bladder full of a work day’s worth of urine. Rush hour traffic was killer in her area, back when she used to drive to work everyday. She was stuck in traffic for more than a couple of hours, after not peeing before she left work, insisting she could hold it and avoid a public restroom trip to the best of her abilities. This was proven to be a mistake to a high degree. She was supremely desperate around an hour into the traffic jam, around a nine on a scale of desperation of one to ten, ten being the most desperate. She had no idea that day if she would make it. Lucky for her, however, right when she was starting to dribble into the seat of her pants, traffic cleared up, and she swore she was going to get a ticket the way she sped home. She lived in a secluded area at the time, and when she got out of her car, she began to leak terribly. She was alone in the parking garage, so she just ripped her pants down, went into a squat, and pissed her brains out. The relief she felt that day had been ecstatic. She hoped the same relief could be felt for Pamela. Wait, thinking about this relief was making her feel worse. A lot worse. She needed to go so bad! She could not be thinking about relief and letting loose now. She had to hold on with everything she had. Her desperation had not peaked in a way that made it the most urgent she had ever had to go (yet…), it was not yet comparable to that fateful day she had. She had never been more embarrassed in her life, even though she knew no one had seen her; she had gotten home later than usual, after all. It was night in the city once she had gotten home, and it was a quiet weekend day. Still though, even remembering it made her flush red with regret. She wished she could have held it just a little longer that day. What if someone had seen? It would have been disastrous! Okay, Nancy, just go back to the stupid book. Stop remembering your own predicament; it’s just going to make you feel worse about yourself! Nancy told herself. Her eyes probed the soft pages of the paperbound novel. “The windows were almost completely blocked off with powdery, clean snow. Shivering, my body cold to the touch, I put my hands between my thighs to contain myself ever further. It was an embarrassing plight to be in, for sure, but the warmth of my crotch toasted up my icy hands. The sudden temperature change almost made me leak.” Why was it getting so “in depth” about her desperation?! Did the author have something against (or for) women who needed to urinate?! How odd. Did people really like that sort of thing? How could someone enjoy seeing someone in pain like that? Nancy’s brain racked itself with questions. Her eyes skipped a few lines of explanation within the book. “Another hour had passed. I was beyond needing to use a bathroom at this point. I fervently looked around the interior of my car, hoping almost vainly I would find something I could release myself into or on.” Nancy’s brain went back to thinking about Pamela. What was she going to do? “As my hands grabbed myself desperately, hoping for some semblance of a relief or lift of the pain, I felt my almost-numb hands be greeted with a spurt of liquid heat.” Oh, Lord. Now she was going to pee herself?! This did not help Nancy whatsoever. She practically winced, not wanting to see what happens, but also needing to find out Pamela’s fate in her snowed-in car. “‘No, no no…!’ I rambled out loud to nobody. It was a quick spurt, not too damaging, but it clearly leaked outside of my thick, heavy-duty pants.” “The relief I felt from the brief spurt had been as brief as the spurt; now my body craved more of an explosive release. I needed to soak the car!” Nancy felt her face turn red again. Oh, no… Was Pamela going to…? “Finally, I could not take it anymore. I resigned myself to sitting on the edge of my car seat, my crotch not connected to the seat but dangling over the edge, despite being locked up in a pair of pants. “I scrunched up my face, and relaxed my strained, taut body and bladder.” Nancy promptly looked out the window upon reading this, realizing the train had made yet another stop. She was alone in her seat again. Oh, no; What if someone saw what she was reading? She rolled her eyes to the back of her head just thinking about it. She knew it was not likely, but she still had to worry about it, with weird people looking over at what you do on trains a lot. She stared out of the window, considering her own dilemma. She was about an hour-or-so into her journey home. She had around two more hours to go, she estimated. The stops were not as frequent today, due to the strikes mentioned earlier. Outside of the window, she could see buildings stacked against one another, making for a blocky perspective. She could not see beyond the buildings, so she brought her attention back to the interior of the train. Her eyes seemed to have drifted to the neverending line to the bathroom again. Nancy happened to notice two people, seemingly desperate to use the toilet. They were both women, middle-aged at first glance, but upon looking at them further, realized they could have passed as being in their thirties or perhaps younger. They were going through all of the subtle motions of desperation; one of them tapped her foot, the other clenched her thighs together. Nancy practically stretched her ears to eavesdrop on their conversation. “Oh, wow, I really should have gone before I left,” the shorter woman exclaimed. She had long red hair, and lots of freckles. She was not wearing anything too fancy, just a simple business casual outfit. “Tell me about it,” the taller of the two said. She had darker skin, frizzy brown hair done in a bun, and an outfit that popped on her. She was wearing a bright pink T-shirt and lighter-than-normal blue jeans. They were not near the end of the line; they seemed to be doing well. They tried not to vocalize their needs, as Nancy could tell, but they were obviously acting the desperation part out. The darker skinned woman rubbed her hands on her thighs, while the ginger woman crossed her arms and noticeably clenched her thighs together, as well. Nancy could not take it. Why was she surrounded by people needing to pee, while she really needed to go?! The coincidences were uncanny at this point. She could not help herself: she could not take her eyes off of the subtle women. They were slowly approaching the end of the line, what with the toilet door and all. They started to converse with each other, suddenly. “I need to go so bad I could just pop right now,” the freckled lady said to the other. “Right. I’ve, honestly, felt the same.” Nancy did not want to hear anymore, but she was inclined to see how this turned out for them. Another person stepped out of the bathroom, and the unbeknownst man in front of them entered the toilet, closing the partition-like door behind him. The two women noticeably got more “desperate,” the feeling palpable in the air. Nancy could feel, from a radar glance, their desperation gaining more intense. Of course, it was obvious both were going to make it, as evident from how close they were in line to the bathroom, but still, Nancy could not help but imagine them in a worse predicament than what they were currently facing: a bulging bladder unable to aid itself any longer, exploding down the aisle of the train and flooding the floor… Wait. Not again! Nancy could not keep letting her mind drift to more and more urination! It was impertinent that she remained distraction-free, and focused on her goal: getting home dry! However, she did like entertaining the thought of one of the two women suffering more than she currently was. It made her feel evil, but she was glad she was somewhat in the same boat as someone, much less two people. Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard the door opening right near her. Was it just her, or was the crimson-haired woman facially and visibly delighted in finally having access to a toilet? She seemed to smile in relief as the door slid open, and noticeably hurried herself into the cubicle. The darker-haired woman’s eyebrows seemed to turn up, almost, within Nancy’s eyeshot. The middle-aged business woman shot her eyes to the side, not wanting it to make it seem like she was staring at the somewhat visibly desperate woman. Sure, she was not super obvious, but she was still giving off hints that she would rather be relieving herself into a cool toilet rather than standing there. Eventually, Nancy’s head turned automatically as she heard the door open once more, with the shorter woman looking visibly relieved. She glanced at the Black woman as she stepped into the miniscule toilet retreat, giving a slight grin. Her hair moved with her as she made her way back to her seat. Three more people had taken up the area in line behind the Black woman. Well, Nancy was glad that went as fine as it could have gone. What was she expecting, a full-blown accident to occur? Maybe even a double whammy? Surely not. These were grown women who could hold their bladders, not impertent children. The train had resumed its journey again without Nancy realizing. She started thinking to herself, hoping that she did not seem too interested in the strangers’ business. She did not mean to eavesdrop when they said they were needing the loo, but how could she have not? They were in a public setting, gladly saying that for anyone to hear. Nancy thought about it for a moment, pondering on why she started thinking about them urinating themselves. Why had she wanted that, even for a split second? That was very uncharacteristic of her. She was a stoic, grown woman, who had a hint of warmth to her. She was somewhat repressed sexually, and could not even consider why someone would have a fetish for bodily fluids of that nature. She shook her head. Why not just return to her novel and stop backtracking into things she could not control? It was her head. She ultimately settled on the fact she could not control her thoughts sometimes. Her finger slipped between the pages to find the dog eared page of paper, finding it almost immediately and opening it. She began to read where she left off previous to the needing women near her. However, she had forgotten one key component: she had left off to where Pamela was relieving herself in her car! “As I relaxed my frozen body, I felt an explosion of liquid heat start streamlining out of me. A loud hissing sound punctured the freezing air, almost seeming tangible.” A chill went up and down Nancy’s spine as she imagined Pamela’s relief. Her bladder throbbed within her abdomen upon reading the lines listed on the soft page. It had started taking an edge to the pain. Nancy had managed to distract herself for so long, and felt little to no pressure within her, but once she read those words, the need to urinate hit her like an anvil falling from the sky. Her bladder anxiously panged. She crossed her legs impatiently and swung her head to see the line for the bathroom again. More people had quietly joined the line. The sound of the door to the cubicle had been muted in her mind, due to distractions, but now the sliding of the door seemed to resonate so loudly within the bustling train. It creaked and grinded against the sliding mechanics as an older man entered the miniscule toilet reprieve. Not wanting to return to the book so soon, with her bladder beginning to ache and sending signals to her nonstop, she returned her gaze to the window. The train had loudly screeched to a stop about a minute prior. She was sitting in a seat that faced away from the train station. The door would be opposite to her, if it was in the cabin with her, so to say. So, when she looked outside of the window, she did not see the station or anyone entering or waiting. What she did see, however, was yet another bathroom. Of course, this station’s bathroom had an even longer line than the one inside the train had! Not only that, the people were noticeably more desperate in this line! They were subtly desperate, like the two ladies from before, but still, she could see the signs and symptoms of needing to use the bathroom in most, if not all of the line. The person right outside of the door actually had his hands buried within his thighs. He was a young adult man with tannish skin and short black hair. Apparently he needed to go so bad he was willing to give up his visual dignity to the strangers to keep holding on! He seemed to be visibly trembling, as well. The woman next to him in line had her thighs clenched together, like the woman from before on the train did. She did not seem as bad as the man in front of her, but the other woman behind her, seemingly older judging from her graying hair, had her legs crossed and was tapping her foot impatiently. The other two people were not as visible, but one had their arms crossed, while the last person in the line had their hands clenched to their sides. Nancy’s eyes went wide at the sight. She could not believe this. How come there was a bathroom right outside of her window, of all windows on the train?! How did they stop so perfectly?! Why did she keep getting reminded of how badly she had to use the toilet?! She brought her focus back inwards towards herself. Her bladder’s status was worse off than before. It felt like a heavy weight in her, weighing down on her vagina. Her sphincter was struggling a bit, trembling beneath her, to keep in the work day’s worth of urine. She estimated her stop would not be for at least another hour. Could she hold it? She absolutely refused to join the bathroom line. Unlike the other people, she wanted to keep her dignity, and not reveal that she was another “improper” person. She did not hold ill will towards the people who did need to relieve themselves, but she did find them a bit embarrassing, and she did not want to show herself off as the same kind. She was professional, a business woman, in strictly business clothes. Her feet ached, despite sitting down. Wearing high heels gets to you eventually, you know. She started to think about how she would go about getting off when she got to her stop. Would she even be able to move? Considering she was at least an eight on the scale of needing to urinate right now, and she had over an hour left of the ride, she could not estimate how truly full she would be when the time finally came to get off the train and head home. Not only that, she had to walk home. In high heels. And a tight-ish business attire, with a discrete belt around her waist. Her walk home took around fifteen minutes. Would she even be able to handle it? Nancy realized suddenly she could not handle thinking about this anymore. She did not want to imagine the consequences of not using the bathroom before she left the office. She knew, deep down within her gut, that something disastrous was going to happen, however she refused to believe she would wet herself. Barely make it? Sure. But she was adamant on not wetting herself, especially in public. If anyone saw her uncontrollably peeing herself, and if anyone at her office found out, she was done for. She would never live it down. She knew even if an accident occured, people from her job would never find out; she did live an hour-or-so away from the office. Still, though, she had anxiety over the prospect of losing any sliver of dignity she had to a bodily function she could not control. She could have just given up and joined the bathroom line, but then she remembered how the bathrooms were practically never cleaned. She used to use the train toilets in the past, before she was promoted to a highly technical and professional role in her job, and she would always have to wipe off the seat or watch where she stepped. She knew the people did not care for these bathrooms as much as, say, a restaurant or business’s bathroom. They practically made sure to disgrace the cubicle. Sighing to herself, Nancy sat there contemplating what to do. She was at another stop, awaiting the train to continue its lugging journey towards where she resided, almost. The train began to go forward once more after some moments. She tried to guesstimate how much longer she had until she would arrive at her stop, but considering how much time she had spent distracted and lost in her own head, she forgot where she was. She stopped thinking for a moment, stopped dwelling on where she was. This turned out to be a mistake. All of her focus suddenly went onto her bladder, which suddenly ached like nothing before. Her legs, spread open slightly, squeezed together at the sudden pang of fiery throbbing that resided within her abdomen. Her hands almost shot in between her thighs, but she resisted with great strength. She was fit to bursting at this point, with no idea where she even was or when she would get to her stop. She urgently tapped her foot. The toilet flushing for the cubicle made her bladder scream out in agony. Oh, how she wished she could relieve herself! Nancy stared outside of the window beside her, trying to distract herself with the scenery. The grays of the city she was passing through all blended together into one concrete blur. Her mind was racing. She could not believe the predicament she was in. She was beyond an eight on the desperation scale at this point in time. She wanted to go home. She wanted to sit herself onto her cold porcelain throne and piss away. She could not deal with this anymore than she already has. Her head swung from side to side. The cabin was surprisingly empty for once. The line was non-existent at this point, and no one was sitting beside her. Wincing, she decided to stick one hand between her trembling thighs. Her purse slightly covered up her hand in between her pants. Her right hand plunged between her legs, grasping her crotch with a death grip. She stopped caring. She needed relief from her extreme pain, now. Her bladder was so full, it was taking all of her muscle strength to clench her sphincter shut and not let even a single drop of urine out into her unsuspecting business pants or silk panties. Grabbing herself in the most embarrassing fashion worked. Yes, if anyone boarded the cabin, they would immediately see her clenching her pussy with her hand, but she was delirious with the need to gush piss everywhere. Nancy had reached her breaking point long ago. Clenching, she closed her eyes for a moment to bask in the relief of holding herself. Her desperation went from around eight-point-seventy-five to now a seven-and-a-half. Still needed to pee quite badly, but it helped. A lot. Suddenly, over the overhead speakers, a voice announced the stop they were currently approaching. She listened carefully, then realized she was around two stops away from her stop! Relief was in sight! She removed her hand from between her medium-sized thighs, knowing she could hold it without embarrassing herself for the next thirty minutes. She had to. She did not want to ruin her image, of course, but she was starting to break apart. She was bursting at the seams. All the coffee was screaming out within her to be let out. She could hardly breathe fully at this point. The liquid-filled pouch within her seemed to be full to the brim. She just wanted them to say the name of her stop over the loudspeaker adorned in each cabin of the train. She had been here for hours already. The strikes did a number on when everyone got home today. Looking outside of the window, the sky was dusky and starting to be filled with stars as the sun was finishing its descent below the horizon. She knew she had to be careful in the dark. She typically got home before the sun finished setting. The train stopped at the stop second-to-last before hers. Some people boarded, one going into the bathroom cubicle. Another stood outside of the door. Despite this, Nancy contemplated sticking her right hand between her sweaty thighs once more. She did not care. She knew she would never see these people again. Nancy muttered to herself, as quietly as possible, “I gotta pee… Fuck, I gotta go…” Normally she kept her language modest, without the use of swearing, but this was a dire emergency. She had to vent it out one way or another. Nancy tapped her foot against the floor again, thighs clenched tightly The sun had finished setting. The horizon had a bit of orange-yellow adorning it, but the moon was full and high in the sky, as well. The speaker spoke out once more. This time, however, it made Nancy’s heart plummet right into her stomach. “Due to someone attempting to jump onto the train tracks, we will have to make an emergency stop. This will last around half-an-hour to an hour. Sorry for the inconvenience.” She could not even remotely believe it. Here was Nancy, about to get to her stop, when all of sudden everything had to be destroyed right in front of her eyes. How could this even happen?! She was so, so close! There can’t be an emergency stop now! There could NOT be! She almost screamed, but instead of screaming, she groaned along with practically everyone else in the cabin surrounding her. People had places to go, homes to go to and cook dinner in, meanwhile Nancy was battling for her life trying not to urinate all over her clothes, the chair, and the floor. Would she be able to handle this? She had serious doubts in her mind whether she was going to make it. Maybe she could use the toilet cubicle. Except when she went to check on it, the line seemed to have grown. She did not want to stand up at all. Nancy knew if she did, all of the urine would go towards her urethra due to gravity. She felt like reverting to primal desires and letting loose all over the floor. She was in the first phases of not caring anymore, especially about her reputation. Her bladder continued to fill, even though it felt like it could not be filled anymore than it already was. What was she to do in this situation of bodily needs? Fishing her book out of her purse, she opened to a page not even dogeared on the page, and tried to read. In her desperate state, however, she could not focus on it for the life of her. She tried to read some, but it all translated as garble in her head. She practically slammed the book shut, and whipped her head to the window. Nancy began tapping her food again while her legs were crossed over each other. She did not want to be noticeably desperate, but at the same time, she had no choice. She had to be perceived in order to make it. The train was stopped. There was no blur of passing cityscapes and small trees to take her mind off her overflowing bladder. She was at a loss as to what to do. Nancy had made her final decision. She was to use the toilet cubicle. There was no other choice, other than to give everything a thorough soaking through her pants. She looked at the queue. It was miraculously empty! Nancy shot up to make her way over to it. This caused her fear to happen, though: all of the pee residing inside of her made its way towards her sphincter with gravity hitting her like a brick to the face. She had to take a moment to recompose herself. Unfortunately, as she was recomposing herself, a man managed to make his way and slide the cubicle door shut. How could this be happening?! The one time she had a literal emergency on her hands and could not hold it any longer! With reluctance, she stood outside of the cubicle door. She did not mean to, but she heard him grunting within the miniscule room, hinting to the fact he would not be out anytime soon. She groaned internally once again. As she stood there, trying to focus on kegeling and keeping her ocean inside of her, a woman came up behind her. She was a bit shorter than Nancy, with a modest haircut. She was dyed blonde, but obviously had some black roots showing through at the top of her scalp. She was dressed in business attire, a short pencil skirt and short-sleeve button-up shirt. Nancy immediately knew this woman was about as desperate as well. She had no shame, though; she was freely grabbing her crotch through her skirt with one hand, the other hand clenched into a fist at her side. Her face appeared to be shiny with sweat. “Are you okay?” Nancy asked the almost-frantic woman. It took all of her strength to just mutter that without releasing. “Y-Yeah, just… Need to go, you know?” the woman replied with a slight smile on her face. “Same here.” “I was waiting for the train to stop at my stop, so I could use my bathroom at home, however with this delay… That will not be possible,” the dyed-blonde woman said back. “Tell me about it.” Nancy smiled. “I have to go really bad, but at least it is not as bad as when I was stuck in traffic a few weeks ago…” Nancy did not want to hear about this. She did not want to remember her own desperate traffic jam incident from years prior. She was too shy to say anything to reject further talk, though. “Oh. Yeah?” Nancy started to tremble slightly. Her bladder was banging at the door of her sphincter. “Yeah. I was stuck in traffic after a long shift without a bathroom break, and I wanted to make it till I got home, as I dislike public bathrooms.” Nancy was in shock. How did this woman have such similar experiences and preferences regarding the bathroom as her? Why was she talking about all of this freely?! Nancy could not imagine being the same way; even standing at the bathroom door was embarrassing enough for her. “Oh.” “Yes. Then, since it was rush hour, I got stuck in a miles-long jam. It was hell on earth!” “Mm.” Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP! Nancy thought to herself. She did not want to be rude, though, so she just stood there, trying to resist the urge to grab herself between her thighs again. She knew the other woman would not care, since she was freely grabbing herself, but she did not want others to see. “I started leaking and stuff, you know? I could not handle being in that jam. I had to resort to a McDonald’s cup in my car!” She gave a slight chuckle at her own story-retelling. “Oh, God,” Nancy said solemnly. “Tell me about it! I ended up having to cut my stream short since the cup was a small size, too!” Nancy could not deal with this anymore. “Do you want to go before me?” Anything to shut her up. “Please. If that is okay… I really hope I can make it…” The other woman replied. They stood in silence for a few moments, then the toilet within the cubicle could be heard flushing, causing Nancy’s bladder to hurt achingly. After another moment, the older gentleman came out, the door audibly sliding open. The other woman practically pushed past him in her desperation. Nancy stopped caring about using the toilet, especially knowing it would most likely smell bad due to the man prior. She made her way back to her seat next to the window, which was still empty despite being gone for so long. Plopping down into the seat made her bladder pang inwardly, and made her slightly reconsider using the toilet once more. However, an announcement came over the speakers. “We are sorry about the delay. The train will resume working now. Next stop…” Nancy realized her stop was next! At last! Sure, it was gonna take some time to get to, with the strike and all, but still… Hope was in sight, a light at the end of the tunnel! She definitely could not use the bathroom now. If she did, she would most likely miss her stop, considering how much urine was within her. She knew it would take at least a minute to fully empty herself at this rate. She was approaching the end of an eight on the scale of desperation, and rapidly growing to a nine. Despite using all of her muscles to hold her deluge of piss in, she was still straining horribly and fighting for her sense of dignity. The train seemingly slowly chugged along the track. Nancy had noticed not many people were in the cabin once more, so, with her purse in her lap, she discreetly slipped her hand between her clothed thighs, clutching herself with a death grip. Sweat was forming on her brow. It hurt. It hurt really bad. She could not believe that a person could hold this long, with having so much to drink during the day. She had not gone since… She couldn't even remember! It was probably before she left for work, or near the start of her shift. Looking outside of the window for the millionth time that day seemed to fail as a distraction. She could not focus on the blurring scenery, each landmark and building and leaf and tree blending into one another to form a solid wall of blurriness. Hurry up… I gotta pee… Please, hurry up…! Nancy chanted to herself in her head, knowing it would not make the train go any faster, but she did not care. She needed everything in her power to make it home, make it to the toilet, throw herself on it, and let it rip. She took her hand out from between her thighs, knowing she could hold it until she stopped at her station. Her belt was cutting into her swollen abdomen, making her reach a nine on the desperation scale. Suddenly, the train began to slow. It would take another minute, or even less than that, to reach her stop, she estimated. “Yes!” she could not help but exclaim as the train slowed more and more. Then, as soon as it started slowing, it abruptly stopped, making Nancy tilt forward slightly. Before the train even fully stopped, she was clutching her purse and rising to her feet. Once again, gravity became her worst enemy, and a leak threatened to make itself known. She could not hold herself, though. She rushed over to the doors, before anyone else could get a chance to. The doors opened as she reached them, and she practically waddled out of the transportation locomotive. Her legs shook as she stepped on the yellow line in the concrete below her. Her nine was quickly rising to a nine-point-twenty-five on the scale of needing to urinate. Walking made it slightly more bearable, but she was still at risk of having an accident. Now, for the most challenging task she will face this week: walking the fifteen minute route to her abode. The sky was dusky, the moon rising in the sky. As Nancy made her way to the sidewalk, she noticed a cafe! She could use their bathroom! She hobbled over, only to find out it was closed. She almost started kicking the door in anger. “I guess I’ll just… Walk home,” she said out loud to only herself. Walk? More like waddling and hobbling along the sidewalk for fifteen minutes until she got to her place. She was past the nine-point-twenty-five on the desperation scale; she was now approaching nine-and-a-half. She could not take the pain anymore, and not only that, she was at risk of leaking. Thus, Nancy resigned to holding herself with one hand. It was that bad. She needed this aid to help her hold it, lest she would never make it home dry. She painstakingly made her way home, one hand gripping her pussy through her pants like a death claw. It was night, and not too many people were out, but the people she did happen to pass by ended up staring at her. She shot them a dirty look every time. “I gotta gooo… I gotta piss…” she mumbled to herself as she took careful steps to avoid a full-blown accident right in public. She was beyond desperate, beyond the day in the traffic jam. She could not even believe how desperate she was; her bladder swelled, a round mound on her abdomen protruding, her belt digging into it painfully. She could not take the agony anymore, and riskily slipped her hand away from her crotch so she could unbuckle her belt. Might as well do it now so I don’t have to struggle with it later… Nancy thought to herself. Undoing her belt was the best decision she had made that day. Immediately she went from a nine-and-a-half back to a nine-point-twenty-five. Now she could hold it in easier. She continued to walk at a snail’s pace down the sidewalk, the moon illuminating her way. Despite undoing her belt, her bladder started to rise back to a nine-point-five. She was so, so close, though. She could almost taste the relief awaiting her when she got home. Each step felt shaky and risky. She was trembling horribly, still grasping herself usefully. After some more time, she saw her house in the distance. With glee, she attempted to pick her pace up slightly, to get there faster. She was in too much pain to run; it would jostle her bladder horribly, each step would send dribbles out, she thought. “Almost there… Come on… I got this…” Nancy mumbled for only herself to hear. As she approached her abode’s front steps and porch, she saw someone. Her neighbor was out on his porch, next to her house, smoking a cigarette. She quickly removed her hand from in between her thighs, hoping he did not see it. Once she got to her front steps, he noticed her. “Hey, Nancy. Wow, you are home late tonight. I usually see you before it is this dark!” he remarked at her. “Uh, yeah… You know, the train strike and all…” She did not want this right now. She had to get inside and use her toilet, NOW. The choking smell of cigarette smoke filled the air between the two. Nancy tried to make him shut up with only her mind, hoping telepathy was somehow real and he would leave her alone. Despite this, he continued. “How was your day?” he asked, not knowing she had a literal ocean residing within her. “Ah, uh… Fine. Just fine. Calculations and data and stuff.” Normally she would give a quick rundown of everything, as he had asked this many times before when she arrived home, but this time she had to hurry. It was a race against her bladder at this point, and she was rising to a nine-point-seventy-five, despite her belt being undone… Oh, shit. Her belt was undone. That’s right! She prayed he could not see it unbuckled, prayed he would not see her bulging abdomen which was practically twice its normal size. “Ah. Well, I guess I will leave you alone,” he remarked. He put out his cigarette, turned around, and opened his door, light flooding the porch of his. With a sigh of relief, Nancy remembered another thing: She had to get her key out, to unlock her door. Now that she was alone, she crossed her legs as she held open her purse with one hand to fish them out. She could not find her keys! What the hell? With agitation, she rifled through her purse forcefully, checking everything among the countless receipts, coupons, and so on. She found them after a minute, but as she was putting the key into the lock, her hands were shaking so badly she dropped her bundle of keys onto the welcome mat! She could not believe this was happening, not at all. She folded over to grab them, and as her bladder pushed in on itself, she felt herself reach a nine-point-nine, just point-one points away from the ten, the explosive ten. Nancy groaned as she picked up her jingling keys with a hand that could not stay still for the life of her. She finally, finally, finally got the correct key into the lock, turned it, and the door clicked open. At last! She was in her own home now, dry as ever. Did she really make it? Moving her hand back to in between her thighs, she walked through the doorway and slammed the door shut behind her. Now for another challenge: getting to her bathroom. It was on the second floor, of course. Luckily, she did not have many stairs to climb up. She hobbled once more over to her staircase, and slowly ascended each step. She had to hold herself with a death grip again in order to not spurt uncontrollably. She quickened her pace. She was so, so close. At long last, she made it to the top stair, the second floor. Now down the hallway to the toilet. She put her free hand on her wall, sliding it with her as she went, for stability. She felt as though she would fall over at any moment. There it was. The bathroom door! Gathering her strength, she broke out into a desperate mad dash, trying to reach the door before she finally hit the ten. Quickly arriving at the door, she violently grabbed the doorknob and twisted it open. There it was. The holy grail. The porcelain throne. Her hand goes down to her pants to unbutton them, but it is too late. Upon seeing the toilet, her bladder had decided it was over. It was time, even though her pants were nowhere near being off. Urine forcibly jets out of her before she even knows what’s happening. Within seconds, hot liquid relief has flooded through her business attire, and a puddle is developing on the tile flooring. “Wh… What?!” Nancy exclaimed. How could this be happening?! She did everything right, and yet here she was, pissing herself uncontrollably! And so close to the prize, to boot! PSHHHHHH. A hard stream of pee loudly screamed out of her as she fell to her knees, dizzy with relief. She had made it home, at least. Nobody could see her doing this. Panting, she looked down to see the bright yellow puddle expand, soaking through the calves of her pants. She then brought her head up to look at the toilet while still hissing away. “Unbelievable…” she groaned. After over a minute of violently soaking her pants with a jet so hard it was spraying through the fabric, her stream died down to the point where it was gentler, getting more weak, and then, finally stopping. Nancy realized she had closed her eyes in the middle of urinating herself, and opened her eyes. Her floor had a golden lake spreading it, pee seeping between the tiles. She stood up cautiously. Her pants were soaked through; there was not even a hint of dryness on them. No dry spots at all. It even somewhat climbed its way up her shirt, too, the hem of it being soaked. “I guess that’s the last time I forget to use the toilet before leaving work…” she remarked out loud. At least no one saw her. She could thank her lucky stars for that one. “Thanks, I guess,” she said to no one in particular.
  3. From the album: VentiComixCrunch Diaper Art

    A commission from Vi on the OmoOrg Discord server!

    © Don't touch my bloody artwork

  4. From the album: VentiComixCrunch Diaper Art

    A commission from Pom on the OmoOrg Discord server!

    © Don't touch my bloody artwork

  5. Heeellllllloooooooooo I'm Rainyday, the maybe-forgotten person behind Aquarius and Lillica Quest and other things who hasn't been doing much stuff in the community for a while but I decided to change that So I'm going to be trying out something new and opening up commissions! There's a lot of info that I need to cover, so here's the basics: Pricing in USD Sketchy pixel line style: $15 [Simple shading +$3] Sketchy lineart: $20 [Simple shading +$4] Sketchy lineart, flat colors with no shading: $28 Polished lineart: $32 Polished lineart, flat colors: $42 Sketchy, full color: $47 Polished, full color: $60 +10% per small variant (you get multiple pictures with changed facial expressions, or maybe an arm in a different place) +30-50% per medium variant (alternate costumes, etc) +10-30% for background, depending on complexity +50% for complex composition (very detailed clothes, dramatic perspective, etc) +95% per extra character (does not automatically stack with all the other price increases, essentially it's treated as a separate picture on the same canvas) +?? for smaller fractions of characters (head only, torso only, etc) - very case-by-case basis, the idea is I can also arrange things like this to make comic book style sequences Samples A dramatic detailing of the first wetting scene in the classic OmoRPG Aquarius. The pink and graceful Ria Carbonette might have been a bit too carefree with all the juice samples she tried that evening, but she still heroically puts off her visit to the girls' room to investigate the mysterious soldiers in pursuit of a white-haired girl. Looking back, she would never regret her decision to help, but she probably does regret this one moment when the soldiers apprehend her outside the cafe bathroom. It wasn't her fault - the situation was tense, and everyone watching just made her more nervous, and she did have a lot to drink, so she really, really couldn't wait anymore... This is a polished full color work with a simple background, and would be around $66 (60 + 10%) The whimsical and sparkling Lillica Plumb, star of Lillica Quest, is in another pinch. A certain part of her body was telling her that she could not wait much longer to deal with it, and her carefree walk along the city streets had turned into an awkward search for a specific type of facility for relief. It seems she wasn't the only one with that idea, because wherever she finally found a restroom, a queue was already formed, trying to squeeze more time out of her than she could wait. Biting her lip and swallowing her pride, she barges into the nearest convenience store, there's a suspicious guy behind the counter, but she explains the whole story and everything that brought her there and sheepishly asks for a bathroom in a way she hopes doesn't let on just how direly she needed it. The clerk looks at her for a moment, before opening his mouth, and saying one word: 'no'. Game over. This is a sketchy lineart, with simple enough foreground stuff that they don't affect the price, so it would be $20. Themes Things I'll draw: Desperation, wetting, peeing, my own characters, other characters too, nonlewd pictures if you want Things I won't draw: Bedwetting, diapers, messing, male omo, furry (ears/tail and other small things are fine), explicit nudity (characters can be exposed but the important parts will be covered by camera angles, etc), overt sexual acts, lewd art of nonhumanoid characters, pictures based off real people (Ask about anything else!) These are general guidelines, whether I accept any specific request is up to my discretion. Other Info Finished commissions will be put in this thread, and maybe other places like pixiv or twitter. There's a small chance I might stream drawing progress on the omorashi.org discord server sometimes. If you prefer I don't mention your name ('commissioned by anonymous') then that's fine too. Contact There are three good ways to contact me, in order of how often I check them: -Private Message on the omo.org forums -DM me on discord, I'm @Rainyday on the omo.org server -Email me; [email protected] (use a really clear subject like 'commission' or 'commission question') Process Contact me with request info, feel free to give however much detail you want. If I accept, I'll tell you and then send a very rough version of the work for you to say if the composition is good - this is the stage to ask for any major changes to how the picture will look. Then I'll ask for full payment to be sent, and continue work after I receive it. Once it's done, I'll send you the work, but I'm still okay with doing a few more small revisions if you want anything adjusted in the final picture. Payments are sent through ko-fi: https://ko-fi.com/rainyrainydaze Details and policies might get adjusted down the line!
  6. I have gotten several questions asking if I did commissions, and my answer was always along the lines of 'not wanting to open commissions until I felt skilled enough as an artist to justify it'. So, after posting art to this site for almost 5 years, and after vast artistic improvements, I am finally going to take commissions. Because I'd like to be able to update pricing and rules over time, they will be listed in a Google Doc which is linked below. https://docs.google.com/document/d/1CtNB0qX7CXhyD6QuXhOvhjx_676NQhRMe1NgFzXtFFA As for general rules which shouldn't change (I hope I don't regret listing these here), A drawing should not take longer than a week for me to do. Complicated/multiple drawings could differ, but that depends on how busy I am. (If something unexpected or disastrous happens, obviously this can change) I will not start the drawing until after I have received payment (which I believe is standard anyway, right?) You can post the finished product wherever you want as long as you credit me, you don't need to ask. To contact me for a commission, you can direct message me on this site, or on Discord, if you have it. I can't really stop you, but you should probably not ask for them here in this thread. This is a server I just made which I will post all of my new art to, but I will be posting the pee-themed commissions in this thread as well as the server. https://discord.gg/fy47AGReuE If you want examples of some art of mine, there are some at the bottom of the commission info doc, but here is a link to my prior request thread, with some slightly older art. Keep in mind, the rules/guidelines at the beginning of this request thread are NOT the same as the rules/guidelines for these commissions.
  7. I read the rules and saw some other comm threads here, but lmk if this isn't allowed. I'm opening omorashi commissions for the Summer! I'll also be posting finished commissions in this thread. Any gender, furry/monsters/etc. only! Slots open: 2/3 (I also have 3 SFW and 3 horror/gore slots open, I have separate price sheets for those) Commission queue My gallery (more examples of my art) (warning for nudity) Image text More info TOS
  8. Yo! I’m kusirotta, a 24-years-old non-binary artist from Finland! I have been into omorashi probably my whole life but actually like… accepted myself about a year ago. I draw nsfw content of my and my husband’s OCs on Twitter (@/ kusirotta) and I was wondering if y’all would be interested to see what I have drawn this far! I can also open nsfw commissions if people are interested ❤️ so, my few omorashi included OCs by far are Graham and Jamie - but I have easily over 400 OCs and I probably will pisskinkify more when I have time and mental health 😂 ANYGAYS, here’s some wetting art! And if y’all want to see non-omo nsfw art by me too, let me know (I have more of that)! [[the tied up loser is 32-years-old Graham Newbon (he/him) and the crybaby is 24-years-old Jamie Ravaglia (he/him) and now I realize that for some reason I have pisskinkify only blonde cis guys kdkxisixiwizkqb I swear, I have other types of OCs too 😂]]
  9. From the album: Schef [After Dark] Omo Art

    Concept sketch for a commission I'm working on 🥰
  10. Hi! I'm KitoKitoKito, a freelance writer. I've been writing for my whole life and roleplaying with great literacy, though I've only recently began my foray into the world of kinky writing. If you'd like to commission me, I'll charge you based on word count. I do $0.02 per word, though I can occasionally give a discount if our kinks line up especially well and I'm enjoying writing the story a lot. My email is [email protected] , email me with the details of what kind of story you want if you'd like to commission me! I will almost certainly be up to write it. I will do almost any kink besides anything involving children. I'm personally into very extreme kinks myself and am very happy to write about anything, especially if your kink has very little content made for it - I can relate to you a lot there. Kinks I can write very well (mostly because I'm into them): Scat Piss/watersports Toilet slavery Omorashi (desperation and wetting!) Cock and ball torture Sadism/masochism Femdom Pet play Degradation Emotional torture/emotional sadism and masochism I will write almost any other kink still and do my best to make it work, but the above are your best bet! I can write from a dom or sub point of view, and I can write in the first, second, or third person! Examples of some types of things I can write: Self-inserts of your character in fictional settings, including any fandom at all! I can also write about pre-existing characters! Science-fiction or fantasy elements being used to add to the story Anything realistic or especially anything unrealistic, such as a bladder spilling out gallons of piss, a contraption elaborately designed to make you into a toilet with many functions, or any humanoid characters! Furries! Futanaris! Just email me at [email protected] to let me know what you're interested in! If you'd like a sample, just email me and I'll send you one! I am also happy to do ghostwriting, meaning you can take my story and claim it as your own! I will let you know how many other stories I need to write before yours; If you want to be pushed to the start of the queue, that'll cost an additional $5!
  11. Hey guys, Hope everyone is doing well tonight, enjoying spooky time and whatnot. It falls on a weekday and I work mornings so I’m probably not doing a damn thing this year 😂 we’ll see! As a writer, a lot of ideas pass through my head. As a semi- pro procrastinator, it takes a long time to see a story through for me, or even start one at all; partly because I lacked motivation, and partly because I didn’t think I didn’t know how to flesh out the idea into a story I’d be satisfied with. Over time, and on a whim, I’ve commissioned stories from a number of writers across the web, that I felt I couldn’t do justice, or simply wanted to see someone else’s take subject or scenario I’m all too familiar with. Most of these authors are no longer active, which is the only reason I am sharing and crediting their work; here, and in other posts to come as well. The first one is by an individual who went be “Breeiswet.” The story itself is fictional, but it’s loosely based on a true story, which I heard through the grapevine. MESSING WARNING. You have been duly warned: Also, please let me know if this is too graphic. I didn’t write it, but I’ll keep your thoughts in mind when posting again! *************** “Do you want to grab some ice cream?” Vanessa asked, walking out of the restaurant where she had just had dinner with her two best friends. They had each eaten a huge meal, but upon seeing the ice cream parlor, Vanessa just had a craving. Nina gave her instinctual answer: “I’m lactose intolerant,” and Maria was quick to follow up with “me too.” “Well, so am I, but who cares. We can go home right after and deal with the consequences – it will be worth it!” Nina and Maria looked at each other, and shrugged almost in unison. “Sure, okay, why not,” Maria replied, and with that, the women embarked towards the local ice cream parlor. They were surprised upon entering to find it quite packed, and soon realized there was a small event taking place. The girls lined up and order three sundaes, with Maria offering to pay for her two friends. “Would you like to enter our raffle?” The cashier asked with a friendly smile. “What’s it for?” Vanessa asked. “You could win a lifetime supply of ice cream. We’re announcing the winners in about an hour.” The girls looked at each other, considering, before Maria bit the bullet. “Sure, I’ll enter,” and the other girls quickly followed up with “sounds good!” Each girl filled out the slip of paper and slid them into the box, before grabbing their sundaes off the counter. They sat down and began gobbling down the sweet treats. Maria had barely eaten a third of hers when she could feel her stomach begin to gurgle. She was already realizing she hadn’t thought this through: she was eating an ice cream that certainly would be making its way back out soon, and now she had to wait to see the results of the raffle. She was a little concerned, but comforted herself by saying one of the other girls could wait here for the result if she had to run somewhere to use the washroom, so she continued to down her ice cream. As she ate, she could swear she could hear Nina’s tummy rumbling as well. Her own stomach was growing more and more uncomfortable, and she was realizing she might not be able to hold it very long at all. “Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea,” she said, reaching one hand down and stroking her stomach for comfort. “I’m gonna need to use the bathroom pretty soon, so I might need one of you to wait here for the results if I have to go.” Nina also had a hand on her stomach. “Why can’t you use the bathroom here?” She asked. “I’m not doing this in a stall next to someone—I’m eating lactose so it’s gonna get ugly!” She laughed. “Good point,” Nina giggled. “Well, I’m not doing any better, my stomach is starting to kill, so I don’t think I’ll be waiting.” Vanessa grimaced. “I’ll join the club too—I doubt I’ll be able to hold it too long.” Maria laughed. “Great. So basically, we all have to poop and none of us can hold it. Perfect!” The girls smiled back, continuing to down their ice creams. Things were getting worse by the minute. Soon, each girl had finished their large sundaes, and they were clearly all feeling the effects. Maria was bent over at the waist, jiggling up and down as she tried to maintain control of her aching bowels, and the other girls were not much better off, as all three were beginning to sweat with desperation. But despite the mounting urgency of their situations, they knew they had a good bit of time to wait before they could leave, and it wouldn’t be fair for two to go home while one had to wait. “Maybe I’ll try the bathroom,” Maria groaned. “It’s better than having an accident in here.” She stood up cautiously from her chair, resisting the urge to clasp a hand over her backside, and waddled slowly towards the bathroom door with both hands crossed over her aching abdomen. But when she turned the corner, she saw a long line for the toilets, and knew there was no point joining in, as she had no idea how long it would be. So she sighed, and began to waddle back towards their table. “No luck?” Vanessa moaned, her body bouncing in her seat, clearly hoping for the good news that she would be able to use the toilet after all. But Maria just shook her head. “Even if you’re willing to use the public toilet, the line is super long,” she sighed, slowly easing herself back into her chair while keeping control of her bowels as best she could. The girls continued to sit at their table, each one bouncing and shimmying and clutching their stomachs while trying not to have messy accidents at the table. They could no longer even speak, they were so busy trying to keep their panties clean. Every once in a while, one girl would check a phone to see how much time had passed, but it was never enough. They’d been sitting for forty minutes when suddenly Vanessa groaned loudly, bending over at the waist and panting slightly. “You okay?” Maria asked sympathetically, though it was clear she wasn’t okay. “No, I…” Vanessa panted, and the girls heard a loud squelchy farting sound come from her. “Shit, I think a bit just came out.” “Are you having an accident?” “No,” she sighed, sitting up straight again. “It was just a little bit. I feel a bit better.” None of the girls wanted to risk farting, not knowing what else might come with a fart. “Man, I can smell that!” Nina laughed, and the other girls giggled as well. Finally, after another interval of silence as the girls struggled to hold on, an announcer took to the stage to reveal the winners of the contest. “And the raffle winner is—“ she began, as each girl carefully pulled out their ticket and looked down, “104598!” The girls looked down at their tickets, and then at each other. “Anyone?” Maria asked, and the other girls shook their heads. “Well, good thing we waited!” She laughed sarcastically. “Now we just gotta get home,” Nina giggled nervously, knowing it would be a challenge to even stand up, let alone get all the way home. “Why don’t you guys come to my place since it’s the closest? It’s only a ten minute walk,” Maria offered, and the other girl nodded enthusiastically, overjoyed at the thought that would soon be able to release their loads into a toilet and not all over the floor at the ice cream parlor. The girls slowly stood up, and Vanessa, who seemed to be the most desperate (even after having slipped up once), had a hand clasped over her butt as if to physically hold her poop in. The girls began walking towards Maria’s house, but they moved at a snail’s pace with one girl stopping every minute to double over and take deep breaths as a particularly strong cramp would hit. Vanessa was especially struggling at this point, and at one point she stopped completely in her tracks and instinctively crouched to the floor, holding her hand tight up against her butt. Nina and Maria both thought that was it for her, and that she had lost control, but Vanessa simply farted loudly, and then stood up again and continued waddling towards Maria’s home. Finally, they could see her front porch from the corner. They were going more frantic now, as relief was so close that they began to become even more desperate. They approached the porch, each girl breathing heavily. But right as all three climbed the steps, Vanessa groaned once more, louder yet. She first doubled over at the waist, and then slowly crouching, and this time both girls could tell this was it for their friend. Despite their own desperation, both watched as she began to pant loudly. “It’s coming out,” she said, and Maria resisted the urge to respond “we can tell” as she heard the loud crackling farts beginning to emerge from their friend. Vanessa felt a wave of hot, sticky poop explode from her into her jeans, and she continued to take deep breaths as she began to instinctively push her poop out. It felt so good to be free of her intense load, and she sighed in relief as she felt herself continue to poop into her underwear, which were now filling up. Nina and Maria were watching in shock as their friend pooped noisily on the front porch, but soon the urgency of their own situations returned and they left Vanessa to finish up her accident while they rushed in towards the bathroom, still hopeful that they could make it. Nina seemed to be faster, and had she been thinking clearer she probably would have let Maria use the bathroom first, but her thoughts were so blinded by the fact that she could feel herself seconds away from her own messy accident. So she burst through the bathroom door and, feeling her stomach begin to cramp and her poop begin to emerge, scrambled to pull off her leggings. She got them off in one go, but her panties did not come off too, and she realized with horror that wet poop was beginning to slide into her cute panties. But there was nothing she could do at this point, and without thinking clearly she sat herself down on the toilet with her panties still on, and begin to poop into them. With her body relaxing now that she was seated on a toilet, she found herself pushing as a torrent of hot poop exploded out of her, filling her panties and seeping into the toilet. It was at this point that she realized she had accidentally locked Maria out of her own bathroom, and Maria was knocking anxiously at the door. But Nina was unsure what to do, as she continued to poop herself over the toilet, knowing that if she stood up she would leave a mess all over the floor. And even as she was having this thought, while continuing to mess herself, Maria was losing control outside the door as well. She had come so close, and she knew Nina would probably emerge very soon, but she was helpless to stop the flood at this point, and she felt her stomach cramp fiercely. With a loud fart, she exploded with poop into her pants, instantly filling her panties with poop that quickly seeped through. She knew this was only the start, as poop poured out of her endlessly, filling her pants to the point that she didn’t think they would hold anymore. But nonetheless, she continued to poo without end, feeling almost like she had made very little progress with her load. She saw now that Vanessa was coming in from outside, her jeans bulging and brown, and she laughed when she saw that Maria too had not made it to the bathroom and was standing in the hallway messing herself. “Did Nina make it?” Vanessa asked. “I think so,” Maria replied, as she continued to poo outside the bathroom door. “Not quite,” Nina called laughingly from the inside of the bathroom. “Well, this didn’t go very well for us, did it,” Vanessa smiled. Maria’s load was finally slowing down, and she began to push to expel the last bits of her poop. On the toilet, Nina too was finishing up, unsure of how to fix the mess she was about to make of her friend’s bathroom. One thing was for sure: the girls had certainly learned their lesson about late night ice cream trips, and this would certainly be a bonding moment for the three friends who had messed themselves practically in unison. Maria began to laugh, now finished her load, and her friends joined in. “Well, let’s get cleaned up,” Vanessa smiled. *********** That’s it, I hope you liked it just as much as I did!
  12. Hey, guys! Many of you have asked, and I am excited to announce that I have decided to start taking commissions (and have most of my ducks in a row)! 😆 First, I should mention my request thread. I am currently not accepting further requests, though I am still committed to honoring the ones that I have already accepted! I spend a lot of time on these images (sometimes between six-and-a-half to seven hours), and considering that I try to get one to two done per week (including intermittent pages for my comic, Off-Limits!), it is hard to justify spending that much time on them. So, why commission me? The first benefit is that paid work would receive priority over free work. I have a backlog of thirty-some requests. This means that, if you were one of the later requesters, you likely won’t see your work for a long time. The second benefit is the ability to provide input during the creation of a piece; I simply don’t have time to take active input on free requests, but most certainly can if the piece is commissioned! In case you haven’t seen my work before, I keep all of it (save for the comic) in my Hoard, which you can access here. I hope that gives you an idea of what I am and am not capable of. Recently, I have been practicing anatomy more seriously as well as working on more detailed background paintings. https://www.omorashi.org/gallery/album/978-jailor-eckmans-hoard/ For now, I am opening up 3 slots for commissions. This way, I can promise to complete your commission in a reasonable timeframe (within two weeks). I will keep this thread updated as slots are occupied or freed up! So, if you are interested in commissioning something from me, here’s what you should do! Reach out to me with what you are interested in having drawn! You can do this by DMing me or emailing me at [email protected] (please put “Commission” in the subject line, as it will mean getting a faster response from me!). This is also an opportunity for you to really go into detail about what you want! I’ll probably end up asking you a lot of questions, because I want to get the drawing right! Any input or detail you can provide during the early stages will be of tremendous help! If I accept the commission, I’ll draft you up an invoice for a deposit of 50% of the cost of the completed piece. You’ll have a slot reserved for 48 hours until I receive your deposit. Once I have your payment, I’ll get to work on your drawing! If necessary, that may mean sending you another email with a few very rough thumbnail sketches so I can nail the composition before I get to work on the bigger piece! If you want any major changes (pose, camera angle, setting, etc.) to be made, this will be the time to point them out to me! When I know what you want in terms of composition, I’ll get started on the actual piece. I will do my best to keep you up-to-date as I work on it, by sending you images of the work in progress depending on the type of image you want (for instance, sketches will be fairly bare-bones). After I have completed your commission, I’ll send you a sample (watermarked and low-res) of the final image along with another invoice for the last 50%. Once I have your last payment, I’ll send you the completed image along with any of the relevant editable files. (I work in Krita, so they will be in a .kra format). To be honest, this was the biggest reason I hesitated to actually start taking commissions. I put a lot of time into the images you see in my Hoard… usually six-and-a-half hours or more. It’s hard to justify spending that much time (and occasionally double that, if I post two in a week) on Omorashi artwork, despite my love for making it. The pricing I’m presenting here is what it would take to be worth it. Note, however, that depending on what you want done, it may cost more or less! That being said, the “stages” you can commission should look familiar: $17 Note: Backgrounds do not increase the price of a sketch! $34 $43 $60 If you want to add a background, I have two options: Simple Background: +$5 (Free with sketches!) Full Background: +$17 to $60, depending on the stage (Free with sketches!). These prices are approximations based on a full-body image of a single character with a moderately complicated outfit. Additional characters may simply be included in the price of the background, depending on the kind of detail that you want. I’m generally pretty laid back about what I will do, and only have a few things that I won’t do. Will Do! - 1: Desperation or Wetting 2: OCs 3: Diaper 4: Furry* 5: Bondage 6: Tickling 7: Etc. (*I am absolutely willing to do furries, but I don’t have experience drawing them, so this may be a gamble for you!) Also, I am willing to do SFW stuff too! Like D&D character portraits, backgrounds, and so on. (Just thought I’d throw that out there, lol!) Won’t Do! - 1: Loli or Underage (Automatic ‘No’) 2: Copyrighted Characters or Characters You Don’t Own (Will do an “off-brand” version of any such character, though!) 3: Images Based on Real People 4: Male-Focused Commissions. Hooray for cover-my-ass legalese! This section is mainly intended to provide coverage for common problems that occur with commissioning artists. Anyway, by choosing to commission artwork from me, you are accepting the following terms: I, as the artist of the piece: 1: * Retain the full copyright of the piece. This means that I can publish the image to promote myself on websites, in print, or anywhere else I want, including for commercial purposes. (I am very willing to negotiate this term, especially if you are uncomfortable with me using the piece commercially!) 2: Require that my signature remain on all versions of the image. (Please don’t photoshop it off, lol!) 3: Will not provide refunds on the first 50% of the payment once I have started working on the piece! 4: Reserve the right to increase the price of work should the commissioner request difficult or time-consuming changes during the creation of the piece. (I want to match your vision perfectly, but cannot afford to spend six years tweaking a ~$17 image!) 5: Am not obligated to make changes to the piece once I have deemed it “complete.” (This applies mainly to difficult changes, which will raise the price. I may still, in good faith, choose to make free revisions for you, but this is at my discretion!) 6: Reserve the right to cancel your commission and refund (in whole if I have not started, or 50% of) your purchase at any time during the creation of the piece. You, as the commissioner of the piece: 1: May use the piece in any personal way. 2: May use the piece for self-promotion so long as the original artist is credited. (My signature will suffice!) 3: Retain full copyright of OCs or original content, though not the drawing itself. 4: May negotiate with me to sell the piece as or on merchandise, or use it in other commercial ways. Examples of Copyright Infringement Include: 1: Taking credit for the work, original or altered 2: Failing to credit the artist (e.g. removing my signature) 3: Making commercial use of the piece without negotiating with the artist. Now that all of the ugly technicalities are out of the way, here’s something fun! For the first TEN commissions I receive, I will be providing an automatic 20% discount for all types of drawings!
  13. A/N: A commission for Imouto Kitten, featuring Yellow and Red from the Pokemon manga, set during a time where Yellow is still disguised as a boy. Very mild sexual content toward the end, but very, very mild, childish curiosity level. Yellow isn’t sure what she should do. So far, her disguise has been fairly easy to maintain, but since she began traveling with Red, there have been more chances for her to slip up and reveal that she isn’t actually a boy. Still, she has managed up until now, but now, one very important issue has been brought to mind, and she doesn’t know how to bring it up. For a while now, she’s felt the nagging need to pee, and though she’s tried to ignore it, it’s getting to the point where she can’t anymore. With them being out in the middle of nowhere, there’s no chance for her to briefly disappear and find a public bathroom, and peeing outside in the wilderness is very different for boys than it is for girls. Not to mention the fact that, even if he doesn’t know that she’s a girl, it’s a little embarrassing to tell the boy she’s starting to develop a crush on that she needs to take a break to pee. Without any options in mind, she just keeps trying to ignore it, though the pressure steadily grows, until each step jostles her full bladder, and she winces each time she is hit with a sharp pang. Though she knows it’s unlikely, she’s still holding out a shred of hope that she might find an opportunity to be able to excuse herself long enough to relieve herself without him knowing that’s what she’s doing, and without him having a chance to catch her and expose her as a girl. In reality, she knows she should probably be figuring out a way to get up the nerve to tell him that she has to pee, and find an excuse for why she has to be very alone to do so, but it’s so embarrassing to even imagine bringing it up that she doesn’t. Though she’s dooming herself by not at least trying, her shame stops her every time, no matter how her desperation grows. Her walk becomes rather stiff as she tries to avoid upsetting her bladder too much. Whenever she can manage, she subtly squeezes her thighs together, trying to alleviate the growing pressure as much as she can. Her heart is racing as she struggles against her needs, growing shaky the worse it becomes. Finally, she has to come to terms with the fact that she’s going to wet herself if she doesn’t swallow her pride soon. Yellow decides that she will have to make whatever excuses that she has to, so long as she doesn’t end up humiliating herself by soaking herself in front of Red. That’s far worse than just admitting that she has to pee, and maybe confusing him with how secretive she is about the whole thing. With this resolve in mind, she opens her mouth to say something, only for Red to hold up a hand. “Did you hear that?” he asks. “H-hear what?” she stammers, a pang in her abdomen throwing off her speech. “It sounds like we’re not alone. We need to be-” Before he can finish his sentence, the noises in the bushes are explained, as a hoard of Spearow suddenly come at them. Which means that they have no choice but to go into battle, and defend themselves from the unexpected attack. Yellow can’t worry about her desperate situation, no matter how bad it has become, and no matter how hard it may be to focus on anything else right now. She has to put it out of her mind, even though she’s already on the verge of wetting herself, and she really wishes that she had swallowed her pride a little bit sooner. Though their opponents are numerous, they aren’t difficult to fight, it just becomes a tedious fight, with so many opponents to take out. If it were just one, it would have been over in no time, but because it isn’t, it’s drug out for so long that Yellow isn’t able to focus on the battle at all. Red is able to handle himself, as she hangs back, hesitating, her thighs pressed tightly together, biting her lip as she feels a leak escaping her. She whimpers, trying to regain control, but there’s nothing she can do to stop it. And as she loses her own battle, Red finishes up theirs, calling his Pokemon back, and turning to her. “That wasn’t too bad, huh, Yel- hey, what’s wrong?” “D-don’t look at me!” she begs, jamming her hands between her legs in a last ditch effort to stop it from happening, but it’s no use. Red doesn’t look away, and she can’t stop the spurt of urine that jets out of her, until it turns into a steady stream, soaking her clothes. He watches as she completely wets herself in front of him, unable to explain the odd feelings he has seeing the other “boy” do such a thing. As Yellow’s stream trickles to a stop, she collapses to her knees, sobbing in humiliation. After all that, she ended up embarrassing herself so much more than if she had just gone! Now, no matter what, Red will always see her as a kid who can’t- “Hey, you don’t need to be sad,” he says, coming closer to her. “That was a pretty high pressure situation, wasn’t it? Accidents happen, and there was nothing we could do to get out of that so...it’s no big deal.” “B-but I…” She sniffs, looking up at him, but he only gives her a reassuring smile, offering a hand to help her up. Yellow hesitates before taking it. “I won’t tell anyone, alright? I promise,” he says with a smile, and already, she starts to feel better just from how nice he is being to her. But then, once he has her standing, he reaches for the waistband of her pants and says, “Here, let me help you get cleaned up and changed!” Panicking, Yellow tries to pull back, saying, “N-no, it’s fine, I’ll change later! I’m fine!” “What? No way, you’re going to get a rash or something, just change right now. There’s no one around so just…” There is a brief struggle, and Yellow fights with all she has, but Red manages to overpower her, yanking her pants and underwear down in one swoop, revealing her glistening girlhood to the open air. Several awkward moments pass as Red gawks at her, trying to process this revelation, and Yellow is so embarrassed that she doesn’t know what to do. She is frozen in place, while he starts to understand the situation, and make sense of the developing feelings that he had tried to deny simply because he thought she was a boy. “Well, I...guess I understand now,” he says, finally breaking the silence. “I-I’m sorry for...doing that? Listen, I can make it up to you!” Covering her face with her hands, Yellow moans, but still can’t think of anything to say. But then she hears what sounds like a zipper, and looks back to Red, seeing that he’s undone his fly. “Wh...what are you doing?” “I thought maybe it would be fair...I could let you see mine, since I saw yours,” he offers, blushing as he speaks. Overcome with curiosity, and letting that win out over her embarrassment, Yellow nods, and he frees his member. She can’t help her curiosity as she kneels to get a better look, muttering, “So, this is what a boy’s thing looks like.” Mesmerized, she reaches to give it a gentle poke, and Red jolts, starting to get hard. The sudden change surprises Yellow, but her curiosity doesn’t end there. “How do boys really pee?” she asks. “It would be fair if you showed me.” “I...yeah, I guess it would,” he agrees. Though it’s difficult with his partial erection, he manages to relax that enough, and can even overcome the stage fright he gets from trying to pee in front of the girls he’s developed a crush on, but he manages to pee for her and satisfy her curiosity. “Everything that happened will be our secret,” he says. “Just between us. I’ll help you with your disguise, so it’ll be easier to hide that you’re a girl!” Reassured, Yellow is happy to continue her journey with Red.
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    Here is The Comedian giving up on trying to hold it. No wetting included in this picture, just that moment of defeat before hand.
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    I can't remember who commissioned this honestly.
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    A commission for someone on Deviant art, His OC Armor, waiting to be changed
  20. I'm working on an ABDL game, and as part of it, I'm requesting / looking to commission an artist (or artists) to make some art for most of the characters. What I'm looking for is art of people wearing diapers underneath kigurumis, with the kigurumi being worn in such a way that the diaper is at least partially visible. (See attached for a pic from artist PizzaBagel which captures the spirit of what I'm after.) I've got the character designs (mostly) planned out, so I can give you all the details needed to make it perfect. Let me know what the price points are and so on. I look forward to working with you!
  21. heya! mods feel free to remove this if this isnt the right forum for this but i write piss fics! my ao3 is sonyvegaspro7 if you want examples of my work :3 and they are $5 per 1k words! maximum of like... idk 25k words most of my fics are short oneshots clocking in at at most 3k words so. JUST general info you gotta read if you choose to comm me: i REFUSE to write fics about minors (i refuse to age up canon minors also. dont even fucking bother me), incest/pedophilic/abusive ships or couples or just whatever anything like that, diapers and scat, and pokemon + feral animals. i also have the right to refuse anything i dont feel comfortable writing! HOWEVER ... i will write sex of all kinds, most fetishes combined with piss/pants wetting, any gender, furry or human, just throw an idea at me and ill most likely do it as long as it doesnt have any ideas about the first bullet! i work 4-5 days a week in 5-7 hour shifts, so i might be slow at writing! please be aware! i will always update you with progress screenshots/where im at if u ask! if you are interested, comment below or feel free to pm me ! from there i will give u my discord so we can chat abt specifics 😄 thank you!
  22. Hey guys! This was a commission that I wrote, and I absolutely loved writing it. Hope you guys enjoy! - Jade really couldn’t remember the last time that her roommate had an emergency. Riley, said roommate, was sharing an apartment with her for college, and both just so happened to be in the engineering department. Both were friends since freshman year, and moved in together at the beginning of junior. A lot of people swore they were sisters: both had curly brown hair, a similar complexion, and hazel eyes, only difference was that Riley was taller. On the days that the two would have free time, which was rare, they would practically be attached to the hip, doing whatever they felt like. And she swore that her roommate was a fucking camel. Literally every single day, Jade would strain to listen to her roommate’s trickling stream hit the water in the bowl, as her room was next to the only bathroom they shared. Riley’s classes were scattered throughout the day, so she’d be up before eight in the morning while Jade could relax until ten before her classes began. Without fail, she almost never heard her take a bathroom break. She couldn’t think of a single time where she saw Riley even desperate, let alone scrambling to the toilet. The closest she’d ever come to that was loudly proclaiming how she hadn’t gone in over twelve hours, and the two had gone out for drinks that evening. Despite the length of time, she made no attempt to walk faster than a normal pace, and once was in the bathroom let out a minute-long gusher. Jade had peed three times at the bar, and would go another two times that night. Of course, Jade loved it. She loved knowing that her roommate hadn’t taken a piss in literal hours, and loved hearing that she’d definitely gone longer in the past without a bathroom break. “How...how do you hold for so long?” she once asked in the past, at the beginning of the reveal. “How the everloving fuck do you manage to not piss yourself?” “I’ve always been like this,” Riley admitted. “Even as a kid. My parents made sure to get me out of diapers before I was a year old, and out of pull-ups by eighteen months. I played a lot of sports as a kid and drank a lot of water, so I would be forced to hold it. I guess my body just adjusted to that.” Either way, it was hot. But Jade couldn’t tell her roommate. She secretly had a piss fetish, specifically watching others desperately squirm as they’re mere seconds from wetting themselves and watching full bladders bulge from the waistband. A few weeks ago, after a long day of classes and clubs, Riley came into the “office” (the pair shared a corner of their overly spacious living room blocked off with curtains to do homework and other necessary things) and the first thing Jade noticed was a significant bulge peeking out from her jeans, evident since she was wearing a crop top. Riley had noticed her staring and made a comment about taking a photo for longer admiration. “There’s no way you haven’t gone since this morning,” she had said. “You’re right, I haven’t gone since last night. Didn’t feel the need to. Although I could definitely use it right now.” Jade couldn’t help herself and placed her hand on the protruding organ, feeling how warm and solid it was. A few seconds had passed before she ripped her hand away, praying to some upper deity that she didn’t put two and two together. “That impressed that I’m full?” Riley had laughed. “Go on, touch it. I don’t mind.” With more hesitancy the second time, Jade felt again, arousal flooding her body. She’d only ever touched someone else’s bladder a handful of times, usually out of drunken stupidity and taking advantage of the situation. With this, it was clear that her roommate had consumed an unholy amount of fluids, and probably could’ve pissed three times before entering the apartment. She wouldn’t use the bathroom until well after Jade had gone to bed, where she heard very, very relaxed footsteps, saw the light flicker on, and moments later heard another hard stream hit the water. It went on for well over two minutes that time, and as much as Jade strained to hear, there were no sighs of relief or swears leaving her mouth. They discussed her large bladder a few times, each time Riley answering unabashedly. Every time they did, Jade took that information with her to bed that evening and used it as jerk off material, imagining her roommate bursting at the seams every single time. She was determined to witness it happen. So when the opportunity came, she jumped at it. The pair decided on taking a trip that summer overseas, both discussing since freshman year how they wanted to travel to Europe for a few weeks. After plenty of nights of working their asses off and saving every penny they could, they finally booked a trip for the two of them. “I’m so excited for this!” Riley cried as they finished packing that evening. “Finally, a bit of a break!” No kidding. Junior year was the beginning of the end for them, and that meant that they put many hours into projects and overall studying that could’ve been otherwise used for free time. Even Jade found herself literally forgetting to use the bathroom in lieu of stressful hours of studying, to the point that she ended up rushing to the bathroom once her body made it clear that she was seconds from involuntarily vacating her bladder all over her chair. Of course, Riley never moved. They were supposed to leave early that morning, getting up long before sunrise to get an Uber to the airport. Then they’d enjoy breakfast in their terminal, wait around a bit longer, and then board their plane. Seems pretty straightforward, right? Jade had a plan. She was finally going to see Riley lose control, no matter what it took. They were relaxing at their computers that evening, enjoying the last bit of peace before their vacation took hold of their lives. “Better not stop us with your many bathroom breaks,” she quipped. “We all know that you pee for literal minutes, and that could make us miss the flight!” She was half joking. Obviously, this wasn’t going to snag Riley into anything, but a look of competition sprang into her roommate’s eyes. “Oh yeah?” she growled. “You think I can’t hold it? What about the many times I didn’t go while you went over a dozen?” “And like I said, when you do go it’s for a long time,” Jade shot back. “We don’t need you flooding a stall and making us late.” Riley rolled her eyes. “I bet you I can hold it.” “I bet you can’t hold it until we get into Europe.” There was no hesitancy when Riley agreed, and a warm buzz came over Jade. Finally! They got up early that next morning, grabbing all of their things. One of the agreements was that Jade could go as often as she wanted, but every time she did she had to be in the stall with her. Easy enough, right? Riley was so certain that she’d make it to Europe. They had to be up at three in the morning to get to the airport at five, because it was an international flight and they didn’t want to miss anything at all. Then they’d board their flight at eight-thirty, and make their way to Newark, New Jersey, catch the connecting flight there, and then make the trek across the Atlantic. Essentially, she wouldn’t be having a bathroom break for almost a full twenty-four hours. But she swore up and down that she would be fine. Jade honestly believed her. The girls went to bed excited, hardly sleeping at all. Before either knew it, their alarms were going off, signaling that it was three in the morning and they had to get moving. Jade was the first one dressed and ready, and went to Riley’s room just as she was slipping on her shoes. “Ready to head out?” she asked. “You know it!” Riley exclaimed. “I’m so hype to get away from life, this trip will be a breath of fresh air.” Jade noticed an almost full cup of water next to Riley’s bedside, pointing at it. “No leaving until you drink that,” she commanded. Her roommate made a face at first, looking confused before her eyes widened with realization. Smirking, Riley took the cup and downed its contents in just a few short seconds. “Better?” she asked teasingly. “Much. Remember, no potty break until we get into Europe! And even then, you’ll have to ask me.” “Yes ma’am,” Riley joked. “Am I allowed to go before we leave?” “We’re gonna use a scale, with one being as if you just went two seconds ago and ten being that you’re two seconds from wetting yourself. Where are you right now?” She seemed to pause for a few moments in thought. “Honestly...about a two, maybe a three.” Jade grinned, shaking her head at the other girl. “Then you can definitely hold it! Let’s go!” The girls made their departure, hauling their luggage to Jade’s car to drive to the airport. They stopped briefly to grab coffee to help stay awake for the hour and a half stint. Both were happy getting large, and they were empty only halfway through the journey. Before long, Jade noticed her leg jiggling, and her hands gripping the steering wheel a bit harder than usual. “Looks like I already need a potty break,” she joked. She knew it was the eagerness of watching her extremely attractive and big-bladdered roommate possibly lose control, with the addition of caffeine already entering her body long before it normally would. Riley perked up. “Already? It’s only been an hour since we woke up!” “I know, I know. I have a tiny bladder, I can’t help it.” She truly didn’t think she’d comfortably make it until the airport, either; she already felt like she was at an eight. Punching in the nearest gas station in the GPS, she made a short detour just minutes later. Parking the car, Jade started to get out. “Come on,” she motioned to her roommate. Smirking, Riley followed after. They made their way to the bathroom, with the toilet in sight increasing Jade’s desperation. Bouncing a little, she quickly ushered her roommate inside. Right as the door closed, Jade yanked her pants and underwear down, unleashing her own gusher into the toilet. Basking in the relief from the sudden yet acute desperation, she managed to glance at Riley, who looked almost bored. Sleepy, probably. Of course, it was too soon for it to have any effect on her. Wrapping up, they left the station and entered back onto the highway. Just a half hour later, the airport was in sight. She had to admit, a small snag of guilt was gnawing at her. “If you want to back out of this, you can,” she almost whispered. Riley chuckled, shaking her head. “I’m fully aware of what I got myself into. I’m perfectly fine with this, rest assured that I can hold well until we get overseas.” That sounded almost too good to be true, and she planned on holding the poor girl to her promise. Minutes later, they entered the lot, parked, and were waiting for the shuttle to take them to the main airport. Seeing that they were the only two around, Jade decided to ask, “Scale now?” “Still about a two,” Riley admitted. “Definitely inching towards three.” Jade slowly reached her hand out, waiting for a nod of approval. Once approved, she felt her lower stomach, and was almost shocked to feel a bulge. She gave Riley a look. “You sure you don’t need a bathroom break right now?” “Positive,” the girl admitted. “Although it’s definitely over a three when you push on it like that.” Hearing that, Jade couldn’t help herself and pushed a bit harder, trying to look for something, anything, even the smallest sign of desperation. Other than feeling her body naturally tense, nothing happened, and Jade was determined even more than ever. The shuttle came, carted them through the parking lot, and dropped them off on the other side. The pair made the dreadful trek through getting checked in, their physical tickets, dropping off the luggage, and through the even more strict international security. All in all, roughly an hour passed before they appeared on the other side. Jade checked her watch and saw that it was a little past five in the morning, and a lot of the restaurants were beginning to open up. “Let’s go get food,” Jade proposed. Riley made no objection. They decided on a diner-esque establishment, taking their seats in a booth. They both ordered coffee and water, and also decided on pancakes. Jade watched observantly, taking note of the liquids Riley had consumed thus far: two cups of water now, a large iced coffee, and then finishing this coffee. She already felt another urge to pee, and her roommate looked fine as ever. They wrapped up their breakfast, with Jade having a second refill on her water, and Riley had four. She decided to take another bathroom break, pulling her roommate in with her. “Think you’ll be okay this time?” “I’m completely fine!” Riley grinned. Jade peed, and felt the other’s bladder yet again. It felt firmer than before, and she knew that if that bladder was hers she would’ve burst by that point. “Scale?” “When you’re touching it, cusping on a five. But normally a four.” Getting higher! They left the bathroom and took their place in their terminal, with an hour left before boarding started. Browsing their phones, Jade finally noticed the first signs: Riley had her legs crossed every so often, and her legs began bouncing. To anyone, it looked like restlessness, especially with the early morning they had. But she knew exactly what was going on. Over the course of the hour, Riley’s legs went from moving every so often to her having one permanently over the other. She looked completely calm still and showed no desire of tapping out anytime soon. “Would you normally go by now?” Jade asked. “Usually, yes. I’m at a five definitely, and if I had a test within the next twenty minutes or was heading to work I would go right now to avoid any issues.” Riley was at the point where Jade would listen to those minute-long streams, with no sigh of relief behind it. How long would it be when it burst out of her? God, she could hardly wait and she had literal hours ahead of her still. Finally, time to board! She made Riley promise her that she wouldn’t tap out on the flight, and that when she did, it would be on European soil. Her roommate promised, but for the first time, she looked...uncertain. It was barely there, but Jade noticed the hint of hesitancy in her eyes. Was...was she beginning to crack? Was this the beginning of the end for her? Nonetheless, a promise is a promise. Ater the usual people boarded first, the girls boarded about twenty minutes later. Grabbing their personal bags, they made their way through the massive line, with Jade keeping her eyes on Riley. The taller girl was definitely fidgeting, and was distracting herself with her phone. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, and repositioned herself every minute or so. Again, it very much looked like she was restless as over half of the line was doing the same thing. It was almost eight when the pair took their seats, and Riley gasped. Jade gave her a funny look. “You okay?” Riley laughed, easing into her chair a bit more. “I guess I filled up a bit more between the terminal and now, and when I plopped down into my chair it kinda hit me. I’m at a six.” Hearing that made Jade’s heart soar. Riley had her legs pressed together, put her headphones in, and promptly fell asleep within five minutes, right after the rest of the passengers came onto the plane. Shortly after, the flight attendants did their usual spiel, the aircraft prepared to takeoff, and shortly after they were rapidly climbing higher and higher in the air. Their flight was supposed to land in Newark in three hours. Then they would have a two hour layover, and then another seven hour flight into Europe, specifically New Amsterdam. As excited as she was, Jade had to admit to herself that the idea of Riley breaking her promise was making her burst, ha, with joy. -Time Skip- The entire flight Riley slept peacefully, shifting around here and there. Towards the end though, she had once again crossed her legs, and her facial expressions seemed more tense. Jade thought to wake her before the bumpy landing...but where would the fun in that be? Like usual, the plane landed with a bit of a bounce, and Riley woke up with a start. Instantly, her face twisted into a grimace, and her hands flew into her lap. Jade had to hide her own look of elation, struggling to not beam happily. Riley stayed like that for a few moments, poised stiffly on the edge of her seat while holding herself. Her eyes read sheer panic, darting around the room. After some time, she sighed heavily and carefully removed her hands, relaxing. Her legs stayed crossed however. “Definitely almost wet myself there,” she admitted. “I thought I’d be awake before the landing, given all the coffee I had earlier. The bump literally shook me, and I was not expecting to be this full already.” Jade placed a hand over her bladder, and had to suppress a groan. Sure enough, Riley was a lot fuller than earlier, and it felt almost twice as big. “You really think you can make it to Europe like this?” Like earlier, there was a pause. Instead of fleeting, several seconds passed before she opened her mouth again. “Positive. I’ve held it a lot longer than this in the past.” “Good, because I’m definitely plying you with drinks before we board the next flight.” When it was their turn to leave, the pair grabbed their bags and made the trek into the second airport, heading to their connected flight’s terminal. Riley was walking a lot stiffer than before, and whenever they were still she was exceptionally bouncy, her hands balling into fists at her sides. There was a bathroom nearby, with a line. Jade decided to join it, and dragged Riley along. At first she was fine, maintaining a conversation. But as they got inside and the sounds of flushing toilets and running water hit her, she rapidly grew quiet. She protectively held her bladder, easing her hands lower ever so often. “Make sure you ask for that as well,” Jade whispered. Riley’s eyes widened before she nodded, once again putting them at her side. “Can I go?” “Is it a want, or a need?” “...Want.” Jade’s silence was her answer. Riley continued bouncing around, twisting her legs together as much as she could. Because of the tiny stall they had to squeeze in together, and the moment they were out of visible sight to the public the taller girl started to hold herself again. “You need to ask,” Jade reminded. “P-please?” Riley rasped. “I was fine until I got in here and saw the toilet, I really, really need-” “Want,” Jade corrected. “But yes, you can.” She lowered her pants and sat down, releasing alongside the dozens of other girls in the bathroom. Many streams, from trickling to full on gushing, were audible. Riley was squirming all over the place, holding onto the walls of the stall to keep herself upright. “Please hurry the fuck up,” she pleaded. “I’m about seconds from pissing myself, these noises and just watching you is quickly wearing me down.” Riley was too distracted to notice just how soaked Jade was from arousal. She felt that just two swipes at her clit, and she’d cum. Jade took her time, finally signaling to her roommate that they were leaving. Riley attempted to just run out of the bathroom, but Jade grabbed her shoulder. “Now, you know you can leave like that,” she scolded. “We’re still in public, you have to compose yourself.” Trembling, Riley slowly removed her hands from her crotch, straightened herself out, and swiftly left the stall with Jade right behind her. The girls walked briskly in the direction of their next destination, and it took for the smaller girl to stop her roommate for her to snap out of her trace. “Again, are you okay?” She nodded. “Sorry, I just needed to get as far away as quickly as possible. The sounds, I really thought I was gonna lose it.” “Don’t forget, we agreed you can go in Europe. We’re still in America, and won’t be overseas for another nine-ish hours.” “Don’t remind me,” Riley groaned. “I can make it.” She seemed to be telling herself that, rather than to Jade. Nonetheless, the girls went to a burger joint, deciding to grab lunch right by the terminal. Both ordered water with their meal, and this time Riley visibly struggled with even holding the chilled cup. Her hand shook slightly, and rather than gulp it down, she sipped at it instead. “All of it,” Jade pressed. Another four glasses of water later, Riley couldn’t keep still at all. Her hands kept busy, bunching together fistfuls of her shirt or fiddling with whatever she could get fingers on. She kept glancing over at a nearby bathroom, biting her lip. The girls paid and took their places in the terminal, sitting away from the few people that were already there. Like before, Riley gasped once she sat down, feeling her bladder shift considerably. Jade decided to feel again, and felt around. Sure enough, the poor girl was nursing a very visible distended bulge: she was already skinny to begin with, and even sitting it was obvious how stretched it was. “Don’t press down,” Riley hissed through clenched teeth. “I’m almost at an eight and I’m really feeling it right now.” Despite the warning, Jade pushed inwards, and Riley bit back a scream. Her hands started to go to her crotch, but stopped halfway when she remembered the agreement. Instead, she opted to grip the armrests, clamping her legs together as tight as physically possible. “N-nine,” she stammered. Jade desperately wanted to hear her mutter the highest number and pushed even harder. A soft squeal came from Riley as her hands traveled to her thighs, her eyes pleading for permission. The smaller girl nodded, and Riley held herself tightly, her body curling into a ball. “F-fuck, I’m gonna-I can’t...P-please…” she begged. Feeling just a tad merciful, Jade removed her hand. The second she did Riley broke out into the most animated potty dance that she’d ever seen, consisting of contorted limbs wrapping around each other and vigorous amounts of squirming. Small moans of pain came from her, and she looked to be in tears. Jade was honestly concerned that she’d wet herself right there at the airport. Finally, after what seemed like forever, Riley relaxed again. Her hands were on the armrests again, and she wasn’t quite as tense as before. “Okay, I lied earlier when I said I almost pissed myself then,” she laughed. “That was a close one. It was right there and it felt like I was almost physically pressing it back inside of me.” They still had an hour to spare before boarding began, so Jade brought the both of them large bottles of water for the flight, and a couple of snacks as well to tide them over. By the time it began, Jade had taken a second bathroom break (this time it was without Riley to save time), and had refilled Riley’s bottle fully. After calculating, her roommate had over a gallon of fluids in her system. And she still couldn’t pee for over eight hours. They got in line to board, and Riley couldn’t keep still at all. She squirmed in place, trying in vain to not be too obvious. Her hands fidgeted at her sides, from gripping her shirt, to her flinging them around, to grabbing her phone, to fiddling with her bag. Her legs were always together when not in motion, and she looked terrified. Eventually, they made their way into the plane and took their seats again, this time for their seven hour flight. “No getting up to use the bathroom,” Jade reminded. “I want you to hold it UNTIL we get to Europe. You can do that, right?” Riley looked scared. Petrified, even. After a while, she finally nodded. “I’m allowed to sleep, right?” “Of course.” -Time Skip- How the hell Riley managed to sleep through the majority of the ride, Jade would never know. However, there were multiple instances where she woke up in a cold sweat desperately fidgeting, and the last handful of times she asked to use her hands again. The last time she fell asleep, her hands were glued to her crotch. This time, Riley was awake for the landing. She was practically bouncing out of her seat, fanning her legs in and out. When people were getting up to leave, they had to remain seated until their row was called, which was in the middle. “You can hold it,” Jade said. “How full are you now?” “N-nine,” Riley panted. “Oh my g-god, I’m bursting.” Jade felt again, and the slightest touch sent the taller girl into a frenzy. She attempted to pull away from the touch, but Jade was relentless. She didn’t push like earlier though, genuinely afraid she’d have an accident. As hot as it would be, they still had to navigate the airport, catch a taxi to their hotel, check in, and then find the room. They got inside the terminal after quite some time waiting, and started making their way to their luggage pickup. They passed a bathroom, and Jade stopped. “I need to pee,” she said casually. Riley was openly holding herself at that point. “Can I?” she asked meekly. Jade only shook her head, grabbing her hand and pulling her inside. They went to the bigger stall, and once inside Riley even unbuttoned her jeans to give her bladder room to grow. “I need it,” she groaned. “Please!” “Need, or want?” “Need…” She lowered her head. “Want, damn it.” Jade chuckled and quickly went, and Riley couldn’t control herself anymore, literally hopping in place. “No hands,” Jade ordered. Riley whined and ripped them away, waving them around frantically. She danced around and tried her hardest to look elsewhere from where Jade was sitting. Then, out of nowhere, she opened the stall and left. Huh? Jade wrapped things up and rushed out, washing her hands and catching up to Riley. She found the taller girl in the main terminal, a dozen feet from the bathroom’s entrance. “I could not handle that, I’m sorry,” she wheezed. “I could feel it again, and I would’ve wet myself if I stayed in there listening to you.” They made their way to the luggage pickup, on the other side of the airport. There, they would take their taxi. It was almost four in the morning in the city they were in, and they still had to get to the hotel. It took another twenty minutes for their luggage to come off the plane, and they found a taxi quickly after. They climbed in the backseat, and took the ten-minute trip to the hotel. Jade took the opportunity to get another feel in, promising to not put any pressure. It truly felt like a bowling ball was nesting in her lower belly, warm and tight. “I’m pretty tired,” Jade yawned as they reached their destination. “What do you say? Let’s turn in for the night.” Riley bounced where she stood, eyeing the nearby bathrooms again. Words seemed to evade her for a moment. “I...I-I can’t…” They got their room keys and found their shared room, having only a single bed since they would only stay there for two nights before moving elsewhere. “H-hands, please,” Riley rasped. “Hands? What about them?” “Can I…” Riley gasped, straightening out while trembling. “Please, let me use them!” “I don’t think you need to,” Jade snickered. “What happened to having such an iron bladder?” “That was before I hadn't gone in over eighteen hours, and had so much to drink!” “Which reminds me.” Jade motioned to the mostly full bottle peeking out of her bag. “Finish it. Then I’ll consider.” Riley moaned, yanking the bottle from her bag. She twisted the cap off, threw it to the side, and inhaled the liquid inside. Her free hand kept wandering to her crotch, even squeezing there for a brief moment before staying at her side. “There, happy? Can I go now?” “Go to sleep, yes,” Jade said. “Come on. I know we’re both tired. You hardly slept on the second flight.” After a mental debate, Riley joined her in bed, shedding layers of clothing until both were down to just their shirts and underwear. “Ask me again when we’re awake,” Jade said. She had her back turned and heard Riley swearing to herself, twisting into a pretzel. The bed vibrated as she kept shifting, whispering nonsense into the darkness: “It’s so fucking full,” “I don’t think I can wait until morning,” and “I’m not gonna make it I’m not gonna make it I’m not-” Jade managed to fall asleep, and later woke up by hearing Riley pacing around the room. She looked at her roommate, who clearly was at her wits’ end. “Please!” she almost whispered. “I can’t hold it, I’m about to lose it!” “How bad is it now?” “A fucking ten,” Riley gasped. “I’ve been at a ten since we got to the fucking hotel!” Finally! It was music to Jade’s ears, and she took great delight in seeing just how full Riley was. Her bladder stretched her panties where they almost looked too small on her, and she looked almost pregnant. “Please,” she begged. “Follow me into the bathroom,” Jade said. Whining, Riley complied. The two girls entered, and Riley held herself, not even attempting to ask. “I have to,” was her response. “I’m literally about to piss myself.” Jade sat on the toilet, basking in her roommate’s desperation. She’d never seen Riley beg, squirm, or even have her bulge be that huge. And she’s sure she’d never held for this long either. “You need this that badly?” “Yes,” Riley gasped. “Too bad. We’re going out. Leave so I can use the bathroom, and you don’t wet yourself.” Riley did so without complaining, clearly not happy with the decision. Jade made sure to be obnoxious with her bathroom break, sighing happily and forcing her stream out just a bit faster. Then the girls got dressed, and decided to get breakfast somewhere nearby. Walking down the street in the slightly brisk air did no favors for Riley, who was hunched over as she walked. She held herself firmly, and was barely keeping up with Jade. “We’re almost there,” Jade cooed. “I’m sure you’d want another coffee, right? And some more water at that.” Riley couldn’t even speak, grunting as a form of answer. She was sweating vigorously, and mere feet away from the location they chose, she froze in place. “Riley?” “I-I c-c-can’t...I-I need…” “Want, or need?” Riley opened her mouth, and then a look of sheer horror spread quickly on her face. Looking around, she darted between two parked cars and ripped her pants and underwear down, not a moment too soon either. The second she cleared any fabric between her legs, a thick rope of piss left her body, slapping noisily against the pavement. She sighed in relief, tossing her head back as she moaned, almost wanton. It was like a jet, coming out of her with such force that it splashed up and over the curb she was pissing against. A puddle was quickly forming underneath her. “Wow, you really had to go, didn’t you?” Jade chuckled. Mentally, she was adding this to her memory for...later use. “I was about to say ‘want’ when you asked me, but the moment I started to it very, very quickly turned into a dire need,” Riley explained in between gasps of pleasure. “I had two options: either piss myself right where I stood, or this.” A minute passed, and her stream was still going strong. “Funny thing is, I still feel desperate,” Riley said. “My legs are shaking because I still feel achingly full.” Two minutes passed, and then three. By the four minute mark, her stream was finally dying down into “normal”. The puddle she stood in was well over ten feet in diameter, and was still rapidly spreading. Finally, after six minutes of peeing, it finally trickled and tapered off. “Oh my fucking god,” Riley laughed as she composed herself. “That felt better than an orgasm. Honestly.” “I’m impressed,” Jade spoke. “I thought you would’ve burst long before we got on the second plane.” “I had a few close calls, but what really got me was when we first got to the hotel. Having a bathroom right there literally all night as I squirmed and forced myself to sleep was absolute torture.” “I’m sure it was,” Jade chuckled. “So...Wanna see if you can hold it for two days now?” Riley's Desperation.pdf
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