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  1. Hello, this is my debut story for Omarashi. I haven’t written normal fiction, let alone… This kind of writing for many years, so I’m quite rusty and am using my vocabulary as a crutch. I wish to make it very clear that this story is predominantly focused on pooping, poop desperation, poop anxiety and poop embarrassment, and will contain little to no messing or wetting. You are not only welcomed but invited to make any criticism with any aspect of my story, including the themes I’ve included or not included and things you’d like to read more of. Without further ado, please enjoy the first chapter of my story. Chapter One (864 words, poop warning): It looked back up at her. A congealed mass of compressed, knobbly nuggets bound together tightly, like a black pudding bound in string from a deli, marinating in a pool of rich yellow. Just as large and just as dark, but far from appetizing. The cause of much abdominal pain and ‘bottled up stress’ had finally left her body, but not without a fight. She bore down over the glorified ditch of a public squat toilet with all the force her body could muster to birth it. And it was this almost maternal disposition that caused her to hesitate kicking the flush to be rid of the monstrosity that weighed down on her heavily for the past four days. And her swollen gut was gratuitously grateful to be freed of its colossal burden and to be exorcised of the demon it had imprisoned for far too long. After this brief lapse in her hasty disposal, she kicked the lever and watched as the weak stream slowly but surely ferried her grotty monster into the Styx of the city sewers, or so she thought. Her huge business poked its unsightly head out of the basin, clinging for life, but even a second barrage of water wouldn’t loosen its hold. This was a common scenario for Samantha, or Sam as she prefers to be called, who covered her hand with toilet paper, prepared to get her hands dirty. She wanted to ensure no one else laid witness to her excruciating bowel-ache made manifest, lest she die of embarrassment. But there was nothing else she could do. She was thankful that walls were obscuring the two embarrassing sights of her big arse bent over, as well as what came out of it. As she carefully maneuvered her thick stool out of the basin. Despite being saturated by water, it remained dry and hard. She laid it back on the upper level and began carefully disassembling her bowel movement, meticulously breaking off nuggets and chunks to ensure it could safely pass to the other side. Doing it so often made her quite skilled at disemboweling her massive solid shits, and it was a necessity for times like this. After she finished the summary execution of her disobedient log, she kicked down on the lever a third and final time with excessive force and anger, uttering an unwomanly grunt in frustration. She hated using public toilets. You would be hard asked to find anyone who does like using public toilets outside of voyeurs and exhibitionists. But for her, it was still preferable than using either the home or school toilets. Home life was busy, she would rarely get a break or a moment to herself alone, crammed in a tiny house with her mother, father and two younger half-brothers. She is even forced to share a bedroom with her mother, with only screens as a dividing wall for privacy, as the new living arrangement required. Her mother and father refuse to sleep in the same room, let alone the same bed, meaning she can’t get the space, privacy and sanctuary a young woman requires. And at school, aside from being shy, she quickly became enemies with the janitor a few weeks ago, who walked in on her washing her hands and then began to clean the Western style toilets. After this, Sam quickly fled the scene just as the janitor discovered the brutal murder of one of the school toilets, which had choked to death on a reeking brick of waste. And it didn’t take much imagination for the cleaner to guess who the wide-bottomed suspect was. Before leaving, Sam checked to ensure the toilet was in an immaculate state, despite it being far from perfect when she first entered in the first place. There was no stain, except the stain on her soul for her proclivity to filling the sewer system with so many ungodly monsters, it would make From Software feel inadequate. She opened the door and began to depart when she saw a slim, blonde woman in a pink cardigan and white skirt, who was tiny in comparison. She was clutching her crotch. It appeared the stall next to her was occupied, and, customarily for any public toilet, one of them was out of order, although strangely, the door was closed and locked, marked as occupied. Before she could think too much about it, the woman said thank you and squeezed past her. Even though the evidence was gone and it wasn’t a particularly pungent birth this time, Sam couldn’t bring herself to even wash her hands, despite them intimately fondling her filth, with only cheap, low quality single ply toilet paper with the consistency of sandpaper between them. She caught a glimpse of herself, with her long, tattered dyed jet black hair and her imperfect pale white complexion contrasted by her Gothic black, immodest dress and felt sick just looking at herself in the mirror. She quickly darted out of the bathroom, knowing for certain that the woman must have heard the multiple flushes. It isn’t rude to assume that multiple flushes is indicative of a massive turd that won’t go down without a fight.
  2. Hello, this is my first short story. My debut novel-length story is still in progress and is still being actively worked on. But I’ve had the time to work on a new short story, with a new perspective. I hope no one finds the character being a mother too off-putting, in fact, I’ve made this story as wholesome as possible. For anyone brave enough to stick around, you will be rewarded with some of my best writing to date. This story contains: Pooping, farting, sexual references, light messing, bathroom-control, minimal pee, desperation, embarrassment, humiliation, sexual themes and references If you’re here for pee, unfortunately, this story is extremely pooping focused, if you aren’t into pooping at all, not even in regards to desperation and embarrassment, unfortunately this story isn’t for you. I do plan on creating exclusively peeing/wetting stories soon, so stand by. But my first short story will only feature poop and sexual themes. The Urgent Business of a Busy Businesswoman (6,324 words, Poop warning, sexual themes) Jennifer had a busy schedule. She could only afford to stay in bed beside her lover, husband and father of two healthy, energetic young boys for the first alarm. As the second blared aloud, she knew she couldn’t delay any longer. As she got to get up out of bed, her husband in his lucid slumber clutched her by the stomach and pulled her back to him. “Just a bit longer,” he asked wearily. “You sleep in, I need to get our boys up,” she replied. Defeated, he rolled over and slept in a little bit longer. But the clock was 6:11 AM. He could afford to sleep in, but she couldn’t. Especially not in her current predicament. And as soon as she sat up on the bedside, her uncomfortable, bloated abdomen churned in irritation at her sudden movements. She put her hand on her belly, and she knew what she had to do next. In her pajama bottoms, and topless without even a bra with peace of mind knowing that her sons need to be woken up and wouldn’t disturb her, she occupied the bathroom. Just over fifteen minutes should have been enough time for her to lighten up. She pulled her bottoms down and slowly eased the massive berth of her hips and buttocks onto the seat. She got up, readjusted and pulled her cheeks further apart with her hands. Her bottom was hanging over the rim of the toilet seat. Having children certainly made her wider and bottom-heavy. Her husband seemed to like it. But she didn’t. She heaved down, but all she could manage was a slow puff of wind. Her more desperate need made itself known as she started filling the bowl with bright yellow. The torrent of her stream splashed and dappled into the water below, accepting it graciously. She was particularly loud in the bathroom, in all aspects, she felt she couldn’t help it, and in spite of her shyness, she didn’t bother to mask the sounds she made nor did she hold back her moans of relief. Except this time there weren’t any moans of relief, only heaving and grunting. She put her arms on her stomach and leaned forward. But it was no use. She was caved-in, and today marks the seventh day she’s been like this. Without even realizing it, she had been sitting there straining for ten minutes. “It’s no use,” she thought to herself. “I know what will do the trick.” She went to the kitchen and clumsily flicked on the kettle. She scratched her head, which was a flock of gold, auburn and red pluming feathers, not helped by her rough night sleeping exacerbated by her blockage, and the tussling and turning in bed the last night. She remembered where she put the espresso, which was her favourite jolt to start the day and readied herself a double shot. If this didn’t work, nothing else would. Once it was ready, she took her coffee into the shower with her and took sips while she performed her ablutions, which wasn’t ideal, but time was not on her side, not today or any other day. She had a thousand and one things to do, and only two hours to do it all. And there was a particularly big thing she had to do before she goes to work this morning. The hot water helped relieve her aches and pains, and it helped circulate the blood around her stomach, which was in dire need of being sped up. A familiar knock on the shower window stirred her from her relaxation. “Want a pleasant surprise this morning?” her husband asked. He didn’t so much ask as insist, as he opened the shower door naked, with his semi-erect manhood swinging out. With his demeanor and devilish smile, he had plans with Jennifer’s curvaceous, wet body, shines with glistening soap and bubbles, which acted as a cheeky camouflage for her womanly assets. “Honey, it’s Friday morning!” she replied. “And the kids are still fast asleep,” he chuckled. “They’ll never know, and you look particularly inviting this morning.” he teased once more as he planted a kiss on her forehead, which he was only just able to reach. He was tall, with a stature of 6’3, but she was very tall as well, standing at 5’12”, crossing the 6 foot threshold in heels, which she often wore. She couldn’t protest, as much as she wanted to. And she didn’t feel well, as though something was weighing her down. She faced away from him, trying to signal, without saying it, that she wasn’t ready tonight. He took the hint and his smile returned to a more cordial, efficient poker face. “It looks like our baby is coming along,” he mentioned, pointing her attention to her bulging belly. She was pregnant with something, but it wasn’t necessarily another baby. In fact, she was in near labor, she felt the pains but nothing was coming. She gave him a quick glance of disgust, but her smile quickly forgave him. “Very funny, I still haven’t tested yet,” she replied. “You should try after our shower,” he insisted. “I already went,” she added. They both showered, and she had to gently stave off his lustful advances, which were particularly wild this morning as his fiendish hands craved her ballooning mammaries, drooping down her chest in big tear drops, and her large bottom, which widened quickly following the birth of their first son, and further still after the second, it also had a dual purpose of making him ever more aroused at the sight of her naked moon as she was brushing her teeth before bed, exposed and vulnerable, which was when he frequently made his sinful attempts. “Alright, I better go and make you and the boys some brekky now,” she teased, grabbing his nose by the fingers. “You should try doing that down here, I think I’d be very receptive,” he retaliated, turning their wholesome shower into the product of his filthy imagination and desires. Her coffee didn’t fully kick in yet, but she was alert and wide-awake as she started making bacon and eggs. Not the healthiest, but this greasy fryup was great for getting the boys to wake up and emerge from their rooms from the smell alone. And, success, as the youngest walked in. “Eggies and bakey!” he chanted. The elder 11 year old son followed after him. “Mooooom, dad’s taking up the bathroom again, it can’t take him that long to take a shit!” he angrily vented. “Language Thomas!” she said. “You don’t need to teach Max that kind of filth. Maybe you need soap for breakfast instead of eggies and bakey!” Her empty threat worked. “No, I’m sorry mom!” “Haha! Daddy’s taking a big shit!” 6 year old Max giggled. “Now look what you’ve done,” she scolded calmly, knowing that it was futile. Even though she thought she sent them to a good school, they were inevitably going to be corrupted by their peers, and be taught all kinds of nasty words. She was just thankful that the greatest caliber of which was ‘shit,’ but even that was awful. Speaking of which, she felt hers brewing away. And she felt a bit ashamed that she might be in the bathroom taking it up and stinking it out for the rest of the morning herself, let alone dad. Finally, her husband emerged, partly dressed with black trousers and a belt he didn’t need, as he recently started putting on weight, but it could be because they’ve been eating more healthily, which doesn’t explain why, paradoxically, he’s getting a pot belly. “Don’t worry, daddy’s big shit is over now!” he laughed. “But I’d give it a little bit before you go in.” “Don’t encourage them Ben…” she asked. “Boys will be boys, you know how it is,” he spoke as she served up their breakfast. “Aren’t you having anything?” Little does he know, she had 6 days worth of massive breakfasts, lunches and dinners clogged up in her plumbing. Beef steaks, chicken, mashed potato, and nearly every vegetable you can think of blocking up her gastrointestinal tract. He noticed her skipping out on dinner last night as well, and he frowned at the prospect that she wasn’t eating. Her bowel schedule is very sub optimal. Usually, she comes home on Fridays to take a mean dump in the home toilet, as she hates going out in public or at work. And, before starting work again on Monday, she’d manage a smaller one on Sunday night with the help of some mild laxatives. Unfortunately, this week, she wasn’t able to go on Sunday night, so she had nearly seven days of heavy meals churning away in her guts. And as her coffee started to kick in, she could feel the gridlock on descending colon freeway beginning to clear up, and at the worst possible time. “You didn’t eat last night either, is something wrong?” he asked. “Yoink, this is the swear tax!” he said as he forked a piece of streaky bacon off Thomas’ plate and ate it in front of him. “You don’t need any more bacon you fat bastard!” Thomas yelled and stormed off in a huff. “Fat bakey thief bastard!” Max added, giggling. Jennifer frowned at Ben, the father of her children, who had a fat smirk on his face as if he were proud that their sons became potty mouthed sailors. But she was also thankful that this diversion allowed her to slip under the radar of his interrogation. “Ben for crying out loud go and talk to him, and give him one of your bacon streaks,” Jennifer demanded. This time, she wasn’t playing games, her irritation was easily identified in her sharp voice. He knew he’d gone too far this time. So off he went to get Thomas back from his room, which he just slammed the door to. She looked at young Max, who was grinning while eyeballing dad’s plate. “You know you want to, go ahead,” she encouraged. Finally, they were ready to face the day. But Jennifer’s desperate clenching big buttocks were making a plea, and insisted her to ask a favour from Ben. “Hey Ben, it has been a tough week for me…” she admitted. “Could you do something for me?” “I thought so,” he replied. “What do you want?” “Could you take the kids to school today?” she asked. “I just want some time to freshen up before work today.” “Yeah, alright,” he said, without a disagreement. Normally he would try to weed his way out of it but he wanted to make up for being an ass earlier. “Y-you will? Thank you honey…” Ben and the kids said goodbye to Jennifer, and they walked out to the garage to get into his electric car. She didn’t like it, she preferred the good old petrol guzzlers, as they were more reliable. As soon as she heard the door close, the felt her own back door opening. She rushed to the bathroom to finally take care of the cause of her massive discomfort. As fast as she could move, she closed the door, pulled up her business skirt, tore her satin panties and pantyhose down and flomped her big butt down onto the toilet. She knew that this was going to be biblical. She knew that an event as monumental as the second coming of christ was about to happen. And it was going to emerge from her, and it was going to be shitty. She didn’t need any help spreading herself open, she could already feel her colon forcing her anus wide. But her troublesome big nuggety load wouldn’t come without a fight, even if she was ready to deliver her turd baby with her gut opened wide. She began to rub her stomach and slowly heave down. But then she heard them coming back inside, and suddenly, her anus closed back up and she had to hold it back in. “Yay! No school today!” This news was followed by an insistent warning knock at the door and Ben barging right in and closing it behind him. “Jenny…” he said, looking at his big bottomed wife on the toilet. She wasn’t shy about pooping in front of him, not at all. But when she had a colossal buildup like this, she didn’t want anyone to see her, especially the state she was about to put the toilet in, and why she prepared gloves and a garbage bag in advance, anticipated the queen of all toilet blockages. Even though she loved him, and he loved her unconditionally, she would rather die than have her husband, or anyone else know that she very well could be taking the biggest shit in all of human history and that she was going to murder this toilet, as strong as its flush was. She fondly remembers one time, when he walked in on her pooping. He walked over, pulled her off the toilet while she profusely protested, looked in the toilet bowl and crassly commented, “My, that was a big one.” And in her embarrassment and fluster, she retaliated by saying, “Do you have a poo fetish or something!” He already had the perfect response, “No, I have a you fetish.” This altercation was followed by very hard sex, and this was what broke the barrier of not wanting to poop in front of her husband. Even so, she was sitting on the toilet, she knew it was going to be colossal, and she didn’t want an audience this time. “I forgot to put the charger in my car last night.” She knew what was going to happen. He was going to ask her to take him to work, the kids at school and turn up to work late. And she was fuming. “You fucking idiot!” she yelled. “Haha! Mommy said the fuck word!” Max laughed outside the door. She quickly put her hand over her mouth, realizing that she just taught her youngest son a very, VERY naughty word. And the word ‘fuck’ was going through her husband Ben’s mind with every glance he was giving her sexy voluptuous body sitting down on the shitter, widening her already fat arse. But now wasn’t the time, even he realized that. “D-did you take the test?” he asked. She was taken by surprise, but she took that excuse and ran with it. It was better than telling him she wanted them out of the house so she could blow up the bathroom in peace. “Y-yes…” she said. “And?” “It was negative…” she lied. She didn’t ultimately know, but it would have been worse if she said the test was positive. She was 36. There was still time for another baby, but even so, at this age, her and her husband’s fertility have declined, and it was no longer guaranteed that she could become pregnant. She saw her husband’s face collapse in on itself. He was devastated. But in her weakness, and the vulnerable position of sitting over the toilet, with her bowel’s relief only a push away, yet she was so far from being able to empty herself, as she now needed to take everyone in her car. She got up, still feeling her ass slightly opened and uncomfortable standing upright. But she took the initiative. She walked up to Ben and forcefully shoved him against the sink. “Don’t worry Ben, I’ll bring another lovely baby into this world,” she said, with incredibly seductive eyes and a grotesquely enticing sexual invitation. “I would love nothing more than a beautiful little baby girl for our sons to protect, and someone to calm them down…” he sobbed, nearly crying. “I’ll give you a daughter Ben,” she spoke. “Whatever it takes… But for now, we should be thankful we’re still afloat.” She referenced the move. Where they had to sell their cushy city townhouse to move further out into suburbia, which was the only thing they could comfortably afford. They weren’t poor by any means, but ever since the move, commute times were tripled and they had to move into an area they didn’t like. But they were still bringing up a family, and that’s all that mattered. “I know I’ve been a stupid ass lately… I’ll change. I’ll do it for you, I’ll do it for the kids… But I have to admit, wanting a third child has been tearing me apart lately, I just want to make it happen so badly,” he confessed. “God I love you Ben, even if you are a stupid ass.” Later, on the highway, Jennifer, with her husband behind her and the two rowdy kids in the back were stuck. Because of the slight delay, they were now stuck in peak hour traffic. And she had to hold her poo in simultaneously. She felt stubborn cramping every inch the car was able to budge due to the gridlock. She definitely didn’t want her husband or kids knowing she needed to relieve herself. And she spend her time thinking about how she would empty herself before work. But she came to the conclusion, in this emergency situation that she’d call off work just this once. She took advantage of every leave day when she got them immediately, so this wouldn’t be easy. “Yellow car!” Max called out as he whacked Thomas. “Ow! I’ll get you back for that!” Thomas retaliated. “O-oh no you won’t!” Jennifer yelled. “Ben, deal with them!” Finally, the kids were dropped off, but Jennifer had some kids to drop off at the pool, and she couldn’t do that until she got to either a public bathroom, back home, or begrudgingly to work. “I… I think I need the day off,” Jennifer spoke to Ben. “Do you think they’ll let you off for today?” “I’ll have to call her and see if that’s possible, but I think I know the answer.” She persisted on with her aching abdomen until she dropped Ben off at his workplace. But as soon as he left, she felt the urge even stronger. It felt like a Goliath was about to crawl out of her stomach and no amount of pressure she fought it off with would work. In fact, she was certain she was going to have an accident. And her white panties, clear pantyhose and beige business skirt weren’t going to mix well with brown. She got her phone and dialed her boss while jiggling in her seat, about to burst. “Ahh… Jennifer…” her arrogant superior spoke down. “Hey uhh, I was just wondering, it has been a hectic week and I’m very busy,” she spoke. “Can I have today off?” After a brief delay, she replied, “You know that today is the ‘Better Practices Business’ lecture, right?” “Oh! I thought that was next week, sorry, I must have forgotten,” Jennifer replied. “Well hopefully you haven’t forgotten how important this meeting is, in fact, it’s mandatory staff attendance. I’m sorry, if you’re unable to show up today, I’ll have to let you go.” Jennifer hung up immediately. She had something of her own to let go, and now she had no choice. She had to show up or risk losing her job. She knew her boss wouldn’t be at all understanding or sympathetic. “BITCH!!!” she yelled into the void, with no one able to hear, thankfully. Finally, she showed up, clutching her stomach and the bowel ache she’s been carrying around for nearly 7 days. Her frown looked like a wet Friday. The best day of the week. Ruined. She walked into the office with her rich gold-red hair in a bun, as professionally required, as she strut her big frame into the main foyer, through the glass doors, where the meeting was being held. She was 10 minutes late. And her boss was at the door, ready to persecute her like a vulture. She was a shrew of a woman, and was ambitious to her own fault. Her greying brown bun betrayed her hatred for any women who dared put their families after their work, either that, or it was jealousy that it was too late for her to have biological children of her own. It was her own fault, she wanted to become a corporate cutthroat, and her emasculated eunuch husband didn’t dare disobey her, working as her inferior. “You’re late.” “I’m very sorry about this, I might be pregnant. I’m really feeling the morning sickness,” she spoke. “Can I use the bathroom?” “Might be?” she inquired. “Go to a doctor. Until they can verify you are indeed pregnant, you’re not pregnant, and you’re subject to the same scrutiny as everyone else.” “Oh but… Please, it’s an emergency,” she asked. “If it’s an emergency, go.” her boss replied, but then gave a caveat. “But the second you leave this room, your termination will be drafted immediately.” As if it was bad enough that she had to endure with full, aching guts for all this time, she was forced to hold it in for another two hours, otherwise her entire livelihood might be destroyed, all because she needs a fat shit. Begrudgingly, she sat down, until she found that she couldn’t sit down. The chair was right below her, she was sitting on it, but unless she tilted her backside on the chair, sitting down directly would give her a sharp pain in the guts and it felt like her pelvis was going to be ripped apart. To deter this pain, she had to sit slanted on her chair in the meeting, and it looked very awkward, uncomfortable and unprofessional. It was clear that the turd descended all the way into her rectum, it was ready to come out, it just needed permission to pass, and she was adamant about keeping her sphincter as strong as adamantium, and closed shut. The meeting was exactly as she’d anticipated, it was full of boring skeletal old men throwing buzzwords about ‘the economy,’ ‘inflation,’ ‘deficit,’ ‘expenditure,’ and a bunch of other corporate words that she could only barely grasp so she could hold down a highly paid job in business. She hated working in an office, she preferred the days when she stayed at home to take care of Max when he was still a baby, but everything changed after her husband’s redundancy. Either way, life as it was is now gone, and she has spent the last two years in this concrete tomb of old corporate cryptofacsist hacks in dire need of colostomy bags. Although at the moment, Jennifer could use one, if for nothing else, to get just the slightest pressure off her stomach, bowels and back. She couldn’t sit up straight, she was hunched over, making room for her ever growing fecal baby, which she was expecting any moment, and every other moment, it would knock on her back door screaming to be let out. After an hour in the meeting and being quizzed with silly questions to gauge members’ engagement, the screams of her baby began to get louder and became pungent. One particular event, she needed to get some gas out, because she felt like she was going to explode with the pressure building up inside her. She managed to discreetly let out a silent, constant fart that pffffffffft out of her over the span of 15 seconds. What she didn’t anticipate, as well as every other unsuspecting business man and woman was the stench of death, and it was inescapable, as they were all trapped in a giant glass room which looked like an aquarium tank, and Jennifer was the one hot-boxing them all. She glared around the room, and as sure as anything, there were funny expressions on nearly everyone’s face, glaring around the room, as if their eyes could spot the culprit that only their poor nostrils could detect. The smell was beyond godawful, it was the smell of 7 days of built up, constipated shit rotting away in her methane filled guts. But she had no choice, and as her bowels filled up with this highly explosive, heavy gas, she had to quietly air it out of her system. Suddenly, out of no where, someone broke the silence on whoever broke wind. “Who passed gas?” one man asked, holding his nose. “Enough, as I was saying, we must expand out margins to meet the demands o- y,yes what is that?” the main lecturer spoke, finally getting a whiff of what Jennifer’s been cooking for nearly a week. “Christ! Whoever that was, go to the bathroom!” a woman yelled. “There will be no breaks, we only have 45 minutes left!” the boss yelled. “My money’s on fat George!” one businessman yelled, pointing at a seemingly obvious culprit, a fat older man. But his confident dismissal made everyone point their fingers at other people, as it clearly wasn’t him. “Jennifer, was that you?” one younger upstart man asked. Jennifer began to blush, but she controlled herself just in time before suspicions deemed her guilty. “Leave Jennifer alone, if I had to guess, you’re the one who passed wind since you’re the one accusing everyone around the room of doing it Gilbert!” Jennifer’s coworker Lucy yelled. Lucy stuck up for her when no one else was. There wasn’t going to be a death penalty for whoever was deemed guilty of passing wind, but it would have been the greatest humiliation regardless. And right after Lucy, the 26 year old woman with a black bob in garish red, struck down Gilbert’s accusation, everyone swamped in to accuse her instead. “Enough, someone open the fucking doors!” one of the seniors demand. “They stay shut!” the boss demanded. “This is a bunch of fucking bullshit anyway!” the same senior businessman replied, “You can take your profit and shove it up your deficit you old cow!” Suddenly, the entire room was in an uproar over the cause of the deathly smell, because it really was that bad. Jennifer was surprised that, with the knowledge that she had to go to the bathroom, the boss didn’t immediately accuse her. Perhaps she was none the wiser thankfully. Suddenly, order was brought back into the room, but not after the senior businessman ripped off his badge and kicked the door down to go outside. It was behavior so bad, it reminded Jennifer of Max’s classroom, and the teacher who was helpless to keep them under control. But, with the seniors insisting that the doors be opened, they were opened. And everything settled down, but the smell still lingered. It was down to the last fifteen minutes, and Jennifer was able to keep her bowels under check for the most of it. But she would lust over the thought of a massive log forcing its way out of her colon. She was fantasizing of filling a toilet bowl with her filthy bratwursts, and for some reason, it helped her manage it. She passed the minute long seconds even faster, but she was also teasing herself with the anticipation of finally letting her big poo out. And in fifteen minutes, she would be able to desiccate her bowels and destroy a work toilet as collateral damage, but until then, the urge only got stronger and stronger. With so much stress, the next ten minutes felt like an hour, but there were only five minutes left, and her eyes were glued to the second hand of the clock, which was ticking by painfully slowly. But it happened, as she was holding all the methane in, all it took was the slightest quiver in her anus, and in an explosive burst, all the filthy wind she’d been keeping held in blew up and whooshed out of her anus, reverberating with nearly enough strength to push the chair out from under her and send her into orbit as a new satellite. A big fat, loud and relieving fart made itself known to everyone on the room. And then, everyone in the room knew who it came from, as Jennifer clutched her hands over her face, still tilted on her chair. She wanted to bawl her eyes out and then jump off the balcony. The only thing stopping her from jumping off the balcony was knowing how much shit would overfill in her panties after she died. A fate more mortifying than death itself awaited her. Everyone in the room wanted her dead as much as she wanted herself dead. One lapse of strength in her tiring anus cost her every scrap of dignity she had, and it was all unsalvageable now, all she had left to look forward to was humiliation and embarrassment. From that day on, everyone would remember her as the woman who tried to gas everyone in a glass tomb and blew a fart loud enough to bring back the hearing of the deaf. On the plus side, she felt a lot better with all of that gas out of her, and it eased her desperation to poop ever so slightly. But the fatal blow to her femininity was the ultimate price to pay. She couldn’t take it anymore, her face fell into her hands and she began lightly crying. Lucy tried to console her. Even after knowing that it was truly her, she tried to comfort her after she commit professional and social suicide. “See, I told you it was her,” Gilbert exonerated himself. No one clapped, no one gave him an aware, everyone just stared at him in disgust of how out of touch he was. As bad as the smell was, other than Gilbert, no one felt happy looking at Jennifer in a crying, embarrassed heap. As her crying became more audible and desperate, Lucy grabbed her and led her outside. With only three minutes left, the boss surely wouldn’t do anything punitive against either Lucy or Jennifer. But as Jennifer walked, she let out more explosive gas, as well as her bowel movement dropping out of her anus and finally making contact with her white panties. She was thankful that it was as hard as a rock and not liquid, otherwise it would have continued its muddy advance and left Jennifer in a puddle of her own tears as well as shit. Lucy knew exactly where to take poor Jennifer. To the women’s restroom. Those farts were definitely the smell of a long incarcerated bowel movement. “Here you go, Jen,” Lucy spoke, directing her to a stall. “I hope you don’t mind, I also have to take care of my… business.” In her mercy, Lucy shared her own toilet needs with Jennifer, but she did also desperately need a dump as well, as her ass clutching betrayed. “T-thank you so much Lucy!” she muttered. Jennifer locked the door, and gently took off her skirt and pulled down her pantyhose and white knickers, which now had a streak of brown, but it was nothing serious. As Jennifer slowly descended her bottom down, a few nuggets fell out of her and onto the floor. “I think you dropped something,” Lucy said, as a nugget rolled under the stall into hers. Jennifer couldn’t get more embarrassed, and now Lucy could see what was stuck inside her. A black chunk of compact shit, and more had to come out. Jennifer was finally seated, and she buckled over and leaned forward as far as she could. But nothing would budge. “I haven’t pooed for 7 days,” Jennifer confessed to her coworker, who had her own confession to make. “Really? Wow, it’s no wonder you had to go. I’ve held this in for 3 days but I’ve been needing to shit all morning. I completely forgot about the meeting.” “So did I, if only I took care of my business before the meeting,” Jennifer stated. “You should take the bosses motto from now on,” Lucy spoke. “Business comes first.” “From now on, I won’t be neglecting my business ever again,” Jennifer remarked, eliciting a laugh from Lucy. But that wasn’t the only sound Lucy made. Lucy made a massive, dense splash in the stall neighbouring Jennifer and it sounded like a boulder crashing into the sea, it was massive, and Jennifer could tell it must have been a big one. As if the one splash wasn’t enough, after a big hissing fart, Lucy’s bowels let out a volley of repeating splashes, as her own nuggets fell into the water one after the other. But finally, Lucy sighed relief as a massive final splash hit the water. “That one got my butt wet!” Lucy giggled. “Yuck!” “You’re lucky you got that out so fast,” Jennifer replied. “I’m still pushing.” “Are you ok, do you need a laxative?” Lucy asked. “No, I’m alright, it’ll come out eventually.” In truth, Jennifer was waiting for her to leave. And finally, after hearing the flush and a farewell, Jennifer felt more comfortable. She’s thankful to Lucy for getting her out of there, but now Jennifer was going to put this industrial strength toilet out of commission. Permanently. Jennifer buckled over and her massive, dark nuggety crown showed itself, stretching her anus to its absolute breaking point, spreading her almost 4 inches in diameter. As the apex of her vile smelling crown emerged, so did a barrage of gas, as the explosive force of the wind dislodged nuggets off her log, which splish-sploshed in the toilet. They were so compact and dense that every plop was loud and sounded as if a bucket of marbles were being poured into the toilet water. But Jennifer couldn’t take it anymore. “Ahhhhh!” Jennifer verbalized loudly as her bowel ache forced itself out of her overstretched rectum, tearing apart her delicate anus on the way out. Having given birth twice, Jennifer would happily admit that this bowel movement felt akin to giving birth. It caused an intense spasm of pleasure and brutal pain simultaneously. But the battle was far from over. As another broadside of shit plops hit the water, making the bathroom sound like a faithful recreation of the battle of Pearl Harbor, she gasped out loud as the head of her log was finally exiting her colon. She pressed down with all her might and a feeling of intense light-headedness struck her. She was especially glad that her husband wasn’t here to see her like this, especially not while she was growing a thick dark brown dragon’s tail out of her arse, and like a dragon’s thorny, scaly tail, it was just as hard, sharp and big. She then made a tremendous push, and with it, out came an entire foot’s length of hard, compacted shit, bundled up into a painfully compressed bundle, delivering the pain of a thousand punches in the gut with every inch it slithered out of her gut, like a giant, mutant turd slug. Only another push was all it took to get the remainder of her colon-blocking log out of her. But suddenly, she could push no more. She looked in the toilet. Her thick, solid shit was hitting the very back of the basin, there was no where else for it to go and it was too rigid to bend, so she did the only thing she could do. She gently lifted her bottom and came forward, but it still wasn’t enough. Finally, she stood, and the tail of her shit fell out and landed outside the rim of the toilet and onto the seat itself. “O-oh god…” Jennifer spoke. And this wasn’t even all of her shit, as soon as she stood up she felt another huge poo sliding down descending colon. This was going to be another big fat log. This time, with the seat ruined by her shit, she stood up and let out a huge chocolatey brown snake out the ass. It fell into the toilet with a heavy plonk in record time and plugged up the already unflushable toilet even more. The toilet was already clogged and dead, but Jennifer’s guts were still overloaded with poo, now it was just fun and games to see just how badly she could destroy this toilet, and it was her revenge for the ultimate humiliation. Yet another caramel snake fell out from her gut and began coiling up. Hunched over in a semi-squat/stand position, her sloppy snaking caramel made contact with the little water left and her two huge turds while it was still inside her ass. And she pushed quickly, unraveling the long rope of shit into the toilet until it floomped into the bowl completely. One last wave of poo rushed out, spraying wet chunks and bursts of wet shit with a bombardment of gassy shit-wind. Jennifer felt the need to sit back down but now her main dark brown log, which was the length of half her large intestine, was intimately close to her vagina. But she had to sit, otherwise her shit would be on the toilet rather than in it. But it wasn’t as if the toilet could get any worse. Finally, the coffee she had this morning must have been coming out, as a huge bomb of liquid shit splashed into the bowl, splattering chunks of her shit all over the bowl. Once she stood up to wipe herself clean, she gazed into the murder scene of a toilet. There was no way this toilet was ever going to flush again. But there is one thing Jennifer forgot. She forgot to pee. But she noticed something. Her stomach was still bulging even though she got all of the feces out of her bowels. She decided to finally do the pregnancy test while she peed. She peed on the detector while her stream awkwardly angled into the toilet, and she looked down at it. Two red lines. It looked like she was going to introduce another bundle of love into the world after all. THE END
  3. Resident Evil: The Raccoon City Police Newbie’s Puddle Note: all these characters are based off the ones from Resident Evil. The story below is using them but is made up and not based off any Resident Evil game. The story is mine take on a horror omo story. Leon Scott Kennedy was 21 and wearing his dark blue police uniform with black briefs. He had long dirty blond hair that laid in his left eye and bright blue eyes, like diamonds. Leon’s first day at work couldn't be any worse. First his girlfriend broke up with him, then he got foolishly drunk and was late to work, and now a zombie outbreak in the city happened that wiped out most of the city. Which is now why Leon sat at a desk in the lobby of the the Racoon Police Department sketching on a notepad at 3am. Leon was up on watch making sure no zombies attacked Chris, Claire, and Jill while they slept. The only two good things about being trapped in the Police Department was there were plenty of pens and notepads for sketching and the back up generator powering the station. So with a dim desk lamp and a pen and notepad, Leon sat in the lobby sketching. This would be fine with Leon if he didn't have to pee. He couldn't sneak away to the stations bathrooms, as if there was an attack his friends would be left helpless and he didn't want to risk peeing on the floor as someone could wake up and see him exposed. Not to mention it would be incredibly rude and disrespectful. So Leon sat at the desk and held it. Leon tried to focus on his drawing and it worked at first but what seemed like an hour was only three minutes. Leon sighed and crossed his legs knee over knee, right over left sitting at the desk. It would be another hour and a half before Claire would wake up to take over for him and he could go to the bathroom. For now Leon had no choice but to sit there with his legs crossed knee over knee and hold it. Leon continued with his sketch but not as detailed, as his mind was now focused on holding his pee. Leon's need wasn't super bad yet but it was enough where if it was any other situation he would already have used the bathroom and it was bothering him. Leon uncrossed his legs and recrossed them the other way. This lasted for 30 minutes until Leon couldnt sit still. Leon had to pee like a race horse. He clicked the pen closed and closed his notepad in annoyance and stood up holding himself. At least if he stood up he could move around and hold himself Leon thought. But as Leon stood up he heard a loud growl from behind him. Leon quickly turned around to see a zombie coming at him but what was even worse, the zombie’s growl startled him so much he leaked. In horror Leon grabbed himself to stop the leak. Leon cussed under his breath and stopped the leak but he could tell his black briefs were now wet. Another growl brought his attention back to the zombie. Even though it was slow it was making good ground. Leon took out his knife and made his way to the zombie. When he got to it Leon shoved it to the ground and stabbed it in the head a few times. Once it was dead Leob stood back up and remembered just how bad he needed to pee. Leon couldn't believe the zombie scared him enough he peed his pants some. Leon looked down at his dark blue police uniform pants. Not even a penny size wet spot was between his legs but Leon sighed in relief as he knew he could easily have that small of a spot. Leon went back to holding himself and paced around the stations lobby, where his friends slept on the opposite side. Leon was now doing a full on potty dance, he needed to pee so bad. He glanced up at a statue that was watching over them, thank god you are a statue and can’t see me Leon thought. Unaware to him, leaks spurted out of him every few minutes soaking his black briefs and blue police uniform pants. Leon was now crossing his legs standing when he stopped pacing to turn around. Leon was now using all his strength and construction to hold his pee. Another 30 minutes passed and Leon was in bad shape. He was twisted up like a pretzel trying to hold on. But he was slowly losing the battle. When another zombie growled. But this time Leon got scared enough to jump and lose it all. Leon was to shocked to do anything as pee flooded out of him effortlessly with a loud hiss, soaking his black briefs even more and his dark blue police uniform pants turning them almost black. He felt his face go bright red as pee run down his legs filling his black shoes as well as soaking his black socks and black shoes. Pee pooled at his feet on the tile lobby floor of the Raccoon Police Department. Leaving behind a giant pee puddle on the tile floor. Leon was to scared and startled he didn't hear a gun go off stunning the zombie so someone could easily stab it in the head. He was still peeing at full force as a hand was laid on his shoulder. Leon jumped in fear as turned around to see Claire. Leon turned bright red in embarrassment and tried to talk but only stuttering came out. Claire smiled warmly “It’s okay Leon, accidents happen to us all” but Leon shook his head “not to me and epically not from being too scared of a zombie!” Claire tried to refuse that and comfort Leon but Leon pushed her away as he finished peeing and stormed off. Claire tried to tell after him that it was to dangerous to go off on his own but Leon was already gone. Leon made his was to the stations bathrooms. Since there was a generator, the hot showers still worked and Leon had to clean himself. He made his way to the bathrooms and ran into two zombies. Leon pulled out his gun and shoot one and stepped the other. But the one he shot didn't go down and tackled Leon to the ground. Leon fought; but the zombie was overpowering him. Leon would have gotten killed if it was not for Claire waking up Jill to follow him and shooting the zombie in the head twice. Once the Zombie was dead she walked over and helped Leon up. Leon glared at her as she helped more his dirty hair out of his blue eyes “I had it under control, I didn't need your help. Why don't you to back to the others”. Leon pushed her aside and stormed off again. Claire knew Leon was just acting out since he was embarrassed but she couldn't help but feel hurt. So she left and slowly made her way to the others. Leon finally made it do the bathroom. He took his shoes and socks off. His shoes seemed to have a ocean of pee in them. Leon poured the pee out of them and into the sink. He then took his uniform off but left on his back briefs and started at his almost naked body in the mirror. His eyes concentrated on the wet fabric. He could see his black briefs shine with piss in the reflection. Leon couldn't believe he got so scared he couldn't hold it and peed his pants. Leon took a seat on the bathroom bench in only his pee soaked black briefs and crossed his almost naked legs right over left, hiding his black pee soaked briefs. He couldn’t believe what had happened and to make matters worse he yelled at Claire. Chris would for sure kill him for yelling at his little sister. And Claire definitely didn’t deserve it, she was only trying to comfort him. Leon put his head on his hands and loudly sighed. After a minute he uncrossed his legs and walked over to the showers. Leon took his briefs off and put them and the rest of his uniform in the stations washing machine, pouring in soap and turning it on. Leon then got into the shower. He turned on the hot water and cleaned himself, making extra sure to clean his crotch and legs. After he was clean he stood in the water with his eyes close as the hot water hit his face and ran down his naked body. Leon almost fell asleep in there but a zombie growled and pound against the bathroom door alerting him. Leon got out and dried off; ignoring the zombie for now as it was stuck outside by the heavy door. Luckily his locker at the police station had an extra uniform and change off cloths. Leon dried off and put on a clean pair of black briefs. He wrapped himself in a dry towel and grabbed the clean uniform and went back to the others. No point in putting on the uniform just to take it off a sleep in only his briefs. Leon found a flash grande in his locker and grabbed it. He cracked the door a little to see the zombie was now slowly pacing the hallway. Leon carefully removed the flash grande pin and rolled it outside under the zombie. Leon quickly shut the door and heard it go off stunning the zombie. Leon quickly ran out of the bathroom and back towards the lobby. He made it back to the others. Jill was back asleep besides Chris. Only Claire was awake. Leon entered the Lobby and made his way over to Claire. “Hey Claire, about earlier I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have treated you like that, I was being an ass so I’m sorry” Leon said as he rubbed the back of his head. Claire smiled “it’s okay Leon” Leon smiled back and his eyes looked at where his accident occurred. His giant pee puddle was still there and shining against the Police Station’s tile floor. Claire followed his eyes and saw the puddle his eyes were now looking at. “You go get some sleep and I’ll clean that up and don’t worry, I told Jill and Chris we had an water spill so they don’t know about the accident”. Leon shook his head “Thank you for not telling them but I couldn’t ask you to do that”. Claire smiled and put her hand on Leon’s shoulder “you are not asking, I’m insisting”. Leon smiled and nodded. Turning around he yawned and went to get into his sleeping bag. Leon crawled into it and drifted off smiling but not believing he got so scared by a zombie he peed his pants. I hope you all like the story!! Any feedback will be very much appreciated!!
  4. Derek woke to the smell of eggs and bacon cooking. It was his favorite breakfast and his roommates, Kevin and Chris, were cooking it for his 20th birthday. Derek got out of bed and headed to the kitchen to eat his breakfast. On the way he passed the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. He had short blond messy hair and was skinny. Girls may have thought he was attractive but he wished he was bigger. Looking at the toilet he realized he had to pee. He thought to himself “I can hold it while I eat” and walked on out to the kitchen. Once he got there breakfast just finished cooking and Kevin was putting it on a plate. Once Chris and Kevin saw him they broke out singing Happy Birthday. Derek expected this but he always hated it, He would much rather Chris and Kevin attack him or something. But he let them know that so so why wouldn’t they do that instead. After they finished they sat down to eat. Derek sat on the couch with his feet up. Derek enjoyed his meal with his favorite breakfast drink, OJ. The OJ was good but did not help his bladder. Once they finished eating Kevin went to get ready for his part time job and Chris went for a walk. Derek just sat there watching tv for awhile, he knew he should go to the bathroom but he didn’t. After a whole his need had increased rapidly and he decided he couldn’t wait. He got up and headed to the bathroom but of course the door was closed. Nick was taking a shower. Standing at the door Derek noticed his need was much worse then he thought, he barley could hold it. Derek pounded on the door yelling “KEVEN” But of course no answer. He leaned against the door crossing his legs and holding himself. Right then Chris came in and headed straight to his room. He came out 5mins later in only his green boxers. Derek have had a crush on Chris forever. He had short brown hair, wore glasses, and had an amazing tan. Just Derek’s type and seeing him in only his green boxers was a dream come true. He went and stood behind Derek grabbing himself as well. Derek looks at him and says “you have to pee really bad too”? Chris nodded bouncing from one foot to another. Derek was doing the same. After what seemed like hours Keven turned the water off. Hearing this Derek once again pounded on the door and yelled “open the door Chris and I are about to piss ourselves”! Keven opened the door to see both his roommates with there legs crossed and holding them self’s. As soon as the door opened Chris tried to push pass Derek but Derek pushed him back and said “wait your turn”! Chris replied “I can’t, I’m about to piss my pants”! “So am I!” Derek said as he walked into the bathroom. Chris tried to follow him but Derek pushed him out saying “wait your turn” and closing the door and locking it. Derek could feel hot piss leaking into his pants but since his shorts were black you couldn’t see any wetness. He got to the toilet and pulled down his pants and undies and legged the lid. As he released Chris heard and couldn’t take it anymore. His own bladder released. It started and a stream but quickly turned into a jet of hot piss soaking his green boxers and running down his legs foaming a huge pee puddle around his feet. Chris couldn’t believe what was happing but it felt so good he didn’t care. After he finished what happing dawned on him and he turned bright red in embarrassment. Right then the bathroom door opened reveling Derek. As Derek stood there staring, Chris started to cry. Looking at Chris Derek couldn’t help but to think he looked cute. Keven came out of his room to see what all the noise was. When he saw Chris he stopped in his tracks. Derek wrapped his arms around Chris who was still crying.
  5. A post in this thread made me think of a new fantasy. While inside the main room at the ski lodge... I would be wearing two diapers, with two pairs of lined rain/snow pants under a pair of insulated puffy ski bibs; to the point where it's obvious what I'm wearing underneath. I've just checked into my room, only to find the toilets are shared. I needed to pee after drinking plenty of water on the two-hour drive up. Unfortunately, there's a super long line filled with a group from one of the buses that just unloaded. So I decide to wait for the line to clear, and walk over (crinkling and swishing away) to a chair and sit down. Then someone, who I didn't know noticed me, comes over and sits next to me across the table. We start to chat and drink a lot of coffee and water for an hour or so. At this point I'm slowly squirming around, but my new friend keeps ordering more coffee for us, while the staff keeps refilling my water with every round. All of a sudden I feel a slight spurt go in my pants; so I quickly cross my legs, making a noticeable crinkling noise. I say "I've got to head to the bathroom, had a few too many coffees." But before I can get up, they whisper they know I'm wearing diapers and that unless I sit back down, they'll loudly ask, "Are you wearing diapers?" They tell me that I'm to follow them outside, walk to the top of the hill, and wet my pants before inner-tubing back down. As we head outside, I see there's only one inner tube left. My friend says they'll sit on my lap on the way down, just in case I try to fake wetting myself before getting back to the lodge. As we make our way up, I'm bursting beyond belief. They say I have to hold it to until the top, and they've added the condition that I wet while waiting in line to go down the hill. They'll walk behind me to ensure there's no 'trail' left in the snow. Once we reach the top, we get in line and they say I can finally let go. I begin wetting, but it lets out a loud hissing noise, so I push the inner-tube against my bibs to try to stop it. This quiets the noise, but at this point I start flooding my diaper. I feel it slowly absorbing the warmth all around, but then the line starts to move. I walk with my legs spread apart, trying to keep it going, but it's bunched up and uncomfortable. As we wait for the next group to go, I slowly pull at my thick pants, only to feel the diaper slip. Piss rushes down my right thigh, soaking into the cotton-lined nylon snow pants. The warmth causes me to let loose, fully emptying my bladder. I lean to ensure I properly wet both sides, putting my hands on my knees feeling the pee running down my legs, and starting to spread up the front of my bibs. Amazingly nothing leaks through, and the pee that didn't soak my diapers and pants pools in my boots. My friend, smiling, whispers to me, "lucky nobody was behind us just now. You're pants are sagging a little. You done?" I nodded as we made our way to the front of the line in a couple minutes. I sit down in the inner tube, and my friend sits in my lap. I was nervous about them asking why we only having one inner tube, but then I felt the warm, wet feeling all over my thighs, butt, and stomach as we sat there. The guide from the lodge then grabs our inner tube and shoves us down the hill. When we reach the lodge I’m starting to get a little cold. I say I really have to change out of my clothes, take a shower, and do some laundry. They say I need to do one more thing, inviting me up to their room. It’s on the top floor, and I see they have a shower and toilet in their room. They explain they book the room for the winter and go up every weekend, knowing people wet on the slopes. They say they did the same and noticed there’s always adult diapers in the bathroom trash, and people doing laundry, so they look for single people with bulky pants. They tell me to get in the bathtub and take off my jacket, boots, and socks; they’ve been holding the entire time and really need to go. So I lay down in the tub, unzip my bibs, and pull back my pants. The pee starts running down the front of my chest, warmly pooling around my mid-section. They stop, and tell me to zip the bibs back up. They then start pissing all over my bibs back and forth for a full minute; when they finish I stand back up, feeling the piss rush down the inside of my pants and down the drain. Now I can shower; so I take off the diapers before putting the pants and bib back on. Once the water is warm, they take the removable shower head and shove it down my bibs. As the water begins filling up my pants I see yellow liquid running out the bottom of the pants, before turning clear. I then take off the clothes and finish showering, wrap my clothes up in another towel and head downstairs to do laundry. Luckily nobody seems to notice as I start the washing machine. We go sit down next to the fire in the main lobby, and my friend tells me I’m more than welcome to do this any time, before ordering another round of coffee… Sorry for the long read, hope you enjoyed!
  6. This is a catgirl. I made her up and drew these cute pics of her (pose, squirming, and wet). How'd I do? BTW I'm taking name requests for her!
  7. I had to use the bathroom really bad after lunch. Unfortunately, 2 others got in line for the bathroom before me, and the second kid was in there for an eternity. I kept thinking any second he would be done. At that point in life, I thought there was no way a 6 year old actually pees their pants, that there was nothing to worry about. I dont remember much, but I just kept waiting for him to leave. I needed to go worse and worse, and could no longer st tand still. I kept bouncing up and down, thinking the bathroom would open up any second, but it never happened in time. I dont remember the exact details, but all I remember was not being able to hold it for a few seconds, enough for me to start peeing my pants. I just stood their upset and in shock about this, as I kept peeing. I remember standing there helpless, hearing pee run down to the floor and feeling my jeans and underwear become wetter by the second. Eventually, i was able to stop, but not after my jeans were soaking wet. Then, to my anger 2 minutes later, the kid walks out of the bathroom, and I was able to finish, but it didn't help. I had to walk around In wet clothes the rest of the day. Then later, while on the computers, i had to pee again, and before i could think, i was having an accident a 2nd time, though less than the first. The wetness and weakened bladder must have made me give in quickly, as I peed for around 10 seconds, rewetting the areas that had began to dry. Unlike the first time, I had to walk by more people to get back to the bathroom. I couldn't wait for that day to end.
  8. Chapter 1 Daria was dying. Her bladder pressed hard against the tight waist of her khakis that cut off at the ankles to show off her sexy feet in designer flip flops. Her tight top stretched tight over her boobs as her tits erected out like arrowheads from the pressure she dealt with. The physical agony was bad enough. Those five water bottles she sucked down throughout the party had really gone to her. She was sitting and talking to some other twenty something years olds like herself from around town in her college campus while crossing and shaking her legs aggressively. “Oh holy crap,” she whispered to herself. So low, as it was from an intense and slight pulse that made her feel like her belly would pop out any second. Her toes curled as her feet shook and sweat fell down her head. “Why did I drink so much and hold it for so long?” She wondered. Daria got up from her chair and prayed there wouldn’t be a line at the bathroom. Apparently there was only one in the house but alas, she stopped in the hallway and threw her arms up in frustration then rubbing her hands down her face as her legs squeezed over each other tight. She stated at three other girls as beautiful as she was squirming gently outside the bathroom door painfully holding back their bladders as well. The one at the front, Erin, was in a red sweater and black tights with slippers. She held her hand gently against her crotch as she bounced with an annoyed expression across her face. Behind her was Alex. A thin and tan hottie with long legs in short short jeans and a red shirt with buttons. Her arms wrapped around her chest and bit her lips as her foot tapped. Behind her and in front of Daria was Joanna. A tall gal with tight blue jeans and wearing a purple top. She stood with her legs crossed and hands in her pockets. Anxious and in agony . Daria walked up asked, “Um, I’m sorry to trouble you. But....could I possibly cut in front?” The girls all turned their heads shocked as they were bouncing around themselves. “Hells no.” They each replied. Daria felt like collapsing to her knees and crying however, she had to pursue on. She squirmed at the end of the line, legs rubbing against each other and feet pacing back and forth as she worried and held in a watery load anxiously. Meanwhile not far behind was Billy. A horny omorashi obsessed guy who from behind the corner of the wall started to cum himself in aw from watching those four beauties squirm . To be continued
  9. AUTHOR'S NOTES: This story contains ENF (Embarrassed nude female) It's not the main focus of the story but it is sprinkled in at some point. I understand it's not everyone else's kink so I'll try to keep it to a minimum. It's been a hot minute since I played Undertale. So if everything isn't perfect... sorry. Also I'm to lazy to play the game again soooooooo yeah. This is just a short story that I thought I'd write. Just for funzies Other than that, thanks for reading! A reply in the comments about anything would be greatly appreciated. Now let's go join the spider boss! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Muffet sat back in her relaxing bath. The day was only half over, but she had done SO much work! From selling doughnuts to running around everywhere, the poor lady needs a break! Her bathtub was pretty much a crater shaped hole in the stone, deep in the spider cave, for privacy obviously... . The whole day she had also been drinking cup after cup of her homemade tea. It hadn't occurred to her yet, but pretty soon she's about to know.... and feel how much tea she truly drank that mourning. Muffet's bladder was sort of full, but she didn't want to move, she was so relaxed! Plus the toilet is right there, she can go whenever she wants! Right?! Half asleep, a familiar noise sneaked up on her. "Huh? Is someone there?" She opened her eyes and looked to her left. The guest was just one of her little spiders. "Oh, hello there little one! I would love to chat right now, but I'm a bit busy at the moment. Also, of all times to bother me... when I'm naked? Really?!" She said a little annoyed. "This better be important!" The spider made a few movements, this is how they can communicate with her. Muffet saw what the spider was saying, and briefly facepalmed. "Ohhhhhh! Right! The human is coming today! I almost forgot, thank you for reminding me!" The spider tried to make a few more movements but was shortly interrupted by Muffet's chatter "This is going to be good, that human is going to learn what spider crushers get for hurting our kind. This is going to be fun!" The spider looked concerned, but on she went still talking. "I can't wait to get rid of that pesky human, my pet is going to eat well today! First I need to get ready... I just need to use the little girls room, then I'll get out in min-" The spider cut her off, and made more distressed movements... Muffet's smile left her face as she let it finish what it was saying. Worried, Muffet responded, "What do you mean it's getting late... what time is it?!" It made some more movements. "1 PM! (GASP) I'M GOING TO BE LATE!" She shot up and stood upright in the tub. "I need to get ready right now! It'll be here shorty!" She looked down to the spider "Leave me alone I'm naked here!" And with that, it ran off scared for it's life. Quickly, she stepped out of the tub and ran around a little, "I guess I'm just gonna have to HOLD it in then, now where the heck are my clothes!" After a bit of running around she found a few spiders on the ground "Quick, all of you! My clothes! Where are they! And stop starring!" One spider awkwardly pointed behind her. Muffet turned her head to see her clothes in a pile "Thanks!" she said before darting towards them. Once there she found her top and bottom. "Good... but what about my underwear?!" She looked around more "Hello? Has no one seen my bra? Or panties?!" After a quick scan of the area, no one was even listening... . "Ugh! Fine! I'll just put them on anyway!" And that she did. "I can't believe this... this isn't even ladylike! Plus it's uncomfortable... but I'm not going to waste time with it, the human will be here soon!" As she speed walked to the main path of the tunnel, the weight of her bladder was starting to get painful. "Blast my tiny bladder! I wish I had just peed earlier! I need to make this quick... I wonder how I could even do that..." Muffet's thoughts had distracted her enough to not realize where she's walking. She ended up tripping over crack in the ground! "AH!" She yelped as she fell forward into clump of webs right in front of the path, and she appeared to be stuck! "What is the meaning of this!" Muffet said as she stood back up on her 2 out of 8 legs. "What- Who did this! HEY! can anyone hear me!" Just then, another spider rushed to her to see what the issue was. "You! Why is this web here?!". The scared spider tried to tell her that was a trap made for the human. "The human! Ohh of course.... darn-it! The human was supposed to fall here, not me!" Muffet struggled more but couldn't get out. "It's to sticky! I can't even get out.... fine then! I'll worry about this later! In the meantime, get out of here and wait for the human to show!" her spider agreed and left. Muffet crossed her top arms and pouted "And I still need to tinkle!" her lower arms grabbed on to her crotch "If I wet myself here I swear to Asgore... " Minuets went by, Muffet was full to bursting at this point! "Hurry up hurry up hurry up! I need this human to show up right now! But finally, her wait was over. There came the small child entering the cave. "(gasp) I need to act natural!" She tried to straighten herself up, but her arms still grasped her crotch. The child walked up the trapped spider to examine her, Muffed greeted the human by saying "Welcome little one, I heard you like crush spiders... is that right?". It looked back at her in confusion. "Frisk... that's your name isn't it? You're going to pay for what you did!". Frisk could tell something was off with her... "Ready to fight... pathetic human?!" Frisk drew her knife and prepared for an attack. Muffet is now realizing something.... she can't move... "Umm human... be a dear... and use that blade of yours to cut me loose." Frisk looked at her in utter confusion. "I-it's so we can have a fair fight! Things aren't going to plan today..." Frisk took a deep breath and put her hands on her hips. "Hey what's that s-supposed-" another huge wave of desperation hit her. "Okay okay! I know it sounds weird but I REALLY need to get out of here!" Again, frisk gave the (why should I care?) look. Muffet's body leaned forward again. "F-forget about the fight! I need-" I spurt of pee shot into her bottoms. This actually made Muffet start to panic and blush... "Cut me out now! Please!" Frisk put away her knife and crossed her arms. "You don't understand! I need-" More pee came out of her "Ahhahaahhh! P-please!" Her mind was racing [hold it in, hold it in, hold it in, hold it in, hold it in, HOLD IT IN! Ahh I can feel it dripping down my thigh! No please stop! STOP PEEING!] But she lost control... "CUT THE W- Ahaaahaaahahhhh!" Pee gushed out of her, a dark spot appeared on her bottoms, it ran down her legs, and onto the ground in the form of a growing puddle. Frisk had absolutely no idea how to react, so she just awkwardly started to walk away. "No! please....." but Frisk kept on walking... Eventually, Muffet was alone. She looked down at the huge mess she's still making. Her hands came off slowly "S-so much pee... oh my this is so embarrassing..." After a minute of that, it stopped. "Ohh no... (sigh), I guess I better clean up here. I need to get out of this web first..." She looked down and realized something about how the web was stuck on her. "The only way out is too... no... never! I'm not doing that!" The web appeared to be only be stuck to her clothes... We see Muffet minutes later... walking though the cave... naked. Her top arms are covering her breasts, her mid arms are covering her butt, and her lower most arms are covering her crotch. It was her walk of shame. She started giving mean looks to the spiders staring at her. But eventually started walking with her head down in shame. Not only was she naked, but she was also covered in pee. Every spider saw their once tough and intimidating boss, walk out of a fight not only naked... but also wet in her own "accident". She had never been this red faced before in her whole life. She was numbed with her own humiliation... The End ----------------------------------------------------------------- Thank you for reading! Any feedback at all would be greatly appreciated! Don't be afraid to say anything, or request something! But anyways... it's been groovy! -Focused Codis
  10. View File Teen Pillow Hump & WettTeen Pillow Hump & Wetting Embarrassmenting Embarrassment My first time pillow humping! I crawl into frame to sit on my bed in a see through white t shirt and panties. I of course get super turned on and pull out my big natural tits. I hump my pillow in a few positions / angles and have lots of fun till I feel myself having to pee. The sensation overwhelms and I can't hold it any longer. I pee my panties, pillow and bed. So embarrassed I show my wet panties, pillow and bed spread before ending the video. evelynsharp , wetting , bed wetting , teen , all natural , hump , homemade , amateur , embarrass , desperation , white t shirt , curvy , pawg , brunette , long hair , eye glasses , big tits , big ass Submitter melikai Submitted 08/29/2021 Category Female  
  11. “Already? Now that’s embarrassing for you Rory, hardly even held it, what...two hours maximum?” Rory’s legs were shaking, knees pushing together, trembling as she tried with all her might to push them apart and stand normally. This was all caused by that blonde girl, amusement clear in her voice when she spoke. The brunette’s body was begging for a way to hold it that didn’t involve holding herself like an embarrassing fucking toddler! She knew how to use the toilet! She just...wasn’t allowed to right now, said door locked. Both keys around the necks of her tormentors. “You! Bitch...Bitches! If I- Didn’t ne-need to, I wouldn’t be in front of the bathroom!” Rory’s eyes were locked on the key not even caring that she stuttered. Blue eyes wide, wet with emotion, could barely focus on that smirk each girl wore. Rory hated the way these two girls were looking at her, as if drinking in her desperation, entertaining the idea of this girl losing what little control over her body that she had left. “How badly do you need it? Prepared to beg? How...pitiful, needing to go so bad you can’t even speak, why doesn’t the little girl go use the potty~?” The snide giggle came from Madeline, whose back was against the bathroom door. Making sure in desperation the brunette couldn’t try to break the door down. Honestly though, this girl couldn’t even stand up straight, Rory whimpering, as her hands forced themselves between her thighs, her shorts tight against her skin. It felt like the fire in her chest was more and more intense the lower in her torso. Every movement made her body want to release a drop, anything just to get a smidgen of relief from this damn affliction. Rory could feel the two girl’s eyes on her, their gaze like a burning touch across her thighs, that wouldn’t stop trembling. Her knees could barely stand to hold her weight, shoving themselves together as her upper half bent over her lower. The pressure not really helping the situation, but standing up was so much worse. The desperate, defiling need was clawing its way down her body, tensing the muscles in her stomach, begging her to stop tensing her body, just let go of a small rush of the liquid she needed to get out of her body, her system. It was the ultimate temptation, only cut by the laughter of the two girls who were watching, Paris was holding something, and with a quick glance up, Rory whimpered, unable to form the words she needed. “You know, this video will be lovely to watch if you get too uppity with me again Rory, go on, wet yourself, you’re only delaying the inevitable.” Rory could only muster the strength to shake her head, her legs were shaking so much, her shoes kept slipping on the tile floor. Her legs wanted to lower her to the ground. But, any contact with the cold floor scared her, any more sensations down there, and her body would give out. Paris stepped forward with a click of her shoes, a finger jabbing Rory in the lower stomach, dragging a keen from the brunette, eliciting a sneer from the blonde. “Hgn! Ngh...ha-...Fuck! What...the fuck i-is your problem!” The quick panting breaths that came from Rory in that moment were all she could focus on, barely hearing the jeers from her supposed ‘friends’ embarrassment creeping up her spine like a near disease. Their words blurred together, as she felt the first step in her body’s next plan. A droplet had sneaked out, followed by another, and another, soaking into the pale pink fabric of her panties. The liquid was warm, only making it worse on her lower half, her breaths were getting shorter, and her legs stopped shaking, from just how hard she was tensing her poor abused lower half. Rory’s hand slammed into the wall beside her with such force, Paris let out a gasp, but that wasn’t the only reason why. Madeline snickering behind her hand as she hadn’t noticed yet, fingers playing with the chain around her neck, the two girls nearing the end of their prank, planning on letting the girl off the hook. “Oh my fucking god- Mady she’s pissing herself, holy shit!” Paris’ voice was mixed with amusement and disgust, and Rory felt her eyes finally have too many tears to hold, the liquid leaking down her flushed cheeks. Then the warmth wasn’t just a handful of rebellious drops that wanted to release pressure. Liquid was brushing it’s warmth across the fabric of her shorts, soaking through her thin panties in only a matter of seconds. A noise of relief left her as the burst of liquid only let the floodgates break. Instead of her shorts only being blotched with liquid, instead a stream was splashing down between her legs, the sound unmistakable between the girls. “W-Wait no I-” What little she was able to speak quickly melted into a noise that wasn’t one of desperation, wasn’t one of anything but...pleasure, from the relief of the sudden...emptiness in her bladder? The puddle on the floor spread between her shoes, flowing between the tiles underneath her. Rory knew...she should feel shame, embarrassment, but instead thrills of heat struck her. She wanted more, and instead of trying to stop, she only let it go, shivering, with a muted moan, not knowing when she pushed the back of her hand to her mouth, her other still on the wall beside her. Even just the thought of it now made that odd little zing rush straight to Rory’s thighs, spreading it’s tingling claws up her sensitive thighs, ever closer to the area that called for attention...Recalling the memory of the two girls teasing her to the brink...and then some. “Rory?” Lane had come back, with that bottle of wine she had promised. Rory flushed, noticing her hand on her thigh, leg bouncing, the flashback having been brought up due to her sudden need…though it wasn’t as bad as it had been that day, she wished it was. “Oh I uhm...just thinking about what happened...The other day, the way I was forced to uhm….y-you know.” Even just mentioning it made her flush, her mind bringing up fantasies of how else that memory might have ended. Lane even seemed to be embarrassed for her, glancing away, and pouring two glasses of the drink. Rory’s eyes lingering on her friend’s pink cheeks. “I can’t even imagine feeling that way...Embarrassed right?” Lane seemed to glance at Rory from the side of her eye, as if searching her features for something. Rory met the eyes of her friend, and nodded, though...hesitated. She felt guilty for lying but, how did you admit that it...turned you on? “That and...other things...I...well, is it normal to feel, ways from...an incident like that?” Rory swallowed, nervous at the sudden look of surprise on Lane’s face, but only flushed more when her friend nodded in response to her question. “I-It uhm, makes….me feel that way when I do that on...purpose.” Rory’s noise caught poor Lane off guard, making her down the wine in a couple of gulps, pouring herself more, Rory polishing off hers as well, to gather more courage. “N-No! Don’t take me the wrong way! I...It...It turns me on, to piss myself.” To that Lane flushed, shuffling her knees together, her own need delicately making itself known against her lower stomach. She had been holding it, planning on secretly wetting after Rory was gone. “I-I uhm, feel the same...The squirming, it...it makes me... Do you...well, I mean if it’s both of us, we could...enjoy it in company?” Lane’s suggestion snapped Rory’s eyes up to the other girl’s, her cheeks couldn’t be any pinker if they tried. “We could have a contest, the winner...gets to enjoy themselves a little more?” Rory felt breathless, the idea of Lane’s head, bobbing between her thighs? Or...making this kinky girl moan. Her hand balled into her blue shorts, the Nike logo crinkling with the fabric. “S-Sure! But...I hope you’ll enjoy getting me off in soaked pink shorts Lane.” Rory flushed at her own boldness, loving the way Lane crossed her legs, pushing her hands down the legs of those gym shorts, to grip the hem. It was so clear that Lane had put herself at a disadvantage, it turned Rory on so much, feeling herself grow wet at such a simple discovery. Rory loved that cute look on her face, her body tensing, and untensing, trying to save energy. Already her need was pressing against her lower half, sending her knees together, she knew her body was still recovering from giving out only a couple of days prior. Yet the idea of….pissing herself in front of someone, made her take another drink, the buzz of alcohol filling her limbs, her legs, making that soaking heat gathering between her thighs all the more noticeable. “Ngh! R-Rory, your legs are already shaking, should you really drink more? Are you trying to lose?” Lane’s amused voice didn’t match her body, hunched over, hands between her legs, Rory felt her thighs tense, knowing she had almost...barely escaped from wetting herself, losing so quickly. “Maybe I just wanna hear you moan like t-that again~” Rory’s confidence was all too real, but her legs were betraying the fact that her body was giving out. Knees shaking, ankles far apart, she didn’t dare put her hand against herself. She wouldn’t be able to not touch herself, soaking wet as her pussy was. “Hehe...so much c-confidence for a loser.” Rory grinned, assuming it was more sexy trash talk, until she felt her leg jerk from sudden pleasure, and not a single person had touched her. “O-Oh! Fuck I...Ngh~!” Her body, with its recent shutdown, was sensitive, too sensitive for the mix of booze and pressure, she was doomed to lose from the very start, something Lane looked thrilled about. Her shorts, a soft pale blue, with pink trim stood no chance. The burst of urine that came from Rory soaked the inner thighs of her shorts within seconds. The warmth of the liquid pooling between her legs, leaking down the front of the leather couch, staining the shorts as Rory moaned, her eyes fluttering closed, as her head tilted back against the couch. The feeling it sent up her body made her shiver, peaking her eyes open to watch Lane. The sight almost made her cum right then and there, Lane was shaking, pink-faced, hands between her legs, bent over a bit...All while fixated on the pee that was on her couch, across Rory’s body. “I….it was so sudden...h-how much did we drink?” Rory was fearful for a second that Lane was going to betray her, pulling out a camera to expose her to the would-be bullys of before. However she didn’t, instead, crossing her legs the other way, her breathing giving away the way her full bladder was making her feel. Brown eyes taking in the sight, hands shaking with need. “I won Rory...my...r-reward. I need it...” Rory flushed watching her companion as those legs trembled with the effort it took to hold back her need. Slowly inched apart at the knees, showing a pair of shorts that wasn’t good at hiding her shame at all. A neon pink pair, that right in front of Rory’s eyes had a few sporadic droplets soaking into it, the dark color so very obvious. “Can...you handle your reward?” Rory’s voice was a purr of lust, now that her need was gone, her bladder empty in such a hot way, soaked all the way through her shorts, she was ready to make Lane’s body beg for release, in more ways than one. Leaning over, Rory loved how Lane’s breath hitched. Her hand moving across the couch to hold her knee, pushing her legs apart knowing her body wasn’t ready for such a sudden movement. Her body lasted about two seconds before a small stream just barely managed to wet her crotch, those pink shorts clinging to the girl. Lane’s gasp was so pleasure filled Rory couldn’t help but sneak a glance up at the girl in front of her, legs shaking more now from the simple pleasure of releasing some pressure rather than the strain of holding back her needs. Rory pressed her lips to the inner side of Lane’s thigh, letting her breath fog over the sensitive skin as Lane’s fingers dug into the fabric of the couch. The winner’s own breath hitching at the sensations that hadn’t even begun to pleasure her yet. All Rory responded with was the sound of soft laughter, her tongue moving over the upper part of her inner thigh, drawing a smiley with the tip of her tongue through the pink shorts. Lane groaned softly, under her breath, trying to keep the sound in check. “T-Tease...get to it...I won, didn’t I-I? Ngh!” That cute stutter in her voice was cut off when the air was exposed to her soaked panties, pastel green with a blotch of yellow, no puddle yet. Her bladder bumped through her tank top, showing how much she still had left. “And miss these sounds you’re making?” The teasing in Rory’s voice was unmistakable, as she dropped the shorts to the ground, crumpled and wet, Rory hooked her fingers on the sides of her panties, pulling them down, to relish how wet Lane was. Rory was eager, and so was Lane, who’s legs spread, allowing a little bit of urine to drip onto the couch, the girl’s hands, gripping the couch behind her head, as Rory kept her legs apart. Leaning her head down, Rory slowly dragged her tongue over the lips of her flower. Gentle and slow, loving how the steady breathing from before was anything but with just a simple movement. “Ohfuckme...such a tease.” Her voice was breathless after only one little touch of the tip of her tongue, yet Rory wasn’t one to keep her winner waiting. Her tongue gently explored a hair deeper, loving the way Lane’s thighs squeezed either side of her head. Flicking the tip she barely brushed her bud of pleasure, loving the near-shout Lane made at such a simple pleasure. “Oh god! Oh...please...don’t stop! More!” Every couple of seconds begs fell from the smaller woman’s mouth, urging her to continue, eyes closed, and mouth open, her panting was all Rory needed as encouragement. Only a small movement of her tongue was needed to draw her clit into her mouth, sucking on it only sent poor Lane into heaven, and Rory felt it, her body giving out. “Ngh! Fuck! Rory!” Her calls were only getting louder, as Rory’s fingers dug into the flesh of her friend, feeling her muscles tighten more and more, her head moving between the pale legs of the winner, whose body wasn’t giving her much of a choice. Her body loosened just a hair, urine splashing between the two, soaking into the couch and leaking down the front of the couch, getting on Rory’s shirt as she continued her task, smiling against the needy puss, that was trying to ride her mouth in the cutest way. “O-Oh fuck- I can’t keep i-it...it in! I-'' What passed through her lips next was nothing more than moans, her back arching from the couch as her piss soaked into the carpet, though that wasn’t the only liquid coming out of her, drool shining on the edge of her lips, as her eyes closed. Rory loved how loud her little winner was, pulling back with a smirk, licking her lips. “Congratulations~” “Mmm….I” Madeline glanced at Paris as her friend leaned down beside her, though much slower than she usually did. Cutting herself off, Madeline coughed to cover it up, though tensed as she did...What was wrong with her? It was like her body was slowly heating up, as if it couldn’t focus on anything else other than her bladder. Heating up her lower half, making every brush of clothing, every glance her way so much more...intense, shouldn’t she just go...pee? Nono...not in the middle of gym class. The only weird thing was that she had barely drank any of the water Rory had given her. The water Rory had given to both her, and...Paris...that made her have to pee very suddenly. “W- Fuck...What is it?” Paris whispered under her breath, fingers reaching for her ankles and grabbing them, holding the yoga pose the class was all following. Though it felt like her body was screaming for her to just leave, go to the bathroom. She was fine though, it wasn’t that bad, right? She had half a bottle of water, she shouldn’t need to go this badly! Though...she didn’t want to go take care of it, not yet. “Are...you okay? it’s….I feel weird.” Madeline swallowed hard, squeezing her eyes shut, as she assumed the same position, feeling her stomach bend over her bladder just a bit, the pressure was immense. Her face flushed with the feeling of need that buzzed up her spine, mixing with the warmth that was pressing on her lower half, dragging it’s seductive fingers across places she really didn’t need to have to...satisfy, in the middle of the day. “Same, I...doubt she drugged us.” Paris huffed, more annoyed with her bladder than her friend, who seemed to have a similar problem. The two on the same page about what was...wrong. “Y-Yeah, I barely even have to...anyway.” Madeline murmured, avoiding the sharp eye of their instructor, focusing on her gym sneakers, glancing to Paris one last time. If she was faring badly, then poor Paris was doing much worse, even from the two feet away she was, she could see easily that Paris’ hands weren’t steady, as the rest of the class moved to spread their legs apart. Paris’ were shaking like a leaf, the girl panting though this class was low-exertion. Everyone in the class besides the two were chatting, giggling, and Paris’ face flushed, blonde hair held out of her face in a ponytail. Were they talking about her? No...no, Mady was fine and so was she. That fire in Paris’ stomach was only clawing lower, matching with Madeline as she tried to ignore it, sinking to one knee, she whimpered, a sting of pain shooting up her spine. Her hands balled into fists, a small bit of confusion passing her face as she….felt herself grow wet, but...in more ways than one. Peeing, Paris was peeing herself in the middle of gym class. But that was impossible wasn’t it?! It wasn’t like she had to go that badly! Madeline whimpered quietly, as she couldn’t tear her eyes away from her friend, who was frozen in place, shaking as urine splashed down her thigh, soaking into her mat as people in the classroom fell silent. “M-Mady...” Paris’ voice, next to her, shaking, steeped in desperation that only made Mady acutely aware of how far apart her legs were spread, eyes unable to look away. “Yea- Oh god.” Mady had looked up to her friend, expecting her to need help out of her position, not for Paris to be staring at her legs, only to realize what was happening amongst the whispers of their classmates. Madeline’s legs were slowly darkening with rivulets of yellow leaking down the navy blue shorts. Dripping off the edge of the hem, down her pale legs to the yoga mat underneath her, knees were shaking, barely able to support her, and both girls were too terrified to move. The entire class was silent, except for the occasional giggle, and both girls knew who the culprit was. Paris was staring straight at Mady’s accident, and she knew what was happening. Paris could feel the warmth soaking her shorts, her underwear, the warmth of it making her aching needy pussy only that much more desperate. She was losing control, she loved it, she was so fucking horny, and all she had done was...piss herself, in front of everyone, right...next to Madeline. “What happened?! I’ve never...done that before.” Madeline was biting her nails, legs on the bench beside her as Paris paced, the two girls in their undergarments, while their clothes washed in the gym’s attached laundry room. The rest of the class finishing outside. Madeline couldn’t take her eyes from Paris’ panties, stained a little yellow from her accident, she jerked her eyes away whenever Paris’ eyes fell on her own, embarrassed, but...enjoying the way her friend looked. “Didn’t feel nice, did it now, girls?” Rory’s voice, from behind a row of lockers, stepping into view, she was in her own gym clothes, and Paris had to rip her eyes away from Mady’s wet panties, flushing pink. “What on earth are you-” Paris stopped as Rory came closer, eyes raking over their wet, stained clothes, with a sneer. “Didn’t feel the need to change out of those...garments?” Rory knew it, the shifty looks, the way they were covering themselves, as if worried she could see how horny they were. ”You liked it, didn’t you...pissing yourselves?” Rory as she spoke stepped closer to Paris, a forefinger playing across the wet, see-through slit in her garments. Paris’ yelp turned into a moan, before she could stop herself. Hands covering her mouth as she looked away. Madeline’s legs unintentionally pushed apart, wanting it so badly, her body betrayed her lust, hoping to be touched too. Rory moved to give her what she wanted, a thumb pressing through the wet fabric to play against the tip of her clit. Mady’s reaction was immediate, a stifled groan into her palm, eyes shutting from the surge of pleasure. “It’s too easy...stop messing with me...both of you...and we can help each other out...If you’re that needy, that horny, from peeing yourself...” Rory trailed off, Paris looking on with near jealous eyes at the touches she wasn’t getting, moving closer to straddle the bench, her own hand on her own thigh, as if trying to tempt the brunette. “And if I did like it? What are you going to do?” Paris spoke, while Madeline nearly rutted on Rory’s thumb. Paris felt her nipples harden, poking through her shirt, as Rory glanced down, taking in Paris’ obviously wet underclothes. “I’ll let you get off on me....I’ll pleasure both of you...since it was so easy to get you both to piss yourselves, embarrassed that you liked it?” Mady and Paris felt like they’d burn alive if they didn’t take this girl’s offer, frantic nodding meeting the offer made. Rory took her thumb away, Madeline covering her mouth to keep from moaning, eyes half lidded in pure lust, Paris trying to fight hers back and failing, especially with the diuretics still in her system, the bench she sat on was slowly wetting with what little liquid had reentered her bladder. Rory undressed in front of them, dropping her shirt to the floor, her shorts to the ground, as she pushed Paris’ legs apart, straddling the blonde, their wet panties, stained slightly yellow pressed together, Paris whimpering in need as Rory’s lips locked with hers, their hips rutting together, their clits only getting mild friction from the inside of their soaking wet pussies and their silk panties, their shorts hanging off their legs, soaked with urine from both girls. “R-Rory, what about me? I...I want it too, I’ll piss myself again...anything please?” She was desperate, and Rory couldn’t speak with the moaning she was doing into the lips of the prissy blonde she had tamed. Moving to push Paris down onto the bench, she kept riding her, fingers fumbling to push silk out of the way to scissor the girl, the scent of urine turning all the girls on even more. Paris was moaning, her head tilted back as she saw Madeline take the hint, wet panties pushed down, she moved to kneel on the bench, aching puss only an inch away from Paris’ mouth. “So horny just from a little bit of peeing?” Rory teased, unable to help herself, getting even more turned on from how her own body bounced against Paris’, how Paris’ hands went to Madeline’s hips and dragged her pussy onto her lips, eating Mady out as the girls’ legs gave out, sitting fully on Paris' face. Rory didn’t waste time, leaning forward to grab Madeline’s face, she kissed her, their lips locking and unlocking to breathe, moans muffled into each other, as Rory’s own body responded to the lust. Her urine leaked down Paris’ bare stomach, soaking the under edge of her bra, and leaking to the side, down to the floor, into a small puddle.
  12. Frost webbed over the sweaty skin of his hand, dancing down his wrist and up his arm, to freeze the liquid to him. Culminating in shards of ice, falling from around his head onto the blankets, and pillows in their shared room. The little swords melted into the pillow nearly as soon as they had fallen, though more followed them. “N...No...please…” His voice cracked, from the stress weighing on it, unable to bear the pressure. His fingers worked their way into twisting the sheets, gripping something for dear life, anything, that might keep him safe from the images dancing in his head. The headless monster, XinQiu’s...body. His leg pulled up, thigh nearly pressing to his belly as he whimpered, head pushing back to where his scalp touched the headboard. Hair like that of a snow drift, pressing against oak stained wood. “X-Xing....” Though this sentence, this too-quiet cry for help never reached completion. With that, white eyelashes parted, ice blue eyes staring at the ceiling for hardly more than a heartbeat. His body was up faster than he could comprehend, the frost that covered his body only expanding, his comforter soon frozen in their once comforting waves of fabric. “XingQiu?” Instead of the words that were supposed to come out, it was a bare squeak, more likely a whimper than anything resembling speech. Chongyun’s breathing was erratic, his eyes darting in the darkness of the room to find the prone figure of his friend...Hadn’t he promised they’d sleep in the same room? He needed to find him, needed someone near him- No...no, he needed to be sure his friend from a high family wasn’t hurt...It wasn’t for his own comfort. Yet despite this proclamation deep inside of him, he knew it was a falsity. Chongyun wanted to be sure he wasn’t alone. To be honest Chongyun wasn’t really sure how he got XingQiu to agree to coming out here with him. Maybe he hadn’t? He wasn’t sure of any of the thoughts rattling around his head, except for one...Find him….be near him...be by someone who made him feel...safe. Chongyun’s feet touched the floor, eyes widening at the spider webbing of frost that burst forth from his bare feet. It spread faster than he was used to it doing, even crawling up the door before he even stood up. Shaking, his hand was brought to his mouth, fingers digging into the flesh of his cheek, nails nearly cutting his own flesh. Why was he such a danger to himself and others...He needed something cold, something to cool down the spirit he had, before he wound up hurting someone. Stepping lightly on the wood, frost only continued to layer itself on the floor, quickly melting, only to be brought right back. Getting to the door felt like a mistake, he was making a mistake, what if he’d freeze a guest? What if he freezed XingQiu?! Yet he couldn’t make himself stop, his body only craved comfort, and he wanted it from one source. His palms pressed to the paper of the door in the dim light, not even the windows were open, only a small sliver cracked in the window’s coverings allowed him to see the room even slightly. Right away the paper dusted itself in his frosty breath, making his shoulder tense, his fingers shaking too much for him to bear reaching for the door’s handle. With a push he was outside of the room, in the hallway, candlelight from the end of the hall falling over his body, his eyes flicking to it, as if somehow it was a source of danger. “XingQiu?” Again, his voice wouldn’t work, it was like the nightmare had stolen his ability to speak, like it had stolen his voice. He wanted to call out for him so badly, but instead, he’d have to find him, himself. Hair fell in his face, not in it’s usual array, more messy, like his body was displaying his discomfort… Then he noticed his breath, in the darkness he hadn’t seen it but now? In front of his face, between his near-frozen fingers, in the warm summer-like weather of Liyue...His breath was fogging. That hand on his face only grew tighter, his vision blurring as he realized just in what state he was in. Near full on fight-or-flight, yet here he was shuffling down the hallway like a little kid to their daddy. How stupid was he? XingQiu couldn’t see him like this! The exorcist forced his hands from his face, only to wince in shame at the mix of fogged breath, shaking hands...and finally, the cherry on top of the cake for the poor boy. A tear, then another, then another fell down his face, his shoulders finally releasing from the tension, to shake as he stood there. Blue eyes locked onto the room he hoped XingQiu was in, without the courage to go any further. It felt like near hours he was standing there, when in reality hardly any moments passed. The sound of crip bell-like laughter from that room, that common room patrons were allowed to lounge while they rested. XingQiu’s laugh made his shaking ease for just a moment, his eyes went wider and he took a step forward without even sending the command to his body. “Xin-” His hand slapped over his mouth, what was he doing!? What was he doing!? His friend...he couldn’t see him like this! What if that laugh was turned on...on Chongyun? Over a stupid dream that even a kid wouldn’t be having in this situation. Yet, his body took another step, and another, and he couldn’t help himself. His gait was slow, hesitant, dripping with the fear he couldn’t voice even if he tried. The closer he got to the doorway the harder it was for the reasonable side of his brain to listen to him. Instead he saw the shape of his friend, legs tucked underneath him, flipping the pages to the book they had bought for him on the way here. The fact he didn’t want to wake Chongyun, he was too excited not to read him, brought a small watery smile to the exorcist’s face. A tiny, beading hope of calm pierced his chest. XingQiu was safe, he always had been that way. What Chongyun didn’t expect was those honey-amber eyes flicking from ink on a page right to Chongyun, unseen by his author friend, the door he had peaked open, his palm resting on...Spiderwebbed with frost, small clinks of little ice pieces hitting the hardwood floors. “Chongyun?” That voice of his was clear, yet soft, and it wasn’t answered. Chongyun took a step back, not wanting to enter the room’s candle light. He didn’t want Xingqiu to see him like this. “Chongyun...I know that it is you, what happened?” That comforting voice went from soft pleasant surprise, to worry...The drop in Chongyun’s stomach from worrying him, showing this sign of weakness, made him want to run off into the night, never to be seen again. “N-Na...I...” A mistake, his voice wasn’t ready to say anything, much less cover up his distress with a jovial response. His companion stood, a hand on the table in front of him, brows knit, looking right at his shape in the doorway. Xingqiu couldn’t help but be reminded of...a scared child, a toddler...too afraid to wake their father up. “Have you been….crying, Chongyun?” Just that simple question made him feel as if a spotlight from a Liyue puppet theatre was on him, shining in his eyes...giving him no escape. What little comfort he had managed to glean from just being sure his friend was still there, melted faster than his frost. His clenched fist pressed to his chest, his hand clapped back over his face. Without instruction his feet lead him back, frost spider webbing so far as to even climb into the room XingQiu had been sitting in, glinting, then melting in the candlelight. He couldn’t do this! He couldn’t handle it, the worry in his friend’s face, the spotlight that wasn’t truly there...Chongyun wished he had just had the balls to roll over and go back to sleep, not bother someone who had been enjoying the night… “Chongyun...is that a yes? What happened?” Dark blue hair was tucked behind a pale ear as he came closer, the frost that had melted, the droplets on the floor seemed to flow towards him, getting rid of it, like it had never happened. Chongyun couldn’t take it, another step back, that was answered with fingers reaching out to touch his wrist, so close to his face. Frost covered the other boy’s skin, in only a matter of seconds, Chongyun’s eyes widening as he tried to jerk away. He didn’t want to hurt him! But, that hand only followed, wrapping around Chongyun’s hand, gently taking it from his face, the frost on XingQiu’s arm cracked, and fell to the floor, melting again. “No...no you don’t need to run away...you can’t talk right now, that’s okay. We’ll just take a little sit down, won’t you join me?” Xingqiu didn’t even glance at the frost, though Chongyun sure did. Worried it would give him frostbite, worry clenching his stomach, a knot in his chest that felt ungodly warm compared to the rest of him. The exorcist watched as his friend turned, to gently bring him into the room, and yet, Chongyun didn’t move, didn’t come into the light, instead XingQiu’s arm jerked as their contact broke, Chongyun bringing his hand back to his chest. He felt so ungodly warm in his chest, like he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, everything was too much for him right now. The details overwhelmed him, the sound of the wind outside, the light from the candle, he wanted to curl up into a ball and cry. But he couldn’t do that in front of Xingqiu, and couldn't risk freezing the Inn. “I-I...I...I’m s...sorry.” His voice, so broken, hoarse, barely audible, nearly couldn’t be recognized by the owner it came from. Blue eyes met amber ones, and with one movement XingQiu’s hand came back onto his face, brushing frost away from underneath Chongyun’s eyes, those frozen tears clinking to the floor. “What….on earth are you apologizing for, silly?” The slight amusement in his voice, his gentle hands, brushing up into his blue hair to scritch down the back of his head. The comfort it sent through him was so needed, it nearly brought those tears right back, his eyes staying right on his friends, until he realized...Realized XingQiu was seeing him so...vulnerable. “Don’t….please XingQiu you can’t s-see me...can’t see me like this.” In response to that, Xingqiu’s hand moved down his shoulder, to gently take his hand, squeezing it, as he also took his other. “Leaving you alone Chongyun? I’m surprised you even suggested that, come, sit with me.” XingQiu’s hands gently edged him forward, out of the doorway he was hiding in, into the candlelight. When the icey boy was illuminated, he could tell immediately that XingQiu hadn’t been able to get a good look at him until right now, at that very moment. “Your eyes are red...you’re...god Chongyun you’re shaking!” XingQiu didn’t want to risk the poor exorcist’s chances, standing on those shaking knees of his. Pulling him to the pile of pillows that XingQiu had been using as a chair. “N-No...not...m’not.” Squeezing his eyes shut for just a second, he felt dizzy, eyes dotting, and he couldn’t tell if he was about to faint, or if he simply needed to breathe more than a rapid shallow breath. When his body couldn’t hold out any longer, he took a deep breath, his exhale fogging the glass XingQiu had been using, as he sat down, hands still in XingQiu’s. “Yes...you are, like a leaf or...some kind of kicked puppy. What happened to you? What aren’t you telling me?” It was exactly the kind of question Chongyun had been fearing, closing his eyes and looking away, he simply shook his head, unable to stand the way his own voice betrayed how anxious he was, nervous, all from a stupid dream. “Chongyun...” The motivation behind using his name was clear, and Chongyun answered, turning back towards his friend, hating the way his eyes were so concerned...Chongyun was the one who ruined his night. “Tell me what-” Wind picked up, making the old Inn creak, both boys thinking nothing of it, until that is, when the window covering outside slammed into the building’s outside wall, with a sound Chongyun would swear, was the loudest thing he ever heard in his life, later on at least. The little noise that left Chongyun was quickly cut, a reaction that XingQiu never expected from the boy that controlled his emotions, to near soldier-like levels. “Damn! It’s alright...it’s...alright...” XingQiu’s eyes had been dragged up to look at the wall as the sound spooked them both, but looked down at Chongyun, seeing his hand on his sleeve, squeezing it like it was a lifeline. “Did it scare you that badly, Chongyun?” XingQiu couldn’t help himself, the way Chongyun was acting, the way he clung to him, the jumpiness, his arms moved around the other boy. XingQiu’s neck was a haven for Chongyun, it was warm, smelled of a warm summer's rain, and comforted him beyond almost anything. Almost...anything. Chongyun didn’t speak as he was pressed close, eyes wide over XingQiu’s shoulder, burning holes into the back wall with his stare, as he shoved his knees together, shaking slightly, when the shakes were so close to having stopped just moments ago. That warm knot in his chest he had felt ever since the hallway was screaming it’s presence now, though it was lower, much lower than anything he had wanted. That spook, that scare had tensed every single muscle in his body, forcing that pressure down, too hard, too suddenly Chongyun’s eyes began to dampen, his fingers gently squeezing the cloth on XingQiu’s back, as he felt what he already knew to be true. A small spot of dampness was spreading between his thighs, from his left leg. It was warm, too warm to be anything else, he could see it clearly in his mind's eye, praying to god it wasn’t soaking through more fabric. His underclothes were white, like all his clothes were, yet he could only imagine the yellow spreading over the cloth that cupped him, that made sure there was no chaffing on his legs from hours of walking. Leaking in small rivulets down his leg, yellow against the stark witness of it. He wanted to check, just to make sure XingQiu wouldn’t see his shame, but he didn’t dare too, not when he could out himself. “It’s alright, in a moment, I’ll go latch the window for you, and we can figure out a way to put you back in bed, won’t we now?” XingQiu’s voice made him tense, putting an additional questioning tilt to the end of his sentence that hadn’t meant to be there. “Chongyun? Do you not want me to let go?” The poor exorcist nearly let out a nervous hiccup of laughter, that would have all too quickly turned into a sob of dejection. “You...c-can’t, can’t...” His words refused to do their job, ignoring his commands, and he could feel XingQiu shift against him, worry in every movement of his companions. “Can’t?” A hand, so much warmer than Chongyun’s own flesh, moved up his arm, to coast down his spine, nails scritching his flesh, in a way that made Chongyun nearly...forget about what he was so tense for, until he shifted his own weight in response. Feeling that near frozen liquid against his own body, that shame, what he had done. There was no excuse for it, he was a horrible exorcist, peeing himself even a little at the thought of a malevolent spirit. Pressing his knees, thighs, closer together he shook his head, trying to force his words into the sentence he needed. “Can’t see me...m-me, like, this...p-pitiful.” To his words, the hand stopped at the small of his back, scritching at the base of his spine and chuckling lightly. “It’s not pitiful...to have a nightmare. Nothing else would scare you this much...What was it about?” Chongyun, who had squeezed his eyes shut in shame against his companion’s neck, lurched back, eyes wide, making eye contact with XingQiu for only a split second. “N-No! I...I didn’t!” His voice cracked so badly in fear, that he wanted to never speak again, shuffling back on the floor, keeping his legs clamped, watching XingQiu’s eyes, terrified they’d flick downwards. Seeing some sort of proof that he was barely his age, barely an exorcist. “The headless corpse, walking around drenching blood, and stealing the heads of the people they kill. It’s a story, but...” The book keeper trailed off, tilting his head as Chongyun tensed, lip wobbling, knees shaking together. The Exorcist, was fighting for his life to keep his emotions under control, but his yang spirit ignored those attempts...His body was giving out on him, he could feel the smallest spurt of shame, slowly leak down his briefs, to his backside, and he knew if it touched his clothes even once...it was game over, XingQiu would notice his shame. “It..didn’t...d-didn’t...” Chongyun’s sentence being finished was a pipe dream while he was in this state, barely having enough mental strength to hold back his bladder from giving out on him. Those amber eyes weren’t paying attention to his lips, white eyelashes instead were XingQiu’s focus. Frosted with tears, a face marked with tear streaks. His cheeks were flushed, though hardly noticeable, his body wouldn’t allow him more than that. Eyes flicking down, he noticed the way Chongyun tensed, immediately trying to pull back more, but XingQiu followed, scooting forward on the floor as Chongyun tried to retreat. Chongyun’s knees were shaking, but together, forced that way, as if he was terrified of anything showing. His loincloth clamped tightly between his legs, hands shaking if they weren’t balled into fists, shoved into the floor. “Chongyun...” The poor boy nearly burst into body-wracking sobs, tears sliding down his face, as he waited for it, waiting for what he feared. ‘You’re not strong enough to be an exorcist’, ‘You peed on yourself!? What are you doing, being your age and doing that?!’ He couldn’t help but interrupt. “Pleasedon’t” Chongyun closed his eyes his voice barely audible, not able to face what he know would be a face of disappointment, he couldn’t take it, not today, not ever...not from XingQiu. “If this...exorcism...if the story is too scary for you, please, don’t hide it from me. It gave you nightmares tonight, didn’t it?” Chongyun only heard the shifting of movement, though he refused to look at his companion. Then...the feeling of warm flesh again, instead of being shoved away, he was being...held...again? His eyes flew open, seeing the navy strands of hair in his face, feeling the arm around his hips, terrified of XingQiu pressing closer, parting his legs with his knee. “I-I...n-no...” He couldn’t bring himself to admit it, even if it might get him off the hook and a chance to clean himself up, if his bladder was done soaking his briefs. “Shhh, no need to lie, I know you Chongyun...I know you.” XingQiu squeezed him tighter, the two lapsing into a silence, XingQiu’s hand, rubbing those soft circles up and down his back, holding him, for as long as he needed it. Minutes passed, the distant sounds of rain slowly creeping closer, as finally, Chongyun nodded, opting not to speak as he let his companion take care of him. “What a worried little snowdrift, I’ve got you...” Slowly, the book keeper began to peel away, wanting to help Chongyun back into bed, with him in the room of course. Then the bad luck for the ice powered boy only got even worse. The window blew out the candle on the table that had already burned far too low with Chongyun’s interruption. Then the room lit up, throwing odd shadows across his friend’s face, the room, and his eyes grew in horror. The thunderclap was the worst part, shaking the inn nearly, or maybe it was his heightened fear response. It made him want to shove his hands over his ears, pping a yelp from him. XingQiu’s automatic response pushed him closer, but Chongyun was faster, knowing what his body had just done to him. Two hands met XingQiu’s chest, and without thinking it through, Chongyun shoved him away, that knot of heat was pushing down on his lower half, in a way that nearly hurt...until it didn’t “Sorry! I-I….it...I’msorry...”Chongyun tried to stumble to his feet before he could disgrace himself, a hand on the wall behind him frosting over the entire west side of the room. Dropping the temperature within the area by at least fifteen degrees. Though it wasn’t simply frost, spikes of ice that looked like miniature swords poked out from the wall, clattering to the floor, and beginning to melt. But even just a movement as simple as getting up, doomed him, though even sitting his bladder was too hyperactive that night, to hold it. “L-Look!! Lookaway! Please...lookaway!” The desperation in his voice was evident, slamming his own hand into his chest, that he wasn’t using to support himself. Chongyun turned to leave, but couldn’t move, his body was all locked up, flakes of frozen ice and snow falling from his arms, his face. This was the real nightmare, wasn’t it? XingQiu seeing him being such a fucking wuss? Then that warm knot in his lower stomach, pounding on his bladder, making his knees shake, got it’s way, his body too shaky, too unstable to fight back for too long. He doubled over with a whimper, and a muffled cry, his body desperately trying to find a way to make him feel better. His anxious spirit having too much of a hold on him for any sort of home remedy to work under all this stress. The hand on his chest, shoved itself between his legs, not caring if it was obvious anymore so long as it didn’t actually happen more than it already had. “Chongyun?! Chongyun!? What the hell is going on?!” Doubling over didn’t help, and it didn’t matter that he was wearing his loincloth, his own stupid hand moved it out of the way! XingQiu had relit the candle’s twin, and could see....everything. The shame was engulfing, ice spreading from his feet, slowly, much thicker than any frost from his hands. “Don’t look! D-Don- Nghh!” His knees pressed together, his ass resting on the wall behind him as he trembled, feet apart, he looked like a toddler who couldn’t make it to the damn bathroom. Between his fingertips, beads of liquid were forming, dripping to the icey floor in little plinks, as the warm knot in his abdomen slowly began to get somehow worse. Screaming for him to fully let go as he relieved even just a hair of the pressure. “N-Nopleasepleasestop...please.” His soft toned beg, cracking with his sobs wasn’t enough to get his body to listen to him, it needed relief from the constant bursts of fear, and it would get it, at the cost of his emotions, and pride. The drips between his fingers only got worse, turning into the shyest streams that broke the silence between them with the hiss that they made. He couldn’t force himself to stop, his thighs painfully cutting into the edges of his hand, but it wasn’t enough to stop the pee from gushing from his palm. Slowly starting to soak his inner thighs, in a shameful waterfall, that couldn’t be ignored. Instead of the white the cloth had been just a moment before, yellow soaked down his only set of clothes he had brung on the one day trip. He didn’t want to have to walk around in this! He wished he’d die, right then and there, freeze and never have to face what would happen next, his plea only attesting to that. “X-XingQiu please...don’tlookatme.” He couldn’t even open his eyes to check, if his friend was even still in the room. Desperate sobs broke free from him, the only lifeline keeping him from falling in his own puddle was the wall behind him, now slab of ice behind him, cuffing his arm in his own creation to give the poor boy stability. What little help his hand was between his thighs, was soon undercut. Between his fingers, the stream steadily grew, until it’s hiss was undeniable, even over the sound of the rain outside. His bladder tingled with pain in his lower belly, until finally, the streams stopped, drips of his shame falling from his fingers, and in the silence, he didn’t hear anything. He didn’t want to move, taking a step sounded like a task for a god. “I’msorry, I’m so sorry, pleasedon’thateme.” Moments passed and he still heard nothing, and he found himself quietly sobbing under his breath, tears leaking down his cheeks to find the puddle between his legs. He had just lost his best friend, to his own stupid bodys failings. “Chongyun oh my god...Oh god...” It was his voice, but what he said only made the sobs worse, he was blind to the world, refusing to open his eyes, and soaked, an embarrassment to his family. “Please, I’msorry, I couldn’t...I tried.” Chongyun’s voice was so broken, so butchered by his own cries that he could hardly speak, trying somehow to make the words make up for what he had just done to himself. Hearing the steps in front of him, he backed up into the wall, the ice breaking to allow him to, a shadow falling over him, all Chongyun could do was shake his head, too upset for words, or thinking. His eyes remained shut, only a soft whimper leaving in in place of words. “I’m so sorry...Nono, it was me, I shouldn’t have upset you so, or left someone like you all alone, I didn’t take proper care of my partner, when I know he needs me.” Chongyun only sobbed in response, and XingQiu felt quilt scratching at the inside of his ribs, tearing him apart as he reached out, not caring about the puddle, instead, only cradling the face of his friend. “You must have been so scared from that dream...is that why you came to me?”Chongyun felt horrified, if only he had stayed in his room, if he had just rolled over and gone to sleep, instead of...being this inconvenience that he was! “N-No...wasn’t...” In response, he could almost...feel XingQiu’s smile, and that threw him, so much so that he cracked open his eyes, a defiant sniffle he couldn’t muffle being the only sound between them, as he realized...XingQiu was rubbing his cheeks with his thumb, smiling at him, like he was his whole world. “Shhh, you were...it’s okay, it’s okay love that’s why I’m here now...Spooky things should be left for someone else for right now.” XingQiu’s hands were warm, so much warmer than his skin, that it felt like an ice cube at best. Those hands always seemed to know what they wanted, and soon, Chongyun’s chest was bumped into his friend’s. “N-No! My...clothes...they’re wet...you’ll...you...you’ll get wet.” A soft chuckle, in that gentle tone was all he got in response, the hand that pulled him close traveling to the back of his head, pressing his teary face into the warm cradle of his friend’s neck. “I...I’m...” Chongyun wanted to cry again, to say he’s sorry until it was wiped from XingQiu’s memory, but he couldn’t, so instead, his face found the warm comforting smell of summer rain in his friend’s neck, shuddering as he fought off sobs. Sobs that seemed less and less all consuming the more XingQiu rubbed his back, held him close, stroked his hair. “Let’s get you cleaned up...and I’ll read to you, something much calmer...Instead of a trip to the mountains, why don’t I treat you to something sweet at the teashop?” Chongyun genty nodded into his friend’s flesh, as XingQiu held him as long as he needed.
  13. The light flicked on as the door was slammed shut. A lock clicked and Maxon leaned against the door. My heart was pounding and adrenaline coursed through my veins. After a minute or so Maxon let out a long sigh before taking the two and a half steps to the back wall and sitting on the bench. "Come sit America." He patted the bench beside him. I hesitantly came and sat on the hard board. Maxon wrapped his arm around me and we were silent. I looked around the room we found ourselves in. It was about 5 feet deep and 7 feet long. It was mostly empty, save for a shelf against one wall filled with supplies, the bench we were sitting on, and a sink and toilet next to the shelf. There's no way I'll be using that. There wasn't much else I could do, so I leaned against Maxon and thought about how lucky I was to have been with him when the rebels attacked otherwise I don't think I would have made it to the only bunker I knew about. It felt like it had been forever since we had been locked inside the safe room. There was no way to tell how many hours had passed. It was silent, although there was no way of telling whether that was because of soundproofing or not. Maxon and I had chatted on and off and eaten a small meal. I was glad to be with him, but there was a small problem. I had to pee. Badly. I shifted in my seat. Judging by my inability to sit still I had at most 15 more minutes until I had to relieve myself. I really didn't want to do that in front of Maxon. I gazed longingly at the small toilet next to the sink. "America? America? What's the matter?" "Huh?" "You look pained. What's the matter?" "Um…" I started. I didn't know what to say. I couldn't admit to him that I needed to relieve myself, but then again I couldn't hold my aching bladder for much longer. "Nothing. I'm fine." "You don't look fine. What's the matter?" "I told you. Nothing is the matter. I'm just restless is all. When do you think they will come let us out?" "Hmm, hard to say. Usually everyone gets out within 48 hours but sometimes the guards miss one or two of the more hidden rooms. All the doors open in four days regardless though." I accidentally whimpered. "America, something is wrong and I need you to tell me what it is." "Well, if we're in here much longer you'll find out anyway." I took a deep breath. "I have to pee." "Pee?" "Yeah. Very badly if I'm being honest." "So… go. The toilet won't explode you know." "I can't go with you here! It's embarrassing." "Oh. I hadn't thought about it like that." "Yeah. I didn't even want to tell you. It's embarrassing." "America, you're twisting yourself into a pretzel over there. Just go. I promise I won't look and I'll even plug my ears and sing a song if I have to." I couldn't hold it for much longer and I definitely didn't want to wet myself so I stood up. "Okay. Just look away please. And don't tell anyone okay?" "Who would I tell?" "Promise me please." "I promise." He looked me in the eyes and then faced the opposite wall. I lifted up my skirt and sat down on the toilet. I waited and waited for what felt like an eternity. "Hey Maxon?" "Yes?" I hesitated, making sure I was fully covered. "Could you come turn the tap on? I can't go with you listening." "Of course America," He stood up, making an effort not to look at me and quickly turned on the tap before returning to where he was sitting. I took a deep breath and concentrated on the splashing from the sink, grateful Maxon had turned it on full blast. All of a sudden a more powerful gush of liquid overtook the sound of the faucet. I feel my face getting redder and redder as I sat, sure that Maxon could hear every single drop thundering into the bowl despite the faucet. This was definitely not ladylike. Thankfully my stream slowly died down and then stopped. I was sure I would be sitting on the toilet peeing for ages. Now, where was the toilet paper? I scanned the tiny room and the shelves. Why the hell was the toilet paper all the way up there? I couldn't even reach it if I wasn't squatting on the toilet. "Maxon?" I asked timidly, making sure my legs were pressed together and my dress was covering what it needed to. "Yeah?" "I...I can't reach the toilet paper." He looked over his shoulder at me then quickly panned to the shelves. "That's absurd! Who in their right mind would put it up there?" "Could you get it for me?" "Yeah," He scrambled up again, walked over to the shelves, and easily plucked the roll of toilet paper off the top shelf. He handed it to me, looking away. I thanked him quietly and waited until he sat back down with his back turned to carefully lift my skirt and quickly wipe before standing and flushing. Then I washed my hands and sat at the far end of the bench, away from Maxon. I couldn't bear to sit near him or even look at him. I might as well go home as soon as we're let out because I don't think I'll be able to look that man in the eyes ever again. The minutes ticked by and at some point Maxon came and silently sat next to me. Still I don't look at him. He put his arms around me and pulled me to his chest. "I'm sorry." Maxon breathed into my ear. "Pardon?" "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to look, I swear." "I know." "So you're not upset with me?" "No. It was an accident." "So why won't you look at me?" I sighed. "I'm just really embarrassed." "About what? Peeing?" "Yeah." "I know this probably won't help but I'm going to say it anyway. You don't need to be embarrassed about a natural function. Everyone does it. I've had to rush out of more than a few overly long meetings." He squeezed my shoulders tightly in a hug. "Thanks." I breathed. We descended into silence. It was nice to have Maxon's arm around me and feel his warmth seeping through my clothes. Every so often he would shift and I didn't think too much of it until it started happening more frequently. I turned and looked at him. "Um… Maxon?" Do you have to pee? "Why are you moving so much?" "Uh… No reason America." "Is it the same 'no reason' as I gave earlier?" Maxon just looked at me. "Well?" "Yeah." "So go. If I didn't need to be embarrassed then neither do you." "It's different." "Why?" "Because you have that dress to keep you covered. I have to um…excuse my language... whip it out when I go." "So? You face away from me when you do it. I can't see anything. And even if that wasn't true, you didn't watch me so I won't watch you." "I suppose you're right. I just feel really vulnerable." "I know." I rubbed his hands which were still clasped tightly around my midsection. "Okay… America, please let me up." I shuffled out of the way and he stood up. I slid down the bench so I was not as close to the toilet so as to give him some semblance of privacy. I shut my eyes tightly and waited. The sound of his zipper seemed to echo around the room. Then silence. And more silence. Then it started. I tried not to listen, I really did. It echoed so loudly throughout the room that it was impossible to not hear it. He peed louder than I had which was weirdly relieving. The stream turned into a trickle and then it was just drops until I heard his zipper again. The toilet flushed and I heard him move to the sink and start washing his hands. "You can open your eyes you know," he said, with laughter in his voice. I opened my eyes, sure I was blushing. He met my gaze on the mirror and smiled before turning to the shelves. "I'm getting tired of sitting on the bench. How about I roll out these sleeping mats and we sit somewhere more comfortable?" "That sounds good to me." "Alright then." He took down two rolled mats and then two blankets and finally two pillows. He rolled them out onto the floor opposite the shelves. Then he unfolded the blankets and placed them on top of the mats. Finally, he put the pillows against the wall. "Your bed for the night m'lady." He said gesturing. "I'm hoping we don't actually need to sleep here," I said, sitting down next to him. "I could think of worse things than having to curl up with you in my arms." "Oh, Maxon! You're always so smooth" "Thank you, I try." I laughed. We chatted for a while longer, savoring the time we spent embraced. Finally, Maxon yawned and I followed suit. He stood up. "I think it's time for us to get some sleep." I nodded. He held out his hand and helped me up. "There's a dress here that you could sleep in. I don't imagine you would want to sleep in that, as beautiful as it is," he handed me a folded pile of cloth, "I'm going to...uh… go again, but I won't turn around until you tell me I can," he assured me, his ears and cheeks turning a bit pink. Maxon turned around and I unfolded the dress. It was very plain and very large, but the fabric felt comfortable enough. I laid it on the bench and went to unzip my dress but found I couldn't reach the zipper. Maxon was peeing so I continued struggling. When it had been silent for a bit I turned. "Maxon?" "Yes, America?" "I can't unzip my dress. Will you give me a hand?" "Of course." Maxon washed his hands and then stood behind me. His fingertips were hot against my skin and I felt electricity buzz as the zipper moved down my back. I almost told him to just take everything off but stopped myself. This had been such an enjoyable time that I didn't want to spoil it by making a fool of myself like I had the night I tried to seduce him. "There you go." Maxon patted me on the back and moved away again. I looked behind me to make sure he had his back turned before quickly dropping my dress and pulling on the other one. "Okay." I said, turning around. I was swimming in this dress but that was good because I didn't have a bra on and peeing in front of Maxon was as intimate as I wanted to get with him tonight. I didn't think I could deal with any more embarrassment tonight and I may die if Maxon realized I wasn't wearing a bra. He turned around and smiled. "You look so cute. Sadly there's no toothbrushes or toothpaste so I guess it's just time for bed." "Okay," I nodded and laid down on the mat nearest the bench. Maxon grabbed a flashlight, set it on the bench, turned out the lights, laid down beside me and wrapped his arms around me. "Good night America." "Good night Maxon." -------------- When I woke up, Maxon was still fast asleep with his arms around me. It took me a second to realize what had woken me up. But I figured it out when another cramp hit my stomach. Oh God. Not this, please. It's one thing to pee in front of someone but it's another to poop. I didn't poop in front of anyone. I didn't even poop in public restrooms. I definitely couldn't poop in front of a guy I liked. He'd wake up and smell it and I think I would die of embarrassment. Another cramp hit and I almost whimpered. I had to go, there was no way around it. I just couldn't wake Maxon. I carefully moved his arms off of me, blushing when I realized that my dress had ridden up almost to my hips. It’s a good thing I woke up before Maxon. I carefully crawled out and padded my way to the toilet. "Merica?" Amazon's sleepy voice caught me just as I was about to pull my panties down. I cursed him in my head. "Yeah?" I tried to answer without my voice wavering. Like I didn't have a care in the world. "What are you doing?" He shuffled, as if he was sitting up. Then I heard him grab the flashlight. "Nothing! It's okay. You don't need to see. Just go back to sleep. I'm sorry I woke you." "Oh that's okay. I feel well rested anyway. I think I'll just stay up." "Maxon please go back to sleep." I tried again, but this time I was unable to keep my voice steady. "Okay. Now I know something is the matter. What's going on America?" A sudden, harsh light illuminated the small space. I couldn't see him, but he definitely could see me. A beat of silence. Then another. Then another. "Oh! I'm sorry America! I didn't realize you were in the process of peeing." The light shut off and I was left with those annoying light spots. I was debating whether or not to say that I was done, wash my hands and go back to bed in the hopes that Maxon would fall asleep again but then I was hit with another cramp and, to make matters worse, a large fart rang out too. I was utterly frozen in the silence. "America?" A tentative whisper broke the silence. "Yes?" I managed to choke out. "You don't have to pee do you?" "No." I gasped. My cheeks were wet. I didn't even know when I had started to cry. There was shuffling. "I put the flashlight back and am currently pressing my pillow to my ears. I'm sorry that's the best I can do." I didn't know whether I wanted to shrink into a tiny speck of dust or go hug Maxon. Apparently there was a third option because my bowels were going to move no matter what. I hastily pulled down my panties and sat on the toilet, grateful for the darkness. And just like that I started. I swear to God I've never ever had this much inside me. Thankfully the cascade ended and I carefully wiped before quickly flushing, hoping that there wasn't too much of a lingering stink. I washed my hands and then reluctantly went back to the mats. As I laid down, Maxon took the pillow off of his head. Then he took me by the waist and pulled me into his body. "You know, last night was the best sleep I've gotten in a long time." "I'm glad." I snuggled into his arms and chest. "I'm sorry I woke you up." "America, you know there's nothing to be ashamed about. It's natural. Nothing you could ever do in front of me would make me care about you any less." "Really?" "Really." "Thank you Maxon." Then I started kissing him.
  14. Maybe he hated the way she never told him, or maybe he just hated the feeling in his lower gut. His roommate always had a habit of doing this, inviting people over to hang out downstairs in their crappy downtown apartment she fixed up to look...halfway decent. Though she never let him know, when she knew he was...He was bladder shy, and she thought he was kidding! Waylon’s lower half felt like it was burning, a hand around the doorknob, the other steadying him by splaying against the plymood of the entrance. It felt like his breath was coming in short pants, burning hot and putting pressure on his already too-full bladder with every movement of his lungs. It was burning, threatening to leak out though he knew his bladder would allow no such thing. His knees felt like they’d buckle, shaking and weak as his flop of dirty blonde hair hung in his face, hearing those women talk downstairs, his bladder couldn’t even give him so much as a drop in relief. Then...came the shame, the way his pants grew tighter at the feeling of it, when he knew he shouldn’t like something so...humiliating. He had to pee! That’s all this was! Yet the weakness in his legs and lower half had him slip to the floor, member twitching in his pants at the idea of just letting go, a puddle around his thighs that he’d have to clean up, like a little weakling. He hated it, hated it, but he knew his kinky side fucking loved it, the way he couldn’t go even if he wanted to, knowing if he even tried to force himself only a few little painful dribbles would leak their way down his shaft. “Waylon! You should come down! I know you’re hiding up there, you anti-social nerd!” Following that was a gaggle of laughter that made his spine tingle, the laughter at him, when he was brought so low...whydiditmakehimsohard? “J-Just a minute!” He had to take care of this, if he went down with a boner over needing to pee he’d never hear the end of it. He pushed, needing just a little more of that timed embarrassment, and felt urine soak the front of his boxers, darkening the fabric that was the only thing he wore on his lower half. “F-Fuck..please….alittlemore.” His reedy voice whined, cracking as he cursed, his body not used to the pure need it had all coiled up in his bladder...His knees twitching as he let a little more of his shame drip out of his twitching cock, forehead leaned on the door, he only prayed his roomie and her friends didn’t come up the stairs looking for him. He had no choice, he was way too fucking horny to just piss himself until he came. Trembling fingers pushed down to the hem of his white boxers, soaked yellow...pushing them down his need sprang out, and the friction made him moan, unable to stop it. He heard it...downstairs the woman paused in their talking, and he heard his name, they knew...oh fuck they knew...but that just did it for him more, a dribble of pre mixing with his own shameful piss, dripping down and staining those boxers even more, and he looked at it for a bit...Enjoying the feeling of need, of being horny, wishing so badly someone would call him names, a little piss baby, a fucking nerd, a little wimp...Just thinking those things made him twitch again, and he brought his thumb up, tracing up the side with a shiver...The urge to moan again just to have them make fun of him, to call him gross, a pervert, nasty...a piss pants. “Did you hear that?” “Maybe...is Waylon alright?” He couldn’t help it, another moan melted past his lip, and the girls all went quiet downstairs as he fully let himself go, whimpering with his back arched his urine squirting from his tip to soak the cloth around his thighs, pooling underneath his thighs as his tip twitched. He couldn’t keep his hands off himself, a hand in his hair, gripping it, as he moved to pump his fist, hips jerking into his own hand as he finished pissing himself, the warm puddle, his shame, only serving to make his precum pool on top of his fist, leaking down the side as he heard them come up the stairs...Through a haze of lust he knew they saw his puddle, sitting so close to the door, they had to, hearing the way his body jerked and moved… All those women must think he was a fucking mess, and he loved it, he loved them thinking he was an embarrassment, a little pisser that wasn’t worth their time. “Ohfuck...fucking…ngh!” His urine wasn’t the only thing puddling underneath him once he reached his climax, knowing he didn’t last long, he didn’t give a single shit, his dick was a mess, throbbing as his orgasm made him moan, the girls right outside his door gasping, murmuring amongst themselves as the door clicked open, seeing the man in his own puddle, shirt hem covered in piss and cum, his boxers, once white, now a yellowed mess around his thighs. “What a little pisser~” _____ This was a very self indulgent fic I wrote, it most likely isn't very biologically correct, but it is fiction! Thanks so much for reading!
  15. Duos, ever since Caustic took off, it was all they wanted to play, not wanting to open up their little group to any outsiders yet...Not after the incident, not after everything her surrogate father had done to her, to the entirety of the apex games. “Shooting across the field, in Market!” Her soft French voice came through the mic with a harsh scratching, bringing Crypto out of his thoughts with a crash. The blush that came across his face, had been getting worse ever since she...came to his room, started to speak to him again. That sweet tone of her voice, that he had missed, alone in his room after every game, was something he never expected to hear again without the tone of anger washing over it. “Got it, do they sight you?” Wattson’s negatory sound came through and he sighed in relief, moving from the small building he had been hiding out in, his drone swinging through the air to smack back into his hand, seeing the familiar orange and blue crouched behind a rock to the right of Market. The distant roar of Bloodhound made them both jump, though they were out of range. “Crypto! You didn’t have to join me, I’m alright.” Her tone wasn’t as cherry as it would have been a handful of months ago. The truth had come out, though she still had the right to be pissed with him for lying to her. Apologizing profusely, something he wouldn’t do for anyone else, finally got the French woman back in his life. “Don’t worry about it, I didn’t want someone sneaking up behind you, with those morons firing as loud as they can.” Kneeling in front of her, the firing had stopped, an eerie quietness settling over the field, making Wattson shiver, checking her own ammo reserves, the time to third party would be coming soon, if someone else didn’t beat them to it first. “Thank you...It’s nice to have a tracker back on my side...” Wattson looked up at him, giving him one of those smiles of hers, he’d never admit it, never tell her how happy it made him to get looks without burning hate in them from her...He was lucky he had managed to get her back. “REPLICATOR INCOMING!” The robotic voice of the announcer above them made Crypto frown, not needing a reason for any other teams to converge on them. Checking his map as the Market began to light up with firing again he sighed, his lip being gently nibbled. “Tae Joon?” As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she clapped a hand over her lips, looking away, as if too nervous to go where she had gone as his friend before. “Natalie...” Tae Joon liked the way his name sounded coming from her again, it had been too long since he heard it behind closed doors, and saw her smile when she said it. His hand reached out, brushing fingers on her cheek, he made her face him, giving her a rare half smile. “I missed you saying it, no one’s around, don’t worry about it...” Natalie flushed, letting his fingers linger until he took them away, she unclipped an orange flask, blue strips on it to match her outfits aesthetic, off of her uniform. Unscrewing the top she offered, Tae Joon raising a brow took it, sipping what he found to be water, realizing he was sweating bullets in his thick jacket. The hot sun bearing down on him he paused, realizing he had...drank all of it, glancing to her Natalie only giggled, strapping it back in place. “You’re a dork Tae Joon...I wanted you to have it, be careful...for me, Oui?” Natalie spoke before she moved to stand, moving to start rushing Market, Tae Joon flushing as he ran behind her. He was never lying to her again...Couldn’t risk losing that sunshine smile. Hundreds of bullets spent later and they were standing in the middle of Market, two more squads were left, and at this point? Tae Joon expected them to be solos, or at the very least cowards. Sparing a glance at Natalie who was sitting on a death box, catching her breath, he smiled, she had done incredibly well. Another pang from his lower stomach, making him wince, standing up too straight was getting a little bit...difficult. Regret from drinking that entire flask Natalie lent him was burning his chest, trying to stand up anyway, not wanting his partner to recognize the weakness that was plain across his body. How had he let this happen? They had just taken their break, why didn’t he just empty his damn bladder before they were in the top three, the final fight?! Tae Joon groaned softly, biting his lip to cut off the sound of it. Glancing over, he froze, panicking on his features as he noticed the look his blonde partner was giving him, gun in hand she opened her mouth to speak… He really needed to thank whoever threw that arc start later, but it landed between them, causing an explosion that caught him in the blast just a bit, his shields cracking a hair. He heard the laugh of that fucking old man, a growl deep in his throat as he saw Natalie ahead of him, Bangalore up on the wrap-around balcony the Market held, she didn’t see the enemy. “GET-” Tae Joon doubled over, holding his bladder as a sharp painful pang dug its claws up the inside of his torso, a gasp tore from his throat, pain making him a sitting duck, his partner ahead of him, turning to look at him, providing cover fire at Mirage. It might have been a blessing then, that Bangalore smoked, providing cover for them, though by the way they were shooting, a digital threat scope was on that gun of hers, maybe both...Then again Mirages aim was so shit, it could have been coincidence either way. A jerk from his wrist, causing him to start,eyes wide meeting the blue ones of his partner, the look of confusion on her face, mingling with concern filled him with...shame. He hadn’t meant to cause her worry, he hadn’t meant to be a damn burden on the team! “Crypto!! What has gotten into you?!” Tae Joon couldn’t even respond, couldn’t even open his mouth before there was that tell tale sound. His eyes went wide, feeling an intense heat on his shoulder. Wattson screamed, internally he cursed, he had fucked up, they could have won, but he had to just go and be the dipshit, dragging her down! Natalie wasn’t having it, the charge rifle shot had cut away the flesh in his shoulder, cauterizing the wound, sizzling flesh smell burning her nose, as she squeezed his wrist. Forgoing that, her arm went around his waist, dragging him up the stairs, hearing the shouts of the two they left behind, the hatch door opened, drawing fire they narrowly managed to avoid. “I...Sorry...” Even just talking was hard for him, feeling this petite girl drag him out of there, behind a rock, letting him stumble to his knees, shaking as Wattson put her hands on his back, the hacker trying to breathe through the pain feeling the urge swell… “You don’t need to be sorry, just heal!! Recon, I’ll be back for you, please!! Don’t come out, not until you’re alright Tae Joon!” Her voice was frantic, the concern breaking through the fog of his brain, as he nodded, panting, feeling the pressure of her on his back...He felt a light kiss on the back of his hair, a blush melting his face. “N-Nata-” She was gone, running back inside with a warrior-worthy shout, making him smile as he flopped on his back, stabbing the syringe into the burning wound, he closed his eyes, back arching against the pale dirt. “Ngh! Haa!” The medicine started to work its magic, his skin itching as it began to pull back together, the hacket, moving to squat on the heels of his feet. Panting quietly, he opened the control panel to his drone, sending it after his partner. Hack, the drone, rushed out of the holster on his back, the little propulser making its sound as it rushed into Market, seeing Wattson finishing the Bangalore from earlier, the Mirage was nowhere to be seen. The other team, Fuse, and Lifeline were across the way, though...he was having trouble seeing. He could feel himself shaking, in turn...his drone was shaking. Perfectly visible by all the squads, his drone was shaking like a leaf, dodging every single bullet the Lifeline shot at him. This was the end of the line, the pressure that had been steadily building in his bladder was reaching a breaking point. It was getting hard to even focus on flying the drone, to ping the enemies, Wattson needed him! Crypto whimpered, dropping the controller in the dirt, his drone began to fly in circles, Crypto doubled over, not trusting himself to move, the pressure, the burning in his lower abdomen bringing tears of frustration in his eyes, he couldn’t even take the time to go, this was the final fight! “Crypto?!” No response through the coms, all she could hear was whimpering, heavy breathing, before the microphone cut off...She couldn’t just leave him to die, what if the other team, snuck up on him! Turning on her heel, she was rushing out, leaving the two other final teams to duke it out in Market, rushing back to the place she had left her partner. “Tae Joon! Tae!?” Wattson’s shadow fell over him, all he could manage to communicate was a shake of his head, black hairs, swinging in front of his face, the poor man couldn’t bare to face her… “Pl...Please don’t look at me, I don’t want y-you to see me...like...this...Ngh! Fuck...Fuck! It hurts!” Wattson’s eyes went wide, going to her knees, she glanced to the market, the shots were still firing, and every time the bullets went off, Crypto flinched...Reaching out, her hand touched his leg, a gasp falling from her lips as she felt how badly his leg was shaking. “Mon amie! What happened, didn’t you heal?! Did you get shot?!” Natalie’s fingers brushed over the fabric of his pants, before pushing into his jacket, looking for moisture in the form of blood, though she felt nothing...Except a bump underneath the lower half of his shirt. “NGH! F-Fuck! Natalie- don’t! Don’t touch that, leave it...j-just leave it, someone’s gonna find us...shoot you, please! Please just...win for us...I know y-you can.” Natalie swallowed hard, suspicion in her mind...all but confirmed by how violently he flinched. Her hands brushed down his legs, wrapping her fingerless gloved hands over his knees, pushing them apart. “Oh...O-Oh my god, how...how long have you been...holding it!? Tae...Tae Joon, you...your...your….bladder!” The lower half of his shirt was bumped, his shirt tight around it, and it was obvious what it was. His knees were shaking, his chest rising and falling with the effort of holding back his shame, every movement caused him to wince, he was barely holding it together, holding his urine back. “Don’t...don’t look at me, please Natalie, I don’t wa...want you to see this...I’m begging you...” Sweat from his exertion was plastered to the front of his face, his lips parted, his eyes clouded, he didn’t dare move. “I’m not leaving you to be in pain!! If we lose we lose...clearly you are more important to me!” Natalie moved forward, her knees making little mounds in the dirt, her hands gently pressed into his stomach, pushing him to sit on his ass, instead the balls of his feet. “Ngh! Mmmna....Nat...Natalie please, be careful I don’t think I can...stop it...please go away! Fuck...please...” His voice was getting weaker, voice cracks after his pained whimpers, his legs shaking like the heat of the day didn’t exist. “Don’t struggle! You need to let it...out, if you hold it any longer you might burst! It’s okay...I won’t judge you! Do you want me to uhm...undress you? So you don’t...wet...yourself?” The only thing the poor hacker managed to say in response was a shake of his head, if it was between wet pants or Wattson seeing his embarrassing boxers, he’d take pissing himself like a little kid. “O-Okay...Let me just...Here...This may...hurt.” Natalie pushed her fingertips underneath the hem of his shirt, pushing it up, bunching the fabric over the bump of his bladder, Crypto shook his head, but Natalie had to ignore him, it was this or a lifelong weak bladder and...she doubted he wanted the latter. With a flush on her face, black hairs of happy trail leading down into the hem of his pants, trying not to think about it, those same fingertips pressed into the bulge. His reaction was immediate, arching his back, a hand flew to his own hair, grabbing a fistful of the messy black strands, forcing his hand over his own crotch, trying to stop whatever was about to happen, a whimper of pain leaving him. “It’s okay...Tae...Tae Joon look at me...look at me, you don’t need to worry, it’ll pass, it’ll feel good soon, just...let a little out, oui? Just enough to relieve the pressure?” Crypto shook his head again, but those eyes of his flicked up, meeting her blue ones, wishing he could hug her close, his source of comfort. His hips jerked as she pressed into his bladder’s bump yet again, a stifled yelp leaving his lips as he felt his body betray him. He felt warmth, slipping out of him, without him even being given a chance to stop it...Tears that gathered at the corner of his eyes slipping down his cheeks as he squeezed them closed. “Non, non, look at me mon amie, shh shh don’t cry, it feels better already doesn’t it?” Despite himself, he nodded, sniffing as he adjusted against his own hand, feeling the warmth spread across his boxers. Soaking them, the stream weak, barely piddling as he tried to force it back, to stop the stream, but once his body was started it was hard to stop. “Noplease...stop...Idon’twantto.” His own voice’s quiet tone surprised him, the teary nature of it, he could hardly hear himself. Slowly as he hiccuped, he felt the warm stream penetrate his pants, leaking down the inside of his pants to finally hit the dirt, slipping down the hill, between Wattson’s boots, making a river of his shame so obvious any viewer watching this at home would know what an...embarrassing piss pants he was. All the while he heard Wattson, gently petting his cheeks, stroking away his tears as he whimpered, as he tried to pull away but she always pulled him back. His pants soaked, warm, clinging to his inner thigh, his entire body shaking, unable to undo the act he just committed in front of the girl he loved. “Shh shh you’re doing so well! I’m proud of you...it feels better doesn’t it?” Wattson leaned forward, gently pressing her lips to his temple, Crypto couldn’t meet her eyes, closing them, embarrassed, frustrated tears falling down his face...Then he felt her pull away, opening his eyes just in time to feel her coat, fall over him, protecting him from the cameras, providing her comforting scent. Natalie seemed to smile, holding up her gun a smirk on her face. “Now stay here...relax, I’ll go win this for us! Be safe for me...okay Tae Joon?” CHAMPIONS OF THE ARENA WATTSON & CRYPTO
  16. Summary: Julian is a bedwetter and diaper lover who likes to pretend to be little. When he starts university, he doesn't feel comfortable staying in the dorms and ends up renting a room in the house of an older man named Alexander. Alexander is tall and athletic and very handsome, and Julian dreams of having him for a Daddy Dom. Perhaps it's meant to be? Author's Note: So, this is a story I've been working on for a long time and feel like I'm finally getting somewhere with, so I've decided to start posting it. It's actually inspired by a pair of characters from one of my Sims games, with a bedwetting and incontinence mod plus a lot of custom content, so I've got some screenshots I can share with you all as well. The names of some of the locations and other things mentioned are taken from The Sims 4 and the Discover University expansion pack. I hope you enjoy it! CW for this chapter: sexual content, misgendering, dysphoria ———————— Chapter 1. Julian rang the doorbell, looking up at the house while he waited. It was nice. Not huge, but definitely among the nicer houses in Britechester, a town known for its fine old architecture. It was the home of Professor Alexander Jones of the History, Languages, and Literature departments at UBrite. Julian expected a kindly old man or a stern teacher, but that was not what greeted him when the door opened. The man in front of him was in his mid to late forties. His brown hair was dusted with silver and he wore a tweed suit, all of which was in keeping with Julian’s idea of distinguished UBrite professors. But Professor Jones was also tall, broad shouldered, and decidedly well built. His slacks clung to his thick, muscled thighs, and even through the suit it was impossible not to see that this man was in peak physical condition. ‘Ah! You must be Julian. Come in!’ ‘Er . . . thank you.’ Julian smiled and stepped through the door. No one told me UBrite professors were muscle daddies, he thought. I wonder what the ones at Foxbury are like. ‘It’s nice to meet you, Professor Jones,’ he said. ‘Alexander, please.’ The man gave him a brilliant smile, making Julian’s heart pound. ‘I’m not your teacher. Not yet, anyway. What were you planning to study?’ ‘Oh, I’m going to Foxbury, not UBrite.’ Julian smiled. Alexander raised an eyebrow. ‘Bold of you, to tell me you’ll be going to the competition.’ Julian laughed. ‘If UBrite gave Honours degrees in STEM fields, I’m sure that’s where I’d be going, but as it is, Foxbury’s the place for a budding engineer.’ ‘Hmm. Well, to each his own. I expect you’ll want to see the room.’ He led Julian up two flights of stairs, to the top floor of the house, and opened a door. The room was large and comfortable-looking, with a bed, dresser, closet, sofa, and desk. ‘You’ll have your own bathroom,’ said Alexander, walking through the room and opening a door. Julian peeked inside. The bathroom was blue-tiled, with a corner bathtub, shower, and plenty of cupboard space. That was good. ‘This looks really nice,’ said Julian and grinned. ‘I’ll take it if you’ll have me.’ ‘Well, you seem like a nice young man.’ Alexander smiled. ‘So, I don’t see why not. Any particular reason you won’t be in the dorms, though?’ Julian looked down. ‘I . . . couldn’t get a single room. And I kind of need my own bathroom.’ ‘Oh? Why?’ Julian shrugged. ‘Well, you should probably know anyway. I’m trans. Three years on hormones and got my top surgery earlier this year, but I don’t feel quite comfortable sharing space. I’d like to pass if I can, and there’s no way of really doing that in a dorm with communal showers. Plus, I have a medical condition.’ Alexander cocked his head to one side. ‘What kind of condition?’ Julian looked down, blushing a little. ‘It’s kind of embarrassing, sir.’ ‘Well, I won’t laugh,’ Alexander promised. His voice was kind and he looked sincere. ‘I . . . suffer from night time incontinence,’ Julian confessed. ‘So, I wear diapers to bed. Kind of awkward if you’re sharing a room.’ ‘Hmm, I imagine it would be.’ Alexander nodded sympathetically. ‘Well, I don’t care about any of that. Thank you for being so honest with me, though. I appreciate honesty and openness. You can expect the same from me, should you choose to accept.’ ‘You’re offering me the room, then?’ Julian asked. ‘Absolutely. In fact, I’ll be disappointed if you don’t take it.’ Julian grinned at the older man. ‘Okay, then I will. Thank you, Professor!’ The professor smiled. ‘I thought I told you to call me Alexander.’ # ‘Ah! Daddy! Harder, Daddy!’ Julian cried. He lay on his stomach on a bed in his favourite club, being pounded by a large man in his thirties. The man picked up the pace, slapping Julian’s behind a couple of times as he did. ‘Such a dirty little girl!’ he growled. Julian froze. ‘Unicorn,’ he said. The man didn’t stop. ‘Unicorn!’ ‘Oh! Sorry.’ The man climbed off him. ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you. What’s wrong? Didn’t you like being called dirty?’ Julian sat up and faced him, arms crossed over his chest. ‘I didn’t like being called a girl,’ he said. ‘What part of the “no misgendering” clause in our negotiation did you not understand?’ ‘Sorry,’ the man said again. ‘I . . . You’ve got girl parts and with you facing away, I forgot.’ ‘They’re not girl parts,’ said Julian. ‘They’re my parts, and I’m a boy.’ ‘I’m sorry.’ The man sounded more sincere now. ‘I’m . . . I’m not used to being with trans guys. I’m bi, I don’t really see gender.’ ‘You gender genitalia just fine,’ Julian mumbled, looking away. ‘I’m really sorry, Julian. Please forgive me and let’s continue. Weren’t you having fun?’ The truth was that Julian had been bored nearly to tears. This daddy wasn’t rough enough, and he was too young to be a real daddy anyway. Julian preferred men who were old enough to be his real father, but this one had seemed nice enough so he’d thought he would give it a try. Clearly, that had been a mistake, as he was inexperienced at being a Daddy Dom. ‘I was,’ Julian lied. ‘But I lost the mood when you called me a girl. I’m sorry. I suggest next time you’re with a trans person, you pay better attention to the agreement.’ He got off the bed and went to fetch his clothes. He got a clean diaper out of his bag. ‘At least let me help you get that on,’ the man said. ‘That’s easier, isn’t it?’ Julian sighed. ‘Fine.’ He handed over the diaper and lay on the bed. ‘No powder?’ the man asked. ‘No need, I’m going straight home. Got homework I need to do tomorrow.’ ‘Homework? You’re not still in high school, are you?’ The man looked slightly concerned. ‘No,’ said Julian, laughing a little. He knew he looked a little younger than he was, like many trans guys. ‘I’m at university. I study engineering at Foxbury. Don’t worry, I’m twenty like I said.’ ‘Is it your second year?’ ‘No, I’m a fresher. I just took a year off before applying. I wanted to have my top surgery first. I know I’m easy enough to clock, but I don’t walk around wearing trans flags. I’d like to pass if I can.’ ‘I didn’t clock you,’ said the man, closing the tabs on the diaper. ‘There, all done.’ ‘You misgendered me,’ Julian reminded him. ‘It was a heat of the moment thing. When I saw you, I just saw a cute boy in a onesie. I didn’t realise you were trans until you told me.’ Julian smiled. ‘I don’t quite believe you, but I appreciate it all the same.’ He got up and went over to his clothes again. He pulled on the onesie, then put on his loose jeans and t-shirt over it. ‘I’m sorry this didn’t work out.’ ‘Not as sorry as me,’ the man said, smiling. # Julian had been at university a month now. He enjoyed his classes and had gotten to know a few of his classmates well enough, but not exactly made any friends. He usually went to the club in the city on weekends, rather than hang out in the student pub in Britechester. So far, it was the only BDSM club he’d found where ABDL was not only accepted but encouraged, though they catered to a wide array of kinks. At the club, he could be himself. He’d walk around in his blue onesie with fluffy socks, a teddy bear and a pacifier and ask people, ‘Have you seen my Daddy?’ The ones who were into adult baby age play and didn’t mind trans boys loved it, and he rarely left the club without having had a partner. The man he’d been with tonight had reacted by pinching Julian’s cheeks and saying, ‘I’ll be your Daddy, kiddo. Wanna come play with me?’ They’d sat down at a table, worked out the terms, and when they got to their room, Julian had wet himself, thrown a temper tantrum, been spanked and then fucked. Honestly, in spite of the slightly half-assed scolding and spanking, it had been fine until they got to the fucking. Maybe the man just hadn’t been big enough to give Julian the pounding he craved. It was nearly midnight when he got home, so he was surprised to find Alexander in the living room with a tumbler of whisky, reading a book. ‘Hey you. Been out?’ The older man smiled, and Julian found himself wishing he’d run into his landlord at the club instead of the man he’d been with. Alexander was dressed casually, in neat jeans and a t-shirt that showed off his extremely muscular arms. Julian had found Alexander had gym equipment in the basement and did strength workouts for half an hour every morning. He also went jogging twice a week. He was a very disciplined man. Julian, on the other hand, had never been athletic; he was a nerdy blonde with glasses who dreamt of working in robotics. His pudginess and his smooth, round face lent themselves well to toddler roleplay, though. ‘Yeah.’ Julian returned the smile as best he could. ‘Did you go to Pepper’s?’ Alexander asked, referring to the student pub. Julian shook his head. ‘No, I went clubbing in the city.’ ‘By yourself? Or was it a date?’ Julian had noticed that Alexander often asked about where he’d been. The questions didn’t feel invasive, and it wasn’t like he was policing Julian’s movements, but his curiosity always took the young man by surprise. ‘Not exactly.’ Julian blushed again, and Alexander seemed to notice. ‘Something more casual, then.’ He smiled mischievously. ‘You want a drink?’ Julian rarely drank alcohol when he went to the club, preferring to be one hundred percent in control for the negotiations. Tonight, he’d had a couple glasses of orange juice when he’d arrived, to make sure he’d need to pee when he got picked up for play. He’d felt like bratting. ‘Why not?’ he said, sitting down. ‘Gotta warn you, though. I’m not exactly a whisky connoisseur.’ Alexander smiled, standing up and heading over to the bar cabinet. ‘A little one, then,’ he said. ‘With just a drop of water.’ He handed Julian a tumbler. ‘Old Yorkfield, sixteen years. Should be to your tastes.’ ‘What are you drinking?’ Julian asked. ‘McDillan’s,’ Alexander replied, taking his seat again. ‘Not for novices, I’m afraid. It’s very smoky. If you handle the Yorkfield well, maybe you’ll graduate to McDillan’s.’ He winked and Julian blushed a little again. He was suddenly all too aware that he hadn’t orgasmed with the man at the club. And Alexander oozed big dick energy. He took a sip of the whisky and made a face. ‘Wow. That’s strong.’ Alexander laughed. ‘You’ll get used to it. So, tell me about your not-date. Did you have fun?’ Julian bobbed his head. ‘It was okay at first. But . . . he misgendered me halfway through, so I left.’ Alexander frowned. ‘That’s not very polite. I’m sorry that happened to you.’ ‘Extra not polite since we’d negotiated—’ Julian cut himself off. Negotiation was not a part of casual sex outside the kink community, he reminded himself. ‘I mean, since I’d told him straight out not to do that.’ He took another sip of the whisky. It went down smoother now and he was already feeling a little woozy, no doubt because he hadn’t eaten since before he went to the club. ‘Don’t understand why boy pussy’s so hard to accept,’ he mumbled, then froze. Had he really said ‘boy pussy’ in front of his university professor landlord? The man who wore tweed every day, like a proper gentleman? ‘I mean—sorry, that just slipped out.’ Alexander laughed, but his face was kind. ‘I’m not a prude, Julian. I’ve been ’round the block a few times. I’m pretty sure there’s nothing you could say that would shock me.’ What about ‘I like pretending I’m three years old and having strange men change my diaper, spank me, fuck me, and occasionally piss on me in BDSM clubs’? Julian thought, but outwardly he just smiled and drained his tumbler. ‘I should get to bed. Got homework in the morning.’ ‘I’ve been meaning to say,’ said Alexander as Julian stood, ‘if you need someone to proofread your papers, I’d be happy to help.’ ‘Oh, no,’ said Julian. ‘I couldn’t ask you to do that.’ ‘You wouldn’t be asking me to, I offered,’ said Alexander. ‘And I mean it.’ His tone was commanding and sent shivers down Julian’s back. ‘Oh. Okay. Well, thanks, I . . . I appreciate that.’ ‘No worries,’ said Alexander. ‘I’m teaching fewer classes this semester, cause I’m working on a thesis with a couple of PhD candidates. You probably won’t believe it, but I miss grading papers. Proofing yours would fill a need, even if I can’t understand half of what’s in them.’ He laughed. ‘Not one for physics?’ Julian asked. Alexander shook his head. ‘I’m a Humanities man, and I always have been. Now, off to bed, young man.’ He had a twinkle in his eye, but there was that commanding tone again. Julian could feel his heart pound in his groin. ‘Yes, sir,’ he said, and went up the stairs. Once in his room, Julian locked the door and stripped down to his onesie. He got on the bed and humped his pillow until he came and then wet himself, thinking of Alexander’s strong arms holding him down. Afterwards, he lay there panting for a long time. ‘This is bad,’ he mumbled. ‘This is really, really bad.’ If he’d ever wanted someone to be his daddy full time, it would have to be Alexander. He wasn’t sure anyone else could measure up.
  17. So uh, this is another story of mine that is essential a brain dump of my horniest omorashi thoughts, of which there are many. This story may actually contain anatomical mistakes or things that the human body can't actually do, and it's also a, very, um... unusual situation, so obligatory do not try this at home. And it definitely contains grammar and spelling mistakes, so be prepared for that. If you can get past those things, enjoy and let me know your thoughts! Coming directly from gym class, Seth’s bladder practically screamed at him with every hurried step he took, But he had no time for a toilet break. He had drunk almost a gallon of liquid that morning, anticipating a chance to relieve himself after gym class, and so despite his already tender abdomen he continued to drink even more water as he worked out. He was one of the first into the restroom when class ended, but he couldn’t pee because he… he saw… No. Don’t think about it. It didn’t matter. He couldn’t pee there, he had to hold it. He didn’t change out of his shorts but swapped his shirt out before leaving, selecting something just long enough to hide the well-defined bulge in his gym shorts which was now darkening with… sweat, definitely sweat. Nothing else it could be. But now seth had skipped the relief he was so used to and needed so badly right then. He could barely hold on. It was obvious to every single person in the room what was going on with him. Other students began to tease him by making quiet “ssssshhhhhh”-ing sounds and “accidentally” spilling their water bottles. Seth squeezed his cock between two straining thighs which barely held back the massive piss pressure he wanted to release right there in class. He felt pressure building. Cum or piss was filling his shaft, and he wasn’t sure which was going to come out. The image he was lusting after flashed into his brain, driving him absolutely mad, and causing his bladder send its final spasms wracking through his body. The 18-year-old’s eyes closed, he bowed his head over his desk, and his legs quivering uselessly, his hips bucking uncontrollably as a massive spray of piss burst directly through his gym shorts, beating audibly against the underside of his desk. Seth gasped, his face turning an even deeper shade of red as the sheer momentum of the relief swept him away to a deeply shameful ecstasy, a pain that cut deeply to his core. The truth was, although he spilled piss instead of seed, Seth pissed himself filled with deep sexual lust there in the classroom, and he couldn’t control it anymore than he could control the massive spray from his cock. Throbbing in absolute uncontrolled relief and ecstasy, much of which was clear from Seth’s expression and the drenching hard on outlined in his shorts, Seth pissed himself right there in front of his classmates, his pee splattering everywhere, dribbling down his legs, spraying across the linoleum. He couldn’t help but moan out loud with every hot, furious spray into his shorts, which seemed to be increasing in volume and intensity. He truly held at least a gallon inside of him, and the puddle grew so large students had to evacuate their desks to avoid getting their things soiled by his massive, expanding puddle. And Seth continued to moan and squirm the whole time he peed, indicating to everyone that there was more going on than just an overworked bladder. The teacher could only stand by horrified as one her students voided a truly incredible amount of urine in her classroom without even asking to go the bathroom first. If it was so bad, why didn’t he just, just go? Still watching the massive accident unfold, seeing the sheer amount of piss splashing around his desk, and the furious, pent-up hissing sound of his cock relieving itself of its burden, the teacher came to the conclusion that this may have been a prank of some kind. Seth’s accident lasted somewhere between three and four minutes. At least half the floor was coated in a glistening puddle. Seth wanted to die, and his erection wouldn't go away, and he felt so good yet deeply ashamed of himself, but the absolute euphoria and adrenaline of what he was doing swept over him in waves that seemed to coincide with every jet of pee from cock. He was living out his biggest fantasy, the deepest sexual release he craved, the sex dream he most commonly woke up from but wouldn't’ have dared to live out or tell anyone about until recently… oh fuck what had he done… When he snapped out of his daze, he found himself finishing off with a mild trickle still draining into his briefs. Just about everyone was standing and staring at him in horror and disgust, not quite knowing how to react to something like that. A couple of students had started recording the incident on their phones. And so he did the only thing he could think to do: he got up and ran, sopping wet gym shorts and all, but leaving his backpack and wallet. Which was stupid because he also had his sweater in his backpack which he could have used to cover himself, but seth wasn’t thinking clearly at all by now. He ran through the school out into the parking lot, directly to his car and threw open the driver’s side door. Once safely inside his vehicle, he gripped his now diamond-hard cock and with a couple of quick motions he came three times in rapid succession, orgasms that hit his loins like a hammer and painted his sopping wet briefs in cum. That day, Seth had seen his classmate Charlie completely piss himself in the gym changing room after phys ed. So many people saw, but Seth felt like he saw the most of it, the way piss just poured from the young man in relentless waterfalls, the way he writhed in place and tried to stop it, the way seeing it happen in front of him sent electric tingled all along his penis. And just like that, seth knew he couldn’t relieve himself let alone get changed in the same room as this incident now. He escaped the area just as the other boys were entering and discovering the scene. Their loud teasing made Seth’s heart beat faster because he knew all it would take would be for one of them to look down and see his throbbing erection for him to also become a target of such teasing. Luckily the others were way too fascinated by Charlie's accident to notice Seth. Seth, who now had the most fascinating, most arousing image in his mind, an image which made his filling bladder strain even as his cock grew harder. He tried to dispel the thoughts and focus on anything else, but it lingered in the back of his mind. Seth was convinced he could relieve himself and get changed on the first floor where his next class was, but when he reached it he saw with dawning horror and agony that it was closed up. Seth really had to pee, but he didn’t have time to find another bathroom! He couldn’t be late again and risk detention. He was going to have to head to his next class. Shuddering in full bladder agony, Seth had to hobble off without any relief to a problem that rapidly got worse due to all the water he drank. What he didn’t anticipate was how hot and aroused he felt despite how deeply ashamed he was until it culminated in what was the most raw and sexual moment of his life despite being complete social suicide. Seth never went back to that school, which was perfectly fine with him. It was the last week of his senior year and he was already accepted into a good college. Although wetting himself in front of everyone made him cringe to think about, it was just as well; he would never talk to any of those people again.
  18. One thing that I find somewhat off putting in a lot of omorashi videos is the girl's underplayed reaction to having wet herself. In many cases they don't seem as ashamed as that situation would make them in real life. Does anyone know of any videos that feature more of this aspect of omorashi? Thanks
  19. The sun began to shine through out the rain forest. through every twig, branch, leaf, and through out each and every birds home and nest. It was only moments until the entire rain forest was finally awake, and for all the birds to begin their usual daily routine. Even though Blu was still extremely tired, Blu managed to drag himself out of bed and attempt to get the day started. ''Well good morning sleepy head'' jewel had said while giving Blu a pat on the back. "good morning" said Blu mid yawn, while stretching. " hey, how did you get up so early with barely any sleep?" "me? more like you got barely any sleep." She wasn't too far from the truth. Blu's look said it all. The bags under his eye's, how all of his feathers were a complete mess, how his eye's kept trying to shut on him. It was obvious, he was dog tired.Blu had stayed up a great portion of the night still thinking about the diaper. no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't shake the thought. The colors, the tapes, the padding, everything and he still couldn't understand why he kept thinking about it. "Heh, well...yeah..I didn't get much sleep." "rough night huh?'' "(while groaning) yeah....." "well'', Jewel said while getting a little closer to Blu," If you help me get the kids up, I'll take the kids to my sisters for the day and you can get a little rest." " Thanks Jewel." Blue had managed to say with a weak smile. Before the two could even say another word, they heard their middle child, Carla, calling them. "Mom! Dad!, It happened again!" Both let out a heavy sigh, knowing what Carla had meant. The two flew up to Tiago's room to find an embarrassed little macaw, sitting in a soaked diaper and on the verge of tears. The flower design on the front had completely faded and what was once a large display of colors was now a bright yellow hew. "I-i-i didn't mean to!" Tiago had said with a tear beginning to run down his face. Jewel walked over and began comforting Tiago. "sshhhhh, it's okay" Jewel had said wile wiping away a tear. She then picked up the young macaw and carried him over to the changing table.when she had set Tiago down, the diaper had made a large squish turning Tiago´s face pink. "Can I help mom?'' said Carla bouncing with anticipation. This request made Tiago's face turn an even brighter shade of pink. Jewel noticed the young macaws embarrassment and denied Carla´s request in order to calm the young macaw down. "no, sweetie." "awww,but come on mom!" "no, now go make sure your older sister is up." Carla crossed her wings and did as she was told. Jewel began to release the tapes of the soaked diaper, unfolding it to see the drenched padding. She grabbed Tiagos feet and pulled him up until his behind was successfully off the diaper and in the air. She then pulled the diaper from under Tiago and effortlessly folded it up and threw the wet padding into a small garbage basket."Tiago, your gonna have to start trying harder if you ever want to fix this problem. me and your father can't keep doing this forever." Jewel then began to start taking out some baby wipes and began cleaning the young macaw. " I keep trying, b-but it never seems to work!" "We know your trying Tiago" said Blu, attempting to calm him, " But you need to try harder if your going to beat this.¨ It wasn´t long until the young macaw was all clean and rejoined his siblings for breakfast. ¨I don´t know what i´m gonna do with him.¨ Jewel had said with a sigh. Blu walked over and gave her a comforting hug. ¨Hey, it´s only a matter of time until this is over.¨ ¨Yeah well, hopefully sooner or later.¨ they both sat their in embrace for a few moments until Jewel gently pushed Blu away with a smirk. ¨And you´re changing him next time.¨ ¨aw come on, your better at it than me.¨ ¨and so will you be when you get more practice at it.¨ With a disappointed look, Blu agreed and the two joined their kids for breakfast. After they finished their breakfast, Blu and Jewel shared one last kiss before leaving with the kids to go visit her sister. After they left Blu walked back into his bedroom and collapsed on his bed. he thought back to the moment Tiago was in the wet diaper. How the padding was completely soaked with urine. how every time he moved, the diaper would make a loud squishing sound. how the once colorful flower design on both the front and back of the diaper was now completely faded under a bright yellow hew. And then the moment when Tiago was being changed came into his mind. how Jewel held and carried him over to the changing table. how she talked so softly and was so comforting to the young macaw. remembering this left Blu excited and confused. ¨why do I keep thinking about this stuff? It´s just a stupid diaper.¨ Blu got up and went into Tiago´s room. He opened up the dresser containing the plush and colorful padding and took one out. The padding felt even softer than the last time he had held it. ¨why am I so fixated on this?¨ Blu held and stared at the diaper for a few minutes. The thought and urge to wear the diaper had quickly begun to grow in the back of his mind. He didn´t know why, but he really felt like wearing and USING the diaper. He wanted to feel like he was just a little kid again. but Before any other thought´s could come into Blu´s mind, he quickly put the diaper away and closed the drawer. ¨I...must be tired, yeah..that´s it. I´m just tired.¨ Blu dismissed all remaining thoughts about the crinkly padding and went back to bed. However, deep in the back of Blu´s mind, he knew that his tiredness had nothing to do with the way he was feeling. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I just wanna say i´m sorry that this has taken me so long to make. Finals this past week has been kind of hectic and has had me feeling really tired lately. But on that note, I´m back! and there are a lot more chapters in store for this story. Please comment, every little tip helps me with the story and my grammar in general ^.^
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    My first time pillow humping! I crawl into frame to sit on my bed in a see through white t shirt and panties. I of course get super turned on and pull out my big natural tits. I hump my pillow in a few positions / angles and have lots of fun till I feel myself having to pee. The sensation overwhelms and I can't hold it any longer. I pee my panties, pillow and bed. So embarrassed I show my wet panties, pillow and bed spread before ending the video. evelynsharp , wetting , bed wetting , teen , all natural , hump , homemade , amateur , embarrass , desperation , white t shirt , curvy , pawg , brunette , long hair , eye glasses , big tits , big ass
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    On the same weekend back in late 2016, two ladies shared stories of recent accidents at Toiletstool.com that are pretty delightful to people with our interests. The first was Carla, whose dog knocked the pee out of her in the final comic of last year. The other poster shared two stories in one, so I'm presenting both of them together as the next file in the series. Ashley O. is a 23-year-old who ruins an accident-free streak when she decides to skip the port-a-potties during a fall farm trip with her friends and their children. Their next stop is a hay ride, and Ashley's bladder getting bounced around in its super full state is about to spell disaster, especially because she's in a very public place. Her next story happens just a few weeks later and it's waaayyy more embarrassing. Ashley puts off a much-needed poop while at work, and she's already pushing her limits but then the fire alarm goes off and she now has no choice but to hold it. Standing outside only makes her desire for relief worse, and she's put off for too long that she can't even trust a fart right now... The bundle release of the last few Stephanie tales was sort of a test for how I would release a comic based on multiples accounts, and by extension smaller stories being lumped together, to see how well they'd sell compared to cheaper singles. I can't say enough how much each sale means to me, and if you goes keep paying more for more like this you can count on more and more from my end. For $4 you get these 2 stories, whether you like pee or poop there's sure to be something in here to like. Both stories are heavy on the desperation and embarrassment so if that's your bag then I'd at least take peeks at each. But as I said, a purchase gets you access to both. Part 01 had 11 pages and 02 has 10, as usual there are high resolution and scaled down copies of each page. Each story also features the usual 'x-ray' shots so there is some nudity. I hope you enjoy and look forward to more desperation and accident adventures ahead, feedback is always welcome. At this time I am not taking requests, but only because I have so much in store. Thanks for stopping by! The story's original text can be found on Old Posts from the Toilet Page #2597
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    I've got one last little comic to share before the year is over, in this story a girl named Carla puts off her need to relieve herself because she feels bad for the dog she had to keep in the crate while she was out. But this dog is unpredictable and putting off her bladder's needs turns into a grave mistake. This one is another short tale I stretched into 12 pages. You get the usual high resolution version and smaller copy, and while I may upload a censored version later if requested in order to beef it up I through in a lot of naked peeing views so there's a fair bit of NUDITY. Well I hope you enjoy this as much as the other comics from 2017 and look forward to more desperation and accident adventures next year! The story's original text can be found on Old Posts from the Toilet Page #2596
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    I've been collecting omorashi files for over 6 years now. In that time I've learned Japanese and have had many good finds. There are some ones many will recognize in here, and hopefully many you don't. Enjoy!
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    A more recent Jade video in which girls practicing soccer try to use the bathroom, find all the stalls locked, and are forced to relieve themselves on the floor. Some also use the sink, and not all of them get their pants down in time.
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