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  1. I'm going to try and start a new interactive story, hopefully it generates some interest. If there is enough interest, I will keep posting updates. As of right now, each poll will be up for two days before closing. Basic summary: Captured in battle by a rogue battalion of HYDRA agents, our heroine has been tormented and is outfitted with an implant that causes the wearer's bladder to fill up upon command. Now, our heroine has to both find out how to escape and remove the device, but also hold onto her bladder... Now for our heroine: A. Black Widow B. Scarlet Witch C. Captain Marvel
  2. Hello everyone! Mostly lurker fellow here. I’ve read a bunch of interactives, participated, and stuff. There’s been a lot that are pretty good, and I’ve been beginning to be inspired to write my own lately. Having the creative fire BURNING within me for long enough inspired this creation. I’ve done creative writing before, but not THIS kind of creative writing. We’ll see how it goes. Peeing/desperation/wetting and solo action only here. There may be mention of “charming”, but there will be no sex or anything that kind of vulgar/explicit, except for maybe a bit of self-play if you all are so inclined. So welcome to Omorashi Isekai! This one is similar to a sort of dungeon crawl isekai game thing (you’ve seen the anime, you’ve read the manga, it’s all of those but interactive and pee) Our character got teleported to another world, ending up in a dungeon that they need to explore to get home/ escape, and find themselves in a twisted dungeon that will test her mettle and bladder, meeting enemies and NPC's alike in this endless dungeon Last our character remembers she was walking down the street back home, when she was suddenly struck by a convenient out of control truck. After a blinding white light, she wakes up to find herself naked in a dimly torchlit, but pleasantly clean stone dungeon. As she wakes up she sees an ethereal screen appear in front of her. It says: “You have entered the Dungeon of Desperation. Before you lies a dungeon of trials and tribulations, filled with monsters, puzzles, and people alike. At the end of this great dungeon lies riches and wishes beyond your wildest dreams. However, in this dungeon your bladder shall always be filling, and peeing carries a great risk. Any released shall make trials more difficult, and if one loses control things may become impossible. Fear not, as death and failure shall only bring you back to a time before.” “What kind of dungeon is this? Was it made by some perverted wizard? Or rather a whizzard…” Our Heroine thinks to herself. Closing the first screen with a tap on the X in the corner, another appears. [Who is our character?] Name: Breast size : (flat, small, medium) Body Shape: (Fit, Thin, Curvy, Muscular, etc) Height: Hair/Color: Personality: CHOOSE UP TO 3:(tomboyish, shy, proud, adventurous,naughty, etc). Other traits: (pick anything that may fit in “other”) [If so desired, there is an option of: Australian. I make the character description as I please, but i Narrate in the style of Australian (to reference, read the hentai “Me Stepmum’s too fucking hot, mate) for one “chapter”. Enemies, NPC’s, and some tasks become more stereotypically Australian. Definitely won’t last forever, but I figured it may be fun.Some other bonuses will be given in repayment for suffering through all that] HP:10 Strength (Str):1 Dexterity (Dex):1 Consitution (Con):1 Intelligence (int):1 Wisdom (Wis):1 Charisma (Cha):1 Bladder (Bla):1 “Bladder? What kind of RPG is this?” she thinks. Tapping bladder on the screen gives a description: “Bladder: A measure of how much pee one can hold. On a scale of 0 to 10. Stat can go negative, any bonus or detriment will increase or decrease capacity by 2.” She shudders at this. After looking at her description and checking over her body to make sure all of her bits and pieces are attached, another prompt screen props up. Pick a class: Mage: Magic focused caster. +2 to int and wisdom Thief: Sneaky dexterous. +2 to int and dex Warrior: Basic warrior. +2 to Str and dex Barbarian: Tanky and angry. +2 to Str and Con Cleric: Holy magic, healing and debuffs more. +2 to Wis and Cha Paladin: Your sword is pretty holy. +2 to Wis and Str Bard: Why fight when you can charm? +2 to Cha and Int Anti-pee: You really would rather not pee yourself. +4 to bladder Leaky Paragon: You’re powerful, but forever leaking. -4 to Bladder, +4 to all other stats. [available class-specific actions will be described next post] After picking a class from the weirdest class list she’s ever seen, our heroine feels herself and her body change to reflect what she chose. Looking around her surroundings, she notices the only exit of the room: a staircase leading up. In front of the staircase lays a chest. Moving over to it our heroine opens the chest, and breathes a sigh of relief; clothes! Finally! However, after reaching towards the chest, another game-like screen pops up. Our heroine’s face darkens as she reads the text: “Pick one. Further will be rewarded as you progress” Sighing, our Heroine begins to look at the articles of clothing available, and notices: Each one gives a bonus of some sort! Equipment: Panties: Blue striped cotton panties. Cute and Classic. Def +4, decreases by 1 per spurt into them Bra: Light blue bra. Def +2. Comfy Spats: A pair of sporty black spats, accentuates curves. Increases your ability to run and perform acrobatics, allowing for more dexterous options. Additionally +4 def, decreasing by 1 per spurt into them. Sports Bra: A black sports bra. Keeps the goods from flopping around. Allows action: Battle Ready Armor: During a fight it can be freely activated to give a one turn bonus of +10 def or a two turn bonus of +5 def, recharging upon restart or finish. Bikini Bottoms: Black Bikini bottoms. Meant to be wet. Increases strength by +1 per spurt into them, but makes it easier to lose control. Bikini top: Black bikini top. A bit easy to get untied. Increases damage done with attacks. Skirt: Classic Plaid mini skirt. Breezy and does nothing to halt peeing, but allows one to obscure peeing. With careful planning, allows some leakage without receiving penalties. Shirt: A button-up shirt. Buttoning optional. Would look pretty official if you weren’t baring everything else. Allows easier negotiation with any NPC’s, and many enemies Short shorts: Easy to catch a glimpse up the legs. Allows you to carry much more weight, and/or actions that would benefit being able to carry more. Does not allow you to hit harder. Decreased effectiveness while wet. Sweater: Would be the most modest option if it were thicker knit. Provides resistance to status effects. Pasties: Covers only nipples and nethers. Provides a seal, increasing bladder by 3, but removing the option to intentionally leak without removing this bonus. If removed will reapply at a checkpoint. Crotchless panties and nippleless bra: Only technically clothing. Allows for much easier charming of enemies and NPC’s. Greatly increases peeing as a charming action. Thighhighs: Black Thighhigh socks. Stylish. Will increase odds of any action succeeding if you describe how you do it stylishly. Decreased effectiveness with wetness, though it is harder to get these wet. Glasses: Lets you see how ridiculous all this is. Increases magic power, and allows you to see things generally unseen Sunglasses: Sick-ass aviators bruh. Allows you to use finger guns as a weapon. Unlocks COOL options Belt: What use is a belt if it’s not holding anything? Ask Final Fantasy characters. Increases stealth/ sneaky options Towel: The most important item a hitch--er, Isekai protagonist can carry. Jack of all trades item. Pee on it to reduce penalty, use it as a weapon, wear it. Not as effective as any other item, but can do just about anything Continue naked: Continue to bare everything. Makes you slightly more charming. Gain 4 stat points to allocate as you please (cannot put these points into bladder) A difficult choice, to be sure. Author’s note: I get this is a lot of choices. There’ll be far less next post. Choose all these options, and say if there’s anything you wish to do in the starting room. After that action you will get the first challenge in the next room. HOW THE GAME WORKS: During this game, there’ll be various obstacles, enemies, or puzzles. What will happen is you the players will choose what action and stat will be used to complete a puzzle. From there I will roll a D20, and depending on stat and solution, if you pass you complete the challenge, if you fail the check you will either pass, but get some consequence, or fail and need to choose again. Any failure will not be incredibly severe as in the end it is up to luck. I will supply a basic option for the solution, but if someone chooses a stat or action and proposes a more creative or interesting approach, it will decrease the requirement to pass. If a bunch of people choose one stat, but only one person supplies a creative solution relevant to the state, the creative solution will be chosen (if it will actually be better). Abilities and actions will be told after the first post, and I will create a spoiler thing to tell stats and whatnot. As for pee: after a certain amount of time/actions, pee will accumulate. After being half capacity, there is a chance for every action to result in a leak, with the chance being greater depending on the action. Leaking will make the challenge more difficult to complete (the roll will need to be higher). At 90-100% there is a chance to completely lose control and pee/wet. This will likely cause the challenge to fail, and you will restart at the last checkpoint, with a possible debuff depending on the circumstances surrounding the loss of control. Certain rooms may allow a leak or a full pee without any penalty. Spurts can, however, be used strategically. If you’re confident in our heroine’s ability to complete a task (of which there may be some that are very easy), then you can purposefully spurt to let off some pressure to keep going. Bear in mind that some pieces of equipment lose power the wetter they are however. There may be some challenges that peeing or spurting will benefit more than detriment. Say you were fighting an enemy, and it’s hard to beat physically, you decide to try and charm it into submission. With the crotchless equipment, you strike a pose and let out some pee, charming the enemy into submission. Or you’re trying to sneak around something that can’t see well in the light. Peeing a bit onto a torch will extinguish it, allowing you to get past easier. It is your choice whether you use pee as a tool, or to avoid it at all costs. Peeing is always a double-edged weapon. In the end, be creative, and enjoy. I’ll keep this up until I get bored, but I’ll make sure to give at least some good action before I decide to end it. Please tell me anything you may wish me to improve or things i can do a bit better at that, formatting, writing, whatever.
  3. I’m starting up a brand new art request thread! You can request some sort of desperation again, but now you have more options! First, the limitations. I’m not a furry and I can still draw that kind of stuff if you want it, but I can’t guarantee that I’ll do a good job. You should probably find someone more qualified. I’m also only into female desperation, so if you want male, you should probably find someone who’s into that. If you’re into male furry desperation then I can’t help you at all. One other thing, I do not draw underage girls, or lolis or whatever, but my cartoon-y style looks pretty cute anyway so there’s no need to request something like that. Now you don’t have to answer any of these, they’re completely optional. It would help me and I’m sure it would help you, but if you don’t care then I’ll decide for you. You can pick a style for me to draw it in! The more realistic style takes a little longer, but time shouldn’t really be an issue. You can choose to have color and shading! If you want it to be black and white, or just color, or just lines, then you can ask for that! You can also choose to go lineless! This also takes longer, and if you choose realistic and lineless I will hate you, but you totally can! (I do not recommend pairing lineless with just lines, as those will cancel out and you will receive a blank drawing) I can also do different types of shading! Cel Shading, smooth shading, and rough shading. Choose which one you’d prefer (unless you don’t want shading) Some people are especially kinky and like exaggerated bladder bulges. If you’re into that, then I’ll exaggerate it! I’m into it too! (The example isn’t nearly as exaggerated as I can go) I’m not great at them, but I can include “accessories” like X-rays, bladder meters, diagrams, and anything else you can think of. Those are your options, so if you like what you see, then request something! I’ll draw it, eventually.
  4. Phentaiee

    Zone Pink

    I’m pretty sure I need to put a warning for this, so WARNING! There IS nudity here! There are also a few things I need to say before I start. There is not going to be any omo for a short while. I promise it will be here soon, but it’s not here yet. Also I made the first drawing a while before I made the second drawing. I was going to make them on the same day, but I forgot that I had 2 images rather than just one. You can tell there was a definite time gap between the two drawings An eighteen year old girl named Emily Omono was laying in the middle of a road, unconscious. She was not hit by a car. There are no working cars for miles. She had not passed out here after a night of drinking, as she didn’t really exist before this. At least, not here... Emily was in the middle of a simulated world called: “Zone Pink.” “Hello? Wake up already! This is the seventh time I’ve checked in on you!” A voice near to her called out. The voice was male, but not intimidating in the slightest. It wasn’t a high pitched voice, it was just… unthreatening. That’s the first thing Emily thought when she heard the voice. “Who- who are you?” She asked, waking up, very unaware of her surroundings. “You are not to know who I am! I am not your friend!” The voice called out. Emily looked around. She saw what looked like an abandoned city. She didn’t see anyone, but she did feel pretty cold. Why was she so cold? “I am not with you, I am just the announcer voice. You are in a deserted area. Nobody is here, but that’s good for you! While I’m sure you wouldn’t want anyone seeing you like that… that’s the least of your concerns right now! There are monsters in this world. But the worst monsters of all, are the humans that inhabit it.” A quieter voice was heard saying: “Nice!” And a high five was clearly heard following it. Emily was wondering what he meant by that when she realized why she was cold. She was completely naked! Emily stood up and started frantically searching for clothes, or something to cover her up. “Your efforts are futile! There is no clothing here! Your best bet would be to search the desert to your left, but it’s enormous. You could never search the whole thing.” Emily noticed that she was on a city’s edge, and was bordering a desert. She also noticed that the sky was a pink grid. Emily started walking towards the desert, but was very slow, since she was trying to cover her privates. “Nobody is here, I am the only one who can see you, and I’ve seen enough of you while I was waiting for you to wake up. Shit, that sounded creepy! Wait! Why am I worried about being creepy? You should fear me!” The voice announced. “I’m not afraid of you at all!” Emily groaned, already annoyed with this guy. “Just tell me what to do to get out of here!” She asked. “The only way out of here is to die, and you won’t be returning home afterwards. Your body has been transported here, and it will remain here for the rest of eternity! Your job is to make do in an apocalyptic wasteland and survive as well as you can.” The voice said. Emily took her hands off of herself, and started briskly walking over to the desert. She was terrified on the inside, but wasn’t going to let this annoying voice get the satisfaction of scaring her. After a good twenty minutes of walking, Emily stopped caring about her dignity. She was losing hope of this being some “big prank”. She started to realize she was actually stranded in a desert, naked. Just as she was about to give up, she noticed a skeleton in the distance. She ran over to it, and found a rusty spear, and some boots. “Is… Is that it?!” She yelled in frustration. “That’s only a start! You’re lucky you found a weapon before something else found you! Also, you won’t get blisters now!” The voice said. “Wha!?! I forgot about you! Have you just been looking at me this whole time?!” Emily asked. “Yes, but I won’t be able to for much longer, the thing I’m using to contact you is running out of power and you're not interesting enough for me to waste money sending in a new one. If you have any questions, ask them now, because you won’t get any more.” The voice said. “Ok, what is this place?” Emily asked. “This is Zone Pink, a simulated nightmare!” The voice answered. “Wait, are there other zones? Like zone orange, or zone yellow?” Emily asked. “No. Zone Pink is the only zone, as far as you know.” The voice said. “As far as I know? Does that mean there are more and you don’t want to tell me?” Emily asked. “No! Zone Pink is the only zone! As far as you know…” The voice responded. “It sounds to me like the author of this story hasn’t decided whether he wants there to be other zones yet and has decided to make it cryptic so that he can decide later.” Emily exclaimed. “Yeah, sure, whatever.” The voice sighed. “Oh, also, you said this was simulated? Like a game?” Emily asked. “Yes I suppose you could say that.” The voice answered. “Ok, so if I were to put on these boots and they were to give me 2 defense, would that be 2 overall defense for my entire body or just 2 defense for my feet?” Emily asked. “Oh! That is actually a very good question! And the answer is…” What is the answer? A. The boots give her 2 defense, regardless of where she is hit. B. The shoes only protect her feet.
  5. I'm hugely turned on by transsexuals desperate to pee, however I've found these types of videos to be very rare...here's one that I really like, a t-girl holding a wicked piss load at the request of her boyfriend. I love how she holds herself through her black dress! She eventually relieves herself into a glass container, with nice moans of relief. https://hclips.com/videos/michiru-holding-and-peeing-in-a-bottle-pee-desperation
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  7. Hi all, Sorry I've been inactive for a while. I've been wanting to post more but uni has been busy and I lost interest in talking about myself. So, from now, when I'm free, I'll turn my own experiences into a story all about Lula. You might recognise some bits from my previous experiences. Please enjoy! Lula could feel her full stomach wobble as she gently bounced up and down on her chair. Nearly a full day's worth of water and juice was sloshing inside of her and she could feel it bloat against the waistline of her skirt. She slowly squeezed her thighs together, feeling the material of her tights rub together and pick at itself, pulling at a small thread and pinging back into place against her leg. Her feet were crossed under the chair allowing her to keep her legs pressed tightly together. It seemed that any position other than this was less than comfortable. Lula looked at the clock. Again. Only three minutes had passed since she last looked. She could hardly concentrate. She wasn't in pain, but was struggling to focus on anything other than holding her bladder. Lula was competent at holding her pee. She often did it for convenience sake and not for anything else. She thought, at 15, she had trained herself not to need to pee whilst at school. It seemed like a good plan; especially with GCSE's coming up over the next two years. Only another two minutes had passed. Maths was slow and a bore at the best of times but this lesson was dragging. Lula picked at the end of her pen with her teeth. She tapped it against her workbook. She clicked it on and off. "Ouch" she exclaimed. "Stop it then" replied Emily, sat next to her. Emily was quietly racing through the questions in the textbook. She was a maths genius. She understood it all. Lula almost hated her for it. She was one of her closest friends, but was incredibly jealous of how well she understood numbers and equations. Lula was more of a creative. She appreciated art, dance, textiles, food, and media; having recently started it for her GCSE's. Emily had hardly flinched. Other than nudging Lula's elbow she was back at the numbers. Lula sighed. She tried to copy Emily's work on occasion but was never motivated enough to fully care. All she needed was that C to get through life and that's all she wanted. Lula shuddered due to how hard she was holding. You know, a pee shiver. She wiggled her toes hard to give her a distraction. "Finish the question you're on then bring your books to the front" stated Mr. Romano, wiping down the whiteboard and making space on the front table. "One pile of textbooks, one pile of your workbooks". Lula took a deep breathe, mainly of relief, as she clenched her legs and stood up and awkwardly joined the crowd of students barging their way to the front of the room. Lula was shoved into the corner of a desk. She felt the blunt impact against her right hip and let out a welp. She immediately leaned forwards and pushed the corner of the thick textbook towards her skirt and into her crotch. It was a quick reflex action given her hands were full. She felt the solid textbook thud itself into her crotch and straight in between her lips. At first it was immediately uncomfortable but also acted as a nice block between her knickers and the leak that she could feel waiting to be released. In the rush of the moment she pushed the corner of the book a centimetre inwards then pulled at it upwards, lifting the material of her knickers to make them tight. She clenched in the hope the small leak wouldn't escape. As she pulled the textbook away she felt a tiny patch-worth of pee dribble out. Her eyes were wide open as she was surrounded by classmates. In the excitement of the last lesson finishing, no one was remotely concerned that she had been pushed into the table. It all happened so quickly. Lula knew she had to recover. She bolted back up right and placed the books int heir respective piles. She could feel her cheeks burning. She knew she was embarrassed. She also knew, and hoped, that it was only the tiniest of leaks. She felt no dribble down er legs and no uncomfortable wet patch so it can't have been that bad. Back behind her chair, Lula took her pens crouched down to put her equipment in her bag. Whilst crouched, she quickly drove her left hand under her skirt and felt over her crotch. There was the smallest damp patch but everything else was dry. She could live with that. That's happened before. That happens to everyone, right? Lula took a sigh of relief and stood back up putting her jacket on waiting fro the final bell to ring. She tensed her calves in succession whilst holding sternly. The force of her hold was applying pressure against her bladder, which she thought was incredibly inconvenient. The bell rang. The class rushed out of the room. It was Friday evening. Everyone was both excited and exhausted. Lula hadn't been paying much attention to anything outside of her little bubble of desperation, bua fter leaving the room she was greeted with a large window and outside a huge downpour. "Shit" she thought. She pulled her jacket tight and fast walked towards the stairs. As she got closer to the door leading outside she could hear the mumbling of other students, the occasional scream, and the crowds running towards the busses. That was Lula's next job; to find her bus. The heavy patter or rain hit the tarmac and bounced back up at her shoes and ankles Not only was the October wind cold but so were the raindrops themselves. Only after a few steps she could feel the heavy raindrops bounce off the floor and start soaking her tights above her flat shoes. The cold draft clung at her legs and sent a rush up her skirt. She could feel the crisp air against her crotch making her tense more. By the time she found her bus, clambered aboard, and found a seat; her jacket was pretty much soaked and she was starting to shiver. Despite having on her white school shirt, blazer, and jacket she was still feeling the autumn cold. She has temporarily forgot about her need to pee but was tensing her whole body on the way to the bus so nothing had really changed. Now she was sat down and not moving, the realisation that she needed to pee came back again. She crunched her toes and felt her now soggy feet squeeze rainwater from her shoes. The rain water puddled at her feet and dribbled towards the back of the bus. As the busses all pulled away, Lula was bobbing on her seat again with her legs crossed. Luckily her bus wasn't the busiest so she had two seats to herself. Her bag was places on the seat to her left and she was against the window. As she looked out she saw the condensation tip toe its way down the foggy window. She closed her eyes and looked away. She was starting to feel the pain of holding. Looking at droplets wasn't helping. Crunching her toes up and feeling her soggy feet wasn't helping. The bus going over potholes wasn't helping. With no one sat next to her, she places her hands in her lap and pushed her thumbs and forefingers into her crotch to try and help hold. Luckily her school skirt was black so it was difficult to see where it had been rained on. She could feel the damp areas and the dry areas as she applied pressure to her crotch. The ride was starting to be torturous. Annoyingly, she was becoming thirsty too. As she swallowed some spit she lowered her eyebrows in confusion with herself. How can I be thirsty? The bus jolted to a halt at Lula's stop. She scrunched her face and hobbled off the bus, thanking the driver. Two other people got off here too. Lule put her hood up and pulled her jacket tight again. She was wiggling her big toes as she walked through the bitter, heavy rain. Corner of the road. Two more roads then it's her road. She stopped and looked. No cars coming down this street. Good. As she stepped into the road, her right foot sunk into a deep puddle she didn't even see. Lula lost her footing slightly and hopped forwards further into the road. She lifted her right foot and slammed it into the ground. It was saturated. Her shoe, her tights; everything up to her ankle. "Fuck off" she abruptly said to the puddle as she hurried a few more steps to the next pavement. The main road was to her left, which was busy. She was hoping people were too busy concentrating driving in the rain to see her almost fall into the puddle. Her right foot squelched with every second step. This didn't help the fact she was still quite cold. Next street passed. The rain was dripping off of the front of her hood and onto her nose and cheeks. As well as falling downwards, the wind was blowing the rain side wards as well from her right. With her right foot being soaked and cold, and now the rightside of her body getting progressively wetter, Lula was feeling grumpy. Grumpy and desperate for a pee aren't a good combination. Feeling all so sorry for herself, she failed to notice yet another puddle. This time, on the road to her right. The main road. With all the cars. She jumped but all too late. A car came from behind her and straight through the puddle. A wave of cold, murky rainwater rose up about half Lula's height and , like a heavy claw catching its prey, engulfed her jacket, bag, and tights. With her vision restricted from her hood her face was hardly affected, but now the whole right hand side of her body was pretty much fully soaked. She looked up angrily but noe one was there to see her expression. She didn't know how to react. All she knows is the shock of the sudden freezing splash made her weaken the tension she was applying to her bladder. She regained control straight away but felt another couple of pee drops leak into her knickers. The difference now was... they were warm. They were the least of her problems though. She got to her street and turned left. This road was much quieter. She was so incredibly uncomfortable and cold that she couldn't wait to get inside, change her clothes, and warm up. Lula got to her driveway. She walked down the empty tarmac and up to her front door. She leaned forwards and opened up her bag. She pulled the zip into the small pocket which she always put her keys. No. No. NO. The pocket was empty. Lula's expression dropped as she frantically searched through her schoolbag to find her door keys. They weren't there. She looked up at the door. No one was in. She knew that. Her Mum wouldn't be home for at least another forty minutes to an hour. She started to breathe heavily. She was cold. The rain was still cold and heavy. She was desperate for a pee. She was grumpy; and now she was locked out. Luckily, her front door was covered slightly by an overhang so at least underneath the door was slightly dryer, but certainly not warmer. Lula had been excited of the thought that she could soon use the toilet. You know when you;re nearing a toilet? And your body starts to realise you can soon pee? Ad it becomes harder to hold? That's what Lula was experiencing now. Suddenly she was in pain. She should be indoors by now, sitting on the toilet in a warm room. But no. She knew she had a panicked look on her face as she squeezed her legs together as she stood back up and bobbed on the spot. Lula and her parents didn't know their neighbours very well so asking to go inside would be too awkward. She thought about going to a friend's house who was only about five minutes away but that meant more walking. Holding hurt. Lula very quickly considered some options. She knew, as a young adult, she should wait. I can't pee here. I can't squat in public. There's nowhere to hide. I CAN'T wet myself. These thoughts were running through her head but the pain was agonising. The rain hadn't calmed down. She was already cold and pretty much wet through. Tears started to well up in her eyes. She felt a twinge in her crotch and a prickle of pain shoot up her stomach. This caused her to loosen her hold. She literally couldn't help it. A short wave of warm pee instantly shot into her knickers and spread over the crotch of her tights. She felt the warmth dampen the material of the tights and spread to her inner thighs. She managed to clamp down again and continue to hold. She rubbed her legs together and felt the warmth fade. She did realise however, there was no physical difference in feeling. Yes, she had felt warmer for a few seconds but her tights were already wet. She had already been rained and splashed on. Physically... nothing had changed. Lula knew her options were reducing. "Fuck" she said quietly to herself and she continued to wince under the pain. She let out a moan and hopped forwards back into the rain. She took one more hop to her left and onto the grass. With another gasp and a moan she closed her eyes and stopped holding. The pain lifted and the rush of the release tickled her waist, hips, and crotch. Her stomach and hips fizzed and the pressure was relieved. With her eyes still closed, standing on the grass, she felt her kickers flood with warm pee. It spread over the front and back of the material and she felt it pool slightly, then soak through, then pool slightly, and soak back through at her butt cheeks. The release of pressure caused the pee to first come out in waves but it eventually evened out into one constant flow. She looked down and saw the glisten of her tights as the fresh warm liquid flowed down her legs. There were a few droplets from where it was falling directly downwards but it was mostly sticking to the tights which were stuck against her skin. Whilst most of it dribbled into the grass, she felt the bottom of her feet get warm and her white socks went a pale beige colour on the insides of her legs. She was breathing heavily. In both a state of disbelief and euphoria she continued to look down and see what was happening. Despite fully wetting herself, Lula tried to clamp and start holding again but would immediately release and let it flow. This felt unnatural and taboo. Christ this felt like it was going on forever. Droplets were starting to fall from the front of Lula's skirt from where the wind had blown it towards her soaking tights. She considered again how her skirt was black so nothing would actually show up but she was very aware this was her school uniform she was peeing in. The flow started to weaken and Lula started to shake her legs. Not that it made any difference whatsoever. She stood in disbelief for a while, still in the pouring rain, contemplating what had just happened. In a way, she was more relieved than anything. She was no longer in pain and, for now, had warm legs. Her crotch started to tickle which was very odd. The feeling of disgust had gone and Lula was now feeling very strange. Satisfied almost. That wasn't as totally awful as she thought it would be. Given the circumstance, she thought she was taking it all quite well but she was worried why she was taking it much better than she had anticipated. Her biggest concern was... that felt nice. Lula brought her palm to the inside of her left leg and felt up the material of the tights. They were stuck to the skin of the leg, drenched. She sniffed at her hand. Smelt like pee. Duh. Now that was all over, she continued to stand in the rain. Slowly coming back to reality she walked back underneath he overhang atop the front door. She was dripping slightly, but that was due to the rain as well. Despite having no one to speak to, everything seemed very silent. Even the sound of the rain and occasional car seemed subdued. What is this feeling? Whilst in this strange state, her Mum pulled up in her car with a funny look on her face. She laughed whilst getting out of the car. "Forgot my key" said Lula, still red in the face but trying to act as innocent as possible. "I see! You're wet!" her mum joked. Lula jumped at the phrase You're wet. Obviously, it's raining; but it seemed as if her Mum was talking directly about the actual wetting. "From the rain..." Lula responded, "... obviously?" Her Mum replied, oblivious to the fact it could be from anything else. Lula laughed nervously. Once inside, Lula looked down and saw the beige stain still on her socks. She whipped off her drenched shoes and pulled the socks off then bolted back uptight. She threw the shoes by the back door to dry and grasped the socks in her right hand. She could feel liquid rinse into her hand and she knew some of that was pee; but she couldn't let her Mum see the stains. Nerves kicked back in and she was adamant she'd be found out. Lula clambered upstairs, dropped her school bag on her bedroom floor and picked up her cosy pyjamas. She ran into the bathroom and locked the door. Safety. She took a large breath and felt fully relaxed. She felt safe. Lula pulled her skirt down and off. She observed her tights. There was no obvious wet patch. They were just damp overall. She pulled the tights down slightly and looked at her knickers. Her pink knickers, with dark blue bow, were obviously peed in. You could tell from the position of the darkness on the material. The top part of the material was dryer, being saved from the bottom of her jacket and blazer. There was no denying these had been peed in. She gently ran her hand over the knickers and started to feel tingly again. This was weird. Nice, but weird. Now being in the safety of a locked bathroom, Lula got the weirdest of thoughts. I could just... sit on the toilet and pee again?... Through my clothes. People don't purposefully wet themselves... but I could?... And get away with it... again? These thoughts made her tingle more. She started breathing heavily again and became excited. Almost without hesitation, Lula pulled her tights back up, lifted the toilet seat and sat down. After a while she felt the front of her knickers warm up again as the glow of fresh pee layered the material and soaked downwards, wetting a dryer part of the material above her ass. Lula didn't know what to do with herself. She closed her eyes. She leaned backwards. She looked at the material getting wetter. What do you do with yourself when you're wetting? So many new thoughts were racing through her mind. This pee didn't last as long but she definitely felt wetter. With this second intentional soaking, Lula suddenly jerked her legs and she felt her knickers get wet again, but this time not with pee. It was the singe most best experience in her life and it lasted nor more than two seconds. She gasped and quietly screeched, taking two sharp inhales. Wow. With the moment over, Lula'd heightened mood was lost and all she could think of was guilt. Guilt and dirtiness. Why would I do that? Why DID I do that? I didn't need to do that. What do I do now? Her mind was racing again. She undressed completely and wiped herself down with a fresh towel. She wrapped all of the wet uniform up together with the intention to hide it in her room and wash it herself later with some other clothes. She put on her new, fresh, cosy pyjamas and carefully unlocked the bathroom door. Not that her Mum would be waiting outside it, but nervousness was kicking in big time. She crept back to her room and closed the door. What the fuck just happened...?
  8. This is the first in a series of several true desperation sightings, where I’ve been lucky enough to see estate agents dying to go for a wee with no chance to go. This first sighting happened a few years ago. After graduating University I spent a couple of months lodging in a very expensive house (bungalow) in a nice village just outside of London. The landlady (who also lived there) was trying to sell the property and told me one Saturday that estate agents would be coming at 1pm to have a look round the house, take notes for the property listing and value it for sale. Just before they were due to arrive, she received a call from them and was told that they were extremely busy that morning and were running late, and that they would be coming as soon as they could. They phoned her again about half an hour later to apologise and say they would be there for 2pm. The two agents didn’t actually arrive until almost 2.30pm and they apologised for running late. The more senior one, a man in his 40s wearing a smart suit and tie, explained that they had been doing back to back appointments since 9am and hadn’t even had chance to stop for a break. There was a younger woman with him who introduced herself as Sabeha, an attractive, tanned brunette lady in her 30s, dressed in a smart suit jacket, tightly fitting shirt, a pencil skirt that was just about long enough to be professional while short enough to show off her well-toned legs, nude tights and expensive-looking high heels. The landlady offered them a cup of tea or coffee and they politely declined, saying that they’d already had several cups of coffee during their morning appointments. When I heard this, I wondered if either of them might be getting desperate for a loo break by now. While the guy (her boss) was a little fidgety but mostly composed, Sabeha looked absolutely bursting to go to for a wee. She was pink cheeked, flustered and uncomfortable, constantly pacing or shifting from foot to foot as they walked from room to room, crossing and uncrossing her legs whenever she had to stand in one place, smoothing down her skirt over her thighs or fiddling with her waistband. The house had quite a large bathroom which had recently been renovated, and they spent some time in there while the landlady explained about all of the features she’d had installed. I could hear the tapping of Sabeha’s heels on the tiled bathroom floor as she stepped from foot to foot, and as the landlady told them about the rainfall shower head she crossed her legs very tightly, squeezing her thighs together. It must have been so hard for her to stand there with an achingly full bladder, only steps away from the toilet while listening to the landlady talking about gushing water and flowing showers. After they left the bathroom she hesitated, glancing towards the toilet, but then followed. I thought she might have asked at that point if it was OK for her to quickly use the loo, but she obviously didn’t want to appear unprofessional in front of her boss or maybe it was company policy not to ask clients for use of their toilet! They went into the kitchen, where she stood in once place with her legs tightly crossed, making notes with a look of concentration on her face, before walking through into the large living room. She paced around slowly, her heels tapping on the hard wood floors, occasionally stopping with her legs crossed to write something down before continuing her pacing. She stopped in front of the patio doors leading towards the large garden, looking out while the landlady told them about the garden design work she’d paid for. I was in the kitchen making myself a cup of tea, but I could see into the living room through the large open serving hatch. Now that the bursting estate agent had stopped pacing around she was really struggling to stand still and not let on how desperate she was to nip to the loo. She stood with her legs pressed tightly together for a moment, bobbing on the spot slightly before shifting her weight from foot to foot again. While I waited for the kettle to boil I decided to get a drink of water. I took a large glass from the cupboard and filled it up at the kitchen sink, turning the tap on only a small amount so the water trickled slowly and teasingly into the glass. The sound of the tinkling and trickling water must have been teasing her and making her need a wee even more, as she sighed and quickly crossed her legs very tightly, glancing towards me and biting her lip. The landlady opened the patio doors and went out into the garden. Just before the agents followed her through the doors, Sabeha uncrossed her legs before taking a step closer towards her boss, quickly crossing them again. She said something quietly to him, a look of concern on her face, a delicate blush painting her cheeks. Her boss glanced around towards the bathroom, replied quietly to her and shrugged, then gestured outside towards the landlady. I guessed that she'd asked him if it was OK for her to use the toilet and he told her to ask the owner first. They were out in the garden for a quite a while, and I caught sight of her standing on the patio with her legs crossed before I returned to my bedroom with my cup of tea. After a few minutes, I heard the patio door opening and the sound of high heeled shoes clicking frantically across the wooden flooring. Sabeha had clearly not been able to wait any longer and had finally asked permission to use the loo. She hurried towards the bathroom, taking quick short steps, trying to press her thighs together as she walked, before rushing inside and pushing the door closed behind her. In her hurry, she hadn’t actually closed the door the whole way, leaving it slightly open by accident. The bathroom was just across the hallway from my bedroom, so I could very clearly hear her unzipping her skirt as she hurried towards the loo, her heels clicking sharply on the tiles, followed by a rustling of clothing as she frantically pulled her skirt, tights and knickers down. There was a short pause, then I heard her moan softly as the sound of wee filled the bathroom, hissing noisily against the bowl and splashing into the water below. She was peeing for ages, the poor woman had clearly been right at her limit, absolutely bursting to go for hours and hours while visiting endless clients. No wonder she had been fidgeting and crossing her legs so much, her bladder was probably aching for release and she must have been genuinely about to wet herself by the time she finally overcame her embarrassment and asked to go to the loo. After a minute or so, her stream finally tapered off and she gave a loud sigh of relief, then I heard her mutter softly ‘Oh that’s better’ before wiping and pulling up her tights and knickers. She flushed the toilet and then left without washing her hands! She went back out to the garden and they finished their valuation. After they’d left, I was talking to my landlady and mentioned that I’d seen Sabeha come back into the house on her own. My landlady laughed and told me that Sabeha had asked very politely if she could quickly nip to the loo, explaining apologetically that she would not normally ask while visiting a client, but had not had chance to go all day and couldn’t wait a moment longer. Bonus picture:
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    Another morning. The Beeping of an alarm wakes Claire up with a jolt. She reaches over to the phone sitting at the edge of the mattress, picking it up and hitting the button to make it stop. She sighs as she realises what's happened. Claire sits up in bed, throwing the covers off her legs and yawning. Looking down, she's greeted by the usual sight - pink pyjama bottoms, her fluffy white socks, and a sight that never fails to annoy her - a pale yellow stain on the bed sheets, surrounding her backside like a warm halo. And it is still warm - she's been woke up only moments after finishing her accident. "Again?" Claire groans. She pulls at the damp pink fabric now clinging to her thigh. "I was hoping I'd grow out of this..." She jokes to herself, rolling her eyes and kicking her legs over the side of her wet mattress. She gave up the hope of growing out of it when she was nineteen, a good four years ago now. "I'd better get to cleaning up..." She groans to herself, sliding the wet pyjamas down her legs and letting them drop at her feet, recoiling as the cold morning air kisses her damp bare legs. The kettle wails as the water hits the boil. Claire picks it off the stand and pours it into her tea cup, looking away as the steam flows upward toward her face. Her hair, still wet from the shower, clings to her face as she takes her tea over to the table. She takes a seat at the table and bites into her toast. Another usual morning. She checks her phone for the time. Six thirty-four. She's got enough time to eat her toast before she has to leave for work. That makes a change. She usually sleeps through her first alarm and her morning pee, only waking up when either her second alarm goes off, or when the mattress gets so cold it wakes her up. This is usually followed by a rushed shower and a dash out the house before she practically sprints to work. It makes a nice change to wake up at a sensible time. It'd be a nicer change if she'd woke up dry, but you can't have everything. She drinks the rest of her tea before finishing her toast leisurely. The walk to work seems unusually quiet. Bridgewater was always a quiet town, but there was usually someone Claire would see in the morning. The postman, the milkman, the drunk man with the beard that'd usually have passed out in the gutter outside the pub - but today there's no-one. Was Claire really this early? She checks her phone again for the time - 7:16. She's not that early. Maybe it's daylight saving? It's about this time - late October. Maybe no-one noticed. The door to the cafe shuts behind her, hitting the chimes again as they close. "Morning!" Claire says, walking in and heading over to the store room. "Nice out there today Pete!" She says, picking up an apron and slinging it over her shoulder. "Pete?" She shouts again. "You in?" When there's no reply, Claire shrugs. She walks over to the espresso machine. She hits the button on the grinder, reaches over the the milk fridge, and begins to make herself a latte. "Could really use one of these at home." Claire says, holding the jug under the steam wand. She says it loud enough that someone might hear her, hoping Pete will show up from wherever he's hiding. She looks around. Nothing. She shrugs again. "I'll make you one too, if you want." Again, there's no response. She pours the milk onto her espresso, poking her tongue out as she tries to make a design. She flicks the jug forward slightly, leaving a little heart on the top of her latte. She smiles, proud of herself, and makes her way over to the tables, setting down the latte on the table and taking a seat for herself. Claire takes a drink from her cup, putting about half of it down almost at once. She almost immediately begins to feel better as the caffeine enters her body. She smiles again as she puts the cup back on the table, swirling it around a little, slightly disturbing the heart on top of her coffee. She picks it up again, but the chimes to the door stop her before she takes another drink. "Morning Pete." She says. "Bit late aren't-" She says, looking up. "Hey, you aren't Pete." The man at the door stumbles a little, holding onto it for balance - clearly drunk. He looks familiar too. Scraggly beard, stained over-coat. At this time in the morning he's usually curled up outside the pub in the gutter. "Oh, it's you." She says, putting on a polite smile. "I'm afraid we aren't open yet, Pete's not showed up." She say, taking another mouthful of her coffee. "Huurargww." He growls. "Yeah, we'd usually be open now, but...No idea where Pete is." she tells him. He looks toward her, but his eyes don't focus. "Come on, you've got to leave." She says, before finishing her latte and standing up. She walks over to him, looking at him with what she assumes is a look of authority. His eyes seem...pale. She hesitates to take another step forward, practically flinching as he lurches himself forward by a step. "Y-you - Ahem! You have to leave." Claire says, standing her ground and trying to sound intimidating. A foul smell comes off of him, making her more nervous still. "G-get out." He growls back at her. "N-now!" She says, putting out one hand toward the door. He stumbles a little as he stares at her open palm. "You need to leave!" He slowly looks toward Claire's face again, now close enough for Claire to see him even more clearly. His eyes don't just look pale - they're grey and empty, like he doesn't know where he is. She barely has time to notice this however, before he swings his arm at hers. "Hey!" Claire shouts, hopping backwards. "What do you think you're doing!" She shouts. The drunk takes another lunge at her, slamming his wrist against her left arm. "Stop that!" Claire shouts, slowly stepping backwards. She breathes quickly as adrenaline runs through her - this is the last way she wants to start her shift. "Get out, right now!" "Hrauuur..." He growls again, stumbling forward. One step, then another before he lunges himself at her, grabbing her by the shoulders and biting at her collar. "Hey!" Claire shouts, falling back against the counter, barely staying on her feet. "Get the hell off me!" She shouts, pushing at his shoulders while he tries to bite hers. His face, up close to hers, is even uglier - she can make out every wrinkle, the dried stains under his mouth, and the smell is something else. Claire picks one foot off the ground and pushes it squarely into the man's thigh, kicking forward and throwing him off her. He stumbles backward for a moment before falling onto his backside. Claire darts behind the counter, picking something up to threaten him with. What does she pick up? A) The espresso spoon still in the coffee machine. It has a comfy grip, and the basket is fairly weighted, almost like a hammer. It's short, but it feels quite sturdy and easy to handle. B) A broom. It's a long wooden broom, worn down toward the base. It's quite long, although that might make it awkward to swing around the shop. C) A fork. Underneath the counter there are a handful of dining forks. They're sharp and pointed, as one would expect. However they're quite small and very light.
  10. Alex Oxford

    Other Cam Models?

    Hi everyone, For a minute now there has been a thread for a a cam girl, and several other models have been mentioned in that thread. However, due to the nature of the thread, and some of the rules imposed by moderators, the links and references to other models were removed, which I perfectly understand. However, I still remain curious has to who these other cam models are. Are there other cam models that are willing to do omo content? And if so, who? While I understand there may be rules that apply to this request, as there were before due to the issues that came up, I think it would be great to know the other individuals in the industry that are willing to put omo content on their shows. I'm definitely interested in knowing who else is out there, and if the other thread was not appropriate for mentioning them, perhaps this one will be, as long as there are no objections :)
  11. In everyday life I am not one for drawing attention to myself though I have found myself on nation TV and radio lots. As far as my love of desperation goes I tend to keep that very private but I have been bursting while public speaking, in many training courses, out in public and on public transport. I’ve found myself desperate in supermarkets, restaurants and even in banks! So if you could be desperate for a pee anywhere where is your ideal place?
  12. Canticle Natura

    NoMaKo: An Omorashi Tale

    Version 0.6

    2,737 downloads

    Disclaimer: I am not the developer of this game, only uploading it here on his behalf. You can get in contact him through the Twitter links posted in this description. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- More information and updates on the game can be found on the developer's Twitter: https://twitter.com/nomakogame or their (now defunct) tumblr: https://nomakodev.tumblr.com/ (Paraphrased) From the developer "NoMaKo is an omorashi RPG. If the term “omorashi” is alien to you, then this probably isn’t your type of game! It’s usual turn based RPG action with adventures to be had, dungeons to be travelled through, and many puzzles to solve. All while drinking to recover HP and MP and having to deal with the bladder need of the characters who are animated with progressively more desperate squirming. If this need isn’t handled, well… laundry can be done at any inn! Design is intended to not be frustrating: running is always successful, no missing, KO’d party members still receive EXP, etc! A unique feature compared to other RPGs of this type is the ability for characters to learn to push themselves further with holding. After an accident or using the toilet when beyond their limit, the character’s holding ability will permanently grow slightly! This can be seen on their status page. This demo’s playtime is estimated to be around 4-6 hours. It’s not encrypted, so if you have RPG Maker VX Ace, you may totally open the project and snoop about. I want to see more omo games, so I hope to show off how I did things so others may follow! Look through the common events and look in the scripts file and see the modification I did to the Actor script to add the omo system. Please enjoy and leave feedback if you wish! I hope you enjoy your adventure with Noelle, Maple, and Kora! Known Issues Windows 10 users, there is an issue with crashing. Among testers, consistently it was found that anyone who had the game crash occasionally at battle start up was running Windows 10. Don’t know why! So right click the game, set properties to Windows 7 compatibility and save often! Might help. FIXED IN 0.3.2. Also, sometimes desperation/wetting notices may be triggered just as you change screens, with the changing of screen interrupting it. A minor annoyance, but not really a big problem!" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- So in essence, NoMaKo is a newcomer to the Omorpg scene. I have played through it and, in my opinion, it is a fun, light-hearted adventure that is reminiscent of older JRPGs. Some of it's features include: -Unique battle sprites and animations for all three of the playable characters (including different desperation stages and wettings). -The ability to increase the size of each character's bladder by having them hold to their limits. -An interesting take on RPG gameplay as well as a plethora of puzzles. The RPG Maker VX Ace RTP is required to play the game. If you enjoyed it please give the creator a note, I'm sure they will appreciate it!

    Free

  13. Jailor Eckman

    Request 016

    From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    This is the request I did for @Dededesciple!
  14. Penny’s New Bike. Chapter 1. “PENNY! PHONE!” Penny heard her mums call, and walked briskly from her room, an inquisitive look on her face. She didn’t receive a lot of calls on the house phone, as like most 18 year olds, her and most of her friends usually did most of their socialising via their cell phones or laptops. “Who is it mum?” She whispered, taking the handset, and covering the mouthpiece with her hand. “Some lady from the Cancer Research Foundation,” her mum whispered back. “What do you think it’s about?” Penny felt an excited tingle surging through her body. It could only be one thing, something that she had been daydreaming about lately. The raffle! Penny and her mum had been shopping recently, and the Cancer Research Foundation had been selling raffle tickets in the mall for five dollars each. First prize was a new car, second was a moped, third was a new bicycle. Not just any bicycle, but a proper road racing one, with an ultra lightweight carbon fibre frame, with a clothing and accessory package thrown in. Obviously Penny would love the car or moped, but any of the top three prizes would make her daily commute to college a lot easier. Her mum had bought them a ticket each, and had listed their landline number on the tickets. That had to be it! “Hello?” Penny said, her voice shaking with excitement, as her mother hovered beside her, listening anxiously. Jackie, Penny’s mother had forgotten all about the raffle, and her concern was entirely about why someone from the CRF would be ringing her hopefully perfectly healthy daughter! “Yes. Yes, this is her, I mean me. I’m me. I mean her....” Penny was too excited to think straight, and was starting to glow with embarrassment with how she suddenly seemed to have so much trouble talking. “Yes. Yes I did. That’s right,” she looked at her mum, and suddenly squealed with excitement. “OHMYGOD! YOU’REKIDDINGME! REALLY?!?” Holding the phone away from her mouth, she almost shouted at her mother. “I’ve won a prize mum! I’ve won that freaking bike!” Jackie could here the lady on the other end of the phone laughing loudly, and she clapped her hands with excitement for her daughter, before fetching a pad and pencil for Penny to take notes with. After the call had ended, Jackie and her daughter sat at the kitchen table with a calming cup of tea, while Penny filled her in on all the details. She had indeed won the third prize, a new bike valued at almost $5000, with all the extra accessories, including an electronic trip meter, a good quality bike lock, a water bottle, pump, maintenance kit, as well as a complete clothing package! She was ecstatic! “I almost wet my pants!” Penny said. “I’ve never been so excited!” Jackie laughed. Her daughter had been known to do that before, but not for at least a couple of years now. When she had been younger, Penny’s bladder had been just a little bit on the weaker side of normal, but as she had progressed through adolescence, it seemed to have strengthened itself as she had gotten older. As far as Jackie knew, Penny hadn’t wet herself for quite some time now, although she didn’t often do her daughters laundry much these days.... Mother and daughter talked excitedly about Penny’s good fortune, and started to make plans about how she could go about collecting her new bike. The bike store that had provided the prize was almost 20 kilometres away, and neither Jackie’s, or her husband Dereks cars had bike racks fitted, and were both too small to fit one in. “It’s no problem mum,” Penny declared happily. “I can ride it home! I’ve just gotta get up there to collect it. Apparently I can do it on Saturday morning! I’m sure dad will take me, if I ask him.” Jackie was unconvinced. “It’s a long way Pen. You haven’t ridden a bike for awhile now. Do you think you can ride that far?” Penny laughed. “Easy mum! This thing is as light as a feather! It’s an actual proper road racing bike you know! It’ll be super easy. Besides, if daddy takes me up there, I can just take my time, and stop at the beach for a swim on the way back. It’ll be awesome!” The family lived near the beach, and although the shop was a bit of a distance away, it would be mostly a flat, safe ride on the bike path that followed the freeway into their little slice of suburbia, with only a couple of small hills to manoeuvre as she got closer to home. Pennys father Derek was almost knocked off his feet by his daughter as soon as he walked in the door, and soon found himself agreeing to take her to the store on Saturday. “As long as it’s not too early,” he stipulated. “I’m going into the office anyway around mid morning, so as long as we can organise it for around then, it’s fine.” “Thanks daddy,” Penny squealed with delight, making him laugh as she wrapped him in a big hug, and kissed him on the cheek. Later, in her room, Penny started planning her trip. One of the highest priorities wasn’t just the ride, but how she could showcase it on her social media accounts. Like a lot of girls her age, she dreamed of being an “Influencer,” or at least “Instagram Famous,” although her rather mundane life of living with her parents and being a freshman at college didn’t exactly lead itself to a lot of followers outside her own circle of friends. She looked at herself in the mirror, self consciously admiring her reflection. She certainly thought that she could be considered pretty! The usual trademark features were there. Her hair was naturally blonde, her figure slim and curvy, and although her breasts weren’t huge, they weren’t exactly flat either! Her butt was nice and round, and would certainly look even rounder in her new skin tight lycra pants that she would soon be getting! She was of average height, and her teeth were nice and straight. Penny sighed at the girl in the mirror. Yes, she was reasonably attractive, but apparently she lacked that certain “something,” that special sparkle that made a stunningly beautiful girl step up from an average pretty one. “Never mind,” she told herself. “Wrap yourself up in some skin tight lycra, take some snaps with the flash new bike, and the old IG might light up like a neon billboard!” She really didn’t expect it would happen, but at least she might get a few likes on her social media accounts at least! Even if she didn’t, it would be so super cool having a bike that cost more than some of her friends cars! Yup. She couldn’t wait till Saturday. Turning away from the mirror, she opened her wardrobe door, and checked the panties that were hanging up in there. They were still wet. It probably wasn’t surprising, she thought. The phone call that had made her squirt uncontrollably into her pants with excitement had only happened a couple of hours ago. At least her skirt had prevented her mother from seeing any wet spot, and although she had needed to quickly rub her socked foot across a couple of drips on the floor, her mum hadn’t noticed that either. Nobody had seen her wet herself for almost two years now, and although it still happened occasionally, she hoped that nobody would ever know that little accidents still affected her sometimes.
  15. Jailor Eckman

    female Commission 01 (Sketch)

    From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    Hooray, I'm not dead! Anyway, here is one of the commissions I finished last week!
  16. Hey guys. After seeing some youtube channels with videos of desperate girls from live TV chat shows in the General Discussions forum, I went through all these vids and uncovered some real gems, where desperation is really obvious. I have thus downloaded these vids and will gradually post the really good ones on this thread. Hopefully, if anyone else has similar kinds of videos, they can post them here as well. (Note to moderators: I was unsure whether posting this stuff is banned or not. I've read the rules and there doesn't appear to be anything banning the posting of such vids. In fact, almost all these vids are publicly available on youtube, and since they're take from live TV stations, the girls do know that they are being filmed. However, should you really wish me to stop posting them, just inform me). The first video is from hot blonde Mikki B from red light central. You can see her obvious desperation - she holds herself, crouches on the floor, leg bouncing, and any person with no experience of lip-reading (myself included) can tell that she is pleading to be let off screen. (Note: this video originally came in two parts....I have merged them together for convenience). Enjoy RLC1 to09 10 2014 827 flv 010(1)(1).mp4
  17. Mbgpeelover

    Holding morning pee

    I woke before 8am. It’s not 10:32 and i’ve Yet to do my first pee. Two mugs of tea later and I think I will need to give in soon.
  18. Hey everyone!!! So today I randomly decided that I would test myself and try to do a holding challenge that goes along with a video game! I made all the rules myself, and tried to make it according to my skill level in the game. That being said, here are the rules! 1) During the opening clip have 8 oz of water 2) When you discover a new section of the game have 6 oz 3) If you die while fighting a boss press on your bladder for 30 seconds 4) If you die during normal game play have 8 oz of water 5) Hold yourself at every bonfire for however long you need (optional) 6) Once you reach a cut scene or defeat a boss you can let go for 1 second 7) You may not use the restroom until you reach the desired part of the game This, being my first attempt at this challenge, didn't think it would be too hard. I am pretty good at the game, and have been playing for years! So what I did was pick a checkpoint in the game that I knew would take a few hours to reach! It consists of about 6 areas, 6 bosses, and around 10 bonfires. I was basically attempting to get through the "first part" of the game. But I'll cut to the chase and get into the story! The cut scene at the beginning is pretty long, and it gave me a generous amount of time to drink my first eight ounces of water. I had been chugging water all throughout work and it honestly put my kidneys into overdrive, so I was honestly kind of worried when I started this off, but I would say that my bladder is fairly big so I wasn't really scared I wouldn't make it through. But one of the things I forgot about at the beginning is that when the game finally loads in, you technically "discover" a new area so that kind of put a small dent in my confidence. But I would be able to make it through...... Right? Well, all throughout the first section of the game I was trying to rush through it. I already felt the water moving down into my bladder so I had no time to waster. I generally have no trouble getting through the first stage of the game, but I think my nerves were getting to me so I was making really dumb mistakes and loosing focus really easily. But I ended up getting through it with generally no problems and no deaths! That was good news for me! I needed to work fast!!! When I say I needed to work fast, I mean I REALLY needed to work fast! My bladder started filling like crazy!!!! Now let me tell you, Dark Souls is a game that requires some intense focus. Even looking focus for a few seconds can result in you making a stupid mistake and dying, and that was not an option at this point. I couldn't risk having to drink more at all. As I played I just felt my bladder filling more and more with pee. I cursed myself for for drinking so much earlier, because that was not helping my cause at all. While I played I felt sudden twinges coming from my bladder that would cause me to loose focus for a bit. And like I said earlier, This can result in some pretty sticky situations. Even though I had played the game so many times before, I just kept making mistakes and ended up dying! Within the first half of the entire challenge I had had around 50 ounces of water and my kidneys were just pumping warm piss into my already full bladder. I started to make a point of running to bonfires just so I could hold myself and get some relief. This was all before the second boss battle (I still had 4 more to go). Luckily I was able to summon the focus and win the fight on my first try! I was relieved to have won and get to move forward in the game, but I was even more happy to finally let some of the pee in my bladder out! I let out a gush into my black underwear and found it very hard to stop the stream. I knew that I had to get my act together or I wasn't going to make it all the way through the challenge! As I continued through the game and made my way to the second boss, I was lucky enough not to end up dying! The problem came when it took me three tries to finally beat the boss. I dreaded having to push on my bladder for thirty seconds. Not only did it make the ache in my bladder worse, but it also meant that it would betaking time away from actually playing, and I needed to hurry! While I pressed I felt tiny dribbles coming out of me and teasing me with warmth on my underwear. My legs shook just from the added pressure, and I couldn't help but let out a few moans. I was bursting. My bladder stretched out against my waistband and my body was shaking. I was not going to quit holding though. I couldn't give up! I was going to try to make it through this! While playing I felt more pee just slowly escaping me. It didn't provide any relief. My bladder was filling up faster than I was leaking it out. I would rest at the nearest bonfire just gripping my crotch and just trying to find any form of relief. I knew I couldn't make it much longer. When I entered the next area I forced myself to drink more water and I felt it move straight into my bladder. I was already so full! I couldn't take any more! Even in my current predicament, I still managed to slowly make my way through the game. I kept playing until I felt a gush of pee spurt out into my underwear. I instantly stopped what I was doing to grab myself and stop the stream that was coming out of me. But during right as I did this, I ended up dying. I still stood by the rules of the challenge and drank my 8 ounces. I spent the next few minutes trying to regain control of myself at a bonfire, but i needed to keep going. I started playing again and ended up making it all the way to the boss. I was determined to beat it, but my bladder was throbbing. my legs were shaking uncontrollably and even that made my need to pee worse! I lost to the boss, and I knew I had to press. I slowly and shakily put my hands onto my rock hard bladder. With a sense of dread coming over me, I pressed down as the rules instructed. All of the pressure in my bladder by itself was making me leak uncontrollably, but as soon as I pressed down, all of my muscles gave out. I felt a stream of warm piss burst out of me, and I tried my best to contain it. I managed to stop the flow for just a few seconds, but the strain was too much. Every muscle in my body was shaking. My bladder was screaming for me to release all of the piss that my kidneys forced into it over the past few hours. I couldn't hold it. In an instant, every muscle in my body relaxed and I burst. I let out a long stream of piss and the relief was incredible. It felt so amazing to finally let go and relax. I went for about 45 seconds before the stream finally died down. My pants were soaked! And when I say soaked I mean that they looked like I just dunked them in a tub of water. I finally undressed and got changed into a pair of dry underwear and pants, and just let out a sigh of relief after the intensity of that hold. I guess the challenge wasn't as easy as I thought that it would be! But I am not going to be giving up on this challenge quite yet. I'll be back at it and attempt it again soon!
  19. Jailor Eckman

    female Commission 02 (Full Color)

    From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    Here's the commission I did for @Sake featuring his character Azhani! You can check out the story he's writing featuring her, The Bee and the Barb! (Seriously, check it out, it's awesome! )
  20. Quackduck

    female The Hostage

    Charlotte sat as upright as a flagpole at the back table in a coffee shop. She wore a grey pantsuit and her hair tightly tied up in a bun. She’d been there for three hours. Every time the barista came by and asked if she was ready for the check, she refused and ordered something else as to not arouse suspicion, though she knew that it wasn’t normal to sit in a coffee shop by yourself for hours on end. People were talking, no doubt. The last thing she needed was attention. Too many cups of coffee and small crumbcakes later, her heart was beating fast and her bladder was so full that it was in constant pain. She fidgeted, but not just from desperation. She was incredibly anxious over her guest being late. Charlotte checked her phone. The last update was an hour ago, when he said he would be there as soon as he could. The only restroom in the shop was employees only, but he could arrive at any moment, so she couldn’t leave the shop for any reason. She sighed and tensed her thighs in response to her bulging, overfull bladder that pulsed agonizingly against her tight clothing. She needed to piss so bad. She wished he’d hurry up and get there already. She couldn’t remember a time where she needed relief this urgently. The bell on the door rang. Her guest had arrived. ”What happened?” she hissed. ”Something came up,” he muttered. ”Well, let’s just get this over with.” She took an envelope from her pocketbook and handed it to him, which he slid into his coat pocket. “It’s a list of names. Three or so.” She looked him in the eye. “By Friday.” He returned a stone cold look. ”How much?” he asked. ”One hundred twenty thou. The party emphasized Friday.” She crossed her legs, trying to hide that her need was an emergency. ”I’ll get it done,” he said, getting up. ”Wait! We can’t both leave at the same time!” ”Then you leave after me,” he sneered, then left. She sat there, still filled with an enormous amount of liquid that tortured her insides. She crossed her legs the other way and held her breath, focusing on keeping the dam closed. She watched him get into the passenger seat of a red car, but it didn’t leave. It just sat there. “Why isn’t he leaving?” she groaned to herself after a few minutes of waiting, her bloated belly pulsing with piss. She discreetly pushed her knuckles in between her legs, wanting any kind of relief she could get. The car was still there almost twenty minutes after that, but she couldn’t take it anymore. Every cup of coffee she’d drank had made its way to her bladder. It hurt so badly she couldn’t think. Risky or not, she needed to empty herself before she exploded. She wiped beads of sweat from her forehead and forced herself to her feet. She composed herself as much as she could as she paid for her things, then thanked the barista as she hobbled out the door. She made it across the parking lot with no leakage. As soon as she was inside her car, she squeezed herself with her left hand and hurriedly jammed the key in the ignition. A knock on her window startled her and nearly made her leak. “Get out,” the man said. It was her guest from before. A cold, anxious feeling formed in the pit of her stomach. She took the key out and did what she was told, grimacing at the pain in her howling tummy. She got into the back seat, where a man had a gun pointed at her. Charlotte was trembling from head to toe. “Where did you get these names?” the man asked as the car began to move. “T-The third party,” she whimpered. “And who is that?” he grumbled impatiently. “I- I can’t-“ “Who is it?” he nearly shouted. “I don’t know their name! I’m just the messenger. Jeremy knows the names.” She tensed her thighs. She needed to pee so badly. All she wanted more than anything was to relieve herself, but at the moment she feared for her life. “You know where to find Jeremy then, right?” She nodded. “Take us to him.” “He lives in Armington, on the southside.” “Take us to him,” he growled. She gulped. It was nearly a two hour car ride. “You’re going the wrong way. Armington’s north. Take 76.” “I can get to Armington. Just tell me where to find him when we get there.” “Can I ask what this is all about?” He didn’t answer. They drove in silence for a little over half an hour. By then, Charlotte was in extraordinary pain. Her bladder was so filled with coffee that it felt like it was going to tear. It bulged out of her like a melon. Every bump and turn made the massive amount of urine slosh around in her belly. Her legs were locked tightly together and she was gripping her pants so hard that her knuckles were turning white. She hadn’t leaked at all, though. She managed to keep every drop of liquid inside of her, even if it was torture. They’d been driving through the almost barren desert for a long time, and she’d made up her mind to face her fears and ask for a toilet break as soon as the opportunity arose. It did. A sign that read “1000 FEET- EXIT 36: FOOD, LODGING” passed by. “C-Can you stop at a restroom at this next exit, please?” she asked with a shaky voice. There was no response. She felt like crying. “Please, I really need to relieve myself.” “You’re just gonna run away as soon as you’re out of sight,” one of the men grumbled. “I won’t, I swear! I have nowhere to go!” They drove past the exit. She groaned in misery, doubling over as her searing bladder screamed in agony. “Please, it’s an emergency. I really- I can’t-“ she had to hold back tears. It hurt so bad. Charlotte was worried that she was doing actual damage to her organs at this point. It felt like there was a bowling ball in her stomach. “I think we need to stop somewhere,” one of the men said. “It’s better than a wet car seat.” The driver grumbled something and pulled over to the side of the road. She almost protested, as she was far too dignified to pee outside, but the pain was excruciaShe rushed to climb out, but the man next to her grabbed her arm tightly. “Try anything funny, you’ll regret it. Nothing out here but desert.” Charlotte squirmed in her seat, pulling her trembling arm away. “Ah!” she whimpered as she climbed out, urine sloshing around inside her. She rushed to undo her belt with shaking hands, doubled over and fidgeting. One of the men came around the car and guarded her. “At least turn around!” she said, halting the process for a moment. She needed to piss so badly she was on the verge of tears, but she still had some dignity. The man rolled his eyes and turned around. Charlotte pulled her pants down to her knees and squatted down. The ground remained dry. Her bladder was absolutely searing as it was squished against her thighs, but her urethra was clamped tight. She took a deep breath and tried to relax, but she was too uncomfortable in her surroundings. On top of being held hostage in a car with three dangerous men, she’d never relieved herself outside before. She closed her eyes and focused on emptying the gallons of hot piss she had contained inside her. It took a while, but she eventually began leaking a bit. It trickled slowly out of her tingling pussy, granting her very little relief. Something was better than nothing, though. “You done yet?” one of the men asked. “Give me a minute,” she said, annoyed, her pathetic stream faltering. “Well, hurry up.” “I need a toilet! I can’t go outside like this.” “Get her back in the car,” the driver said. “I’m tired of waiting.” “No, please!” she pleaded, stemming the stream and pulling her pants up as fast as she could. “I really can’t hold it! I need to go!” She was shoved into the car. She didn’t button her pants since she was still in serious pain. Her breath was bated and her hand was in between her legs as the car began driving again. Twenty minutes later, she was drenched in sweat. Every time she breathed in, it felt like her bladder was under pressure. Her knees were brought up, both hands were squeezing her crotch, and her head was rested back exhaustedly. She was on the verge of tears. “I can’t take it anymore,” she muttered, watching another exit sign come and go. “My bladder hurts so bad it feels like it’s gonna burst.” There was no response. She held back a choked, pained sob. “I- If you don’t stop at a toilet I don’t know what’s going to happen.” She wondered if her bladder could actually explode. Her pussy was tingling and her urethra was burning. Her stomach bulged out against her legs. Still, the men ignored her. The driver hit a pothole. It jarred her bloated belly, sending shockwaves of pain throughout her abdomen as the enormous amount of piss sloshed around inside her. She whimpered, bit into her knuckle, and started to cry. Ten minutes after that, the first leak happened. Charlotte gasped and squeezed harder, her urethra burning hot as the sun. She groaned miserably and doubled over, biting hard into the seat in front of her. A little while after that, it happened again, but with more force. She was starting to lose control. The third time, the leak turned into a forceful stream, which she tried her hardest to stop. “Ah! Owww...” Her legs convulsed in the effort to stop. Urine was pooling around her butt and leaking down her legs. By the time she finally managed to stop, she was completely drenched in pee, but there continued to be a searing pain in her still overfull bladder, which agonizingly ached as bad as it did in the coffee shop. “Uh,” the man next to her said, “I think we really do need to stop at a bathroom.” He seemed almost sympathetic to her situation. The driver glanced in the rearview mirror. “The damage is already done,” he said. “I- I still—“ Charlotte started, but didn’t finish. It was no use. She writhed in desperation, the wet fabric of her pants and underwear sticking uncomfortable to her skin. Her face was flushed red from the humiliation of having to sit in a puddle of her own urine like this. She shut her eyes and winced as he hit another pothole. About ten minutes after that, the driver began asking for directions to Jeremy’s house. She tried to keep the pain out of her voice, but it was in vain. The agony she felt from her intense need to urinate was almost unbearable. When they arrived, the two men in front got out of the car. “Make sure she doesn’t try anything while we’re gone,” one of them said. “I’m not going?” she asked, “wait, I have- I have to go. I need to use the bathroom. I really can’t hold it the whole drive back—“ They shut the door on her. She groaned, squeezing herself and leaning her head into the headrest in front of her. Her bloated belly pressed into her wrists. “I don’t know if this will help,” the man next to her said, dumping a gatorade bottle out the window. The sound of splashing liquid against pavement made her cringe. He handed her the empty bottle. “Can you use this?” Charlotte hesitated. She didn’t want to pull her pants down in front of him, but she also didn’t want to wet herself again, and she wanted relief more than anything else in the world. She took the bottle and skinned her pants down just enough so that she could hold it between her legs. Her ass and thighs glistened with urine. The poor, desperate girl took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and focused on relaxing her muscles. This was even worse than peeing outside, though, and the huge amount of pee remained contained within her small, trembling body. She glanced over at the man and caught him looking. He quickly diverted his gaze, and Charlotte turned an even deeper shade of red. After a few minutes of awkward silence, she spoke. “W-what is all this about?” She struggled to talk through her need to urinate. “Why am I here?” The man stared out the window. “The people on that sheet are members of an organization we have a partnership with.” He went into no further detail. “Will Jeremy be okay?” He nodded his head. “Will I be okay?” He looked her in the eyes. “As long as you do what you’re told.” She couldn’t keep the fear out of her face. He looked down at the bottle she was holding. “And if you don’t piss soon, I’m taking that back. I could get into trouble for helping you like this.” “I can’t. I- I-“ she began to cry. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t release even a single drop of pee. It hurt so badly. The walls of her bladder were stretched so far beyond her normal capacity that it felt like it was pressing on her other organs. “I need a toilet,” she sobbed. “Not a bottle and not the ground.” “This is what you got. It’s all I can do. I don’t want to sit here smelling your piss any more than you want to have to hold it.” “I’m in so much pain. Isn’t there anything you can do?” His face suddenly turned to fear. The other men were coming back. “Pull your pants up.” She hesitated. “Now! Or we’re both dead!” She pulled her pants up and dropped the bottle to the ground. She continued to cry. She couldn’t help it. The pain she was feeling was unbearable. She held herself for the small amount of comfort it gave, not to keep her pee in. If she could completely wet herself, she would do it in a heartbeat. One of the men opened her door, but didn’t let her out. “He told us the names,” he said, “but he didn’t know where to find them. He said you know that.” She nodded, squirming a bit. “Why don’t you tell me why you didn’t just tell us that in the first place and saved us two hours?” He was almost shouting. Charlotte stuttered. A wave of desperation caused her to wince and grip herself harder. The man’s eyes flicked down to her bloated belly. He suddenly drove his fist hard into her bulge, causing her to cry out in agony, tears streaming down her face. He kept his fist there, pushing it further into her stomach. The pain was blinding. She tried in vain to push his arm away, but the torturous feeling of his knuckles pressing down on her overfilled tummy drained her of her strength. “Please-“ she begged, “s-stop!” “Let her go,” the driver said, “we’ve lost enough time already.” He took his arm back and slammed her door. She still felt the ghost of his hand on her belly, as if it were still there. Her bladder spasmed unnaturally, irregularly palpitating like a damaged heart. She felt scared to move, lest she hurt herself even more. The car began to move. “Leonard Miller. Where can we find him?” the driver asked. Charlotte didn’t respond. She was crying, and actually trying to pee herself. “You shouldn’t have hit her, man,” the man next to her said. “I’ll hit her again if she doesn’t start talking!” “Goddamnit, I’m tired of this!” The driver turned into a gas station. “Somebody go with her. Make sure she doesn’t do anything stupid.” The man who sat next to her got out and opened the door for her. She shakily got out, doubled over and cradling her burning bladder. She hobbled slowly into the gas station and went straight to the one-person bathroom. The man waited outside. Although the feeling of the man’s fist in her stomach had subsided, the unbearable aching of her urine-filled organ was still searing. She sat down on the toilet and took a deep breath, ready to finally empty herself of the gallons of piss she had been holding for so long. She sat there in silence, though. She was still locked down tight. Charlotte felt scared now. What damage had been done? She started to cry again, massaging her bursting belly. Her hands were shaking with immense pain, and her urethra stung badly. ‘Maybe if I run the sink, it will be easier to find relief,’ she thought. She looked over at it and saw a small window above the mirror. It was then she felt a different kind of fear. It wasn’t the deep dread she felt for her damaged bladder, though it still screamed to be drained. It was mixed with anticipation and adrenaline. She put her immense need to urinate to the side for a minute and stood on the sink. She pushed the window open with a loud, rusty creak. It led out to behind the building, which was perfect. It wasn’t very big, though. She hoped to god she could fit through. She jumped up and dug her nails into the dirt, squeezing her body through the small opening. Her bladder squished against it, causing her to groan miserably, but she managed to get through. Then she took off as fast as she could, liquid sloshing around inside of her. She ran for a long time, not stopping for any reason, until she was blocks away from the men. It wasn’t until a particularly painful wave of desperation caused her to double over that she finally stopped running, panting and sweating, and still full of fluid. It was then she began to cry again. “You good?” someone asked. Charlotte looked up and saw a skinny blond girl in a crop top, short shorts, and high heels. “I- I dont-“ “Are you hurt?” Charlotte didn’t know how to respond. “I’m not hurt,” she said, struggling to compose herself. “Could you tell me where a bathroom is?” “It seems like it’s too late for that,” the girl said, looking at the dark patch on Charlotte’s pants. She turned bright red. “I can’t- I still have to-“ she stuttered, her legs shaking a bit as she felt herself start to leak. It gradually grew to a more powerful stream until urine was forcefully hissing out of her. She didn’t fight it. She closed her eyes and sighed in relief as her bursting bladder finally drained into her pants, completely soaking the fabric right down to her shoes. It streaked black down her legs and butt. Golden liquid began to escape from her drenched pants and patter to the pavement, forming a puddle that travelled down the sidewalk and into the gutter. Her belly bulge was deflating like a balloon. Finally emptying herself of the ocean of piss that she was holding was absolute bliss. Her stream finally trickled to a stop after what seemed like an eternity of pissing. “Damn,” the girl said, “you ruined your pants.” “I don’t even care,” Charlotte said. She echoed that sentence in her head to keep from crying from the humiliation. “You really had to go,” the girl looked at the river of urine that travelled from beneath Charlotte. “That’s so much piss! Why were you holding so much?” “It’s a long story,” she muttered, leaking a little more pee. “I have clothes you can borrow.” “Thanks.” She followed the girl to her car. “I’m Amber by the way.” “I’m Charlotte,” she half-smiled at her. “Are you sure I can sit down? I don’t want to ruin your seat.” “Just take off your pants and dry your butt.” She hesitated, but seeing as the other option was two hours of public transport back to her house, she did as she was told. She wore a black thong. She put a sweatshirt around her waist when they went into her apartment building. “You can shower if you want,” Amber said when they got inside. As Charlotte stood under the warm water, the reality of her situation hit her hard. She’d have to skip town. She may never see Jeremy again, if he was even still alive. When she finished her shower, she came out and found Amber on the couch, sitting oddly on her foot. “Hey,” Amber greeted, looking almost surprised. “You said you had clothes...?” “Oh right!” She hopped off the couch and looked around in the laundry basket, stepping around and squirming. “You alright?” Charlotte asked. She giggled. “I know why you were holding.” Charlotte gave her a weird look. “You don’t have to deny it,” Amber said, “I’m into it too.” “What are you talking about?” “Omorashi. Why else would you have been holding it for so long? And waited until someone was right there to wet yourself?” She pulled on the hem of her shorts. “I’m not judging you, but that’s not was I was doing.” Amber’s cheeks turned red. “Oh. What were you doing?” She sighed. She felt like she needed to talk to someone. It’s not like she had much to lose anymore. She sat on the couch and explained everything, starting from the beginning, about how she was an operative for an assassination agency that had turned against her, all the way up to the hours of bladder torture she’d been forced to endure. By the time she finished, Amber was sitting on her heel and she was gripping the sides of her shorts. “Wow,” she muttered. “Do you need to go to the bathroom?” Charlotte asked. Amber shook her head. “I can’t stand up right now,” she said casually. “Either you’re insane or you need to get out of town quick.” “I don’t really care if you don’t believe me, I just needed to get that off my chest.” “Do you have anywhere to go?” Charlotte shook her head. Amber winced and tapped herself between the legs before jumping up and rushing to the bathroom. She stopped outside the door, stepping and squirming in place. “I can help you if you want,” she said, “give you a ride somewhere or something.” “Thanks,” Charlotte said as the bathroom door closed, but she didn’t know where she’d go. Amber’s urine stream was long and hard, loudly splattering against the toilet water and porcelain. After Charlotte got dressed and they got in the car, the only direction she could give Amber was “far from here.” So with that, she started over. To Be Continued
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  22. BurstingStory

    female Anna's Experiment

    Sitting in her biology class, high school senior Anna was feeling quite bored. She had only a month or so remaining of school, but was completely burned out by this time, and no longer wanted anything to do with school work. It was her last year of school, and she simply wanted to leave to go to college, having already been accepted to a small college by her house. Anything beat sitting in the dull high school classrooms all day. Anna was a bit of a quiet girl, she never really volunteered in class and sat at the back of the room every chance she got. Her appearance alone seemed to back this fact up. She had straight brown hair that stretched down towards her shoulder, to go along with her slim frame. She wore glasses that made her look a bit nerdy, which didn't help her popularity factor at all with other girls. Despite everything, Anna was a fairly smart girl, but found little reason to try in class. She received average grades most of her life, even though her parents were always on her case about putting in a bit more effort. However, in the past semester, Anna was completely zoned out. She had a D in the class, which was very unlike her, despite her high intelligence. With only a month remaining left of class, she had to bring it up, or risk potentially getting rejected from her college for not maintaining her grades. Anna did her best to try and raise her grade, but she couldn't bring herself to pay attention in class, and she did poorly on tests. However, there was one final project for the class, which was a very high percentage of the overall grade. The teacher was explaining the project that would be imperative for their grades. They were all assigned an organ in the body that had an important function. The students would have to do some project on it, but it had to be unique, and that was left up to the students. Soon, after the teacher rattled off everyone in the class, she called Anna's name. Anna picked her head up a bit and listened closely. "Anna your project will be on the human bladder..." The teacher announced as she rattled off the rules of the project. "And to finish...this project is 10 percent of your overall grade for the class...so do keep that in mind." She cautioned as the bell rung for the end of the day. Anna got up and followed the herd out as she got in her car and drove home. Anna returned home and she went up to her room. She set her backpack down and laid down on her bed, wondering what to do for her project. It was nagging her as she had no idea what to do for it. The human bladder? What was she supposed to do with that? She thought for a while, laying on her bed while trying to think of ideas of what to do. As she got up to go to the bathroom, an idea suddenly sprouted in her head. What if she did an experiment that would test how long she could her bladder, and report her findings? It sure sounded weird, but it was certainly creative and Anna was positive that nobody would think of anything similar. She thought over it briefly, and decided on it. She went to the bathroom to secure an empty bladder and started gathering her materials. It would certainly be an interesting night. A few minutes later, Anna returned with her supplies for her experiment. She had several bottles of water, a towel and her laptop. She planned to record how much she drank, how long she had been holding for, and how she felt as she held. She had no idea how long this would last, but she was determined to make it count. As the hour hand reached six, Anna started to drink her first bottle, and her experiment started. (This was just an idea that popped in my head today, and I decided to write a brief starter. If you guys enjoy it enough, I'll continue. Let me know what you think!)
  23. Warning: This chapter includes a reference to bullying in high school that involves omorashi. CHAPTER 1 Ryu knew she had a bad habit, she understood normal people didn't do what she enjoyed but she couldn't help it. Every time she felt the urge to pee she ignored it and kept going until it became unbearable and she leaked a bit. It's not as if she had many friends who would notice her strange behavior or call her out on the loose clothes she always used for confort and to hide her distended bladder anyway. Yet she yearned for more, more strength, more endurance, more capacity. By the middle of the semester she had lost track on how many times she had found herself in class crossing her legs and wishing she had not forgotten her morning pee. She guessed it came from her time in high school. She had never been popular, her sickly pale skin and wild black hair did not contribute at all, neither did her bonny and skinny constitution. So because all the pretty mean girls saw the bathroom as a safe heaven she learned to avoid it like the plague, going full school days without stepping on it. Of course the kink if she dared to call it so had begun a Tuesday where one of those girls had noticed her squirming and decided that she and her goons would do anything in their power to stop her from going to the bathroom, as if she wasn't trying to do that herself. Somehow that memory had a weird warmth to it, it had been uncomfortable and cold sweat had formed in her back as she took notice of the girls blocking the exits at the end of class, one even decided to ad to her torture and buy her a cold can of tea that Ryu sipped frightfully hoping that somehow it fit in her already brimming full bladder. That last class had been torture, as she sat there legs crossed as hard as she could and a hand forgetting all about decorum as she pressed it against her pee hole with her skirt. She had rocked back and forth as the girls giggled and she had never felt hornier. Just the thought of loosing control in front of everyone and being teased for it made her pussy tingle with want, she was so tempted! In the end she had come on top and the girls lost intrest as she stood up and gathered her things as if she didn't have the bladder stuffed to full capacity and two minutes away from fully loosing control. She ended up peeing herself on the way home and then arriving to her thank fully empty house where she proceeded to rub herself raw trough her very soaked panties. Because history tends to repeat itself that spring day she had found herself in her third class of the afternoon struggling to keep the pee in and dutifully taking notes. She had of course noticed someone looking at her, he always looked away shyly when she caught him staring but those warm brown eyes always came back after a minute. If she remembered correctly his name was Leo, another fifth row enthusiast like her, although he was mostly surrounded with friends while on her end she only had her backpack for company. That in itself presented a problem, because as much as she would have liked to just wet herself in front of everyone in reality she couldn't even bring herself to hold herdelf with her hand, and all because Leo was watching her with a pleasant smile. Ryu was shy at heart and now that a cute guy was watching her she didn't want to ruin it just because her pesky bladder couldn't hold a few hours of pee. When the class ended she took her time gathering her papers reasoning that if she was going to the bathroom before it was time she better enjoy it a bit more. That way she wouldn't wet herself in her last class and hopefully avoid Leo from noticing anything was wrong. Yet it seemed the boy in question wasn't in a all for the plan, as when Ryu lifter her head he was there waiting for her and smiling. Looking at that smile she knew she was doomed.
  24. Well hello again. It's been a while. So I was driving along the other week, trying to get my mind off of things. It's been a stressful month. Good, but stressful. And then I see one of those "Adopt-a-Highway" signs, with the name of a sorority on it. And wheels began to turn in my head... This scenario is what came out. ------------------------------------------------------ Zephyr felt all her insides were in total rebellion, she was so nervous. Could it really be true? Could she really be moving in to this magical place? And could this sorority really be as excellent as it sounded? She looked up at the house. It was pretty big. Lots of windows (though most had the blinds down). There was a porch that didn’t look like it got a lot of use, although a couple bikes were locked up there. It certainly looked like it was full of young people—a little shabby, art on the door, shoes casually heaped up. But there was no sign of it being a sorority—no big gold Greek Letters over the door, like the fraternities she was used to. Zeph looked down at herself. She didn’t really look the part of a sorority girl herself, or at least not as she imagined such girls appeared. She was in flip-flops, not high heels; in cutoff jeans, but not super-tight ones; in a thrift-store tank top, not designer wear. And of course her perky blonde hair had gotten a little bit gay, what with the side buzz on her right temple. But she was dressed more conservatively than usual for her, at least—she was wearing a bra! Her small boobs were practically rattling around in it, but she didn’t want to seem… Well, what? After all, wasn’t that what she was here for? A certain kind of horniness? Just relax. Come as you are, Kelly had told her. We’re all super-sweet, I’m sure everyone will love you. Zephyr took a deep breath, shouldered her overnight bag, walked up the steps, and rang the doorbell. “Just a sec!” someone called. As Zephyr waited for that someone to open the door, she found her eyes examining the art that hung there. The picture was a stylized beach scene, with a river meeting the sea. And suddenly she realized that there was a sorority sign. Subtly woven into the picture were three Greek letters: Π Σ Σ She got a little shiver when she recognized that. She heard footsteps, then a pause, and then the door swung open. “Hi!” said the girl who’d opened it. “C’mon in, I didn’t realize it was you!” Zephyr recognized the girl right away—she’d been here the last time. And what’s more, she even remembered her name: Amanda. It was easy to remember, as there hadn’t been any other big Black girls in the household. Amanda was definitely on the larger side: big hips, big belly, big boobs, big butt. And big hair to match, too. She wasn’t really Zephyr’s type, but Zeph wasn’t about to say so. She wanted to make a good first impression. “Is it Zephyr?” came a more-familiar voice: Kelly. “Sure is!” Amanda sang out. “Seriously, girl, come on in and make yourself at home. Don’t just stand there, you’ll let in the flies.” Zephyr stepped inside. Her eyes took a moment to adjust to the darkness, but as she blinked around she recognized it was just one big room, really—one big room the whole width of the house. There were two doors and the staircase off the back wall, and to the right of the staircase the big room extended further back into an open-plan kitchen. She also recognized some people. Two brunettes were smiling up at her from one couch—one shyly, the other positively beaming with delight. A lanky redhead was chopping vegetables in the kitchen. And also in the kitchen—well, wiping off her hands and stepping out of the kitchen—was Kelly, who smiled widely from under her raven braid and gave Zephyr a big hug. “Welcome,” Kelly said. “Welcome to Pi Sigma Sigma. Gosh, I’m so excited you’re here. Are you ready for this?” Zephyr felt a little twinge in her innards again, way down at her crotch. Well, two twinges, really. The pressure of Kelly’s boobs against her were a part of that. But only a part. “I think so,” she said. “Well, set your bag down and let me give you the tour. Do you remember everybody?” “Um—” “It’s okay, there are lots of us.” “Hi, I’m Ashley!” said the beaming brunette, bouncing up from her seat. She had a slight accent, and she had a haircut rather similar to Zephyr’s—partially long, partially buzzed—although the longer part was just shy of shoulder-length. Zephyr couldn’t help but admire Ashley’s body. Maybe it was just the athletic gear the girl was wearing, but she looked fit as all hell. Nice boobs and butt, a little rounder and fuller than Zeph’s own, but her arms and legs spoke to a lot of workouts. “I’m Kari,” said the redhead. She was very slender, with only a trace of curves, and her hair was cut fairly short. “I’m Amanda,” said Amanda. “And this is Sophie,” Kelly said, gesturing to the other brunette—who smiled again and waved, very shyly. “We’re missing one—Bella should be home soon,” Kelly went on. “Let me show you around, though! First stop—the Bunkroom! Here’s where you’ll sleep.” The leftmost door in the back wall led to a spacious room that was largely filled by two sets of bunk beds and a lot of dressers. “Ashley and Kari like the top bunks, so lucky you, there’s a lower bunk open,” Kelly said. “Not a lot of privacy,” Zephyr pointed out.” “That’s true. But from what you tell me, you’re pretty open, yeah? And after a while here, you’ll see just about everything, almost… This here is the Study Room,” she added, gesturing to the other door. “If you ever just want to get shit done and not be distracted, that’s the room for you. Kitchen, obviously… door to the back yard, such as it is… the real fun is upstairs.” Kelly led the way, and Zephyr followed. Amanda came up behind them. Kari had gone back to chopping, and Ashley and Sophie had resumed their seat on the couch. After a landing, the stairs brought them to a hallway that ran off to the right. To the left was an open door, but Kelly led the way down the hallway. “Bathroom there, we’ll come back to that… Here’s Bella’s room. I’ll let her show that to you, she’s got it set up the way she needs it and it’s best not to mess with it.” “Over here, though,” said Amanda, “is my room, and you can mess with it a lot if you’ve got good ideas.” And she led the way into the big bedroom. Amanda’s room was covered in coziness. A big bed, covered in pillows and stuffed animals, with gauzy drapes hanging over it. The couch that faced the bed looked incredibly comfy, too. And the hardwood floors that they had been walking on were covered in big fluffy throw rugs. There were cheerful posters and paintings on the walls. “Bath mats,” Amanda said, running her toes over the nearest rug. “All of ‘em. Super absorbent and washable, but still nice on the feet.” She winked. “Oh, and the top drawer of the dresser is where we keep the toys. Try any of ‘em that you want, hon, just be sure to wash up after.” She turned to face Zephyr. “You are welcome here any time, hon. This door is always open, and I do mean always. So I want you to feel at home here, mmkay?” “Thank you,” Zephyr said. “Now let’s check out the balcony!” Kelly said. There was a back door to the room, and Amanda led the way through it onto a spacious deck that overlooked a rather small lawn. “We are not big lawn people,” Kelly said, “although sometimes the grass comes in handy. But we do like to hang out up here.” And indeed there were a lot of deck chairs. “We tan up here a lot. As far as we can tell, nobody in the other houses can see us when we’re lying down, so if you want to tan completely, be our guest.” Zephyr, who loved wearing as few clothes as possible, felt that little twinge in her crotch again. “Underneath the deck, Ashley’s got a little gym set up, if you want some weight training,” Kelly said. “But if we go this way…” They stepped back inside the house and into a bedroom even bigger than Amanda’s. This room was not nearly so cozy. It did have an immense bed that looked big enough for four people, and two mats similar to the ones in Amanda’s room, but the walls were more stark. The tall dresser beside the bed was covered in vases and pitchers. And at the bedside… “Whoops,” Kelly said. “Forgot to put that away...” And she grabbed what was obviously a sex toy from the bedside table and dropped it into a drawer. She turned to face Zephyr. “My room,” she said, unnecessarily. “Walk-in closet over there—let me know if you need to store some clothes there, we haven’t filled it up yet. You’ll spend some nights here, too.” Twinge… “Door back to the hallway there, and door to the bathroom here,” Kelly said, leading the way once again. The bathroom was huge. On the right, as they walked in, was a long countertop, matched by an equally long mirror. It had not one but two sinks, and bright lights all around the mirror. “Big enough for three or four of us to do our makeup at once,” Kelly said, “and the tub’s big enough for about the same number, if we get cozy! It’s got jets, too…” The bathtub was indeed immense. But there was also a shower—and, as if somewhat forgotten in the corner, a single toilet. Another twinge. Not in quite the same place, although it was close. A bladder twinge, this time. Zephyr momentarily thought about hanging back after Kelly left. But Amanda was coming into the room behind her, and besides… …So soon? Kelly walked out of the bathroom and down the steps. “Here’s the Code,” she said, pausing on the landing. Zephyr came down the steps and stopped beside her. There was a framed sign hanging on the wall, right where everyone had no choice but to see it. It was hand-lettered and hand-decorated, and read: The ΠΣΣ Code 1. In this house we play, by ourselves or with each other, but always with safety and consent. 2. Safety: Don’t let it hurt—at least not for long. If it hurts, let it out—at least a little. 3. Consent: Before any play, talk it out before and after. Use the Stoplight System. 4. Use the Hair Tie System, too. 5. Eat healthy and drink lots. 6. No play in the Study Room—ever. 7. Be careful about bringing people over. Be even more careful about bringing people in. “There’s a better version somewhere,” Amanda said. “Says a bit more. But this one’s the prettiest, so it got to go up on the wall.” “And that’s that!” Kelly said. “Oh, I think Bella’s home…” All three of them walked down the steps. Another girl was closing the door behind her. She was blonde, wearing a knee-length white dress and big dark sunglasses, and in her hand was a blind person’s cane. Underneath that dress… well, this girl was curvy in all the right places. “Hi, Bella!” Kelly called as she walked down. “Oh, wait, look out, Zephyr’s bag—” Ashley jumped up just then, as if to grab that bag—but she froze for a moment, clenching her fists at her sides. Bella had apparently heard Kelly’s warning, however, and froze too. Instead of folding up her cane, as she’d been about to, she instead did a quick sweep around her ankles. “It’s all right, I’ve got it,” Ashley said, again in that lovely accent. It sounded eastern European. Ashley pulled Zephyr’s bag out of the way. “Thank you, Ash,” Bella said, gratefully. She had a lovely voice. She walked fearlessly to a chair facing Ashley and Sophie’s couch, sat down, and crossed her legs. “Whew. Long day.” “How are you doing?” Ashley asked. “Oh, fairly well. I haven’t—” “Bella,” Kelly said, cutting in warningly, “Zephyr’s here.” “Oh!” Bella said. “Pleased to meet you at last, Zephyr.” She held out a hand. Zephyr hurried over to take it. “I’m pleased to meet you, too,” she said, and meant it. Bella cocked her head. “Hmm. Where are you from?” “The Midwest?” “Yes, that would explain it.” “So… um…” Bella chuckled. “Yes, I’m blind. Not totally. I see colors, especially if there’s a lot of light. But I have trouble with shapes and virtually no peripheral vision.” “Can… can you see me?” “With my eyes, I can see that there’s a shadow in front of me,” Bella said. “With my hands, I could see a bit more. Once we’ve gotten to know each other better. People sometimes find it a little—much for a first meeting.” Zephyr nodded, then realized how stupid this was, and said, “Oh, I see—wait, I mean—” Bella chuckled. “If I were that thin-skinned, Zephyr, I would never leave the house. If there’s anything you’re curious about or wondering about, just ask.” “I’m curious about how you’re doing,” Ashley said. “I’m on track for today,” Bella told her, turning her head slightly to face toward Ashley. “What does that mean?” Zephyr asked. Bella paused for a long second before answering. “Well, you know what we do here, right?” “We’ve all been tiptoeing around it,” Amanda said. “Better to get it over with,” Kelly said. “Hmm. Must I?” Bella said, quietly. “To a stranger?” “I’ll tell!” Ashley said. “I haven’t peed since lunch. I’m at 6, close to 7.” There was a slight pause as they all took this in—and then Kari said, “I went a little more recently, but I’m at a 6, too. Trying to catch up.” “Nice!” Amanda said, nodding and smiling at both Ashley and Kari. “Kelly?” “I’m taking tonight off.” “Well, I’m at maybe a 4, if anyone wants to know,” Amanda said. “Sophie…?” But the shy girl just shook her head. In fact, she had yet to say anything at all. “For the record that was a head-shake,” Amanda said. “Yes, I heard,” Bella said. “As for me, if we’re doing this… I haven’t used a toilet since I woke up.” Ashley grinned, but there was a fierce look in her eye. “Someday, Bella!” “But not today,” Bella said—and there was a bit of smugness in her voice. “What level?” “Oh, I’d say… 7? 8? If I had to put a number on it. Certainly no problem at the moment. I won’t be trying for an all-night hold, however.” “How about you, Zephyr?” Kelly asked. “Just jump right on in. Do you need to pee?” “Um…” “Don’t be shy, now,” Kelly said. “You know that’s what we’re all about.” “Let the girl ease into it if she wants,” Amanda said, gently swatting Kelly’s arm. “Um… yeah. I do. Kinda.” “Well, if you want to try a hold your first night here, we’d all be delighted,” Amanda said, “but if you’d rather just watch, that’s okay too. Nobody’s going to rush you into anything.” “Thanks…” “Just FYI, Kari and I are having a contest,” Ashley said. “Uh—you mean—a holding contest?” “Yeah!” Ashley said. “First one to pee takes the L. You wanna join in?” “Ashley, that’s a yellow light for me,” Kari said. “Oh shit, sorry. What’s up?” “I’d rather I got to know Zephyr a little bit more first,” Kari said. “That’s fair!” Ashley said, and turned back to Zephyr. “Sorry. Not tonight. But soon—I’ll take you on! See what the new girl’s got, huh?” “Um… sure.” And then, because Ashley was making lots of those twinges happen, she added: “I’d like that.” “It’s a deal,” Ashley said. “But before any of that,” Kelly said, “let’s finish making dinner, huh?” Zephyr, a little relieved, hurried to help—and with extra hands, the meal was soon ready. They ate around the table, which was just big enough for all seven of them: three to a side and Kelly at the head. Zephyr couldn’t keep her eyes off of Ashley, who was definitely showing some signs of needing to pee. She was probably the most visibly desperate of the whole group, squirming in her seat a lot. But Kari wasn’t that far behind. Amanda had seated herself next to Zephyr to make the new girl welcome, made a few gestures of needing to go, herself—but mostly she was making eye contact with Ashley and Kari, and when those two girls gave her the thumbs-up, she smiled warmly and made encouraging expressions: silent You go, girl! or Hold on, you got this! And to Bella, who was seated on Amanda’s other side, Amanda asked just once, “Need any help?” To which Bella serenely replied, “No, thank you.” Meanwhile Amanda and Kelly were keeping the conversation going nicely, drawing Zephyr in routinely. Kelly had a wicked sense of humor, and Zephyr couldn’t help but laughing. Neither, apparently, could Ashley, who finally cried out, “Oh shit, Kelly, don’t make me laugh any more! It’s not fair!” “Now, now, I’m making Kari laugh too.” “She doesn’t laugh as hard as I do!” “And my money’s still on you, Ash. So maybe I’m just trying to make it interesting, huh?” “Ooooooh, I’ll show you…” “Yes, that’s what I want you to do,” Kelly said. “I’ve gotta help with cleanup, too!” “That’s one of the rules here,” Kelly said. “If you didn’t cook, you help clean up.” “I didn’t help a lot,” Zephyr said. “Should I help clean?” “No, no. You certainly did help,” Kelly said. “But if you’re feeling particularly chivalrous, you could take over scrubbing the pans. I don’t think Ashley or Bella particularly want to be dealing with running water right now.” “I generally do the drying, anyway,” Bella said. “Much easier for me.” After dinner, Sophie vanished into the Bunkroom, having said very little all night (but having grinned at all of Kelly’s wit). Ashley and Amanda helped load the diswasher, moving a little gingerly. Zephyr did scrub one of the pans (Amanda did the other) and Bella, who moved with some confidence into the kitchen without her cane, did indeed do the drying. Then the blind blonde said, “Well, ladies, I’m pretty tired. I think I will go up.” “Need any help?” Amanda asked again. “No, I don’t think so.” “How full?” Ashley asked. “Oh, certainly an 8 by now. And with what I just drank it will be a 9 before bed.” Ashley shook her head. “I don’t know how you do it…” “How do you get to Carnegie Hall’s bathroom?” Ashley laughed. “Can I hug you?” “Of course,” Bella said. And as Ashley did so—her head coming up just to Bella’s chin—Bella said, “Zephyr, it’s always a good idea to ask me about hugs and so on. I generally say yes—almost always, for the sisters. But not by surprise.” “Got it,” Zeph said. Bella bent slightly and kissed Ashley’s head. “Good night and good luck, darling,” she told the shorter girl. Ashley squeezed a little tighter—she seemed to be relishing Bella’s boobs—and then let go at last. She had to cross her legs as she did. Amanda got a hug from Bella, too, and then the blind girl walked fearlessly and unerringly toward the stairs and up them. “She’s really—” Zephyr began. But Kelly waved her silent. “Good ears,” she whispered, when Bella had gone all the way up. “And she’s really gonna hold it until she goes to bed?” “Usually does!” Kari and Ashley were now sitting at opposite ends of the couch, very deliberately looking at their phones and not each other. Both were showing considerable signs of restlessness. Kelly watched them with naked interest, but made no move to join them. Instead she stood talking to Zephyr for a bit. “So,” she said. “You saw the Code, but let me explain a little bit more.” “Yes please.” “The stoplight system is pretty simple. Red Light means you stop playing. No matter what. No matter how close you are to what you want, you stop, no questions asked.” “So if something bad happens…?” “Yes. If someone crosses a line, maybe, or does something that really wasn’t discussed, or does something unsafe or painful. Or even just for practice.” “Practice?” “You bet. People get afraid to call a Red Light. So every now and then, we just do one for practice, so we all get used to doing it. You should call a Red Light soon. Not in your very first playing, I think—but soon. And we can call them on the people playing even if we’re not playing ourselves, by the way. “Yellow Light means you’re not comfortable with something. Whoever you’re playing with, they should stop what they just did, or back off. But if you call a Yellow, you really need to explain what went wrong. “Green Light, of course, means ‘keep going,’ or ‘more, please.’ Brown Light: gotta stop because I gotta poop. We don’t like that too much. If you can, take care of all that before playing. But it happens sometimes. And then Night Light is just ‘I’m too tired to play, or to keep playing.’” “Got it.” “Generally speaking, don’t go through a closed door. And if there’s a hair tie on the doorknob, it means don’t even knock, we’re playing. But a hair tie on a door that’s not closed means ‘Come on in and join.’” “Okay.” “That’s most of it! Oh—Rule 7. So everyone’s agreed to give you a try. But you’re still on probation for now.” “What do I need to do?” “You just need a Green Light from everyone. One Red Light and you’re out, no questions asked. Any Yellows and you’ll need to improve at something to get the Green.” “What am I getting judged on?” “Oh, it’s a little different for each of us. But I’ll tell you this much: odds are pretty good it’s gonna involve pee.” “You mean, like…?” Zephyr nodded toward Ashley and Kari. Since her own bladder was now quite full, it was rather on her mind. “Holding it? Oh yes. For Ashley, for Sophie, and for me.” “I have a few other things I look for,” Amanda said. “But you’ll be holding while I check ‘em out.” “What about Kari? And Bella?” “You’ll find we all like somewhat different things. Kari and Bella will tell you what they’re looking for when they’re ready. But in general—don’t be an asshole, be a good sport, be willing to try things but also set your red lines… and of course clean up your mess.” “My pee?” “Any mess. Don’t care if it’s dirty clothes or dirty dishes.” “Okay.” Kelly patted her shoulder. “You’ll probably be just fine, Zeph. But for now, I’m going upstairs.” “How about you?” Amanda asked Zephyr. “Turning in soon?” “Uh—I’m not really sleepy…” Her eyes wandered over to Ashley. Amanda chuckled. “It’s getting exciting over there, isn’t it?” she said. “But Kari wanted to get to know you a bit more first.” “Oh. Right.” “Kari, Ash—would you like to take this up to my room?” Amanda called. “I’m okay anywhere,” Ashley said, and looked to Kari. “Yeah, let’s go up,” Kari said. “No offense, Zephyr, but this is about to get a little hotter and heavier and, well…” “It’s okay,” Zephyr said. “I understand.” But she followed Ashley with her eyes as the two girls went upstairs. Ashley was, after all, clutching her crotch. And she had the cutest butt… Amanda flipped deadbolts on the outside doors and turned to Zephyr. “I’m gonna go lend those two a hand,” she said. “I like helping everybody out. But whenever you want to come up to my room for a little play, you’ll be welcome.” “Thanks,” Zephyr said, a little uncertainly. “Sleep well, now. Oh, and if you pee before bed tonight, remember the door rules apply to the bathroom, too.” If? Left alone, Zephyr sat on the couch for a bit. Anxiety and arousal chased each other through her body. This was either gonna be the hottest thing ever or the weirdest thing ever. After all, it sounded like they were expecting her to hold her pee with each other member of Pi Sigma Sigma, in turn. That was something she’d always done exclusively in private. Especially the getting-herself-off part that so often followed right after. Although she’d always found it intensely sexy when other girls around her had needed to pee… and it looked like there would be plenty of that… Including right now. Upstairs, there were at least two girls holding their pee as long as they could. Maybe three, if Bella hadn’t gone yet. And down here, there was another. She really needed to go by now. She headed for the stairs—and stopped. She could wait a little longer. After all, that’s what Pi Sigma Sigma was all about, right? She squeezed her pee back, with a visible effort: crossed legs and a bit of a grimace. There was a small sound, like someone taking a sharp breath. She looked over at the door of the Bunkroom. Sophie was there, in a nightgown that somehow set off her breasts to excellent advantage, and hung short of her knees. Her hair was down, a tad rumpled. She was gripping either side of the doorframe with her hands. Her legs were crossed, and there was a look in her eye. It was a look Zephyr had often seen aimed at her, but never from someone who seemed so shy. It was a look of pure lust. Sophie realized she’d been caught looking, and blushed beet red. But she didn’t move. She kept her hands and legs where they were, silently sending out an I’m bursting message. Then the small quiet girl said, in a voice barely above a whisper, “I’m really glad you’re here.” ---------------------------------------------------------- All right, folks. We're just getting warmed up here. As you might guess from the story, there are going to be six more stories of holding it, holding contests, desperation, peeing, and yes, sex. And that's just to get Zephyr off of probation. After that there are so many more possibilities... so many more... Too many, in fact, for one man to write (even someone who can write as fast as me). To really do this saga justice before the end of the world, I'm going to need a little help. I'd love to collaborate on these stories with anyone who would like to. PM me if you're interested! A few clarifications: this is straight-up fantasy. If you liked Meagan & Parker (my last series) because of the careful plotting and character development, I hate to disappoint. If you liked M&P because of the grounded realism, this ain't the tale for you. If you liked it because of all the bursting bladders and squirmy situations—if you were wishing that Meagan and Dacy and Zephyr all had a holding contest,lost all control, and then fucked each other—then this series is absolutely for you. Yes, this is Zephyr from Meagan & Parker. But it's a "fictionalized" Zephyr. Pi Sigma Sigma doesn't exist in the world of Meagan and Parker. Zephyr has also moved from bi-curious to outright-bi-if-not-veering-into-gay. She's still pee-shy, though. And yes, we will see all the characters we met here desperate to pee at some point. Let's have some fun!
  25. First time I encounter one of her videos. Have seen her bladder bulge pics many times. Video title: Playing with my big big full bladder! Pass is pixxxie Warning: nudity and gorgeous boobs No wetting happens, just some leaking.