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  1. Phentaiee

    Zone Pink

    I’m pretty sure I need to put a warning for this, so WARNING! There IS nudity here! There are also a few things I need to say before I start. There is not going to be any omo for a short while. I promise it will be here soon, but it’s not here yet. Also I made the first drawing a while before I made the second drawing. I was going to make them on the same day, but I forgot that I had 2 images rather than just one. You can tell there was a definite time gap between the two drawings An eighteen year old girl named Emily Omono was laying in the middle of a road, unconscious. She was not hit by a car. There are no working cars for miles. She had not passed out here after a night of drinking, as she didn’t really exist before this. At least, not here... Emily was in the middle of a simulated world called: “Zone Pink.” “Hello? Wake up already! This is the seventh time I’ve checked in on you!” A voice near to her called out. The voice was male, but not intimidating in the slightest. It wasn’t a high pitched voice, it was just… unthreatening. That’s the first thing Emily thought when she heard the voice. “Who- who are you?” She asked, waking up, very unaware of her surroundings. “You are not to know who I am! I am not your friend!” The voice called out. Emily looked around. She saw what looked like an abandoned city. She didn’t see anyone, but she did feel pretty cold. Why was she so cold? “I am not with you, I am just the announcer voice. You are in a deserted area. Nobody is here, but that’s good for you! While I’m sure you wouldn’t want anyone seeing you like that… that’s the least of your concerns right now! There are monsters in this world. But the worst monsters of all, are the humans that inhabit it.” A quieter voice was heard saying: “Nice!” And a high five was clearly heard following it. Emily was wondering what he meant by that when she realized why she was cold. She was completely naked! Emily stood up and started frantically searching for clothes, or something to cover her up. “Your efforts are futile! There is no clothing here! Your best bet would be to search the desert to your left, but it’s enormous. You could never search the whole thing.” Emily noticed that she was on a city’s edge, and was bordering a desert. She also noticed that the sky was a pink grid. Emily started walking towards the desert, but was very slow, since she was trying to cover her privates. “Nobody is here, I am the only one who can see you, and I’ve seen enough of you while I was waiting for you to wake up. Shit, that sounded creepy! Wait! Why am I worried about being creepy? You should fear me!” The voice announced. “I’m not afraid of you at all!” Emily groaned, already annoyed with this guy. “Just tell me what to do to get out of here!” She asked. “The only way out of here is to die, and you won’t be returning home afterwards. Your body has been transported here, and it will remain here for the rest of eternity! Your job is to make do in an apocalyptic wasteland and survive as well as you can.” The voice said. Emily took her hands off of herself, and started briskly walking over to the desert. She was terrified on the inside, but wasn’t going to let this annoying voice get the satisfaction of scaring her. After a good twenty minutes of walking, Emily stopped caring about her dignity. She was losing hope of this being some “big prank”. She started to realize she was actually stranded in a desert, naked. Just as she was about to give up, she noticed a skeleton in the distance. She ran over to it, and found a rusty spear, and some boots. “Is… Is that it?!” She yelled in frustration. “That’s only a start! You’re lucky you found a weapon before something else found you! Also, you won’t get blisters now!” The voice said. “Wha!?! I forgot about you! Have you just been looking at me this whole time?!” Emily asked. “Yes, but I won’t be able to for much longer, the thing I’m using to contact you is running out of power and you're not interesting enough for me to waste money sending in a new one. If you have any questions, ask them now, because you won’t get any more.” The voice said. “Ok, what is this place?” Emily asked. “This is Zone Pink, a simulated nightmare!” The voice answered. “Wait, are there other zones? Like zone orange, or zone yellow?” Emily asked. “No. Zone Pink is the only zone, as far as you know.” The voice said. “As far as I know? Does that mean there are more and you don’t want to tell me?” Emily asked. “No! Zone Pink is the only zone! As far as you know…” The voice responded. “It sounds to me like the author of this story hasn’t decided whether he wants there to be other zones yet and has decided to make it cryptic so that he can decide later.” Emily exclaimed. “Yeah, sure, whatever.” The voice sighed. “Oh, also, you said this was simulated? Like a game?” Emily asked. “Yes I suppose you could say that.” The voice answered. “Ok, so if I were to put on these boots and they were to give me 2 defense, would that be 2 overall defense for my entire body or just 2 defense for my feet?” Emily asked. “Oh! That is actually a very good question! And the answer is…” What is the answer? A. The boots give her 2 defense, regardless of where she is hit. B. The shoes only protect her feet.
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  3. Peeplaycouple

    female Rockfest experiences

    So I had mention a few weeks ago that boyfriend and I were going to Rockfest - a 3 day long rock music festival. Think Coachella but with less frilly clothes haha anyways I had promised that I would share some of our experiences we had so here it is 😊 .. let’s see 🤔 well for starters it’s a 4 hour drive to get to our destination, but there was tons of construction and morning rush hour traffic so the drive was even longer (almost 6) In the first 1.5 hours I drank an XL coffee, and a large iced coffee PLUS a bottle of Gatorade before we left. We brought extra towels because I made a rule we weren’t allowed to pee until we got to the festival without permission from the other. Well I had a severely full bladder, like a 9.5/10 and we had gotten lost by this point. We stopped at Canadian Tire to ask for directions and my bf gave me permission to use the bathroom (if they had one) but that I would owe him. Almost immediately after getting out of the car, my bladder started leaking, once both feet hit the pavement I felt the first spurt and cry from my failing bladder. I rushed to the store entrance and an elderly man stops dead center in the door of the only way into the store. Another small leak, I polightly said excuse me - nothing, then I noticed the hearing aids. Another spurt and I can feel my pants now, not just my panties and damp. I tapped his shoulder and finally got by. But now I can’t find the bathroom, and ask an employee - she doesn’t speak any English of course 🙄 (we were in a province where they speak French) I finally managed to find the bathroom and by this point my jeans were starting to get quite wet but I made it to the bathroom before I completely lost control. Thankfully I planned ahead and was wearing black jeans! another thing I really enjoyed was how few bathrooms there was at the festival. 200,000+ people, all drinking and partying and all we had were porta-potties. They got really bad really fast so as you can imagine, people just started skipping the porta-potties. Men and women everywhere just peeing when and where the need came - Omo heaven! And also watching people, complete strangers, squirm and dance when they were waiting for a bathroom. I only saw one accident, but I’m sure there was lots more. Also standing In a crowd of thousands of people doing naughty things like wetting my skirt because I didn’t want to use the gross bathrooms. Grinding and oh so discreetly fooling around with my bf in the crowd we also like public/risky sex. So having sex in our tent, surrounded by so many people was exhilarating. All the ‘windows’ were open and it was very easy to see us, we could hear people talking about us as they walked by. I know there’s more but I just got home from work not too long ago so I’m having a hard time thinking of more at the moment
  4. Plug Cryostat

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  5. A long time ago, I started a story called Thieves and it was one of those that I failed to complete. After so much time went by, I was convinced that no one was interested in this anymore, but I discovered that this was not true at all. I want to warn everyone who clicks on this that some of the content from the original story was dark, so if BDSM and humiliation is not for you, then please move on because I do not want you to read something that will be upsetting for you. There is also a tag for male content, since the first part of this tale had some in the last few chapters that were posted. Here is a link to the story if you have not read it before or if you would like to refresh your memory. With all of that being said, thank you @Foxlover for helping me out with brainstorming and coming up with ideas for this. Your interest in this also helped a lot as well. I also want to thank you @JTeam_, for your enthusiastic encouragement. It showed me that there was still interest in this. My goal is to update this every Sunday, but if I can't make that deadline, then I'll let everybody know. Now, without further ado, let's see what it takes for Natalie and Shelly to get out of this seemingly hopeless situation. *** Thieves 2 As the Snow Flies Prologue With the curtain pulled shut and the hot water flowing down on her, Natalie was happy to be alone with Shelly again. She put her arms around her dear friend, who then did the same for her. They both needed to wash up, after having covered each other with their bodily fluids, during the wild sexual encounter they had just shared. For now, they only wanted to hold each other. Natalie felt safe, with Shelly’s naked body pressed up against hers beneath the flow of the steamy shower. After everything they had endured since Jake led them into the spider’s web, it was a pleasant feeling. “I can’t believe it,” Natalie whispered into Shelly’s ear. “I can’t believe that I didn’t get punished.” Shelly kissed Natalie’s neck and gently rubbed her back. “I know. I can’t believe that any of this happened.” From outside of the bathroom, Natalie could still hear the occasional crack of a whip, while the sick bastard that handed them over continued to receive his due punishment. The shower was loud enough to block out most of it, but what little she could hear, still provided her with the satisfaction that he was getting what he deserved. Shelly reached for the shelf hanging from the showerhead and grabbed a washcloth. She held it under the flowing water and reached for a bar of soap. “I’m glad I didn’t have to go through this without you, Nat… But at the same time, I wish you weren’t here. I wanted to rob that place, but you would not have come if you had known what we were doing, so I am sorry.” Natalie allowed herself to relax a little while her friend washed her back. “It’s okay. I still might have come with you anyway, just to be with you, and all of this still could have happened. I know I said earlier that I wouldn’t have, but…” Deciding not to focus on how things could have been different, she sighed quietly while her friend continued to clean her up. “I’m glad that Jake is getting whipped instead of me, but why? None of this makes any sense…” The two released one another from their embrace, so Shelly could kneel down to wash Natalie’s legs. “Natalie, when I was still alone with Miss Annette and Jake, they told me that he broke in five years ago and stole a lot of shit. He said he owed her a lot of money.” “He did?” Natalie asked, surprised. “I heard him say something earlier about giving them cash, but why us? Why did they want us?” Shelly looked up at her while she worked. “He said that if he brought her and Miss Aalia slaves, then that would take care of what he couldn’t pay.” Could that be true? Natalie wondered. Did he hand us over just to pay off a debt? Despite the explanation, she still had a lot of unanswered questions about all of this. If he paid off his debt, then why would they turn on him and start punishing him like that? This still makes no sense! Shelly finished up with Natalie’s legs and then proceeded to wash her feet, but didn’t say any more. Once again, the brown haired girl found herself ascending the emotional roller coaster, as her fear began to build again. “I still don’t get it, Shelly,” Natalie said, shaking her head. “Why would they punish him now, when his debt has been paid? Is this some twisted idea of justice that they have?” The redhead sighed. “I don’t know, Nat… I doubt they care about justice. They’re sick fucks, is what they are. It seems like they’re trying to twist our minds, so that we’ll like what they’re doing.” Natalie’s anxiety continued to rise. “But… I don’t… We don’t…” Shelly stood back up and looked into her eyes. “They’ve been using our own kinks against us since the very beginning. They know what we like and have been manipulating us into doing things we wouldn’t normally consent to. Jake probably told them about all of our secrets and that is how they are able to do it.” Natalie frowned and considered the possibility that they were developing a case of Stockholm Syndrome. “When Miss Aalia and Alexis peed on me earlier… It was hot… and Miss Aalia’s so gorgeous… but so evil and twisted, that… that…” Shelly put her arms around Natalie again. “No matter what they do, we will never let them have control over us. We just have to make them think that they are succeeding.” “I just want to go home!” Natalie cried. “I want to be with you and go to college so I can have a career I can be happy with! I don’t want to be a slave forever…” Shelly kissed her neck again. “I know. We’ll come up with something. For now, we just have to bide our time, until the time is right. When the chance to escape comes, we will report them. We can’t let them do this to someone else, especially people who are not lucky enough to have their best friend with them.” Natalie hugged her friend tight. “Until then… they can’t hurt anyone else, as long as they’re focused on us… Right?” “Yes, that’s right,” Shelly replied. “When we’re gone, they will be screwed.” Shelly finished washing the rest of Natalie’s body and then they switched positions. It was finally her turn to get clean. For the rest of their shower, the two of them remained silent. When they were done, Shelly turned off the water and pulled open the curtain. Outside of the bathroom, everything was suddenly quiet. The only thing they could hear was the sound of water dripping down from the showerhead. They both stood there, with their hands folded near their nether regions, and waited for their Mistresses to come back for them. Luckily the bathroom was quite warm, so they did not have to worry about getting cold during their wait. After a few minutes, the door finally opened and Alexis, Jennifer, and Ms. Aalia stepped inside. The two other slaves retrieved a couple of towels from the cabinet beneath the sink and approached the shower. Natalie was surprised to see that they were no longer topless. They both had a t-shirt on over their torsos, but beneath that, they were still clad in just their panties. Ms. Aalia put her hands on her hips and smiled, while Alexis and Jennifer wrapped the towels around the newcomers. “Alright, good! Now that you’re both nice and clean, it’s about time for bed. I’m sure you’re both exhausted…” Both Natalie and Shelly nodded as they stepped out of the shower and dried themselves off. It was a little after midnight when they first arrived at the other house, but now, they had no idea how late it was. They were definitely in need of rest. *** After his whipping, Jake was taken out to the garage by Ms. Annette, while Ms. Aalia and her two slaves went to help their newest playthings get dried and dressed. He was lying on an old mattress, wearing nothing but his wet boxer shorts. The rest of his clothes were scattered about on the concrete floor and he had red streaks across his back, from the lashing he had received. Never before had he been as freaked out as he was right then. There was an electric furnace in the garage, to keep him warm while he recovered from his beating. It was cold outside and the wind was starting to pick up, so it was important not to let him freeze out there. Ms. Annette stood over him, with her hands on her hips and a grin on her face, while he lay there, wondering why he was punished. Jake scowled up at her. “Why did you whip the shit out of me?! I-I gave you the cash and the girls! What more do you want from me?” Ms. Annette chuckled. “Oops, I think I forgot to tell you one more… minor thing. Getting beaten up is a part of your initiation!” He blinked twice and his scowl became a look of confusion. “You… forgot? Miss Annette, all you said I had to do was pay a fee and bring you slaves. Why didn’t you tell me that I had to get beaten up to get in?” His Mistress folded her arms and put one of her feet on the mattress, so that the toe of her black high-heel was directly in front of his manhood. “I was going to explain it to you beforehand, but I thought this would be more fun…” She chuckled again and winked at him. “After you agreed to help us confuse the girls, by going along with our story about paying off a debt, I decided that we could confuse them further by making an example of you. It keeps them guessing and gets you in, so it worked.” Jake hugged himself, even though he wasn’t cold. All he felt was fear. “So, what’s going to happen to me now, Mistress? When do I get to have a bladder slave?” Ms. Annette wagged a finger at him. “Patience, Jacob… Patience… As a new member of the Floodgate Society, there are certain rules that must be followed. You have to be trained as a bladder slave, before you can become a full member. After that, you will be provided with your own property and an allowance of cash, to help you start your new life. Then you can earn success in the world and buy bladder slaves from other members. If the elders like you, then you might even receive one as a gift.” Jake shook his head, since all of this was difficult to understand. “Will you or Miss Aalia be training me?” “No, the elders have decided that you will be trained by Master William,” she replied. “He owns a mansion all the way out in Virginia, deep in the mountains. It’s a beautiful property… I do hope you will like it there.” “M-master?!” he cried. “Can’t a woman train me instead?” Ms. Annette tipped her head back and let out an evil cackle. “You are in no position to make demands, Neophyte. The elders decide what role you will play, until they are satisfied that you can be trusted. Until then, you do as you are told and obey, otherwise, you will be banished.” Jake swallowed hard. “Okay, I understand, Miss Annette. I meant no disrespect, but I had to ask.” “Alright, Jake, get dressed,” Ms. Annette instructed. “The girls should be nearly finished with their shower by now. I need you to be ready so I can take you and Shelly back to my house. You will meet your new master tomorrow.” With that, she turned away and returned to the house through the side door. With a groan, Jake forced himself up into a sitting position and reached for his pants. “This sucks…” For the first time since meeting Ms. Annette, he actually regretted joining their society. The part of the story about robbing her house when he was thirteen was true, but the rest of what he told Shelly was completely false. In exchange for not charging him for his crimes, he was permitted to join the secret society after his eighteenth birthday and was told that he would be able to have a bladder slave someday. In the months that went by after he reached adulthood, his excitement about getting in had grown, but now, he only felt fear and shame. What have I done? He asked himself. He put on his pants and quickly gathered the rest of his clothes. There was no backing out of the deal now, since banishment was the worst thing that could happen to someone, once they’ve been accepted into the society. He knew there was nothing he could do about this, since he brought this on himself.
  6. Before we start, I would like to acknowledge that we might have hit the lowest point in omorashi culture with this. Sorry OmoNinja, even your Steamed Hams interactive wasn't low enough. Welcome, to Baldi's Basics in e-e-E-DuCsperaTIon and learning! What is happening is quite odd. Basically, some crazy bald teacher is chasing you with a ruler and plans on smacking you quite hard with it if he catches you. Why? Well, let's go back to the beginning. "Can you help me out? I need to go to eating practice, but I left some notebooks for it at school. Could you get them for me while I head to my practice?" So, being their friend, you agreed to help them out. "Oh, hi. Welcome to my schoolhouse!" That was what you heard from the teacher standing near the front door, Baldi. You never really saw him much, but you already came up with a theory that he was nuts. I mean, what kinda person keeps nuts in their pockets all day? And not the kind you might be thinking of! Anyway, you went to go grab a notebook from the first classroom, but suddenly, Baldi came up behind you and asked you to answer some questions. Seemed fairly straightforward until you saw some corrupted problem which was a jumble of numbers. Ah well, maybe it's a trick question? Nope. And that's kinda how it happened. Of course, you kept swiping up more notebooks as he chased you, but it almost seemed like he was getting faster for every notebook you got... "Let's play!" Darn it. What now? You turn around to find a girl jump-roping towards you. She's actually kind of cute, but she also seems to have rather... vibrant... hair. Almost like it's moving on it's own. "Jump rope 10 times in a row! Once you do, I'll let you go!" You really don't have time for this, but maybe you could just snip her jump ropes with some safety scissors you found... Oh, and you have to pee a little. So maybe that'd be for the best. You can: (A) Just jump 10 times (B) Cut the jump-rope (50 percent chance of working, 30 percent chance of it not working, 20 percent chance of getting caught "bullying") (C) Point at something behind her and run away (50 percent chance of it working, 50 percent chance of getting caught running) (D) Fill in an option. Items: Quarter, Safety Scissors Your bladder is slightly uncomfortable.
  7. A very nice video in my opion which show a really good desperation MissAnja_Outdoor-Desperation-PeeBig-Puddle.mp4
  8. I found this video this evening and it was too good not to share: https://www.youporn.com/watch/14148721/cute-blonde-masturbates-and-pees-desperation-video/ This is my favourite kind of omorashi video - a girl drinking throughout, getting steadily fuller, sitting down with her legs open so you can watch all the leaking. If anyone else knows of any other videos like this, I'm all ears!
  9. Canticle Natura

    NoMaKo: An Omorashi Tale

    Version 0.4.5

    1,135 downloads

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

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  11. Dimwitrolo

    Deep Space

    ".....Systems failing, please report to the bridge." ... "All systems failing, please report to the bridge." ... "All syste-KZZTZZZ" A loud hiss sounds as the stasis chamber De-pressurises and air rushes in. The chamber door slowly opens with a groan as the mechanism struggles to force itself into action. Alex has a similar problem as she's forced awake, doing her best not to fall on her face. Alex opens her eyes hesitantly, adjusting them to the light as she does. She forces herself out the chamber, cringing at the cold touch of the metal floor against her bare feet. She presses the door forward with one hand, cringing again as the sound of alarms and sirens tear through the now open door. Alex takes in a deep breath and readies herself to step further out the chamber. Her other foot hits the cold ground with a soft slap, and she winces again at the sudden cold. She stumbles forward toward the control panel on the wall nearest to the door. *Click* "Computer....yawn...W-what's going on?" "kzzzzz...." "Computer?" "What?" "What's going - Can you shut these alarms up? I've just woke up..." The alarms go silent. "What did you want?" The speakers ask. "What's going on?" Alex asks, yawning again. "Major system failure." states the computer. "Severe damage detected. Recommend immediate evacuation." "Evacuation?" "Evac - Oh hold on." "What do you mean hold on?" Alex yawns. The computer doesn't reply for a moment. "Computer?" "Multiple issues detected. Evacuation no longer possible." "Why not?" "No escape pods." "Computer?" "What?" "You're acting strange. Did someone plug in some new personality program?" "Significant damage detected to computer mainframe. And it really bloody hurts." "Oookay..." Alex says, walking into the middle of the room. She stretches and yawns again. "Can you give me a damage report?" "Major damage is detected." "Yes, but where." "I...don't know." "What do you mean, you 'don't know'?" "I can't get a response from the damage report machine. It would appear to be damaged." Alex sighs and drops her arms to her side. She presses herself up on her tiptoes a couple times, before walking over to the screen again. "How are your CCTV systems? Can you follow me?" She asks. A camera descends from the ceiling at the corner of the room. "It would appear that the CCTV systems are faulty. I can't get a visual." Alex sighs again. "Try turning around." she says. The camera swivels. It looks about and then focuses on Alex. "Update. CCTV systems have been repaired." "Now what?" Alex asks, walking about the room. "The ships in bad shape, what can I do?" "Recommend you attempt to repair critical systems." The computer responds, it's eye fixed on Alex as she paces. "Shouldn't I leave that to the repair crews?" "What repair crews?" "What?" Alex asks. "What do you mean, 'what repair crews'? Aren't they on board?" "Negative." "Have you done a life sign scan?" "Hold on. I'll do it now." The computer says. The camera freezes in place, no longer following Alex. After a few seconds it flicks back into life and refocuses on Alex. "Scan complete." "What are the results?" "One." "One." Alex repeats. "What do you mean one?" "One life form on board." "What is it?" Alex asks. "You don't mean-" "You." Alex takes a moment to let that sink in. She's the only life form detected on board. "And you're absolutely sure?" Alex asks again. "You've scanned the entire ship?" "Yes. Well, no. Significant damage across the ship could result in faulty reporting." The computer responds. "So there could be more life on board?" "Possibly." "You're a big help." "No need for sarcasm" "So now what?" Alex asks. She sits on the floor, leaning against the wall below the computer panel. "What should I do?" "Recommend basic post-stasis excersizes - You should stretch, eat, use the bathroom, get into a uniform, and perform emergency routines." "What emergency routines?" "Visit the armoury. Try not to get killed by anything. Also, see if you can't reach the local command room - perhaps you could fix a local damage scanner." "Right...I'll get to that..." "You've just got out of stasis Alex, you should consider that you won't be at your highest mental capacity for some time. Try not to make poor decisions." "Sure...let me just plan how I'm going to do this..." What does Alex do? A) Bathroom, canteen, armoury, command room. B) Command room, Canteen, Armoury, Bathroom. C) Armoury, Command room, Bathroom, Canteen. D) Canteen, Bathroom, Armoury, Command room. E) Other
  12. Duarg

    Yellow Snow

    CHAPTER 1: THE ARRIVAL It was a particularly cold day that day in Windhelm. A perfect day for hot drink and warm bed, and warmer company in those beds. Nords in the Candlehearth are Hall enjoying this, while the Dark Elves and other 'undesirables' cozied up in the barely sustainable Grey Quarter, and the ever fashionable New Gnisis Corner Club. Late at night this day was, 3 hours to sunrise, on the 12th day of Frostfall, Sundas. While most Argonians in Windhelm are just making peanuts working the docks, one Argonian happened to be on the approach to Windhelm, nearing the gates in a merchant's caravan. His name was Deed-Chath. A young Argonian male in his prime, snow was falling between the unarmoured green-grey scales on his neck, causing him to shake and clear che cold flakes from his scales. Deed squinted through the snow, so thick it was practically a mist coating the road ahead his snout poking out between his relatively protective helmet's plates "Are you sure there's a city here, Adalad?" The young Argonian spoke to his Breton companion, sat atop the carriage and carefully guiding the horses through the thick, mist-like snow. "Yes, yes, dear boy! How many times must I tell you, Windhold...er...Winterhelm? The city is right there! Look, you can practically see the walls now." Adalad pointed towards a vague figure in the fog and Deed squinted harder, scrunching up his face in concentration before giving a sigh. "Fine, I'll take your word for it." he leaned back in his seat and took a swig of some cheap ale, hoping to warm hinself up. "This better be one hell of a city if I'm freezing my tail off in this stupid carriage..." he looked back to Adalad, who he would hopefully never have to see again. Deed took another sip of Ale and began digging through his satchel, continuing to absent-mindedly sip at his ale while removing a folded and now horribly wrinkled and stained piece of paper, re-reading the faint ink words to make sure he wasn't getting scammed out of his pay. "You, Freelancer do declare blahblahblah protect the carriage blahblahblah will recieve advance payment of 500 septims, then 500 more after journey is complete..." Deed read to himself. He folded the paper back over and stuffed it back into his satchel, heaving a sigh of boredom as he began to finish off the last quarter of his ale... The Carriage suddenly came to a halt, with a loud snort and a cry of 'woah' from Adalad. Deed is tossed forwards and his ale is sent flying out the back of the cart and somewhere in the deep snow. Deed groans and turns angrily around to yell some form of obscenity at Adalad. "Hey! You-" Deed is cut short as he notices the large, towering walls of Windhelm, and the sturdy iron gates shielding the inside of the town from their meagre carriage. Deed blinks several times before looking towards Adalad, who was talking in hushed tones to a burley looking guard in a face-concealing mask, another guard stood near the horse, seemingly inspecting it for illegal items strapped on or in the horses, while a third guard came around the rear of the carriage to inspect it's contents. The guard clambered into the carriage with some grunts of effort, ignoring Deed, who began to stand up. The guard began poking through chests and baskets, turning kettles over, and inspecting corners like they were hiding the secret to divinity. Finally the guard looks at Deed, while another guard climbs into the carriage as well, he looks him up and down then scoffs. "Here to work the docks, lizard?" he crossed his arms over his chest. "I beg pardon?" Deed replied, surprised the guards would be so rude. The second guard nudged the first and pointed at Deed's chest. "No dock scum I know wears steel plate, he must be a caravan guard let him be." the second guard turned to leave and the 1st guard followed. Deed took turned back to look at Adalad, who was seemingly finished talking to the gate-keeping guard, as the guard yelled an incoherent word up towards the top of the walls, and the doors began to open. As the doors creaked and groaned, they began to reveal the city itself. Deed leaned forward, bracing himself on the rear of the driver's seat as they began moving forwards. Inside the town was several staircases, decorated with faded stone carvings of some sort of mythical beasts, beyond that was what looked like a lodge, or an inn of sorts. Deed grunted as he was shifted to the right, the caravan turned left to head up a thin ramp towards another block of the large city. Guided by guards, the carriage made its way into a large marketplace filled with empty stalls. As the carriage rattled onward, Deed noticed the peculiar glances the guards were giving the duo. Some even appeared to be muttering under their breathe as the carriage passed. "Perhaps...they do not get many caravans here? But it is such a large city..." Deed spoke, mostly to himself, however Adalad answered. "Ahh, yes. You're new to Skyrim, right? Well this is Winderholdem, home of Cloaked Storms...something like that...they don't like non-Nords because they want Skyrim tax free or something, I try to stay out of politics..." Deed grunted in acknowledgement, and the carriage came to a slow halt. "Right, Deed, we have 3 hours to sunrise, get us unpacked, and get ready to guard!" Adalad cheerfully cried, hopping down from the driver's seat and merrily marching towards the rear of the carriage. Deed scowled, watching the arrogant Breton strut by. "Hey! That is not in the contract! You want me to unload, that's EXTRA!" Deed shouted. Adalad sighed annoyedly. "Fiiine..." he sighed. "Just...there's another 100 septims for you in it, and uh...I guess that whole bottle of Dunmer Ale, Nords hate it anyway..." Deed scoffed, but begrudgingly got to work. Fastening the bottle of ale into his satchel and sipping from it on occasion, he unloaded the carriage and set up a small perimeter for the stall-keepers to come get their goods. A small portable table here, a stool there, and chests surrounded by wooden walls, it looked similar to a stall on its own, but with the addition of a strange symbol painted crudely on the front of the portable desk, stall-owners and shopkeepers would know what they were there for. Deed finished off the Dunmer Ale, giving a short belch and tossing the empty container into the deep snow, patting his stomach and seating himself on the rear of the carriage, he looked around for Adalad, so he could collect his final pay and maybe purchase a room and a meal at wherever the inn was. Adalad however was nowhere to be found. Deed sighed, not wanting to leave the valuable merchant's stock unguarded, he would position himself comfortable on the carriage and waits for Adalad to return. Deed rested his chin on his gloved hand and sighed, letting his mind wander. He realized that during the whole trip, he'd only taken a leak once on the journey! He let this roll over in his mind. As a waterborn creature by nature, he had a large bladder, and as a creature also naturally larger than most species, it was still a smidge larger, allowing himself plenty of breathing room for that. He discarded the thought and once again began to think. "Perhaps there will be some fair Argonian maidens in need of a virile and intelligant male such as myself..." he smiled at this thought, and took a short look around as if they might just magically appear because Akatosh felt kind that night... Disappointed at the only women around being snow-women, Deed returned to boredom. The sun began to rise and Deed groaned loudly, he'd been stuck freezing his tail off all night, while Adalad probably slept in a warm bed, laughing to himself that he got the guard to unload AND watch the cargo all night. "I'll have a talk with that Breton bastard later..." Deed spoke aloud. Deed layed back in the carriage and began to stare up into the sky, realizing that he'd been sitting there at least two and a half hours...he suddenly felt a small urge in his abdomen, somewhat hard to feel under his layers of armor, but a feeling everyone knows. Deed might need to pee. Deed sat up again, treating the situation as a small annoyance, that he would properly deal with at an inn after Adalad returned. Deed curled in on himself somewhat and shivered, the cold probably made him realize his need to pee. The sun had finally risen from its slumber, some warmth returning to the cold hold of Eastmarch, and the colder than ice tundras of Skyrim. As the crimson morning rays of sunlight pierced the veil of fog and illuminated the walls around him, Deed saw the Breton returning to the caravan, his clothes untidy and his hat sideways, as well as his amulet of Mara gone. He was rubbing his forehead and slowly trundling over to the carriage, he stopped several feet in front of Deed, then scooped up a handful of snow and placed it against his head. For several seconds nothing but the howling wind could be heard before Deed broke the silence. "Adalad! You fool! We had 3 hours 'til sunrise and you managed to get robbed and beat up?!" Deed yelled with a tinge of panic in his voice, now how was he going to get payed? The Breton groaned and pushed the snow against his forehead a little harder, giving a short sigh and looking up at Deed. "Keep your voice dow-aagh, please...I didn't get robbed, Nord women are just really rough..." Deed glared at the man for about a minute, hopping off the carriage and pointing an accusatory finger at the hungover Breton. "You got drunk and banged Nord hookers in just 3 hours?!" Deed hissed "There wasn't even enough time for that! HOW did you even wake up in time to get out here?! You better be paying me an extra 200 spetims for my time!" Adalad groaned in pain as the Argonian spoke, only paying half attention. "If you must know, it's an old Breton secret...now just...ugh...lemme just...yeah you'll get extra pay...now just...wait here with me until the shopkeepers come buy their stock.." Adalad stumbled over to the stool in the make-shift stall and sat down with a groan, scooping a second handful of snow up off the ground and beginning to eat it. "G'nn h'rse goah th' h'rses.." Deed sighed in annoyance, and spat his words at the Breton as if they were arrows dipped in frostbite venom. "Speak when your mouth is not full of snow, Adalad..." Adalad raised one finger up at Deed, gesturing for him to wait as he swallowed the snow. Deed waited inpatiently, folding his arms across his chest. "Adala-" Deed began to spoke, but was interrupted as the Breton spat his snow out and spoke quickly. "GoputthehorsesonthethingwhereyouputthehorsespleaseDeedyou'regivingmeaheadache!" Deed gave Adalad and unamused look and untied the horse from the carriage, bringing him several feet from the carriage when he realized the stables were OUTSIDE the city gates. Deed huffed, simply returning the horse to the carriage. Adalad seemed to pay no attention to this, instead simply nursing his quite obviously painful hangover. As Deed watched, amused at Adalad's pain, he thought for a moment. "I should book a room for later tonight at the inn so that I can just sleep whem I get the chance. Perhaps Adalad will let me go do that and I can use a chamber pot." Deed opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by a guard, who hailed the duo. "Lizard, Breton, you need a permit to set up a stall in town, you can't just-" As the guard spoke, Adalad sat up and then groaned loudly to interrupt him, digging into his satchel while the guard then began to make a snide remark about lollygagging. Adalad slammed a piece of parchment on the stall counter and the guard huffed, dissatisfied he could harass them no longer. Deed realized he didn't know they needed a permit, or whether or not he would be needed to guard the stall all day...he dreaded the thought, and turned to Adalad. "Adalad." Deed said. "Whaaaaaaaaaat?" Adalad whined. "Where is the inn, I will book myself a room for tonight, and will you need me to stand guard all day? That costs extra." Deed placed his hands on his hips for emphasis. Adalad shot up in his stool, a smile spreading across his face that likely meant no good was to come of the next statement. "An excellent idea, Deed! Stand guard here all day if you'd please, and if you can get to the Candlehearth befor-" Adalad was interrupted. "Candlehearth?" Deed inquired. "Is that the name of the inn? Where is it?" Adalad frowned. "I was going to tell you if you LET ME FINISH, impatient boy...it's in the middle of the square, and yes, it is the inn...they have drink and rooms, but eh...probably not for you. Aheh." Deed cocked his head to the side, and gave the Breton a curious look. "Not for me? Why so? You better not be making up things so that you don't have to-" now Deed is interrupted by Adalad, who seems to have a tinge of 'backpedaling fear' in his voice. "Well I mean err...well it's just the Nords here and the Cloaked Stormers just don't like us...non-Nord folk...especially the ones that don't look like them. They tolerate a Breton, but an Argonian?" Adalad scoffs, then chuckles and gives a rude snort. "Fat chance." Deed glares at Adalad, not unused to the rude Breton's mannerisms, he simply begins to walk in the direction of the inn. "I doubt you, I will check myself..." Deed calls over his shoulder. Adalad says something in response, it sounds somewhat frantic but Deed chooses to ignore it, his bladder has only gotten more demanding since the sun has risen, and his crotch is beginning to feel...unconfortable...however as a dignified man he will hold it, and use a chamber pot at the inn. Deed opens the surprisingly heavy door and finds...less people than he thought there would be. A drunk nord sits at the bar counter, mumbling into his tankard, a tired bard strums lazily at her lute, and a comely nord woman is absent-mindedly looking at wine and mead bottles for imperfections. Deed approaches the bar, seating himself next to the drunken Nord and clearing his throat to get the barmaiden's attention. She begins to speak without looking at Deed, she seems to almost be reading from a script with how practiced her greeting is; "This here's Candlehearth Hall. Great room's upstairs, an' there's a bed for rent on the ground floor, food for the hungry, drink for the thirsty. My name is Elda what can I get y-" She seems to stop speaking as she turns to look at Deed, then blinks several times. "Ah...you must be new here..." she adopts a flat tone, it barely covers the contempt in her voice. "Is there something you need?" she raises an eyebrow at Deed. "Yes ma'am, I just came into town and I would like to reserve a room for the day, and...eh...a little mead never hurt." Deed gave a polite smile, which Elda did not return. Without speaking she reached under the table and placed a tankard on the counter, then poured an already open bottle of mead into the tankard until it foamed to the brim. The amber liquid seemingly reminded Deed of his need to urinate, and he clenched his jaw lightly, but his thirst outweighed his other needs for now. Elda looked Deed up and down. "Dock workers usually talk to Shatter-Shield, he runs the-" Deed cut her off "I am not here to work the docks...thank you...now about that room?" he leaned forward slightly, expecting her to give a price for it, but instead she shook her head. "Sorry lizard but we're packed right to the brim, we sold the last room about ten minutes ago. And that drink is 3 septims." the bartender went back to examining bottles. Deed, sensing the agression towards himself gave a short grunt and placed 3 septims on the table before quickly downing his drink. Setting the tankard aside and scooting his stool backwards, he turned to his left and began to stand up, however as he stood, the scabbard of his sword struck the drunk Nord on the rear. Causing him to wake up, drunk and angry. He shot out of his stool and it clattered to ground, he looked to his right, then left, eyeing Deed's back as he began to exit the inn. "'Ey! Shtupid Lizard! What've ya tah say fer y'self?!" the Nord approached Deed, who turned to face the man, confused. "Beg pardon, is something the matter, warm-blood?" the Nord eyed Deed up and down, crossing his arms defiantly. "Aye there'sh shomething wrong cold-blood, your shcabb'rd hit me! I'd been shleepin'!" Deed cocked his head to the side, confused at the Nord's anger. "So?" The Nord began to turn red in anger, like a drunken tomato. "Sho?! Sho?! Sho?! That'ere my favourite shleep! You gotta pay fer't!" Deed scoffed. "How am I going to pay for you-" Deed was cut short by the stabbing pain in his jaw, as he was thrown back in surprise, stumbling into the wall and rubbing his jaw with a yell of pain, and his bladder reminded him that it was getting full. "THAT'SH how y' can pay fer me sleep!" the Nord laughed, placing his hands on his hips in a triumphant . Deed hissed at the man and threw himself at him in rage, sending a punch for the drunken Nord's beer belly. The Nord gasped, the air being pulled from his lungs as he was struck off guard, in his surprise and drunkeness, he would stumble back and trip over his own fallen barstool, tumbling to the ground, a loud yell and a clatter of wood and metal landing in a crumpled heap of pain, with a loud THUMP, sucking air in winded gasps. Deed blinked twice, not expecting his punch to be half as effective, he would quickly exit the inn, to avoid further confrontation, and the inevitable arrival of the guards. Deed hurried his way back to the carriage and the makeshift stall, approaching the counter and looking at Adalad, who had seemingly managed to shrug off his hangover. He looked up at Deed and questioned him. "Any luck?" he grinned, already knowing the answer. Deed grunted "Conflict of interests..." he sighed once more and leaned against the side of the makeshift stall, which would be his new post. Deed was not satisfied with today's events so far; he stayed out all night guarding supplies while Adalad got drunk, so he's tired, he didn't get a room at the inn, and he got into a fight which might get him jail time, and worst of all he 'still' had to pee. Deed scoffed in disdain for the city he had only just arrived at. "This place sucks..." he spoke aloud. "Whatever, you're just jealous, scales..." Adalad chuckled. Deed growled "Shut up, Adalad or I'm raising my fee." "...whatever Deed..."
  13. Anubis

    Flowing Creek

    I haven't ever tried writing an interactive story before, but it looks like it could be fun. A lot of good ones have been posted, so I'm going to give it a shot. It's been a while since I have written anything and I don't have a good track record when it comes to finishing stories, but we'll see how this goes. This story is based on a personal fantasy of mine, but I won't say much more about it because more information will be available later on. Anyway, here we go. *** Flowing Creek You wake up in what looks like some sort of a cheap motel room, to the sound of birds chirping outside. You are facing towards the outer wall, so you can see sunlight coming in around the edges of the curtain over the window. You feel the need to relieve your bladder, but it is still bearable for the time being. For a moment, you allow your eyes to wander around the room before lifting your head off the pillow and sitting up. You look down and realize that you are still wearing your t-shirt, jeans, and socks. The lower half of your body is still covered by the blankets, but you can tell what you’re wearing beneath it, from the feeling of the material on your skin. You are unsure of how long you were asleep, but what you are sure of, is that you have never seen this room before. You take a good look at your surroundings. The walls of the motel room are a milky white and the curtain over the window has a grey and black checkerboard pattern on it. About a meter away from the foot of the bed, directly in front of you, there is a stained, oak dresser that is about two meters wide, and there are only two doors in the room. One of them leads to the outside, but the other one, about two meters to the right of the dresser, leads to what could either be a closet or a bathroom. You get an uneasy feeling about the situation. Where am I? You wonder. Since you are all alone, you try to rack your brain, hoping to remember where you are and how you got there. The only thing you can remember, is going on a mid-summer road trip, with a friend that you’ve known for years. The two of you grew up in Ontario, Canada and went to the same college. You recall traveling through a heavily forested area in Manitoba when you were both caught in a sudden, intense rainstorm. The only other thing you remember is seeing a blinding flash of lightning, but everything after that is a total blank. Right beside you to your left, there is a small bedside table. Sitting on top of it, you find a clipboard with a single sheet of paper on it. Taking hold of it, you notice that the paper contains very personal information about you. There is an ID photo of you in the upper, right-hand corner. In the upper, left-hand corner, there is a line that says that your identification number is FC-05202018. Beneath the photo and your assigned number is everything else about you. What does the sheet say? This will be used for character creation. Include as much information as you like and I’ll fill in anything that gets left out. If any artists would like to create the character’s ID photo, then feel free to do so. This will give me an idea of their appearance, without you having to put all of the info in. General Info Name: Gender: Height: Hair style/color: Eye color: Body type: Age: Personal Info Personality: Interests/Hobbies: Fetishes/Kinks: Sexual Orientation: Breast size (if applicable): Butt size: Bladder size: Holding Ability: Extra Things Underwear appearance: Notable features of outer clothing (If applicable): *** There will be more coming after creating a character. After 48 hours, if there is only one suggestion, that will be your character. If there are more, then the one I like the most will be your character while the second best may be used as the identity for your character's traveling companion on the road trip. This time frame can be extended upon request for any ID photos. Constructive criticism is welcome, if you have any. My goal will be to post a new part to this at least once a week, with 48 hours between each post available for making decisions for where the story will take us, so hopefully we'll have some fun on this adventure.
  14. xinycep

    Burying The Past

    Content Warning: This story contains omorashi (pee desperation, wetting), diapers, and explicit descriptions of unsafe sex. If you prefer not to read about any of those it would be best to skip this story; otherwise, please enjoy. This story consists of 10 chapters. I intend to post an update every 2-3 days in this thread. Burying The Past An accident leads two strangers to a new life. Chapter 1 Emma leaned idly against the chipped counter behind the cash register, watching the small shop's lone patron browse an endcap display of scented candles. Eventually he settled on a green one and dropped it in the basket on his arm. He wandered down the aisle and out of her sight, leaving her with nothing to watch but the clock once again. The older gentleman returned to the front of the store a short time later, having added a decorative hand towel to his basket. "My sister-in-law is visiting," he explained as he set the basket on the counter. "Very nice, I'm sure she'll like them," Emma replied in a polite but uninterested voice. He shrugged, "Truth be told, it's probably shi-stuff she doesn't need, but my wife sent me to get a welcoming gift… so here I am." Emma dutifully rang him up and sent him on his way, leaving the store empty save for her and her co-worker, Josh. Josh had told her that morning he would be doing inventory in the stockroom most of the day, and she had hardly seen him since. Given how little merchandise they were moving these days, it surprised her there could be so much inventory work needed, but it wasn't like there was much work for him to do at the checkout counter either. As closing time rolled around he finally re-appeared from the back. "Hey Emma, I'm headed out. I cleaned and locked up the restroom already. Can you handle the rest of close up?" "Sure, I got it. Hey next time could you let me know before you close the bathroom? I've been stuck up front all day without a break while you were in the back." "Oh yeah, sorry about that, I can unlock them again if you want," he offered. Emma sighed, "No, it's all right. `Night Josh." Emma locked the door behind him and flipped the open sign to "Closed". After a quick sweep of the floors, she headed out to her '98 Cavalier in the back parking lot. The engine cranked and sputtered when Emma turned the key, but didn't catch. It did that occasionally, but if she waited a few minutes it would usually start on the second or third try. She pulled out her phone and spent some time catching up on Twitter. After a few minutes, she tried the key again and heard the engine turn over, followed by a loud snap, a rapid series of metallic clicks and then silence. She turned the key again, but the dash didn't even light up this time. "Oh for fuck's sake," she cursed at the steering wheel. Emma popped the hood and climbed out to look at the engine. After a minute of staring blankly at what looked to her like a completely fine and normal engine, she sighed and slammed the hood shut. She was only fooling herself thinking her newly-earned technical writing degree gave her the knowledge to fix whatever was wrong with this pile of junk. Pulling out her phone, she requested an Uber and then walked back to the front of the store to wait. Now that she faced a longer than anticipated journey home, she wished she had asked Josh to unlock the bathroom before he left. Eventually her ride pulled up and she subconsciously assessed the driver to assure herself he wasn't about to kidnap or murder her. He was about her age, clean shaven, and decently dressed - oh and relatively handsome as well - so probably not a threat she determined. "Hey, thanks for the lift," she greeted him as she climbed into the passenger seat. He nodded to her, "sure, make yourself comfortable. I'm Dan. Headed home?" "Yeah, thanks." Emma stole a few glances at Dan as they drove down the street. He was actually more than a little handsome she decided, but she noticed with some disappointment a ring on his finger. He didn't say a word as they drove further though, and that cut into his charm a bit. Emma tried to get a conversation started. "Thanks again for the ride. I tried to start my car after work but it seems to be completely dead now, and I just had a ton of work done on it too. Not sure how I'll afford to get it fixed this time." "Sorry to hear that… my day hasn't gone well either unfortunately." Silence filled the car. She sensed Dan was on the verge of saying more, but then his attention focused back on the road, and she understood he had decided not to explain further. The air was suddenly very heavy, and she decided not to ask for more details despite her curiosity. Instead, she pulled out her phone and zoned out while Dan drove on. Emma stretched her thumb to scroll the screen but never finished the movement. A thunderous screech of metal and cracking of plastic assaulted her ears, and her vision went blank for a moment. She came to moments later, ears ringing and surrounded by acrid wisps of smoke. Looking out the front windshield she found herself staring straight into the empty passenger seat of another car. To her right, she saw the driver of the other car slumped over the steering wheel. Slight panic began to set in as Emma finally realized she had just been in a car accident. She pushed the deflated airbag off her lap, undid her seatbelt, and looked over at Dan. "Dan?" Dan's hand came up and he pushed an airbag out of his face. "I'm OK. Are you OK?" he inquired, wincing slightly as he turned to look at her. "Yeah, I think so. What happened?" Dan shook his head, "I actually can't remember. I don't remember seeing them coming at all." "The other driver, I'm not sure if he's all right. He doesn't seem to be moving," Emma told him worriedly. Dan followed her gaze to the driver's seat of the other car. Emma tried to sit up straighter to get a better view, but a sharp pain in her right ankle made her cry out loudly. "What's wrong? Are you hurt?" Dan asked immediately, the other driver completely forgotten. A loud knock came at Emma's window before she could reply. She turned her head and heard the muffled voice of a man outside the car. "Are you all right in there?" Emma saw the man pulling in vain on the door handle and realized the door was jammed. Her heart rate jumped dramatically and she felt suddenly very claustrophobic. A memory flashed through her mind: she stood dressed in black at a funeral on a grey and cloudy day. She saw herself looking into the casket and saw… herself. "We're trapped! WE HAVE TO GET OUT!" she screamed suddenly, momentarily unable to focus on anything else. "No, No, it's OK! Don't worry. It'll be all right," Dan said, trying to calm her. Emma felt Dan's firm grasp on her arm. Almost as quickly as the panic attack had come, it faded away when he touched her. She looked over into his eyes, and then looking past his face noticed his door was already open. "My foot, something happened to my foot," she told him. "Can you open your door?" "No, it's stuck." "OK, hold on a sec." Dan swiveled his feet towards the center of the car. "Lean back," he instructed her. With all his might he unleashed a double-footed kick at the door panel and it swung open with a terrible crack and grinding noise. "Wait there a minute, let me come around to help you," he told her. "Are you all right?" the other man who had been trying to free her asked when the door swung open. Before Emma could answer, Dan had rushed around the car and gently pushed the man out of the way. Reaching one hand behind her back and the other under her legs, Dan picked her up and carried her to the curb. Several other bystanders gathered around them. "Don't worry, help is on the way," one of them said. Emma sat waiting for the police to arrive, thinking of nothing but the pain in her ankle and how much she now wished she had visited the bathroom before leaving work. Dan came over and sat down next to her. "The other driver is fine, he was just stunned. I'm really sorry about what happened," he told her. "What actually happened?" Dan interlaced his fingers and looked down at his hands. "I, uh, I ran a light and hit the other car as he was turning left… I fucked up… couldn't get my mind off earlier today." "Earlier today?" A police car pulled up at that moment, and Dan used the opportunity to dodge the question. "I better go talk to him, I'll get some help for your foot, just wait here." Moments later he and the officer returned, and the officer kneeled down in front of her. "Good evening Miss, this gentleman says your foot's hurt. Do you want me to call an ambulance?" "Uhhhh, no, please don't." In a quieter and somewhat ashamed voice she continued, "I can't afford that right now." The policeman sighed, "Don't worry about the cost, if you're hurt we should call an ambulance. Can you stand?" Emma applied a little weight to her ankle, but winced immediately as a sharp pain radiated up her leg bone. The policeman reached for his radio, but Emma waved him off and spoke quickly. "No, no, please don't. It'll be all right, it's probably just sore." He looked at her skeptically but dropped his hand away from the radio. "Yeah right, you a nurse? Whatever, it's your call." Shaking his head, the officer walked off to speak with the other driver, and Dan sat down beside Emma again. "I just called a friend, he'll be on his way to work soon but said he could drop you off at your place on the way - if you want." "Yeah, thanks. Wait, have you seen my phone?" "Uh, let me check the car." A few minutes later Dan returned and handed over her phone. "Found it - doesn't look like there's any damage." "Thanks. At least something survived the day unscathed." Emma sat on the curb watching the policeman investigate the scene while the wrecker driver hooked up the damaged cars. From time to time she caught herself subconsciously placing a hand between her legs, and quickly moved it away. By the time Dan's friend showed up, she found herself more focused on her need to pee than on the pain in her ankle. Dan reached out a hand to help Emma stand. She tried to place weight on her ankle, but the pain was simply unbearable. She stood helpless for a moment on one foot until Dan realized her plight. With one arm around her back and the other under her legs, he carried her over to his friend's car and set her in the car seat. As he released her, she felt a slight tingle on her legs where his hand had made contact. "Wow, sorry about what happened, where do you live?" Dan's friend greeted her. Emma gave him directions and the three set off. After about 5 minutes, Emma began to feel an uncomfortable cramping in her bladder. "Sorry, do you think we could stop at a gas station quick so I can use the restroom?" "Sorry I'm running late for work already, but we're only like 10 minutes away from your house, OK?" "Oh, OK," Emma conceded. Hidden by the darkness of evening, she buried her hand between her legs and squeezed tight for the remainder of the ride. When they arrived at her apartment Emma opened the car door and stood up, holding onto the door frame for support. "Uh, Dan…?" she said, raising her voice at the end of the pseudo-question. Dan jumped out quickly and picked her up in his arms. "This would be a lot easier if you had crutches or something," he commented. As he started carrying her towards the apartment, Dan's friend called out. "Hey Dan, I legit have to go or I'm gonna be late for work." "Go on man, I'll find my own way home, thanks a lot for the lift!" "OK, good luck!" Dan carried her to her doorstep and set her down to unlock the door. She winced as her feet hit the ground and a spasm shook her bladder. It took all her might not to give in and have an accident right there on the doorstep. "Well, I'm really really sorry about what happened. I hope the rest of your night goes better," he said as he turned to walk away. "Wait! Could you carry me to the bathroom please," she begged, desperate to get to a toilet before losing control. "Oh, uhhh, sure." Dan picked her up again and carried her into the dark apartment. Following her directions, he managed to get to the bathroom without walking into any furniture and set her on the toilet lid. "I'm really sorry again about tonight. I totally understand about the ambulance, money is really tight for me too. I can't believe that happened, I was just so distracted..." Dan talked on, profusely apologizing for all that had happened. Finally Emma cut him off. "Dude it's OK, I really have to pee though, could you go please?" "Oh yeah, sorry. Would it be OK if I wait for an Uber here?" "Yeah, just leave the bathroom please, I'm about to pee myself." Dan's eyes went a little wide and he scooted out the door. "And shut the door!" she called out after him. He quickly returned and closed the door behind him. With Dan finally gone, Emma frantically stood and lifted the toilet lid, and then ripped down her shorts and panties and just managed to sit on the toilet before the flood came forth. After perhaps the longest pee of her life, she used the counter to pull herself over to the sink and wash her hands, and then leaned on the counter again to move over to the door. As soon as she opened it, Dan came running from the living room and helped her move to the couch. "Here, I prepared an ice pack for your ankle," he said, handing her a plastic Ziploc bag of ice wrapped in a kitchen towel. "Oh, great, thanks." Emma held the ice to her ankle as Dan started to speak. "Look, I'm really," Emma held up her hand. "Stop. I know, apology already accepted, let's move on." She stared into Dan's forlorn face, he looked so sincerely distraught over the pain he had caused. It made him look almost cuter in a way. An awkward silence followed as they sat together on the couch. Emma looked down at his hand and remembered the ring on his finger. Without really thinking, she blurted out a question that had nagged her since she first saw him. "Are you married?" She felt herself blush and immediately regretted asking, but forgot her embarrassment when Dan responded in a most peculiar way. He looked down at the ring on his hand and slowly slid it off his finger. He held up the ring between two fingers and stared at it. "This has been on my finger for 11 months. It symbolized the love, devotion, and fidelity that my fiancé and I shared." He paused and slid the ring into his pants pocket before continuing. "But earlier today I caught her fucking my own god damn brother. So now it symbolizes nothing." Emma stared back with eyes wide. No suitable response came to her mind. Thankfully she was saved from having to provide one by the arrival of Dan's Uber. Dan handed her a napkin upon which he had scribbled a phone number. "Here's my number. Please text me if I can do anything to help. Seriously, now that my relationship and my car and my job are all fucked I have plenty of time." "Uhm, thanks, hope tomorrow goes better for you." Emma said. Dan nodded in acknowledgement and walked out the door.
  15. diokno44x

    female Party Pooper

    So this occurred in the 2nd grade. I, and a few of my classmates, were attending the birthday of another classmate, held at the local Chuckie Cheese. It was around the time after we finished our pizza, and I felt a shifting in my gut. I was about to ask my mom to take me to the bathroom, but I remembered she had left to buy more diapers. Also, I was diaperless in this memory. So, rubbing my gurgling gut, and squeezing my cheeks together, I set off to play to put my mind on other things. Every so often I'd let out a toot as I played or felt a shifting in my gut. I'd have to stop for a second on what I was doing to clamp down, but I could feel the start of my poop slowly turtling. It was while I was playing in the ball pit that I felt my control slipping. So, diving as deep as I could, I squatted down, and let go. The thankfully solid poop slid out into my shorts, filling them up nicely. Once I was done, I slid my shorts off, dumped out the poop, then pulled my pants up. Once I swam out, I headed for the bathroom where I wiped up
  16. Plug Cryostat

    More finds from the web

    Version 1.0.0

    814 downloads

    Here are some videos from across the web i found. Enjoy.

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  17. thereaverofdarkness

    female Stuck on the Runway, Desperate

    I remembered this story after reading @theGAME420's story: https://www.omorashi.org/forums/topic/44275-desperate-flight-home/ This happened to me roughly a decade ago. As I always did on air trips, I visited the bar and chugged a couple beers for my flight. I love flying tipsy. This time I was wearing khaki pants and a button-up shirt, and I might have had a few more beers than usual, maybe there was a long layover, but my bladder was filling pretty fast. It wouldn't normally be a problem though... I used the restroom and got on the plane, then after several minutes of boarding, the plane taxied out to the runways. My bladder was already almost full again, but I figured everything would be fine and we'd be in the air in no time. But alas, we got delayed for takeoff, and they kept the seatbelt lights on. They said it was estimated to be 5 minutes, but after that time passed, they re-estimated it at another 5 minutes. I was getting pretty desperate at this point, but I still thought we'd be in the air in no time. They kept extending the delay time, but I kept thinking there's only so far they can extend it. Whatever it was, I can understand if it takes longer than they expected, but it must be almost over by now, right? I was squirming in my seat, trying to keep my mind off how much I had to pee. I figured if I just thought about something else, the time would pass before I knew it. I was getting to the point where I almost felt like I was going to wet my pants, and I was still clinging to the hope we'd take off soon, while also building up the courage to run to the toilet anyway. The plane finally started taxiing so I figured oh thank goodness we'll be in the air soon! (I had forgot how long it takes to get to cruising altitude btw, that's some foreshadowing for you.😉) The plane taxied to the start of the runway, and I heard the engines begin to spool up, and I waited for that deafening roar when they spin up and you get shoved back in the seat. But the plane stayed there, engines running at the ready state. And it stayed there for a few minutes. I was bouncing in my seat trying not to pee in my pants. They announced over the intercom that we'd be delayed for a few more minutes, and assured us we'd be in the air soon. I'd not have believed them, if it hadn't been for the additional assurance. But ten minutes later I was again beginning to work up the courage to jet to the toilets. In fact right as I had finally decided I was going to go, and was undoing my seatbelt, the engines began to spool up. I stopped and waited for a moment. The plane engines roared up to full and the plane began accelerating down the runway. We were finally going in the air. At this point I was so close to wetting myself that I couldn't focus on anything else. I just kept telling myself I'd just wait until we get to cruising altitude. The plane kept climbing and climbing. My ears popped. And they popped again. The roar of the engines gave way to the soft hiss of the air circulation system, as the change in air pressure altered the way everything sounded to my ears. I was squirming, trying not to pee when suddenly a spurt of pee came out. I started to get more scared and frantic. As much as I normally enjoyed holding and having accidents at home, I was completely terrified of having one in public, especially stuck on a plane with no spare clothing. My time was running out, but I knew I could hang on at least for a couple more minutes. The plane kept climbing higher. We were above the clouds by now. The cities on the ground looked like little latticework designs from up here. But we were still climbing. I kept shifting in my seat, trying to keep my mind off my ever-growing need. Suddenly another spurt came out, bigger this time, and it dampened the front of my pants. I was afraid to let out much more than that for fear of being seen with wet pants. I was bouncing up and down like crazy, just waiting for the plane to FINALLY GET TO CRUISING ALTITUDE!! We began to pass through the second cloud layer. STILL NOT DONE CLIMBING!! The plane got lost in this cloud layer, it was thick and it was dark inside. The lights on the plane illuminated the wings, and the fog-lights shone off into the distance, penetrating the water droplets to reveal just more water droplets endlessly. I tried to appreciate the beautiful yet dreary scenery to get my mind off of more pressing matters. At this point I was so certain that relief was imminent that I decided to squeeze my sphincter shut extra tight to make sure I didn't get my pants any more wet. We finally reached cruising altitude amidst the clouds, but the seatbelt light stayed illuminated. I watched it in anticipation. Still illuminated. Still illuminated... The captain spoke over the intercom and said we were going to be experiencing turbulence, and that the fasten seatbelt sign was going to remain lit until the turbulence passed. Great, now it's an even bigger safety concern if I get up while the light's on! My sphincter was on its last waning bits of energy and starting to weaken. I had wasted energy trying to stay dry, and if I didn't get to the toilet imminently, that effort was going to backfire! Another spurt came out, as if to say hurry up, your time is short! I frantically scanned the aisle, measured the rate of turbulence, gauged how I felt about my balance, began to plan the walk to the toilet including handholds for support, noted that the flight attendants were buckled up and the aisle was empty, and I paused for a moment, ready to go but trying to wait till the last moment. A fourth spurt and I decided I couldn't wait anymore. I unbuckled my belt and fastwalked down the aisle, and right into the restroom. As I was approaching, I felt my urgency grow suddenly, and it conjured up feelings and memories of all the other times I'd been this desperate while running towards a toilet. I knew I had a list of things to do before I sat down to pee: I had to shut the door, lock the door, unbutton my pants, take them down, and finally sit down. I knew I was probably going to have a tiny accident in the process. Normally what I'd do in this situation is stand still at the toilet, dressed, appreciating the urgency of the moment. But this time I was trying to weigh my determination to stay dry with the likelihood my efforts to do so would even help much. I decided it probably wasn't going to make much difference, better enjoy it now while I can. I reached the door and in one smooth motion, without stopping walking, I opened it, entered, and shut it. Now I was trapped in this tiny space, no room to move about. I pee-danced frantically while I locked the door, and sure enough, I had a fifth spurt of pee into my pants. Being finally alone, I got turned on and did what I usually do, I kept my pants on for a moment and stood still, focusing every fibre of my being into not peeing into my pants. A couple more tiny spurts came out, but not enough to make much difference at this point. There was already a huge wet patch on my pants, though fortunately it was already drying pretty quickly, and the khaki color didn't show the wetness nearly as much as blue jeans would have. I thought, finally, everything was going to be okay. The relief seemed to actually make it easier to hold, so I just stood there for several seconds, admiring that. Finally I urinated into the toilet and I was so turned on I began to pleasure myself. Being slightly drunk I found it difficult to climax, and the flight attendant knocked on the door to ask if everything was fine. I finished up and went back to my seat, got a few looks from the flight attendants, but otherwise everything was fine. It was so peaceful, I thought I should have gone way earlier. But then I wouldn't have had this story to tell. It was not 2 minutes after I sat down that the seat belt light came off, and it made me wonder what would have happened if I had just waited those last few minutes. As satisfying as it would have been to achieve that, however, I think it likely I would have wet myself quite a lot more. I guess you can imagine that as an alternate ending if you like. 😉
  18. Just a little something I did over the weekend. How could I hold it with the water running? Spoiler alert: I didn't. Dishes.mov
  19. Hikewne

    The Twelve Fanatics

    Version 2.6.1

    4,817 downloads

    Description: And finally I have deigned to post something with an story of my own authory after a couple of years lurking. Here, I present you The Twelve Fanatics (which is the eh-"sequel" of another game I'm working on, called The Twelve Relics which was originally a novel I wrote years ago). Synopsis: In this world, a catastrophe repeats every 7000 years eradicating most human, animal and monster live forms in it; and, as one would expect, the survivors bring the world back to its course in time. During this one cycle, humans were given twelve powerful artifacts known as the Item Regalias, and based on them, twelve nations were founded. After some prosperous years, difficulties arised and I'm not really going to tell you my other game's whole story but these items cause a war between the nations. At first, it's just a cold war, but eventually unchains something bigger. This game takes part after that war ends, after almost 2,000 years, when the nations were starting to work back on communicating between eachother and establishing peaceful terms once again. Nevertheless, there's still people in pro for the war and thirsty for power out there who would do anything to bring the chaos back... Now, eight years after the big war ended, we find ourselves in the shoes of Solveig: an eighteen year old apprentice knight who wants to make her country and her world a better place to live in; but little she knew she was about to get in something bigger than what she could have ever imagined. Playstyle: Pretty much your regular RPG created with RPGVXA using some of Yanfly's engines to make it smoother. Battles are held between turns, as expected, with some explanations required that will be done ingame. [Things to notice: Skill Mastery system and Magic Level system, both will be explained ingame] Enjoy! SPECIAL THANKS TO: AkenoSama (Special collaboration) Sunflower (CG Artist) Harris (Tester & Background) AredApple (CG Artist) Phoenix (CG Artist) Makishi (CG Artist) DerivativeWings (Idea Collaboration and testing) anony123 (Testing) NaquanH (Testing) mogger (Testing) Main Discussion Thread: https://omorashi.org/topic/32616-rpg-maker-peedesperation-game-the-twelve-fanatics/ What we hope can hold the game's wiki: http://danverse.wikia.com/wiki/The_Twelve_Fanatics Lily's Exam Correct Answers: Probably this didn't go as expected. Kinda wanted to mess with your brains a little by doing this "puzzle" mathematically challenging... but I know that most of these topics aren't seen in a regular college program, so if anyone wants to know the correct answers, here they are: C: 80; E:65 360; 896 12x^3 - 4x 1/2lnx + C 280~ O 15/8 (x^-1/2)cosx dw + (2cosx/sinx)wdx = 0 y = C1x^-1/2sinx + C2x^-1/2cosx SIDE NOTE: There are five scenes to get in here. The range for them is as follows: 0~1 Right Answers 2~3 Right Answers 4~5 Right Answers 6~8 Right Answers Perfect Score ... ANNOUNCEMENT (Post Update 04/14/2017): We're still looking out for new artists who would like to join the project. If anyone is interested, please send me a private message! ANNOUNCEMENT 2 (02/11/2017): We just started a wiki! If you have time and you'd like to participate to create it, please don't doubt on send a word! ANNOUNCEMENT 3 (06/04/2018): Game has been momentarily taken down due to an explosion caused by eating too many mexican tacos. Please wait until we clean up. it's fixed probably...

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  20. Hi everybody! Its me, your friendly neighborhood KozmoFox! Now I'm sure a lot of you probably forgot that this was coming, given its been months and months and months since I held the actual lotto portion of Lotto 5, but I'm a busy lady okay? So much has changed in my life in the last year that actually taking the time of day to do something like this has become a rare pleasure, given that I now have my own apartment, I'm a student, a moderator here, a working journalist now even with her own bills to pay. Hell, I hardly have time to write. But here I am, writing away! Given its been so bloody long, let me run a refresher course for all the new faces I've seen around here in recent times. KozmoLotto is an event I hold for the website wherein I have people roll a dice roller, and whomever has the number closest to mine at the end of like 2 weeks gets to give me a reasonable scenario (Reasonable as in I'm not going to do over the top or super humiliating things) and I will put myself through it and I'll write about it. The scenario I'm writing for example, was from a user named @ews21, who requested I drive around while desperate in the car until I can no longer hold it. He expanded upon it in a pm! There was two winners this time, the other being @Imouto Bouquet (I'll get to yours soon <3) " for my challenge, you can wear whatever you want, preferably something like a skirt and tights, but again its your choice. This challenge is more of a practice thing where you try different techniques to determine what the best one is for peeing in a car as a female. Obvious you would have to try to use a bottle, a cup and a towel when you have to pee. You can also use anything else you would commonly find in your car, for instance a plastic bag or a pad. And of course finish with peeing yourself. You don't have to drive as that would be dangerous, but you do have to do all of these in the confines of the car ie you can't take your clothes off outside the car. Use as much protection as you need to keep your car clean and do this wherever you feel comfortable. " So let us get on with the show. If any of you have read my previous stuff, which I'll probably link at the bottom, you already have a decent idea of how I look. I'm not big. At all. For your general image peg me at somewhere in 100 pounds, 5'5. Skinnysmol, tatted up scenegoth chick. Got ink on my chest, collarbone, back, arms, some on my legs. This is one of the reasons that unlike some of my braver friends, any pictures I ever post, which will be probably never, will have to be taken very carefully because I definitely don't want to be recognized. Makes sense, right? Currently I have long blackish/brown hair that I occasionally touch up with some red hair dye to keep its shade. As for clothing, I went a little extra. If you know me, you know that I have a lot of wigs and I like to even wear them for recreational use sometimes, as I am a woman of many looks. On this specific day, I wore a long red haired wig, a jean miniskirt, a matching set of white bra and panties, a white tanktop, black leather jacket, and black and red striped thigh highs. Top it all off with a black beanie and I was ready to go! I borrowed my friends car for this, as I often do. I don't have my own but he doesn't care what I use it for as long as I return it and he doesn't need it during that specific timeframe. I got to his house with a backpack full of towels and spare clothes (obviously didn't show him what was inside) and already desperate as fuck to pee. I tried to keep my knee-knocking to a minimum in his presence and took off as soon as I could for very obvious and soon to be leaky reasons. I didn't want to have to fill up while in the car and have it for longer so for a few hours beforehand I had been ingesting a firehoses amount of water, and then had to hold it the entire bus ride that took well over an hour and a transfer or two, which was absolutely grueling and I'm bad at timing my holding things so I'm surprised I made it even that far without a dribble. It was a matter of optimizing the time of the challenge, however. So worth? So I take the car and I drive off, just kind of planning a route and getting used to the fact that I'm driving so I can't really jiggle my legs or cross them or anything like that. I stop when I pull around the corner and set up a trash bag and some towels on top of it, knowing full well the shenanigans that are to come. Once I'm all set up I pull my water bottle and several other things out from my backpack, stuff that was kinda specified in the message. like more plastic bags, an empty water bottle, stuff like that. I drove around for maybe another 20 minutes, a sweat building on my brow from what was honestly a mostly constant bounce. I'm sure a lot of people know by now, that I am a very animated holder. Even when I'm trying not to be seen, I have subtle techniques. Subtle ways to alleviate pressures and shit. When I don't care or nobody's watching, I'm full on jumping, stuffing my hands between my legs, criss crossing, everything. NONE of this could be done in a car. My hands and legs had to be in certain places doing certain things at all times. This was faaaar from my comfort zone, and I can't even begin to describe just how much harder this made holding it all in. I felt like I was going to flood my skirt and pee all over the seat at literally any second. I felt that way for 20 minutes. Every, single, second. That perpetual feeling of being on the absolute verge was agony, and after 20 minutes I hit a red light and my inner teeter totter of control started to dip to the other side. I had a brief moment to focus on myself and not on the road, I drove my free hand down my skirt and held on for dear life. Somehow, perhaps the sudden mental shift bringing the feeling to the forefront of my mind, made it worse. My hand suddenly grew wet as I spurted against my palm. Being the quick thinker I am, I remembered the very challenge I was doing. I removed my hand, grabbed the bottle, and pulled my underwear aside. It was not pretty. I peed on my hand, got some on my legs, the seat, my socks, maybe even one of the pedals. But the vast majority of it went right into the bottle, and I didn't cut it off until it was full. I felt SO much fucking better. And then the light turned green. I still had a substantial amount in me, and I needed to fill up more, so I grabbed my OTHER bottle with actual water, and began to drink as I drove off. At some point I poured the bottle of my mostly clear urine out the window. I got back to my city, and coasted around for a bit. Got some food with an extra large drink and chilled out in the parking lot. I was damp, a little bit of everything was, but the damage wasn't too bad. It was like the amount of liquid when like, someone makes you laugh when you're drinking and you either spit it or it sprays out your nose. It isn't a lot, it just covers a lot of area. Enjoying a meal while really needing to pee is an odd thing. Makes enjoying the food a little more difficult, but it can help the hold given when you eat you gotta wash it down, and of that I had plenty. See, this next incident happens roughly 40 minutes after the first one. My kidneys were ramped up to max velocity so my bladder had more than replaced what liquids I had lost, and it was more tired as a result of incident one. It got to the point where I was leaking tiny droplets again and softly mewling into my food from the pangs of desperation and then I was like, yeah, lets see what else is on this list before I piss all over the car while swallowing A&W. I chugged down the rest of my pop as soon as I could, and I was already starting to wet myself, a slight pool forming around my neither region on the towel I was sitting on, before I once more pulled my underwear to the side and let loose into this big cup. I didn't miss at all this time, with the margin for error being very small, but I only actually got to fill this up about 1/4 of the way before putting it aside in a hurry, as this was in a parking lot and there was people coming by. I got myself back in order, still desperate as FUCK for a pee, and drove a loop through the drive through, tossing the peed in cup into the trash as I pulled around. I really had to pee. No, seriously, I REALLY had to pee. I did not get enough out on that time to feel even remotely better. It was more frustrating than anything, and I could feel the underside of my skirt was wet and chafing against my thigh. I was sweating and groaning like a maniac, and I still had more things to do. Luckily I wouldn't even last another 10 minutes until my next incident. The next incident, is where the towel in the message would come into play, and I had brought yet another one for this specific purpose. I was driving down some roads, really needing to pee, on the absolute verge of completely wetting myself like a child in her car seat at any given moment. I needed to find a place to park, like some behind building parking lot in which I could just pee into this towel. Unfortunately, my body was just not having it at this point, not one bit. I was still driving down the street when I felt my entire torso contort, the pressure on my bladder condensing and twisting onto itself, signalling it was about to let go whether I wanted it to or not. Hands on the wheel, foot on the pedal, mouth saying 'No, please no, not yet' while I felt the floodgates ram open and my piss starting to pool beneath me. I pulled to the side of the road, threw the spare towel on the floor of the car, and slid down the seat, once more pulling my underwear aside. For a solid five seconds, I peed full force onto that towel. Not sure if you've ever peed with all of your force and might, pushing it with all your strength for 5 seconds, but you can get a lot out in that amount of time and the towel was overly saturated in no time at all. I panicked, realizing that I had just started wetting myself and pulled over while doing so, to the sidewalk, on a busy street. An inspection of my seat revealed a Kozmo-butt print on the two towels I was sitting on, which was soaked. My skirt? The ass of it was practically destroyed. Where most of it was blue, a solid third of the denim, being on my behind, was almost black from how saturated with pee it was. I sat back down onto the towels and felt them squish. I was on high alert fight or flight mode at this point, because again, busy street, people walking up and down the sidewalk. I knew I'd gotten away with it, but anyone to walk by at that current moment could glance in and become very confused, like what is that girl doing with all those damn towels? The fuck she spill? And so I gunned it away as fast as I could. I pulled through a Tim Hortons, and grabbed an extra large coffee. There was still one step left. I hopped on the highway towards home. Having peed on or in every object I intended to pee on or in, and with my clothing already badly damaged, the last thing I had to do was wet myself in this very car. Of course, I could have just let go. But who have I ever been to take the easy way out? I wanted to see if I could make it home first, or at least how close I could. I have no doubts that on a normal day on a normal hold, with this amount of liquid, I would have made it fine. My bladder is normally steely enough and capable enough to withstand such a toll. But now was different. I was on my last legs. After the constant near bursts my bladder had suffered, it was like a boxer in the final round after having gone the distance. My muscles just didn't want to do it anymore. The coffee made its presence known, and before I knew it I was at bursting capacity again. I shifted from side to side, jiggling my non-pedal leg, I did my absolute best not to think about it. But I was driving on a highway, and aside from taking one hand off the wheel to stuff it and my skirt into my crotch, there was fuck all I could do about it. My bladder gave up its hold, despite my constant moans and groans and squeaks of protest. I lost complete control, and grandly peed my skirt right there in that seat. And I was only halfway home, driving on a highway. Tears plucked at my eyes from desperation and frustration, constantly saying "No no no, I'm almost there please fucking no" as I felt the first drops moisten my already damp panties. I wanted to bad to throw one leg over the other. Add my other hand. Jump around. Do ANYTHING at all, but I couldn't. I literally could not. I'm not used to losing control and not being able to fight it. I'm not used to wetting myself so HELPLESSLY. I can't tell you what it looked like. I didn't take my eyes off the road. Not once. But I can tell you how it felt. I can tell you how my muscles dropped, how I felt the warm, wet urine pour out of me, increasing in pressure with every passing second. I can tell you how I felt it pool under my ass, filling my skirt like a swimming pool. How it pooled around my backside, saturating my panties, and warming my entire lower body. How it rushed forward, my leg still bouncing, my lips still begging for it to just not, as it soaked my thighs, my thigh high socks, being absorbed by them, the towel underneath me. How eventually my panties, skirt, socks, and towel were no longer enough, and it began to rush over the front of the seat, onto the floor. How I felt it pour down like a waterfall, spattering against the back of my knees and calves. I can tell you how warm I felt, like it was the hottest summer day. I can tell you how it sounded. I can tell you how I heard my own groans in my throat. The involuntary mewls. The self-begging I do to myself every single time I wet. The begging to please no, not yet. Please don't pee. Please don't wet yourself, not here, not like this, you can do it, you can make it, please stop. I can tell you how it sounded, the psssshhhhhhh...SSSSSHHHHHH as I went from spurting to full on spraying into my underwear. The sloppy and wet sound of fabric being attacked by a torrent of which it was not made nor ready for. I can tell you the sound of it hitting the back of my legs. Of it pouring onto the floor. The splashing. The trickling. The moans of relief, and the silence that followed. I can tell you the sound of my breaths, as I had worn myself out as I always do and needed oxygen, the in, the out, how deep they were, until I had finally restored my composure and state of being, now feeling better than ever, and also now like jelly in the limbs. I did eventually get home. The damage was just as bad as you think it was, the back of my entire lower body was soaked. The towels felt like they'd been thrown in a lake, but the seats were fine given the layers of garbage bags under the towels. Some had run into my shoes, some had even gotten onto my shirt. This was a full blown accident with no decency to be left over. But god was that an experience, and one I'll never forget. I cleaned up the car just fine, as the only actual damage was to the mat underneath my feet, which I washed just fine. When my friend picked his car up he was none the wiser. Overall, it ended up being a very interesting day! I put my pajamas on and watched Rick & Morty, as well as played some Bloodborne for the rest of the night. Laundry, could wait until tomorrow. ------- And that everyone, was KozmoLotto V! Well, the first part anyway. Hopefully I can get to the second part somewhat soon. For those of you who are new to my experiences and writings, I hope you enjoyed this! I don't do this for anyone but this website I adore and love so much! Its good to be back at it. 😄 Thank you all for coming, and reading, and enjoying. I love you all so much, and I love all the love and support you give to me and content like this. I hope its all what you were hoping for and more, because I pride myself on the quality of my experiences and the skill I put into writing them out.~ So please enjoy!!! ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ If you ARE in fact new, and want to read MORE, allow me to self-promote and link my other stuff. Because obviously this is the 5th lotto, meaning there's 4 more, as well as my other shenanigans: Wet myself looking for a bathroom at a club! Wet myself while gaming (And nearly got caught!) Peed my Pants While Doing Photography (And possibly trespassing) Two Wettings the Night Before Christmas. Wet myself outside of the bathroom Peed my Pants in a Haunted Maze! Pissed myself while drunk at a friend's apartment! Wet myself at the University Peed my pants while tech supporting a friend! And the lottos! And last but not least, my 4th lotto and not to humble brag, the highest rated post in the history of omorashi.org:
  21. I'm glad my readers took an interest in this, though I have to admit these are not the best stories. For anybody curious, this is where I'm putting a collection of short stories from my interactive story: Curse of the Eastern Isle. Unlike the interactive which follows the perspective of the wandering monster hunter, Franziska Audenveil, these stories will be from the perspective of various party members. The first one I've written is from a small plan I had for Addilyn, The other three who will be getting a short story will be Margo, the short-tempered, short-sized engineer, Catia, the head paladin of the town of Minevorska's church, and Franziska herself. A link to the interactive for anybody interested in a dark fantasy adventure: https://www.omorashi.org/forums/topic/34992-the-curse-of-the-eastern-isle/ __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Addilyn: The Demon in the Shadows “Eto, fier.” Addilyn muttered the spell in druidic, watching as a small flame sprung to life in her hand. “Eto, ince” The flame froze and turned to solid ice. “Eto, arcana.” The ice melted, twisting into a ball of small purple energy. For Addilyn Tsereteli, wandering bard of the Caravani, these small druidic incantations were her nightly routine. She would practice them, muttering the words and watching as a small ball of the element she summoned floated in her palm. The energy, with the right focus, could be manipulated and reshaped into anything the caster desired. It was this element of the incantation that Addilyn practiced, to summon and reshape the spell into the arcane arrows she used was a feat of countless nights of practice. It was a late night on Oldengrad, the tavern had already seen the nightly rush as the residents of the hamlet would flock in for a supper of vegetable stew before rushing back to their homes. Even behind the walls of their hamlet, guarded by devices of steam and automation the people of Minevorska did not sleep easy. Addilyn never blamed them; once the sun went down and the shrieks of demons and undead filled the air, nowhere, not even in town, was safe. In the tavern, the fire was all but cinders, a few flecks of the dying log still burned with a red glow. The lanterns swayed with a dim flame, basking the corners of the common room in shadow. Outside, the snow picked up, a fog of white against a blood red sky. Addilyn could hardly see beyond the window, the storm was growing, as was the darkness. A few of the hamlet’s residents remained in the tavern, bleeding the last of the kegs dry as they discussed business. Sometimes Addilyn felt like they were staring, making quiet judgement about her. She was reminded of her fight in the church, and the first impression she must have left on the residents as she was carried to the quarters. They had to have known, a girl who had soiled herself being carried through a chamber full of people. Addilyn dwelled on it too much; She had wanted to forge her place as the towns saviour in their darkest hour. The towns people would speak of her in only the most heroic fashion, telling tales of her bravery during the attack on the church. But that was all a dream, Addilyn had forged her place among the people of Minevorska... as the girl who had shit herself, the girl who whimpered and cowered with the others while the real heroes took the glory. It was a depressing, but not deterring thought, one that made her soul feel empty. “I don’t believe it one bit!” One of the men said with a gruff accent. He wiped the ale from his long beard and slammed his flagon down. “Them defenses outside would’ve scared the fucker away right quick!” Suddenly, practicing incantations did not seem so interesting to Addilyn. The tales and rumours drew her to them like a moth to a flame. She drew her focus toward the conversation at the other table, shifting herself along the chair to get closer. “Don’t believe me, do ya not?” The second man had a more crooked accent, a foreigner in these lands. “We saw it, horrible shaggy bastard roaming about on the outskirts of the town." “Didn’t think to report that to the paladin’s, did you?” The foreigner cackled. “‘Course we did! Nowhere to be seen when they sent one or two of the holy lads over. Buggered off under the wall and back into the forest!” The first man did not sound impressed with the story. “So you scared off a wolf pup? That’s worthy of a story, is it?” “Well… what’s a story wi’out a kicker?” The foreigner leant in. “Saw it again tonight. Big dark eyes, beastly thing with four legs sittin’ in the black, starin’. Sorta like those ugly bastards we saw scattered around the church. Ya know, the dogs.” He sat back, smirking. “You’re welcome to go take a peek if you think I’m tellin’ you shit.” The bearded man chuckled before reaching for his flagon. “I don’t need to. It’s a wolf pup, no doubt. Small enough to fit through that wall and is probably looking for it’s mother.” Their conversation dwindled into something less interesting; a discussion on fortification, nothing interesting. “Something lurking in the shadows…” Addilyn muttered. She stared out through the frosted panes toward the small area of empty land behind the tavern. It was blacker than the abyss out there. Stories had been going around of things creeping over the wall. Rogue beasts, wolves, demons, the story changed with every person who told it, each giving their own account of what they’d either seen or were told until it became a web of absurd rumours and speculation. That never stopped Addilyn from believing them though. She anxiously sipped the last of her juice and pushed the flagon away. She was not sure if it was the fatigue from spellcasting, but during her practice she had felt the weight of her bladder lingering. Addilyn sighed; she’d pushed the feelings to the back of her mind, putting it off for as long as she could. She’d lost count of the juice she had drank, two cups? Three? Spell practice often left her with a strong thirst, and on some days a full bladder. With the lavatory out of commission, when nature called there was nowhere to go but outside, behind the tavern. There had been the bowls Wanda had been so kind as to offer people. A sort of last resort for relief. The innkeep’s wife had thought it for the best that nobody ventured out into the cold in the dead of night as rumours persisted through the town. But Addilyn didn't like that option, especially after an accidental encounter with Franziska when the monster hunter had stormed in while she was relieving herself... shamelessly into a porcelain bath. Addilyn never liked making her water in the company of others, she was always a shy girl and now she shared a room with two other girls; There was nowhere private for her to do it in a bowl. If she went out into the corridor, she risked waking the whole upstairs with the sound, if she did it in the room, the sound would wake Lucina. She has been practicing all day with the Paladins, surely she's unconscious. She's not going to hear if I used the bowl. Fearfully, Addilyn looked out into the darkness of the town. I really don't want to go out there. What if they're right, what if something is lurking out there? She could picture a hideous creature out in those shadows, hiding away from the watchful eyes of the Paladins. Stories always got to her, they left her thinking, always fearing the worst. Now, looking outside, all Addilyn could think of was the horrors of the shadows, whatever they were. She hated to do it, but the fullness of her bladder urged Addilyn towards the bowl beneath her bed, somewhere safe where she could relieve herself. It was a fair thought. She took a deep breath and made her way upstairs. On her way, Addilyn passed Margo’s room. A candle burned inside as the little engineer was soundly sleeping, cuddled into Andi who lay behind her. “Ah, Ms. Addilyn.” Andi had noticed, the mechanical girl smiled. “Andi, you’re still awake.” Addilyn returned her smile. She composed herself, keeping her legs steady to avoid bouncing up and down in a childish potty dance. She tensed her muscles and stood still, ignoring the urges. Andi nodded. “Mother was having some difficulty sleeping. I’m staying awake to comfort her.” Suddenly, Margo began whimpering in her sleep, muttering the name Sara as sadness sunk into her sleeping face. “It’s okay, mother.” Andi spoke softly, rubbing Margo’s head until the little engineer settled back into a quiet snore. She didn't wish to get caught up in conversation. Nature called, urgently. Addilyn nodded to Andi and continued on toward the last door. The door opened quietly; Addilyn did everything she could to not stir Lucina’s slumber. The silver-haired warrior lay asleep on her bed, wrapped in her blanket. She was in a deep sleep, her loud, monstrous snores nearly shook the brittle floorboards. This would be easy. Hopefully. Addilyn crept along the floorboards toward her bed and bent down, grimacing as she felt the pressure being put on her full bladder. A small ceramic bowl, larger than a soup bowl sat beneath the bed right beside a pile of fresh sheets. Addilyn pulled the bowl out slowly. A receptacle for relief right in her hands. She held it for a moment, staring cautiously over to the sleeping Lucina. Right. She thought, sitting the bowl down gently on the floor. I just need to undo my shorts. She undid her belt, moving as slowly as she could to avoid making any noise. squat down. She crouched down, hovering herself over the bowl. pee, and empty the bowl… all without waking up Lucina. That was the hard part, even with her shorts down, Addilyn couldn’t pee. Her body seized up knowing another girl was sleeping just a few feet away. Ooh, she’s going to hear it. It’s going to echo through the room and wake her. She tensed up between the legs, her body denying her bladder relief. She stared down and sighed with frustration. The bed creaked, a drowsy mumble murmured. “Who…” Lucina, half-asleep, asked to nobody. Heat rushed to her cheeks, her heart pounded, Addilyn wanted to scream. Acting purely on instinct she rushed to pull her knickers back up and kicked the bowl back beneath the bed. “Ah, Lucina! I-It’s j-just me!” Addilyn sputtered, struggling to put the words together. Lucina rubbed her eyes and turned in her bed. “Addilyn… ah, you’re retiring to bed?” She said with a weary groan. “H-Ha, n-no. I-I just c-came to g-get some-something!” Addilyn pretended to root around beneath the bed, fondling the air in a pathetic attempt to feign a search. “Ha! I-I’ve got it.” She rose to her feet, and forgetting that, in a panicked hurry, she’d only pulled up her knickers, Addilyn collapsed to the floor with a thud. Her shorts were still draped around her boots. "Hehe... belt came undone." She tried to laugh it off. I hope I didn't leak... She hadn't, still dry, thankfully. Closing the door behind her, Addilyn bent down to her knees and pushed her hands against her maidenhood once again. She couldn’t make her water in there, she couldn’t do it out here, and she couldn’t use the lavatory. Was there somewhere, anywhere else she could go? There's a basin down in the bathing room...could I? No! She shook the thoughts of peeing in the sink from her head. No! No! No! What kind of disgusting girl makes her water in a sink!? She sighed, there was only one place she could go at a time like this; and with a nervous glance out into the night, Addilyn knew she had no choice but to go behind the tavern. Yura had asked curiously where the bard was going this late with a lantern in her hand. Addilyn didn’t answer and rushed out onto the steps of the tavern. She felt herself stop, her feet wouldn’t move beyond the small cover by the steps. The streets were dark, snow fell from the sky, and there was no life to be found. All she had to do was take a few steps down, head around the tavern, relieve herself and head back, but staring into the pitch black night, the uneasy silence tempered with nothing but shadows; it made Addilyn freeze. She felt safe in the tavern with the fire and lights, nothing would get her there… but out here. She whimpered and after making sure nobody was around, crossed her legs. Addilyn gazed out into the darkness, squeezing her legs tighter, letting out a faint whimper as her maidenhood burned. This is exactly what Franziska means when she says you need to be fearless. The brave voice in Addilyn’s mind said. It was her own voice as it always was. Look at you, crossed legged and whimpering like a little girl who's about to wet herself because you can’t take a lantern and pee out in the dark. You’re not even fearless enough to pee in a pot in there. The voice grew more mocking. I can’t let another girl hear me tinkling into a bowl. “It’s embarrassing.” Addilyn squeezed her legs so tightly it almost hurt. She bent down and sat on the steps to the tavern. She hoped nobody would see as she calmly rested her hands between her legs, pushing against herself. “Besides… I heard them, something’s wandering around in the darkness. They said it was behind the tavern before vanishing.” So what? You’re a fighter, you’re not meant to let things like that scare you. You came to this cursed isle of your own volition! You’re one of the protectors of this town now! What kind of protector are you if you’d rather wet yourself than go out in the dark!? The voice may have been her own, but it spoke cruelly. Addilyn peered down the street; she saw the farmstead, an outline of the farmhouse hidden away by the black shadows. A small light came from the tower by the gate and inside Addilyn could make out a feminine figure. It had to be Franziska, who’d bravely offered to do one of the night patrols for Alexandr. What would Franziska say if she saw you right now, cross-legged and whimpering for the privy? “She’d tell me to be braver than this…” Addilyn muttered sadly to herself. “If I can’t even walk out into the dark… how am I going to fight a demon?” Addilyn began clutching her rapier. “That’s right… I said I’d be braver… what kind of hero would I be if I let the darkness get to me so easily?” Slowly, she rose to her feet. Suddenly, the darkness did not look so dark and Addilyn took her first steps out into the dark streets. It always felt like something was out there, watching every step she took, waiting for a moment of weakness. That’s what unsettled her the most; there was never a greater sign of weakness than when a person was relieving themselves. Broden always told her that. “You’re always weakest when you’re squatting in the forest.” He’d say playfully, keeping a serious tone about him. “Wouldn’t want to be nabbed while taking a dump, would you?” She missed his crude sense of humour. Maybe one day, she’d see him again; as the hero who defeated the curse of Oldengrad, a thought that kept the darkness away and the fear in her heart dimmed. The cold did her bladder no good; Addilyn shivered, but there was always a painful, persistent warmth stirring between her legs. Everything she had done since getting up from her seat had done nothing but aggravate her bladder. She’d already been on the verge of relief once. The fear made her feel loose, like she could leak at any moment. She walked slowly through the snow, one hand on the lantern, the other between her legs to keep her river from flowing. The sounds of crunching beneath her boots moved with a slow, uneasy pace. Addilyn hated the dark, even in town she didn’t feel safe. The portal, with it's chains dug into the ruins of the church hung over the town, harpies swooping in the night and screeching. A ghastly demonic screech echoed through the air, frightening the bard as she began hastening her steps. The sooner she relieved herself, the sooner she'd back in the warm comfort of the tavern. Maybe it was the slow speed at which she walked, maybe it was the fear that engulfed her like darkness engulfed the town, or maybe it was just the feeling of her full bladder with each step she took, but the walk felt endless, like an eternity. Behind the tavern was an old tin boiler, rusted and neglected, but still functional. Some of the snow around it had melted away from the heat it gave off. There were two houses on the west side of the tavern, separating the rear of the tavern from the street. There were no lights on, nobody would see her here. Nobody would notice an unsuspecting girl squatting to make her water here. Addilyn sat the lantern down on an empty barrel by her side and began to lift her dress. A sound nearby, like tepid footsteps moving cautiously, caught the bards attention. She froze, her dressed hoisted over her arms as she looked out into the shadows with a fearful gaze. “It’s nothing. My imagination playing tricks on me.” Addilyn said to comfort herself. "There is no way anything could get through that wall." She hiked up her dress, pulled down her shorts, and nervously squatted in the snow. She took a deep breath and relaxed, granting her bladder relief. She could feel the cold numbing her bare backside. In the silence, a quiet pattering began to fill the air. A sense of relief filled the young bard as her bladder emptied, a dark stream pittled from between her legs, yellowing the snow around her boots. “Uuu…” Addilyn whimpered. She couldn’t enjoy the relief she was feeling, it was overshadowed with fear as she glanced around the shadows, stopping only to peer down at the growing puddle beneath her legs. “Hmm~” She allowed herself one sigh of pleasure, watching as the spurt between her legs intensified, spraying the snow. The snow between her feet melted, the quiet tinkling turned to a loud splattering as her stream struck the now revealed dirt. The heat of her water rose, gently warming the bards legs. Footsteps again. This time, Addilyn was certain she saw something, a beastly silhouette that stood still the moment she looked over, like it knew she was watching. Her heart began racing, she thought about pulling up her shorts and running; she didn’t even care if she’d piss herself, she wouldn’t care if she stumbled down into the tavern, piss cascading down her thighs if it meant she could escape the gaze of whatever was watching her. Something definitely moved, Addilyn saw, and it was moving closer to her. Riddled with fear, she pulled up her shorts, her bladder still unrelieved as she began to feel the warmth of her stream filling her shorts. They grew heavy quickly as Addilyn pulled them back up, her thighs and maidenhood now soaked with her pee as she failed to stop her water. She ignored the growing warmth in her knickers, pooling between her legs and washing her lower lips. She had to ignore it, she needed to grab her rapier and defend herself. The beast was moving faster through the darkness, toward her. Addilyn grabbed her rapier and lifted it in a defensive stance. Something warm was running down her legs, she caught a glimpse of her pee, glistening in the lanterns glow as it ran down her bare legs. No, I won’t let it bother me this time. The beast was closer; She could see it’s features more closely now, four legs and a maw that bore sharp yellow teeth beneath a set of dark red eyes. Addilyn grasped her rapier nervously, clutching it tightly in her hand. This was it, when the beast would lunge, Addilyn would strike, just like Franziska had taught her. Ease up! Don't let your feet stop! Keep a firm grip on the hilt! She repeated the words Franziska had yelled aboard the Natalya religiously. Weave, stride, strike, repeat! A dire wolf pup, larger and more ferocious than a mainland wolf, wandered into the light. Addilyn stared the beast down, rapier in-hand, ignoring the wetness growing between her legs. It’s eyes were red, a sign that it was berzerk, driven mad by the powerful magic of the red moon. The wolf snarled, bearing it's fangs, white breath filling the air as it sized up the young bard. Addilyn stood ready, rapier out in a defensive stance. She wasn't ready when the wolf leapt for her, launching itself on it's hind legs toward the bard. All she had to do was move to the side and strike the wolf with one attack, but she couldn't. The wolf moved quickly, faster than she had expected. In surprise, Addilyn was frozen, too sluggish to properly counter the wolf's lunge. She didn't even notice the wolf was already atop her, knocking her to the ground with force. She felt the warmth as her wet shorts pressed against her backside. It landed atop her, a beast of thick fur and a deathly stench atop her frail, frightened body. Addilyn used all of her strength to keep off the snarling beast that went for her neck. She wanted to scream but fear had grasped her throat. She was alone, nobody was coming, nobody had heard. This fight was her own. She had to think fast, something, anything to keep the wolf from her neck... and then she remembered; There was a last resort, one Addilyn did not use unless absolutely necessary; The cursed sign of Tsereteli was not something to be used with trivial intent, but she had no choice. Quickly, with a struggle to fend off the attacking wolf, she readied the spell, no, the curse. She felt a burning in her left arm as she channeled it, her palm grew as hot as hellfire. Time felt like it froze, the cold winter became as hot as the burning hells as Addilyn spoke the cursed incantation she so rarely cast: Signum en Lupus. She placed a hand atop the wolfs head and cast the incantation. The wolf stopped, growing passive as it’s eyes began to glow a bright gold; From a ravenous feral wolf to a timid puppy, the wolf jumped off the bard and whimpered, lowering it's head like a submissive child. She'd done it. “H-Hi.” Addilyn put her hand out slowly, letting the dire wolf sniff it. It’s tail rose and the wolf sat, tilting it’s head. After a second, the wolf rose to its feet and moved behind her, sniffing curiously around her wet shorts. “Ahh...hey, hey… You can’t do that to people. That’s not how we say hi!” She felt a flush in her cheeks. Gently, she pushed away the curious wolf, who’d taken a fondness in trying to sniff her backside. “Though you don’t see me as people, do you? You recognize me now… like this.” The dire wolf didn’t understand, it’s head tilted further. “You can’t stay here, the other’s aren’t like me.” The wolf did nothing, it sat by her side and yawned. A howl echoed through the trees, nabbing the pups attention as it’s ears pricked up. “Your family misses you.” Addilyn pet the wolf, smiling as she gestured back to the woods. As if it was a command, the dire wolf ran back into the shadows, vanishing into the night, back to it’s family. And now Addilyn had to face the cold, wet truth as she stared down at her soggy shorts. She sighed, frowning at the darkened fabric that clung to her body. I wet myself again… She tried to be brave, she really did, but it didn’t stop her. To Addilyn, this felt like a failure, she’d let fear get the best of her again. It reminded Addilyn of something Franziska had said just two nights ago. “When I went to... take a piss earlier, that thing, that portal that appeared, it caught me by surprise. Fear ran through me and before I knew it, I was so paralyzed by fear, that I was... pissing myself." Franziska had spoken so boldly, even for something so embarrassing she accepted that it happened, and that she was no weaker for it. "I saw that giant portal and those chains manifest from thin air, and stricken with panic, I couldn’t hold myself. So no it isn’t snow. I...fear-stricken...pissed myself.” Lying in that bed, that was the moment Addilyn had said she'd be better, that she wouldn't let the small things get to her. “Not this time…” Addilyn holstered her rapier and shook her head. Her heart was pounding, even in the cold she felt a sweat. “I didn’t run away this time, I didn’t cower, I held my ground.” Suddenly, she didn't feel so scared. A surge of bravery warmed her blood. The night did not seem so dark, the cold did not seem so chilling, the monsters around her did not feel so threatening. "I am Addilyn Tsereteli, wanderer of the Caravarni, and soon... the hero of Oldengrad." The bard got back to her feet. "The next time, I'll be ready." She headed back into the tavern, where a quick bath and bed were waiting.
  22. theGAME420

    female Desperate flight home

    So I went to go visit some friends of mine in Georgia this past weekend. The weekend was so much fun, but as with all good things they must eventually come to an end. Monday eventually came and it was time to go back home. I awoke early for my drive into Atlanta airport, which was at least 2 hours long. Add in the heat, humidity, the need for caffeine, and straight thirst, and I had polished off a coke and a bottle of water till I got to the airport. Once inside the airport of course there isn't time to pee so unfortunately there's no choice but to hold it in until you get checked in and through security. I still found myself thirsty and drank another bottle of water while waiting. Part of me was thinking, I shouldn't drink this water since I already have to pee, but another part of me is thinking, you don't want to get dehydrated. The latter part of me won. My bladder continued to fill as I worked my way through security, to the point that I had to give my crotch a few discreet squeezes as I waited. I FINALLY passed through security and thought to myself, I need to find a bathroom.....until I looked at the time on my phone. Then I thought to myself, shit, there isn't time. The plane is going to be boarding soon. I'm gonna have to hold it. I thought ok, I can make it. What choice do I have but to hold it in at this point. I got on the tram and began my journey to the gate, needing to give my crotch a few more squeezes along the way. As I arrived to the gate my need to pee was now at about an 8/10. However, there again was no time to go. I boarded the plane and took my seat. The plane itself was very full, which on hindsight was a good analogy to my aching bladder, which by this point was screaming for relief. Unfortunately, there was again no time to pee so I was forced to continue holding it in. The airplane seatbelt only seemed to make matters worse, as seatbelts always seem to do against a full bladder. As the plane was taxiing into position I'm continuing to squeeze my thighs and my crotch more frequently now. I'm also biting my lip and looking out the window to try and take my mind off of what at this point was my rock hard bladder. The plane finally took off and I was thinking, as soon as the seatbelt sign is turned off I'll go pee. After about 15 minutes the seatbelt sign finally went off. I was about to get up and make my way to the bathroom when I saw 2 ladies and a guy get up in front of me. I thought to myself ok, I will wait until they are done, and then I will get up and go. I saw the 2 ladies make their way through the restroom and back to their seats. The guy was about to go in and I was about to get up when the pilot came over the intercom and said for everyone to return to their seats. Their would be turbulence and he was turning on the seatbelt sign. The guy who was about to go into the bathroom returned to his seat and I remained in my seat, continuing to hold my pee with every fiber of my being. My bladder was at a 10/10 at this point. I put the tray table down at this point so I could hold myself to keep my pee in. My bladder was soo stupidly full at this point. I felt like I had gallons of pee screaming for release. After about 10 minutes the seatbelt sign finally went off and I was about to get up to go to the bathroom, when I saw the attendants bringing out the snack carts. I thought oh for god's sake. Since this was a very full plane there was no way for me to get around the cart and the attendant. I sat back down, my bladder throbbing and screaming for relief. At this point I thought to myself, it's either the bathroom or my pants. Since the aisles were blocked by the snack carts and the attendants serving snacks I thought my pants it is. I put the tray table down and relaxed. Almost immediately I felt the first dribble escape into my boxer briefs. After a second or two it stopped, and then I dribbled again for a second or two. I felt better after I did this as it took the edge off, so to speak. I dribbled off and on for the rest of the flight and into the airport. I FINALLY found a restroom in the airport and drained my bladder for almost a full minute. It was ecstasy to finally pee after holding it in for all that time. My boxers were pretty damp and my jean shorts had a wet spot in the crotch (which I attached a pic of). After inspecting the damage I thought, oh well, shut happens, what are you gonna do?
  23. NaworShea

    Willy Maykit????

    i was in the comic book store today and i see this out of nowhere and haven’t recovered yet
  24. Dimwitrolo

    Daisy

    From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    Compilation of small sketches of Daisy wetting herself
  25. In two parts. If only you could see her face. (Then again, my imagination may be much more flattering than reality.) Never seen this before. Hope it's new to you & I can help make your day! https://www.xtube.com/profile/samiw93-32096261