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Lisa was on her way back from the gym. In white joggers, pink leggings and a blue T-shirt. She was eager to get home and use the loo, she didn't like using the ones at the gym, especially for #2. She would even opt to leak a little pee in her leggings than use the public toilets. On her way home she walks through the park as per usual. As she strolls through the park, she hears a noise from the trees, first she thinks its just an animal, but then it sounds like a crying baby. So Lisa runs over afraid for it. As she does so she trips. Rolls her ankle? Holds her arms out to stop her fall. Her fall doesn't stop. She screams as she falls through the ground, tumbling through the void. There's nothing. Just blank, deafening quiet. She feels herself screaming, but cannot even hear herself. After just a few moments she lands, THUD! It hurt, it really did, but nothing seems broken. She takes a moment to catch her breath, she can hear her breath. "Hello?" she can hear that too, even a slight echo in the dark, though not pitch black like before. There's a dim flickering light in the distance, no, around the corner. She slowly gets to her feet, feeling the pang in her bladder once again, but that's the least of her problems, right? Lisa begins to walk towards the light, around the corner. Walls, Lights, hallways, as far as she can see. What is this nightmare purgatory. Where the hell is she. She explores the endless office space for what seems like hours. Her need grows more and more till she begins to consider going on the floor. There doesn't appear to be anyone around in whatever this place is, but still, it feels wrong. she searches for a discrete corner, just incase there is someone, somewhere. Once she finds a discrete, albeit dark, corner she backs up stops and listens to check there is in fact no one around. Once satisfied she begins to slowly lower her pink leggings and black panties. Squatting down, ready to pee on this already yellow carpet. Its hard to voluntarily piss on carpet, never having been naughty like this before. Not *this* naughty anyway. As she waits in position, begging her bladder to release, she thinks about times she has intentionally wet at or on the way home. Times she has even soiled her self at home right before a nice warm shower. But she has never gone on the floor or in public, these had always excited her, but she was too self conscious to try such things. Her knees began to ache, waiting so long in a squat. And just as she smiled with excitement, a few drops finally leaving her tense body... she goes pale, wide eyed, even tenser stopping any flow. What was that Sound!? There's someone there! She jumps up and pulls her pants up. No something, that wasn't a human sound. She sees a silhouette in the distance, not a human one. She holds back a scream and quietly shuffles out of the corner. Her bursting bladder overshadowed only by her racing heart. Once out of the corner and in view of long hallways she begins to run, as fast as she can with her full bladder. Faster even. The pain. The fear. She leaks as she runs, the piss pushed out from the force. But there's something after her. After running for sometime she stops, confident its no longer behind her. Panting, clenching, holding herself. Her crotch damp, but her bladder still mostly full. It could come again, this place is inhuman. She closes her eyes and focuses. She finally begins to pee, properly, hardly even feeling relief, just feeling the wet warmth down her legs. About half way empty she hears it again. She tries to stop her flow, she cant. She begins to run, it hurts, but eventually her flow cuts off. Her wet legs are nothing compared to the squelching in her shoes. Squelching! noise! oh god it can hear her. Still trying to keep moving she struggles to get her shoes off. She barely gets them off before the creature catches up. She screams as she flees once again. Minutes later she seems to have gotten away again, panting deep, exhausted, she leans against a wall and manages to let the rest out. Just gushing pissing through her leggings. She enjoys the feeling, and is actually grateful for the clothing, the pee running down her legs is much quieter then spraying into the carpet. Thankfully she feels some relief and pleasure near the end of emptying her bladder. Her mild smile soon fades as she feels the need to fart. She is able to with effort make it silent. But its a bad sign. She has to poop. This thing has already caught her with her pants down, she opted to wet rather than be vulnerable. But poop, how could she manage that with it being there at any moment. Oh god, she has to find a way out of this place. At least she isn't desperate yet. It's still manageable. She wanders this never ending maze of yellow carpet. Beginning to grow aroused from her wet state. Her heart still racing however, checking over her shoulder constantly. And trying to suppress or at least quieten every fart. Eventually she stumbles upon a staircase up. She assumes this must be the way out and hurries up excitedly. The spiral staircase is long, multiple stories, she ponders whether this is endless like the maze and stops, leaning against the rail on the verge of sobbing. She holds it back, afraid to be heard. She figures going back down wouldn't be any better, so despite the crushing fear, exhaustion and growing pressure in her bowels, she continues up. Many stories up she must take another break. As she leans against the railing a wave of pressure goes through her. she figures there's no point fighting it completely, so she leans forward and gets ready to push a small load into her panties. However she only trickles some pee as she turtle necks, merely staining her panties while reliving herself none. She figures she better keep moving, opting to hold the rest in and continue up the stairs. The stairs end, they actually end. and she hasn't heard that creature in some time. However, she is not outside, just a different floor. One of tiling, like a pool. Like a pools showers... like a bathroom! Excitement coursing through her, she runs around searching with a burst of energy. Her energy and excitement slowly fade as its once again endless hallways and empty rooms, just of tile now instead of carpet and wallpaper. She figures since she hasn't heard it in a while, now might be the chance to relieve herself. But again her instinct is that shitting on the floor is a terrible thing to do. She grapples with it for some time, pacing as the pressure builds. Eventually she gives in. Lowering her leggings, squatting, and ... FUCK, of course, brilliant timing, its back, she can hear it. Just as she began to pee she lifts up her leggings, wetting them more. And begins to flee once again. Again she loses it, sighing in relief. She leans against a wall to catch her breath. As she rests she spots a door in the distance. Her interest piqued she moves toward it. When she gets close she breaks into hysterical laughter. It's a bathroom door, and its 'occupied'. What cruel joke is this. She sees more doors down the hallway and continues to investigate them one by one, all the while her farts coming more and more, nearly at her limit. Most are 'occupied'. She finds one that is 'vacant'. She enters, there is no toilet. Just a bed of all things. In what looks like a bathroom. Exhausted and at whit's end she flops onto the bed, laughing in her mind at the nonsense of her situation. Another wave comes, she gives in and begins to mess herself. Laying her torso flat on the bed, her legs off the edge, kneeling on the floor. She gives in completely, utterly soiling herself. Brown piss running down her legs. Halfway through her relief the door slams open, its the creature. Her heart stops, there is no escape, that was the only entrance to this room. She admits defeat and accepts her fate, too exhausted to run, to even scream. She continues to shit herself in defeat and fear as it comes closer. Tentacles sprout from its hideous figure and begin to approach her. She buries her head into the bed in fear. The last of her waste leaves her body and pushes into her overstuffed panties as she waits for her impending doom. After an excruciating silence, she looks up to see Its not there. It's just gone. The room is empty, apart from her brown puddle. The door is closed. She slowly gets to her feet. Feeling her bulging mess squish against her lower back. she shivers from a mix of disgust and arousal. She waddles over to the door and slowly opens it. There is no monster, just the hallway. Wait, it's not the same hallway as before, its, her hallway. Her pictures and art hung on the wall, her living room at the end. She steps through the doorway and slowly makes her way down the hallway, questioning the reality of this. The door closes behind her. She turns back startled. To see its now just her typical front door, she can see sunlight through the mosaic. She rushes to it and opens the door. Its true, she's home. the sunlight and fresh air feel wonderful. She then notices the eyes of a pedestrian passing bye looking at her, at her crotch. Soaked and messy. She swiftly shuts the door and runs to the bathroom. Leaving a trail of brown pee and footprints in the hallway rug. She strips down and jumps in the shower. Mostly relieved to be home, to be clean. But still unnerved and paranoid. Afraid that this isn't real. (I just kinda improvved this, from some jokes i had with lewd friends. It almost went even darker with a bad ending)

"I suppose it would be pretty be fair to say that, by the time the apocalypse came, nobody was really surprised. The first outbreak was the Green Scare back in 2013, where a sudden, violent mania suddenly took control of a small town in South Carolina, driving all of the residents insane. In a panic, the Office of Disease Analysis was created to isolate and neutralize the cause. And they succeeded. ODA prevailed when everyone else thought the zombie apocalypse was upon us. In 2015, another epidemic arose in Georgia, much more resilient than the first. ODA once again responded and terminated the threat. In 2016, Louisiana was struck. Amid the panic, ODA began to expand its power, creating new sub-organizations such as the Public Health Commission and the Ministry of Epidemiology. Don’t let the professional names fool you, these were tyrannical parties, bent on containing the infection and exterminating the infected. The rest of the world watched with bated breath, all were terrified of the spreading disease, now ominously known only as “the Contagion”. Then, in late 2016, an outbreak erupted in the UK. That was all it took to blow the house of cards over. Nations everywhere shut down their harbors and airports, fearing they, too, might suffer an outbreak. It is 2018, now. Over the last 2 years, outbreaks have gone from being a yearly occurrence to being monthly, and now only weekly. People have become isolated and paranoid, and ODA is losing control of the situation. There is a lot to know about ODA, the Contagion, the crumbling world around us, but our story has a more humble beginning to it. Our story begins with a small group of three people whose evacuation didn’t quite go to plan…" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Welcome to my interactive story, The Contagion! A terrible plague has ravaged the land, and begun the zombie apocalypse that every gun nut has always dreamed of. There’s just a few points that I want to cover before we can truly begin: 1. This story will be told from the perspective of 1 of 3 characters, and you guys get to decide who that is. While every character will remain in the party, and they will still have accidents, you will only be able to fully control a single character. There will be times when the perspective temporarily shifts to a different character, and there may even be times when the option to completely permanently change perspective is available. 2. This story will feature a main male character who is subject to accidents, along with 2 females. More characters may join the party as it progresses. 3. This story will absolutely feature messing. A lot of it. 4. This story will most likely wind up considerably darker than most others that I’ve written. Characters will get hurt, do bad things, and be put in very horrible situations. 5. And lastly, just to add some risk and unpredictability, the results of a lot of the actions you guys select will be determined via d20 roll. Not all, but a lot. With all of that out of the way, let’s introduce our cast. Leo Taylor Bio: The younger brother of Grace Taylor. His quiet, reserved speech on top of a decisively unimpressive stature and musculature makes Leo the last person anyone would expect to survive any kind of disaster. Despite his physical shortcomings, Leo has managed to survive thanks to his speed, agility, and quick wit. He always manages to find some way out of any trouble that comes his way. Though the thought of being alone terrifies him, both Grace and Angela know that he’s likely the only one of them who could survive alone. Appearance + Equipment: Leo is younger than his companions, being only 19. He is a little bit short for his age. He has light skin and shaggy, messy brown hair. Currently, he wears a green hoodie and some blue jeans. He possesses a small pistol, some ammunition, and a combat knife. Continence: Bladder control - Low, prone to leaking. Bowel control - Medium low. Fear/Stress Tolerance - Low, he will lose control easily. While Leo may always find or invent a way out of dangerous situations, he hasn’t yet discovered a way to do so without needing a change of pants. Being the timid, nervous sort of person he is, he’s always had a little trouble keeping his bowels and bladder under control. After the apocalypse, this has manifested itself in him being too shy to ask his companions to stop for a bathroom break, along with him being pretty easily scared to the point of leaking, if not flat out voiding himself in his clothes. Grace Taylor Bio: The elder sister of Leo. Grace is a respected and admired individual. Prior to the end of the world, she was a police officer, and one with a stunning record. Talented, intelligent, and strong, she was very well suited for her line of work. Evidently, she was pretty well suited for the apocalypse, too. Granted, a whole lot of her survival knowledge comes from video games and movies, but it’s served her well enough so far. Appearance + Equipment: She is 25. Similar to her brother, Grace has light skin and brown hair, though hers is kept tied in a small ponytail. She is fairly tall, and fairly fit. Currently, she wears an unbuttoned blue shirt on top of a white tee shirt, and dark blue jeans. She also wears an old, gray baseball cap that she’s owned for many years. She is the most well-armed of the group, carrying a bolt action rifle and her police handgun. She also carries a police baton. Continence: Bladder control - High Bowel control - Medium Fear/Stress Tolerance - Mixed, fear is high, stress is low. Details are below. Grace is no stranger to terrifying and dangerous situations, considering her line of work. Undoubtedly, during the early days of her career, the more intense conundrums saw her pissing or soiling her pants, but those days are long past. However, Grace has always had stomach problems, ever since she was a kid. Today, performing exceptionally strenuous physical activity will often cause her bowels to leak, or even totally empty. Angela Blake Bio: While she is unrelated to the Taylor siblings, Angela has been a close friend to both of them for many years. Before the apocalypse, she was a librarian. Like Leo, she is not the type of person you might expect to see outlive everyone else in a disaster. And, well, you wouldn’t really be wrong to think that way. Angela is not a skilled fighter or survivalist. At all. She has survived mostly by doing whatever Grace tells her. She is, however, fairly good at keeping the others going. She is decently skilled at mending clothes and wounds. She is also an excellent cook and organizer, so she is generally left in charge of supplies. Even beyond those skills, though, she is simply a very charming and optimistic person, and is usually able to inspire her friends to keep going, no matter what. Appearance + Equipment: She is 23. She has pale white skin, due to all the time she spends indoors. Her hair is black, perfectly straight, and stretches down to her back. Currently, she wears a light pink sweater and a long purple skirt that reaches nearly to her ankles. A slim pair of glasses adorns her face. She is equipped with a small revolver and a switchblade. Generally speaking, she carries their supplies, due to her skill at managing them, unless an item proves too heavy. Continence: Bladder control - Really low. Bowel control - High. Fear/Stress Tolerance - Extremely low. Angela has somewhat of a weak bladder, and it’s always been a bit of a problem for her. Scary movies or games, Halloween haunted houses, even just startling pranks, all of them had a tendency to leave her slightly damp. When the end of days rolled around, Angela found it nearly impossible to keep herself dry. Curiously, however, neither Grace nor Leo have ever seen her shit herself, nor even mention the need to relieve herself. For whatever reason, despite her weak bladder, her bowels are stronger than anyone’s. Which character will you control? A). Leo Taylor B). Grace Taylor C). Angela Blake

CW: Suicide So this a new idea I'm working on. Wanted to give props to @Sophie ♥ from DD for the limbo idea. ......... ................... ................. Beginnings and Endings "Dying is one of the weirdest things you will ever have to deal with, from what I understand mine was slightly nonstandard. Apparently, the usual deal is that one moment you’re here the next you’re in the big cosmic airport terminal waiting to be sorted based on whatever you where in life or something like that. It’s all weird and metaphysical and post-modernist and shit and even being dead I don’t fully get it. My boss says that I won’t till I fully crossover. I’m Ashley by the way. So yeah, I’m kinda’ in capital L limbo or something, this tends to happen with suicides and gets decided way above my paygrade. Of course, it may not even be "decided" so much as the power cosmic makes it happen because it must be that way. Like I said death is weird and yet strangely normal at times. Mine was two weeks ago and I’m still getting used to it." "I suppose I should fill you on the backstory since your reading my…. Limbo Journal? I’ve really got to think of better name for this thing. If your recently deceased sorry, but a yeah, pro tip you can still web surf; E.M. radiation FTW. Anyway (whistles awkwardly) this is the story of how I died….." "It was June of 2019 and I had just staggered my way out of college and into the real world with no idea what the fuck I was doing. I at least made it up to the Boston area like I wanted and got a job as a junior tech running network admin for some generic company. I think they made parking meters? So yeah life was meh like it had always been, and I was angry, frustrated, and wanted to fuck shit up because politics and everything is suck in terms of the world. That’s when I met Gary a.k.a K#[email protected] from network security. Gary was an ass, but he was also my ticket into a local hacktivist collective and because I was gung ho and eager to travel I got a staring role in their big breakout performance." "The plan was simple and something I had been dying to try for years. Wipe out the personal loan data of everyone at a major bank. This group had struck gold, finding a zero day for the new networked ATMs Bank of America was rolling out. This would allow us to both sneak a trojan onto their servers and give us a readymade bot net. My job was to zig zag across the country uploading multiple copies onto hundreds of ATMs. One of the best perks of being a soldier in the glorious revolution turned out being able to press enter to make it rain. Once we launched it caught everybody off guard. We didn’t get everything, but we did some hella serious damage. Which is why the FEDs got involve and O’fuck me sideways I’m hauling ass for Canada with a bogus passport." "I was in middle of fucking nowhere Ohio when it hit me. My life was pretty much over and our best shot had only made a small dent in the grand scheme of things. I stopped at this cool little motel that was cheap and had an attached barcade. Then I spent three days getting lit and eating dinner food. I also wrote my memoirs such as they were and drove up to a nearby state park. After doubling checking that everything was safely on the cloud. I got out the backup option I had bought with the passport in LA. There was no way in hell I would last more than a year in federal pen and I didn’t want to keep running for the rest of my life. So that left one course of action. Six hundred milligrams of morphine sulfate and an IV kit. Once each vial hand been injected into the saline bag all I had to do was put the central line in and wait." "I queued up one of my favorite acapella remixes on my phone to play me out while I watched the sunset over a beautiful fall landscape. The light and the foliage making an interesting interplay. On impulse I snapped a picture. And as everything faded to black…." " Carry on, you will always remember Carry on, nothing equals the splendor Now your life's no longer empty But surely heaven waits for you Carry on my wayward son There'll be peace when you are done Lay your weary head to rest Don't you cry Don't you cry no more" "When I came to I was standing at the overlook and there was a young black guy with a curly crew cut, sport shirt and skinny jeans standing in front of me. Like I’m cynical and crotchety as shit. I don’t do cute, but this guy was giving off serious adorkable vibes and I actually found myself wanting to hug him." "Hi I’m Samuel." "Uh, Ashley… You’re not an EMT…." "I’m afraid it’s too late for that….." My stomach did the whole roller coaster drop as I turned around and was confronted by the mindfuck that is seeing yourself, or rather your body sitting on a park bench with an IV still sticking out of it’s arm. I looked down at my arms and got mind fuck number two, they were partially transparent "Balls…." It came out as a stunned whisper…. "So I’m…… Oh Jesus Fuck…. I’m….. and you’re….." "A Reaper" at that point I sat down and started laughing hysterically as my mind just noped the fuck out. "Ashley @#£?; born march /////, died October 30th 2019, 6:20 pm. Bit of a rap sheet. Besides the usual petty human shit; we have grand larceny, vandalism, ‘cyber terrorism’, hubris, gluttony, alcohol abuse, and self-harm." “Not going to bring up my porn collection?" still laughing my ass off, Samuel smirks "The powers generally don’t give a baboon’s behind about that stuff hon." I laugh harder "SUCK IT FUNDIES SUCK IT" "Yeah I was not handling death well and the laughter quickly turned into those big heaving full body sobs." Samuel sat down next to me and pulled me in for a hug as I rode it out. "So, I’m going down stairs I take it?" "Of course, not Ashley!" "Wah!?" "You’ve made mistakes some of them big and your going to have to work on things but at the end of the day your still good people." "What happens now?" "We meet the boss." "God!!?" Samuel chuckles "No more middle management…."

Sexy Mature Woman Peed Pants Submitted by: realmadrid Submission Date: : 11 Nov 2012 Category: Videos / Movies / Clips (Female) Clothing: Jeans Wetting Type: Intentional Wetting Scenario: Staged/Scripted Wetting This sexy mature woman pees her white pants, with no panties under, makes her pants become see through. Then she proceeds to masturbate. As bonus, you see some wet feet. Credit to our Tmivalez, this video is from his wetting-video account. Click here to download this file

The Beast Along a rural dirt road, in the Appalachian Mountains of Pennsylvania walked a young boy of 9 named James. He was walking this 10 mile stretch of trail on an errand given to him by his mother. It should have gone fast, but his friend, whom he had not seen in a year, ran up to him at his destination in town. His friend had been traveling, and just wouldn't shut up about all the places he'd been. Before James knew it, the sun was setting. He ran off, leaving his friend confused, and did what he came to do in the first place. He then hurried back to the trail headed for home, hoping not to be too late. He looked to the west, and saw the sky on fire with the reds, and oranges of the setting sun. It was Autumn, and he knew it would be dark sooner than he thought. As he thought this, he realized something else, he needed to pee pretty badly. He was in such a rush in town that he didn't even notice he had to go at all. He thought of just going off the side of the trail, and then thought against it. He'd be home soon, he told himself. He could just hold it until then. He looked to the west again, and watched as the last light dipped below the horizon. The colors of sunset turned to darkness. He noticed the trail was a lot stranger at night. He liked a challenge though, and eagerly walked on. He then took in a big breath, and let it out in a sigh. He smelled the tree pollen, and dried grasses in the air. He also smelled something else under that. A rotted smell. Like a dead animal mixed with old moss, and mold. James felt nauseous, bent over, and gagged once. At the same time his bladder gave a painful spasm, reminding him of what it wanted, as if he could forget. It hurt a lot now, but he simply squeezed his legs together and tried to go on. "If this keeps up," he thought, "I'm going to have a decision to make." A little while later, about 15 minutes it felt to him, something strange happened. He saw a glowing woman appear out of nowhere in the woods near the trail. The shock of it made his bladder squeeze dangerously. Luckily James noticed and fought back the urge. She was wearing a white dress, and her face had a beckoning look to it. For a moment he seriously considered going to her, but then caught himself before he could do anything he would regret. Instead he pinched his arm hard, and when he looked back up she was gone. "I'm just really tired, and I hallucinated her." he told himself. But just behind that thought his mind said, "Or maybe these woods are haunted." He laughed out loud at this, but, unconsciously he started walking faster. The next thing to happen was a sound. It rose loud out of the woods and echoed all over. It froze him in his tracks, and made his heart race. His now aching bladder gave another squeeze, and a bolt of pain through his gut. James had to clamp a hand on his crotch to avoid leaking. Then he immediately relaxed, and let out a sigh of relief. It was only a loon. He forgot that they live in these woods. He'd heard them all the time, but out here in the darkness, they sounded more menacing than before. James casually told it to shut up. It took no notice of him, and kept calling out. His bladder had reached the point of distress. It was in the most pain he'd ever felt it before. Every step on the path sent waves of pain across his crotch, and up his belly. He wanted badly to just go off the trail like he thought of doing in the first place. But he was far too stubborn for that. He only tightened his legs more, and kept telling himself he'd be home any minute now. He couldn't even shut his eyes to focus more on stopping the urges. He knew that there were places where the path just dropped off 20 feet or more. He had to keep his eyes open for pitfalls. Just then, he saw a large hulking shadow move to his right in the woods, along with a low gravely, grunt. Pure, primitive terror instantly swept over him. His mouth went dry, his heartbeat sped up, and a chill ran down his spine. He then noticed warmth on his crotch, and knew what was happening. He tightened his muscles, and stopped the flow, but not before a large wet spot had appeared on the blue briefs he was wearing that day. His face went red with the combined embarrassment, and fear he felt. He could still feel it dripping down the insides of his legs, but nothing had soaked through yet, and he was glad of that much anyway. His mind then came back to the situation he was in right now. The only word he could think of was "monster". But he considered himself officially an older kid, and older kids don't believe in monsters. However, he had seen enough late night movies on TV to know it might be something else. He thought of some lunatic out there, with a knife, waiting for his next victim to pass by. That shadow didn't look human though. He wondered what it could be, nothing like that lived out in those woods. He decided to ignore it, seeing his swollen bladder of more concern at the moment. He forced his shaking legs to inch forward, and continued along the trail. Not long later, he noticed something else. It was a clicking sound. Like an impatient person drumming on a stone. But the nails sounded a lot bigger than any humans'. Along with that was a wheezing sound, like a grown man tired after a long run. As he was imagining this, the clicking stopped, and a large, dark, shadow came flying out of the woods at him. James noticed just in time, and ducked down, avoiding it by inches. The object passed over him, and thumped loudly against a nearby tree, falling to the earth. James could only stand in place paralyzed by fear. He then noticed he'd lost control of his bladder again. A hot stream was spraying full force into his pants, soaking through his underwear, and jeans. He flung a hand to his crotch and clamped down painfully hard. He again managed to stop it, but his hand came away wet. He looked down and saw a large wet spot had bloomed over the whole front of his pants. His wet briefs stuck to him uncomfortably now, but he really didn't care by this point. He went over to the object that had just missed him, and saw it was a big stone, about the size of his own head. He realized the thing had tried to kill him just now, and nearly succeeded too. James could then only stand motionless by his fear, and confusion at what to do next. His wet pants quickly turned cold in the night air, making him shiver badly. He thought it would be a funny story to tell if he got a cold like this. Wetting himself, while being chased by a monster. The creature was watching him only stand there, since James was taking so ling to make a move, the creature decided to make one first. James heard an echoing human-like howl as a large shadow charged at him from the woods. At the last second he snapped out of his paralysis, and spun sideways. He felt the wind as claws swiped the air where he had just been a second ago. He spun wildly, and slammed against a nearby tree huffing, and puffing. His eyes darted around wildly in search of his attacker. He looked at where he was, and saw a dark trail leading from there, to where he was now. "That;s my blood, that thing got me ans I'm bleeding from somewhere." he thought. Then he followed the trail to the legs of his pants. The he finally felt it, warm rivers soaking through his briefs, and gushing down his legs. Filling his shoes with warm liquid, and pooling under his feet. His face reddened again at his discovery for the true reason for the trail. The relief was wonderful, and heavenly. But he realized that more important things were going on right now. He once again fought for control, actually needing to get down on his knees, and clamp with both hand to stop it this time. When he finally won back control there were tears standing in his eyes form the effort. He felt that his bladder was still half full, surely enough to hold it back now. His mind snapped back to the situation he was in. His fight or flight response kicked on inside his brain. He chose flight. He ran off the trail, and dove into a ditch obscured by bushes. He laid down, and tried to keep as quiet as possible. He though he'd for surely evaded the monster, until he heard the wheezing sound again, getting closer, and closer. It sounded like it was smelling for him. He thought he would vomit from all the stress, and fear of tonight. He fought his food back down, and waited quietly. He miraculously heard the sound pass him. James crept out, and dashed the other way toward a field of tall grass. It was nearly to his neck as he stood, so he would only have to kneel down to hide here. He did, and then waited for any sign of the monster. After a long time it did. He heard the wheezing sniffing sound approaching again. "How does it keep finding me?" he thought quickly. Then he knew, looking down at his still dripping pants. "I've been dripping all over the place and leaving a scent trail." He thought. He shut his eyes as it got closer, with the anticipation of his own mutilation. Then again the sound passed him. He only had a few seconds to wonder why before a sound gave him the answer. He heard a small animal, a rabbit maybe, squealing in pain, and then stopping as he heard it's bones being crushed. He then heard it tearing the animal to pieces. "That's going to be me." he thought. "It's going to do that to me any minute." The absolute terror of this thought caused another spurt to escape his bladder re-dampening his briefs. James decided to sneak away before it finished. He slowly, and carefully crept to the edge of the field near the trail, and then broke out into a blind sprint. He ran for what seemed like eternity to him, until his lungs burned, and his legs ached. The night air whipped at his sweat clumped hair, and past his wet pants, chilling him to the bone. After a few grueling minutes like this he came to an abandoned barn. He'd passed it dozens of times on these errands, and he barely even noticed it at all. Now though, it looked like the greatest thing he'd ever seen in his life. He staggered on tired legs to the old door. He pushed the rusty hinged thing open and stepped inside. He winced at the smell of mold, and bat guano that greeted him. He found a stable that looked acceptably clean, and sat down. "I can stat here as long as I can, then I'll just sneak away later when the sun rises." he told himself. He leaned against the nearby wall, and drifted off almost immediately. It was a sound that woke him up. A scratching sound on the wood outside the barn. He felt his still full bladder squeeze in fright. He tightened his muscles and stopped the urge dead in it's tracks. It was the monster again, he knew it. It was scratching the outside, exploring, trying to find a way in. James thought that it couldn't be the monster. He almost believed it too, until he heard the same grunting he heard earlier. It only kept circling and scratching over and over. When it scratched behind the wall where James was he'd tremble in fear, with his eyes shut tight. He thought it must have bad eyesight if it couldn't see the door. Then he remembered. He didn't even lock the door after he got in. He called himself stupid in his head and kept saying that if he only locked the door, that thing would never find a way in, and eventually just give up and leave. But he was too frightened to get up and lock it now. He only sat there and listened to it circle. The combined stress, and fear got so bad that he thought he would vomit again. His bladder wasn't any help either. As the scratching continued, he had to constantly hold back the urges, and spasms it gave him.Once his control slipped a bit and he felt a warm trickle flow into his underwear. He now felt that he was fighting the inevitable. A losing battle. But he kept on trying for now. He kept thinking That he'd just hold it a bit longer, then go outside and let it rip. The image of the relief he saw in his mind made him happier, and uplifted him a bit. He then imagined a castle wall between his bladder, and the outside world, and that helped even more. He felt stronger because of it, and he used this new strength to prolong the war he was fighting with his bladder. The next sound stopped all his thoughts dead. The scratching had finally reached the door. It stopped as if the monster was pondering on what it had just found, then it started to ram the ancient door hard. "It wouldn't have made any difference if I locked the door," he thought, "It nearly fell apart when I touched it, it would never hold up to that." But it did hold a lot longer than he thought it would. It took a good 4 or 5 strikes to buckle it. Then the door burst open loudly. It had shattered to splinters, and they clattered all over the cement floor. The half still attached to the hinges slapped against the back wall with a bang. Hearing this James quickly covered himself with the hay in the stable, and got into the corner in an attempt to hide. He heard a clicking sound as it strolled on the floor. He then heard it moving hay around in a nearby stable. It then moved on to the next, and the next. "It's searching for me," he thought, "It'll find me for sure, I'll never see the sun rise tomorrow." This thought sent his heart once again racing, and his bladder throbbing in sync with it. He could still fight the urges back though, though he realized, not for much longer. He really hoped it would give up and leave. But it only continued it's search. James had counted 20 stables when he came in, and now he counted each one down, each one scaring him more than the last, each sending his bladder to new heights of agony. Eventually he resorted to clamping his crotch hard through his wet clothes with both his hands to try and stop what he knew was going to happen soon. He just kept chanting over and over in his head to wait a little longer. Finally it came to his stable, ant stopped at the entrance. James shut his eyes tight and didn't open then. It stood there seeming to know what was under that hay pile. Maybe it could still smell the scent of the new friend it had made that night. It started moving then. It took one step, then another, then another, slowly approaching where James hid. Each step it took sent waves of pain up his crotch, as it spread all over his body. It now felt like there was a 10lb. weight in his gut. It stopped a foot from him and waited. "I'm going to lose it," he thought, "I'm going to lose control, and when it smells it, that will be it's signal to attack me." He waited for it to strike. A full minute went by with nothing happening, then suddenly a claw came up and slashed the air in front of James, missing the tip of his nose by centimeters, instantly uncovering him, and sending hay all over the stable. A fresh scratch, opened by the claw began to bleed. James kept his eyes shut, and whimpered helplessly. not wanting to see this monster. It still only stood there looking at him. He wondered why it didn't attack. He could only sit there, cross-legged, and still clamping his crotch with both hands. He could smell it's breath. Cold, and rotten. He realized it was the same thing he smelled back in what seemed a thousand years ago at the beginning of all this. He turned his head away to avoid the stench as best he could. "It likes what it's doing to me," he thought, "It wanted a challenge in it's meal, it wanted me to run around tenderizing myself before the main course." Then he got the insane idea that he should look at it. He thought "maybe it wouldn't be so bad, maybe it's just a cat, and I imagined the rest." He almost believed it, but his rational mind wouldn't listen, reminded him of the rock, and the sounds it made. This was no cat. However, the truth was, he really did want to see it, he was curious. This part proved more powerful than he thought and eventually won. It soon kept chanting "LOOK,LOOK,LOOK," in his head like some demented schoolyard dare. All his confusion, and stress pushed his bladder to the breaking point. Even though he was clamping with both hands as hard as he could, it constantly kept dripping moisture uncontrollably, and helplessly into his underwear. Drop by drop he was losing his war. Tears began to stream down his face. One hit his scratch and made it sting badly. Finally he decided he would look, for better or worse he would, and just get it over with. He slowly forced his eyes open. It was a grueling process. It seemed that his rational mind still had a lot of power over him. He managed to pry them into slits, and started turning to face his predator. He laid his eyes on the thing before him, and was instantly gripped in a total, and bottomless terror he'd never known before. His eyes snapped open, and he stared helplessly, he couldn't look away now even if he wanted to, and he did want to very badly. His bladder gave one last huge contraction, and then his castle fell to rubble. He felt liquid flooding his pants. It came with an uncontrollable force that he could hear. It hissed as it sprayed, instantly drenching his partially dry briefs, and jeans. He then felt it as it cascaded like a waterfall between his legs, and soaked the area under him. Lastly it collected in a large pool under him and spread warmth all around him. He noticed his still clamping hands become warm and wet as the flood passed them by. James didn't try and stop it this time. He just didn't care anymore. One part was the enormous relief he felt as it happened. Mostly it was the assurance he had that he'd be dead soon. He felt like he was staring death itself in the face, his own death to be exact. The monster sniffed at the air in it's wheezing breath, smelling the fresh, familiar scent wafting up from his soaked pants. James then came out of his shock enough to look the horrible thing over completely. It was covered in a thick, black fur. The back paws were very similar to a black bears feet, but the front "paws" were human-like, with long fingers covered in that black fur that covered the rest of it's body. Each "finger" was topped with an equally long claw. The looked agile, and deadly. It had them folded back though so it walked like a gorilla. The body itself was also like a black bear's It shifted a bit, and the fur looked like it was hanging off the muscle, like it was rotten between the layers. He then moved up seeing the fur and flesh tatter around the neck, beyond that point was only bone. There were only 2 visible vertebrae. On top of which was it's horrid skull. It looked creepily close to a humans'. The mouth was very large, and filled with sharp looking triangular teeth. Some had red stains on them, probably from a recent meal it had on the way to the barn. He could feel it's cold, rotted breath venting out from between the teeth. Boiling up from whatever decomposing thing was it's lungs. The nose was a bare hole. He could hear it as it breathed through it creating the wheezing sound he heard it making all night. A closer look in one of the nostril holes showed a tiny worm squirming in it. He felt sick and moved on. The worst was the eyes. They were great, abysmal, pits full of darkness. However, way in the back of those pits were emerald green pinpoints of light, they flickered like flames burning deep in what impossible thing was the creature's brain. He saw they shifted slightly, studying James in return. Suddenly he felt dizzy. A black curtain fell over his vision, and he fell to the floor, passed out cold. He awoke again about an hour later with a headache. He first thought it had all been a dream, then he felt the cold puddle surrounding him. He groaned in disgust, and got up. His legs were asleep though, and only dumped him backwards. He landed hard back in the puddle. It splattered liquid everywhere, and sent a shot of pain up his back. He also didn't like the way his pants squished when he landed. He could only sit there, helplessly soaking up his own puddle until feeling returned to his legs. When it finally did he slowly rose and straightened out. He felt the urine trickling down his legs as he started walking again. As he finally exited the barn he looked around warily, looking for any more creatures. Seeing none, he continued at last toward home. On his way he tried to think of the last time he'd wet himself so much, no comparison came to him though. He felt the way his soggy, cold briefs stuck to him, and thought he would get a rash if he didn't deal with it soon.He was cold, and tired, and he thought it would be a miracle if he didn't get sick from this. At the end of this thought he noticed it getting brighter. He looked to the east and saw the sun rising. Despite what he thought, he had survived somehow to see it again. A while later he saw something else he never thought he'd see again, his house. When he approached a shadow swept out the front door. He thought with panic that the monster had waited for him here. Then the shadow embraced him. It was his mother. She was relieved, not angry with him like he'd thought she'd be. He asked her why she was so worried. She said there were reports of mutilations in the woods last night. They said it was some kind of animal, there wasn't much left of the victims to identify them. The sudden confirmation of all he saw that night make his mostly empty bladder spasm anyway, He thought wildly that at least one part of him is warm now. She then asked her own, inevitable question about why he was all wet. He gave a lame excuse of how he fell into a ditch with a puddle at the bottom,(not a total lie). She accepted it anyway. If she'd been more calm at that moment she would notice the smell of urine on him. So that was how a young boy survived being chased by an impossible creature one night in the woods. The mutilation reports eventually stopped, and people forgot about it. For James it wasn't so easy. For 2 years after he would have regular nightmares of seeing the monster's face, then it would open wide, and James would fall into it. He always woke up from these dreams soaked, and cold. His mother was concerned about her son's recent bed-wetting, sensing that he saw more in those woods that night than he'd like to say. She considered night protection for James, but he said he didn't want any, eventually the dreams stopped, and he could sleep dry again. He wondered why it let him go. Maybe it had been challenged thoroughly enough to feel some respect for it's prey, maybe because James faced it directly by looking at it. It's still there in a way. Whenever he closes his eyes he still sees two emerald flames in the darkness.

*hey. Just going to start this with a disclaimer that i’m doing this partially out of boredom and that I only plan on continuing this if enough people reply to make it interesting. So if it takes 3 days to finish character creation because only one or two people answer it might die. So even if you don’t care what happens comment and contribute.* Welcome to the world’s horniest role playing game. The rules are simple, whenever a check is made, roll 2d6. If it’s less than your skill plus any modifiers it’s a pass, otherwise it fails. In apposed checks, if both succeed, the winner is the one that rolled lowest under their skill plus modifiers. The rest will be explained if it comes up. first character name. You pick this in your comment and the best sounding one will be chosen. Sex. Yes! Oh you mean character sex. This book contains rules for playing female characters only, for male characters, please refer to the Dongs and Dickery expansion. Species. The following species are available as player races. Humans: The most common race in the world. +1 HP at start. Elves: Nimble and agile folk of the forest. Slow aging and naturally gifted in magic, but physically frail. Their bodies develop slowly, their may have an adult mind and stature while parts of their physiology lag behind. Leading to a embarrassing stereotype that young adult elves lack proper bladder control. +1 Agility, +1 Charisma, -1 Build. -1 to continence saves from damage. + to stealth Beast folk: Strong willed and strong bodied people of a warrior culture. They possess animalistic qualities such as claws and horns, but mostly look like humans. They are not well liked in much of the world while others view them as respected and powerful warriors. +1 Build, +1 Will, -2 Charisma. +1 to Will saves against fear Beast folk all have a natural urge to mark territory resulting from centuries of warfare between tribes over territory. When they smell urine from a predatory animal or from another Beast Folk they do not recognize, they must make a continence save at a -4 penalty or become desperate. After race is chosen, we choose stats. You have the following ability scores to put into these 5 stats 4,5,6,7,8 Agility: Your ability to move quickly and silently, as well as use ranged and light weapons. Your armor is equal to this when you don’t have anything else. Build: Your ability to move, push, or otherwise push your weight around. It also measures the general strength and health of your body. It’s used for melee weapon attacks. Most continence saves are made using this stat. Your max bladder size is also calculated using double this value. So keep it high if you want things to stay dry... or don’t. Charisma: Your skill that lets you lie, talk your way out of situations, or talk someone into situations. Usually very fun ones. The kind you don’t tell your parents about. Enough said Will: Willpower. What you use to stop from being sacred, scare people, use magic, etc. It’s involved in continence saves involving fear. Intelligence: Used to know about history, science, magic, etc. You need this to be high if you want to be a wizard. For your comment just list the five stats in your order of importance. Those will be tallied up and stats will be distributed accordingly. Class is the only thing left. Just pick one of these based on stats and what you want for the story. The most popular class will be decided based on the vote. Rogue Sneaky, silent, and treasure focused. Main Stat Agility Build + 3 HP Will + 1 Mana Proficiency in light weapons rogue skills: stealth, pick pocketing, exploration, and assorted other skills get a +1 bonus Leather armor (agility +1 armor) Dagger (Light, 1d6 damage), or a bow Fighter A martial warrior with good offense. Main ability: Build Build + 5 HP Will + 1 Mana Proficiency in all weapons and armor Art of the sword: +1 to all attack rolls Half Plate (7 armor) Medium weapon (d8 damage) and a shield (+1 armor against some attacks), or a heavy weapon (1d10 damage) Sorcerous Powerful magic users. Main ability: Intelligence Build + 2 HP Will + 6 Mana Learned Expertise: +1 to all Int skill checks 5 random spells Cleric Servants of higher powers that fight for good (or evil) and purity (or not). Main ability: Will Build +4 HP Will + 4 Mana Servant of the Gods: you are liked by others of your religion. +1 to saves against fear. Proficiency with all armor and light weapons. Half Plate (7 armor) Mace (1d6 damage) and a shield (+1 armor) 3 Random spells + Cure Bard This is where I would have it a flowery description, but you know what these guys are about Main ability: Charisma Build + 4 HP Will + Charisma Mana Persuasive Bastard: +1 to all checks using Charisma. Proficiency in Light armor and all weapons Leather Armor (Agility +1 Armor) Rapier (Light, 1d6 damage), Longsword (1d8 damage) 4 Random spells Now just vote for your favorite. Hope you all have fun! What you want to know other mechanics? Those will be explained later, just vote. It’s more fun that way.