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  1. Some gay Ace Attorney shit. This is a bit more focused on the humiliation aspect rather than the desperation/wetting, so a lil different than I typically do. Basically, our lawyer man has a lil accident and his pride is demolished to the point of a mental breakdown. Very humiliation kink indulgent. The bathroom was occupied. This was it. Edgeworth could feel himself loosing control already. Despite his internal pleas not to do something so degrading in front of him, of all people, his body was starting to give out. All the energy he was using to hold back the flow was running out. His hands grasped at his knees and he shot a pitiful look to Phoenix, who just stood and watched in shock as the prosecutors pants began to dampen, his knees buckling beneath him. Not a word was spoken when Miles fell to his hands and knees into his own puddle, exhausted from the, now useless, straining. Not even when he moaned and panted as the flow ceased. Phoenix couldn't see his face. It was pointed down and obscured by his hair, but what he could see, was the mans frame trembling and shrinking into itself. "P-Please...Wright...Leave, now," Edgeworth's breaking voice ended the silence, breaking further with each word, "Please, go..." "Edgeworth...I," Phoenix approached with caution, "Are you hurt? D-Do you need help?" "Ugh! No and no! Just leave!" Miles broke down. Tears streaming down his face as sobs shook his body, "Just go, please! This is mortifying enough!" "Uh-Hey! Hey, wait! It's ok! It's..." Phoenix softened his tone, "...It's ok...Miles," kneeling beside him, he placed a tender hand on his back, ignoring the smell of urine, "It's alright...it's not your fault. It's nothing to be ashamed of, " he began rubbing circles into the others back, "Take some deep breaths." "I'm, so sorry, Wright..." Edgeworth could only cry harder. Phoenix embraced him.
  2. [My first post in a while, now. It's refreshing to be able to put something out after so long! I've gotten really into Obey Me since I last posted on here, so I did this!] =That scene where MC finds Mammon tied up and crying at night but he has to piss really bad. (MC uses they/them)= MC treaded lightly, the whimpering and sniffling seemed to be coming from here...peaking around the edge, Mammon could be seen strung up by his midsection, his arms pinned to either side. He was squirming a fair amount, his legs shuffling and folding over each other indecisively, tears trickling down his face a stifled moan escaped him as he clenched his thighs tightly. MC, feeling pity for the demon, stepped into view, muttering his name. "Ah! MC! P-please, please help me! Y-ya gotta get me down! Hurry, please, please!! I c-can't wait much longer! It's startin' to hurt!" "What's starting to hurt? Can’t wait for what?" MC played dumb, starting to be aroused by Mammon's desperate pleas. Mammon's lower lip trembled. "UUuugghh...please don't make me say it!" Mammon began to cry harder, his body jolting with each sweet sob, "It's too much! Fuck! PLEASE! I'm gonna explode! Just get me down already! I'm not kiddin' around!" Mammon was shaking, thick tears landing on the floor with little plinking sounds. A pang of guilt stabbed through MC and they carefully helped Mammon down from his restraints. The poor thing was groaning and wiggling the whole time, occasionally begging MC to hurry. As soon as Mammon's feet hit the ground, his hands dug between his legs. He stayed like that, panting and shivering. "Are you alright?" MC placed a hand on his back. "I...Can't walk...I'll p-pee," Mammon sniffled, his voice almost down to a whisper, cheeks burning red. MC took him by the shoulders and let him lean on them. "Come on. Let's just take it easy and shuffle to the bathroom. You can do it, Mammon!" "Unnngh! MC...I hate to say this, but It's so full I can barely k-keep it in! It really hurts, ya know! E-even my s-s-sides are startin' to burn..." He gulps and suddenly lurches, "I...I-I'm-!! NOOooo!!" He grabs at their shirt with a free hand and buries his face into their torso as his legs go weak. Letting out a muffled, but still loud grunting moan. Urine patterns down his pants, forcefully gushing through his fingers. With the amount of fluid, MC couldn't imagine the kind of effort it must have taken for those little pinching muscles to hold it all back. Mammon's body was starting to go weak with the sensations of relief. They held him up and continued to let him cry and moan into their chest as the urine forced itself out. "There you go...it's ok. Don't worry about anything. It's dangerous to hold that much, anyways…” "B-but, Lucifer," Mammon hiccuped through tears, shaking as he tried to stop his stream despite the already obvious soaking of his pants and the floor beneath. He struggled to speak through sobs, "a-and he's g-gonna- hff- ugh! Everyone's gonna m-make fun of me, a-a-and it's gonna be r-really e-em-emb-b- arrassing!" "Shhhh, darling. I won't let that happen, alright? I've got you..." MC spoke words of encouragement as his distress continued. He had gotten the flow to stop now, but was still visibly full and desperate, "Hey. Come on, now. Pee, Mammon...Don’t worry about anything else. Just pee..." those words broke Mammon, he finally relaxed all the muscles holding back what was left of the contents of his bladder, moaning as the relief took over his body once more. MC gently eased him to his knees as his body threatened to fall limp, and they rubbed his back as he began to pant. They stayed like that for a moment, letting Mammon fully empty himself. He had to push a bit near the end, but the stream finally slowed to a trickle. Pulling away and seeing all the mess, a whimper began to build in Mammon's throat. Hot tears resumed their flow and he shook with quiet sobs. "P-promise you'll never ever ever tell anyone about this!" He gritted his teeth, "c-cuz if you did...I...I'd never f-forgive you!" "Aww, poor baby, I would never! Come here..." Mammon, face harshly flushed, nuzzled back into MC. The puddle beneath them didn't seem to bother them at all, but Mammon couldn't help but feel ashamed. "I'm so-" he gulped and held back sobs, "I'm so sorry..." his muffled voice was adorable. MC stroked his hair and scratched at his scalp. "Don't be. I don't mind at all. If you need to cry too, go right ahead, ok? Just relax and let everything go." Mammon held on tight and cried hard.
  3. Anybody know who the girl in the video is, or where this video is from? Cause I need more of this
  4. View File I wet myself and need to cry Dutch spoken pee desperation video! My toilet is busy and I really need to pee! See me trying to hold it full of tears and shame! Some drops fell already still I try to keep it in.... but in the end, my pee covers my underwear and pants, and even my socks! Submitter melikai Submitted 07/17/2022 Category Female  
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    Dutch spoken pee desperation video! My toilet is busy and I really need to pee! See me trying to hold it full of tears and shame! Some drops fell already still I try to keep it in.... but in the end, my pee covers my underwear and pants, and even my socks!
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  6. I haven't written Kira in so long I'm gonna go all out on this one. Kinks upon kinks. Writing tropes. Self indulgent. Self insert. Suspiciously plot convenient stand powers. High intensity. High horny level. Rape/non-con warning Enjoy it if you can. Kira woke up, and was oddly fully clothed and lying on the sidewalk, bathing in sunlight...Wait...On the sidewalk?...Kira quickly sat up, his face burning in shame. How did he get here? and when? He couldn't seem to remember. Quickly picking himself up, he looked around. People were definitely staring. How embarrassing. Kira swallowed hard and looked at the ground as he started on a walk back home. It was only a few steps into his walk that he finally felt it. A sudden and sharp urge to urinate. It hit him like a train and he wasn't ready. He paused all movements, stiffening with his legs pressed close together. He just barely stopped himself from leaking. "No...Not now...not here. " He whispered to himself. It was all happening too fast. He began a cautious shuffle to a familiar small restaurant. It was the only way he'd be able to make it to a restroom, he thought. Kira was sweating bullets. His heavy breathing and rushed mannerisms drawing more attention to himself. He wished people would stop looking at him as he pushed past staff and customers alike. The heavy fullness sloshing inside of him and angrily throbbing with each step was enough to make him drop his pride for a moment to let out a desperate whimper. As soon as he entered the restroom and ensured the door was locked, he let himself double over, holding his groin to regain control. His eyes squeezed shut as his frame trembled. Lettings out a shuttering breath, he opened his eyes again, only to meet the eyes of another man. He fell backward in fear, clutching the wall behind him. His voice was nothing but a pathetic squeak as he found himself unable to speak. It was a miracle the scare hadn't caused a flood in his pants. He locked eyes with the man, who licked his lips and grabbed Kira's face, adoring his incredulous expression. Kira's heart pounded. No matter how hard he tried, Killer Queen wouldn't emerge. Kira was frozen. "Listen to me, pretty kitten..." the mans soft, yet firm voice tickled his ears, his hair was not very interesting in terms of style. Long and straight with swooped bangs. It was the color Kira found his eyes locking onto. It was firetruck red. An intense, yet somehow charming contrast to his black and white checkered suit. The next word snapped him out of his trance, "We don't want any trouble now, do we? Get on your knees, bitch." the man grinned. the scene was all too familiar. Kira felt tears burning in the corners of his eyes. Was he really about to get face-fucked in a restaurant bathroom? To his surprise, he was mistaken. after dropping to his knees, another command was given, "Ass to your heels. I want you to get real comfortable before I step on your weak little tummy." Kira couldn't help but blush at this comment, and having no other option, he obliged. The man leaned into his face, grabbing it by the chin, "I'm gonna give you a little choice here...What turns you on more, men or women?" His smug grin dropped into a glare, "Don't lie to me, piss kitty..." the mans lips moved dangerously close to his own. Kira struggled to get any words out. "I...prefer women..." he gulped. "You prefer women?" The man pulled away and scoffed, pushing Kira's head down. When Kira lifted his head up, he was stunned. the man in front of him was...well, he was actually a she now. Her curvy figure and delicate hands gave it away immediately, not to mention her chest pushing outward against her suit. She pulled the suit open, freeing her chest just enough to slot his face between her breasts "Say it right, kitty boy," her sultry voice sent shivers down Kira's spine. He gazes into her violet eyes with lust, "you like this, huh? How about this?" she plunged her fingers into his soft lips. He immediately got to work on suckling the digits, tracing over the texture over and over with his tongue as if he was mapping her fingerprints with it. His bladder was suddenly overcome with desperation and he leaked a bit into his boxers. He moaned at the taste of relief and she pulled away, slapping his face, "Now answer the question, kitty. What turns you on more?" she caressed his chest through his suit before working to undo it. "Women...woman turn me on...And since you want to hear me be so crude, I suppose you'd delight to know that I'm hard right now, thanks to you. I just wanted to use the restroom, you dirty bitch." Kira's lower lip extended in a pout. It was quickly wiped out with another slap. He moaned at this. "You've got some balls talking to me like that, piss kitty." she pressed her heel into Kira's bladder. He let out a strained groan. Piss began soaking his pants from the center of his hard bulge, "You know...You're gonna have to cum before you can empty that cute little bladder..." she placed a hand over Kira's eyes, and once he was allowed to see again, the person before him was, once again, a man, "I wonder if I can still make you cum as a man, hmm?" His fingers teased Kira's nipples. He lifted one of Kira's hands and licked at the palm for a while, loosing himself in it. He pulled away and chuckled, "Apologies, I lost myself..." "Shut up..." Kira muttered, not sure himself why he was even so bothered such a mild provocation. This earned him a firm slap. This was notably much more deliberate than the previous, and with his thick, masculine hands, much more jarring. "Don't talk to me like that, bitch. Unless you wanna be my slave for more than just today. Now, get up." He slapped his face again, leaving a red mark. Kira complied, looking away as tears began to fall from is face. The woman was back again. "Oh, you poor, poor baby. You wanna cry? Go ahead and cry, my pretty little piss kitty," She caressed his body, licking his face and neck and undressing him slowly as he cried, his bladder aching. Before he knew it, the woman was a man again. "Hands on the wall," he demanded. Kira pressed his palms to the wall, bracing himself for what he knew was about to happen. Just as expected, the man entered him from behind. It was dry and painful, but the man didn't seem to care, he just pounded into him until he was wet with his own arousal. Kira's whole body was a shaking, sweating mess as the mans cock repeatedly pushed against his bladder and prostate. He cried out several times, no longer worried about his pride. It hurt, and it was just too many sensations at once. Eventually, his body gives in to the sensations, lurching violently as it decides to release both cum and piss at once, doing so with urgent force and messy direction. Kira nearly screamed out. He would have if it weren't for the man pushing a palm to his mouth, "Shhh...we've already spent so much time here...Wouldn't wanna get caught like this, would we?" Kira looked on wordlessly at the cum and urine that now painted the wall before him. He just wanted to cry his throat sore, "Now, put your clothes back on, my pretty little piss kitty." It was the last he heard of the strange, shapeshifting being before they seemed to vanish just as mysteriously as they had appeared. Kira complied.
  7. 806 downloads

    Watch me struggle to hold back the torrents of piss while wearing tight grey cotton shorts. Once I fail I begin to cry.
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  8. View File Piss Desperation and Crying Watch me struggle to hold back the torrents of piss while wearing tight grey cotton shorts. Once I fail I begin to cry. Submitter melikai Submitted 06/12/2022 Category Female  
  9. This has way more sexual frustration/desperation than I originally intended lol. This is a very horny fic. "Yes, Yoshikage...I want you to indulge yourself to the fullest. I want you to enjoy this. I wish to show you experiences that you would have never guessed you would derive pleasure from." The words flowed from Diavolos lips like a soothing stream, peaking the blonde's curiosity. "You intend to arouse me? A man?" he scoffed and smiled, "I've never once in my life been aroused by a male, nevermind by any of his unusual fetishes, " he threw himself onto his bed, "You interest me. I'm not sure what motive you carry, but my curiosity gets the better of me. Let's see what you've got for me." Kira locked eyes on the man's hands as they began undoing his shirt, teasing the skin underneath, "May I ask a question?" "It depends..." "How do you know so much about me?" "Yoshikage...you reek of arousal. How could I not follow such an enticing scent? I am alone in this world, Yoshikage. I have not a single companion. I will fail to obtain pleasure if I don't seek it out." "Ah..." Kira's face flushes, feelings of vulnerability washing over him "Is it...Is it really so obvious?" "No, no...Not to the average passerby. Now, ease your fretful mind," Diavolo ran his palm along the side of Kira's face, "I took great care of my hands for you, Yoshikage '' they would delight to feel the caress of your tongue. Now clean my paws, you dirty cat~" He heard Kira's breath hitch nervously. The man below him hesitated, then parted his lips ever so slightly. "You...somehow, your hands, " his voice trembled, eyes half closed, "They're so...p-perfect, " he shuddered and grasped Diavolos hand before lapping at it with unorthodox lust. It wasn't long before he had the fingers crammed into his mouth to the knuckles, drool trailing down his chin. "Dirty, cat...Slurping and moaning with no shame? Just a moment ago, you were doubting that a man could possess the ability to arouse you. If only you could see yourself now...Is there ever a moment that you aren't a horny little bastard? Diavolo laughed," In fact...You're always looking to get yourself off, aren't you? You've based your whole lifestyle around it. Every single kill...every life you've taken...it was for that needy little prick of yours'' he spat those last words harshly, "how endearing~" “Fuck off.” Kira panted, freeing himself from his pants and boxers. Diavolo grabbed him by the wrists and pinned him, “Ugh…you…What is this? What are you doing to me?” fear clouded his eyes. “Relax. I just don’t want you touching it yet. Don’t make me tie you up, now.” “Your name…I never got your name…” Kira gulped. Pink hair formed a curtain around his face as hot breath drew closer. “Call me Boss,” his chin was grasped, and before he knew it, he was kissing the man he’d just met. Suddenly, a pressure made itself known just above his beltline. Diavolos hand was resting over his bladder. It was only now that he realized his need for a restroom. His lips still locked to the other, he groaned and thrashed his head. The man on top of him pulled back, “What is it now, little kitty?” “I could kill you at any moment, you know…” He glared. “Yet you haven’t done so…I wonder why that is~” “Grrr…Forget it! You know what you’re doing. Cut it out.” Kira grit his teeth, glaring at Diavolo. “Why now? We’re just getting started. I’ve been wanting to show you this for a long time, Yoshikage…Don’t tell me you’ve changed your mind…” “You want…Y-you want to toy with my bladder? Is that really what gets you going?” a spike of pressure vanquished Kiras glare, replacing it with a whiney moan. He bit his lip and turned his head, flustered. Why did it feel so good when his bladder was tortured like that? “Why not? It seems like you’re enjoying it!” Diavolo pushed Kiras bladder and kept the pressure held down, making the blonde squirm and moan dramatically. “Please, let me use my hands, B-boss! My body c-can’t do it alone!” Kira gripped the sheets. “Wow~ how obedient! I didn’t even have to ask you to beg! Go ahead kitty~” Diavolo grinned. Kira gripped his cock with haste, squeezing to block the flow. Diavolos' hand only pressed harder, eliciting a yelp from him. Kira began to tremble, tears pooling in his eyes. “Boss…P-please have mercy…it feels so good, but it’s starting to hurt. I really really need to go…” his voice wavered heavily as he was on the brink of losing control, his body quaking with effort to hold it alone. “Look at you…so delicate…so afraid…You don’t even know if you’ll be able to hold it anymore with each passing moment. With every new second, you half expect to burst. Am I correct?” “Urk- Y-yes Boss!” Kira strained, then gasped as the pressure eased. He took a moment to catch his breath, no longer hurting quite as much. Diavolos' hand had lifted from his sensitive bladder bulge. He could no longer resist the urge to pump his throbbing manhood and he did just so with feverishness, not afraid to moan. He was utterly lost in pleasure. Diavolo sloppily kissed Kira's head, prodding at the pisshole with his tongue. Kira suddenly let out a particularly pitchy moan before Diavolo felt his mouth filling with liquid. He nearly choked trying to swallow it all. When Kira was finally emptied and his breathing had steadied, Diavolo kissed him once more, transferring the taste. “See…I did all of this for you. Now you owe me, Yoshikage…Please…I beg of you,” Diavolos' demeanor changed completely. He clung to Kira's face with pleading eyes, “I…I haven’t had a proper orgasm in ages, Yoshikage, “His voice shook as if he were about to cry, “I can’t take it anymore…Please…help me…” “Hmph…and you teased me for being horny?” Kira could only smile.
  10. Sorry. This is just me fantasizing in a very self-indulgent way. Thought I'd post in case anyone else happens to like Korekiyo. (He's so pretty) I can't stop thinking about scenarios with Korekiyo (age 19 by the way). Like how he would act if he was really desperate. Would he tear up? Would he make cute noises? Whimpering and grunting? Would he fidget or would he freeze up? Shudder and tremble? And just imagine tying him up in his favorite rope while he desperate. I wonder if he'd enjoy something like that. I'd love to watch him squirm and tell him to beg for permission to piss himself. That would be so amazing. He probably looks so damn pretty when he's embarrassed or crying. I wonder if he'd let me massage his bladder while he lets it out. Or maybe massage his jawline and look him dead in the eyes while wets himself on top of me and it just soaks into our clothing. I would kill (not really) to hear his breathing getting heavy and uneven the more desperate he gets. I wonder if he'd be the type to moan under the intensity of relief after a long or heavy holding. I wanna draw him wetting so bad but he looks so damn hard to draw, especially in the positions that I'd want to draw him in. I can just imagine him on his knees with his hands between his legs and his head down to hide his shame. Or his arms crossed tightly over his chest while he stiffens up with the effort to hold back and his legs are just barely crossed. Maybe even him getting himself off while desperate... God, desperate Kiyo would be so fucking good. *internal screaming*
  11. Poor thing, they’re never gonna let her forget about this.

    © One-Punch Man

  12. Sorry about any canon inconsistencies. I was too tired to look into them when I wrote this. Toyohiro was beyond stressed. a crowd of curious people had formed around his tower as if he was some sort of freak or art exhibit. Normally. he wouldn't care too much and just ignore them, but he was having one of those days. He was highly irritable and just wanted to be left alone. Eventually, the crowd struck a nerve with him and he told them to leave. although a bit rudely, telling them to, "fuck off," because he was tired and wanted to rest. Nobody listened to him. some even laughed. Enraged, he tried to scare the people off by yelling and throwing things at them, but it only seemed to amuse them further. The frustrating part was that, unlike stand users, he couldn't;'t attack them. Eventually, he gave up and decided to fake sleep, hoping they'd go away. Time passed and people had come and gone, but still a crowd. Not Toyohiro was nervous. He hated to admit it to himself, but he really had to pee, and with all these people around, including children, if he were to just whip it out and go, he could get into some serious trouble, nevermind the though of someone seeing or possibly even photographing his dick. He shook his head at the thought and continued to silently pray that they would leave. Oddly enough, all the eyes on him made his bladder ache with need. The fact that he was unable to relieve himself was only making his need more powerful. Toyohiro growled to himself as the weight in his abdomen increased. He was filling. his tiny muscles fought against the liquid pressure as the urine urged itself to be let out. He sat still, unable to to anything else but grip the tower and tremble. Eventually, his bladder was swollen, and the fullness was visible through his clothing. Toyohiro groaned and crossed his legs. It was getting hard to hold and it was beginning to hurt. People had begun to take pictures. He would never live it down if a photo of him urinating all over himself started circling around. He felt tears welling up in his eyes and he bit his lip to keep them held back. Why couldn't they just leave him alone? He was grateful that they couldn't hear his whimpers and sniffles. Desperation catching up to him, he threw his hands between his legs to help hold it in, shame burning his face. The crowd was starting to catch on to his need now, with some people feeling bad and leaving while others began recording or mocking him. Ugh. This was why he hated people so much. Toyohiro shouted curses at them and felt himself starting to cry. He couldn't help it. This really sucked. It seemed like there was only one way out, and it was even worse than things already were. He gulped and pulled his knees up to his chest, burrying his face in them. This was it. He wasn't able to hold it much longer. Toyohiro began to shake violently, pain stinging his abdomen. His bladder was huge and strained inside him, the muscles holding the weight of the fluid ready to give out. Squeezing his eyes shut, he braced himself for the inevitable, and sure enough, after a desperate yelp, piss burst from him with an urgent force he was unable to stop. He could feel his bladder shrinking and let out quiet moans of relief. Letting it out felt so good. His clothes soaked and urine began raining down on the crowd, which had errupted wit chatter and other commotion that Toyohiro was too distressed to distinguish. He began sobbing into his knees. Suddenly, the crowd dispersed, people leaving the site, and looking up, Toyohiro noticed a police officer shooing them away form the area. As relieving as this was, he was scared as well. Was he going to be in trouble? Once the crowd was gone, he saw something weird happen. The officers body began to change. That's when it hit him. This was the alien he'd met a while back. Mikitaka. The pale figure approached cautiously. Toyohiro ducked his face back into his knees. "It is alright...It was nothin you could help. you did no wrong." the alien spoke softly, "Please do not feel ashamed," "I..." Toyohiro sniffled. When he felt a hand rest on his shoulder, he lost it. He broke down in humiliated sobs and latched onto them, burrying his face in their chest. Mikitaka just help him and let him cry as much as he needed.
  13. I am so sorry in advance to those who read...whatever this is 10 hours. 10 damned hours since Kira last relieved his bladder. Why was this happening to him?? All he wanted was to go home, but for some reason, somehow, he kept getting into impossible situations today... He first realized he’d had to go about 6 hours ago. He’d been walking along the street from his job and decided to stop by a café to have a quick snack and let it out, only to find that the restrooms were out of order. Although slightly embarrassed, Kira thought it no big deal and played it off. He decided, then, to just walk home and use the restroom there. Unfortunately, about a third of the way there and an hour later, Kira found the sidewalk on the way to his house was undergoing construction, and he wouldn’t be able to walk that way. Not wanting to draw too much attention by walking on the grass around the site, he decided to take a detour. By then, Kira's need was beginning to become more present, and he was feeling irritated at his failure to have already relieved himself. He increased his walking pace, wanting to get home as soon as possible. Kira very much disliked the feeling of a full bladder. The pressure underneath his stomach was just so uncomfortable to him, nevermind the light arousal that came after being full for longer than usual. It made it so hard to look normal, and Kira hated negative attention…It was so embarrassing. Wetting himself with a hard-on in public would have to be one of the worst things Kira could imagine happening to him. Unluckily for him, It was the detour that proved to be what crossed this line of arousal for Kira's body. About half an hour into his alternative route, Kira was stopped once more. This time, a crime scene with an ongoing investigation. “No way this can be happening!” Kira thought to himself, astonished at the poor timing. Kira wanted nothing to do with the police, and so, having no way else home, turned back in search of public facilities, however, once back where he started near the road construction on his original path home, Kira felt the pressure in his body hit a certain sweet spot, sending pleasure through his body. He gulped, “No…I can’t let this happen to me…I must hurry to a restroom before it becomes noticeable…” Kira thought, now facing the threat of both public erection and pants wetting. He began nearly jogging by shops, pleading with the world that one would have a publicly available place to go. He could no longer go to places that required a purchase, as he’d used up the last of his pocket cash on the café meal. Kira was becoming distressed. Another hour passed with no luck, and both ways home were still off-limits. Kira was flushed and visibly uncomfortable as arousal clouded his mind. Why? Why did it feel so good? Kira wanted to disappear. His desperation now visible, he felt as though he’d already lost. He had to wear his jacket around his waist to hide his erection and felt miserable. It had really been 9 hours... Kira couldn’t remember that last time he’d gone this long without urinating. It was starting to hurt and it was getting hard to hold back. He had to focus on straining his body to hold back the flood within. Kira felt himself sweating from the sheer effort it took to clench the tiny muscles shut. His body wanted so badly to give in to the sheer amount of urine sitting inside him. He was beyond full. He spent the next hour pacing desperately, silently praying for a solution to his urgent problem. Now…10 hours. 10 damned hours since Kira last relieved his bladder. It was leaking now! I was leaking so bad that his boxers were becoming damp. Kira wanted to cry. He knew he wouldn’t be able to last much longer than this. He needed to think fast. Subtly pee-dancing, Kira used all his self-restraint not to grab himself, instead, balling his fists against his thighs as he nearly doubled over. It was painfully obvious now that the man needed to urinate despite his self control. Kira saw no other way out of this. He had to approach someone's house; something that he, under normal circumstances, wouldn’t think twice about doing. He knocked on the door of a random resident with great urgency, squirming in place, wishing with every fiber of his being that he could just vanish. This was the most embarrassing thing he’d ever done! A kind looking young man opened the door and before Kira could say a word, he felt himself beginning to cry. Unable to speak, he did the unthinkable and pressed his hands between his legs to convey the seriousness of his need. The man seemed to understand and carefully helped him inside. That’s when the worst happened. Kira just couldn’t hold it back a moment longer. With a pained, humiliated groan, he fell to the floor as it all began forcefully gushing out of him. He trembled and cried on his hands and knees, still unable to speak as it happened. The heat filling his pants certainly didn’t help with his now only semi-hard dick. The sound of urine pooling beneath him was loud in all the worst ways, but he couldn’t help but enjoy the utter relief of his poor strained bladder finally relaxing as it drained its overwhelming contents. The feeling was so great that Kira's hands tensed as if they were trying to grip the floor beneath him. He shuddered and sighed. Finally, when the stream slowed to a stop, Kira felt the man's hand rubbing his back. “Are you alright, sir? Do you want me to call someone for you?” “I’m so, so sorry!” was the only thing the mortified Kira could manage before he burst into tears once more.
  14. Hi! I haven't drawn anything fetish-related in quite some time, so I decide to finally do something. I will try to make more posts too, but I can't promise it would be really often. I drew a cute girl I was obsessed with when I was younger. She's the main character of book/book series that is quite really old (I'm sure it's much older than Harry Potter. The main reason I know it, it's that my aunt gave me the first book from her collection when I was 10yo ), so I doubt I would find more drawings of her like that. I won't say who she is, cause I wonder how many of you can guess it but she might hit me with a slate for that drawing of her.
  15. It was 11:55pm at night, 5 minutes til midnight; Shoto lies awake in his bed shifting every so slightly in his bed. His partner Katsuki was sleeping besides him. He was doing everything in his power to not wake him up, but his bladder was making it very difficult. 11:58pm read the digital clock, he groaned in annoyance just watching the time. Shoto: "Ugh, come on, come on! Please be morning already, geez...." Shoto: "Midnight?! Ugh....I'm not pissing in the dark!" Katsuki shifted in his bed waking up on his own. He turned over to see his fiance still wide awake. Katsuki: "Something wrong Sho?" Shoto: "Huh?! What, I....I....I thought you were a-asleep!" Katsuki: "I was..... But I got up to check on you, and well I heard something...." Shoto: "Uh yeah, I'm fine!" Katsuki: "Are you sure?" Shoto: *Nods* Katsuki: "Okay...." Katsuki turns over to his side and falls back asleep. Shoto can feel the tension in his bladder as he felt more and more desperate. 3 hours, 33 minutes later.... (3:25am) Shoto really has to go now, he did everything to keep his bladder under control, and not wet himself. You see, this isn't the 1st time he did this..... Everytime he has a nightmare about his past.... He ends up wetting the bed, and Katsuki has to clean it up. He wasn't sleeping this time, not pissing the bed. The only thing standing in his way is his severe fear of the dark. The wind blew hard against the glass stained windows, the tree tapped on it making him jump. Shoto: *Yelps* Katsuki: ???? Katsuki: "Shoto... You sure you're fine, 'cause I can tell something's wrong...." Shoto: *Staggers* I'm fine...I mean no....yes I'm okay, I mean I need... I need to...." Katsuki: Katsuki raises his eyebrow in confusion and suspicion, something was definitely up, and he will find out, somehow..... 4 hours later....(7:25am) It was 7:25am and by then Shoto couldn't stay awake anymore and fell asleep, but.... Shoto: "D-Dad, s-stop please!" Eveador: "Don't be a baby, we're training until you're you'll get it" Shoto: "But, I want to play...." Eveandor: "Be quiet, and do as I tell you!" Poor young Shoto was covered in bruises from his father's punching, he shot fire his way and it burned his upper left arm. Mom: "Enji stop! He's only 5!" Eveandor: "He can take it, show me you're not weak!" Mom: "STOP" But he didn't listen, Shoto takes another punch to his stomach causing him to lose all consciousness. Eveandor clicks his tongue in disappointment and left him there saying "Deal with it, and leave him there..." To his mom. At 7:54am..... Katsuki: "Sho, wake up!" Shoto: I'm....I'm...I'm s-sorry daddy, I'll....I'll do better just don't hurt me, please!" Katsuki sighs, poor Shoto had one of his flashbacks again. He wiggles him awake causing his eyes to bolt awake. Shoto: *Hyperventilating* Katsuki: *Shushes him* It's okay Sho.... Your dad's not here, you're safe...." Shoto: "....." Katsuki: "Do you need to piss" Shoto: "W-What, n-no what.....*Gasps* " Yep to his horror, his pants had small but visible wet patch on his pajama pants. He completely forgot about having to pee, he grabs his dick through his clothes with eyes filled with tears. Katsuki: "It's better to let go then make it worse..." Shoto: "W-What?! No, I'm not going to-- nnng!" Katsuki: "I know you've been holding it all night..... Just let go!" Shoto: "But I don't want you to clean up again like--" Katsuki: "Piss Shoto, I'm not going to tell you again...." He gulped, Katsuki's voice was booming and strict, it was the tone he uses anytime he refuses to listen. Katsuki applies pressure to his fiance's bladder, and he started to pee. The sheets went from white to yellow as spreads throughout the bed. He felt like peeing an ocean as pees. Shoto cries "No" over, over, and over again as his body shudders against Katsuki's chest. Shoto: "I-I-I'm so s-sorry Kats! I'm such a baby.... and now you have to clean it all up again....." Katsuki: "Don't apologize Sho, it's okay you can't help it if you have nightmares, or your phobia of the dark." Katsuki: "I'll always love you, no matter how many times I clean up. Shoto: I love you too Kats!" Katsuki: "Now let's get this shit and you cleaned up okay?" Shoto nods still ashamed, Katsuki pulls him in for a hug and kisses on the forehead before starting to clean him and the bed up. At 12:54pm.... 5 hours had passed since this morning's incident, Katsuki and Shoto were at the agency waiting for their next rescue. Izuku, Ochako, Erijiou, Mina, Ausi, Hatana, Tenya, and Denki was also there. Denki: "Anything yet?" Hatana: "Nope all is quiet." Tenya: "For now, we need stay on guard!" Ochako: "We've been since this morning, and nothing!" Tenya: "Patience Uravity, patience.... We got work to do!" Katsuki: "Bossy as always eh four eyes?" Iida: "Again I'm Tanya Iida, and call me by my hero name Ingenuetinm!" Katsuki: "Whatever....." 3 hours later, 23 minutes later (3:31pm) Shoto was drinking a large coffee he brought while doing some paperwork. He then looked at the clock 3:32pm, he sighed what a typical slow Monday.... Katsuki walks over to his fiance's desk standing beside him. He then grabs the coffee out of his hands and waves it in front of his face. Shoto: "Kats, what the heck?! Give it back I need my energy!" Katsuki: *Sighs* That's because you stayed up until 7am in the morning Shoto... And what did I say about nicknames in public?" Shoto: "Force of habit sorry..." Katsuki: "Also, you might have to piss soon so I suggest take it easy okay, and go." Shoto: "I'll be fine!" Katsuki lands his head on the desk clicking his tongue, pretty typical of his fiance pushing past his limits. Later.... Erijiou: "Ground Zero, Shoto you're needed on 5th Avenue & Kennedy BLVD!" Ochako: "Wait isn't that where the mall is?" Erijiou: "Yep, we just got a hot tip about some villains meeting a drug dealer there..." Izuku: "Why there? People will see that!" Erijiou: Well there's a dark corner at the back of the mall." Katsuki: "We're on it, let's go!" Shoto: "Okay....." Uh-oh, maybe Shoto should have listened to his fiance..... He realized he had to pee, again but it wasn't bad, plus he can hold it right? 1 hour later... The 2 pro-heroes sat on the roof above the shopping center. They both waited for them to show up, but so far....nothing.... Shoto: "How long are we going to be here for?" Katsuki: "Probably for awhile, Kirishima said they'll arrive in 3 hours." Shoto: "Seriously?! Why are we out here then?!" Katsuki: "Good question...." Shoto: *Mind* Shit! 3 hours ugh couldn't we arrive 30 minutes before.... Katsuki: "Why do you ask?" Shoto: It's....It's...It's nothing, just wanted to know." Katsuki: "Uh-huh and I'm Pika!" Shoto giggles a little bit, but clenches his thighs as to keep the urine from escaping. He knew if Katsuki finds out, game over! He didn't want him to worry, so he kept quiet. 23 minutes later.... Shoto: "Wait Kats, where are you going?" Katsuki: "To take a leak of course!" Shoto: "But, we're in the middle of a mission, they can show up at anytime!" Katsuki: "I know, I know, but I can't hold it for the next 2 hours, 51 minutes!" Shoto sighs, he knew he was right, holding all that piss for the next 2 hours, 51 minutes is not pleasant.... Katsuki can definitely see him shifting around, crossing his legs, ex. He then looks at his partner in the eyes. He had to piss he just know it, if only he can get him to go.... Katsuki: "Are you okay?" Shoto: "Y-Yeah, I-I-I'm f-fine...." Katsuki: "Shoto Todoroki...." Shoto: "....." Katsuki: "Do you have to piss too?" Shoto: "What?! N-No, I'm fine!" Katsuki: "Uh-huh and I'm 4 eyes! Don't lie to me...." Shoto: "But someone has to be there to look out for the villains!" Katsuki: "Good point.... You should go, I don't need to go to bad...." Shoto: "I'm...I'm...I'm f-fine!" Katsuki: "No you're not, you had water, lemonade, and 3 large coffees earlier!" No matter how many times Katsuki tries to convince Shoto to pee, he refuses to leave his position. He rolls his eyes and left for the bathroom leaving Shoto to sit there and suffer. Shoto: "Damn maybe I should go.... I'll be fine...." Erijiou: "You sure?" Shoto: "What?! Red Riot, what the hell are you doing here?!" Erijiou: "Turns out that there's going to be more villains out there at least 3-8 so I thought you could use some backup." Erijiou: "Where's Ground Zero?" Shoto: "Bathroom..." Erijiou: "Oh, I see..." Erijiou: "By the way you had your radio on so I can hear you...." Shoto's face was plasted with horror, he heard everything?! Damn it.... Erijiou looked down at him and can definitely see her really had to pee. Shoto: "I'm so sorry you had to hear that, that's so embarrassing!" Erijiou: "No worries but I agree with Ground Zero, you really should go...." Shoto: "Uh-huh..." Erijiou: "Yeah huh! Just got I'll keep watch." Shoto: "I'm-- nnngh aaagh!" Erijiou: Katsuki: "Okay that's it come with me!" Shoto: "Kats--aaaahhh!" Erijiou watches as Katsuki grabs Shoto's hand, and pulls him over to the door downstairs. He then turns over to keep watch. 30 minutes later.... Katsuki pulls him into a stall with him and locks it. Poor Shoto's beyond his limit, and of course he's bladder shy which makes things way difficult. Katsuki: *Shushes him* It's OK babe just go..." Shoto: I.....I....I c-c-can't! It's embarrassing!" Katsuki: "That's why I'm here okay.... I'll make you feel good I promise." Katsuki wipes away tears and starts rubbing on his bladder. He was way overfull, and Katsuki knew he's going to have to see the doctor later after this. Katsuki: "Let go,it's just us." Shoto: "But...but....but it...it..it hurts! Ow...." Katsuki: *Shushes him again* Shh, I know we're seeing the doctor after this okay?" Katsuki: "Just let go for me, just piss it's alright..." With a whimper and a shudder, Shoto painfually releases all of the fluids he's been holding all day into the toilet. He moaned quietly as contents arched into the air to the toilet. Katsuki smiles as he watches his soon-to be-husband reliever himself crying in pain. His bladder was sore as Katsuki gives it one last part. Shoto winchester feeling it, once he was done he collapses into his lovers chest breathing breathlessly. Katsuki: "Feeling better now?" Shoto: "Y-Yeah, m-much better..." Katsuki: "Good let's go!"
  16. Spectre Jester

    Cammy lost

    Not only did she suffer a humiliating defeat, but now she has to experience a humiliating accident.

    © Street Fighter

  17. Atleast she feels more relieved.
  18. Fugos witnesses: (Fugo pisses himself. Abbacchio and Narancia have very different reactions) (Nobody dies AU because I'm a baby. For time reference, Narancia is 20, Fugo is 18, and Abbacchio is 24 in this) Some things never change. Abbacchio smiled to himself as he observed the younger boys before him. Fugo was assisting Narancia as he flied taxes for the first time, but as time went on, Abbacchio began to notice something. Fugo was really focused. It seemed that, perhaps, he was too focused. As he watched the boy, he began to pick up on strange behaviors. Every so often, Fugo would straighten his posture and shift weight from foot to foot as if he were getting impatient with assisting the older boy, however, Abbacchio knew this wasn't the case. Fugo was awful at hiding frustration and anger. If he was annoyed with Narancia, he would be making that very clear. It had to be something else. He paid closer attention. In doing this, he was able to pick up on the fact that Fugo's breath was really uneven, often huffing and gasping softly. It was also noticed that his hands kept grabbing at his knees. Abbacchio recognized these behaviors. There was no doubt in his mind that Fugo had to piss. Abbacchio wondered if the boy was ignoring his needs on purpose, or he was really just so into helping the other that he hadn't noticed them. Either way, Abbacchio couldn't help but feel aroused by this. It was clear from his increasingly fidgety body language and small, yet telling grunts, that Fugo was aching to go. From what Abbacchio could remember, Fugo had last had something to drink no less than 7 hours ago, after which, he hadn't gone to the bathroom since. He was definitely at full capacity by now. Abbacchio bit his lip and slowly removed his hard-on from his clothing, thanking the world that the two boys were to busy to notice and that table concealed his dirty actions as he begun to pump himself rather lovingly... Fugo gulped. He was using every ounce of his strength to remain composed, keep focused, and pinch the tiny muscles that held back the immense fluid pressure. He was utterly desperate, to let go and it felt like any wrong move would or easing of muscles would trigger release he would be unable to stop. God, he really wanted to leave and chase relief, but he really didn't think he could walk now. Just one wrong step and he would endure humiliation. What could he do? He began to panic internally. The only way out of this was to wait until the others left the rooms to make an attempt to go, which was almost certain to fail and lead to a mess he'd have to rush to clean, or try now and risk humiliation trying to save himself the exhaustion of holding it for...well...however long that would be. Abbacchio picked up on this desperation and decided right then that he wouldn't leave this room until Fugo's predicament reached it's climax. He held a hand over his mouth to keep himself from moaning as he fully indulged himself. His heart was racing from the adrenaline rush of earnestly masturbating right in front of two of his best friends. It just felt so good...He gritted his teeth and picked up the pace, beginning to sweat. Fugo was so close to losing control. His panic was palpable. Abbacchio gave himself a playful tug as Fugo's fist slammed onto the table, his other hand shooting between his legs as he groaned loudly. Narancia took notice and covered his mouth as urine burst from between Fugo's legs, spraying harshly in several directions as he failed to stop or even slow its forceful exit. Fugo looked to the floor and trembled as a particularly sensual moan escaped him. The relief was intense. Narancia stood up and wrapped an arm around Fugo, slowly guiding him to sit down as the flow continued, apologizing and encouraging him to just keep letting it out, muttering comforting phrases as Fugo sniffled and began to cry, his face burning with shame. The whole scene drove Abbacchio mad as he grew closer to orgasm, accidentally moaning loud enough to draw Narancia's attention. He froze as he locked eyes with the boy, face flushed and unable to hide what he'd been doing. He simply mouthed, "I'm sorry." Narancia frowned, cringed, and shook his head before rushing Fugo out of the room, drops of urine trailing behind them. Abbacchio bit his lip and quietly finished himself off. It felt amazing. Pity for Rohan: (Rohan gets scared out of his mind and pisses himself. Someone unexpected helps him out) (This is actually lightly inspired by real events in which I was stuck outside at night in the cold rain and scared half to death. lol) It was growing dark and cold outside, rain and wind eliciting shivers from Rohan as he made his way along the street, clutching a bag as if his life depended on it. This was yet another one of his unusual escapades to be utilized in making his manga realistic. He was doing his best to induce fear and vulnerability in himself. It was working quite well. He wouldn't dream of admitting it, but Rohan was still terribly afraid of the dark. His heart raced as he instinctively searched the area for any threats. He could barely make out any details through the rain. He wanted to go home. He was tired, hungry, miserable, and in dire need of a restroom, but he was committed. He couldn't turn his back now. Pressing against a wall, he allowed himself to cry. this went on for a little while before he gathered himself and continued on his walk. It was eerily quiet now. Even the wind and rain were merely a light ambience paired with his footsteps. Rohan's stomach churned with dread and he started to dearly regret doing this. His heart was pounding, fear fully overcoming his mind as he began to unconsciously whimper. It was then that he began to hear a second pair of footsteps coming from behind him. He froze, his blood chilling as the steps grew closer. Suddenly, a voice called out to him with a short, "hello, " causing his heartrate to spike as he nearly shrieked. Turning to face the voice, he stumbled and fell to the ground, shutting his eyes in the process. That's when he lost it. "No! No no no!" Rohan yelped. Despite his efforts to pinch his legs and hold back, his bladder began to empty itself, soaking his pants and blending with the fallen rain beneath him. He trembled and sobbed as he opened his eyes and recognized the man in front of him, "I'm so sorry you had to see that! I...I've never been this humiliated!" Rohan pulled his knees to his chest and half-berried his face in them, tightly grabbing at himself through his pants to stop the flow prematurely. Tonio approached cautiously, not wanting to upset Rohan any further, as he was clearly at his most vulnerable. He waited for Rohan to look into his eyes before extending a helping hand. The gesture was hesitantly accepted, and Rohan was lifted from the ground, one hand still glued between his legs as he struggled to hold in the rest, whimpering desperately through gritted teeth. Tonio gave a pitiful look. "Hey...It's alright if you need to let go of the rest. You're already wet and it seems to be quite painful...There's no shame in relief. I promise I won't mind." "I-if you insist..." Rohan muttered, deeply grateful for opportunity to finish urinating. He looked away and slowly removed his hand from his groin. Surely enough, the flow resumed, although stunted heavily. He grunted in frustration. Tonio nodded and positioned himself beside Rohan, gently pushing the area below his belly to coax the urine out. Rohan's breath hitched as the dam fully broke. He covered his mouth. The two watched the stream as it exited his body with urgency, neither one daring to say a word. Finally, it stopped. Rohan sighed openly. "I bet you're feeling much better now. Come with me. I'll get you a change of clothing," Tonio put an arm around Rohan to guide him inside, but was surprised when he was pulled into a hug. He held the other man close, stroking his wet hair. "Please...P-Promise not to tell anyone about all of this..." Rohan sniffled. Tonio smiled. "I wouldn't dream of it."
  19. This could not be happening. Jotaro found himself in the back seat of the car, along with Kakyoin, Polnareff, Avdol, and Joseph, who was driving. This would usually be no problem, however, right now, Jotaro had to piss more than he’d ever had to in his whole life. The pressure inside him was nearly painful and he felt if he moved the wrong way, he’d lose it all. His body stiffened and clenched with effort to hold back the fluid. Looking down, he could see a protrusion just above his groin, his two belts pushing into it. He gulped. He was more than full. It was inhuman. There was no being cool about this. He had to speak up. “Hey, old man. Pull over. I gotta take a piss.” He spoke, feeling a light blush heat his face. No response, “Hey, bastard! I said pull over! Good grief,” He gritted his teeth. What the hell was this? He summoned star platinum, who pushed the breaks of the car. “Ora!!” Star Platinum cried out in desperation retreating back to Jotaro, who, at the same time, felt a wave of urgency crashing over him. He growled and shoved his hands between his legs, giving himself a death grip. He’d done it though. The car was stopped! Quickly, he removed his hands from the offending area so that nobody would see his shameful lack of control. His relief faded all too soon when Joseph turned to face him, anger plastered on his face. Polnareff was staring at him with a look of disbelief. It was a kind of look that screamed, ‘what the hell was that for?’ “Do you think this is some kind of joke, Jotaro!? We need to find Dio as soon as possible. If we keep wasting time like this, your mother…” Joseph's face darkened. “He’s right. Jotaro, what’s going on? This is very unlike you. Surely you have a good reason for this, right?” Kakyoin's startled face looked into Jotaro’s almost pleadingly. Avdol only gave a disapproving grunt. “I wasn’t just fucking around! I need to piss like hell and you aren’t listening to me! I’m getting out of this car, damnit!” Jotaro huffed and began to unbuckle himself. When Joseph reached over his seat and held the young man back from the door. “No way in hell you’re getting out of this car unless you have a very good reason! Otherwise, I’m going to continue thinking you’re just fucking around!” he said angrily. Now Jotaro was, of course, enraged, but also confused. Had nobody understood? He had to piss! He was so close to bursting that he just couldn’t stop himself from shaking. His tip pinched between his legs dribbled frequently into his boxers despite the strong hold. Jotaro had the urge to just let go right then, but he kept his composure and thought through the situation. Although he respected the others and, although he wouldn’t admit it, loved them, he was very annoyed with them right now. Jotaro took a deep, shaking breath and shook his head. It was as if everything he’d said about needing to piss was being completely disregarded! Wait… “I need to pee…” he spoke through his teeth, feeling his face flush at the childishness of it. The response was odd. “Well, aren’t you gonna say anything? We’re waiting,” Joseph's brows furrowed. Jotaro gulped. That had to be it. Someone or something was preventing Jotaro from communicating his need. But what? And why? What was the purpose of this? How did it benefit anyone? “Are you ok, Jotaro? You’re looking rather distraught. Are you feeling sick?” Avdol said as he observed Jotaro’s state. Jotaro realized that his sweating and pale complexion was giving them the wrong idea. He needed to think fast, otherwise he was going to be treated like the last time he was sick. Forced to lie down and be still for a long time. He shuddered at the thought and furiously shook his head ‘no.’ “Are you hurt?” Kakyoin put a concerned hand on his shoulder, “You look like you’re in pain. Your eyes are…watering…” he looked away with regret, remembering how Jotaro hated to appear weak or ‘uncool’ in front of others. Surely he’d made Jotaro even more embarrassed than he already was, “S-sorry…” “What is it, already!? Are you having a panic attack or something?” Polnareff cocked his head to the side, exasperated. “Spit it out, kiddo!” Joseph spoke for everyone. If he couldn’t communicate his need verbally, Jotaro thought, maybe he could do it indirectly. He glared at the ground and tried with all his might to push his embarrassment aside. Groaning desperately, Jotaro shoved his hands between his legs and made a point to cross one over the other as he whimpered. This was humiliating, yes, but he would be beyond mortified if he ended up pissing himself- in his 20000 yen pants, no less! Joseph's expression morphed into one of surprised pity, then bewildered frustration, and finally, guilt. “I’m sorry, Jotaro…go ahead and take your time, but next time just tell me you had to go, ok?” He facepalmed, blushing. Jotaro didn’t have time to respond, he pushed his way out the door and fell to his knees on the ground. Feverishly, he undid both of his buckles and zipper, his stream already starting up as he forced his boxers down, not having time to utilize the opening built into them. He couldn’t help but moan and pant in relief as the fluid shot out of him. His stream was strong against the sand. Whimpering in pleasure, Jotaro forgot that he was fully visible to everyone in the car. They could hear all the sounds he was making…The deep grunting moans did not stop, however, and the stream remained strong for a full minute before slowing to a stop. Jotaro let his hands hit the ground as he trembled and caught his breath. Kakyoin was the first to break the ice, whispering to the others a reminder to be kind before quietly exiting the car and kneeling beside Jotaro. Jotaro immediately shifted his position to cover himself. “Are you alright?” Kakyoin's voice was gentle. Jotaro gave a timid nod “Feeling better now that you’re all emptied?” Jotaro nodded once more, his face flushing yet again. Kakyoin rested a hand over Jotaros back before rubbing circles over it. Jotaro sighed, breath still shaking, “Good…Just keep taking deep breaths. Your body needs a minute to recover from the strain…” “Ngh-ngggghhh…” a sob escaped Jotaro, ignoring his wishes to be spared of any further humiliation. He struggled to hold back further cries, but the shame was so overwhelming that it was hard to. “Hey, it’s alright…” Kakyoin closed the car door behind them, “If you need to cry, just let it out.” he soothed. This was instantly followed by an eruption of sobs from Jotaro, “J-Jotaro, are you hurt!?” Jotaro shook his head, “You just…really needed to cry, huh?” Jotaro nodded through tears, his face beet red. Kakyoin rubbed his back a little faster, “Don’t worry about it…I’ve got you. Just feel your feelings…need a hug?” “Y-yes please…” Jotaro grunted. Kakyoin smiled. “C’mere, big guy. Just cry into me. Everything’s alright”
  20. The sun was obscured by tall, pine covered Vermont mountains. A dark blue 1988 Pontiac 6000 LE Safari crested a hilltop road, driving it was a skinny, blonde young man, in the passenger seat, his girlfriend. The car was silent, aside from the rhythmic clunking of passing over highway connection points. The young lady looked over at her boyfriend, breaking the past 20 minutes of silence with a very meek, almost inaudible “Hey..” The boy broke eye contact with the road, opting to look at the thick, jet black bangs of rich hair that utterly blinded his girlfriend. The two were a rather silent couple, in the four years of high school love-dovery they had experienced together, they always remained mostly silent. They would sometimes go weeks, or over a month without exchanging so much as a hum, but they never failed to spend some of each day in each other's presence. The contact of eyes to her felt like a wave of boiling heat, her soul flinched, and she grabbed her hair, holding it up to her face to hide behind it. Her face underneath was red as her own blood, something about his body language today, -something the two had become exceptionally skilled at reading- made her feel a sort of way. She knew what this way was, but refused to admit it to herself. “I have something to show you, I think you might like it.” she informed him, softly as always. Her boyfriend’s eyes were already affixed on the road again, which freed her from her flustered hiding place. She reached into the back seat, and grabbed her handbag. She reached inside, and pulled out a few items, all encased in brown paper bags. Twisting her body around like that had intensified a slight aching that had been in her lower abdomen most of the day, but it was still barely tame enough to ignore. She figured that she could wait a bit before bringing his attention to it. “I was looking at the Sears catalog a few days ago..” “Hm?” “...And, well- I saw something you might like..” The young man looked back at his girlfriend, her lips formed a shadow of a smile, but it was a smile. His eyes followed her perfectly thin arms until he caught a glimpse of what was in her hands. His eyes widened, and he snapped back to his relentless stare at the road, hoping to distract himself from what he had seen. Yes, he certainly liked it. He liked it a lot. It made him feel warm inside. The girl twisted around again to put the items back in her bag. Much to the displeasure of the mysterious aching in her body. She felt like she had spoken too much for the time being, so she opted to press her legs together, and rest her hands on the end of her skirt. She remained silent for the following 15 minutes, her eyes locked on to the thin, transparent denier tights that wrapped around her legs. She watched as they reflected, and became more or less transparent when the sun hit them at different angles every time the car turned. This reminded her that she needed to get more, as this was her last pair that wasn't ripped from how delicate they were. Suddenly, the boy’s Pontiac crested a rather pointed hill, giving the girl a brief feeling of weightlessness, then a sharp jolt of pain from the aching area. It suddenly felt a lot worse, almost as if her ignorance of it had kept the pain at bay all day, only for the sudden grasp of attention to make her realize how much it actually hurt! She grasped her skirt tightly, and ignored her desire to remain quiet for longer. “Sam?” she mumbled. “Jamie?” “May I please use the restroom?” “No.” “Okay.” It took her a second to realize what he had just said. She looked over at him. “What? What do you mean ‘No’?” “I mean no.” “But I haven't gone all day, the teachers kept denying me.” “I’m denying you too.” “Oh, okay.” It took her another second to realize what he had just said again. “But I need to go really badly.” She mentioned. “I am not going to let you, though.” She stared intently at her knees, pressing them tightly together, the skin around the contact points turning white beneath the shaded tights from the pressure. “Why?” “Do you want an honest answer?” “I’d like one, please.” “And you won’t get mad?” “I promise.” “And you won't find me weird?” “I won’t.” Sam hesitated for a second. Two seconds, actually. No, more like around a minute. He stared at the road the whole time, chills running up his spine. Jamie waited, her impatience growing slightly as her bladder was still waking up and realizing its true fullness. “Because, I think it’s cute when you have to pee.” Jamie tilted her head, curiosity overpowering her enough to distract her from her bladder. “Elaborate, please.” Sam hesitated for only a few seconds this time, “I think its hot when you really have to pee.” He sighed, stressfully. “To put it in simple terms, I have a fetish for women needing to pee.” “Huh.” She replied. This was possibly the most they have talked in a day, and it was interesting. But as the initial shock of intrigue faded, her bladder came right back, ready to chastise her viciously for ignoring it. She put her hands together like a knife, and jabbed it into her skirt. Sam applied a white-knuckled grasp on to the steering wheel of his car. The combination of what she purchased from Sears, and her current situation painted a very, very desirable picture in his mind. “Can I please use the bathroom?” “No.” “Is there any point in asking further?” “No.” “I understand.” Jamie responded, a twinge of curiosity still in her voice. After about an hour of silent driving, repeatedly interrupted by the swishing of Jamie’s tights as they rubbed together, becoming exponentially more frequent as they neared their destination. The Pontiac broke off of the main road, down a dirt path, and stopped at the edge of a small embankment overlooking a lake. From here, they could watch the sunset. Sam stepped out of the car, walked around the front to Jamie’s side, and opened the door for her. Jamie slowly stepped out, wobbling slightly when she was fully up. Her bladder really disagreed with this, it suddenly felt weighted, and it stung quite a bit. She immediately crossed her legs and hunched over, one hand on her knees, the other firmly against her crotch. “Is it really that bad?” Asked Sam. Jamie nodded. “Yes! I haven't used the bathroom since before I left the house…” She took a deep breath. “Give me a minute, I need to change into the new stuff.” Sam replied with a short “Ok.” and walked closer to the embankment, looking at the orange sunlight gleaming off the ripples in the lake water. No more than a minute later, Jamie walked in front of him, and in front of the sun. She appeared as nothing more than a silhouette at first. She was gorgeous, with sleek curves, flowing hair, it was truly a perfect sight. Sam's eyes were quickly drawn to one noticeable feature of her silhouette, her bladder was so heavily swollen and distended, it looked like she was nursing a slight pregnancy. Soon, Sam’s eyes adjusted to the silhouette, revealing that she was wearing a beautiful set of black floral lace lingerie. It consisted of a very well strapped bra that perked her chest up nicely, black shoulder length gloves with lacy sleeve tips, A waist garter that held up a pair of lace-topped thigh high stockings, underneath it sat a pair of lacy black panties, and the whole thing was topped off with a pair of 6 inch high heels. The lingerie stuck perfectly to her thin, but tall frame, but the true star was the swelling of her bladder. It bulged so much, it was quite obvious that a full day of drinks and waiting was sitting patiently inside of her. “Do you like it?” Jamie asked shyly. Nobody had ever seen much of her skin, and the floral lace meant that parts of her that were “Covered” were still able to be seen. Sam was astounded. She looked like an angel, and from his silence, she could tell exactly how much he loved it. She could also tell where he was looking, she broke her stillness, quickly knifing both hands into her crotch again, and hunching over. It took her a second to realize that her bladder was actually as swollen as it was, and that it was the reason he was looking there. She felt deeply embarrassed, but seemed to appreciate the fact that he was enjoying it. Even if it hurt so much that she had to put effort into not crying. Sam held out his hand, knowing she’d have to struggle more to hold it if she could only use one. “Want to hold hands until the sun sets? It would be pretty romantic.” That night, April 12th, 1988, a boy and a girl, deep in their teenage love, held hands as they watched the sunset. One was comfortable as he could be, with a slight smile on his face as the final gleams of sunlight disappeared from the hills, the other was almost naked, cold, frantic, and in excruciating pain. She couldn't stand upright enough to catch a single glimpse of the sun, as she was too occupied with pee-dancing the entire time. However, as soon as the landscape became dark, something clicked. It was like a button within her was pushed. Her bladder had swollen in just the right way to trigger something. Somehow, by some mysterious turn of events.. She liked it. Mari here, thanks for reading! I am working on a continuation to this right away. feel free to discuss or ask questions below! I'll be wearing an identical set of lingerie and heels to her as I work on part two, I wont forget the "bladder was so heavily swollen and distended, it looked(s) like she was(I am) nursing a slight pregnancy" either. That is an integral part of her outfit.
  21. (I take no credit for the image. Artist: unknown.) "...run...." "....run!" "RUN!!" Ilia's eyes shot open, only to be greeted with more darkness. Had she been asleep? Why did she have a horrible pain at the back of her neck? Where was she....who was she? Ilia couldn't seem to remember any of these things, all she could remember was that voice she was dreaming of, "Run....RUN!" That was the only memory she really seemed to posses at the moment. Ignoring her apparent lack of memories, Ilia's mind shifted towards survival, she needed to figure out what was going on. She tried to move, but realized she could not stand, or even move her arms. A rough cut of rope held her tightly to a support beam inside of whatever building was serving as her prison. Ilia felt a sudden wave of fear sweep over her, fear of the unknown, she knew nothing and could see nothing in the dark building, all she knew was that she was a captive, and that was a scary thought. "H-hello?" Ilia managed to stammer, her voice small, "Is anybody there?" Her question was answered by the hideous sound of strange creatures whooping and howling, speaking a primitive language of various grunts and gurgles. One of the creatures loudly beat upon the door of Ilia's cell, indicating that she was to remain quiet. Ilia's heart jumped at the sounds, as her words choked in her throat. After a few minutes, the initial paralyzing fear of the monsters gave way to a less crippling fear, a looming sense of dread. She knew that she had to somehow find a way out of here. Her eyes had now finally adjusted to the light; Ilia could faintly make out her surroundings, a derelict house with shattered windows. The broken windows were allowing trace amounts of moonlight to work their way into the room. Ilia could see that the room was completely bare, say for herself, and the support beam she was tied to. For several minutes, Ilia struggled with her bindings, attempting to break free, but to no avail. Her arms were pulled behind her and wrapped around the pole, fastly secured to the base of the pole with some rope. The rope was tied off so low that she was being forced to sit on her knees, rather than stand. Every time she would tire herself out, she would remember the looming, unknown horror right outside her prison, and then continue trying to free herself of her bonds. After what felt like an eternity, dawn finally came. The first golden rays of sunlight crept through the shattered window, and fell upon an exhausted young girl. Ilia had been struggling all night, and no longer had the energy to hold herself up, she was leaning forward on her knees, with her bound wrists holding her weight from completely falling to the floor. She was so tired, but Ilia was now intrigued at the prospect of being able to see clearly. After surveying her room again, she once more determined that the room was empty. Now Ilia turned her eyes down towards herself, as she couldn't seem to even picture what she looked like. Looking down, Ilia saw she was wearing a white, sleeveless chemise, and light brown capri pants, with bare feet. Though she previously couldn't recollect what she was wearing, this did not feel surprising, seeing her body just naturally felt familiar. Ilia's train of thought was broken when one of the beasts from outside suddenly burst through the door, and into her holding chamber. Ilia was instantly afraid if the hideous little beast, it had a hunched back, horns, green skin, and beady little red eyes. The eyes stared at her thirstily. Ilia's body tensed up as the creature approached her, her mind was now racing, wondering why she had been captured, and what the creature's plans were for her. It waddled right up to her, looking down, it put it's face a mere few inches from Ilia's. Her stomach churned as it looked at her, not just because of the horrid smell, but also because of the way it was looking at her. Despite her best efforts, Ilia started to whimper slightly. She jumped when she suddenly heard a loud clank on the floor, and the sloshing of water. Looking down, Ilia saw that the creature had brought a pail of water with a ladle. Surprisingly, the water looked clean. The creature grabbed Ilia's lower jaw and squeezed her cheeks, forcing her mouth open, in the other hand, it took the ladle and poured water into her mouth. She hadn't realized just how thirsty she was, so Ilia greedily slurped at the water. For some reason, this seemed to amuse the green beast, so it refilled the ladle, pulled Ilia's head back, and tried to dump the whole ladle full down her throat. This caused Ilia to choke on the water, and spray it out of her mouth, coughing violently. The little green wretch began making a horrible gurgling sound, which Ilia could only surmise, must have been laughing. The rest of the day Ilia sat in the room alone, until the creature returned with more water at dusk. The process was repeated again the next morning. At first, Ilia had been desperately thirsty, her body utilized all of the water. But now it had been at least a full day and a half since she had probably last used the toilet, she honestly couldn't remember anything prior to her waking up in this room. But now she was getting desperate, she really needed to pee. The creepy green creatures holding her captive had not harmed her yet, so Ilia thought perhaps she could try communicating with them again, even though she reviled even being in their presence. "Hey!" Ilia called "Anybody out there?!" Her call was met with silence. "Please! I-I really need th-the toilet!" She cried out, as her voice began to crack. At this comment, her captors only responded with the same hideous gurgling laugh as before, but otherwise, did nothing. Another hour passed by, Ilia tried to keep her legs crushed together as hard as she could, though it was difficult due to the way she was being forced on her knees. She couldn't quit get her thighs to touch. She was using every ounce of her will power to not wet herself. Ilia wanted to grasp her girlhood with her hands, to relieve the pressure, but her hands were still tightly bound. The pressure was becoming too much to handle, Ilia suddenly lost control for a second, as a spurt of urine squirted into her panties. Quickly she forced herself to get a grip, as the embarrassment began to set in, she realized that an accident was inevitable. Tears were now running down her face, even though Ilia knew there was nothing she could do to stop the inevitable accident, she still blindly held on to hope that her captors would have mercy or something, anything! She was in so much pain now! "N-no!" Ilia cried out, as she felt a warmth spread through her panties. She couldn't hold it back anymore, the warm wetness spread more and more as she began to completely lose control of her bladder, and fully wet herself. Her pee soaked through her panties and into her pants. Ilia felt the hot piss running down her thighs and pooling on the floor around her knees. Her urine made a loud hissing noise as in gushed out of her vagina in through her panties, it went on for over a full minute. Completely defeated, Ilia began to sob, as her body slumped forward again, her weight resting on her wrist bindings, a very large puddle of pee surrounding her, leaking through the floorboards. Ilia's sobbing was interrupted by that horrible gurgling laugh, she looked up and felt the hot burn of shame spread across her face as she saw several of those little green devils peering in at her. They were laughing, their red eyes burning holes into Ilia. She shuddered at the pleasure they were getting from her misery and humiliation. Written by: High Meme-Overlord
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