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  1. A while ago I posted a popular 4 part story, The City Without a Ladies Room. I mentioned at one point in that thread that I was working on another story set in the city, I even posted the first 2 paragraphs to it in my own feed ages ago, this is that story. I've been working on it off and on for months, but feel I'm finally ready to post it. You don't need to have read The City Without a Ladies Room in order to enjoy this story or understand it. The characters are different, but the rules of the city & accepted social norms described in it are still the same. ===== City Without a Ladies Room - The Very Desperate Date Loren was a beautiful young mid-20's woman who lived a few stories above me at our apartment complex. I ran into her at the bus stop early this morning on my way to work, where she was sipping on a large 31 ounce (917 ml) cup of coffee. I knew she'd need to pee before long once she finished her coffee, but with no ladies rooms in the city she'd have to hold it for a good while. Probably at least until the early evening rolled around. I knew I wanted to see her hold it for longer than that, so I chatted with her for a few minutes while we waited for the bus. After a while I suggested we have dinner and see a movie later tonight after we got off from work. To my delight Loren agreed. During the afternoon Loren texted me that she was going to have to work a few hours of overtime. She wouldn't get off from work until 7 PM. I told her no problem; I'd pick her up right from work when her shift ended. I didn’t mind the delay, it met Loren's poor bladder would be even fuller at the end of her shift, and I didn't intend to let her go home and pee during our date. By the time 7 PM rolled around part of me fully expected Loren to ask if we could swing by her apartment, so she could pee before we went to dinner. Because of her overtime Loren had just finished an 11 hour shift, all without a single pee break when I picked her up right from work. If she asked for a chance to go home so she could pee, I was ready to tell her she needed to hold it. We were already running late because of her overtime. Instead, with her slim fidgeting legs tightly crossed, and her too-tight skinny jeans torturing her swollen bladder, Loren said nothing about her rather full bladder. Instead she apologized for her job delaying our date by several hours. I assured her I was perfectly fine with the delay, so long as we still caught the next movie at 8 PM. I knew that certainly wouldn't give Loren any time to go home and pee first, as we still had to grab dinner. Loren knew this as well, but she still agreed without hesitation, so I happily took her to dinner at a nearby restaurant. Loren couldn't help but fidget around uncomfortably in her seat throughout dinner as she drained her large glass of soda. But of course there was no opportunity for her to get up to go pee somewhere, there wasn't a ladies room in the entire city. I loved knowing that Loren badly needed to pee, but she had no choice but to continue to hold it for hours longer. After dinner we had about 20 minutes to get to the theater to catch the next movie. Despite her bursting piss-filled bladder, Loren didn't even bother to ask if we could stop by her apartment first so she could pee, which aroused me even more. Then again, Loren knew full well there wasn't enough time for her to go home for a quick pee break before the movie, which was quite convenient for me, and quite inconvenient for her! At the theater there were some public urinals for the men near the entrance. But of course nothing was provided for the women, they were all expected to hold it. "Hold on a minute, I need to pee" I told Loren. She nodded politely and waited; her poor swollen bladder was no doubt very jealous while I peed just a few feet away from her. I noticed she was crossing her legs, and fidgeting around anxiously as I peed, which made me extra excited. "What's wrong Loren, do you need to pee?" I asked her casually. She nodded. "I've needed to pee pretty bad all afternoon at work. But since there aren't any ladies rooms I could use I'm still holding it" she admitted casually, all while I continued peeing in front of her. "In hindsight I probably should have considered going home to pee over my lunch break like some of the other girls did, but I figured I could hold it till later. And my co-worker invited me and some of the guys over to have lunch and coffee at his place, since he lives right next to the office, so I accepted. His toilet was right there in the next room while we ate & had our coffee. I had about 4 large cups of coffee this morning, so I really needed to pee by that point. The guys knew I really needed to use the toilet as they all used it one by one while I waited for my chance to go. But since the guys didn't offer to let me use the toilet I knew I wasn't allowed to pee, so I just held it. I was the only one in our group who went back to work still unrelieved, knowing I'd have to hold it the rest of my shift. Even though I really needed to pee bad in the afternoon I still helped myself to 2 more cups of coffee when I got thirsty" she admitted sheepishly. Knowing Loren had a chance to pee earlier in her co-worker's toilet, but she had skipped it out of obedience to the city's rules, and she was still holding it hours later made me even more excited. "So you've been bursting to go for a while then" I remarked casually as I finished peeing. Loren nodded as she continued to twist herself into desperate knots. "I really appreciate how you skipped your chance to go pee afterwork for me. You didn't even ask me if you could go home to pee before we went out, even though you badly needed to. How long has it been since you've last gone?" I asked curiously. "It's been 13 hours since I've last gone early this morning, I'm glad you at least appreciate me holding it for so long. My poor bladder really hates me for skipping the chance to use a perfectly good toilet over lunch, and for passing up a chance to go home and pee after getting off from work. But with a lady's proper etiquette it wasn't really up to me if I got to go or not, it was up to you guys" she pointed out. "You never offered me a chance to go home and pee before we left for dinner, so I figured you obviously wanted me to hold it. Watching you go in the urinal has only made me need to pee so much worse now" she added as she openly held herself. "Can you hold it till after the movie? There's really no time for you to go home and pee now" I pointed out. The movie we were seeing was over 3 and a half hours long, so Loren knew I was asking her to hold it for at least another 4 hours. "It's going to be hard to wait that long; I need to pee so frigging bad already" she admitted candidly. "But yes, I can hold on for you till after the movie. Us ladies are supposed to hold it if we have to" she answered obediently. With that settled we bought our tickets and went to get some refreshments. Being a gentleman I of course got Loren a 42 ounce (1,242 ml) soda, the largest size they had. It was the perfect size for a lady with an already full bladder. Even with the prospect of needing to hold on for hours more to come hanging over her head, I knew Loren would be too polite a lady to refuse it. She knew plenty of guys in the city loved it when their girl badly needed to pee, the longer she had been holding it in the better. Some prideful ladies purposely ordered large drinks for themselves just to be sexy, and to prove that they weren't concerned by the lack of a ladies room. I knew Loren was one of those prideful ladies who probably enjoyed holding it all day. So Loren politely accepted the large drink, even with a nervous tremor in her fidgeting legs, and a hint of worry on her face. She even politely took a long sip for me, without a word of complaint about her already throbbing little pee hole. She was already dying to use the toilet, but as a lady she knew she absolutely wasn't allowed to pee in public under any circumstances! She was stuck holding it for the entire movie now. It was too bad for Loren that I had purposely chosen the longest movie possible, just to keep her waiting even longer! I had even gotten us seats all the way in the back, as far from the entrance as possible, all to slow our exit later. With all the action in Loren's swelling bladder, I doubted either of us were going to be paying much attention to what was on the big screen. ===== It's a shorter story than usual for me I know, I'm attempting to write shorter higher quality stories lately so it doesn't take me quite as long to finish them. This story will be concluded in a part 2 at a later date.
  2. A few days ago, Pornhub (or how they call themselves now StayhomeHub), gave Premium access to everyone worldwide for free!!! - with the goal of keeping us busy in during the lockdown. Now that we all have Premium, we might as well use it! Let's share some links to some good omo content that was previously behind a paywall! - particular videos or wrole authors. I listed the things I am looking for personally (l like women.) in the post's tags, but feel free to suggest anything else, as other people are surely looking things as well. Please provide links, names and a brief description - for everyone's convenience.
  3. Just figured to share an experience from a few weeks ago when my wife and I were coming home from having a couple drinks at a mutual friend's house. About 5 minutes into what was about a 20 minute drive home, my wife mentioned she needed to pee really bad as we were passing a gas station, so I obliged and stopped. As she went to the bathroom, I filled up the gas tank a tad. As she came out, I asked if she was wet and disappointing to me at the time, she said no. As we left the gas station, it was about another 15 minutes till home, then a mere 5 minutes into the drive, she announced she had to pee again. Another 5 minutes passed and she was starting to squirm, cross her legs, and bounce up and down, saying how bad it was getting. This continued and got even worse the last 5 minutes of the drive, with her cursing at every red light that stopped us. When we got home, she darted to the bathroom (as I followed) and sat down and immediately released a flood. I took the opportunity to look at and feel her panties, which they were completely soaked on the bottom. This all happened in a mere 15 minutes after stopping to pee at the gas station, getting completely desperate to the point of losing control in this short of time.
  4. It has been an exhausting day. I didn't sleep well last night. I missed my school classes but woke up for our group work. Everything has been so confusing. I drew/painted some pair of ballerina shoes for the 30-day drawing challenge we're having with friends. After that I just ended up lounging on the couch with my phone and daydreaming about holding and chilling with diapers. I went to the toilet, still floating in my fantasies and felt a silent growl from my tummy. I was hungry. I sighed and went to the kitchen to see if there was something to eat. I had a package of chili-sweet potato soap in the fridge so I decided to microwave it. I sprinkled some pumpkin seeds on top of the soup. As I was spooning the yellow soup towards my mouth, I finally made the decision to do an intentional hold. The thing was, I didn't want to do it with the clothes I was currently wearing. I was having a beige tank top and black, loose college pants. Underneath I had my pink pajama shorts with pictures of monsters or something. I wanted feel cute and this outfit wasn't helping at all. I was dirty and sweaty so I wanted to take a shower before I change into clean clothes. And my hair was tangled af, so I wanted to brush it before going to shower. I usually always have some kind of water glass lingering around my house. I was thirsty so I hunted that glass and found it from the living room. It was almost empty but I drank the water that was left in it and went outside for a cigarette. I was thinking having a cute dress and snapchatted with my best friend X. I told him what I was about to do. It's not his thing but I like how I'm able to be open about my interests without feeling weird. Well, it's kinda strange tbh because I usually never tell anyone irl about these things, but still tho. I was already starting to build up. I wasn't even surprised. X always likes to joke about how I'm an human straw; everything I drink, comes straight through and I need to use the toilet pretty damn often. After I came back in and took my jacket off, I felt like I was freezing. I grabbed my yellow hoodie and put it on. I got my spray conditioner and my two hair brushes. The other one is light pink tangle teezer and the other one is small, light purple and glittery My Little Pony brush. Before I started to brush my hair, I wanted to get more water and make some boiled water because I wanted some tea. I had my worn-out red, long hair on a loose ponytail so I opened it up and let my hair go wild. As I mentioned before, my hair was super tangled. I went through the hair with my fingers at first to solve the biggest tangles. The electric kettle was humming loud. I sprayed my hair with the conditioner, it's supposed to help with the tangles. Hisss hisss hissss hiss. The combination of the humming and hissing was making my bladder tingle a bit. Hisss hisss hissss hiss hiss. I sprayed all around my hair and took the tangle teezer and started brushing. Little by little I went through my hair. After brushing some time, the boiled water was ready. It was time to refill my water glass and get the tea. I took my black flower printed bowl-like tea mug and choose to drink wild berry infusion. It's soooo good. I headed back to the living room and continued brushing my hair. Hissss hisss hiss. I sprayed some more conditioner to my hair. I took a huuuuuge sip from my water and then changed the brush to the My Little Pony one. I really like that sound that the brush makes when going through my hair. It's so relaxing... My need to go was notable. I went to the bathroom half an hour ago and I was already at a point where I couldn't ignore my urge to pee. Nice, bladder, nice. I'm not going to pee, don't you even think about it. I'm talking to my bladder, what a nice level of insanity. After I was ready with my hair, I still hadn't even touched the tea. I don't like to use milk in it, so it was too hot drink straight away. Now it had cooled off so I took 15 minutes to chill and drink it. When I finished the tea, my bladder was begging to be released. I was afraid that I'm going to lose it before I even get dressed nicely. My excitement got a small hit but I didn't think that too much, all my focus was on my constantly growing desire to relieve myself. I decided to go for a smoke before I was going to the shower. I was walking around the yard with tiny and careful but fast steps, it was impossible to stand still. When I came back in, my mouth was dry so I had to drink. I was feeling some dampness in my undies. I wasn't leaking myself but I think some dribbles might have escaped. Idk. I took my clothes off and watched my naked reflection in the mirror. There was a small bulge in my stomach. The hot water running against my skin and pussy certainly didn't help me not to pee. And in a minute, I caught myself peeing. I washed myself and adored the cute soap bubbles on my skin. I came out and wrapped my hair in black towel and put my white, warm and puffy bathrobe on. I felt suuuuuper comfy. Then it was time to put that cute clothing on I had dreamed about all this time. At first I took pastel colored pull-up diaper. I felt happy. It felt so nice and comfy and puffy and everything. I was kinda happy that I lost it in the shower because now I had time to enjoy the diaper. On top of the diaper I put black and white striped pantyhose and a black, flowery, A-shaped miniskirt. And for a shirt, I chose orange, tight shirt that revealed my shoulders. That made me crave orange juice. Luckily there was some left in the fridge. My shiny and large unicorn mug with a straw was in a dish so I took a regular glass and headed to my pc. I started writing and got really drawn away from the reality until suddenly I became aware of my extremely full bladder. I hadn't even drunk that much, just the orange juice. I was chatting with another friend and he said that I should hold it until 1am. I was a bit horrified because I already really needed to pee, but then again, it was only 35 minutes. Shouldn't be too hard, right? I can do this. Needless to say, concentrating to the writing was nearly impossible. And I was so thirsty. I tried to take only small sips but my mouth kept getting dry. 15 minutes. I was struggling. My whole body was in tension and I couldn't focus on anything else than not peeing myself. 8 minutes. I peeked constantly the time from my phone and every minute felt like it was an eternity. The time was passing sooooooooo slooooooooowlyyyyyy. 5 minutes. I can do it. My bladder was aching a bit but I was going to make it. 2 minutes. I started counting the seconds. I couldn't stand still but I couldn't walk so I ended up spinning. 1 minute. I was so close and I was so relieved that I would make it that I almost failed at the border of succeeding. But I didn't. Instantly when I saw the clock was 1 am, the slow but intense spout began. I was standing a big smile on my face, enjoying the warmth spreading in my diaper. I was proud of myself and on an cloud 9.
  5. So, I posted this on some other board the other day and now I think I have never seen it on here, so this may be new to some. The URL is http://castlage.com/ It's a website made by a guy named tyao, and it contains a lot of very good Flash videos and images that are definitely relevant. Don't be scared by all the Japanese text. Just click everything. Most of it is good. These are the most interesting: http://castlage.com/01/02gallery.html (videos; also contains bios on the recurring characters) http://castlage.com/01/03illustration000.html (illustrations) http://castlage.com/01/03memorial00001.html (illustrations from when the girls were young) http://castlage.com/01/12serviceshot.html (service shots; again illustrations) Note that for the illustrations, you have to click the links on the pages for making various images appear. Just a little warning: there is some (very tame) pooping content. EDIT: Fixed links that were butchered by forum software.
  6. CONTAINS A PEE-ONLY VERSION TOO! This comic marks my return to the Toilet Stool adaptations and also ends a long break from messing content. I've been waiting a while to address this story, and unfortunate timing puts it out in an era where toilet paper and isolation are on everyone's minds. But in this story, a young lady wakes up with a typical morning urge, her bowels and bladder both aching for relief from a good night's sleep. However, her bathroom is out of toilet paper; while she fortunately has a bunch in her house's unique garage, she also has an absent-minded moment as she's retrieving it and ends up locking herself inside. As we quickly see, she doesn't do well under stressful moments such as these. Not only does she not see the potential solutions until it's too late for her underwear, but she panics so much that her body takes care of her natural needs with her noticing only after she's made a mess... I still understand that not everyone has a thing for messing - even for me it's more of a conceptual turn-on. For this reason I've made a version of this story that's the exact same length as the original, but has all mentions and visuals relating to her number 2 needs removed so that this charming tale can be told to a pee-loving audience as well. The original story has the narrator relieving herself from both ends in her moment of panic, but the way she told it gave me leeway to exclude the messier aspects and still tell a fun illustrated misadventure. Both versions have 16 pages that include wetting and nudity, and the one free of messing is marked as such. As usual each zipped file contains near-identical folders. One contains each page in its original resolution out of Photoshop, and the other contains the same images scaled down 50% for easier reading. Since the pee-only version contains a few rewrites to complete the story, you're essentially getting 2 comics for the price of 1 in this release. I know these are tough times for everyone, and like many others I've been left without official work for at least a few more weeks but likely longer. Until then I hope to make this my primary job and mitigate my time outside. That said I'm sure everyone has financial priorities above my comics, but every sale I make from this comic and the others in my library helps me make another bill and makes me feel truly valued and appreciated. You've been a wonderful community to help me grow and thrive as an artist, and I hope to keep offering more fetish art now and as long as I can.

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  7. Hi Omo folks! I devised an Omo game to play with myself while I am stuck at home for the foreseeable future. It COULD be played in public, but that's for a safer time. If you know of any other games like this please mention them in the comments. So many variations are possible! I live with a roommate which will make this much more entertaining. The rules If you can't detect enough liquid in your bladder to void, you must drink a full vessel of water (at least 6 oz) when you: 1. Hear the word 'toilet' or 'bathroom'. 2. Hear ANY reference to urine or beverages. 3. Hear the operation of a toilet, bathroom sink or shower. 4. See a toilet or bathroom in your house. 5. See ANY visual depicting a toilet or a bathroom. 6. See ANY visual representation of beverages. 7. See any living organism consuming liquid (even plants outside your window on a rainy day). 8. You walk within arms-length of the entry way to a bathroom. 9. You enter a bathroom for any reason. 10. Anyone with whom you share living space occupies the bathroom for any length of time or comes within arms-length of a bathroom. If you are able to void any amount of urine than you are obliged to do so within 10 seconds WITHOUT the toilet (e.g in a vessel, on the floor, in your pants) when you: 1. Hear the word 'toilet' or 'bathroom'. 2. Hear ANY reference to urine. 3. Hear the operation of a toilet, bathroom sink or shower. 4. See a toilet or bathroom in your house. 5. See ANY visual depicting a toilet or a bathroom. 6. You walk within arms-length of the entry way to a bathroom. 7. You enter a bathroom for any reason (toilet prohibited). 8. Anyone with whom you share living space occupies the bathroom for any length of time or comes within arms-length of a bathroom. Suggestions? Thoughts? I'll be sharing any interesting stories as soon as I start playing tonight!
  8. I've been searching for this for ages. It seems to be a clip of a Japanese model doing a bikini photoshoot with a impatient photographer who won't let her pee. I've seen two separate videos of it that don't have the end (if there is one). They're labeled 『おしっこさせて!』グラビアアイドル、尿意に飲まれての撮影, which Google translates to "Please pee! ] Gravure Idol, Shooting Drinking In Urine." One is on Dailymotion (turn off family filter before clicking link): The other is on a Japanese site but freezes in the middle: https://www.nicovideo.jp/watch/sm25610076 If anyone has the full vid or knows where it comes from I'd be eternally grateful!
  9. P.G.

    Long Line

    From the album: PG's Created Image Gallery

    Something tells me the line must be rigged or something.
  10. So it looks like he is sort of pressing his hand in to his crotch because he needs to pee. The expression in his face makes it seem like he’s looking for something, a bathroom, a place for relief, a distraction to keep him from peeing. At some point he moves over to the half wall and leaks some when he goes to sit, not realizing that it was enough to soak his shorts some. The expression on his face is one of both frustration and satisfaction from a little relief and a little warmth, giving him a bit of a tickle on his pickle, but his frustration is with whomever (person taking pictures?) is preventing him from going and peeing. He’s not new to peeing his pants because he holds it too long. A couple of weeks earlier he was at a long movie and kept thinking he needed to go to the bathroom. But the isles were full and he was blocked in, and eventually peed his pants then too. He loves the relief that he gets and doesn’t admit to anyone, but he loves the public humiliation where others see him peeing his pants or seeing where he peed his pants. Alex is kind of a bad boy, yet innocent soul too. He has one kink that gets him extremely turned on, he loves to hold his pee until he can’t anymore. He does it at least once a day, and isn’t afraid to do it in front of someone else. Alex also loves to control when his friends can go too, so he makes sure to be the one driving, and will intentionally go out of his way to make sure he takes a longer route if he even suspects that someone in the car needs to pee. Vinny and a couple of his friends went shopping. His parents gave him some money to get some new clothes while they were away. So he has his hands pretty full when he starts to realize he needs to pee. At first he fidgets and then breaks away from the group to find a bathroom. As he starts to walk in to the bathroom he feels his tight briefs get warm, not realizing he’s peed some. He gets to the urinal and then realizes his hands are too full and he isn’t able to get his dick out when he begins to pee in his pants. A pair of brothers 14 and 7 walk in and the 7 year old sees Vinny has pee dripping from both sides of his pants legs and on to the floor and says to his brother that “that big boy peed his pants like you did yesterday.” They make eye contact and Vinny has tears running down. The older brother says, “im glad I’m not the only one.” The little boy says, “yeah. Big babies” Jaden and his older brother decided to take a small weekend getaway to a beach about an hour away. Jaden overslept and was rudely awoken by his brother, who was itching to get on the road right away. Jaden got the last of his bag together and went downstairs when his brother took his bag and said “time to hit the road sleepyhead”. About 30 minutes in to the drive Jaden realized his bladder was aching, he asked about how much longer “we’ve got another 30 minutes or so bud.” He reclined the seat back and attempted to fall asleep. 10 minutes passed by and he rolled to his other side and crossed his leg a little and put his hand between his legs. “You ok bud?” His brother asked, “I’m fine.” He responded with a lie. A few more minutes he shoves his hands a little deeper between his legs. He feels a drop of pee escape. He sits up and tries to play it off as just uncomfortable. Another 10 minutes passes by and his brother says “we are almost there, you excited yet?” “Mmhmm” is all Jaden can muster trying to hold his pee. They finally arrive and he feels a big squirt escape. As they go to check in to the hotel, and as he is standing at the counter with his brother he feels his legs getting warmer as pee starts to come out and run down his legs. A puddle forms under him. Matthew has been playing outfield for a while now. He started peepee dancing 20 minutes in to the game and the bathrooms at the ball field are out of order. He has to wait until the next inning to swap out and he able to use the bathroom. The pitcher is up to bat and the ball comes flying in his direction. He starts running. Not realizing with each step that some pee is escaping. He catches the ball and tosses it to second base. Matthew realizes then that he’s in trouble. His light grey pants have a plate sized wet spot at his crotch. His white briefs and his sport cup are soaked where pee ran around it. He keeps holding it as the next couple of players make their moves. During the long walk from the outfield he’s trying to walk quickly and carefully. But every few steps he begins to pee again. By the time he gets to the dugout, he starts to pee his pants all the way. One of his best friends wraps an arm around him and tries to comfort Matthew as he stands there with pee soaking his thighs, then his knees, and even his socks and shoes. Thankfully Matthews friend has a towel that he uses to shove between his legs to absorb some of the pee. By the time they rotate out, all that can be seen is the wet ring from where he originally peed. Radu got selected to do a photo shoot with a talent group looking for teen models. He knew that today was the day. It is a warm Friday afternoon, school is out for the day and he is already wearing what he wants to have on. Because he had to check in and meet them at the scene for where they were going to be photographing him, he had to leave school right away- missing one of his regular bathroom stops on his way away from the school. It’s about a 15 minute walk once he gets off school property to make it there, and much to his dismay he realizes there isn’t a bathroom here to use. While he is signing paper work, he slightly crossed one leg over the other, more to put one foot on top of the other than anything else. He and the two photographers discuss the two places where pictures were going to be taken, and how many. They tell him it will take about an hour and they will both get about 200 pictures in total. At first things are ok and his urgency to pee isn’t too strong. At one point he begins pressing his hand in to his crotch because he needs to pee. The expression in his face makes it seem like he’s looking for something, a bathroom, a place for relief, a distraction to keep him from peeing. They tell him he needs to focus and change positions because he was crossing his legs. The expression on his face is one of both frustration and satisfaction from a little relief as a very small squirt comes out. He mentions to the photographer that he needs to use the bathroom, where they say “just hold it.” He’s not new to peeing his pants because he holds it too long, more often than he should, or would ever admit. He groans but continues to listen to their direction. Another squirt leaks out an he changes positions to crossing his legs again. Radu could feel his underwear getting wet as pee slowly trickles out in to his underwear. He grins as he feels the warmth spreading more and more, finally relaxing and enjoying the warmth flow freely. Noah and his family have been on vacation, the picture we see is from the afternoon before they leave from celebrating a holiday and his 16th birthday. The next morning he and his 12 year old brother pile in the back seat of their parents sedan as they take off. Noah falls asleep and sleeps for the first 3 hours of their journey, and is woken up by the car coming to a stop as they pull in to gas up. His mom asks if he needs a bathroom break and he says no, as does his little brother. They both drift off to sleep and sleep for about an hour when Noah wakes up hearing about his little brother asking for a bathroom break. It dawns on him as he’s crossing his right leg over his left that he really needs to go pee too, his underwear were actually already slightly damp. Dad says “y’all are going to have to wait” and points to the traffic getting backed up. The car begins to roll. “But I really need to pee.” He pleads. “Like I’m about to pee my pants. What am I supposed to do?” He presses legs together really hard as his gray shorts begin to turn darker and darker as he starts peeing. Noah looks at his brother. “It’s probably a bad time to say this, but I need to pee pretty bad too and Nathan is already peeing his pants.” His brother is crying and cuts Noah a look. Noah crosses his legs the other way really tight as he feels a squirt come out. Noah bends forward pressing his hands in to his crotch. Another squirt escapes and Noah turns to look at his brother who is watching in awe as Noah wets his khaki shorts more. Eventually giving in and letting go. Camden is on a road trip with his big bro, Camren. Camden slept right though his alarm and made Camren wake him up causing them to be late getting on the rode. Since they were late Camden didn’t have a chance to use the bathroom. As he got in the car he felt a slight need to pee but ignored it. He ended up falling asleep again in the car for most of the trip. After 2 hours he woke up and realized he really need to pee crossing his left leg over his right. He asked his bro how much longer they had. “Almost there, about 30 mins” he answered. Camden let out a sigh as he crossed his legs tighter. 30 mins later the pulled in to the parking lot. The pressure was to much for Camden as he felt his bladder release soaking his pants and briefs. He started to cry as his big bro looked over at him. He said it was okay and that he had to pee too and was leaking. He mange to pull down his pants showing Camden his wet briefs. Camden watch in shook as his big bro fully peed himself in the car.
  11. Hello everyone! Mostly lurker fellow here. I’ve read a bunch of interactives, participated, and stuff. There’s been a lot that are pretty good, and I’ve been beginning to be inspired to write my own lately. Having the creative fire BURNING within me for long enough inspired this creation. I’ve done creative writing before, but not THIS kind of creative writing. We’ll see how it goes. Peeing/desperation/wetting and solo action only here. There may be mention of “charming”, but there will be no sex or anything that kind of vulgar/explicit, except for maybe a bit of self-play if you all are so inclined. So welcome to Omorashi Isekai! This one is similar to a sort of dungeon crawl isekai game thing (you’ve seen the anime, you’ve read the manga, it’s all of those but interactive and pee) Our character got teleported to another world, ending up in a dungeon that they need to explore to get home/ escape, and find themselves in a twisted dungeon that will test her mettle and bladder, meeting enemies and NPC's alike in this endless dungeon Last our character remembers she was walking down the street back home, when she was suddenly struck by a convenient out of control truck. After a blinding white light, she wakes up to find herself naked in a dimly torchlit, but pleasantly clean stone dungeon. As she wakes up she sees an ethereal screen appear in front of her. It says: “You have entered the Dungeon of Desperation. Before you lies a dungeon of trials and tribulations, filled with monsters, puzzles, and people alike. At the end of this great dungeon lies riches and wishes beyond your wildest dreams. However, in this dungeon your bladder shall always be filling, and peeing carries a great risk. Any released shall make trials more difficult, and if one loses control things may become impossible. Fear not, as death and failure shall only bring you back to a time before.” “What kind of dungeon is this? Was it made by some perverted wizard? Or rather a whizzard…” Our Heroine thinks to herself. Closing the first screen with a tap on the X in the corner, another appears. [Who is our character?] Name: Breast size : (flat, small, medium) Body Shape: (Fit, Thin, Curvy, Muscular, etc) Height: Hair/Color: Personality: CHOOSE UP TO 3:(tomboyish, shy, proud, adventurous,naughty, etc). Other traits: (pick anything that may fit in “other”) [If so desired, there is an option of: Australian. I make the character description as I please, but i Narrate in the style of Australian (to reference, read the hentai “Me Stepmum’s too fucking hot, mate) for one “chapter”. Enemies, NPC’s, and some tasks become more stereotypically Australian. Definitely won’t last forever, but I figured it may be fun.Some other bonuses will be given in repayment for suffering through all that] HP:10 Strength (Str):1 Dexterity (Dex):1 Consitution (Con):1 Intelligence (int):1 Wisdom (Wis):1 Charisma (Cha):1 Bladder (Bla):1 “Bladder? What kind of RPG is this?” she thinks. Tapping bladder on the screen gives a description: “Bladder: A measure of how much pee one can hold. On a scale of 0 to 10. Stat can go negative, any bonus or detriment will increase or decrease capacity by 2.” She shudders at this. After looking at her description and checking over her body to make sure all of her bits and pieces are attached, another prompt screen props up. Pick a class: Mage: Magic focused caster. +2 to int and wisdom Thief: Sneaky dexterous. +2 to int and dex Warrior: Basic warrior. +2 to Str and dex Barbarian: Tanky and angry. +2 to Str and Con Cleric: Holy magic, healing and debuffs more. +2 to Wis and Cha Paladin: Your sword is pretty holy. +2 to Wis and Str Bard: Why fight when you can charm? +2 to Cha and Int Anti-pee: You really would rather not pee yourself. +4 to bladder Leaky Paragon: You’re powerful, but forever leaking. -4 to Bladder, +4 to all other stats. [available class-specific actions will be described next post] After picking a class from the weirdest class list she’s ever seen, our heroine feels herself and her body change to reflect what she chose. Looking around her surroundings, she notices the only exit of the room: a staircase leading up. In front of the staircase lays a chest. Moving over to it our heroine opens the chest, and breathes a sigh of relief; clothes! Finally! However, after reaching towards the chest, another game-like screen pops up. Our heroine’s face darkens as she reads the text: “Pick one. Further will be rewarded as you progress” Sighing, our Heroine begins to look at the articles of clothing available, and notices: Each one gives a bonus of some sort! Equipment: Panties: Blue striped cotton panties. Cute and Classic. Def +4, decreases by 1 per spurt into them Bra: Light blue bra. Def +2. Comfy Spats: A pair of sporty black spats, accentuates curves. Increases your ability to run and perform acrobatics, allowing for more dexterous options. Additionally +4 def, decreasing by 1 per spurt into them. Sports Bra: A black sports bra. Keeps the goods from flopping around. Allows action: Battle Ready Armor: During a fight it can be freely activated to give a one turn bonus of +10 def or a two turn bonus of +5 def, recharging upon restart or finish. Bikini Bottoms: Black Bikini bottoms. Meant to be wet. Increases strength by +1 per spurt into them, but makes it easier to lose control. Bikini top: Black bikini top. A bit easy to get untied. Increases damage done with attacks. Skirt: Classic Plaid mini skirt. Breezy and does nothing to halt peeing, but allows one to obscure peeing. With careful planning, allows some leakage without receiving penalties. Shirt: A button-up shirt. Buttoning optional. Would look pretty official if you weren’t baring everything else. Allows easier negotiation with any NPC’s, and many enemies Short shorts: Easy to catch a glimpse up the legs. Allows you to carry much more weight, and/or actions that would benefit being able to carry more. Does not allow you to hit harder. Decreased effectiveness while wet. Sweater: Would be the most modest option if it were thicker knit. Provides resistance to status effects. Pasties: Covers only nipples and nethers. Provides a seal, increasing bladder by 3, but removing the option to intentionally leak without removing this bonus. If removed will reapply at a checkpoint. Crotchless panties and nippleless bra: Only technically clothing. Allows for much easier charming of enemies and NPC’s. Greatly increases peeing as a charming action. Thighhighs: Black Thighhigh socks. Stylish. Will increase odds of any action succeeding if you describe how you do it stylishly. Decreased effectiveness with wetness, though it is harder to get these wet. Glasses: Lets you see how ridiculous all this is. Increases magic power, and allows you to see things generally unseen Sunglasses: Sick-ass aviators bruh. Allows you to use finger guns as a weapon. Unlocks COOL options Belt: What use is a belt if it’s not holding anything? Ask Final Fantasy characters. Increases stealth/ sneaky options Towel: The most important item a hitch--er, Isekai protagonist can carry. Jack of all trades item. Pee on it to reduce penalty, use it as a weapon, wear it. Not as effective as any other item, but can do just about anything Continue naked: Continue to bare everything. Makes you slightly more charming. Gain 4 stat points to allocate as you please (cannot put these points into bladder) A difficult choice, to be sure. Author’s note: I get this is a lot of choices. There’ll be far less next post. Choose all these options, and say if there’s anything you wish to do in the starting room. After that action you will get the first challenge in the next room. HOW THE GAME WORKS: During this game, there’ll be various obstacles, enemies, or puzzles. What will happen is you the players will choose what action and stat will be used to complete a puzzle. From there I will roll a D20, and depending on stat and solution, if you pass you complete the challenge, if you fail the check you will either pass, but get some consequence, or fail and need to choose again. Any failure will not be incredibly severe as in the end it is up to luck. I will supply a basic option for the solution, but if someone chooses a stat or action and proposes a more creative or interesting approach, it will decrease the requirement to pass. If a bunch of people choose one stat, but only one person supplies a creative solution relevant to the state, the creative solution will be chosen (if it will actually be better). Abilities and actions will be told after the first post, and I will create a spoiler thing to tell stats and whatnot. As for pee: after a certain amount of time/actions, pee will accumulate. After being half capacity, there is a chance for every action to result in a leak, with the chance being greater depending on the action. Leaking will make the challenge more difficult to complete (the roll will need to be higher). At 90-100% there is a chance to completely lose control and pee/wet. This will likely cause the challenge to fail, and you will restart at the last checkpoint, with a possible debuff depending on the circumstances surrounding the loss of control. Certain rooms may allow a leak or a full pee without any penalty. Spurts can, however, be used strategically. If you’re confident in our heroine’s ability to complete a task (of which there may be some that are very easy), then you can purposefully spurt to let off some pressure to keep going. Bear in mind that some pieces of equipment lose power the wetter they are however. There may be some challenges that peeing or spurting will benefit more than detriment. Say you were fighting an enemy, and it’s hard to beat physically, you decide to try and charm it into submission. With the crotchless equipment, you strike a pose and let out some pee, charming the enemy into submission. Or you’re trying to sneak around something that can’t see well in the light. Peeing a bit onto a torch will extinguish it, allowing you to get past easier. It is your choice whether you use pee as a tool, or to avoid it at all costs. Peeing is always a double-edged weapon. In the end, be creative, and enjoy. I’ll keep this up until I get bored, but I’ll make sure to give at least some good action before I decide to end it. Please tell me anything you may wish me to improve or things i can do a bit better at that, formatting, writing, whatever.
  12. So the coronavirus is causing lots of places to employ "social distancing" tactics to help stop or slow the spread of the coronavirus, and apparently public bathrooms are also a big risk for infection. Soooo I think plenty of people will be resorting to peeing outside, holding it in, or even wetting themselves. Personally, I hope I get a few sightings of people relieving themselves out in public. Who knows, maybe I'll even join them if I don't wuss out!
  13. So, this is my first story. Sorry it's kinda weird. Hope you enjoy it, regardless. "Sally, I can't believe you." Her father said disappointed. Sally had really done it now. In the middle of the night, she vandalized her fathers car, covering it with drawings of dicks with a pink spray can. "I had to go to work in a goddamn dick-mobile!" He shouted. "Why would you do this?" Sally said nothing, not wanting to speak or even look at her father. With Sally not saying anything to explain herself, her father left to calm himself down, only saying he'd have something to say at 5. Sally Went to her room. She wondered what he'd have her do as a punishment, but decided whatever it was, it was worth it to get at him. Sally was 17. She had long brown hair, and was wearing a green shirt and blue leggings. She and her father had been distant for a very long time. Ever since the divorce, she and her mother had come to hate him. However she always had to visit for the weekends. She hated it. The "dick mobile" as her father called it was one of her ways of revenge. After browsing and texting on her phone for a while, the time soon reached 5 o'clock. Her father called her down to the living room. "What do you want?" She asked. "I finally decided what to do." He replied. "Fine. What's my punishment?" "Well," He said. "You might not be getting punished." "Great, see ya!" She said as she went to walk back to her room. "Oh, Come on! Get back here. there's more to it." Sally sighed and walked back. "....What?" He handed her two bottles of water. "Drink these." "I'm not thirsty." She said. "DRINK THEM." He said sternly. Sally rolled her eyes as she grabbed a bottle, sat on the couch, and drank it (The bottle I mean, not the couch. You can't drink a couch.) She drank the bottle rather quickly just to get this over with. "Wow. What a punishment." She said sarcastically. "And the other one." her father said. "The other one?" she asked. "Why? What are you planning?" "DRINK THE OTHER ONE." He said, raising his voice. With a sigh, she grabbed and drank the other one. The whole time, wondering "What the hell?" When she finished drinking the second bottle, she felt a small twinge in her tummy, but thought nothing of it. She noticed her father had the camcorder. "What are you doing with that?" she asked. "Here's the deal!" he said. "I'm giving you a chance not to get punished. Soon, the water you drank will reach your bladder. If you can stay here in this room for the next hour and a half and not pee yourself, You won't be punished." Sally's eyes widened in shock and confusion at what her father just said. "........What the fuck!" "Language." He said "And you heard me. Hour and a half, don't pee yourself, and you won't be punished." "....." Sally was speechless. What the hell has he been smoking? she thought. "And if I do pee, what's the punishment?" "That's a secret." he replied in a terse manner. "Why do this?" She asked. "What made you even think of this in the first place?" Her father simply shrugged. "Seemed like a fun way to pass the time." Fun? Fun!? He thought this would be fun? On hearing this, Sally suddenly remembered something. One night, her mother mentioned something to her friends. "That weirdo is into women peeing themselves. Can you fucking believe that?" Is that what this is? She thought. He's really into that? But I'm his daughter. What the fuck! "What's to stop me from going to the bathroom right now?" She asked. "Nothing." he said. "I won't stop you, but if you do, your punishment will be worse than if you cooperate." "What even is the punishment? is it the camera?" "As I said, it's a secret. But I will be recording." So that's it. she thought. He's probably gonna film it and use it for something. Sally thought about just using the bathroom, but then she realized something. If she goes through with this and wins, she won't be punished, and that's another way she can get at him. This thought alone made her want to go through with this. After all, she's an adult. She's not gonna piss her pants like some baby. "Okay then." she said. "Alright." he said as he started the camcorder and started filming. Now here's the thing. There's not really much to say for the first 30 minutes. The water hadn't really reached her bladder, so she was just kinda sitting there. They had the TV on though. Ooh, TV, yay! Now, after the 40 minute mark was when she started to feel uncomfortable. Nothing too serious, but enough for her to notice it. After an hour, It was enough to make her want to hold herself. She was worried about doing that though as her father was looking at her and still filming. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of watching her struggle. 15 minutes later, that became a pipe dream. She crossed her legs and squeezed. Not too hard, though, as she still didn't want him to know. She looked at him to check and, unfortunately, he had a small grin. "Don't be shy." he said. "By all means, do whatever you need to do to win." Sally scoffed. Hearing that made her mad. Her father acting like this was just some game. It meant so much more to her. But he was right about one thing. She has to win. With that, she squeezed her legs together more just until the urge to pee died down a bit. An hour and 25 minutes in, She could hardly sit still anymore. She was constantly switching between squeezing her thighs, having her hands in her crotch, and crossing her legs. Her father laughed. "you're like a pretzel." He was saying it to get on her nerves. and the worst part was it was working. Sally kepts holding on until finally Ring ring ring ring! The timer finally went off, signalling that she had won. "YES!" she shouted as she got up, and raised her fists in victory. She quickly walked to the toilet. it was practically calling her name. "Sally. Sally. come pee in me. You know you want to." "Hang on!" Her father said, stopping her. Sally winced in pain before turning to face him. "What? I won." "Yes, you did. And congratulations." he said. "But how would you like to raise the stakes?" "Come on! You can't just change the rules!" "I'm not changing the rules. I'm just giving you something more to gain." Sally was getting really annoyed now. She wanted to pee, dammit! "What are you talking about?" "Another half hour. If you lose, you still get punished." He said. "But if you win, I get you a ticket to the concert to that band you like." "Fourty Hands?" She quickly asked. They were Sally's favorite band. She loved their music, and it just so happened that they were on tour, and would be in town next month. Hearing the name of that band made her father cringe "Yeah, those guys. I'll get you a ticket if you hold it for just a half hour more." Sally wanted that ticket, but she also wanted to pee. Like a lot. She really had to pee now. "Come on." He said. "When are you gonna have another chance to see them in person?" Sally bit her lip in thought. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity. But could she hold it? She could. Could she? "Just a half hour, right?" She asked anxiously. He nodded "30 minutes. Well 29 now. The timer's going." 29 minutes. Sally's bladder felt so full, and the muscles in her crotch felt like a castle gate being attack by a battering ram. But 29 minutes ".......nnnnnng Okay!" She finally said as she went back to the couch. As she sat down, her bladder felt like it wanted to cry. ten more minutes passed. Sally was taking deep breathes through her teeth. She had her hands in her crotch and legs crossed too. She wasn't concerned about how she looked to her father or the camera anymore. She needed to pee REALLY BADLY. She knew it, he knew it, maybe the whole world knew it, she didn't care. She wanted to win this. If her bladder could talk, it would say nothing but profanity aimed directly at Sally for this torture. She couldn't sit still anymore. Sally stood up and started doing a little dance, lifting her legs up and down, left and right, Kinda like she was on a Dance Dance Revolution pad. "Want me play some music?" Her father asked. "SHUT UP!!" She shouted in desperation, making him laugh. Sally hated that laugh. She hated him. She's torturing herself for his amusement, and he's fucking laughing. She wanted to think about how sweet it'll be to finally win this, but that made holding it worse. Thinking about winning made her think about peeing. Peeing? Oh, how she wanted to pee. She wished she could just run to the toilet, rip her leggings down and pee until the cows came home. Oh, how good it would be. Practically orgasmic, she thought. "SHIT!" she shouted as a little leaked out into her panties. Fortunately, she was able to stop it. But man, that was close. One hour and fifty five minutes. Just five more minutes, and she'd win. She could get that ticket to the band she loved, and she'd get to pee in the toilet she lo.....well, I mean, she doesn't love the toilet, that be weird, but she couldn't wait to see it again. Two more minutes pass. Three minutes until sweet victory. Sally was not in great condition. She was sweating, exhausted, and in so much pain. But soon it would be over. Soon, she could finally relax. Just three more minutes. She could do this. She can win! SHE CAN- What's that noise. Sally suddenly heard the familiar sound of peeing. It wasn't her. What's going on. She looked to her father, who was playing noises on his phone. Noises of people peeing. "Stop that!" She demanded. Hearing those clips of other people peeing made her urge to pee even worse. If he kept playing those.... oh god. "STOP IT!" She yelled as she grabbed her crotch and held on for dear life "...PLEASE!! STOP!!!" But he didn't. He just played more and more peeing clips, and made them louder. "Ahh.....Ahhh..." She tried so hard to keep it in. She tried everything she could to hold it. She did everything right. And it wasn't enough. "NO! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!!" It started as a dribble. Then a spurt. Then the inevitable. Sally started to pee her pants. She tried her best to hold it in, but all that did at this point was getting pee on her hands. At this point, there was nothing more she could do except let it happen. It gushed out like a hose after fixing the kink, soaking her panties, her pants, her socks, and finally, the tiled floor. It probably felt great, like she thought earlier, but if you asked her for details, she wouldn't know. All she could think at that moment was how she lost, and that she was pissing herself in front of her father. Eventually, she was finally empty. even thought it was only a minute, it felt like an eternity to her. She looked up at her father, who was just beaming with a great big small. "Oh, what do you know. You lost!" he said like a total dick. "Oh, fuck you!" Sally finally said. "Hey. Don't talk like that." "NO! FUCK YOU!" She shouted. "ARE YOU FUCKING HAPPY! THIS IS WHAT YOU WANTED, RIGHT?! YOU SICK FUCK!!" Her father's eyes widened. "...Wait, what?" "Mom told me everything." Sally revealed. "She told me this is your sick fetish. You bastard! I'M YOUR DAUGHTER!" He gasped. "...No ....Sally, no. That's not-" "FUCK OFF! I don't want to hear it. I don't want to hear whatever sick thing you plan on doing with that footage either. I don't-" Sally was suddenly interrupted by her father hugging her. Sally was ready to knock his goddamn head off, but this was different. This wasn't the hug of some sick creep. Out of nowhere, this was her father. "Not you." he said. "Never you. That wasn't- this wasn't..... That's not what this was." "Then what the hell was it?" "Sally, You drew dicks on my car. I had to go to work, and had to explain to everyone who asked that my daughter drew dicks on my car. Do you have any idea what it feels like to be humiliated by family?" "I DO NOW!" She shouted. "Exactly!" he said, backing out from the hug, placing his hands on her shoulders, and looking at her in the eye. "I needed you to understand. Doing things like this and embarrassing others, that's not okay." "Wait." Sally said suddenly realizing something. "Me peeing myself... was the punishment." "BINGO!" He shouted, raising his hands to the sky. "If I just sent you to your room or made you do chores, would you have learned anything?" Sally was stunned by his logic. "......No. I guess I wouldn't have." She admitted. "But did you have to do this?" "It was the only thing I could think of." He said. "And for what it's worth, I'm sorry." This was her father? She thought her father was some sick creepy asshole. Her mother said so many awful things about him to her. "When Mom told me you were into this, I thought you were-" "I know." He said, stopping her from finishing that sentence. ".....I know." Her father seemed very sad at the mention of his ex wife. "....Your mother ......I don't know what happened to her. She and I were so in love, but one day, she slowly began to change." He claimed. "You noticed it too, haven't you?" "Yeah." Sally never wanted to admit it, but she had noticed. Her mother used to be a loving lady, but years ago, she changed. This whole time, Sally blamed her father, but it wasn't his fault at all. All this time, he was still a kind, caring person, and her mother treated him like dirt. And now. so did Sally. Sally felt awful now for how she had been treating him all this time. "Anyway, here. Take a look." Her father handed her the camera. "....Wait a minute." She said. The moment she grabbed the camera how cool it felt. "Are you serious!?" "I never turned it on." He revealed. "That was just to mess with you. Sorry about that. Also this." he said as he grabbed a small box from the shelf and handed it to her. Sally opened it, and inside was a ticket. A ticket to see 40 Hands. "I bought it for you two days ago. I wanted to surprise you." Sally couldn't believe it. She was speechless. "....I ....You.......I'm surprised!" The two of them started to laugh. ordinarily, that should've cause just a small chuckle, but after everything that just happened, they needed a laugh. The both of them laughed pretty hard, but Sally slowly went from laughing to crying. "I'm so sorry!" She said with tears in her eyes. "This whole time, I blamed you for everything. I treated you horribly. I.... I... I" Her father hugged her again. "I'm sorry too." They hugged for a long time. Once the emotions started to calm down a little, Sally went to shower. Her father cleaned up the mess. She offered to clean it, but he said it was fine, and he'd clean her clothes in the laundry too. As Sally washed herself off in the shower, she realized everything was different now. The parent she hated was loving, the parent she loved was kind of a bitch. Everything felt upside down now. But there was one thought that kind of made her laugh. for some weird reason, some strange miracle. Her peeing herself brought her and her father closer together.
  14. View File Holding+Gaming 07 - Getting Over It 3 It's been a good while, I know, but here is my third take on Getting Over It! As with the previous videos, the punishments are dependent on how big of a fall I took, and if I (for some reason), made it to the end of the game, I'd be allowed to use the bathroom. Since it's been a while, it also takes me a while to get used to the game again... this can only spell disaster, right? But maybe, just maybe, I'm able to pick things back up enough, like riding a bicycle: you never really forget it! But until I get to the end... legs crossed! Credit where it's due, starting from top left and going clockwise: Miri-kun's Milk Tea! Buy the doujin in https://mirihtmr.itch.io/milktea (translation available with it!) and support miri here https://www.patreon.com/miricomics Ralsei - Wakko pic - this one I don't know. I could never track a source for it. Currently it only exists hosted in rule34.paheal Not the same pic but same artist - https://twitter.com/brown_tail/status/838067004204437504 And, last one is from my buddy Jarvis! Submitter EmesiraGimil Submitted 03/31/2020 Category Male  
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    It's been a good while, I know, but here is my third take on Getting Over It! As with the previous videos, the punishments are dependent on how big of a fall I took, and if I (for some reason), made it to the end of the game, I'd be allowed to use the bathroom. Since it's been a while, it also takes me a while to get used to the game again... this can only spell disaster, right? But maybe, just maybe, I'm able to pick things back up enough, like riding a bicycle: you never really forget it! But until I get to the end... legs crossed! Credit where it's due, starting from top left and going clockwise: Miri-kun's Milk Tea! Buy the doujin in https://mirihtmr.itch.io/milktea (translation available with it!) and support miri here https://www.patreon.com/miricomics Ralsei - Wakko pic - this one I don't know. I could never track a source for it. Currently it only exists hosted in rule34.paheal Not the same pic but same artist - https://twitter.com/brown_tail/status/838067004204437504 And, last one is from my buddy Jarvis!

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  16. Welcome to the magical world of Usuxgyno. As magical as this world may be, it isn't all the color of roses. Geopolitical tensions are rising, nations and kingdoms are increasingly threatening with a war of unprecedented scale, and deep beneath the earth, in a dimension only described in myths and tales faded by time, an evil as ancient as the universe stirs in its deep slumber. With the entire world geared for conflict, and a single spark all that is needed for the planet-sized powder keg to ignite, who will you fight for? If evil and chaos wakes, will you attempt to seal it back under order? Or will you fan it's all-consuming flame? The choice is only yours... How this works There are 5 classes, each with 3 different subclasses. You must first select a subclass, and then create your character by specifying both physical and personality traits. Your class will not only determine your statistics, but also what weapons you may wield and what spells you may cast. Without further ado, it's time to select a class CLASSES Fighter: Fighters are your regular foot soldiers. They possess a moderately strong resistance and damage, however, they lack in mobility WARRIOR: Big, burly, and bloodthirsty, warriors have a very high resistance and damage, compensated by them being slow as an iceberg MILITIA: Militias are quicker and more nimble than most fighters, granting them a higher mobility. This is compensated by their subpar resistance BATTLEMAGE: Battlemages, as their name suggests, have a deeper knowledge of the arcane than their more brute counterparts. Their overall statistics are a bit lower, but they compensate for this by having stronger and more versatile spells Assassin: Assasins are quick, agile, and can deal insane amounts of single-target damage. However, their resistance leaves a lot to be desired DUELIST: Duelists boast high resistances but suffer from lower mobility, This makes them excellent for one-on-one combat,while hindering their ability for full-army battles NINJA: Ninjas are faster than any other class, and their damage is also very decent. However, their bottom-tier resistances make them more suited to stealth missions than live combat PREDATOR: Predators lack in mobility and resistance, but they make up for it with insane amounts of damage and a high amount of stealth, which lets them hide until the perfect moment. Ranger: Rangers are... ranged. They have a decently high damage stat, and also a medium amount of resistance, however their mobility is low. MARKSMEN: Marksmen are regular rangers, with high amounts of damage, and a low mobility stat HUNTER: Hunters have a higher mobility and stealth than their ranger counterparts, allowing them to perform surprise attacks from afar GUNSLINGER: Gunslingers harness the power of gunpowder, granting them higher damage and range. However this also lowers their mobility and makes it difficult for them to melee. Mage: Mages are blessed with higher knowledge of the arcane and the Golden Elemental Wheel PHYSICAL MAGE: Physical mages control the elements of the physical realm (Fire, water, earth, and air) These elements are easier to learn and control but less versatile SPIRITUAL MAGE: This subclass controls elements which belong to the spiritual realms (Darkness, light, life, and death) These elements are more powerful, although harder to control VANTAMAGE: Vantamages control the element of pure void and chaos. This grants them an extreme amount of power, however it's also very volatile and unpredictable, and may cause serious damage to the user, both physically and psychologically TANK: Tanks are big beasts, with low damage and mobility, but sky-high resistances PARAGON: Paragons deal near-zero damage, however this is compensated by their higher mobility and more powerful spells, which provide more protection to allies CONQUEROR: Conquerors sacrifice some resistance for higher mobility and damage, making them excellent in the front lines JUGGERNAUT: Juggernauts are even slower than normal tanks, however their higher damage and more versatile spells mean they can take on entire battalions at once CHARACTER CREATION (Female, sorry but male desperation just isn't my thing) Name: Class: Subclass: Height: Body Type: (Slim, chubby, muscular, etc...) Eye color Skin color Hair color Bladder capacity: (1-10, 1 being "has to go every 1-2 hours, and 10 being "can hold for over 24 hours) Bladder strength: (1-10, with 1 being "from slight urge to leaking extremely quick", and 10 being "can hold a completely full, bursting bladder for hours") Personality: Add messing to the story? (Yes/No, if yes, specify bowel capacity and strength) Any extra information you wish to add? I look forward to your character ideas, and to get this show on the road
  17. I wanted to ask people's opinion about the similarities of a strong pee urge in a male and female. As a guy, I experience tension in my lower abdomen, a strong pressure at the base of my penis, and it eventually starts to ache with urgency. The urge is felt mostly at the base of the penis, but somewhat at the tip as well. At the end of my hold, i get slightly hard and my penis starts to tremble. I assume that for a woman, the lower abdomen sensations are similar to thpse of a male. Where is the pee urge sensation localized for a woman? Just at the urethral opening? Do the labia enlarge due to a storng pee urge? Just curious
  18. Gaby is a 21 year old college student who works part time in a fast food restaurant, she has long flowing brown hair with blue eyes and a slender figure to boot, she wore her uniform which consisted of a t shirt with the logo of her employer a pair of black skinny jeans underneath were her favourite pair of white briefs with a pink bow on them with ankle socks and black shoes. Today had been extremely busy for Gaby as not only did she have a lot of classes but work too and on top of that, she hadn't been to the toilet since she woke up at 9am, it was now 9pm and her bladder was filled to the brim. "You ready to clock out Gaby?" Her store manager asked. "Yea busy day huh?" Gaby said and it had been very busy her till alone held just over £450. As Gaby counts her till she crosses her legs tightly trying as hard as she can to hold it until she can make it to her boyfriend's place and use a clean toilet. After 15 minutes of agony, Gaby was finally let out and patted herself on the back for how long she'd been holding it, normally she'd go at the first urge but because of her busy day she had no choice but to hold it. The wind was cold against her skin and her hands were glued to her crotch, she was determined not to let her water become a waterfall, but the more she walked the more aroused she felt, suddenly a dirty thought poped into her head. *let go?* She thought to herself and she stopped moving, her bladder was too full, Gaby squeezed her legs and clenched her hands as hard as she could as she felt a desperate wave wash over her she closes her eyes trying to get her legs to move but they wouldn't. Suddenly her head looks to the stars and a loud moan leaves her lips as her pee explodes into her briefs soaking them in an instant her pee then hits the fabric of her jeans warming up her crotch then legs as it runs down then creating a big puddle on the pavement. Even though it was only minutes to Gaby it felt like hours as she felt every drop leave her system, she let a hand go down into her jeans and her body shivers in delight wanting more but soon her stream stopped, she breaths heavily with the weight loss on her abdomen and races to her boyfriend's place ready for a frisky night.
  19. As a forewarning, this is a super self-indulgent fanfiction staring Y'shtola Rhul from Final Fantasy XIV, and a nondescript female miqo'te Warrior of Light. This has a super-slow buildup because not only did I want to establish the premise well and build upon Y'shtola's relationship with the Warrior of Light. Ostensibly I didn't describe or name the Warrior of Light so anyone can insert their own designs in their mind, but she is female and a miqo'te (FFXIV's catgirl/catboy race where they're like nekomimis. Just ears and tails with otherwise mostly human features) and she has a very distinct personality that is pretty much based on my own headcanon for my character in the game (like I said, very self-indulgent), so be forewarned. Also I'm not gonna stop you from reading this story if you don't know about the story or play FFXIV, but I go really hardcore into the lore and story in places so if you've never played the game up to pretty much the middle/end of 5.0's story, there's probably gonna be a lot going over your head (have I mentioned yet this was super self-indulgent?). I will likely come back to this once in a while and add more chapters, probably ones shorter than this one because i won't have to set things up so much, but this is totally a pet project because I freaking love Y'shtola and I will try to focus more on my other stories unless this gets a following. Out of curiosity, I wonder what the three-way venn-diagram of FFXIV fans, omorashi lovers, and whiskey drinkers looks like. Because if you're at the center of that chart like I am, you'll probably really like this story. Y’shtola Rhul was often teased by the Warrior of Light that, of all the female Scions, she was the most serious. Y’shtola herself, of course, took exception to that. Not only were some of the examples the Warrior of Light would cite not even Scions, like Krile, and Lyse, who masqueraded as her late sister for the longest time, but Y’shtola was positive that Minfilia, as the leader of the scions and the antecedent, was far more serious. Even back in the earliest of their shared history, the Warrior of Light had taken an instant liking to Y’shtola. Perhaps it was because she had initially started her journey in Limsa Lominsa, and thus the white-haired Miqo’te had been her first contact among the Scions. Or perhaps it was because they were both similar. Both Miqo’te- Seekers of the Sun, no less- who had taken to dabbling in the healing arts. Of course, eventually the Warrior of Light had picked up a myriad of other skills, but found herself dabbling most often in White Magic, which as far as Y’shtola was concerned was similar enough to her conjury that she had a fundamental understanding of her friend’s strongest abilities. Whatever the case, the Warrior of Light was by far closer to Y’shtola than any of the other Scions. Perhaps it was because of that, or perhaps because of other reasons, but Y’shtola felt compelled to disprove the Warrior of Light’s perception of her. Still, perceptions were not easily shaken by word alone, so Y’shtola’s only real option was to prove to her dear friend that she was, in fact, not near as serious as her scholarly air might convey. That had been her intention when the Warrior of Light had asked her to join her for some “unwinding”. Which, Y’shtola found out rather quickly, involved a quick trip to the nearest tavern, and copious amounts of drinking. Currently, the Warrior of Light- or as she was known in the World of the First, the Warrior of Darkness- was spinning a grandiose tale of her adventures to the other patrons, and doing quite a bit of embellishing at that. Y’shtola had been present when the Warrior of Light went face-to-face with the time-controlling primal Alexander, and she certainly didn’t remember him having a transformation sequence, of all things. “And so, there we were, pushed to the brink. Alexander no longer had patience for our resistance, and my party had been pushed to our limits of endurance. He began entrapping us in large, golden cages which froze our movement. Trapped us in a moment of time. One by one, he targeted us, and we thought it over. However, our myriad spells and strikes hit their mark. It had been the closest fight of my life, but Alexander had taken too much damage. Before the final cages could fall over us, we struck the final blow and felled the primal once and for all!” The Warrior of Light raised a flagon of ale in the air triumphantly to punctuate her final point and the patrons listening to her story all cried out, cheering. Y’shtola shook her head as she sipped on a tulip-shaped glass filled with her beverage of choice- whiskey. The Warrior of Light had expressed surprise over Y’shtola’s willingness not only to drink, but in her choice of beverage as well. While the Warrior of Light was fond of ales and the occasional wine, Y’shtola took some pride in her refined taste for the aged spirits. Whiskey in particular was an incredibly diverse pick that she herself had taken a liking to. From the smoky whiskeys of Ishgard, which had easy access to the Dravanian Forelands and the abundance of peat moss there, to the sweet whiskeys of Ul’dah with their access to millioncorn from the New Continent, Y’shtola had yet to pass a whiskey of high quality past her lips that she found unpalatable. Even here, in the First, they produced unique whiskeys with a buttery flavor and a silky, sweet mouthfeel. While the Warrior of Light soaked in the glory of her well-received story, Y’shtola turned to the barkeep. “Excuse me,” she spoke, “As you might already be aware, I do not hail from these lands, and my isolation in the Greatwood has left me in an ill position to learn of the drinks of this realm. Could you, perchance, tell me how this exceptional whiskey is produced? I’ve never tasted anything quite like it.” “Oh, that?” the bartender pointed at the bottle from which she had poured Y’shtola’s current glass, “That’s Dwarven Whiskey. They get most of their grain by tradin’ with the Eulmorans. Even when that right bastard Vauthry was runnin’ things, they still needed ores from the mines. But the Eulmorans were stingy with the malted barley. So ya know what them clever buggers did? They started using unmalted barley in their whiskey. The Eulmorans didn’t see much use for unmalted barleycorns. Can’t do much with it, so they practically gave it away. Became a staple of Dwarven style whiskey.” “Intriguing, so the unique flavor is from the use of unmalted barley,” Y’shtola smiled. Even when letting loose a little and drinking, she was still a scholar first and foremost. She appreciated learning in all forms. Having learned a bit of new information, the white-haired Miqo’te took a contented sip. “Shtoooola~” the Warrior of Light came sauntering back, very clearly inebriated. Y’shtola herself glanced away and blushed. For Seekers of the Sun Miqo’te, dropping the first letter in their name, their tribe letter, was a sign of intimacy. Surely as a Seeker herself, the Warrior of Light, even in her drunken state, would be aware of this. “Y-yes?” Y’shtola asked, sounding halfway between exasperated and embarrassed. “I’m baaaack!” “I noticed.” “Sorry, got caught up in the atmosphere.” “Don’t trouble yourself over it. If I recall, the last time we sat down to have lunch in Slitherborough, my attention was equally divided due to my responsibilities,” Y’shtola shrugged off, “Besides, you are the Warrior of Darkness, after all. You’re practically a celebrity here in the Crystarium.” “I know, but I dragged you here to hang and wound up running off,” the Miqo’te adventurer retorted, a somewhat apologetic look flashing across her face. It was quickly replaced, however, with curiosity when she spied the tulip glass in Y’shtola’s hands, “Oh, whatcha drinkin’?” “This is dwarven whiskey,” Y’shtola answered as though she hadn’t herself just learned that piece of information, “Care for a sip?” “Ooohh, sure!” “Careful,” Y’shtola replied, “It’s quite a bit stronger than the ale I know you’re accustomed to.” “Pfft,” the Warrior of Light shrugged off, “I’ve had spirits before, I just prefer ales, is all.” The Warrior of Light took a rather large sip from the tulip glass, letting the whiskey sit in her mouth for a moment to taste it before she swallowed it down. She let out an unaccustomed cough and Y’shtola let a knowing smirk grace her lips. “What’s with that look?” Y’shtola had the mind to mask her expression a moment too late. The Warrior of Light had seen her teasing gaze. The Warrior of Light had a competitive streak and always seemed to have something to prove. Y’shtola knew her friend well, and was dreading what would come next. “Do you, Y’shtola Rhul, think that I cannot handle a bit of dwarven whiskey?” “Oh no, I wasn’t implying-” “I was caught off by the strong spirit after drinking ale all night, but it seems like you believe me to be incapable of drinking stronger stuff.” Y’shtola let out a sigh, “I assure you I was only-” “Barkeep!” the Warrior of Light called, “Bring me a bottle of your strongest dwarven whiskey!” “Why o’ course, only the best for our very own Warrior o’ Darkness!” the barkeeper clapped, turning to the shelf. She pulled a bottle from near the top, and placed it on the counter next to the Warrior of Light. Then she produced a tulip glass identical to the one Y’shtola had been given, “This is Tomra’s infamous Devil’s Cask. 66.6% ABV. Finished in white oak barrels grown in areas with an abundance of fire-aspected aether.” Y’shtola watched her friend fill her tulip glass with a heavy pour, then turned towards her. “Are you prepared to match me drink for drink on this battlefield?” “Of course not! Perish the thought from your mind, I-” Y’shtola still had most of her faculties, and they all told her this was a terrible, awful, horrible idea that should not be entertained. Yet had Y’shtola herself not come here to prove to the Warrior of Light that she was capable of casting aside her more serious nature? “Oi! The Warrior of Darkness and Master Matoya of the Night’s Blessed are about to have a drinking contest!” “Is ‘at true? The Warrior of Darkness is gonna go toe to toe with Matoya?” “I didn’ think Matoya was that much of a drinker, myself.” “I didn’t think the Warrior of Darkness did either, but then she went toe-to-toe with Giott and tied her!” Y’shtola’s ears flattened as she heard the gossip around the bar. While she hardly fancied this much attention on her, least of all for a drinking contest, she knew the Warrior of Light had one weakness. Spectacle. If her embellished storytelling was any indication, the Warrior of Light enjoyed being the center of attention, and now that the patrons were eagerly anticipating a drinking contest, Y’shtola was worried her dear friend wouldn’t take no for an answer, even if Y’shtola voiced her objections. On the other hand, if Y’shtola humored her friend, she’d give the Warrior of Light what she wanted, and at the same time disprove to her that she was incapable of having some fun and letting go of her inhibitions. “Very well, I’ll humor this spectacle,” Y’shtola agreed, finishing off the last sip in her glass and matching the Warrior of Light’s heavy pour, “Do not expect overmuch from me.I am not accustomed to drinking in the volumes you or your dwarven friend do habitually.” The two downed their first glasses simultaneously, and the contest began. A crowd was already starting to form, and the barkeep had procured some manner of chalkboard from gods-know-where, and was keeping tally. Y’shtola had never had the Devil’s Cask before. It was certainly an experience. The iconic undertones of dwarven whiskey were still present. The unmistakable buttery, sweet flavor still danced across her tongue, but it was punctuated quite distinctly with wood spice and a distinct smoky flavor. Not of the peated whiskeys of other regions, but instead a wood smoke, sweet and savory that reminded her of meats cooked slowly over a smoldering wood fire. There was also the harshness of the alcohol, burning as it hit her tongue and slipped down her throat. It was more than what she was accustomed to, for sure, but nothing she couldn’t handle. For what it was worth, the Warrior of Light seemed to have also quickly grown accustomed to the higher-level spirit. She downed her first glass without the slightest hint of discomfort and grabbed the bottle to pour off a second. Y’shtola did the same, once again ensuring she matched her friend’s volume, and the two both took their second shots. “That’s the spirit!” the Warrior of Light grinned over the table at Y’shtola, “Who knew you had it in you?” “Oh hush,” Y’shtola shook her head, “Do not fool yourself into thinking any part of this was my idea. I’m merely indulging your whims.” With each shot, the bar’s patrons cheered and egged both of them on, though the overwhelming majority were supporting the Warrior of Darkness. Y’shtola wasn’t envious of all the attention her friend was getting, and it was better from the first if everyone was cheering for the person who was undoubtedly going to win this contest. There was no doubt in Y’shtola’s mind that the Warrior of Light could hold her booze way better than she herself could. Yet the atmosphere was jovial, the Warrior of Light was laughing and cracking jokes with a giant, lopsided smirk plastered across her face, and Y’shtola would be lying of she said she wasn’t enjoying herself, in spite of how silly she thought this whole contest was in the first place. Still, it didn’t take long for Y’shtola to start feeling the effects of the alcohol. She had forewarned that she was not accustomed to drinking heavily, something that was becoming increasingly apparent. 5 glasses in, and the white-haired miqo’te could already feel her mind hazing over in full-on drunkenness. Earlier she had been a little tipsy, pleasantly so, and while in her current state she wouldn’t say she was uncomfortable, she could feel how sluggish and unfocused she had become. Not only was the alcohol hitting Y’shtola’s faculties, but she was also feeling its effects in her abdomen as well. Alcohol was a diuretic. It stimulated the kidneys and inhibited the reuptate of water back into the body. Naturally, not usually one for heavy drinking, Y’sthola hadn’t exactly experienced this effect firsthand, aside from maybe a few more trips to the bathroom than she was used to on nights she indulged, but now the effect was becoming rather obvious. “Here’s some water for you two, dears,” the barkeep provided, “Your not drinkin’ ale, ya gotta make sure to stay hydrated!” The Warrior of Light downed her glass of water in one go, and Y’shtola felt compelled to do the same. Initially it seemed like adding liquid to her body, considering her current discomfort, was counterproductive. However, her need was only a nagging feeling, and the faster Y’shtola got this over with, the sooner she could slip off to the bathroom anyway. “Ya know, ‘Shtola,” the Warrior of Light spoke after their next round of shots, “I never thought you’d go for something like this.” “W-well, I did say I wasn’t as… incapable of letting loose and unwinding as you had stated,” Y’shtola replied, slightly flustered and less eloquent than she normally tried to be. Grateful she was that alcohol made her face red, for it did well to hide the blush creeping up on her cheeks. There was the ‘Shtola slip-up again, and Y’shtola was starting to think it was more than a mistake made in the Warrior of Light’s inebriation. There was no way the Warrior of Light DIDN’T know about the Seekers of the Sun’s traditions, right? Even assuming the Warrior of Light hadn’t been raised in one of the tribes, and was orphaned elsewhere, surely she was socially literate enough to have picked up that piece of knowledge somewhere before. Right? Y’sthola, in her drunken state, focused her mind as best she could and tried to consider the possibilities. Maybe the Warrior of Light didn’t know. Maybe she was just shortening her name out of convenience and drunkenness, and that was all there was to it. Maybe the Warrior of Light was trying to send the message that she saw the white-haired Miqo’te as a sister. After all, Y’shtola herself called Y’mhitra “‘Mhitra”, as was customary for members of the same tribe. Or perhaps the Warrior of Light was using it’s most intimate context. When anyone outside the tribe called a Seeker of the Sun by their first name, but dropped their tribe’s letter, it was a sign of romantic interest and/or sexual intimacy. That couldn’t be it. Absolutely not. Y’shtola knew she was drunk for even entertaining such a possibility. Right? “Shtola, you okay?” Y’sthola snapped out of her concentration and looked up at the Warrior of Light, who was leaning over the table to get a better look at her face, tilting her head in confusion. “I’m fine, m-my apologizes,” Y’shtola dismissed, “I am… quite a bit more drunk than I am accustomed to.” For some reason, that elicited a huge grin from the Warrior of Light. Perhaps she enjoyed the idea of the oh-so-serious Y’shtola Rhul being brought down a few notches by alcohol. Or perhaps she was just happy her friend was enjoying one of her indulgences. However, Y’shtola saying she was fine was a bit of a white lie. Though she wasn’t about to say she wasn’t enjoying her time with the Warrior of Light, at least a little bit, her bladder’s constant nagging was becoming more noticeable over time. She shifted in her seat a little and tried to be as subtle as possible, finding a position that took some pressure off her abdomen. “How much more do you think you can handle?” The Warrior of Light asked, a competitive smirk spreading across her face. “Oh please, you and I both know who’s going to win this,” Y’shtola replied, rolling her eyes, “But far be it from me to give up before you’ve had your fun. I knew from the first a peaceful resignation was never an option. If I gave up now I’d never hear the end of it from you.” “You know me so well,” the Warrior of Light replied in a sing-song voice. It was clear, however, that both of them were nearing the height of their drunkenness. The contest was slowing down, and while they had breezed through the first five shots, the next three came a bit slower, interspersed with more glasses of water to stave off the inevitable dehydration that would come later. The bar’s patrons had stopped chanting and cheering every round, and the crowd had even thinned out a little. Not that Y’shtola minded the slower, more quiet atmosphere. Contest or no, she had ostensibly come here to spend time with the Warrior of Light. Currently, Y’shtola was nursing her 9th glass, which she had been sipping at rather than taking a straight shot of. She felt dazed and warm like she was dreaming a pleasant dream, wrapped up in blankets. Her mind drifted to and fro, and she had, in the moment at least, all but forgotten about the pressure building in her bladder. Not that she couldn’t feel it. From an outsider’s perspective, were they paying close enough attention, they would see her legs shifting slightly on the barstool as she swayed a little. It was subtle hints at her less-than-subtle need, but in her drunken state she had pushed the sensation to the back of her hazy mind and there it sat, nagging her while not bothering her, alerting her of the ever-growing volume of urine within her while she ignored it in favor of the contest and her friend. “Sho, how have things been going in Sh-Slo-Slitherborough?” the Warrior of Light asked, slurring her speech as a testament to how drunk she must be. “They’ve been running more-or-less smoothly. During my stay in the Crystarium, Rungar and the remaining Night’s Blessed have done a good job taking over. A good thing, since once we return to the Source, I’d have to leave them behind anyway.” Y’shtola let a bittersweet smile spread across her face, which the Warrior of Light picked up on almost immediately. “Don’t be sad,” the Warrior of Light comforted, “I know you don’t want to leave Rungar behind, but there are more big, burly cat boys running around in the Source. You’ll find someone else!” That had caught Y’shtola off-guard, and she was regretting deciding just then to take a sip of her whiskey. She coughed as it hit the back of her throat and felt her bladder spasm from the pressure. She managed to avoid leaking, but now the feeling of her full bladder was back in the forefront of her mind. Or at least, it would’ve been, if not for what the Warrior of Light had just said. “I assure you, me and Rungar have no such relationship,” Y’shtola retorted, perhaps a bit more forward and aggressively than she would have liked to come across. The Warrior of Light, in her teasing mood, leaned forwards and placed her cheeks in her hands and her elbows down on the table. A cheshire grin spread across the Warrior of Light’s features. “It’s fine, ‘Shtola, you can tell me the truth! I shee how Rungar looks at you, and don’ think I’ve forgotten how he held you after Emet-Selch pulled you from the Lifestream after we thought you dead.” Y’shtola closed her eyes in a mix of exasperation and embarrassment. “I-,” Y’shtola paused, taking far longer to gather her thoughts in her drunken state than she was accustomed to, “I’m not dense, I know, or at least have suspected for quite some time, that Rungar has feelings for me. However, that does not mean I feel the same way about him. At the same time, I respect him as a friend and as a leader. I thought it would complicate matters overmuch if I were to address his feelings for me directly. So I’ve been doing my best to ignore his hints towards me, and hoping he doesn’t strike up the courage to ask me directly.” “Yeah, we don’t need Rungar to be on the receiving end of ‘Little Sun Part 2’,” the Warrior of Light smirked. Y’shtola herself couldn’t help but smirk a little at the joke, “Indeed. While Magnai’s god-complex needed a bit of a reality check, I fear the same approach with Rungar would be neither deserved nor well-received. I fear ‘twould break the poor man’s heart.” The two laughed together, finishing off their ninth glasses of whiskey, and the Warrior of Light reached for the bottle again. Y’sthola felt a surge of pressure from her bladder and the hazy cloud in her mind, and held up a hand. “I am quite done here, I think. I know my limits,” Y’shtola acquiesced, “I wish neither to make myself sick nor pass out unceremoniously. And while I realize that is generally what people expect of these contests, I don’t think we’ll be disappointing many people.” Y’shtola motioned to the bar, which had grown quite empty, and the handful of patrons aside from themselves who were still there had all but lost interest in the contest. “Very well then,” the Warrior of Light smirked, pouring herself another glass before downing it all at once, “Looks like I win, then!” One patron at the back let out a half-hearted, drunken cheer, and with that the Warrior of Light placed her glass down on the table. “Sorry for such an anticlimactic ending to our contest,” Y’shtola apologized. “It’s alright. I’m accustomed to having drinking contests with ale, anyway. It’s much more of a spectacle and you can drink in greater volumes, so it becomes far more entertaining. ‘Sides, the atmosphere just kinda died down. Gotta go with the flow, ya know?” Y’shtola nodded, and then immediately her bladder sent another wave of protest through her body. Even in her drunken state, she could no longer ignore her need, which had grown from nagging to pressing to urgent over the contest. She was about to excuse herself to head to the restroom when the barkeep banged on a small gong on the counter. “Alrigh’ you sorry saps! Closin’ time! Ya don’t hav’ta go home but ya can’t stay here! Everybody out!” Drunken mumbles and grumbles echoed through the now mostly empty bar as the remaining patrons shuffled drunkenly to the door. Y’shtola briefly wondered if she had time to use the facilities before leaving, but her question was answered rather swiftly. A tall viera, or viis as they were known in the first, made her way towards the restroom signs and the barkeep clapped her hands. “Door’s that way, hun.” “I’m just goin’ to the restroom first!” “No can do,” the barkeep shook her head, “Closin’ time means closin’ time. I’ve let people do that before an’ had bastards pass out in one o’ the stalls or hide out to try to sneak some booze after hours. Not sayin’ that’s what you’re gonna do, but I ain’t takin’ chances.” “Fine, fine,” the viera gave up without much protest, turning around and heading to the door. Perhaps she hadn’t needed to go that bad, but the same could not be said for Y’shtola, who was discouraged at the rejection. The Warrior of Light stood up and stretched, raising one arm straight in the air and rubbing her shoulder with the other one. Y’shtola could hear her bones pop from sitting still for so long. She also noticed, due to the Warrior of Light’s penchant for wearing revealing outfits, a noticeable bulge protruding from her lower abdomen. Come to think of it, not only had the Warrior of Light been matching Y’shtola glass for glass, including water, but even prior to that, she had been indulging in copious amounts of ale while Y’shtola had stuck to her whiskey. And yet, while Y’shtola was dreading having to stand up at all, the Warrior of Light displayed no outward discomfort. Amazed, but not in the least bit surprised by her friend’s display of endurance on yet another level, Y’shtola steeled herself and stood up. The movement jolted her bladder and sent a strong spasm of desperation shooting through her abdomen. She pressed her thighs tightly together as her tail twitched uncomfortably behind her. Standing had been the first challenge, but as Y’shtola would soon realize, walking was also going to be a bit of a dauntless task. She was seriously drunk, moreso than she was typically accustomed to being. Walking required a certain level of coordination and finesse that she, in her current state, barely possessed. What made it harder was the fact that, not only was she drunk, but she was drunk and desperate to pee. Her bladder had filled up significantly over the night and the alcohol was only expediting that process. The walk from the Crystarium’s bar and her room in the Pendants was not an overly lengthy one, but Y’shtola hadn’t even made it out the door and she was already struggling. Suddenly and abruptly, Y’shtola felt the warm contact of skin beside her as the Warrior of Light slipped underneath one of her arms and supported her. “You seemed a bit shaky, and I’m much more accustomed to being drunk than you are,” the Warrior of Light explained. “Thank you,” Y’shtola nodded appreciatively. The two made their way down the stairs and towards the bar’s entrance. Since the bar was built into the Crystarium, rather than a completely walled-off area, there was a small fence-like partition that surrounded the bar, and the bar itself opened up to the outside. The second they stepped out of the bar and into the small open area that lead to the pendants, Y’shtola heard a frustrated cursing coming from a nearby bush. She turned her head and watched as the viera from earlier who had tried to go to the restroom before leaving the bar was ripping off her bottoms, cursing as leaks of urine dripped onto the ground even before she squatted. Y’shtola looked away in embarrassment, but she could hear the loud hissing that followed, and could only imagine the viera, throwing her head back in relief as she let her full bladder’s contents flow out of her. Y’shtola wanted nothing more than to do the same, her bladder sending strong waves of desperation through her to encourage her, but there was no way she was going to resort to that in such a public area. She imagined the viera herself either had little choice or was too drunk to care, but even in Y’shtola’s inebriation, there was no way she’d ever bring herself to that. “You know what, that looks good,” the Warrior of Light replied, unabashedly watching the viera openly pissing outside, “I might need to do the same thing.” To emphasize her point, the Warrior of Light rubbed her swollen abdomen, and showed her first outward signs of desperation to Y’shtola. “I also have to go,” Y’shtola replied, “But it would be far more becoming of both of us if we were to wait until we returned to our rooms, don’t you think.” “Of course,” the Warrior of Light conceded, and Y’shtola thought that to be the end of it, but then the Warrior of Light pressed her thighs together and let out a desperate groan, “But I’m not sure if I’m gonna make that trip with all those stairs. Plus it’s not the first time I’ve had to pee outside, being an adventurer and all.” Y’shtola frowned. Not only did she not want the famous Warrior of Darkness to get caught peeing outside a bar, not 2 yalms from the entrances to the Pendants and the privacy of her inn room no less, but now that Y’shtola had confirmed the Warrior of Light was feeling the effects of the bulge in her abdomen, she had secretly hoped they could share in their suffering together. Y’shtola wanted the two of them to make it up to their respective inn-rooms, supporting each other and holding it together, and then finally get to relieve themselves properly in an actual bathroom. “I’ll be right back,” the Warrior of Light replied, hobbling desperately over to a more secluded bush than the one the viera had opted for, but still one that was out in the open. She already had her hands digging under her short skirt for her pantalettes when Y’shtola called out with the only thing she knew would stop her friend’s actions. “Sure. If you don’t think you can hold it, far be it from me to stop you,” Y’shtola replied smugly. The Warrior of Light froze in her tracks, dropping her skirt and standing up straight. “What was that?” Got her. The first time Y’shtola had teased the Warrior of Light’s competitive nature, it had been accidental and resulted in the drinking contest. Now however, it was very much intentional. “I simply said that you don’t have a choice if you can’t hold it. You did say you weren’t sure if you could make the trip back to your inn room, after all,” Y’shtola smirked. “I was exaggerating. Of course I can make it back up,” the Warrior of Light protested. Her desperate squirming as she asserted her point and her tail, which was flicking back and forth uncomfortably, undermined her statement. “No, no, don’t let me stop you from relieving yourself if you truly cannot wait any longer. I’ll head up to my inn room and relieve myself properly,” Y’shtola replied, hobbling her way towards the Pendant’s entrance. Walking was quite a bit more difficult without the Warrior of Light supporting her, but luckily she hadn’t made it that far before the Warrior of Light had caught up to her, supporting her again. “Oh, what are you doing?” Y’shtola teased, a knowing expression flashing across her face, “I thought you were going to resort to your adventurer’s method of using the bush?” “With the way you’re walking, you wouldn’t make it five steps up before tripping over yourself and pissing all over the staircase,” the Warrior of Light shot back, “Besides, I can hold it. I just didn’t want to, is all.” The two made their way to the entrance of the Pendants and nodded at the overnight receptionist. They both already had rooms, so all they had to do was head up the stairs and down the winding halls to where they were both staying. The climb was definitely difficult for Y’shtola. Each step up put extra pressure on her full bladder, and it didn’t help that the Warrior of Light herself was letting out soft moans of desperation. Y’shtola, being so close to the Warrior of Light now, could hear her ragged, labored breathing, that hitched in her throat every time they took a step, likely from her fighting the urge to leak each time. As they climbed, it was the Warrior of Light who broke the silence, likely in an attempt to get her mind off her urgent need. “So, you really don’t like Rungar, you and him aren’t in a relationship?” the Warrior of Light asked. “O-of course not,” Y’shtola turned her head away, blushing, “W-why would you ask that now, of all times?” “I’m just curious,” the Warrior of Light answered, “You two seemed close, so I kind of assumed there was something going on there.” “I would’ve told you,” Y’shtola replied, “If there was anything between us, I mean. You’re my friend after all.” “You don’t tell me much about yourself,” the Warrior of Light shot back, “You don’t talk much about your hobbies, or your interests outside of your work in the Scions. Hell, you didn’t even tell me about your eyes. Y’mhitra had to tell me about your eyes, ‘Shtola! I had no idea you like whiskey before tonight, even. You expect me to believe for a second that if you were off dating Rungar or whoever that you’d just up and tell me without me having to tease it out. Gods I have to pee!” Y’shtola didn’t have anything to say to that. She fell into silence as she and the Warrior of Light cleared the first flight of spiralling stairs. Two more to go for the Warrior of Light, and four more to go for Y’shtola herself. Y’shtola found herself more focused on the Warrior of Light’s words to her, and in that slip of concentration, her body fought back. She felt a small leak escape into her smallclothes under her robe and squeaked in desperation. She doubled over, and the Warrior of Light looked down at her. “You okay?” “Y-yeah, I’ll be fine, just nearly leaked a little,” Y’shtola lied, too embarrassed to admit she was no longer dry under her long black dress. The two started up the next flight of stairs, and the Warrior of Light spoke up again. “Sorry about snapping earlier.” “No, you had the right of it,” Y’shtola admitted, “It is not my wont to open up to people. Even those I consider friends. It is a quality many around me find infuriating. And truthfully, I no longer wish to be so aloof. Tonight was one of my attempts at that, and look where that’s gotten us. Two drunken fools clinging to each other, on the verge of wetting ourselves like kittens.” “I had fun, though,” the Warrior of Light admitted, “I’d do this every night if it meant getting to see your fun side a little more. But seriously, I am still sorry for snapping. I guess I was just a bit… jealous, to be honest.” Y’shtola, in surprise, glanced over to her inebriated friend, only to find that she was averting her gaze with a face ablaze as though imbued with fire-attuned aether, and Y’shtola had a feeling that was not entirely due to her exertion from holding what had to have been at least 3 or 4 pints of liquid in her bladder. “Jealous? Of what, pray tell?” Y’shtola asked. “I… I mean... I was trying to… I kind of wasn’t… Since I thought you might have been interested in Rungar I didn’t really think...“ the Warrior of Light continued to dance around her words, almost as vigorously as she was dancing in desperation as they continued up the steps, “Oh to hells with it. I like you, ‘Shtola. Romantically, I mean. I’ve kinda liked you for a while now, to be honest.” Y’shtola wasn’t sure how to respond to the Warrior of Light’s confession. She had been completely blindsided and stunned into silence. The two made their way up the last few stairs and the Warrior of Light broke off from Y’shtola, taking a few steps back towards the hallway where her inn room was. “F-forget I said that. Sorry, I should-” Y’shtola was drunk, desperate to pee, and overwhelmed. Her head was spinning. Her heart was racing. Her bladder was screaming at her to stop holding in the venerable flood that was growing ever closer to bursting out of her. Yet, she had been the first to move. Somewhere in her alcohol-adled mind, she surged with pride. She was standing in the hallway of the Pendants, in another world entirely removed from her own, kissing the Warrior of Light and Darkness who had saved the world, both worlds, countless times over. “W-w-w-w-w-w-what was that?” the Warrior of Light. The ever-composed, cocky, strong-willed Warrior of Light herself, had been reduced to a stammering, squirming, blushing mess. “A kiss. Surely you’re aware of them,” Y’shtola replied, a teasing smirk creeping up on her face. “T-that’s not what I meant! I mean… you just kissed me.” “That is what just happened, yes.” “I mean… you… I just confessed to you that I… that I like you… and then you… kissed me,” the Warrior of Light replied. “As much as I would love to sit here and listen to you drunkenly summarize the events of tonight, I don’t think either of us have the time to do that in our current states,” Y’shtola replied, making no attempts to hide her desperation as she danced in the hallway. “I’m drunk and I have to pee, stop teasing me,” the Warrior of Light protested, “B-but… if you kissed me, then does that mean you also like me?” “That is a complicated question,” Y’shtola admitted, “Truthfully, I haven’t really given romance much thought. In the past, I’ve near-universally shrugged off-- or worse-- any and all romantic advances made towards me. I have always been content with my interpersonal relationships thus far, though as I admitted I do feel bad for my tendency to keep myself closed off to even those I consider friends.” “Oh,” the Warrior of Light replied dully, slumping her shoulders dejectedly. “However, you are… different. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t interested in you. Or attracted to you, both to your physical appearance and your intrinsic qualities. You are an incredibly strong, powerful, and kind person that I find myself looking up to on a number of occasions. And in truth I do find members of the fairer sex more appealing to the eyes. I think ultimately I would be willing to test the proverbial waters, as it were, and pursue a more intimate relationship with you.” That brought a huge grin back to the Warrior of Light. She hugged Y’shtola tightly, perhaps a little too tightly, as Y’shtolas overfull bladder spasmed in protest, and returned Y’shtola’s earlier kiss with a peck on the miqo’te’s cheek. “I really, really like you, ‘Shtola! I’m so happy to hear you kinda like me too!” “Very well. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to attempt to return to my inn room before the contents of my bladder explode onto the floor.” “Oh, hey, my inn room’s closer, You should use mine instead.” Y’shtola didn’t have the mind, nor time to protest. The two rushed down the hall towards the Warrior of Light’s inn room. The larger inn rooms were the ones at the end of the hall, so there was a price to pay for the Crystal Exarch’s generosity and showing of hospitality. By the time they reached the inn room proper, both Y’shtola and the Warrior of Light were dancing in place, hands jammed between their legs, fighting to keep dry. “Damn,” the Warrior of Light cursed, “I just remembered there’s only one bathroom.” “Which one of us is going in first?” Y’shtola asked, dancing around. There was an unspoken second layer to her question. The two were both so desperate that it was likely that whoever went second would not make it. “You can,” the Warrior of Light offered, “It’s my fault for holding us up for so long. And the drinking contest was my idea in the first place.” Y’shtola shook her head, “You’ve had that huge bulge since before leaving the bar, you should go first.” As much as she wanted to relieve herself, it was clear the Warrior of Light was in a much sorrier state. Her bladder was visibly distended and she was dancing around much more frantically than Y’shtola herself. Not that Y’shtola had the confidence that she would be able to hold it for much longer either, but it was clear that between the two of them, the Warrior of Light was far more desperate. “Alright. I’ll try to be quick, but no promises.” The Warrior of Light hobbled into the bathroom and left Y’shtola dancing in the middle of the inn room. She raised one leg, and then the other, while rubbing her abdomen and squeezing her thighs together. Anything that would lessen the desperation swelling up within her. Her body was fighting her every step. Her bladder was spasming and screaming at her mind to let it out. Her muscles were practically aching from pushing back against the inevitable flood. Suddenly, a particularly violent spasm shot through Y’shtola’s body and she let out another leak. Longer this time, and it brought her right to the limit. There was no more holding it for her. There was no way she was going to make it until the Warrior of Light emptied her own bladder, not with that giant bulge. Still, Y’shtola did not want to piss all over the floor. She had to find something. Looking around, she saw nothing that could be used as a receptacle. There were two small tea cups on the table, but Y’shtola was sure their volume would run out before the contents of her bladder. There weren’t any buckets, and while she briefly entertained using the sink, it was positioned awkwardly with cabinets overhead and she did not trust herself to even climb up onto the counter without pissing herself completely in the process. Having no other options, Y’shtola rushed into the bathroom as well. The Warrior of Light was dancing and struggling to pull down her pantalettes, which had gotten caught on her tail, when she turned around at the sound of Y’shtola entering the bathroom as well. “I’m not done yet, sorry,” the Warrior of Light apologized. “I can’t hold it any longer!” Y’shtola admitted, feeling another leak escape into her own undergarments as she danced in place. “Neither can I, I’m leaking like mad here!” the Warrior of Light pointed to a few droplets on the ground as she struggled pulling her panties down. She finally succeeded and plopped herself down onto the toilet. Almost immediately, a loud hiss and a near-deafening ringing sound began emanating from the toilet as the Warrior of Light peed forcefully into the toilet bowl. Y’shtola’s whole body spasmed at the sound and she doubled over, letting out another spurt. She was out of time and out of options. She slipped out of her dress instead of fighting to hike it up and pulled down her own pantalettes, revealing a lacy black lingerie and exposing her lower half to the Warrior of Light. “Spread your legs wider!” Y’shtola demanded, ignoring the Warrior of Light’s gaze on her now exposed body. The Warrior of Light was stunned into silence by Y’shtola stripping before her, but she nodded dully as Y’shtola lowered herself onto the Warrior of Light, positioning her pee-hole in between her spread legs. Not a moment later, and she too exploded. Her bladder’s muscles gave out and a strong, loud torrent of pee erupted from between her legs. Luckily she had aimed true, and she was, with some awkward positioning and difficulty, able to pee between the Warrior of Light’s legs. The sensation was bliss. She let out a long, drawn out moan of relief as she pissed forcefully into the toilet. The Warrior of Light herself was breathing heavily and gazing at Y’shtola in front of her as she emptied her own bladder. “By the gods,” Y’shtola moaned, “I had to pee so bad.” Y’shtola felt like she had to have been peeing for minutes, but even as he flow finally tapered off into a trickle, then drips that she wiped away as she stood up, the Warrior of Light was still pissing full force. As soon as Y’shtola had gotten up, the Warrior of Light nearly doubled over, grabbing her abdomen and moaning as she continued to pee. Y’shtola herself pulled up her pantalettes and her legs gave out underneath her. Her whole body was shaking from the sheer relief she finally got to experience. She simply stared back at the Warrior of Light, watching her unabashedly as she continued to pee. After what had to have been another full minute of full force peeing, the Warrior of Light’s flow began to taper off and she let out a near-orgasmic moan as she basked in the sheer relief. “I haven’t had to pee that bad since the night Giott and I had that drinking contest,” she admitted. The Warrior of Light wiped herself off as well and stood up, still breathing heavily, eyes dazed over from relief. Her legs were shaking far worse than Y’shtola’s had been, but still she extended an arm down to help her up nevertheless. Y’shtola accepted it, but not wanting them both to wind up on the floor of the inn room’s bathroom, she mostly used her own strength to pull herself up. The Warrior of Light indulged herself in another once over at Y’shtola’s body, and gave an approving smile. “So that’s what’s under that dress. A bit risque for the leader of the Night’s Blessed, don’t you think?” “Oh please, you’ve sauntered around in shawls and subligars and short skirts that show off half of what this does. And that was supposed to pass as your outerwear besides.” “But you love it. You said it yourself, you’re attracted to me, right? Also I’m sure I’ve caught you staring once or twice!” “I would be lying if I said I haven’t found it difficult to ignore certain… features of your body in your more revealing attire,” Y’shtola admitted, “But with that being said, we’re both really drunk and I for one am tired. We should continue this conversation another time.” “Agreed, I’m about to pass out after that,” the Warrior of Light admitted. Y’shtola picked her dress off the floor of the bathroom and slipped it back over herself. Then the two headed out into the main room and Y’shtola began making towards the door when she was stopped by a warm embrace from behind. “Stay, it’s late and your still shaky,” the Warrior of Light offered, “You can sleep here for the night.” “With you?” Y’shtola asked, teasingly. “I don’t mean like that,” the Warrior of Light shook her head, “We’d just be sleeping in the same bed together. I’m ‘bout to pass out too.” “Well, I suppose we did just share a toilet together. A bed isn’t half as embarrassing or awkward as that.”
  20. Hi guys! I need Your help Before my PC crashed I had a nice desperation video on my disc and now I can't find it anywhere. https://pl.redtube.com/81792 It's the same girl and location. On the vid that I'm looking for she is wearing pink panties and pink sleeveless shirt. She is wandering through a garden, then enters the house, finally takes her panties off and pees on the bathroom floor. Please help me find it.
  21. Hey, is it cool if I recommend a model for custom videos? If yes, I'll take this down and put up a more informative post. If it helps, she's very hot.
  22. Hey there! This is a thread for tiny desperation ideas! Things you can read in a few seconds but that put very sexy ideas in your head! I don't know how many of you knew holdingit.minuteboard? There are a fair few users on here that are also on there, and made content for it before it sadly went down. It's still available in parts through the waybackmachine, so it's not all bad, but still... it had a thread that I adored called "lines of desperation", started by the user Rexone312. It's just full of tiny little stories, though it did go off-topic and delve into longer ones at points, but most of it is really easy to digest chunks of very, very sexy desperation. It's often extreme stuff too, with unrealistic hold times and large bladders, which is what I love! https://web.archive.org/web/20171205040050/http://holdingit.minuteboard.com:80/m/b/a/showtopic.html?topicid=70357&start=0 You might also be aware of some other omorashi poetry already on the site, such as this topic by Sunflower: Or this more recent one by SecretPerson, which is what inspired me to make this topic after talking with him: Okay! So now that all that backstory is out of the way, I'm going to be posting some of my own tiny stories here, as well as some of the ones from users on holdingit.minuteboard, where I can I'll get permission to do so, but I would like to have a current archive of this stuff as the site was taken down! I don't want to take credit for any of these works, only put them up somewhere so more people can enjoy them again! ? One last thing: This Topic is for DESPERATION! If you want to make one about wetting stories or fear accidents, please do so! I'm really only interested in the holding, and wanted to make a topic for those, like me, who miss holdingit.minuteboard and this thread in particular. So, without anymore exposition, feel free to give writing some of these a go!
  23. Hi I am addicted to watching silly videos on tiktok and found this, I thought my amigos on here may enjoy! 0c2dd857e93162ee741b96f1522910ee.mp4
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    This is an alpha (demo) release of my current efforts to translate the full version of Ao Kurage's wonderful RPG もじクエ (MojiQue) into English. The full, untranslated version can be found officially from here, or a slightly older version on this very website. Note: please don't ask me for technical help running this RPG. Instead, search around for existing discussion of this game. Support the Project For those wishing to express their apprecation for the efforts on this project, I am now accepting donations! For now, I am using SubscribeStar as my primary platform for this. Please click the link below to see my profile. https://www.subscribestar.com/trashgomi Donations are very much appreciated, and supporters will get early access to releases and exclusive blogs relating to the project! Supporters can also optionally get their names added to the credits file. Of course, the final translation will be available to all. Please get in contact with me via email or through the Direct Message system if you have any suggestions for alternative methods of donation that suit your needs. Should I Play This Demo? Until this translation is complete, players are likely to encounter untranslated Japanese text, unrefined localizations, and typos. Players will also be likely to finish each version of the demo before the next part of the story is translated. This demo is therefore most appropriate for those who wish to playtest and provide feedback, and those who don't mind replaying the game again once the full version is out. Save files appear to be compatible between each version of the game, so you can continue your game as each version comes out. Survey: Feedback and Issues Please let us know at the following link if you have found any problems with the translated dialogue in the most recent demo, or if you want to get involved. https://www.surveymonkey.co.uk/r/S8LPFGF

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