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  1. (another story by pink) What is the one thing all pokemon trainers can do besides me? Is it a love for pokemon? No, I love pokemon. Is it patience in training? No, I got plenty of patience. Is it the willingness to aim to become the best, like no one ever was? No, I want to be better than the best! Like no one has ever been! No, the one thing all other pokemon trainers can do that I can't, is hold their bladders… My name is Moon Selene. I'm from Celadon city in the Kanto region. My mother and I moved to Alola to finally get away from it all. Mom just wanted a fresh start someplace new. And someplace away from the pokemon league. “Come on sweetie, you'll love it here in Alola.” mom said as she knocked on my door. I didn't answer back. I just rolled over on my bed and stared at the wall. My diaper cold and wet from not changing it sooner. But I didn't care. Here I am, 16, and stuck in the one place on earth my dream cant come true. ******** “Moon, what would you like to be when you grow up?” Dad asked me. “Chapen!” my 5-year-old self yelled out as my dad and I watched the champion battle between Red and Green. I was starstruck as I watched them battle. Their pokemon battle was like nothing I had ever seen before. Watching them, made me realize I wanted to be just like them. “That's a fantastic dream!” Dad told me. “But first you're going to need to be a big girl and stop using your diapers.” I was a slightly late bloomer. “I BIG GIRL!” I yelled and stood up. My yellow diaper on full display. “I BECOM CHAPEN! a very late bloomer... But my dad laughed and agreed with me. One day, I would become a champion. ******** Then, just 3 years later, my dad and I were attacked by pokemon. It had something to do with team rocket and the radio signals coming from Johto. All types of pokemon began going crazy. When the pokemon started to go crazy, my dad did his best to protect me. But we were swarmed by pokemon. If it wasn't for the gym leader Erica showing up, I would have died that day. My dad, however, wasn't so lucky… Ever since the attack, somehow I've lost almost all control over my bladder. Some days I feel the need to go and I am able to rush to the bathroom just in time. But most days, I don't even feel it and I pee myself. Which is why I'm in diapers. It took some time, but I was able to get over my traumatic experience from that day. (for the most part) My mom, however, never got over it. From that day on. Unless it was a house pet pokemon, she never wanted me near pokemon. When I turned 14, she asked me what I wanted to do. I told her I wanted to become a pokemon trainer. She flipped out on me that day. “NO! You're too young! You're still in diapers! You can not become a trainer while you are still in your diapers!” mom yelled at me. The diapers had nothing to do with it. She just was too afraid that I would die by wild pokemon just like dad. so she used my own shame to give up on that dream. When I turned 15 and she asked me again, I again told her I wanted to become a trainer. Mom was furious. Constantly telling me no. But then I just had to bring up the law. The pokemon league accepts anyone with a passing school grade and 16 years old. My mom couldn't stop me from becoming a pokemon trainer. This law was for Kanto, Johto, Hoenn, Sinnoh, Unova, and Kalos. But my mom found a place that didn't have a pokemon league. A place that didn't have Gyms. a place that didn't have an elite 4, a place that didn't have a champion. Alola… And so, still being underage, I was forced to move here with my mom. Just 3 days before I turned 16. ******** “OK, THAT'S IT!” My mom yelled as she broke open my locked door. “You have been a slakoth for the last 4 days! Today, you are getting dressed and you are going into town!” And so, forced against my will again, I was changed out of my leaking diaper, put into new clothes and a hat, and kicked out of the house with a shopping list. my mom staying behind to clan my destroyed bed... I sigh as I just walk towards town. Alola was a beautiful region. Full of all types of pokemon I have never seen. Some of the coolest ones were the Alola variants of the native Kanto pokemon. As I walked I spotted one run from one dark place to another. It was a rattata. However, instead of being purple and a normal type, this one was black and a dark type. I would have loved to catch a few of the Alola pokemon. But there was no chance at that… The stoor Mom wanted me to go to was fairly close by, and I quickly got all the items I needed. When I left the store, I didn't feel like going home. I really didn't want to walk past my mother back to my room. So I decided to explore a little bit. Alola was not that large of a region, but it was split up into 4 islands. The one I'm on, was the second smallest named Melemele Island. And this was Iki Town, one of the smallest towns in all of Alola. As I walked around, I actually started to enjoy the sights a little. Alola was very beautiful. Maybe I could wait the next 2 years here until I turn 18. Then I can become a trainer without mom telling me no. I was just reaching the outskirts of Iki town when I felt a pinch in my bladder. “Oh shit…” I say out loud as I finally felt my bladder for the first time in weeks. By the pain, I could tell I was very desperate and really needed to go, now! I spun around and began to walk home as fast as I could, but the feeling in my bladder only grew worse. I was now on the other side of town and I realized there was no way I would make it home in time. Frantically I began looking around for a pokemon center or somewhere with clean toilets. I know what some of you might be thinking, “Moon, why don't you find a public restroom?” Well, because they are nasty. The only reason I would use a pokemon center toilet is because they are at least cleaned regularly. But sadly, Iki town didn't have a pokemon center here. So I began searching for someone to point me to a clean toilet. But it was getting late and I didn't see anyone around here who could help me! I then began walking faster. My bladder screaming for release! “Just hold on, I'm almost home!” I lied to myself as one hand reached down and grabbed my crotch in order to hold my pee. "Really? You want to go up to the ruins? I don't know what you hope to find there..." I heard a girl say as she walked down a tail to my left. The moment I saw her, I knew she was my last hope to find a toilet! She was about 40 yards ahead of me, but if I hurried, I might be able to catch up! I rushed over to her a fast as I could. Not really paying attention to realize I was going out of town trying to catch up with this girl! "You can't come out! We'll get in trouble if anyone sees you." I heard the girl say. When I finally caught up, I heard her scream! “What's wrong?” I asked as I rushed over, trying my hardest not to pee myself. The pretty blond haired girl turned to me. "H-help..." the girl said with tears forming in her eyes. "Save Nebby!" Nebby? I looked behind the girl and saw a bunch of sparrow flying and pecking at something in the middle of a very old bridge above rushing rapids. "Those Spearow are attacking it! But...but I'm too afraid to go out there... My legs feel like they might give out..." the girl said as she grabbed my arm and pleaded with me. It was here my bladder gave me a choice, run behind a bush and finally pee, or go save a random girls pokemon. I shoved the blond girl off of me as I shot toward the bridge. At this moment, i didn't care if i peed myself! That pokemon needed my help! When I reached the pokemon, I began swatting away the bird pokemon, trying to get them to leave the little pokemon alone. But the sparrow just swarmed me as well. Seeing no other choice, I crouched down and grabbed the small blue pokemon. Holding it close to my chest and covering it with my arms in order to protect it. “It's ok. OW! I got, OW, you.” I told the pokemon. The pokemon let out a small cry. Then I saw it close its eyes before a weird energy began to flow around it. “W-what?” I asked when suddenly there was a flash of light and a rush of energy! Then, I was upside down…. My mind didn't know what was going on, I just grabbed onto the small pokemon even harder. As I frantically looked around. Then I noticed my special maid shorts had caught onto a broken piece of the now destroyed bridge. I had only a moment to realize that when I heard a ripping sound. Then I fell... Anticipating the rocky waters below me, I closed my eyes. So this is how I die. at least I tried to save a pokemon... “COO!” I heard when I suddenly felt something catch me. When I open my eyes, I was just being put down by a large pokemon I had never seen before. The moment I was set down, it jumped over me and turned back to look at me. “You, are, worthy,” I thought I heard it say before it dropping something. It let out a loud cry before it burst into an electric ora and shot into the sky! "Oh... Oh, thank goodness!" the girl said as she rushed over and hugged the small pokemon I was holding. When she finally let go, she just looked at the small pokemon. "You tried using your power again...didn't you? Oh, Nebby... You know what happened last time you used it. You couldn't move for ages after that. I don't want to see you like that again!" she scolded the pokemon. Then her face turned sad. "No... I shouldn't say that. I'm sorry, Nebby... I know you were trying to save me that time... And I couldn't even help you in return..." The girl then looked at me. “T-thank you!” she told me. Then she looked down. "What... What is that?" I looked down as well. Between my legs, was a sparkling stone. Something the pokemon had dropped before leaving. But the girl wasn't talking about that. She was looking a little further up, at the bright yellow diaper my shorts no longer concealed...
  2. So, I've been wanting to draw more omo art, and I've not had a lot of specific ideas for things to draw. So I thought I'd ask here to see if anybody has something they'd like to see me draw, since I enjoy drawing most when I know at least one person appreciates it. XD Here's some omo art I've done so far, so you've got an example: I'd prefer drawing desperate guys than desperate girls, and would rather draw women peeing than men peeing (but not completely opposed to the reverse, if I like other things about the idea). Any species can be fun to draw, including made up ones. I don't currently want to draw explicit nudity, but 'furry nudity' (naked but can't actually see anything) is fine. I also can't draw humans to save my life, so furry only, sorry. XD So, suggest stuff to me here if you've got any ideas! I can't guarantee that I'll draw all of them if I get a lot, but I'll still at least draw some of them!
  3. From the album: Digital art

    AkenoSama was kind enought to suggest this comic. Cherry buys a lock and shows it to Laura, who tells her about her experience with Dottie. Finally after some pleading both of them decide to take part in the challenge. Will any of them manage to stay dry ??
  4. Straight off the bat, I do NOT wish this thread to become in any way political. I am a resident of the UK and am curious as to whether any journalists etc will be caught short during the coverage of the counting and results. Please feel free to post anything you've noticed, and please keep everything neutral and unbiased!
  5. Desperate Destiny Destiny sat wearing her green top and oversized green bow in her hair as agreed. She nervously sipped at her lemonade. Blind date number 6. Was it an omen she wondered or could this one actually be legitimate, attractive and interesting? He couldn’t be as boring as number 1, or as sleazy as number two, or as smelly and scruffy as number 3. Number 4 at least tried but then he’d left for the bathroom, never returned and left her to pay the bill. Number 5 was a no show and number 6...well so far he was five minutes late and counting! Maybe her friends were right and internet dating was doomed to fail? Well she was here now and this man had ten more minutes and if he didn’t contact her or appear she was deleting the app and giving up. She was already half way through her lemonade anyway. She looked around before tinkering with her phone to distract herself. Then a tap on her shoulder sent shivers down her full body. Destiny turned and immediately felt the shadow of someone behind her. His shoes were smart, he had smart black trousers on, a casual but smart jumper with a v neck and shirt beneath and...the most natural welcoming smile she could ever recall. He put his hand out to shake hers as she rose from her seat to face him, aware he wasn’t much taller than she was. ‘Sorry I’m a little later than planned. Every single light was red! I’m Fraser by the way but pretty sure you’ve worked that out. You look way more beautiful than your profile picture by the way. Wow!’ ‘Hi. Emmm thanks. I quite liked that profile pic too haha!’ Emma gestured to Fraser to sit but he asked if she wanted anything more to drink first. ‘I’ll stick to another lemonade if that’s ok. Thanks.’ ‘I’ll be right back!’ Destiny looked at Fraser standing at the bar and mentally ticked some boxes in her head. He seemed friendly. Tick. Genuine? So far at least. Tick. Sexy? His smile absolutely and there was definitely something about his think Scottish accent too. Tick. Generous? Well he hadn’t asked her for money for the drinks so that was a start. Good company? She’d find that out soon enough. Nerves made her hands shake a little and seeing Fraser at the bar ordering made her throat dry so Destiny gulped down the last of her lemonade and looked at the all too familiar menu. She knew this pub well but even familiar places could seem strange on your first date she thought. Just then Fraser returned with the drinks. He took his coat off and hung it neatly over the chair before sitting down. ‘Saw you looking at the menu there. Anything you fancy? I saw the special on the board when I was at the bar and the home made steak pie sounds amazing. Makes me think of home!’ ‘Sounds perfect. There’s usually quite quick at taking your order here.’ Sure enough less than five minutes later and two steak pies, chips and vegetables were on order and Fraser and Destiny continued their conversation. Destiny was somewhat surprised at how easy to talk to Fraser was and Fraser was equally surprised how ‘ordinary’ and lovely Destiny was. Wether it was nerves or a desire to please each other or something else again neither knew, but without thought or effort both had their hands around their drinks and sipped almost simultaneously as they chatted. So far so good thought Destiny, and unbeknown to her Fraser was having a lovely time too. The food arrived and Destiny was surprised when the waitress asked if they wanted any more drinks. It was only then she noticed she’d somehow almost finished her second glass already. ‘Do you sell Irn Bru at all?’ Fraser asked smiling. ‘As a matter of fact we do sir. It’s surprisingly popular here. Ordinary or diet sir?’ ‘Oh ordinary please.’ ‘And mam?’ ‘Oh I think a water please thanks’ ‘Fizzy or still mam?’ ‘Oh still would be great thanks’. The meal looked delicious and as Destiny began cutting hers up she couldn’t help but snigger when Fraser joked ‘she never asked if you wanted your drink diet. Honestly, you can’t get the staff round here!’ Funny? She could tick that now too. So far at least. The evening continued well until around half way through eating when Destiny felt a cool breeze from the door which sent a shiver down her body and through her bladder and she moved in her seat subconsciously. She smiled nervously at Fraser, ignored the twinge and carried on eating. The chips and vegetables were salty and Destiny was glad of the refreshing water. Fraser seemed to be enjoying his, even commenting that it was as good as his mums and he winked as he said it which Destiny found surprisingly sexy. Date number six was much better than expected. She wasn’t in any hurry to go anywhere. Dinner turned to pudding then tea and coffee and before Destiny was aware she’d consumed a full pint of lemonade, half a pint of water and a mug of tea! Time was passing quickly and she was in no hurry to leave Fraser with his ginger hair and deep brown eyes. She swung her legs under the table determined her stupid bladder wouldn’t ruin her best date so far. If Fraser excused himself for a comfort break she would too but she wasn’t going to be the first to break away. Absolutely not. The pub was getting busier and louder as a major match played on large TV’s and Fraser suggested they find a quieter corner to sit. Destiny knew she should have piped up something similar to ‘that would be lovely. I’ll just nip to the ladies first’ or something similar, but Fraser was too mesmerising, too exciting even, to leave. She’d go as soon as they parted. Yes that would be fine. They moved together to a snug couch by a fire. Romantic, quieter, but much further from the ladies. Fraser suggested another cup of tea and despite her already full bladder Destiny nodded and smiled. With Fraser at the bar she crossed her legs and pulled her knees towards her. She was bursting and thought about slipping to the loo while Fraser was not looking but she didn’t want to leave her bag, coat and Fraser’s coat unattended nor did she like the idea of Fraser returning and finding her away. She circled her foot and tightened her muscles and smiled as Fraser turned towards her and winked. Goodness he was stunning in the light of the pub and even the laughter and chatter of strangers seemed to somehow feel special as Destiny realised she actually really liked Fraser and absolutely wanted to date him again. The coffee table was low and bending to reach her tea squeezed against Destiny’s bladder and she quietly moaned. She didn’t want to show it but her body was absolutely desperate for release though pride prevented her excusing herself. ‘You ok?’ ‘Yeah fine.’ The tea was delicious but Destiny’s bladder just couldn’t stretch so she sat bolt upright, tense and concentrating rather than drinking. ‘You’ve gone quiet. Have I upset you?’ Fraser reached over towards Destiny and hugged her lightly. ‘If I’m boring you it’s ok. Just say.’ ‘No. No. Not at all. Just thinking.’ That was the truth really. She was thinking about how to politely excuse herself and how she could get to the ladies dry. But she couldn’t say that on a first date. She bit her lip, shifted on the seat and tensed her back more. Her face flushed and a drop of sweat formed on her forehead. It took all her effort to hold her bladder closed. ‘Please don’t feel you can’t say Destiny. We’ve had a lovely evening. Well I definitely have. You are great company. You are beautiful, intelligent and interesting. I would love to meet up again. So if something is bothering you I think honestly is definitely the best policy. ‘ It was all Destiny could do to whisper. Every last ounce of her energy was reserved for holding back the huge flood inside her. Her arms folded around her bladder as if hugging herself and she bent forward with a tear in her eye. Fraser put his arm around her and his head down towards hers and whispered. ‘Whatever it is it’s ok. I don’t bite.’ Destiny fidgeted before gasping as another spasm pushed through her body. ‘It’s just...it’s just...I’ve drank too much sorry. I should have...oh Good God above...’ Destiny pushed her bum as far back into the seat as she could and pressed a hand tight into her crotch pulling her coat over herself to cover it up while her head faced down to avoid seeing Fraser who was hugging her in concern. In a broken whisper she bravely but reluctantly confessed: ‘I should have gone at dinner. I should have gone before we moved over here. I’ve had to go for so so long. Now it’s an emergency. I am so so so desperate now. I think I’m going to pee my pants.’ Fraser kissed her forehead and stroked her hair. He whispered back: ‘Oh my sweet Destiny. My dear darling desperate Destiny.’ He slipped his hand under her coat and over her own in her crotch area as he used his other hand to tenderly lift her chin and kiss her lovingly on the lips whilst gently pressing his hand over her own between her legs. A current washed over Destiny as their lips met. She wanted more. So much more. But first she had to pee. Urgently. ‘I shan’t hold you any longer my precious desperate Destiny. I don’t want you upset. But hurry back. I’ll be right here waiting for you.’ His words enticed her like crazy but the pounding from her vagina was intensive and relentless too. She tied her coat around her waist to hide any wetness and ran to the ladies as she felt her knickers dampen. Fraser looked on with his own legs crossed in a vain attempt to hide his erection. He liked what he’d seen tonight and he wanted more again. He hadn’t planned to get a beautiful girl so close to wetting herself but he couldn’t believe his luck that it had happened. It might not be entirely appropriate to do what he wanted with Destiny tonight but he resolved to excuse himself briefly for the gents when Destiny returned. Assuming he could wait that long that was.
  6. Bursting Bryony Bryony Higgins had so much whizzing through her mind. She’d spent the last three hours in a meeting sipping coffee throughout and listening intently to the financial difficulties and impending liquidation ahead if things didn’t improve soon in her company. She’d driven the two hours to HQ early morning to avoid traffic and enjoyed catching up with fellow area managers though she was well aware of the serious issues the company faced. Each of them left at midday with urgent bullet points of immediate improvement drilled into them. Bryony knew her job and the fate of hundreds of employees party rested on her ability to implement these action points with no time to spare. Gone were the days of elaborate work lunches and expensive coffees. Today had been basic tea and coffee and jugs of water and a rudimentary paper plate of cheap biscuits. Still Bryony had at least had plenty to drink and a couple of biscuits too. She pulled into the burger van in the industrial estate and picked up a hot roll and a can of cola and took ten minutes to eat and drink, reading over the briefing she had been issued with again. It was a sober call to action and even though the inevitable might still happen anyway Bryony was determined and motivated to do everything she could to have her area out perform even the best and most optimistic expectations. She made a few calls to some of the shops she oversaw and was even more concerned when two didn’t even bother answering. What if she had been a customer? Things needed to change right away and she brushed the crumbs from her straight black fitted dress and off her nylon tights and started her engine. The nearest shop in her area was just over an hour away. They were first on her hit list. She had to get every single shop to perform to their best and that started this afternoon. Traffic was as expected but what Bryony hadn’t expected was her body to start feeling increasingly uncomfortable as she drove. A familiar tingling between her legs made her cast her mind back to her day so far. When had she last used the ladies? Had she really not gone prior to leaving HQ? She always did as a matter of course but she had no recollection of doing so today. Grrr. This wasn’t in her plan. She had way too much she had to deal with and she wanted to get to the store in time to talk to all the staff and get things improved before closing. Tomorrow she had three other shops in her area to visit so it was imperative she reached and sorted this one today. She was in the right hand lane as she passed a sign for services, only one of which was on her route as motorways merged and spread ahead. It was in just one mile but a combination of heavy traffic to negotiate through and the time implications of pulling over, parking and using the bathroom all combined to persuade Bryony to keep on driving. She could use the bathroom at the shop on arrival anyway and she was just half an hour away now. She bit her lip and carried on. Bryony couldn’t help but talk to herself a little as she approached the town centre finally. ‘Oh I should have peed before I left. Come on lights!’ Her dress seemed suddenly much tighter, her lower stomach pushing out making her look a little pregnant. ‘Too much cola and coffee’ Bryony moaned as she rubbed her bladder at yet another set of traffic lights. She tapped her foot and fidgeted in her seat. ‘Oh come on. I’m bursting for the toilet!’ She pulled in finally into the small staff car park, flustered with her need to pee and an annoyance at how badly the staff had parked their cars. ‘Abandoned more like’ she said to herself as she opened the drivers door and stood up for the first time in an hour and a half. Gravity seemed to push the entire contents of her bladder towards her urethra which tingled constantly. She crossed her legs and shuffled uncomfortably from one foot to another on her high heeled shoes before pressing to lock her car and putting her hand bag on her arm. Staff clearly were not expecting her unannounced visit as Bryony could quickly tell. The shop was steady but the shelves had gaps, the music was too loud, the posters looked tired and the queues...adrenaline swept through Bryony as she walked in aghast at her first impressions. She hardly had her foot over the threshold when a customer approached her. She so longed to go to the bathroom first but negotiating even through the store in this state wasn’t going to be easy and she dreaded to think what state the storeroom and bathroom might be like! She pushed her thighs together and bent forward as the customer, clearly seeing the company badge on her dress, asked her for guidance. Every sale mattered, now more than ever so Bryony took the customer to find what she wanted, negotiating through a long slow queue of customers in the process. Once sorted Bryony walked up to the checkouts and demanded to know what was going on. ‘Ann, what’s happening? We need this sorted now! Get staff on the tills now. Then when that calms I need stock out, this shop tidied and for goodness sake turn down that music so you can hear me!’ ‘ But we’re all on the tills. Wayne’s sick and there’s only myself and Mike in. It’s been manic today.’ Bryony pushed through the crowds to get behind the checkout, pushing her handbag under the counter while simultaneously logging into the first free till to clear the queue, all the time her legs moving and dancing as her body tried keeping the huge torrent of excess liquid inside her. From the customer side she looked efficient, professional and smart yet behind the till Bryony was so bursting now she couldn’t stand still. She bounced her knees, rubbed one leg on the other up and down, bend a little and accidentally stood on Mike’s toes! Mike looked at her though nothing was said. Ten minutes later the queue was slowly easing but Bryony’s need was increasing by the second. She was serving a customer when a strong urge came and her hand grabbed at her dress. She wasn’t so much moving subtly now it was more of a full on obvious bursting dance. Bryony was about to burst! She handed the receipt to the customer and grabbing her handbag she shuffled out of the till area before the inevitable happened. She threw her bag over her shoulder and headed to the back of the shop and into the store area as urgently as her clicking high heels would let her. Her heart raced, sweat forming on her face and her body pushing strongly against her, she grabbed between her legs, now out of sight from customers, and ran down stairs to the small staff toilet and kitchenette. Bryony couldn’t recall ever feeling this bursting ever before. Her underwear was damp as she felt leaks trickling out even as she pulled her dress up at both sides and tugged at her tights and knickers. Her bottom only vaguely over the filthy loo , her clothes only millimetres away and the gush began. Bryony gasped. Then she sighed. Then she laughed. Her day began because her company had an emergency and here she was having an emergency of her own. The company had a lot of work ahead and Bryony vowed to work on her bladder every bit as much. She had come close to her own liquidation and only just avoided it now she planned to achieve the same with her work. She had too much to do to risk getting this bursting again and tomorrow she promised herself she would hold on all day.
  7. I enjoyed sharing my first story, and I thought I'd tidy up another, fairly recent adventure and share it here. (Note: contains alcohol) It was a breezy day in Autumn, and I had plans. I'd agreed to meet a couple of friends for lunch : it had been one their birthdays earlier that week, and we'd agreed to we'd treat her to lunch before doing some shopping. My two friends lived pretty close to one another and after the usual hundred or so WhatsApp messages we'd decided the details. I'd get the train to near them, we'd walk to lunch, then head to the shopping centre. I hadn't been there in a while, but I remembered the last time I was there I'd stubbornly refused to make use of the bathrooms, which were a bit out of the way, right by the lifts and always crowded. I'd spent a pleasant, slightly fidgety afternoon browsing around, and although I don't often like holding in company, the temptation was there. I fussed a bit with my outfit - the shopping centre was always boiling hot, but it was a chilly day. Tricky. I'd planned to wear a dress, but found I had no tights clean, so there was a bit of last minute kerfuffle. I added 'laundry' to my mental to-do list for later. As I was getting ready, I was swapping my things between handbags when I noticed a extra pad in one of the pockets. I'd bought some Always Discreet pads earlier in the year, purely to play around with, and while I wasn't wild about the scent, they were comfy, and I'd enjoyed using / misusing them , on and off. I still wasn't firmly committed to anything, but I left the pad where it was and headed off to the station I walked briskly, having spent a bit of time getting ready, but I made my train , just about. I was quite relaxed on the train, and not needy at all. I sipped a little water from my bottle and the journey went quite quickly. I was a little sluggish -the rush had meant I had no time to pick up a coffee on the way, and I was feeling the need for a mid-morning boost before all the walking and talking and browsing. I got off at the other end and walked to meet my friends, on time, but without much to spare. We took a little detour through a park, and I was delighted to see that as well as the usual little market stalls they have there on a Saturday, there was one of those little coffee trucks. I insisted we stop, got myself a drink, and sipped it while my friends browsed the stalls for a bit. We had some time before lunch and checked out one or two of the shops near the cafe, and as we stepped out from one of them in to the cold air I noticed the caffeine starting to nudge at my bladder. I've probably gotten used to that ritual of a mid-morning drink and a break straight after, but if I really ignore it, that urge can fade comfortably away for quite while, so I just focused on our conversation as we headed to lunch. We sat indoors at a corner table, and the birthday girl headed off to the bathroom. I felt a bit of a jealous twinge myself, but also that strange, vague contentment I get from denying myself, feeling both strong and silly, in a way. I think this was when I decided I was consciously going to avoid breaks, although I'm not sure I'd decided how long for. When she got back we ordered, and my other friend insisted we get some wine, it being a celebration. I made myself drink a little water before our drinks came, and again before food. The meal flew by, and by the time we left, we were into mid-afternoon. By now I had a sort of warm, comfy tug of need , quite a steady feeling of minor pressure,. My mouth was a little dry from the talking an the wine, and I clumsily refilled my water bottle from the jug on the table before we left. My other friend, who was not the birthday popped to the loo before we left, saying she how much she hated the toilets in the shopping centre. This reminded me of the mission I'd found myself on, and I felt a little vague cramp from my bladder at the thought off all that walking without relief. The cold air outside seemed to intensify my need a little ,as it always does. As we walked to the shops I found I was clenching just a little as I walked, my jeans felt a little tight, and I had the occasional tight feeling of urgency, but I could certainly wait, and I intended to. I was feeling relaxed, adventurous. Perhaps it was the wine! I took a big swig of water as we got to the shopping centre and first shop was quite quick – just a few bits of makeup. I was feeling pretty in control, the slight tightness still there but nothing major. I got a bit cocky, perhaps and decided to finish my water bottle in next shop. We were there a while, looking for a present for a friend, and while we debated out choices I took regular, casual sips of water. Eventually we got a consensus and headed out. Now things got more earnest. Clothes shopping. Friend A wanted a coat, and friend B needed a dress for a party, and we had our work cut out. I hadn't quite succeeded in finishing my water, so I threw it all back in a big gulp before we got to the next shop. We headed up an escalator and for some reason standing still while in motion made me notice my bladder that bit more. I wasn't in pain but I was distracted, a little sweaty even, and found I wasn't quite concentrating as well. My bladder felt heavy, and I noticed a slight throbbing feeling start as we stepped off. After the first clothes shop I was walking a little slower than my friends, being a bit ginger with my swollen bladder but I'm pretty sure I wasn't betraying my need at all. My friend's dress search took a while and involved a lot of time hanging around the changing rooms. The waiting made me notice my need to pee just that bit more – the throbbing was building just a little. I could have sat down on the benches nearby but I stood, shifting my weight a little from foot to foot, and that helped a lot. The dress search was still on and we popped next door. I was clenching my teeth a little as waves of pressure appeared from time to time, but I was still pretty controlled overall. I spotted something I sort of liked myself, and my friends pressed me to try it on. Getting changed was actually a little bit torturous, for me, the private space, the freeing feeling of getting my jeans off, but no release. I studied the dress, rubbed my hand a little over my bladder to soothe it. I felt a little thrill for being secretly squirmy in a public space, imagined the shock and shame of just letting go in the changing room. (I wouldn't, of course, I never make a mess for anyone else to deal with... but the image was delicious!) Dress duly scrutinised, and rejected, I queued up with my friend while she bought hers. I find queues are brilliantly awful places when you need to go. Time just stops. Eventually we left, and it was getting near evening. Friend B needed to head off soon, and suggested we grab a quick coffee before she went. I have a sort of rule, when I'm holding, that I won't deliberately avoid drinks, if they're offered, so we went to a cafe in the centre. I had a green tea, and filled my bottle up again from the water station by the till. I had my legs crossed on the hard cafe chair but was pretty pleased with how my little adventure was going. I felt tense, full, basically on top of things, but uncomfortable, the throbs starting to feel a little achey now. We drank our drinks quite quickly, and said goodbye to friend B. We were pretty shopped out, and friend A (the birthday girl) had some time to kill before she had to head out for dinner nearby. We walked out of the shopping centre, and as we left the cold air seemed to give me a real squeeze, my bladder feeling big and tight all of a sudden. I clenched my hand in my pocket and made myself breathe, focus on my conversation. We agreed we'd head for a quick drink before I caught my train back. My friend led us to a pub, and I found each step a little uncomfortable after my day without breaks. I found myself thinking about what sort of bathrooms the pub might have. I interrupted that thought and gave myself a 'No, Vee, we're almost there, you'll wait til you get home', kind of pep talk. I find that holding has that sort of momentum, sometimes, I don't like to ruin it by giving in too early. The green tea had taken some effect by now and I was noticing a sort of twingy, tingly feeling as we got in to the bar. The place was pretty busy I said I'd get the drinks, while my friend found us a table. Queueing at the bar I noticed I was squeezing my muscles to keep the feelings under control. I was sure I could wait, but I was finding it was taking more and more effort to keep things composed. I distracted myself by playing on my phone for a bit,, and my friend had helpfully text me to tell me where she'd sat. I took our drinks and found my friend, who less helpfully, immediately excused herself to go the loo when I arrived. I said I didn't need to join her, and would guard our table, instead, and I got myself as comfortable as I could while I waited for her, taking off my coat and draping an arm across my twitchy abdomen. I found myself fidgeting with my fingers a little, and found the throbbing sensation was getting more insistent. My friend seemed to take forever getting back to our table. While I waited I tried to think how long it was since my last pee, thinking fondly of my bathroom at home. I had one of those thoughts I have when I hold in company, realising that people might think it odd that hadn't used the toilet at all, so I resolved I 'd dive off when my friend got back, for appearances sake. We chatted a bit when she got back, and I excused myself and went off to the ladies. My bladder twinged hopefully when I got myself there, but I wasn't going to give in some easily. I waited for a stall, slipped in, and squeezed my legs together. I could do this. I decided to add something extra to the adventure, and fished the pad out of my bag. I breathed deeply, decided against sitting down in case I failed, and got my jeans and panties down. The action sparked a twitchy, urgent feeling but I got control, put the pad in place, and redressed. I was a bit rushed, wanting to get it over with as soon as possible, and I realised the shaky feeling I get when I'm starting to find control harder had arrived. I expected it would be better once I left, so I washed my hands hastily - and wow, that was hard. The water on my hands made my bladder leap, and for a minute I thought I'd have to rush back to the stall. I focused on my breath, made myself compose my face in the mirror, I looked sort of flustered, my mouth drawn tight – and dried my hands before heading back to the table. As we talked I was hunched forward in my chair, leaning closer to hear my friend, with one leg crossed,, and the posture really helped control the prodding discomfort my bathroom trip had triggered. I tried not to think too much about the train journey home, the spectacle of a wet spot on my jeans as I shuffled home coming to mind. The pad in my knickers felt kind of inviting - perhaps after my earlier experiments with them, my mind associated them with some release, as well as that sort of secure feeling I get from some padding, when I'm desperate. The vague awareness of security and temptation was perversely enjoyable. We finished our drinks – I'd let my friend do a lot of the talking in the last few minutes, while I tried to ignore my insistent need - and said our goodbye. I made myself walk quickly to the station, hoping to get an earlier train maybe, and the bouncing of my feet of the pavement jolted my bladder quite sharply. I felt heavy, my jeans were definitely a bit less comfy now, and I toyed with undoing my top button, but decided to keep walking. The wait on the cold platform for the train seemed impossibly long. I walked in a small circle on the platform, the motion distracting me from the tugging cramps I was getting quite often now. When the train arrived I rushed on, turned towards a seat, but decided to stand, allowing myself the space to shift my weight from foot to foot. I fumbled with my headphones as a distraction, listened to some music. As I got them out of my bag I noticed my full water bottle, and while I didn't really want to add anything to my day's intake, I reasoned that I'd had booze, coffee, tea, so it was best to hydrate. I crossed my legs as I took a slightly shaky sip, then another, before putting the bottle back, trying not to count down the stops back to mine. By the time I got off I had a fairly constant throb in my abdomen and could only think about getting home as quickly as a I could. I strode off, not being able to face the wait for a bus. Even if it might have been quicker overall, I couldn't stand the uncertain wait, after being on the platform earlier. At least this way I was in motion, in control, and I walked in time to the music, every step letting my bladder know that relief was coming, an the feeling on tension started to build as I got closer to home. Even when I'm not holding, consciously at least, I'm terrible for latch key desperation. I shuffled my keys out of my bag, crossing my legs as a discreetly as I could while I rummaged around. It felt nice to squeeze against the soft dry pad. The throb from below felt like a countdown timer I had no control over, and I felt I was racing to beat it through to the bathroom. My muscles felt quite tight and tired from holding on so long, and I imagined how good it would feel to unclench them. Mistake. As I shut the door, I felt a sort of shaky judder, and a little warmth, maybe? Had I leaked a little?..No time to worry, anyway, the pad would be fine. I dropped my bag and coat, my knees feeling quite wobbly, my breath was quite tight, and I was poised to rush to the bathroom at full tilt. I made myself stop for a second, just to see if I could. I managed it, standing quite upright, dancing a little from toe to toe. I considered my state . I'd made it, after all, and I deserved to enjoy the release. All the way home I'd pictured myself sat on the toilet, panting with relief, but when I'd got to the doorstep, I had a fleeting thought of dropping my keys, or failing to find them at all, and feeling the hours of tension burst and just soaking my jeans. I couldn't really decide how to end my hold, and in a way, I didn't want to. I was pacing a little bit now, my bladder twisting and pushing at me to make a choice. I gritted my teeth and tried to think. I didn't really want to have to wash the jeans, as I didn't have many clean, and was overdue some laundry, and the longer I dithered, the more of a risk that was. So, laundry....that was it! I'd do 'one more thing' before going. I always like that as a challenge, and one I'd focused on the practical job at hand, I felt I recovered a bit of composure. So I headed off to fetch the laundry basket. . Bending down was quite painful, and I definitely felt a little trickle as I set the basket down on the floor. I made a little gasp, and started dancing a little from foot to foot. Almost there! I loaded the machine, grabbing an old pair of pyjama bottoms out as I did. I headed to the bathroom with the pyjamas in one hand, bent over at the waist now, my bladder pulsing constantly, hard and angry. I yanked my jeans down as quickly as a I could - felt as if events had a mind of their own now and I was going to go soon, regardless. I stepped out of the jeans and kicked them in to the corner in case of any more leaks. I stood up straight, pressed my thighs together for a second, The pad seemed to be pretty dry, having dealt with the leaks alright. I pulled my knickers down a little, snuck a look. I'd definitely leaked, but it didn't seem to be too bad, and the material has done its magic already. Pulling them down had a been a step too far, though, and I felt myself using every last bit of effort to stop the little dribble that escaped from turning in to a flood. I pulled them up, grabbed the pyjamas and stepped in to the shower. As I was pulling the trousers on I could feel myself giving in, the familiarity of the shower letting me relax finally, and I shivered as felt the first wave of moisture spreading over the pad, a tiny warm trickle at the side. I watched a smalll dark patch appear at the front, spread gradually down one leg. I could feel the liquid pooling over the pad as the flow got faster, some of it flowing towards the back, making the pyjamas cling there, but most of it escaping down the inside of my left leg. I felt light headed, still a little shaky, and gradually, as I kept going, my feet in the middle of a little puddle, the feeling of relief started to arrive, my shoulders relaxed, and a I gave a deep, low sigh. I held on to the shower wall to steady myself a bit, and took a while to take in the aftermath, before quickly getting in to cleanup mode, carefully binning the pad, getting the laundry done, and texting my friends to tell them how much I'd enjoyed the day out – and the wine!
  8. Hello everyone. This is my first attempt at writing fiction on this site. This is a tale of extreme desperation involving a girl in cosplay. It is inspired by @Jailor Eckman's piece on his Hoard Images pack called “On the Way” and I give credit to him for the character. Seeing how frantic she looked in that terrible situation she was in and how much she drank actually inspired me to request an additional photo of her in a far worse situation where it looked like she was in serious pain. You can see the image that Jailor made in Request #010. From there it gave me some ideas as to how the rest of her story went and it is all culminated in this fiction that I’ve written here. I’ve taken into mind of the health consequences of what this girl in this piece can face and I have included descriptions of such consequences to try to keep it realistic, though I guess it won’t be entirely. I ran into some writers block towards the end of the piece which admittedly did delay the release of this fiction for a couple more months, but I eventually got over them. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the fiction. Peace out and let me know what you think of it. NOTE: There is a mention of Bailey as a teenager in junior high school suffering desperation and some vivid descriptions of sexual encounters that Bailey would imagine in this story and there is nudity involved in this piece as well as some strong language. View this at your own discretion. It was a bright morning in Springfield Oregon and Bailey Porter was excited about the anime convention in Seattle that her anime club successfully raised funds for. She had dyed her hair red the night before and prepared her red seifuku outfit. It was to be a six hour drive to Seattle so she had no intention to waste any time sleeping in as the convention was to open at 3:30PM and her best friend, Selina wanted her to be there for 3:00PM. With the alarm clock going off, she gets out of her bed in her naked form quickly discovering that she has a strong urge to pee, likely a result of needing to go since 9:30PM last night and going to bed without relieving her bladder. Her toilet had been broken for two days and her landlord said that he would show up in four days as his office is currently busy. It was not a big deal to her, she was going to go to a rest stop on the way and have her morning pee and during those two days, she would stop at either a friend’s place or go to a coffee shop to use the bathroom. She put on her seifuku outfit which perfectly fit her small petite figure, put on her glasses which suited her cute face and ate her breakfast which consisted of bacon and eggs and orange juice. A thought crossed her mind “Why am I drinking when I already have a full bladder?” she pondered this question for some time, but decided to drink the rest. “Whatever.” she thought, she knew that she was going to stop at a gas station or rest stop on the way to the convention. Her cell phone started ringing, she grabbed it off her coffee table to see who it was. Sure enough, it was her friend Selina calling her. She swiped to answer. “Hey Selina.” her friend’s voice answers: “Hey Bailey, how are you this morning?” Bailey felt a slight twinge from her bladder and crossed her legs. “Other than the fact that I still have to pee, I’m alright. I’m just waking up from my bed rest and having some breakfast.” Selina was heard laughing on the other end. “Oh T.M.I Bailey. Nah, just joking, its okay. I’ve had a pretty strong urge to take a tinkle myself when I woke up. How bad is it?” Bailey crossed and uncrossed her legs, trying not to think about it. “It’s really bad but I can still wait. I’ve had to piss since last night and my landlord still hasn’t fixed the damned toilet yet. I slept with a bladder full of piss and it kind of screwed with my sleep.” Selina’s tone on the other end got serious very quickly. “Now Bailey you better listen to me, as soon as you get on the freeway, look for a service station and relieve yourself. Do not hold it, you don’t want a UTI and a bladder infection like I did and I know you have a habit of doing that. Plus, you’ve had one already.” It was true, even though Bailey does have a weak bladder and very often she has had very urgent urges, she does have a habit of trying to hold it in even when she was bursting and that has led to some very close calls and she has peed herself in ninth grade when she was fourteen because of this. She definitely hasn’t forgotten about the god-awful urinary tract infection that she had and that certainly made her constantly worry about being near a toilet so she didn’t suffer from UTIs and bladder infections. Bailey replies “Selina, I totally get you. I am going to stop at one and take a piss. I’ve been holding it for almost ten hours, there’s no way I’m going to hold it for an additional six. I planned out my route on Google Maps, so I should be there for that exact time.” Selina seemed assured at the other end. “Thank you, Bailey. You know it would hurt me to see you like that again returning to our school from our museum trip back in junior high, you know back in ninth grade.” Bailey definitely did remember that being the worst she had to pee, and she did not want that to happen again. “It won’t happen again.” Bailey said “I’ll see you at 3:30.” She hung up the phone, put her dirty dishes in her dishwasher and then she got out the door. The air outside was cold as was expected when the weather began to cool down during this time of year. It irritated her bladder and she winced and shivered. She quickly got into her sedan and started her drive. The air was almost just as cold inside her vehicle as the temperature outside, but she figured she could get used to it. Bailey eventually merged onto Interstate Five. The time was 8:30am, she had been holding it for eleven hours. This thought made her shiver in her car seat. She noticed that it was starting to get a little cloudy. The traffic on the highway was moving fast and steady. While she was driving, she was thinking about her friend’s costume. Selina wanted to keep it a surprise, but she couldn’t help but picture her in different outfits, even having some naughty thoughts about her wearing something scantily clad. Just then, she felt a twinge in her bladder reminding her to empty her morning pee and the urine from last night and the orange juice was starting to stream into it. It was becoming more annoying to deal with. Just up ahead was a service station. She merged into the lane that would take her there and she arrived there at 8:45am. She went inside and walked up to the clerk. “Excuse me miss, do you know where I can find the bathrooms?” Bailey asked, subtly squeezing her thighs. The clerk looked at her with a look of remorse for her situation. “I’m very sorry, there is a problem with the plumbing in the building and the washrooms are closed.” Bailey couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Is she going to have to hold it for the entire trip? She seemed to be at disbelief but didn’t think it was a big deal. She has held her urine for very long periods of time before and she was young healthy eighteen year old girl who turned eighteen about a month ago. It’s not like she has had her pelvic muscles torn away by pregnancy. Though she did have a weak bladder and whenever she has to go, it always made her feel so uncomfortable and it always became urgent very quickly. She can always lie to Selina and tell her that she relieved herself, even though that wouldn’t be true. Bailey felt dehydrated and felt tempted to get a large drink. “Okay, do you mind if I get the extra-large sixty eight ounce peach tea?” The clerk took her money and handed it her, although she was puzzled considering Bailey asked for a bathroom. The clerk took Bailey’s money and then gave her the drink. “Here you go, don’t drink it all at once now.” The clerk said with concern, Bailey didn’t seem to be listening to her, in fact she thought that the clerk shouldn’t be stepping out of her place and concern herself in someone else’s affairs. Bailey left and got back into her vehicle. Bailey looked at her drink with such intoxication in her eyes. She couldn’t believe the size of it. This was slightly bigger than one of those big gulps at 7-Eleven. The tea inside it looked so delicious. She wondered how nice it tasted. Without thinking about the consequences, she began to quickly gulp down that ridiculous sized drink. She was just sucking in the peach tea like a vacuum until it becomes empty. She did not have time to find a garbage to toss it out so she placed it in one of her cup holders. She could feel her bladder reacting to the liquid coming down her body and she briefly stuck her hand in her crotch. The morning pee urge was getting really bad, though she didn’t think it is going to get any worse. She couldn’t afford to stop at so many service stations to look for a toilet. Even though she had been holding it since feeling the urge last night, she just had to suck it up and hold it for the whole six hour drive regardless of what Selina says if they are to make it to the convention in time. Bailey has a weak bladder and she is sick of having it, if she held it in while she was sleeping then she can make do with liquid still inside her for another six hours. That will really strengthen her bladder control and keep her pelvic floor strong. She started her car and drove off. It was 9:30am and Bailey was making significant progress towards her destination. Though she could see that the clouds in the sky looked really nasty. It looked like it was going to rain and sure enough it started to. The water temptations outside of her car and the cold air inside it didn’t help matters as her bladder continued to spasm and ache. She did remember seeing a guy pee next to a tree when she was camping with her friends last summer, she was always envious of guys because it was definitely a lot easier to urinate when you have a penis. She wondered how she could pee standing next to a tree even though she has a vagina. She imagined taking off her jeans and pulling the crotch of her panties to the side, exposing her vagina lifting her leg and peeing full force on the tree and moaning in relief. She would have done that had she been on the verge of going in her pants on the campground but she didn’t want to embarrass herself at the same time. Immediately after that thought she felt a bladder spasm that felt stronger than before. Why is her need becoming so much worse? She squeezed her thighs together and shook them as the rain turned into a downpour. The pressure in her bladder was growing and she began to realize that that massive peach tea that she drank was going to end up in her bladder along with her morning pee that she should have pissed out when she woke up, not to mention her piss from last night was still sitting in her bladder as well as her orange juice. Her mind flew into worry but she relaxed herself. She should find a service station soon with a functioning bathroom and she could still hold it until then. She glanced at her clock on the dashboard and saw that it was 10:45am, thirteen hours and fifteen minutes without peeing. The traffic was still moving fast, she wasn’t worried too much. Fifteen minutes later and the traffic started to slow down into traffic delays. What is going on? She is not seeing any construction signs up ahead and she was confused. She turned on her radio and discovered that there was a horrific car accident up ahead that closed major sections of the highway and was causing delays. The movement of the cars was incredibly slow. It isn’t just needing to pee that’s worrying her, she was worried she would be late to the anime convention. That six hours might turn into eight hours at this rate. Bailey’s need to pee was increasing freakingly fast and she began to look worried, she didn’t think she could hold it for six hours let alone eight but she had no choice in the matter and Selina was just going to have to accept it plus she didn’t want to have to stop at a bathroom so often because of a weak bladder. She simply had no time to look for one, no matter how painful it would become, the liquid was going to have to stay inside her. At 12:00PM, Bailey became completely desperate. She would feel a spasm almost every thirty seconds and it would remind her that she needs to go to the bathroom soon. She cannot simply forget about the pressure anymore and shrug it off as an annoyance. It was constantly prodding her at this point. This was the kind of bladder pressure that when she is working or studying, she would stop whatever she is doing and find a toilet right away only she is stuck in a vehicle on a six to eight hour drive to Seattle and she had to use the short time she had to get there, so she had to simply hold it. She tried to take her mind off her bladder and focus on the road ahead, but the traffic was barely moving and her kidneys aren’t even nearly done processing the loads of caffeine that she drank. She can feel the peach tea, her morning pee, her orange juice and the urine from last night swishing and sloshing around inside her which was making her wince and all she can do is cross her legs and squeeze her thighs together as she had to have both hands on the wheel. At 12:30PM she was absolutely bursting! It was becoming impossible for Bailey to think of anything else and the freezing downpour outside was making things so much worse. Her bladder felt rock hard and it was starting to feel tight around the waistband of her skirt. She needed to go so bad, her body was literally sweating to keep it in. It was becoming intolerable and now she was starting to worry about the growing pressure inside her more than being late to the anime convention. The empty sixty eight ounce cup looked tempting to her, but she was a proper lady and not five years old and she had more dignity than that. As she reasoned to herself before, however painful this may become, she was going to have to hold it. Instinctually she took her right hand and shoved it against the crotch of her skirt, her eyes began to water and she clenches her teeth looking worryingly at the traffic delays ahead. She has been holding her urine for fifteen hours now and she was worried if things were going to get much worse. At the rate the pressure is going up, she was going to have a total toilet related emergency on her hands and she was starting to regret drinking that massive peach tea. An hour and a half later at 2:00PM, Bailey was starting to panic and she was in heavy pain. She was about to explode and get her convention outfit and car upholstery all drenched. The waistband of her skirt was pressing into her bladder and she was constantly opening and closing her legs. Her body was sweating profusely and she could feel the urine about to burst out. Her bladder even began to expand and push back against her waistband which is causing the bladder pressure to reach unbearable levels. She noticed that she started feeling horny as well and was having sexual thoughts about the guy she wanted to date and she started feeling wet, even briefly thinking about how good his penis would feel inside her vagina. She wondered what sex would be like while she is bursting for a pee, how it would intensify her pleasure of having his cock thrust in and out of her. It was obvious that her bladder was pushing against her g-spot. She felt a strong spasm and that brought her back to her reality, she was about to burst! She was about to burst in her cold car and it is pouring outside. She placed both of her hands on the crotch of her skirt, looking worryingly at the traffic delay and the rain on the highway. This was so similar to her situation back when she was fourteen years old, coming back from her trip to the museum and peeing herself as soon as she got to her home’s doors. A downpour and thunder storm outside and her face was all red and sweating and so embarrassed in front of her peers. No matter how much she begged teachers to pull over to a gas station, no matter how many tears she cried, she had to hold it for the entire two hour trip back, slowing leaking during the trip. The school was closed and she had to take the city bus home, waddling home afterwards and she peed herself outside of her parents’ home. She remembered that being the worst she ever had to pee in her life and now she was on that level again where she was worried about peeing all over her seifuku outfit and all over her car seat. “Oh my god. I’m going to explode.” Bailey moaned “Why can’t this traffic go any fucking faster?” The accident must be cleared up, isn’t it? How bad is this accident? It turns out that there was a severe car pileup which resulted in fiery crashes and multiple fatalities. She was lucky that this did not happen to her, but her situation isn’t so grand being stuck in a car for eight hours with a bladder that was about to burst. She would not allow this to happen to her. She will pee in a proper toilet like a decent and polite lady and not her empty sixty eight ounce cup. Bailey’s anxiety was spiking up and she started taking deep breaths, deeply breathing in and out and sighing in desperation on top of it while her legs and her bum began to gyrate. Her entire lower body eventually began to gyrate on top of that as she struggles with the pressure in her lower abdomen and her sighs turned into moans and groans. If she was wearing jeans, she could undo her button to relieve the pressure a bit but she didn’t even have that. That was not an option for her skirt, it is just going to continue to push into her lower abdomen and worsen her urge and she was so afraid of being impolite that she would not take off her skirt to relieve the pressure. She’ll just need to suffer for a while longer. The downpour continued and the traffic hasn’t gone any faster. In fact, it has gone slower for poor Bailey and her bladder pressure only continued to increase and increase and increase. Bailey was in even more psychological distress and her moans and groans have gotten louder in volume. It is an absolute emergency now and it is starting to hurt; her urethra felt like it was stinging and she could also feel the pressure in her vagina. She was constantly trying not to think of toilets and water temptations. Her eyes spelled horror and pain and it began to blush red. It was no longer just prodding her; the searing bladder pressure was always there inside her body sitting and expanding and it was never ending torture for Bailey. Her bladder no longer felt rock hard, it felt like a boulder is sitting inside her with steamy boiling water inside it. “Why is this happening to me?! Why did I drink that horrible peach tea? Oh god.” She thought. The traffic was slowed to the point where the traffic stopped moving. “Oh god, help me please.” She moved her other hand off the steering wheel and started to move it toward her crotch when she felt that something was off. She felt a large mass on her lower abdomen and she looked down and realized in horror what that large mass was. This was her painfully overfilling bladder. She looked five to six months pregnant. Her bladder was so distended and overstretched it looked like it was popping out of her lower belly as if she was actually carrying a child inside her. This really caused her to start losing her mind. She looked over at the clock and realized that it was 2:45PM, over seventeen hours without a pee and having to pee so much her bladder was stretched to the point where the skin on her lower belly was popping out. This was horrid, absolutely horrid! This urge is a lot worse than needing to piss on the bus from her trip to the Museum when she was in junior high. This was unlike any other urge she has ever felt before. She has never had to pee this bad in her entire life, she never thought it was possible to have her bladder this full. She needs to get to a service station right now before she pisses all over her car interior. The rain kept on coming down which tortured her and the traffic has barely moved an inch. She turns on the radio and hears a broadcast saying that all drivers need to remain in their cars as there is flooding on the highway. Afraid to look, but curious anyway, she looked out of her window and noticed that the highway was flooded with rainwater all the way up to the wheels of her car. She was practically driving in a river with rain that continued to come down like a bathtub faucet. Suddenly, she gasps as she feels a giant wave of urgency and she immediately holds up her skirt and places it against her bulge with one hand and shoves the other in her panties with her fingers going inside her vaginal canal. “Okay! Okay!” Bailey said out loud in a panic. “You are about to explode. Don’t think of water. Don’t think of water. Don’t think of water.” Bailey repeatedly said to herself until she is tempted by the water surrounding her car outside, visualizing herself as if she is driving a boat in a storm. Then imagining herself hitting a tidal wave which sets her boat upside down with her falling into the sea. “Don’t think of water… water... I’m thinking of water! I’m thinking of water!! I’m thinking of water!!!” As she said that a third time, tears begin falling from her eyes and she starts to sob. She kept thinking of a different image but still saw herself sinking into the sea with no hope of ascending, about to drown. “Oh god, is this really all my pee!?” She panicked and sobbed as she saw the ocean water turn yellow, turning into urine. She could no longer see the surface nor the ocean floor or any of her surroundings, instead she could only see walls closing in on her, further compressing her air until she wakes from her trance, feels a giant urgency wave worse than before and she felt a gush of pee spray onto her fingers and onto her panties. She just leaked her pee! She immediately starts screaming in a pained and panicked fury and places her fingers deeper into her vaginal canal. The front of her panties became saturated and her car upholstery and the back of her skirt was wet with her urine. It took all of her effort to stop it but felt even more pain as her panties and car seat were wet. The only audible sound that filled the car at this point was her screaming and crying in such distress. She couldn’t even do a thing to calm herself down. All she could think about was her horrid need to piss. She looked at her empty sixty eight ounce cup and cursed that sweet tea. That horrible, horrible sweet tea did this to her, making her feel like a boulder full of boiling urine is inside her abdomen and about to piss herself in her car just as she did when she was in junior high coming back home from the museum trip. She considered using the cup as relief but decided against it out of pride, wanting to piss like a proper lady should on a toilet, refusing to give in to the agonizing pressure inside her. Just then she notices a call from Selina. She continued to scream and cry in her car until she takes more deep breaths. If she asks, should she tell her the pain she is going through or lie? Hopefully she does not ask that. She swipes to answer, trying to hide the pain in her voice and trying not to cry as she struggles with the searing pressure and bladder contractions. “Sup Selina?” Selina immediately answers “Hey Bailey, are you still heading over to the convention?” “Yes I am.” Bailey felt another painful wave and covered her mouth for a second, then continued “Sorry, the traffic is kind of slow. The highway is flooded and there is some kind of accident again, am I late?” Selina notices something was off and was worried “You sound kind of nervous and fidgety, are you alright?” Bailey was worried that Selina found out what she was battling but quickly came up with a lie to deflect the concern “I’m alright, it’s just nerves that’s it. Sitting in a car for a long time can make me anxious.” Selina seemed to believe the lie. “That’s fine. They’ll go away.” The lie clearly worked. “Listen, I know this is going to sound disappointing and it will be a bitch to do this, but the event is being rescheduled because of the bad weather. Springfield and Seattle are declaring states of emergency because of flooding and property damage, this is the worst rainfall we got in a long time. We both need to return home now.” Even though Bailey was disappointed, she knew Selina was right. Still trying hard to hide the agony in her voice she says “That sucks but you’re right, the highway is completely flooded and I don’t want to be caught in the flooding.” Bailey shuddered when she said flooding, she continued “I guess we just spent an entire day on the freeway. Anyway, do you want to come over tomorrow morning?” Selina was delighted with this invitation “Oh, absolutely. We can spend the weekend watching movies and playing video games, considering the state of emergency is going to last until Sunday evening.” Bailey was horrified when she heard this, was she going to have to hold it for two whole days? That was impossible, what was she going to do? This was far too painful, she needed a toilet before she pisses herself or suffer damage to her body; she didn’t know which was worse in her panicked state. She held back a moan by covering her mouth with her left hand that was drenched in piss, she could smell the urine as the scent went up her nostrils, and the smell wasn’t strong considering that the drink hydrated her so much. “Bailey, are you there?” She quickly uncovered her mouth and replied “Yeah, sure. It’s just disappointing that we can’t go out and do things because of this. Will the lack of a functioning toilet be a deal breaker to you?” It certainly caused Bailey some frustration of not having a working toilet. “I can just pee in my own plastic cup or outside on the grass, it’s alright.” Selina giggled. “Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow then.” Bailey replied then hung up. Then she began to realize what she just did. “Is Selina going to see me like this?” she pondered “No I won’t let that be possible, I’ll find a place with a working toilet.” She saw an exit from the freeway up ahead, she went up the ramp onto the main street and then took the freeway back to Springfield Oregon. For most of her trip home, Bailey constantly wiggled and sobbed in her car constantly thinking about how she has to pee so unbelievably bad but has to hold it in for the rest of the day, horrified with the prospect that no establishment was open so she could release her scalding waters into a toilet bowl for the next two days. Her bladder pulsed painfully inside her, she cursed this day for causing her so much pain and suffering, and she cursed the sweet tea for putting her in this terrible state. That clerk warned her to not drink that sweet tea all in one go, she should have listened. Bailey instead ignored the clerk and now she has put herself in an absolutely horrible state such as this. She kept leaking on the way which made things worse. Even when she leaked, it gave her absolutely no relief from her torment, in fact the leaks worsened it. She was drenched in sweat, her grey panties were completely drenched in urine, her thighs glistened with her own pee and her bum and her vagina were completely coated and submerged in the urine puddle on her car seat. The only scent she could smell was the incredibly pungent smell of her own urine, it continued to go up her nostrils which not only grossed her out but reminded her that she needs to get to a toilet ASAP! She continued to sob and moan and she would continue to scream in panic and searing pain while being tortured by her own hellish environment, the flooded roads, the rain, the thoughts of water and toilets that she can’t stop thinking about and the slow traffic, the puddle of piss she was sitting in which submerged her ass and her pussy and the strong smell of her little accident in her car, all of it made it feel like the boulder in her lower abdomen is only getting bigger and the contents inside it getting more and more scalding. She even tried to give up and pee herself, but nothing would come out, she would just leak and leak and leak, never giving her any relief from the terrible pressure. It took her eight more hours to return to Springfield. The time was now 10:30PM. Bailey desperately looked for any gas stations or establishments that were open so she can relieve her horribly distended bladder, but they were all closed due to the state of emergency on her city. She has held her pee for twenty five hours, an entire day of pain, and an entire day of sitting in her car with a bladder that was horribly beyond exploding and she never got to go to the anime convention because of the weather. She pulled into her parking lot and she got at least some relief. She can finally move around. Her bum that is soaked with her piss is very sore from sitting all day, her abdomen is absolutely distended with her bladder sticking out and she has not had a piss in an entire day and her toilet is still broken and she cannot find any establishment that was open and had a working toilet. She took her empty sixty eight ounce cup, walked out of her car, locked it and waddled to her apartment while putting a hand on her bladder still suffering tremendous pain. Trying not to scream, she walked in and with all her strength, she immediately sprinted to the bathroom. Her toilet had still not been fixed. “This day is just awful, AWFUL! And now I need to sleep with a full bladder again, with all this piss inside me?!” She sobbed again, but eventually she did compose herself. She took off her shoes and socks, her skirt and her top and her bra and she looked at her panties. She had been leaking the whole trip home and they were completely soaked and smelled very strongly of urine. Disgusted, she took off her panties and threw them into the washing machine. Bailey then looked at her naked self in the mirror. She looked sexy, but the only thing that isn’t making her look sexy is this god awful ball of piss sticking out of her abdomen. She again put her hand on her massively distended bladder and felt that it was as hard as a bowling ball. Her skin did not give way no matter how hard she pushed it. Anybody can mistake her for being pregnant. This was terrible, this needed to come out of her body, but she can’t do that in her empty cup or go squat in the bathtub or on the grass, she had more dignity than that so she decided she was going to have to suffer more. Thinking of all she has gone through, Bailey looked at her vagina and her ass in the mirror. They were the parts of her body that were drenched the most in her urine. She spent hours sitting in it as it glistened her thighs and submerged both her butt and her pussy. She remembered that she needed to clean her car. Bailey quickly put her bra, her top, and her tie socks shoes and although the back of her skirt was wet from her accident, she put that on too. She didn’t bother putting panties on as she didn’t want to wet another pair and she was grossed out with the idea of wearing her already drenched ones. She got baking soda and made a soap solution and obtained a rag and went out the door. The heavy rain coming down on her was even worse than sitting in her car with the rain tormenting her. It felt so cold, the contents in her bladder no longer felt scalding. Instead, it was starting to feel like a ball of freezer burnt ice that was painfully sticking out of her. Then a thought crossed her mind, she was in the street and it was dark out and nobody could see her, she can discreetly pee in the street if she wanted to. Even when she is suffering this amount of pain, she kept holding it in as she believed a decent lady doesn’t urinate in the street. She opened her car door and bent downwards, holding back a moan as bending downwards squashed her bladder. She took her cleaning solution and put it on the rag, then she tried her hardest to scrub off the large urine stain that was apparent on her car upholstery. The rain was so cold on her body that she shivered and her bladder hurt even more, feeling like a frozen lake inside her lower stomach and the skin around her distended stomach feeling numb from the cold rain. Bailey groaned and moaned trying not to freak out. It absolutely hurts. To add to her torment, the cold water on the ground went right up to her calves as the parking lot became flooded. Again the thought crossed her mind that she should just piss in the rainwater, but again wanted to maintain decency but she was curious whether she could relieve herself here and now. With her pussy exposed, her ass hanging out and her legs spread, she relaxed and tried to let out a stream. Ten seconds pass and nothing came out. Was her bladder locked up from holding so long or was she just nervous to piss outside? She didn’t want anybody to see her in that position and she was going to behave like a polite young pregnant woman, only she wasn’t pregnant, her bladder was so overstretched that it felt like it was occupying much of her stomach which made her look that way. Her lower stomach began to feel like a giant freezer burnt ice cube, the cold was getting too much for her condition. She starting to rush the cleaning job. Eventually she finished cleaning the stain off her car seat, shut her door and then waddled painfully back to her apartment. Immediately after coming back inside, she was consumed with thirst. She knew it was not a good idea to drink anything else for the sake of her bladder or her kidneys but she hasn’t drunk anything else ever since that sweet tea and she needed to hydrate herself. Screw it she thought. She took her empty sixty eight ounce cup, went to her osmosis tap in the kitchen and sensibly filled it halfway with water so she doesn’t put too much additional strain on her organ. Bailey was a bit of a masochist for doing this to herself, but she had to take care of her other needs and her bladder was going to have to hold more. She would hold it no matter how painful it got until she can pee like a proper lady as she reasoned many times to herself on this particular predicament she was in. She drank out of her cup to her hearts content then felt her bladder painfully protest as her body began to process the loads of water she is putting into her body. She rubbed her swollen bladder in an attempt to calm it while she looks very uncomfortable. She rubbed her bulge as if she was actually carrying a child hoping to lessen pregnancy contractions. Due to her pride and caring about being a proper young lady, Bailey decided that she was going to have to sleep with all this piss inside her small petite and naked body. She took off her wet clothes and left them on the floor, not caring to put them away. To calm her nerves, she took a sleeping pill, turned off the lights in her apartment and went to bed at 11:00PM. Before she passed out in sleep, she had been feeling horny all day. She stuck her fingers inside her vagina again and massaged her clitoris. The masturbation felt more intense, she knew that she gets horny with a full bladder and the worse the pressure got the hornier she became. She wondered what sex was like with a bladder this full, maybe it would be very painful with his cock accidentally pressing on her absolutely exploding and distended bladder when he thrusts it in and out of her vaginal canal, but a girl can imagine. She eventually got tired, stopped massaging herself and went to sleep. Though it was hard to as she always felt the searing, once icy now scalding pressure inside her lower abdomen. She was surprised how much was actually inside her bladder, all sixty eight ounces of fluid in there and there was more to process into her overloaded organ in her tiny body. She tossed and turned all night, trying to ignore what’s inside her body, though she can still feel the horrid pressure inside her abdomen and she would quietly sigh and moan in her half-asleep state. The loads of water she drank was definitely having an effect on her and it will be even more so in the morning. She had drunk thirty four ounces of water which she was unaware that the water was also going to stream into her bladder on top of the over sixty eight ounces of urine already inside her. She was having very horrific aquatic dreams, showing her fall into the sea from a ship hit by the tidal wave and her falling into an icy lake. Then the dreams switched over to something else. She saw herself as a teenager again, rushing home face all red slowly pissing herself, but then she got to the door and let it all out. While she was unaware, urine started to dribble out of her bare vagina and onto the bed. Then the dribble turned into a stream and the stream into a gush. She unconsciously squeezed her thighs together and the gush stopped. Her vagina, her ass, her thighs, her legs and her bed was now completely drenched in piss. Her dreams also took a sexual turn, she dreamt that a man was having intense vaginal sex with her while she was beyond exploding to pee with her bladder sticking out. The vaginal lubrication leaked on the bed forming a small patch mixed with pussy juice and piss. As the hours passed, although half-asleep, Bailey was not conscious of the fact that her abdomen is noticeably getting much bigger as more and more water is pumped into her already terribly distended bladder. It was 6:30am in the morning, the weekend has just begun and Bailey has been thirty three hours without a pee. Her eyes opened and it seemed like the pain was gone, though she and her bed did feel drenched. She noticed that her naked body was covered in sweat and urine. This was her own. Why was this? Bailey looked under her covers and saw that she not only wet the bed in her sleep, but her abdomen looked bigger as if she was eight to nine months pregnant and the bulge protruded up to her ribcage. Bailey gasped, feeling anxious and horrified and immediately she felt her lower body feel like its ripping itself apart and she covered her mouth, went underneath her pillow and screamed in such agonizing pain. It felt that if she got up, her bladder would literally rupture and burst inside her. She could have made due with the pain from yesterday, but this was truly beyond unbearable. Seriously she could not stand it! Her bladder felt like an anvil that was falling towards the ground at high speed. She could feel massive pressure in her pisshole which caused her to gasp again and all the now scalding volcanic hot piss was moving towards her urethra. It felt like a volcano that was ready to erupt. She could feel her bladder press painfully against her pubic bone and her g-spot and even breathing would add to the already agonizing and horrible pressure inside her. She could also feel massive pain in her kidneys and her back and her sides, they were starting to have trouble processing liquids. She couldn’t even scream or cry anymore or even breathe, she couldn’t even moan, she could only gasp and wheeze because if she did anything else, she would feel a stabbing pain in her lower abdomen. The pain from her pelvic floor and her bladder was excruciating and the pain from her pubic bone hurts much worse when she touches it. Her spine ached and hurt so much and even her vagina ached excruciatingly from the pressure. Breathing also added much pressure to her bladder so she had trouble doing so, she felt so faint that it felt like she was going to pass out from both the lack of oxygen and the tremendous pain inside her tiny eighteen year old body. Bailey weakly grabbed her glasses from the table next to the bed putting them on and looking at what’s happening to her body. She was shocked at what she did to herself. “My god, I can’t take this. I can’t stand it!” Bailey faintly wheezed “How did I do this to myself?” Then she remembered, the piss from two nights ago is still inside her, the piss from yesterday morning is still inside her, the orange juice is still inside her, the sweet tea and now the water all inside her massively overstretched bladder. It seems that she never learned from her mistake. Her eyes were watering and tears started falling down. The pain is so beyond excruciating that many thoughts crossed her mind “Am I going to get a bladder infection? Is my pee going to start backing into my kidneys and making me sick?” On top of that, Bailey couldn’t stop thinking about water or toilets. “God I need to take a fucking piss and get all this piss out of me before I put myself in the hospital.” She whispered out loud but felt a huge stabbing pain in her bladder and lower abdomen, she gasped in pain but that made the pain intensify. Speaking or even whispering added to the pressure in her overfilled organ. Her body was being ravaged by a series of spasms and bladder contractions and urine continued to dribble out of her pisshole and making her inner and outer labia more drenched in her own pee, it was doing everything it can to force it out of her body but she has held it in for so long that only little leaks would come out. This torture she is doing to herself is Hell. This was making her feel sick, she began to get worried about doing some serious damage to her kidneys, but still held on to the belief that she needed to use a toilet like a proper lady and still refuses to urinate in her empty 68oz cup. She had to call Selina for help, but Selina wouldn’t be awake at this time in the morning plus she sleeps in. It was still dark out and the downpour and the thunder continued to torture her mind from her empty window as she continues to think about water and peeing into a toilet. She could not think of anything else, she constantly thought of water temptations and she cradled her distended bladder while she was attempting to clench her teeth, they only chattered. She laid on her bed for hours, moving her legs inward and outward and moving them up and down squirming in her bed and sweating like a faucet while she cradled her lower abdomen. Then it reached 9:30am, thirty six hours holding her urine. The pain reached a point where she could not take it anymore, she thought she was damaging her body doing this, she needed to get her piss out, now! Bailey got out of her bed in her naked and wet state but felt a really sharp pain in her abdomen which made her feel nauseous, her face looked so pale and she looked like she was in a state of absolute distress. She covered her mouth with her hands to stop the loud wheezing so her neighbors wouldn’t hear. She waddled to her broken toilet. Despite the fact that the flushing mechanism was still broken, she sat on it rubbed her bladder bulge and tried to relax. Nothing would come out. Was she suffering from retention? “My goodness, I have to go to urgent care! I need a catheter!” Bailey started crying heavily in the bathroom sitting on the toilet while all of the sudden, she heard her cell phone ringing. She got off the toilet and walked over to her cell phone on the coffee table. There was no hiding anything from Selina anymore, she was going to know from the stress in her voice and her crying, and she just couldn’t stop it. Bailey swiped to answer and immediately answered “Selina is that you?” Selina laughed out loud “Of course it’s me silly, didn’t you add me to your contacts list?” Just then Selina noticed Bailey’s gasps, wheezing and tears on the other end “Hey, what’s the matter? You don’t sound too good.” Bailey decided that she was going to tell Selina the truth, she couldn’t hide anything anymore. “Selina. I need help. I have to pee so badly! I can’t hold it!” Bailey started crying heavily on the phone to Selina in which Selina responds with disbelief “Well what are you doing talking to me about it?! You’re not a kid, you’re an adult. Just piss in your broken toilet or get a cup and don’t freak out like this.” Bailey felt a strong stabbing pain in her abdomen again and gasped “I can’t get it out! I’ve been holding it for a day and a half! Thirty six hours! You get me? I’ve been holding my piss for thirty six hours! I wasn’t able to find a place with a working toilet and the traffic was absolutely congested and now my bladder is sticking out! I’m in so much pain!” Bailey wheezed louder this time as her speaking added more pressure in her lower belly. Selina was horrified and angered at hearing this “Oh my god Bailey! Why didn’t you just piss in a cup or on the road?!” Bailey felt embarrassed by her friend’s angry tone but at least she was telling her friend the truth. “I don’t do that! I’m a lady and I need a toilet!” Selina got fed up with what she was hearing “That’s it! I said I’ll be coming over there to hang out with you, but I am going to come over there, hold my badly needed piss for a minute and force yours to come out.” She hung up the phone. For the next fifteen minutes, Bailey sat on a bar stool her legs an inch from her bladder her feet also on top of the stool. She was trying her best to relax and stop crying. It hurt so bad, the pain was becoming too much for her to bear and she wasn’t sure if her kidneys were in a healthy state anymore. She moved her fingers through her urine drenched labia back into her vagina. She couldn’t bear being in this state, but minus the pain in her back and her kidneys, she imagined being penetrated by a guy’s monster cock while she is in this horrible condition. She tried to imagine the effect on her massively distended bladder while having his penis deep inside her love canal and thrusting hard. No she thought, her bladder would probably rupture and her pubic bone would hurt even more. Oh how she needed help, she never thought it was possible to have to piss this bad that your stomach is protruding out of your body and your kidneys are hurting and you feel anxious and sick and about to pass out. This was a hell of a lot worse than coming back from that trip to the museum when she was in junior high. She could not find comfort on this stool, she carefully got up from the stool and walked over to the sofa so she could put on some TV. It pulled up The Shallows, a scene played where Blake Lively was swimming and wading through Jellyfish underwater and being chased by a shark. The setting reminded Bailey of the ocean that was sitting in her lower abdomen and she felt a sharp radiating pain move all over her stomach and she leaked and spurted on her sofa from her bare pussy. Great, she didn’t just pee on her bed but now she pissed on her sofa. She thought about calling 911 until she heard a knock at her door. Bailey carefully got up from her sofa. Making sure not to squish her own bladder, she opened her door and saw Selina. Selina had a ponytail with black hair and in her own seifuku outfit except it was blue. She has a very slim figure with B cup breasts and she stared at a naked Bailey horrified by what she was seeing in her lower stomach on her petite naked body as Bailey did a slow pee dance, looking horrified and sweating like a fire hose and gasping. “Good lord Bailey, what did you do to yourself?!” Selina yelled in anger while pointing at her bulge while briefly putting a hand over her crotch. “I’m busting for a piss myself but you? Goodness gracious, how can you put yourself through so much pain?! Why do you have to piss so much?” Bailey couldn’t even speak a long sentence “It… hu-hurts!” Selina went to the kitchen to grab a pint glass and placed it underneath Bailey’s vulva which was sopping with pee. “Seriously Bailey. Don’t worry about being a proper lady. Just pee. Get it out now!” Bailey pushed the cup away “I-I… I can’t. I’m going to ho-hold it. I need-“Just before Bailey could finish her sentence, Selina pulled Bailey angrily to her face grabbing her by her shirt. “I’m not asking you, I’m telling you! Take a piss right now and get that out of your body before you damage your kidneys!” Just then, Selina noticed the empty sixty eight ounce cup on her dresser, she noticed that there was remnants of water in it. “Holy shit, Bailey. Did you drink a soft drink out of this and then refilled it with water and drank it all out too? And you didn’t even tinkle?” Bailey nodded her head once. “I-I f-f-filled it with… water halfway. I h-h-had… sweet tea bef-before that.” This sentence caused Selina to completely lose it on Bailey, she was absolutely furious now. “You added caffeine in the mix too? What the hell is the matter with you?! Seriously, are you trying to torture yourself? For what?! Are you actually trying to get a kidney infection?! Bailey Porter, we are absolutely going in the shower enclosure right now!” Selina snapped, she felt a spurt in her g-string but she didn’t care. All she cared about was the state of her friend’s urinary health confused and infuriated that her friend has held it for a day and a half. On that note, Selina angrily dragged Bailey into her bathroom in her shower enclosure. She motioned for Bailey to stay on the shower enclosure drain and then she rushed into the kitchen to find a measuring cup. She wanted to know how much urine was inside her friend’s bladder and she was going to use the mega cup to relieve her own. She placed the gallon sized measuring cup underneath Bailey’s pussy and looked at her sternly. “Bailey, we need to get it out. Take as much time as you need, but you need to take a piss very soon.” Bailey squatted over the measuring cup and tried to relax and pee. Two minutes later and nothing came out, she only felt a sharp pain in her stomach which caused her to gasp. “It’s not working. I think I need to go to A&E.” Selina held Bailey by the shoulders “I just think you are not relaxed. You keep thinking about the pain in your body and it is only going to get worse and you’ll get tenser.” Selina put her hand on Bailey’s distended lower abdomen and rubbed it which caused Bailey to gasp in pain. Selina immediately took her hand away. “I’ll try and help you relax, if nothing happens then I’ll call an ambulance. Come sit with me on the sofa.” With that plan in motion, Bailey got up and painfully waddled with Selina to her sofa. The two girls sat on the couch watching The Shallows as well as 47 Meters Down. Selina is still holding her full bladder not wanting to torture Bailey with the sound of her relieving herself. Bailey’s bladder on the other hand was still horrifyingly overstretched and pressing against her pubic bone and she was in an absolutely horrible state physically and mentally and the watery images on her TV were making her mental state worse as well as her pain. Selina was rubbing Bailey’s back and her bladder that was sticking painfully out of her abdomen. It was filled with so much liquid Bailey thought her bladder was going to tear. “My god, this is going right up to your ribs. It looks like a giant bowling ball is inside you.” Selina said in shock and concern for her friend. Bailey was crying and she looked at her friend with her teeth chattering “It-it fe-feels li-li-like- one is inside me. I’m in so mu-mu-mu-uch p-p-p-pain. My back and my kidn-n-neys are hur-r-rting. I-I-I’m about to burst and-and damage my body! It s-s-s-so so bad that-at-at my bl-bl-bladder feeeels like it-its going t-t-t-to rupture a-a-nd it won’t come out!” Bailey continued to wheeze and writhe on her sofa. Selina can only look at Bailey in horror, it really hurt her to see her friend struggling like this, a lot more than that museum trip back in junior high. “It feels like its going to rupture?” Selina asked in surprise, and her friend nodded her head up and down. She looked at the clock and noted the time. It was 1:30am, forty hours her friend has held it in. Selina had tried to relax Bailey to no avail. “Selina, my back!” Just then Bailey noticed a very sharp and consistent pain in her back and her sides and her kidneys and winced in agony and making squealing sounds as if she is being tortured by a demon. Her lower abdomen felt like it was going to tear and her pubic bone felt like it was going to crack and her bladder literally felt like it was going to burst inside her. The pain was becoming too much for her to the point where she uttered a mix of pained moans and squeals and she felt like she was going to pass out. “It’s okay Bailey, take some deep breathes, I’ll get you to A&E.” Just as all hope is lost, a stream of urine squirted out of Bailey’s sopping pussy onto her sofa. “I think it’s starting to come out.” Bailey said in shock. Selina then grabbed Bailey and took her into the shower enclosure along with the measuring cup and the sixty eight ounce cup. Bailey squatted over the measuring cup and Selina held onto Bailey. “Now Bailey, do what you did before.” Her friend started tearing up “I can’t believe I’m doing this, this hurts so much but I need a proper-“ Selina became furious again with where Bailey’s words are going. “NO MORE EXCUSES!” Just then Selina wrapped her arms around Bailey’s severely distended bladder and squished it. The pain was blinding and absolutely horrible, Bailey gasped very loudly. Finally, all the liquid that Bailey’s bladder contained for forty hours straight comes out in a giant gush. It wasn’t just a gush, it was a literal spray as if it’s a shower head spraying urine coming right from her vagina and the pee looked as clear as water. This was not yet relief, this was still blinding and torturous for her to feel. The spray felt so painful, perhaps even more so than keeping the loads of piss inside her. Selina herself began relieving her bladder by pissing into the empty sixty eight ounce mega cup. Bailey’s face turned red from the pain and she was screaming and crying in her shower enclosure. “Selina, please stop!” Her friend however isn’t having any of it “Are you kidding? Look at that measuring cup!” They both saw that the searing liquid has filled the cup past one quart and Bailey wasn’t even done pissing out what she has battled with since that trip to the anime convention. “How could you have done this to yourself?” Selina growled in anger as she finishes her pee. Bailey on the other hand was still pissing hard into the measuring cup. Her bladder isn’t as distended as it was before, it was decreasing in mass as more and more piss came out. Selina was horrified by what she was seeing. The liquid was filling the measuring cup past two quarts now with no sign of stopping. It took a total of three minutes for Bailey’s bladder to completely empty. Her stomach bulge was gone and she sighed, finally relieved of the pain inside her tiny petite body. Her pelvic floor however was seriously strained and hurting and her kidneys still burned, but not as bad as before. “Oh my god Bailey, look at that.” Both she and Selina looked at the measuring cup. It went past three point two quarts. “The bladder usually can hold under five hundred milliliters before it gets really urgent above that. You pissed out a little over three litres, you were just one away from a gallon. Your bladder could have ruptured and you could also have suffered serious kidney damage. How could you have put yourself through this torture? Are you out of your mind?” Bailey did not know how to respond. “I just wanted a proper toilet.” Selina growled again at her friend “Well consider what could have happened to you! You weren’t helping your situation by holding in that what must have felt like a giant stone inside your body. If everything in your body hurts like that, you need to let it out. I don’t care if you would do it in your panties or one of your sexy g-strings or whatever, I don’t EVER want to see you go through that again!” Bailey then kneeled on the ground looking right at the measuring cup she pissed in and saw how full the gallon measuring cup is. Embarrassed, Bailey started crying, the smell of her own piss filling her nostrils. Selina then realized how harsh she was with her words, she kneeled down to Bailey and moved the measuring cup. “Come on, you don’t need to be smelling your own piss.” Bailey took the measuring cup back and kept it close to her. “I’m already covered in my own sweat and pee, the smell of my own pee reminds me of what I went through. Oh god, my pubic bone is hurting still.” She held on to her left side of her pubic bone and had one hand underneath her vagina wincing in pain. “It’s okay Bailey. We’ll get you to a doctor to check you out. I also think we should check out your bladder and your kidneys too just to make absolute sure they are okay. You’re not going to go through this by yourself.” Bailey looks up to Selina and smiles. “Thank you Selina.” The two girls hug and then Bailey went to sit down on her sofa that was soaked with her urine and Selina went over to get her cell phone. Bailey went through some serious pain, and Selina believed that it was in her best interest to go see a doctor to get herself back to normal after such a painfully long holding of her urine inside her massive and painful bladder. Her pelvic floor was going to take time to recover from this horrific ordeal. She did not know how she got to this point, but what is done is done and she believes that this is the worst pain she has ever experienced in her life and vows never to put herself in this position or to experience this kind of bladder pressure ever again, or so she believed. This was truly a petite girl's wet plight.
  9. prologue To a lot of people, Tennessee was a cold and sometimes harsh person. She was as tough as battleship armour, her temper like the hellfire of her guns. She kept people at arm's length, an aura of hate deflecting them away. She was athletic and dedicated to her duty, she was after all the head of training, but she was what many would call a bitch. But all was not as it seemed. The truth was that it was all an act. Tennessee was insecure and afraid. She was terrified that any friends she had would leave her, or be lost. Tennessee hid in work and behind her foul but false temper. She was severely lonely and thought that one day she would go insane. She had methods to help her cope, training hard, fighting the sirens, and crying almost without end in her room, though no knew the last one. She had one more technique, one she found to be the most effective, letting out an ocean worth of pee. She had an enormous bladder, one of the perks of being a battleship, and she saw it as just another muscle to be trained. Her file stated she had an estimated bladder capacity of 6835ml, her own efforts had undoubtedly made that figure larger. The feeling of letting all that urine out was not some much orgasmic as it was relieving. It boiled inside her all-day, building up like her rising stress, before rushing out all over the floor. It was like her worries were draining from her with the warm liquid. For her, it was all about the release. I was too stressed out to write a full chapter today, so here is a small prologue. This story follows on from ALOA:Founding and is part of a larger universe. Sorry for the lack of Omo in this post and thanks for reading. Chapter 1 proper coming soon
  10. 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.
  11. 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.
  12. 10 am, Friday morning. A loud alarm is blaring in a lone girls bedroom. She reluctantly reaches out from under the covers to silence the alarm, just so she can have a few more minutes of blissful rest. Before long her mom was hollering for her. "Holly it's 15 past 10, it's time to wake up!!!" "I'll be down in a bit!!!" Today was going to be a very long day. Not only did Holly have Uni classes, but she also had plenty of Turf Wars that needed to be waged. She was looking to finally ascend to the fabled X rank for Splat Zones, her worst game mode. Leaving no time to waste, Holly quickly got out of her bed and went downstairs to grab some morning grub "Morning sweety! Sleep well?" "Slept about as well as I could. I'm just too excited to sleep" "So i've heard. You'll be playing to get into X rank for Zones today?" "Yep!" "I'll be rooting for you sweety! I remember my X rank entry game from back in the day. Just keep your head in the game, communicate with your team, and you'll be fine" "Thanks mom! I'll be sure to make you proud" Hollys mom was a very accomplished competitor back in her prime. Taking multiple 1st place finishes with her squad. They were at some points in their career considered unbeatable. Holly hoped to one day live up to her moms legacy with her own squad, the Squids Next Door. After eating some homemade Schwaffles Holly went on about her usual morning routine. Taking a morning shower, brushing her beak, and getting changed into her outfit for the day. White Striped LS, Black & Pink track shorts, and Blue Moto Boots. After taking a moment to make sure her Hair Clip was properly secured she was ready to go. She put on her backpack and left for Uni. "See you when I get back!" "Be careful sweety!" Upon leaving her house Holly broke out into a sprint to meetup with a special friend of hers. On her way to their meeting place she stopped by the Crust Bucket to grab a drink for the two of them. With both drinks in hand, she walked on over to their usual meeting place, a table in the heart of Inkopolis, and waited. Before long Holly could see her friend Caitlyn off in the distance. She got up from her chair to greet her with a big warm hug "Hey girl" "Hi Holly. How's your morning been?" "It's been fine haha. Here, I grabbed you your favorite" "Awww. Thank you!" Caitlyn took the drink and the two began walking to Uni together. Caitlyn was the one friend of Hollys that's been with her from the very beginning, all the way back in the lower depths of C rank. Plenty of members have come and gone from Squids Next Door, but Caitlyn was a true OG. As they walked to Uni Caitlyn brought up the matches for the day "So looks like at 2pm we'll be playing against Chimera in Splat Zones. If we can take a 3 of 5 set off of em we should have X rank guaranteed when the rank postings get posted on Monday" "Chimera's tough. I'm sure we can take em" "Only if all 4 of us bring our A game. Please don't use one of your odd secondaries, go with the regular Heavy Splatling. We could use your Splash Walls for Port Mackeral and Walleye Warehouse" "Are those seriously the maps we're playing on? Oh my cod this is almost free" "Don't say that Holly. Chimera is easily the most powerful team in S+. We really need to be prepared for this one if we want X rank" "Alright, alright haha. Heavy Splatling only" "Good" Holly and Caitlyn continued to talk about their game plan for the matches as they waled to Uni. Both the girls finished up their drinks as they walked. After walking for a few miles they were at the Shellendorf Institute. They parted ways so they could both go to their respective class for the day. On the way to her class Holly noticed that her drink went through her at a much faster rate than normal. "This is a bit annoying, there's no bathrooms close to the classroom" Despite hating the idea, Holly decided to hold it through the lecture. Besides, this lecture was super important, and her professor hated tardy students. She walked into the classroom and took her seat. Todays lesson was on the history of civil rights for Octolings, a topic that Holly took great interest in. She admired the immense determination of those early leaders that pushed for equality for Octolings. If it wasn't for their efforts, Octolings may have still been segregated from Inklings. Throughout the lecture Holly kept getting signals from her body that she needed to find a bathroom once she was out of her class. By the time she had gotten out of her class she was starting to get very needy for a bathroom. "Good cod that took longer than I though. What time is it?" 1:30pm "Dammit. I barely have enough time to get to my matches" Holly packed up her things and booked it to her match at Port Mackeral. She ran to the bus stop, got on the bus, and was dropped off at Port Mackeral with about 5 minutes to spare. When she got off the bus she was eagerly looking for the bathroom. "I'll just go pee real quick, then curb stomp Chimera and get X rank" As she was walking over to the bathrooms she noticed the fairly long line of Port Mackeral workers waiting to use the facilities. Port Mackeral closes at 2pm for Turf Wars, so some of the workers were taking the time to stop by the bathroom before going home. Holly was going to be late to her match if she waited through this line. "Forget this!" Holly walked away and looked for her team. As she was walking away her body sent her a strong warning. Holly was starting to get very full, but nothing was going to stop her from finally getting X rank. After walking a little bit further she met up with the rest of Squids Next Door. Caitlyn, Derrick, and Jenn "Geez Holly, you really cut it close this time. We thought we were gonna have to be a team of 3 for this first match" "As if! I aint about to leave you all on your own like that" The team walked throught he entrance to the port and went to their designated locker room. The team loaded up, and waited to swim up to the spawn kettle. While standing in line Holly shuffled around a bit to herself to shave off her need for the bathroom. This caught Caitlyns attention. "Holly, you good?" "Yeah! I'm just super excited, that's all" "Are you sure? It almost looks like you need to go to the..." "I'M FINE!" Before Caitlyn could say anything else the team got the green light to swim on up to the Spawn Kettle. The team changed into human form and awaited for the match to begin. Hollys legs kept shuffling around and crossing a bit while they waited for the match to start. Before long the horns blared and they were off to their positions. Since Holly was using the Heavy Splatling she was designated as the team lead for the push. She rushed on over to the first point and quickly painted it to capture it. Derrick followed behind her with his Splattershot, while Jenn took to the left side with her Soda Slosher. Caitlyn swam up top on a cargo box and took aim with her Splatterscope. Before long Chimera also took their Zone, and started to push to take their zone. With a little bit of patience, Holly and Jenn went down the right lane and flanked Chimera at their weakest point. After taking out the team they took the second zone and started counting the clock down from 100. While standing in the enemy zone Hollys body decided to let her know about her previous issue with keeping it all in. It sent out a signal strong enough to halt Hollys movement for a moment so she could compose herself. In that exact moment Holly got taken out by Chimeras E Liter 3k user. The rest of the battle was grueling for Holly. As the match continued on her body kept telling her she needed to find a bathroom and fast! Despite her body being overtaken by this need Holly pressed on. They won Game 1, then Game 2. "OOOOOOOOH!" Holly was nearing her limit. As she had taken her position in Port Mackeral for Game 3 her need was too much to ignore. When she wasn't shooting the enemy team she was holding herself to keep it all in. Holly was blushing a bright pink, and Caitlyn had taken notice of this behavior from her perch "Holly are you sure you're okay? If you need to pee we can halt the match for that. We do still have a timeout available" "SHUT UP AND WIN THIS MATCH!" "Holly, i'm serious. I don't want you to pee yourself out there. Derrick and Jenn are concerned" "I'M FINE!" The match continued on. After what seemed like an hour Squids Next Door took the set off Chimera 3-0. By the time the team swam back to the locker room Holly was a stumbling mess. 'BATHROOOOOOOOM!" Holly bolted for the bathroom. She didn't care about shaking Chimeras hands and saying ggs, she needed to pee NOW. She was frantic, in her rush for the bathroom she failed to notice that the one closest bathroom was occupied by a Port worker. As Holly pulled on the handle her body grew weak from holding it in for so long and let a small spurt out. Hollys hand shot down into her to keep the spurt from becoming a full blown stream. "PLEASE! NOT NOW! I'M SO CLOSE!" She was frantic, she could only think about where the next closest bathroom would be. The next closest bathroom was a flight of stairs above her. Holly ran for the stairs with her hands still jammed down in between her. Upon reaching the stairs she realized that this was going to be a very daunting task. She took one step at a time, making sure to keep it all in. About halfway up the stairs her body relaxed again and let another spurt out. Holly had reached her limit, and she wasn't having anymore of this. She needed to pee, and she was going to do anything she needed to do to get to a bathroom. She ran up the last bit of stairs and exited out into the hall. She made a frantic run down the hall to get to the bathroom. While running she let out yet another leak, however this one was big and strong enough to let out a little hiss as it soaked into her panties and shorts. "I...I'm so close...Please...Just a few more steps" Holly couldn't move. There she was, right in front of the bathroom, but there was so much pee inside of her that if she moved another inch she was going to lose it. "Please...Please...Please...I'm not a kid, I can make it" Holly slowly inched her way towards the door. each little bit of movement made a tiny spurt of pee escape into her clothes. She was right in front of the door. "YES...I MADE IT..." As she reached up to open the door her body had enough of this. Despite all of her efforts her body had given up. Her lower half relaxed and Holly knew she had lost this battle. "NO!" Despite giving it her all, warm pee forced its way out of her and into her clothes. There was no stopping it anymore. Her pee had been begging to escape for hours, and now it was escaping. Holly fell to her knees while gripping the door handle and preceded to full blown wet herself. Pee was getting all over her Blue Moto Boots, and onto the front of her White Stripped LS. She didn't care. All Holly cared about was this amazing feeling of relief she was feeling. Her breathing had turned into a quiet moan as she continued to pee. Her nether region was burning from the immediate relief, hours of tiresome holding finally ending. Before long Holly was surrounded by a giant puddle of her fluids. After another minute she was finally empty. Surrounded by a lake of pee the reality of the situation was starting to settle in. Holly, a now X ranking competitor, had wet herself right in front of the bathroom. The reality of the situation was too much for her. Blushing a bright pink, and soaking wet, she began crying to herself. How could she wet herself like this? Here she was a 19 year old Inkling, and she was peeing herself as if she was a little girl. She sat in her puddle and cried for a few more minutes before deciding to get up and do something about this. Fortunately there was a Janitors closet not too far from the accident. Holly took out a few towels and plopped them into the puddle to start cleaning up. While she waited for the towels to soak up as much as they could she entered the bathroom to look at the damages in the mirror. She was drenched. Thankfully she couldn't see much of a wet patch on her shorts, but there was still a noticeable wet patch in the black color. The front bottom of her shirt was stained a darker color from holding herself as she peed. Her panties were completely soaked. The feeling of the warm panties against her nether regions burned. Looking at all the damages was humiliating. "Thank god no one saw this. I'm pretty sure I would've died" Once she was done taking off her boots to empty them from pee Holly quietly exited the bathroom to finish cleaning up her accident. After making sure everything was cleaned up she discarded the used towels and began her stealth mission to get home without anyone seeing her like this. Thankfully by this time the sun had gone down, so it was dark outside. Holly could avoid walking under bright lights, and no one would see that she had wet herself. After a long and cold walk home Holly finally made it home. Peeking through the back window she saw all the lights were turned off. "Good, moms asleep" Holly took off her Blue Motos and socks, and left the boots outside to air dry. She carefully entered the house, tiptoed up the stairs, and locked her bedroom door behind her. Holly placed a towel down on her computer chair and took a moment to sit down and calm down. This entire day was a lot more mentally tasking than it should've been. After a few minutes Holly took off her clothes, started a load of laundry, and took an extra long shower. 10am came around a lot faster than Holly had expected. In her pj's she went downstairs to grab some breakfast. "Morning sweety! How was your matches yesterday?" "We got em mom. a swift 3-0 over em" "Congratz honey! Be sure to eat up, I made your favorite" "Thanks mom" As Holly ate her food her mom took out the trash. Upon coming back in her mom noticed her Blue Motos outside "Holly, why are your Blue Motos outside? And why do they smell really bad?" Holly dropped her fork and froze. In the heat of the moment she blurted out the first thing that came to mind "I stepped in some really foul thing at the Port. I left em out to dry" "Doesn't look like it helped. I'll clean them up for you, don't worry" Holly exhaled a sigh of relief, and continued to eat her victory breakfast. She deserved it after all she had been through. Hope you guys enjoyed my first fanfic! I welcome criticism, so if there's anything I can do better please let me know. Thanks for reading!
  13. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    Hooray, I'm not dead! Anyway, here is one of the commissions I finished last week!
  14. oh god ok here we go. ive been wanting to make a thread for my art since 2017 but i only really draw sketches? um . anyways ive been on a roll for drawing uh. well. it's my fan design for paul from p*tscop (censoring so this shit doesnt come up when you search it anywhere LMFAO) i am just simply gay yknow. i have a comic of him too that i made thats pretty shitty... lmao before u ask hes a trans man so dont like. be weird abt the fact he has boobs. who cares ok. anyways i plan on updating this thread more (mostly w this guy) and maybe? upload my art for a character from an extremely niche webtoon i adore to death lol..! i got art for a character from an obscure indie game too. idk if anyone would want to see that but like. yea. anyways thanks for coming have a nice day
  15. prologue To a lot of people, Tennessee was a cold and sometimes harsh person. She was as tough as battleship armour, her temper like the hellfire of her guns. She kept people at arm's length, an aura of hate deflecting them away. She was athletic and dedicated to her duty, she was after all the head of training, but she was what many would call a bitch. But all was not as it seemed. The truth was that it was all an act. Tennessee was insecure and afraid. She was terrified that any friends she had would leave her, or be lost. Tennessee hid in work and behind her foul but false temper. She was severely lonely and thought that one day she would go insane. She had methods to help her cope, training hard, fighting the sirens, and crying almost without end in her room, though no knew the last one. She had one more technique, one she found to be the most effective, letting out an ocean worth of pee. She had an enormous bladder, one of the perks of being a battleship, and she saw it as just another muscle to be trained. Her file stated she had an estimated bladder capacity of 6835ml, her own efforts had undoubtedly made that figure larger. The feeling of letting all that urine out was not some much orgasmic as it was relieving. It boiled inside her all-day, building up like her rising stress, before rushing out all over the floor. It was like her worries were draining from her with the warm liquid. For her, it was all about the release. I was too stressed out to write a full chapter today, so here is a small prologue. This story follows on from ALOA:Founding and is part of a larger universe. Sorry for the lack of Omo in this post and thanks for reading. Chapter 1 proper coming soon.
  16. I want to say this my girlfriend is NOT into omo at all, I came clean and said to her I liked it and she said she doesnt care, shes just never going to do it for me because she doesn't even want to dare to try it) So today I was at my girlfriend's house and we were casually hanging out, cuddling, watching TV as we normally do. She was wearing one of my hoodies, it was red with white strings, and a pair of thin black tights which were see through, and you could see she was wearing pink panties underneath, (and my girlfriend does have a nice backside too so seeing her ass turns me on) we were cuddling when all of a sudden she whimpers a little and shoves her left hand into her crotch and tightens her legs and I looked over and stupidly said "what's going on? You ok?" Even though I knew she would have to pee. She looked up at me and smiled "Yeah but dont worry I'll just go use the washroom" and she smiled and kissed me on the lips and got up and I waited for her, wondering if by chance she could have even a minor leak or something. I was sitting when I hear a loud slamming noise and banging on a door, and I heard my girlfriend screaming in an anime kinda voice. "Get out! I gotta pee!" She yelled and pounded on the door, her brother was In there, as he came over for the day, and let me say her brother is a bit of a cuck, and I felt bad for her "He shouldn't be too long, you can hold it.. right?" I replied hesitantly and she shrugged in response "I Hope.." she simply replied doing a pee dance squeezing her big thighs together and putting her hand in between her legs 15 minutes later and the bathroom door wasn't open, and she was sitting on the floor with her knees hiked up, I could see her panties through her tight pants and I could see cameltoe through her panties, but I couldnt make out of there was a little wet spot, I dont think she leaked at all, and then she shoved her hands back in between her legs. And very shortly her brother opened the door, and in all the years I knew her she never got up so fast.. she bolted into the bathroom and didnt even lock the door behind her and all k could hear was *pshhhhh* as she peed full force into the toilet and, jesus it was loud.. I stood and listened outside the door but around the corner so my feet weren't visible, and I heard very faint little whimpers and moans, she was happy to be releasing her bulging bladder into the toilet and when she flushed I went back to the couch and she came out and sighed in relief "Better?" I turn around chuckling as she climbs onto me and kisses me with passion, as she gently pulls my bottom lip romantically and gaze Into each others eyes, and she rested her body on me and gripped her hands onto the collar of my shirt and rested there for an hour and slept fin
  17. Hello Omo community! I've been a member of this site for a little over 5 years now, but I'm kind of shy and mostly just keep to myself. That being said, something happened a few days ago that I just felt like I had to share. So I'll start with some background info, My fiance doesn't really know about my fetish, I've made some comments before, and one time she accidentally wet herself (that may be a story for another day!) and I admitted that it really turned me on, but she definitely doesn't know the extent of what I like. (Diapers, ageplay, etc.). I hope that one day I can tell her everything but I'm just not ready to do that and I'm happy with what we have even without sharing this side of myself for now. So on to the actual story! We recently traveled to visit my mom for an early Thanksgiving. My mom lives in rural Georgia about 6 hours from where we live now in the Atlanta area. My fiance has recently started taking medication that can cause her to desperately need to go with little to no warning. It doesn't happen very often but she has admitted to me that she's had several close calls and a couple of full blown accidents, but never when I was around. On our way back from my mom's we stopped for icecream. I think that this was the catalyst for what happened next. The interstate that we have to take cuts across the middle of the state (I-16 for my GA readers) and there are long stretches of absolutely nothing. We were in one of those areas when it started. I was driving and I hear moaning from the passenger seat. She looks at me with complete desperate fear in her eyes and tells me she needs to go. I told her that it was about 15 miles before there was going to be anywhere to stop. She moaned even louder. It was starting to really turn me on, but at the same time I felt so sorry for her because I know that she was so embarrassed. She got more and more desperate. She started biting her lip and begging me to drive faster. She grabbed me by the shoulder and moaned even louder, muttering that she wasn't going to make it, and that she didn't want this to happen with me in the car. She begged for me to pull over and let her run into the woods but I told her the interstate was too busy and someone might see. She got very still and asked me to grab the blanket from the back seat so she could sit on it to keep the mess off the seat, but once she had the blanket she was to afraid to lift up and put it under her and she just kept repeating, "it's going to come out" almost crying now. The last few miles to the exit were quiet. Just a few small moans while she sat there clutching the blanket and trying her best to be a statue. I encouraged her the whole time and told her it was going to be ok no matter what happened. I honestly felt very torn, because I knew this situation was terrible for her, but I was so turned on I could barely stand it. I wanted to be compassionate and encouraging, but I also wanted her to completely lose control. We finally made it to the exit and I pulled into a restaurant. She ordered me to stop at the door, and ran out of the car the second I stopped. When she came back she told me that she barely got her leggings down in time, but that she made it. I thought that y'all might appreciate that story. Didn't realize it'd be that long when I started but I hope you enjoyed it!
  18. View File Locked Out! Katie returns from work in a white top and black mini skirt bursting for a wee after being stuck in traffic. Little does she know that the door is locked and she can't get in! She tries to hold herself, but it's too much, and she sits outside and hard through her panties. Amazingly, the miniskirt is pee-proof, and Katie makes a lake of pee, so her panties are swimming in her piss. She rubs her pussy through her knickers dipping her fingers into her pee puddle - even her top gets wet! She pulls down the skirt at the front, and all the pee runs off the seat. Katie stands up and turns to show you the full damage - the back of her panties are almost see thru Submitter melikai Submitted 12/08/2019 Category Desperation Clothing Panties/Undies  
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    Hello again. MKFan200 here with another animation...at a whole whopping 5300 frames! Geez! I'm actually shocked on this one because I didn't intend for it to go on that long; but it ended up doing exactly that. What a pain...I won't be doing another like this one for awhile now. It's actually longer than 2:30 minutes; which was not the intention. I made a small story for this...Kairi, Namine, and Xion are on a vacation at a getaway resort; and have their own little cottage to themselves. During that morning, all three girls are feeling the effects of drinking too much juice from a party yesterday...now they all really have to go! They didn't even bother getting dressed because all three are that desperate...but alas...the bathroom has only two toilets!? Who will go first!? I had this one done for awhile now; but it was only now that I decided to upload it. This one had numerous problems due to the models...all of them had SOME issue that I ran into while animating this. Even now in completed state, the Namine model is going to look weird. Idh why...perhaps it was because it was a base model for rigging clothes on...that's really it...I have nothing beyond that guess. I also had to use two Kairi models for what I was going with (one wearing underwear, one nude)...which is why you'll see her panties change color when she's taking them off. And for the life of me, I can't find a model for a pair of white panties that isn't attached to a model...so I had to make do with what I had. Still...I made do and a couple people (1 person) said it looked great prior before release...so I hope you all enjoy this one. To the individual who was reviewing my animations, I did try to make it transparent...but I need to play with it more before I try that more often. If the transparency isn't set to the right spot, it ends up looking like water...so it'll look more solid for a bit until I get better with it. In addition, I updated all of my videos...all of them now have credits to where each resource used was found. CREDITS Kairi and Namine in underwear: Reseliee Xion: I was unable at this time to find the maker...I will have to give a raincheck on the credit here for now Toilet: MocaAngel Nude Kairi base: Kazuki9484 Bathroom: swiftcat-mooshi Outside stage: MMD3DCGParts Doors: ろっし Panties: amiamy111 Pee effect by E教授: 水/液体/流体シミュレーションver2.0

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  20. Brooklyn left and Cleveland right Drip, Drip, Drip. Brooklyn slowly leaked as she walked down a dark path on the way back to her house. She was flanked on either side by shrub and bush, which reached up to her knee height. She slowed down to crawl and then abruptly stopped. She felt a quarter-sized wet spot appear in her underwear as her first major leak came. "Come on Brooklyn, just another minute and it will be over" she whispered to herself, thinking of the small pre-fab that made up her private quarters which lay just up the path. She began to walk but suddenly stopped. Her Bladder was overfull, and she knew it. "Pull yourself together girl," she said, "You're almost there". Focusing herself only on the thought of getting home, she took one step and something inside her snapped. The drips became more intense, she crushed her thighs together. The drips turned into another spurt, her black panties held it back and hid the evidence. The spurt became a slight stream, she crammed both her hands into her crotch. "Not now, I'm so close," she said weakly. Brooklyn shuffled her feet forward. The stream broke through her dam. Brooklyn's breathing became heavy and erratic as she felt the warmth spread across thighs and vagina, she heard the splattering on the ground as her pee seeped through her panties and over her gloves. Her cheeks became as hot as her piss and she closed her eyes to hide. She removed her hands from her crotch and let them flop by her side. After a while, her stream tapered off, and she was able to stop herself from peeing anymore. Brooklyn ran as fast as her legs could carry her to her quarters, she could feel her damp stocking stick to her legs, but her panties had fallen a little and did not touch her privates. She slammed it shut behind her, panting hard, before slumping down against the door. The floor beneath her became damp as she rested there for a moment. She picked herself up and inspected herself, glancing down to her shoes, she saw that her stream had soaked a large portion of her stockings. She wiggled her feet and felt the small puddle of pee inside them, her toes splashed in the pee as it had shifted towards the front of her shoes during her mad dash. "That felt good," she said to herself. "I bet it did Brook, looked relieving". Brooklyn's eyes widened and she died internally, she had completely forgotten about her roommate and girlfriend, Cleveland. "OH SHIT," she thought out loud. Too be continued I'm sorry for not posting yesterday. I originally wanted this story to be longer, but I decided to split this into 2 chapters to be easier on my attention span. That will be coming soon. thanks for reading.
  21. WARNING: Full nudity. Black girl holding her pee to the point of... https://de.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5dec9e8ea2331
  22. This is my first attempt of a series of short stories I plan on making, if the feedback is good I'll be motivated to write more! Also this helps me become a better writer, I hope to one day be a pretty popular writer on here, so let's see! (This will be a fiction series) On a bright sunny morning of November the sun was shining brightly through kaileys blinds as the alarm on her phone was going off. "Ughh.." she groaned and stretched checking the time and she wasn't late, thankfully, yesterday she woke up 20 minutes late and barely made it out the door, but she wasn't letting that happen today. She got out of bed and took off her pink pjs and took off her plain white panties and threw them on the floor and grabbed a pair of adorable pink panties with little white hearts all over them and she matched that wonderfully with a pink bra, and while she was checking herself out in the mirror she held her Crotch and groaned "gotta empty the morning bladder" she said to herself and put on a black skirt that went quite a bit above the knees.. but she didnt care, she liked the attention and, deep down occasionally she would like to tease the guys that tried to look up her skirts, she found enjoyment in that, she also loved the fact that she was absolutely beautiful and claimed to be the most beautiful girl in grade 11, her luxurious blonde hair captured the attention of most guys, and she always made it soft and wavy in the morning so it flowed beautifully down her back and shoulders, her eyes were an ocean blue and her face was soft and cute, she was pretty curvy and she also had a set of nice breasts which she took pride in greatly! After she emptied the main drain she sighed in relief and got to getting ready and soon she was out the door! She said goodbye to her parents and went on with her day and met her best friend Jessica down the street and they hugged and bounced up and down, kaileys skirt bouncing up and down with her opposite body movements and they giggled and chatted the whole way on the bus, the 2 girls were both beautiful, both blonde and both kinky, making a perfect little friendship. They arrived to school and kailey went to the cafeteria and got a milk to start her day and they walked throughout the school before finding a spot to sit for the next 20 minutes before the bell rang, they chatted and giggled the whole time as kailey drank her milk and Jessica sipped her coffee Jessica saw under the table that kaileys legs were spread and she saw her panties "nice pink panties, they look adorable on you" she said and kailey giggled wiggling on the seat keeping her legs spread, not afraid for people to see "Thought I'd tease a few boys today and give them something nice to look at" she giggled and kept them spread out as guys looked at her but not up the skirt.. yet. The bell rang for first period and the girls waved goodbye, kailey was starting her day off with English class, followed by Math, 2 classes which which she was pretty good at.. she pulled out her big water bottle and set it on the very right corner perfectly of her single desk and pulled out her textbook and she remembered 'oh shit, I've got a science test 4th.. I completely forgot' she thought and twirled her thumbs in her beautiful silky hair.. the day dragged on and she kept drinking from her bottle, filling her bladder, she didnt have a really big bladder, so 4 little bottles of water was enough to fill her little bladder. When it was lunch time a few hours later, she was studying for her science test, she was with Jessica again sitting outside as guys walked by and she had her legs spread and guys walked by looking and peering up and she giggled, but Jessica noticed that she was squirming pretty badly "Kayls?" "Yeah?.." she said and turned her legs facing her and tightened her big thighs together "You gotta pee?" She smirked and leaned forward looking up to her on the table, kailey blushed with a red hot face "Maybe.. yes very badly, but I've gotta study for this damn science test, and I cant miss out or I'm just gonna forget" she said whining a bit letting out a whimper which turned Jessica on and she reached up her skirt and touched herself briefly lining the squirming and whining "Mhm, well go use the bathroom you've still got 5 minutes" she giggled and kailey nodded and went to use the bathroom, and when she found it and went inside all the stalls were full and there was girls waiting right in line 'oh my God are you fucking kidding me..'she said and left and went to get her stuff and Jessica was there on her phone "better?" She asked smiling "The bathroom is fucking full" kailey groaned and got her stuff and put it in her bag "Well the bell is gonn-" and as Jessica said that the bell rang and kailey groaned "Mr Macdonald better let me piss.." she said "If not you could go in your panties" Jessica said giggling "No, that's disgusting I dont wanna ruin them and thats so embarrassing" kailey said bouncing up and down squeezing her thighs "Suit yourself" Jessica said and walked off and kailey thought 'Why would she want me to wet myself?.. that's so weird surely it must feel so gross, what a weirdo' and she ran to the last class with her legs clenched and got in her assigned seat right on the middle row on the far left side of the class and set her bag down And when the bell for class rang her teacher walked in and closed the door and passed out the tests to everyone and when he stopped at her table she tapped his shoulder "please.. may I use the washroom?" She said and he shook his head no "You had your chance, so hold it" he said and went and sat at his desk "You may begin" he said and everyone put their heads down and started and so did kailey.. she was so desperate to go she could burst right there, and she still had an 1:15 to go.. she had to try and hold it as best she could.. Midway through the test she was just over halfway done and she was really really needing to go.. and she had her left hand shoved up her skirt clenching her panties, which were surprisingly still dry. But then she let out a leak and she felt a tiny little wet spot which didnt bug her but it meant she wasn't able to hold for much longer.. and she kept on holding it. Throughout the class she kept leaking dampening her panties a bit and she started to panic 'no no no no.. this cant be happening' she said so faintly and let out a spurt into her panties and she whimpered.. they were pretty damp, she lifted up her skirt slightly and saw they were still bright pink except where her bum was, she could feel it being a bit wet and it was warm.. and she enjoyed the little warmth and there was a little bit of a darker spot near the bottom of the chair and a tiny little puddle on the chair 'I cant.. I cant hold it much longer, this is gonna be the end of my life' she said and let out a leak on purpose to see if would relive stress and it didnt.. it made it worse and she grinded her teeth and set her pencil down 'fuck it.. I've just gotta go..'she said and inched forward and lifted her skirt a bit so it wasn't under her ass so it wouldn't get wet and she slid to the back of her chair and rolled her skirt up so her panties were fully visible and she groaned before a loud hissing sound came from her panties, the golden fluid gushed out at a million miles an hour splattering into her oanties causing a loud hissing sound and the splattering of the pee on the floor was loud and she hit her head against the desk and started to cry loudly as it continued to flood out of her, she could.feel her panties getting absolutely destroyed by the hot piss as it spread up the front of her panties and the back.. she continued to pee at full force for about half a minute before it dripped off the chair and the hissing stopped and all that could be heard was the faint cries from her and her skirt flopped back down covering her panties slightly.. they were so warm.. and wet they clung to her soaked pussy nicely but this was a horrible spot to have an accident and she looked down while sobbing her tears adding to the puddle which spread under the whole table to the chair infront of her as it dripped from her chair still.. "Kailey go to the nurse, and take your stuff he said and she packed up leaving her test on the table.. when she walked she left a few dribbles in the hall from her still drenched panties and she sat in the nurses office and called her mom and she rushed to pick her up and soon she got ther and she hopped in the car and rolled up her skirt to inspect the damage and.. it was bad, the front of her panties were drenched, only having a small untouched bright pink spot near the top and the patch up the back went about 2/3 of the way up her ass, and sat back and thought to herself 'that.. didnt feel that bad.. it was just a horrible time, maybe ill try again.. I dont know' Once home she showered and put on a new pair of white panties and threw the drenched pink ones in the wash, and she plopped her pink pjs again and googled "wetting" on and incognito tab and found articles on peeing yourself and why it feels so good and she browsed and browsed before closing the tab and laying down "I'll try it again tomorrow" and she closed her eyes and took a nap To be continued?..
  23. Jailor Eckman

    female Commission 03

    From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    (Full-Color character, sketch background) Here's the commission I did for @Token featuring an "off-brand" Ichiko Ohya . Needless to say, she had to go! Even within feet of a proper toilet, she could not resist the sweet, sweet release of all that pent-up urine. Though her ears are ringing with hot humiliation, her body is quivering with gratitude for the relief of its boiling, sloshy burden... Hopefully it's not a slow week, or this picture might make it into an article! Thanks again, Token, for the commission!
  24. So I noticed there was an old thread for this but it said that it was dead and you couldn't post so I assumed you can't post in there anymore. So I started this new one up for people to talk in. Anyone know of any recent examples they saw on TV? Anyway talk away about whatever scenes you like.
  25. Brooklyn was renowned for being the best secretary one could ask for. She would work tirelessly for hours and hours, looking over documents, writing letters, and making schedules. When she got her mind set on a task her focus was unbreakable until it was done, or she had to do something else without delay. Many put this down to simple dedication or strict discipline, which was true, she had another secret technique. It was most unorthodox, some might call it strange, and Brooklyn knew this and that's why it was a secret. While sitting at her desk, no one could see her crossed legs and shaking feet, or the empty water bottles tossed under it. All they could see was confidence and friendliness radiating from the tanned shipgirl. She feared if they knew the truth about what made her excel so much at her work, that they would call her weird or walk away. Brooklyn never told a soul because of her secret to success. The method she kept so hush-hush, was a desperate need to pee. It helped her concentrate on the here and now and kept her mind from wondering. Instead of thinking of using a public restroom she forced herself to wait until her work was done, stopping herself from wasting time that could be spent making battle plans or fleet compositions. Despite the desperation, she was always in control. She had never even so much as dripped onto the leather swivel chair where she spent most of her days. Sometimes she had burst into her bathroom on the very end of her limit, ripping her panties down and letting out a cascade into the toilet bowl. Today, however, she had pushed herself too far. Commander Thorson, the shikikan of Azur Lane, had asked her to stay longer to finish up reports on Siren activity in the south Pacific. This won't take long, she thought, this is vital to our efforts, and this will be a good opportunity to test me, I'm in control here, and that is how it shall stay. Oh, how wrong she was. The many Oxy-colas she had consumed during her shift and the lack of a bathroom break before she left her quarters, made her need to piss beyond description. She sweated in her seat and rubbed her thighs constantly as she scribbled down notes and annotated maps. The throbbing need in her pelvis growing by the minute. 90 minutes after she thought she would be on the porcelain throne, she handed in the fruits of her labour before beginning the agonising journey back. That had, of course, not gone as she assumed and now she stood there in pee soaked clothes. Brooklyn, who was one of the commanders closest companions and a formidable fighter had wet herself in public like a child. She felt deathly ashamed of herself at first, knowing that this could have been avoided if she had just asked for a moment to use the public restroom close by, but she chose to keep on going and now look what happened. But strangely, it began to feel good. She felt the warmth in her clothes and down her legs, the rush of hormones, the feeling of pee rushing hard through her urethra and out of her panties, and the euphoric relief as her bladder drained. For a moment she contemplated what all this meant as she sat slumped against the front door before she inspected the "damage" she had sustained to her clothes. For just a fraction of time, she thought it was so good it might be worth repeating in private. Then all the good feelings and questions about what this experience meant were shattered, torn apart and thrown away by the only sound she dreaded of hearing. The voice of another person. But this was not just anyone; it was Cleveland, the person she loved and loved her back. The light in her life and a source of pure joy, and she just announced in front of her that she had enjoyed her wetting, as if walking in with sodden clothes was not bad enough. The "Girl in stars and stripes" had emerged from the hall that led to the kitchen and now looked at Brooklyn. Arms folded and a smirk on her face she spoke again, "Oh shit?", Cleveland said, "don't you mean oh piss hahaha". Brooklyn was bright red and pale as a sheet simultaneously "Cleve i-i-i can explain this" Brooklyn started to shake as she tried frantically to think of what to say, "I-i erm I oh". "Cat got your tongue Brook?. Or is your mind as soggy as your socks" Cleveland giggled as she teased her girlfriend. Brooklyn felt tears stream down her face, and she collapsed to her knees. She buried her face in her hands as she sobbed, "Cleveland I'm so sorry, please don't call me a freak. I misjudged everything, and this is what happened. I did not plan to do this believe me please". She felt slimy and dirty as she went on all fours, her tears dampening the carpet, "Please don't tell anyone ill do anything". Unbeknownst to her, Cleveland was in a fit of panic. Her teasing and playful behaviour had not gone as she hoped. She thought it would lighten the mood before they talked. After all, she had a lot of explaining to do herself, a lot more than Brooklyn. (Flashback 2 months) Cleveland clambered into the bathtub, exhausted after running at full speed from the classes she had been in. Her bladder throbbed inside her, her panties already damp from numerous leaks. Her shirt protruded outwards due to her large bladder bulge. Lying on her back, she wasted no time throwing off everything above her skirt save for her bra. A violent stream burst out of her panties within seconds, she moaned uncontrollably and started to finger herself. Urine soaked into her star-spangled knee highs and up her butt, snaking its way up her back. " FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, SO GOOD" she screamed as she felt an orgasm building. Her pee-soaked fingers brought her to the peak of ecstasy when suddenly, the front door opened. A chill went down her spine, she clenched hard to stop the flow and cover her mouth with her wet hands. The sound of frantic movement could be heard coming closer to the door, Cleveland quickly closed the bath curtain. Whoever it was outside was close enough to be heard. "Oh hell, I'm gonna burst, too much cola". Cleveland went wide-eyed, that was Brooklyn. She watched her shadow pass by the bath in the direction of the toilet. Cleveland's bladder began to wear away at her hold, a small trickle ran into her substantial puddle. PLEASE DON'T HEAR THAT PLEASE DON'T, Cleveland thought to herself. Her lower regions were on fire due to holding back both orgasm and a small bottle's worth of piss. She heard Brooklyn's panties come down and her bottom hit the toilet seat. SHIT, SHE'S GONNA PISS. The sound of a waterfall coming out of Brooklyn's pussy hit Cleveland like a sledgehammer. She let out an almost inaudible moan as she sobbed silently, not from sadness, but from the overpowering sensation of bliss mixed with fear. Brooklyn, sitting oblivious just a few feet away, let out a sigh as she let out the contents of her bladder. The sigh sent Cleveland over the edge, slamming her eyes shut and groaning into her hands, her cum added to the mix of fluids under her. Cum, sweat, tears and pee swirled as her hips bucked and legs shuddered. DON'T HEAR PLEASE, SO FUCKING GOOD, her mind went white. By some miracle, she had avoided detection by Brooklyn and was able to get herself into a presentable state by the time they next encountered one another for dinner. But sitting at the table, watching Brooklyn tuck into pasta and meatballs, she could only think of what she heard. No one she had ever known had peed as much as Brooklyn did. She was there peeing at various speeds for 4 minutes, no one had ever done it that long, not even herself while holding. She knew Brooklyn had a long day at work with the commander, but she could take breaks when she wanted, so that was not the answer. Brooklyn's shift ended only a few minutes before Cleveland arrived home so there was no way she could have done anything to make herself that desperate. The only reason she could think of was that Brooklyn, her confident and upstanding girlfriend, had held in an ocean all-day on purpose. The thought made her dizzy. Was it possible she was into what the sakura called "Omorashi" like herself?. Cleveland contemplated what to do. Being a light crusier; she was a master at observation and recon. So she decided that is what she would do, observe, evaluate, and act accordingly. Over the next two months, she studied in detail what Brooklyn's toilet habits were like. She listened to how strong her stream was, how frantic she looked before dashing into the bathroom, how many times she went to the bathroom, among other things. She checked the files on Brooklyn, every shipgirl had their estimated bladder capacity on their file. Brooklyn's was put down at 1987ml. Way too low for what I heard, she thought, her own estimate put Brooklyn at around 4987ml. To a human that would sound preposterous, but for a shipgirl, this was possible. After two months, Cleveland knew that Brooklyn was doing this on purpose. Nobody comes home after a shift where a bathroom is freely available and release half the Pacific out of their bladder unless they wanted to. The only problem was how to approach Brooklyn about this. Her answer came today while walking home. (Flash forward to today 10 minutes earlier) Drip, Drip, Drip. Cleveland slowly leaked as she walked down a dark path on the way back to her house. Her bladder muscles quivered with every step she took, yellow droplets spilling out onto the white brick below. Her eyes watered as she came to a stop. I'm not gonna make it, fuck you langley for stretching out that class on torpedo evasion. She glanced around, looking for anyone that might see her before hobbling into the knee-high bushes. I cannot believe what I'm doing dammit. She squatted down and removed her white panties. Her stream splattered against the dry mud, she bit her finger looking around anxiously. She was about to relax when suddenly she noticed a figure walking down the path. With colossal difficulty, she stopped her stream and started to crouch walk off in the direction of her and Brooklyn's home. Curiosity struck her, and she looked back over at the path, trying to identify the figure. Her eyes struggled against the dark to pick out who it was. Positive identification of the figure caused her to lose control at the same time as the mysterious figure. Cleveland thundered through the forest and out onto the path further along. BROOKLYN THAT WAS BROOKLYN, her mind screamed at her. She completely ignored the fact that her panties were now being soaked by her barely held back flood, a constant stream ran down her right leg. Her numb fingers fumbled with keys, a blast of warm air hit her, bright light, and then the door was shut. Her heart pounded. Every breath was heavy and ragged. She slumped onto her butt and let loose her the rest of her pee. She held her head in her hands as she tried and failed to comprehend what had happened. Her stream stopped, and she did not notice nor care. She slapped herself hard. This is your chance, you horny bitch pull yourself together and think of what to say. Weakly, she rose to her feet and stumbled into the kitchen. Removing an Oxy-cola from the fridge, she started to sip it and calm herself down. What she had thought of too say had upset Brooklyn, or at least she thought it made her upset. As her own tears began to fall on the ground, she thought of some song lyrics that represented what she thought of the situation. "But on this battlefield, no one wins".
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