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  1. From the album: Bombs almost sfw extreme desperation drawings

    A close up of the a bathroom line in another image that I spent too much time on for how much space it took in said image, I wanted it to be noticed.
  2. Bombality

    Bikini Girl

    From the album: Bombs almost sfw extreme desperation drawings

    At the time this artwork was finished I had recently closed commissions because I felt like I was starting to get too burnt out and slow, the first thing I wanted to do after that was (excuse me for the redundancy) something that I wanted to do rather than what someone else wanted... turns out want I wanted was just a girl in a bikini with a big tummy caused by pee. Credit to Tsuchigumo for suggesting that some of the girls in the bathroom line in the background should have extreme bladder bulges as well and to a discord user called MirirLightHammer for suggesting the kids playing with water guns. Finished June 15 2022
  3. From the album: Bombs almost sfw extreme desperation drawings

    A girl that has to pee so badly that her bladder bulges from both the front and her back, making her midriff into pretty much a sphere. Done because one night I randomly remembered one of the sketches that sunflowerofevil made (an omorashi.org user that has now deleted their artwork) and tried my best to replicate it. I think of all the things he did and now we can't access this one was stuck to my mind for how cartoony and extreme it was, however, knowing how bad my memory is, as far as I know this is just my version vaguely based on it rather than a recovery (which may be for the best anyway because after all they had a reason to delete their artwork) Didn’t feel like cleaning the line art and fully coloring and shading it because of how different this is from the way I usually make big bellies and also because of how “not mine” it is. Finished June 1st 2022
  4. From the album: Bombs almost sfw extreme desperation drawings

    A commission for IllusiveOne an extreme pee desperation picture of Aphrodite from the game Hades. For context: In game, the protagonist can gift bottles of nectar to the various deities you encounter. The scenario here is that “our love goddess is given far too much of the liquid and as such, has reached a rather desperate state.” As far as I know there is nothing in game that says how big the bottles of nectar are so I made them big enough so that the size of the bulge is justified, maybe there’s even a bit that hasn’t reached her bladder yet. Also of interest, I decided to try to mimic the way the character is shaded in game and also the way she appears (with no interaction with the background) Finished the 1st of November of 2021
  5. From the album: Bombs almost sfw extreme desperation drawings

    A follow-up of the Aphrodite (from the videogame “Hades”) picture commissioned by IllusiveOne as well. For context, in the game, once a character has been gifted 8 Nectar, the way to proceed forward with their bond path is to gift Ambrosia: larger, harder to acquire containers of liquid, that being said here the Goddess is in the final stages of her bond path and hasn’t had a restroom break. Finished February 24 of 2022
  6. Bombality

    Hatsune Miku

    From the album: Bombs almost sfw extreme desperation drawings

    A birthday commission for Bees: An extreme desperation pic of Hatsune Miku. Miku is (from what I was told) part robot, so she can hold a lot, but also the people managing her schedule don't feel the need for her to release between shows since (they think) she can't feel all that she’s holding. Finished November 11 of 2021
  7. Bombality

    Poki (Part 1)

    From the album: Bombs almost sfw extreme desperation drawings

    A two image sequence of extreme desperation of Poki, an OC of (someone who keeps changing their discord username so I don't know what name to use to refer to them), Poki very desperate to pee and then peeing in a river. Fully finished September 20 of 2021.
  8. Bombality

    Poki (Part 2)

    From the album: Bombs almost sfw extreme desperation drawings

    A two image sequence of extreme desperation of Poki, an OC of (someone who keeps changing their discord username so I don't know what name to use to refer to them), Poki very desperate to pee and then peeing in a river. Fully finished September 20 of 2021.
  9. This is a story set in Phentaiee's comic "Fill-Me - The Human Toilet" (currently on it's second chapter) which was written as a trade for art that Phen has done for me! This story can hopefully be enjoyed regardless of if you've read his comic, but I recommend checking it out if you enjoy this sort of thing! Part One “Come on, there has to be somewhere!” Milly gasped, pausing her hurried footsteps to cross her legs and bounce in place. Her wavy, pink hair now frizzy and unkempt from the heat of the Florida sun. Tara walked briskly behind her, toned abs exposed, tense and sweaty, “I told you to ease up on the mocktails…” she berated her housemate. “You’d think at least one place in town would have a bathroom, ngh-!” Milly grunted, doubling over and giving her crotch a squeeze. “Besides, you’re the one who had to stop at every single drinking fountain!” “Hydration is important, and I don’t make a habit of getting caught short like some people.” “I know you have to go too! You didn’t even go this morning!” Milly snapped back, stamping one foot onto the boardwalk. The two girls had spent the day so far sightseeing in town. In truth there hadn’t been too much to do, but they’d already spent the last few days enjoying the beaches so wandering further inland had been a nice change of pace. Apart from a few fun souvenir stores, they’d spent the morning hopping from café to bar to restaurant and taking it easy, though neither had expected to find every single one without working facilities. Now, as the two o’clock sun blazed brightly above, two full bladders roamed the boardwalk looking for privacy. Milly started ranting as she power-walked, “How do you even get away with that? Isn’t there some law about selling drinks and not providing… you know?” She shivered, still not daring to remove her hand from between her legs; there were a dozen ice teas and smoothies demanding exit down there. “They probably don’t want tourists coming in just to use them.” Suggested Tara, trying to ignore her own internal struggle. Despite her relative composure next to Milly, the athletic lady’s clenched fists and sweat soaked face betrayed her need. “Ugh!” Milly groaned, “I get that, but even the public toilets were out of order! I wish they’d have just let us in anyway, the toilet doesn’t need to work when we have-” “Um,” a quieter voice spoke up from behind them, “I’d like to remind you both that I am still here and fully functional.” Milly and Tara glanced back at Filie, a petite blonde girl and “Human Toilet” - a walking, talking container of urine, with a bladder able to contain unfathomable volumes. When the girls had purchased Filie, they’d been told she wasn’t capable of feeling, or having any sort of emotional response to stimuli. This of course was referring to the sensation of a full bladder, one that the “Fill-Me” units were said not to experience. Whether the adverts had lied, or Filie was faulty, the truth remained that she could feel everything. Currently she held hardly more than a meagre two litres, as her tank had been emptied only the previous evening, but she could feel how it stretched her bladder walls, and how it boiled and sloshed when she walked. Luckily, she didn’t have to hold it herself though, as she came with a built-in filter. She couldn’t empty herself unless her owners wanted, by flicking the switch on her outer labia, which was almost always set to keep her sealed. Now, both Milly and Tara exchanged an awkward glance in response to Filie’s comments. Milly spoke up, stammering, “W-We know you’re working Filie, b-but just like before, in town, we can’t just u-use you out in the open with all these p-people around.” Filie blinked, “Oh, I’m sorry, but there are far fewer people here than in town.” Milly swallowed, suddenly noticing the awkward glances she was getting and feeling ashamed of her hand’s current placement, “It’s n-not the amount of people that’s the issue, Filie…” “Over here!” Tara called from up ahead, gesturing to a small alley beside a bait and tackle store. Hurrying over, Milly saw that it led off the boardwalk to an empty backlot with a dumpster. “Th-This isn’t exactly private; anyone could see if they looked in!” “Fine, hold it. I’m pissing,” Tara scoffed, moving hastily, having already started to unbutton her jean shorts, “Filie, come here!” Filie was there in a flash, laid on the floor, pants yanked aside and the funnel she kept in her hair inserted and ready to receive Tara’s burden. With a hiss through gritted teeth, Tara squatted down and relaxed her lower muscles for the first time since the previous night. Her stream began gentle, almost hesitant, like it wasn’t sure if it was safe to come out, but quickly grew into a roaring gusher of clear waste fluid. Milly had followed them to avoid prying eyes, as her own were now wide and teary, drinking in the sight of Tara unloading with so much force and sound. Were it not for the ocean waves, she was certain everyone for miles could have heard this cacophony of relief. It was enough to force her other hand to join its sister, clutching tightly her spasming nethers in a last-ditch effort to stifle the incoming flood. The sun still weighed heavily upon her and her tank top’s cleavage was damp with sweat. She began to hop from one foot to the next, her ample breasts bouncing, her abdomen practically sloshing. Still, Tara’s piss continued, and she closed her eyes and bit her tongue to avoid groaning with pleasure. Below her, Filie was giddy with excitement and taking in every detail of the beautiful woman’s body, the strength of her piss, the heat of it, the steam rising from the great, thick stream. Just as her hold had been composed, so too was her release, it was a powerful but solid arc directly into Filie’s funnel and bladder, without a single splash or misdirection. As Filie shivered at the sensation of so much pee being added to her already bulged bladder, she heard a choked whine and craned her neck to see Milly, bent double, ankles crossed, with both hands kneading her crotch. Her face was bright pink, tears down her cheeks, eyes locked on Filie’s bladder, a stare so sharp that Filie could feel it. “T-Tara...” Milly wheezed through her grunting, “P-Please… finish… soon!” Tara’s eyes remained closed, she sounded a thousand miles away, “Oh? I thought this wasn’t private enough?” she teased. “TARA I’M GOING TO EXPLODE!” Tara looked up and, seeing the state of Milly, the smugness instantly vanished from her face. She bore down hard on her bladder, pushing what remained out as quickly as possible. Her stream concluded abruptly without tapering off, then she stood, “I’m done, go!” Milly had been rushing over before Tara had even spoken, almost pushing her aside as she threw down her damp cotton shorts, then pulled her fully soaked panties aside. She squatted down with her legs spread wide and a geyser burst from between them, Filie had to move quickly to angle her funnel so the majority of the violently messy piss was caught within. After the initial spray, Milly’s gusher stabilised a little, still spluttering and splashing, but now almost completely heading into Filie. Unlike Tara, Milly seemed to have no issue moaning loudly as she unloaded, her paranoia over being spotted had been drowned out by her desperation, and now she was wobbling as if about to lose consciousness. While Tara busied herself with taking tissues from her bag and wiping, Filie intently observed the way Milly’s legs began to tremble as she let go. This is the most desperate I’ve ever seen her, Filie thought, trying not to make it obvious how much she was loving this marathon of high pressure pisses she was taking in. Filie felt her mind grow cloudy, and those clouds grow grey and swollen, but absolutely refusing to rain. She barely noticed when Milly lost her balance. The still peeing girl had leaned a little too far forward in her dream-like state of relief and threw her arms towards Filie to catch herself. Which she did, and thankfully without soaking herself or Filie in the process. One of her hands hit the gravel painfully, while the other very nearly knocked the funnel aside, instead planting itself between Filie’s legs. Her thumb brushed against something firm, which Milly barely registered but assumed to be the base of the funnel. It was not. Filie’s eyes snapped open and she looked to her still swelling midsection, as she felt the churning mass of liquid inside begin to gurgle and shift, something clunking heavily into place and trickling downwards. Unbeknownst to Milly, she had just flicked the switch that controlled Filie’s filter, leaving the contents of her bladder free to attempt escape! Said “contents” currently found their exit blocked by the force of Milly’s flood. Like a waterfall hitting a lake, Milly’s piss caused froth to form and ripples to form inside of Filie, who was still trying to process the intense feelings she was now rocked with. A stinging, sparking need to push against the entering fluid was absolutely overwhelming her every nerve and muscle, but with all of her will, Filie was able to keep her body from betraying her. The second the dreadful stream died down, Filie had to bite her bottom lip to keep from crying out, as she clenched her lower muscles for all she was worth, battling to keep the furious urine that had left her bladder, trapped, and burning in her urethra. Milly finally collapsed, letting her body land beside Filie, her shorts still down and her thighs and panties sprinkled with fresh pee. It was at this stage that Tara couldn’t hold it any longer, she snorted, laughing loudly. “You should have asked to go first!” she joked, heading over to give her pink-haired, piss drained friend a hand up. Lying still beside her, Filie was the furthest she could imagine being from laughing. Inside her distended abdomen, a storm raged; waves threw themselves against the cliffside, the clouds let forth their thunder and started to rain, lightning struck the walls of the dam, and the shockwaves exploded inside her mind. (to be continued)
  10. Hi guys. I have finally decided to open omorashi story commissions. I would love to write for you all but also support myself in some financial crunch. I can pen a story about: female pee desperation and male pee desperation. What I don't do: Messing, Scat, Furries My prices are as follows: Base price - $20 for 2500 +/- 200 words. There after - $10 for every 1000 +/- 200 words . Please DM me if you're interested.
  11. Hello once again reader! This story is the result of an art trade between myself and @Tentacool, where he wished for an omo story set in a fantasy time zone. I'm not the most adapt at fantasy, but I gave it my best shot and I don't think it's half bad! I hope you enjoy it! And fear not, I will not forget about the backlog of my other stories as well! Your feedback and support is so very much appreciated! -Orion The Green Dam and the Water Golem Prologue Nestled in a valley was the Kingdom of Aragoza. A kingdom ruled by humans that was a melting pot of different races and beings. A prosperous, peaceful kingdom that is the product of centuries of brutal war and conflict. The valley before those times was one of an uneasy peace, segregated into their factions of their brethren. The human population in what is now the capital, Arasootas, was always a marginalized and struggling people in between the dwellings of the various races of Dwarves, Elves, and the Dragonborne. With little magical power or brute strength like many of the other races, humans had to tread lightly in their small numbers to avoid even a small conflict they were hopeless to win. However, a population boom and rapid innovation of the humans allowed them to thrive, and eventually establish a military presence. A tyrannical leader rose to power and popularity, and sought to take control of the valley for their own intentions, including annexation or removal of the other factions. The rapid growth and military expansion of the self-proclaimed Xander Dynasty (named after the mentioned dictator) resulted in a military force unlike the valley had ever seen, with advanced weaponry, armor, and tactics that stood up to the strength and magical power they had lacked. A quick dispatch of a small army of orcs by the military was a successful campaign; with the consequence of the complete annihilation of their race. The message was clear: Join us, or die. Seeing the atrocities before them, the other races grew worrisome and then angry, each declaring war on the Dynasty. Centuries of on-and-off conflict persisted between the humans and the civilizations of the other races. Despite the death of tyrant leaders and the eventually fall of the dynasty into a more democratic constitutional monarchy, the animosity of the factions was still palpable. War continued to rage on, atrocities committed on both sides, and as the men and resources depleted on both sides, the supernatural factions agreed on an alliance, and sent a final hail mary to end the war once and for all. It did, however, result in a resounding human victory. The newly founded Kingdom of Aragoza annexed the regions of the supernatural and continued to expand, growing its influence as it opened connections within its borders and integrated the races it ruled over. Despite the takeover, the new Kingdom displayed much more graciousness than its tyrannical past, still claiming ownership and power over the regions, but allowing them to live in freedom, and integrating into their new society. While their populations thinned and weakened, the races slowly recovered their numbers and way of life, but some argue still live under the yoke of the kingdom, hoping for true independence. But for now, peace is the order of the day, the kingdom is a place of equality, with neighborhoods and niches for everyone, sharing their cultures and language and embracing each other as if they are their own. None is a greater example of this explained in the capital, where everyone from the humans, dwarves, elves, dragonborne, and everything in between mingle and work together. However, farther along the valley exists a dense forest, difficult to navigate and serves as the only point along the valley that serves as access to the outside world by land. The kingdom had long wished to clear the forest to improve access to the outside world, however this forest and the caverns and cliffs around them were the territory belonging to goblins. The Goblin race remained in the shadows during the time of war, and remained within their territory, looting the occasional traveler or lost soldier. They had no desire to participate, and neither the humans nor the supernatural alliance wished to have them on their side, as they were considered a treacherous and slimy group. When the word to clear their forest trickled down from the Kingdom to the goblins, the Goblin Kingdom immediately grew defensive and thwarted advancements of Aragoza by attacking their surveyors. Thus began a cold war between the smaller Goblin Kingdom and the giant Aragoza Kingdom. Negotiations always went poorly with little progress being made for years between the two sides. While the Kingdom of Aragoza could snowplow the Goblins with their military, the Queen of Aragoza and the royal family wished to improve their aggressive reputation by suing for peace. For years, an unsettling anxiety throughout the Kingdoms rang as peace between them began to strain. Chapter 1 It was until one Summer’s morning, where our story begins. The goblin Queen Caelus, awoke as if it were any other morning. She yawned, her stout, shortstack frame stretching to greet the day. Her large pointed ears perked up, hearing the wisp of the wind gently sway the trees seen from the opening in her mountain castle. Her long, flowing purple-gray hair accentuating her nude body (goblins don’t wear clothing in their sleep), her soft and squishy body that had a noticeable bulge in her abdomen. Like any other morning, Queen Caelus always had an urge to relieve herself, just as anyone else would in the morning. The queen had a strong bladder, and loved to drink the various nectars and juices from the fruit of the forest, or even better, the alcohol looted from the occasional traveler. Being a goblin, her skin and body was stretchy for the sake of resilience, allowing, in combination with her large fluid consumption, to produce a hefty bulge in her abdomen nearly every day. Still, she felt quite an urge to pee from holding her contents all night, and made her way to her chamber’s washroom, her bladder, along with her thick thighs, curvaceous rump, and bountiful bosom, to jiggle and wobble as she strided. The washroom was nothing but a small room with two buckets, one for relieving in, and one filled with fresh spring water for which to bathe herself, fetched by her royal underlings. Like any other day, the queen squatted over her bucket and relaxed her tense pelvic muscles, ready for the small ocean of piss inside of her to go shooting out as the mass in her belly would slowly diminish. Only, neither of those things happened. Odd… The queen squatted harder, actively trying to push out her liquid burden. Nothing. She strained her face, and bit her lip, trying to expel her contents. Still nothing. Caelus was perplexed, and considerably worried. Was she sick? She forgoed the bucket and instead elected to squat further to pee onto the stone floor, now desperate to relieve herself. Despite all her strength, her urethra would not open despite all the force and liquid coming down to force it so. Panicking, she called out to her underlings, and urgently requested the appearance of the Kingdom’s goblin doctors, which by human standards, were not quite doctors at all, merely those experienced in the art of trial and error rather than medicine. The doctors sat down Caelus on her bed once again, and performed a matter of primitive procedures on the poor Queen, from trying to “push” the piss out by squeezing her bladder, to having her legs pulled back to her feet over her head, to attempting to stick small rods and pulling open her urethra as she pushed, all with no results, her desperate urethra even refusing to open at all, as if it were sealed tight. With nothing left to try, the doctors simply suggested that it will go away with time, which the Queen worryingly agreed, going on with her day with an uncomfortable but manageable load the entire time. The day passed, every few hours the queen attempted to relieve herself to no end product, and continually being told that the effect is temporary and just be patient. Nighttime rolled around, and she uncomfortably rolled into bed, tossing and turning with a throbbing, bloated bladder. The next morning and the day thereafter was much the same, and then the next day, then the day after that, and after that, until a whole week had passed until she simply could not take it anymore. Her belly looked pregnant, perhaps beyond that, as her skin stretched and swelled to contain such a large amount of boiling, sloshing pee. It had gotten to the point where her normal clothes had simply gotten too tight and small to fit her figure. She scolded the doctors and demanded a new solution as opposed to just simply waiting. However, her closest advisor and friend, Paiko, stepped forward. “Aragoza. They could help us.” The queen was detracted from her ranting to hear her out. “How would they help me? They are our enemies, why would they help us?” “Please, Caelus. It is worth a try. Or do you wish to continue this discomfort and hardship that faces you every day, and will only get worse?” Her advisor belittled, accentuating her point by sticking a finger into the stretchy bulge of piss. “Nnngh!” The queen recoiled. Seeing no other option, and utterly desperate for some form of relief, she conceded. “Fine. I don’t have much hope, but these numbskulls aren’t going to get me anywhere.” She shot a glare at the trio of doctors, avoiding her gaze by looking at the ground or whistling, gazing at the ceiling. And so later that day The queen and Paiko departed their beloved kingdom with a group of Goblins to carry her highness's royal carriage, which was more like a makeshift horse cart. Goblins, even goblin royalty, were not picky regarding aesthetics. The trip would take about two whole days, two days of torture to the queen as the beaten roads and paths bumped and rocked the poor cart and transitively her poor bladder. Each bump sloshed her tank’s content’s back and forth, putting pressure on every part of her poor body, with no way of relief. Even more tortuous was the bathroom breaks her escorts were taking, freely lifting their loincloths and peeing into the wind, sighing in relief as their queen looked beyond envious. Paiko took pity on her, trying to limit the restroom breaks herself in an attempt to be sympathetic, but she reached her limits very quickly, and sheepishly excused herself various times to what was some very well-needed pisses, herself moaning in pleasure after holding as much as she is able to share the queen’s misery. While the gesture was admirable, it did nothing to help her situation. Her stretchy composition luckily lent her well, but while she was not in any fear of physically or metaphorically exploding, her discomfort beyond comparison, as well as the bulge in her stomach as well. Perhaps a comparison could be made to a pregnant belly once more, but this was one that was nine months pregnant with triplets and quadruplets, if even that. And near the evening of the second day, the lights of Arasootas came into view over the edge of the hill, the brilliant, progressive, inclusive city shining like a beacon. A shiver went down the Queen’s spine, not just from the creeps and shivers her bladder was producing, but also in anticipation of the reaction of the people of the kingdom. The goblin kingdom was not very popular, to say the least. Would they even bother to help? Would they attack them on the spot and hold her hostage? The queen’s gut told her that this was a bad idea, going through the various probable scenarios as to what would happen upon approaching the city’s gates. But that feeling in her stomach was wildly superseded by the feeling in her bladder. Desperately looking for relief and help, she had to reach out to her kingdom’s rivals. She wearily looked at the massive city as her carriage approached the gates, her bladder churning its balloon of urine, her poor body nearing its incredible limit. To be continued.
  12. This will either be an ongoing series or a standalone story depending on the kind of response I get for it. Though this part does not have much omorashi, it lays the groundwork for the rest of the story. I wish to dedicate this story to all my readers and friends who have supported me for so long. I hope you will like it. ******* Give me a copper coin and you’ll hear a golden tale! —A storyteller’s street cry in Godswick The Iron Queen The Great Hall of the King’s Fort was a lonely place for two to sit to supper. Deep shadows climbed the walls as the torches flickered in the wind. Charlotte ate her meal and sipped from the goblet of red wine. The vintage tasted thin and sour on her tongue, the taste of the grapes still growing on her senses. The Queen had ordered the cooks to make Iwan’s favored supper tonight, egg drop soup of wispy beaten eggs in boiled chicken broth, finely chopped scallions and added condiments of black and white pepper, and along with it was trout wrapped in bacon, salad of turnip greens and red fennel and sweetgrass, pease and onions and hot bread baked fresh from the ovens. She hoped he would like it. Her son was the King now, and it was her duty to see to his wants met. He sat at the head of the table, eating methodically from his plate. The crown suited the boy, Charlotte noted, though she doubted if his young shoulders would be able to bear the burden of the throne. Many men had come and gone but none could do justice to the King’s seat. The walls of the keep were thick, yet even so, they could hear the muffled sounds of celebrations from the yard outside. Sir Randel had brought a hundred casks up from the cellars, and the smallfolk were celebrating Iwan’s nameday by hoisting mugs of nut-brown ale. The Queen had ordered the merriment to be kept as minimal as it could be. She knew it was not the time for revelries. The Daltons were sure gone, but there were still many who eyed the throne. When they were done with the supper, Charlotte kissed her son on the cheek and wished him good sleep before walking out of the hall. She strode across the cold corridors of the castle towards the Mæjester’s chambers, her soft cheeks growing warmer from the flaming torches on the walls. Her last few years on the throne were tumultuous for the realm. Her treasury had run empty due to the Great War, her troops broken in battle. Thus, she had ordered the mints to produce coins of assorted shapes and sizes made of brass and copper. Coins those were as valuable as gold or silver ones. Though her scheme seemed to work for a while, it didn’t take long for everyone to realize what a colossal blunder it was. As Mæjester Nemesius had said, “the house of every goldsmith became a mint.” The Queen’s new coinage had ‘the words of the God’ inscribed on them instead of the royal seal, and lacking in the artistic precision of design and finish, they became easy to imitate. The entire market was flooded with the fake coins in no time and the small folk could not discern between the real and the forged ones. A great problem rose for the state treasury. In other parts of the realm, the people started to pay the revenue to the crown in brass and copper and used the same coins to purchase goods and horses. It took only a while for the treasury to fill up with forged pennies. The coins became as worthless as stones and the disrupted trade and commerce sent the capital into chaos. The Queen was forced to take back all the coins of brass and copper issued by the royal mints, giving back the old gold or silver coins in return. Thousands of people exchanged their copper coins with silver or gold ones and the state treasury faced a loss incomparable. A year later, she passed an order to shift the capital from Godswick to Longford. She believed that it would help her to establish control over the fertile lands of her ancestors and to create a more accessible capital, since she believed Godswick was too down south. All facilities were provided for those who were required to migrate to Longford, but the common folk of the capital were not in favor of leaving their home and shifting to a new place. This angered Her Highness, for she ordered all people of Godswick to proceed to Longford with their belongings. The force was applied without any leniency. This move brought ruin on Godswick which for over six hundred years had grown in peace and prosperity. And though the smallfolk migrated, they showed dissent. However, soon they started to fall short of food and water at Longford and Her Highness decided to shift the capital back to Godswick, allowing the smallfolk to return to their previous city. Though the shift only happened for a few months, Godswick suffered a downfall in its stature and trade and the life of its people was plunged to ruins. ‘The foolish Queen’ she was called from then on, the Queen who now many saw inept to sit on the throne. Her following years as the regent were no better. The ever-mounting debt of the crown loomed over her, and the expenses never seemed to settle. When Iwan came of age, Charlotte agreed to the council’s suggestion to let the boy take his rightful place on the throne, thus giving them an opportunity to win back the trust of the smallfolk, while also opening the gates for a chance of forging an alliance with one of the wealthiest families in the realm through his marriage. The rope that Charlotte intended to use to climb out of the pit of debt. The shadowy walls in the Mæjester’s office were lined with shelves of large glass jars filled with potions of different colors. The medicines too made an impressive display; dozens of pots sealed with wax, hundreds of vials, as many milkglass bottles, countless jars of dried herbs, each container neatly labeled in Mæjester Nemesius’ precise hand. The Mæjester, who was measuring out powdered spine of lionfish, quickly stood up when he saw the Queen enter. He was a short and thin man, with silver hair and beard so long that they could be tucked into the belt of his robe of grey wool. He had long and skillful fingers and his eyes were grey, and quick, “Your Highness,” he greeted, keeping the beakers aside and closing the book of The Magical Drafts and Potions that he had been referring to. “My Lord” she smiled at the old man, “I hope you have found some relief from the pain in your knees.” “The only relief that old age grants is death, Your Highness” he answered with a dwindling laugh, “Tell me, my Queen, of what service can I be to you?” “My Lord, Iwan and I have decided to visit Lord Thames Gardener at Tantallon at this behest,” Charlotte said, “He wishes to marry his daughter, Lady Katherine to Iwan. They say she is a dove-eyed beauty and people have written many a song about her charm, I see there is no better match for my son than her.” “A wise decision, Your Highness” Mæjester Nemesius said, “The House of Gardener has always been a loyal support to the crown and I think Lady Katherine would be a suitable wife to our beloved King” the old man added. “Very well then,” she spoke, “Ask Lord Rickard to make necessary arrangements for our journey, we shall begin early on the morrow.” “As it please you, Your Highness” he bowed. Charlotte gave him a smile before she turned around and left. There was one last person she had to meet before she retired for the day. She entered the small chamber where Little Farlen lay in his bed wrapped in blankets. Tears flowed from his eyes as the muffled sounds of his cries filled the room. Farlen was Queen Charlotte’s ward, sent to the capital from Herstmonceux to be fostered at her express command. He had cried the day his Lord Father had sent him away and he was crying still. Maybe ten was too tender an age to be ripped away from one’s family, but Charlotte knew that boys went to war at this age. Mæjester Nemesius had said that the boy needed to spend more time with the other children, yet Charlotte knew that he needed affection and care more than anything else. “My Lord?” she teased him with a smile, “Are you still awake?” Charlotte took a seat next to him on the bed and was stunned to realize that it was wet. Though she was shocked, the Queen did not show it outwardly. She calmly took the boy out of the bed and bathed him before putting him in his dry clothes. It was the third time Little Farlen had wet his bed in a week and Charlotte wondered if the boy had always had this problem. “You wouldn’t tell anyone, would you?” he asked, all gloomy. “I promise, I won’t” Charlotte replied with a smile, “But you must make a promise too..” “W-what promise?” the boy asked. “That you won’t be sad because of this, it is human nature dear, everyone needs to pee” she smiled at him. She knew that kind words could be short and easy to speak, but their echoes were truly endless. She hoped it would make him feel better but the sullen look on the boy’s face only grew deeper. “You wouldn’t know how it feels to have an accident” he cried out, “It feels horrible!” “I know, my sweet” she said. “No, you don’t!” Farlen argued, “You’d know if you wet yourself!” Her cheeks burned in embarrassment, his words reminded her of certain incidents of the past. Humiliating incidents that the Queen had kept hidden in the vault of her mind, but maybe it was time to let them out, “My Lord, I’m going to tell you a little secret, but you’d have to promise me that you won’t ever tell it to anyone, promise?” “A-a secret?” the boy repeated, of course he liked secrets, “I won’t tell anyone, I swear!” “Alright then” Charlotte said, hesitation overridden by the sense of goodwill, “T-the secret is that even I have wet myself, not once but twice and that too in front of people!” she hoped her confession would make him feel better or at least wipe away the gloomy look on his face, but believing that the mighty Queen could have an accident came to be a little hard for the boy, he thought for a moment and then said, “That’s not true! You’re saying this to make me feel better,” he felt desolate and maybe even worse than before to know the Queen would lie to him. “No, really I have, my sweet” she said, now fearing if she had made a mistake letting the boy into her secret, what if he went around and told this to everyone? But there was no going back now. “So, why didn’t you just go to the privy?” he asked innocently, wiping his tears with the back of his hand, beginning to believe her story and feeling a bit better to have someone he could share his embarrassment with. “I tried but I couldn’t get to one before it was too late,” she said, breaking the eye contact as humiliation filled her. “That must have been embarrassing,” Farlen said. “It was.” “You could have waited a little longer, adults are not supposed to wet themselves.” Charlotte fluttered her eyes and smiled faintly at the innocence of the boy, only if he knew how badly she had to go, how much her bladder was bursting, he would have never said such a thing. Waiting any longer had become impossible. She remembered the warmth on her trembling inner thighs and the sheer volume of urine during both her accidents, the boy’s embarrassment would have vanished in an instant had he seen her wetting herself on either of those fateful days. She knew that compared to her, Farlen’s embarrassment must be nothing. Yet she wanted to make the boy feel better. “Is there anything I can do for my little lord to wipe that gloomy look off his face?” Charlotte asked softly, hoping to get something from the boy. And when she saw him still sullen and desolate, she had a thought. She waited a few more seconds, as if deciding if she really wanted to say the next words out of her mouth, but then decided to say it anyway, “Well if you want, you could control when I get to go to the privy,” Charlotte couldn’t believe what she had just said. She was giving the little boy the control of how long she’d have to wait to empty her bladder. She wondered that maybe this was a brainless thought and if it would make any difference but she was willing to do anything to take the boy out of his misery. “I-I don’t get it” Farlen said confounded, unsure if what he understood by the Queen’s words was exactly what she meant to say. “Well, my sweet, if you’d really want, if you think it’d make a difference, I mean, you could control when…well, when I get to go to the privy. That way even if you still wet the bed at night, you can be in charge of when I get to piss, that’ll give you a sense of control” she explained it to him in a soft yet playful voice. “But you’ll have to promise to be nice to me,” she ended with a faint beam. Farlen nodded in agreement, with a heartfelt smile on his face for the first time in weeks. He knew this was going to be fun. The Queen smiled at the obvious improvement in the boy’s mood, “Good, now go to sleep, we have a long journey tomorrow.” She pulled up his sheets for him before giving him a peck on the forehead as she left the room. Late at night when the castle was asleep, the knock came at the Queen’s door, loud and unexpected. Charlotte stopped pouring the wine into the cup, frowning. “What is it?” Aldred’s voice came through the door. “My Queen, Mæjester Nemesius is without and begs urgent audience.” “You told him I had left orders not to be disturbed?” “Yes, my Queen. He insists.” “Alright, send him in.” Mæjester Nemesius was shown in before the door was closed behind him. He saw Her Highness standing near the table beside her bed, pouring her favorite red wine into the goblet. He could see her flowing silk brown hair running down her back, it looked as if her robes were open from the front. “My Queen,” he said to her, “pardon for disturbing your rest. There was a message.” “A message? At this hour of the night?” she turned and walked towards him. He saw her breasts, the nipples that were shades deeper of brown and the thick black bush at the juncture of her thighs, a coarse, untamed forest of hair six inches long. She was much hairier than any woman he had seen before. She tied her robes before she took the parchment from his hand and unrolled it. As her eyes slowly moved along the words a sigh escaped her throat. “What does it say?” Nemesius asked. “Lord Hadrian of Etonbury… he is no more….. a fever took him” she said, turning back around. She went to the table and lifted the goblet of wine to drink it down at once. “He was a good man, may the God grant him rest,” he said.
  13. From the album: Yor's Christmas Desperation

    While at the mall for Christmas shopping Yor Forger from Spy x Family ends up with a very full bladder from all the tea she drank earlier at home. So she decides to take a quick break from shopping and starts looking for a bathroom but unfortunately the one she found was Out of Order. Now she either looks for another bathroom and risks that she might be late for Christmas or tries to hold what feels like an ocean of pee inside her until she finishes shopping and gets back home.
  14. Hey all! This is a story I thought up kinda on the fly. After posting a very explostive, story driven chapter in "The Green Dam and the Water Golem", I wanted to write something a little shorter, easier and more fun that I kinda spitball together and update occasionally. It'll serve as a nice break after the struggle I've been having recently! This story is loosely inspired by "The Never Pee Land", a great story about extreme desperation in an interesting setting. The story features male desperation, which isn't my cup of tea, but I thought it was a great story nonetheless. I wanted to write a story with a similar premise but with female desperation, and this is what I came up with! I hope you enjoy the read and feel free to provide some feedback! I always love reading your guy's comments! Now, on with the show! Character text colors: ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A long time ago in a land far away… A small kingdom lived during the dawn of the middle ages. This kingdom is one not of great power, but of great peace. A kingdom based on the values of neutrality, equality, and love of its people. A truly respectable nation indeed, where even during a time where wars raged and power struggled to find a solid head, this kingdom swore to peace and neutrality. Royalty during this time was expected to seek and gain land and power, alliances and rivalries formed and broke, resulting in the tumultuous and poorly documented span of time we've come to know as the dark ages. Many of the alliances between nations, ill-fated or otherwise, were the result of political marriages between royalty. Kings marrying queens, heirs marrying heirs, nations being married to each other solely on the basis of a single marriage between their royals. However, this little peaceful kingdom was different. Founded on the belief of neutrality, this small kingdom refused to aggravate nor alliance with its neighbors. This included the infamous political marriage. Thus, the royals of our fair kingdom always married those within their borders, based on love and compatibility, rather than on political advantages and strategy. Yes, the king always married a woman of his dreams, to which his heir would do the same as a prince, wed to a woman that would eventually become a princess and eventually a queen as the prince gained the throne from his father when he was deemed unfit to rule due to age or illness. Thus the cycle continued happily and steadily for generations as the bloodline grew rich and famed as a stable, peace-loving, egalitarian royal family. * * * One fateful day, the king of our story, King Henry Juelas IV, addresses his lone son of 21 years, Prince Richard Barone III, with a lecture all kings of the kingdom eventually give their sons. "Richard. You are now a young lad that I am proud to have as my son, and as my heir." "Father, thank you. Everything I have learned is a result of your fair rule and lessons you passed down to me." Barone knelt on one knee. "Yes, however God has made us mortal, our flesh and bones will eventually rot and my mind will not be as sound as it is now as a ruler. Eventually I must step down and you must take my place." "Of course father. I would be honored to take your position when the time comes." "And, every king needs a queen to stand beside him, to love him, to relax him, and to provide an heir to our faithful bloodline." "Yes, father." "You will find yourself a loving woman to be made your wife, and eventually, your queen. You may choose whoever you wish, with whatever method you wish, as long as you love her and she loves you. Only then your love will prosper, and your marriage be revered, and fruitful, along with your rule." "Of course, father. I will get to work at once to find my perfect woman to be made at once. I'll be off!" Barone sped out of the throne room, eager to find a woman fit for him. Prince Barone had been waiting for this moment to come for years. Given approval to find his beloved had been something he'd dreamed about for years, and now he can make his fantasies come true. Prince Barone was a handsome, sharp, fit royal from his studies and athletics that many women regarded him as the most charming Prince the royal bloodline has seen yet. He was a natural hit with the ladies, and many of them would do anything to be made his princess. Prince Barone had one quirk about him, however. He very much enjoyed the appearance and behavior of a very full bladder. Even as a young man his servant girls and maids worked tirelessly with very few breaks, leading them to hold very full, bulging bladders in their skirts. He would often hear them whine and complain of failing to find relief for hours, if not days. He would regularly catch them squatting in corners and on the royal lawn, finally giving into their desperate need, begging the prince not to spill the beans to his father, all the while still pissing gushers, unable to stem the flow. The plight of the service girls is a result of only a single chamberpot in their dorms. Two dozen girls would only have a short time during their breaks to relieve themselves, and when they came, a line formed full of desperate, squirming, bulging-bladdered girls. And the chamberpot could only hold so much piss, only a few girls were able to have the privilege to relieve themselves before it was filled to the brim with urine, and was unable to hold any more desperately needed pees until it could be emptied. The royals the girls served would be more than understanding enough to provide a solution, but the situation would be so embarrassing none of them were willing to speak up. * * * Barone’s most enjoyable experience was catching a particularly beautiful servant girl using his chamberpot, thinking that he had gone out for a long time. She begged him not to report this incident and have her dismissed, and the Prince did no such thing, on the condition that she hold her piss for him. Three full days passed without passing her waters, all while having to complete her duties and stay hydrated. By the end of the third day the poor girl was begging the prince for relief, with claims that she would explode any moment and with her bladder bloated like that of a pregnant woman on the verge of going into labor. The night of the third day, the Prince called the servant girl to his quarters. She stood there, clutching her nethers, legs twisted in a knot, with a throbbing, bulging, sloshing bladder full of her waters. “My prince… I am at my limit! I simply cannot hold a minute longer, I have been pushing my poor peehole back with my hands to avoid soiling my dress. I feel my poor urethra full of hot piss and my bladder… my bladder is so full and bloated… I’ve never felt such pressure in my life… Please, your highness, let me take a much needed pee…” “You poor servant girl. You have done well to hold such a vast amount for such a long time. While I would be lying in saying I did not enjoy your struggle, I believe your restitution is complete for using my personal chamberpot. You may relieve your burden of urine. I am even letting you use my personal privy that you have originally committed your grievance.” The servant girl didn’t need to listen any longer, she bolted to the Prince’s privy and painfully went through the process of undoing her uniform, hopping from foot to foot in desperate fervor, while the prince watched in the privy doorway. Finally, the poor servant girl was able to tear down her undergarments and slammed her curvy hindquarters on the chamberpot rim. She immediately started a waterfall of piss that echoed violently in the pot, while she moaned and lolled her tongue out at the immense relief she felt after forgoing the restroom for three entire days. Her massive bladder bulge deflated slowly as she urinated, still with the force of a rapid river, as she clearly enjoyed her relief. After several minutes of non-stop pissing, the servant girl finally relented her stream as it slowed to a trickle to eventually just a few drops. With a loud sigh of relief, she stood up, her butt imprinted with the rim on the chamberpot from such a long piss. The chamberpot was completely full from being empty just minutes before, a light yellow ocean of urine rippling in the container. The servant girl’s behind was speckled with the backsplash of her torrential relief, as the prince handed her some paper to dry herself. “Thank you my prince… I am truly grateful for you to let me be relieved, and to let me off from my misjudgement.” “You are very welcome. You have done well to hold on for so long. Now, do not let me catch you again using my personal privy or I will make you forgo relief for six days instead.” Barone lied, he would love the servant girl to defy him so he could enact an ultimatum to have her hold for even longer, seeing what kind of bladder bulge and capacity she was capable of. “Of course, my prince, I will never do it again, I bid you farewell!” And with that, she was on her way. * * * The prince’s enjoyment of a woman’s bulging, desperate bladder was not limited to his servant’s. He wishes for his bride to have the biggest, most capacious, most bulging bladder of the kingdom. In fact, it would be his main requirement for a wife. He sped quickly to his quarters to prepare an announcement to the kingdom that he was looking for a wife to be made his princess. The primary requirement? The woman to be made his bride must hold her waters for no less than 100 hours, while drinking what is demanded of her. To be continued. 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  15. Hi, its been a while but here is the start of my next story. Been working on it for months but haven't found the time or motivation to write it, so im sort of forcing my hand by posting the first part to get the ball rolling whether I feel ready or not haha. Story does / will include scenes of a sexual nature and some bladder filling through catheters later on down the line. Although I dont tend to go into graphic depictions of it. The Company Retreat. Chapter 1: Complications Breathing heavily Demi continued to run, each footfall sending shockwaves through her aching body as she gasped for breath. Starting in her heel they reverberated up her long slender legs, past her toned backside and into her core. It was there that Demi could feel it, the sensation she had been waiting for all week as part of her routine. The throbbing, tingling inside her abdomen from a bladder full to capacity. She didn’t exactly know when she had first noticed the thrill and sense of sexual excitement that it brought, but now in her late twenties she had become an expert in prolonging and maximising it. Although, given living with a flatmate that she also worked with, it had been hard to find time to enjoy it lately. But with her friend gone for the next few days she had the entire weekend to herself and was starting it out as she meant to go on. The drinks she had downed this morning and the contents of the empty water bottle in her left hand now being heavily restricted by the tight gym clothes she was wearing, the lycra navy shorts a size to small technically but doing exactly the job she wanted them to do. The fire between her legs burning much brighter than the ache from her other muscles and overriding all complaints from her bladder. But approaching the housing estate she lived on, she couldn’t help sigh a little in relief. For the last mile she had been worrying she had overdone it in her eagerness. The extra drinks compared to when she usually did this, increasing the desperation she was feeling to a level where if she had started 20 minutes later she would have worried about being caught short. In reality she knew she could last longer, her muscles well trained after years of playing sport and holding at each and every opportunity that came her way. But the possibility of wetting herself was all part of the fantasy swirling around her lustful and horny mind. It had been months since she had been able to enjoy it more openly, having to sneak in a hold here and there but they were never the same. Her morning run one example, but with Jessie her flatmate joining her, she limited herself to stop any outwards displays. Although, she still got the occasional comments from her friend about how much she was drinking. Crossing the street she checked once again to see if her bottle was empty, it was just like it had been 10 minutes, 5, 2 and 30 seconds ago when she had gone to drink from it. Her eagerness not driven by thirst but longing to load up on more liquids. There was no reason to hide it today. She would make it home nice and hydrated, continue to drink and then see if she could make it through lunch. There was a new eat in Sushi restaurant in town with large windows on three sides, it seemed to always be at capacity. Something she also wanted to be when she went there later, Although, given the light pulses coming from her bladder each time her foot met the concrete, she might have to tone down the large litre bottle she had set out for her on return. After all it was the desperation and fullness she was into, she had no real wish to pee herself in public, the humiliation and shame were real and worrying consequences to her. Although, she would have been lying if the all too real consequences didn’t heighten the other more pleasurable feelings. However, as she rounded the corner of her street she saw something strange, her housemates car was parked outside. It had been gone this morning, the company trip setting off at 7am and it was almost 8 now. Unable to sleep in excitement she had even heard Jessie leave before she got up. Arriving at her house and testing the door handle she found it open and stepping inside she could hear rustling coming from her room. “Jessie?” She called out, the door to her room opening and a slightly stressed woman standing there. Deep tan lines coming out of her strapless crop top that covered a rather ample set of breasts, the half Colombians body the envy of many women who wanted the sumptuous and wide hipped shape that she had. Although few knew how hard her friend had to work to maintain it. “I thought you were…” Demi started before being cut off. “Where have you been, you need to grab that bag I packed for you and we need to go. Jonathan had to back out of the trip because his Nan died or cat died or something, so you get to come. “ Jessie said pointing to a bag in the corner. “Is he ok?” Demi asked, pressing her legs together for a moment “Yeah im sure he is fine.” Jessie added dismissively cramming a coat into the already filled bag. “O…ok, well I will just go and change.” Demi started. “There is no time. We are already late, why didn’t you answer your phone!” Jessie continued, waving her hands around dramatically. Opening her small running belt Demi found the dozen hydration tables she had forgotten about and her phone, which switching it on revealed 9 missed calls and several messages from Jessie. Her attention all aimed inwards and causing her to miss the gentle vibrations from her phone. “Sorry” Demi smiled sheepishly. “Yeah well, let go, now!” Jessie replied, grabbing Demi by the hand and pulling her out of the house without another word. Getting in Jessie’s car Demi felt her bladder throb, but pulling the seatbelt across she reminded herself that this is what she wanted. Besides, it was just a 15 minute drive to the airport and for an international flight she would have plenty of time to pee before boarding. Although part of her wondered what take-off would feel like with a bladder full to the brim, the sudden acceleration compressing it down inside her. But as the car turned on she shook that mental image to the back of her mind, she had read one too many stories of people wetting themselves when the seat belt light doesn't turn off to actually want to try it, no matter how hot she found those she had read. Trying to distract herself she started checking through her bag packed by Jessie and was happy to see her friend had managed to get everything she could possibly need. The brunette always being the more organised of the two so it made sense she would know what to bring, even when she was in a slight panic. “I put that bottle of water you left out in too in case you need a drink” Jessie said as the pulled onto the main road. “Thanks” Demi smiled, not wanting to raise any questions she picked up the bottle and took a large swig from it. Carefully screwing the top back she placed it back in the bag. Although, given it was a flight she would have to get rid of it before going through security. The voice in the bag of her head telling her to just chug it now and enjoy it, but thankfully on this case her better judgement won out. Leaning back she crossed her legs tightly, allowing herself to focus on the feeling in her bladder. The urgency she had felt was much lesser now, making her realise it was mostly all in her head anyway. The dull ache of her full bladder still causing her some discomfort, but it was the fact her weeks plan had been completely ruined that was upsetting her most. She knew that Jessie was probably just thinking it would be good for her to be at this retreat, it would let them get to know a few of the others she worked with. Despite having worked at the company for years together she never really had gotten to know any of them other than Jessie. It would also look good for any promotions she would go for in the future. She had been in this position for almost 6 years now, many people had come and gone but she had just been stuck there, some of the others referring to her as a “lifer”. Demi could think of worse things to do than marketing, but at the same time if she ever wanted to own a house she would need a better paying job. “Right come on, they are waiting for us” Jessie said, hurriedly parking the car a few minutes later. Looking out of the window they were not at the airport but at work. What made it worse was the mini-bus parked across from them, their boss standing with her arms folded and a glare on her face that clearly showed she wasn’t happy with them. “I thought you said Demi would be good to go, you have been more than an hour.” Their boss started at Jessie, her cold and unnerving gaze enough to stop a charging bull. “Im sorry, there were some complications.” Jessie said, trying to be diplomatic, heaving a bag into the back of the minibus. “Well, I don’t care. We have a booked room this evening at the lodge that we need to get to on time. I wont have our business wasting money booking things, only for people like you two, to make us miss the appointments. Now lets go!” Loading her bag and getting on the bus Demi grabbed a seat by the window, re-crossing her legs and placing a hand between them. It would be fine, she told herself. She had already been planning on holding it for another couple of hours, aiming to make it through lunch. She had held it plenty of times in past and hadn’t really had an accident in years. Most of her "accidents" usually just her peeing herself in the brief moments of secrecy and timed between Jessie appearing or not. Thinking about it, it wasnt since she was at uni that she had actually wet herself properly, the really memorable time was when she had found herself bursting to after holding it from Friday morning all through her lectures and even a night out with pint after pint of cider. But getting back to halls she had kept holding it on her bed, by 1am her whole body was awake with electric energy as she bounced on her heel with a hand in her pants. Alcohol lowering her inhibitions and making her tipsily push her body further and further. Only for the fire alarm to go off just at the wrong moment, her RA banging on all their doors as someone in the corridor opposite burnt their pizza. She had been forced from her bed, bladder quivering with need to stand in the cold with all her flat mates. After 17 hours it was impossible to hide her bladder bulge or desperate antic’s, many of her housemates watching on or even laughing at the predicament. It was still one of the most embarrassing, painful and erotic moments of her life. Somehow she had survived the 30 minutes wait for the security team to arrive and confirm the building was in fact not burning down. As soon as they had said it was ok to go in she had rushed in, through to her room and slammed the door shut. Her control immediately failing before she could reach her en-suite. She had stood just inside the bathroom wetting herself and furiously masturbating to 1, 2, 3, countless orgasms as pain gave way to sheer pleasure. How many times had she thought about that night over the last few years, she missed the freedom of those more carefree and explorative years. Feeling the engine turn on Demi couldn’t help but let out a little sigh, but embarrassingly it wasn’t in desperation. Despite the fact she was surrounded by her colleagues, it seemed the pleasure she had been building up inside herself was going nowhere, not helped by her reminiscing about that night. The gentle vibrations causing ripples in her bladder and goose bumps to form all over her body. Her subconscious doing its best to humiliate her as she went wide eyed, a familiar tingling starting to develop inside her. She was now stuck on a bus for who knows how long and without access to a bathroom, one of her ultimate fantasies. She would never have designed it this way, but that didn’t stop her head feeling a little lighter headed than normal. Swallowing deeply and feeling her nipples hardening against the tight fabric of her sports bra she tried to focus on something else, anything else! “Alright ladies” Her boss said standing up at the front. Thank goodness…Demi thought. “So we have to be in Bern (Switzerland) by 6pm and thanks to our tardy colleagues here.” She said indicating to them both, “we are running over an hour late. To fix this we are going to have to cut out a number of our stops on the way there. We had scheduled 5, each around 15 minutes.” She continued, pulling out a large itinerary of everything they were supposed to be doing. “But in light of the delay this morning I’m afraid we are only going to be able to make one stop.” “But what abut...comfort breaks?” Sally brought up, the small petite woman known for two things, her love of hamsters and frequent toilet breaks at the office. Even at work functions she would usually be the one asking around to see if anyone else needed to go. A strange need to socialise when peeing, or perhaps to make her fell less like she was the only one who needed too. “We are all grown women, you just have to hold it. Its only a few hours and we will stop in France.” Their boss continued before taking the drivers seat at the front. Starting to pull out of the large car park and heading off for the corporate retreat, Demi couldn't believe what she had just heard. --------------------------------------------------- Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of this new story. Then next couple of chapters are more or less written so should be out relatively soon. If you have any thoughts or comments I would love to hear them!
  16. *I've been promising @OmoNadia that I would do some writing for her and today I finally landed on a concept that I like! This will be updated along in short snippets I can write on my phone so please forgive any strange formatting. I hope you enjoy!!* -- [Day 1] A young lady named Nadia was walking quickly along a stone path in a forest, dressed in a purple top which revealed her cleavage, belly and shoulders quite a bit, but covered her arms with loose sleeves, her hands were placed over the front of her black skirt to prevent the breeze from pushing it upward. Nadia's walking pace was rather quick, but her legs stuck close together, squeezing against each other tightly which made for a rather awkward position for the woman to rush around in, as is quite obvious by her pose, she's searching for a bathroom. In truth, a few droplets had already escaped her, spreading a wet spot at the crotch of her white & purple striped panties, making it clingy and bothersome for the desperate girl, despite all this she didn't dare to get into a full run, as jostling her bladder was the last thing she could take. So she fast-walked with her thighs pressing together all the way, sometimes wondering if her striped thigh-highs - which of course matched her panties - would become prone to creating static shock... She hoped not, as a hearty zap would be more than enough to cause a leak. Now with sweat running down her forehead and her caramel hair an utter mess from running against the wind, Nadia thankfully caught a lucky break, just over another little hill and past a rocky path, there was a toilet! Just a lone, pristine toilet off to the side of the path. Before the desperate lady could even attempt to question the presence of the toilet in such a random spot, her bladder sent another pang which crawled all the way up her spine. Seeing how futile it would be to delay her own relief any further, Nadia simply accepted this blessing from the forest, and immediately dragged her panties down to her knees as she rushed to plop her squishy butt down on that oh so inviting toilet. Just having her ladyhood exposed to the open air made her desperation spike, and for a brief moment she actually did lose it, just as she hovered her butt over the seat it leaked out, thankfully falling into the bowl, Nadia sighed, then moaned from the much needed relief - which had only just started! ...However, much to her dismay, a strange presence disturbed her relief, the strange feeling of being watched immediately triggered her pee-shyness, and her sphincter slowly, painfully closed up, cutting off her much needed relief... Though this brought incredible discomfort to the young lady, it was a blessing in disguise, because just as she was about to call out for the potential stalker, he... They revealed themselves! 2 burly men in plate armor and one... Horrifying construct of eyes and tendrils approached from the shadows, surrounding Nadia at a most compromising position, their sudden appearance momentarily broke her shyness barrier, and a leak escaped her still aching bladder our of fear, echoing loudly against the porcelain of the toilet bowl, which angered the men in armor... "How dare you?!" One of them called out, threatening Nadia with his sword "You've disturbed the ritual, now we must start all over again!" The other armored man exclaimed, though he remained in a more neutral stance. Scared of what else could happen, Nadia did her best to cut off her stream of pee once again, depriving herself of a much needed relief in hopes to appease the swordsman threatening her. "Please, sir!" - She pleaded - "Don't hurt me! I didn't mean to do anything bad! Please sir, I've just been holding it in so long... I needed relief and I saw this toilet out here, I could not resist!" Upon hearing this, the swordsman sighed, and addressed his fellow man: "I told you it was a bad idea to disguise the cursed cauldron as a toilet..." - He said, sheathing his sword "Well I don't see you learning any illusion spells... It's all I had!" - His associate replied - "That's besides the point anyhow, this girl pissed in it! We need to make the whole mixture again!" "But the noble one has already begun to awaken!" Nadia assumed the 'Noble one' the man was referring to was the strange creature made of eyes and tentacles standing behind her, this was a lot to take in, firstly that she was witnessing some kind of magic occurence - potentially a cosmic horror scenario no-less, with these two armored men summoning a strange tentacle creature for what were certainly going to be nefarious purposes... Worst of it all, she couldn't just leave now, nor could she relieve herself, not with the strange creature staring at her, much less with the big men standing at her sides, one of whom was armed and the other apparently capable of casting spells. By the time Nadia came to, the men had come to some sort of agreement: "Then it's decided! The woman shall serve as a sacrifice!" "What?!" - Nadia yelled - "No!! Please, I don't want to die!" She pleaded as she prepared to leap off the toilet, foregoing any sense of pride for the sake of her survival, but thankfully, she didn't need to jump and run for it, as the amored wizard quickly clarified. "You won't die, miss. Forgive this miscommunication, my brother's not well versed in the arts. What I meant is that - since your DNA has merged with the magic essence, the Noble One requires you to serve as his tether into our realm... So from now on, we must use you as the cauldron for our magic essence." Nadia dreaded those words, because deep down her mind had already connected the dots... "C-Can't I at least pee first?" "No, the bond has already been created, we must finish the ritual through your body, every drop of essence is critical to the Noble One's awakening!" "Well... How long is this ritual, sir?" "6 Months." - The swordsman replied, just as the wizard made some strange signs with his hands... "And to ensure our progress isn't lost, I shall bind you to the roots beneath us, you cannot escape this forest, and you will serve as the vessel for the Noble One's magic essence!" "I can't hold for six months! That is insane! Please, let me go!!" Nadia begged, but the armored men had already made their decision. "You will hold for 6 months... Or we will feed your flesh to the Noble one." Nadia hoped the swordsman was just bluffing, but the wizard confirmed it, and the mass of eyes and tendrils stared hungrily at Nadia... She believed it. With no other choice, the lady had to accept her fate as a magical vessel, the wizard would proceed with a chain of spells, all focused on making Nadia more capable of holding in all the 'essence'. None of it granted her bladder any relief from the pain, however, and as she pulled her panties back up, the little damp spot clung to her ladyhood, teasingly reminding her of the much needed relief she couldn't get today, and wouldn't get for the coming 6 months. Thus began Nadia's first day as a "magic cauldron" for the awakening of some eldritch beast, which she already started at her very limit of desperation, and yet she somehow knew those men and the monster would find a way to push her further... Could she really hold for half a year after this? Just thinking about it filled her heart with fear.
  17. From the album: Yor's Christmas Desperation

    I tried dividing the page in half so it might be easier to read it here.
  18. As you know I closed commissions some time ago and it may stay like that for a while beause there are a couple of comics that I want to finish before I get back to accepting them. However I keep getting mesages on ideas or being asked when I will open them again and I'm starting to feel bad admiting they are closed (and may also accidentally ghosted a few people which is not helping me feel better) so as to not disapoint everyone that is looking forward to new artwork I decided to do this new kind of thread. Basically, I have noticed that my usual method of drawing has become too slow and whenever I allow people to give me ideas they come faster than I can draw them. Because of this I am planning to go for a much less detailed style with which I can (hopefully) not only keep up but keep making progress on those comics I refered to earlier whithout getting bored of doing the same thing for months. Here are some of the things I have drawn so far with this style (this one is a bit long so you may have to open it in a new window to see it) One more thing I should mention is that I'm not going to be looking for requests/commissions that were made while they were closed or people that were asking when they would open because my memory sucks and I can only remember around 3 of them.
  19. I haven’t pooped in four days. I didn’t even know I could hold this much inside of me. I’ve never waited this long before. When I went on this camping trip with some of my friends, I expected there to be a little more toilet privacy. Maybe an outhouse, at least. We’re staying in a camper van, one where the bathroom is separated from everything by a thin door which you can hear everything through. Everything. Anytime someone has used the bathroom, it’s been a subject of awkward laughter for everybody else. You can hear the fan go on, but it doesn’t help the noise, and it barely helps the smell. I haven’t been able to bring myself to use it. I’ve been bloated and sluggish, hiding my discomfort from them to the best of my ability. It’s been torture struggling to hold it in while I pee. I’m currently sitting on the toilet, desperately holding my buttcheeks together, squirming as quietly as I can. I have to jolt to retract the prairie dogs. Within a few torturous seconds of careful, directed relaxion, I was urinating hard. Last piss of the night. We leave in the morning, thank god. Letting out only my urine in this state isn’t impossible if my bladder’s full enough. If I have to pee really bad, I hardly have to relax on purpose. And as my rectum swelled with waste, it pressed up against my bladder, and led me to feel like I need to urinate more frequently. I crawled into the bottom bunk and started anxiously tossing and turning, begging my body to fall asleep so I don’t have to keep thinking about how badly I needed to go to the bathroom. I was starting to sweat, and unable to retain a pent-up fart I’d been holding in all day any longer. I hoped to god nobody was awake to hear or smell it. It released like nothing, sounding like playing cards around a bicycle wheel. The next one cramped, hurting me for a while as the gas moved down through my intestines, but the pressure was soon relieved in a long, hot fart that basically left my body on it’s own accord. This was what was happening until I finally, somehow, fell asleep. When I woke up, I swear it was about 20% more urgent. I didn’t think I’d ever been desperate to poop like that before. Occasionally, it was due to the consistency, but rarely on the volume alone. I was swelled up like a balloon with gas and waste. I scooted to the side of the bed, greeting my friends as casually as I could, who were cooking breakfast and getting dressed. I shifted around nervously, leaning my weight from buttcheek to buttcheek. I moved my foot under me and dug my bottom into my heel, eyeing the toilet longingly. The discomfort was extreme. I needed to pee, too, but I was no longer confident in my ability to retain my poop while sitting on the toilet anymore. And at this point, I’d probably clog it. I denied the offer of breakfast, but after a minute of persuasion, I caved in. I piled scrambled eggs and toast on top of it all, plus a glass of orange juice. I wondered if any of them notice my behavior, or how bloated I’m getting. I may be dying to shit, but I needed to be less in my head about this or they were going to start to get suspicious. Sitting to my left at this table was Lizzie, a tomboyish, somewhat heavyset girl with pink and blue pigtails. Across from us was Daphne, curly haired and covered in freckles, and Alani, my best friend. She had her black hair up in a messy bun, and a shirt about two and a half sizes too big. “Do you guys think we should stop somewhere cool on the way home?” I said, hoping to be able to poop somewhere on the way. “Whoa, Alexa’s talking again!” Alani noticed, “I was getting worried.” “I’m not used to not sleeping in my own bed,” I explained lightheartedly, fighting to keep from farting. “I’m tired, but I still wanna do stuff.” “I gotta get the van back by four,” Daphne said. She didn’t mean the camper. That stayed behind. We took her parent’s cramped van up here. “Aw, come on,” Lizzie said, “we can stop somewhere cool for a minute.” “Maybe, like, a gas station!” “Not if we leave now,” Alani supported. “Let’s find a place to go! Where’d you have in mind, Alexa?” “I don’t wanna pick,” I said, fidgeting and pressing my thighs together. My morning pee wanted out pretty badly, too. I think I had a good few hours of retention left in me before I popped, plenty of time to get back home. “Well, I gotta poop, so let me know,” Alani hopped off the seat and entered the bathroom. While we talked, we heard the toilet seat drop and her butt make contact. We heard the pattering of her pee, then a couple of plops. Everyone smirked and tried to talk over it. We heard the paper rustling and ripping, then a couple of wipes and the toilet flush. I wish I shared their bodily confidence. Somebody mentioned an antique store and everyone seemed on board with it. We got in the car and started off. The dirt path leading off the campsite was so bumpy that it mercilessly sloshed my excretion around inside me, increasing my discomfort tenfold. My morning pee yearned to be drained, but my feces was cramping with urgency. We couldn’t get to this antique store fast enough. It took an hour to get there. By then, my situation was pretty dire. I was sweating and my hands were clammy. I couldn’t hear my stomach over the music, but I could feel it’s contents churning. I literally couldn’t hold a few farts in, but luckily the windows were open. We pulled in and I was the first one out, stepping around and putting a little pressure on my behind when nobody was looking. The building was rustic, perfect for an antique store, characteristic of the area we were visiting. I hurried inside, but my friends were close behind so I didn’t ask for the restroom just yet. I waited until they got a bit into the aisles, then I slipped away. “Excuse me, where’s the restroom?” I asked pleadingly, feeling so close to relief. The old man behind the counter shook his head. “Not for the public.” I blinked. “W- I just- it’s such a long drive-“ “Gas stations on either side of this road got ‘em,” he said simply. I huffed with frustration, going back to my friends, who were genuinely looking for things to buy. I was ready to leave. My belly felt ready to explode. I passed a mirror and lifted my shirt up, inspecting the way the skin held tight around my unusually swollen midsection. I couldn’t hold in another fart. I could only get away from the others as quick as I could as it put-put-putted it’s way out of me with each step. I was nearing my limit. Hopefully, we’d stop at a gas station. If not, it’s another hour’s drive back home. When we finally got back to the car, I felt so full I wanted to throw up. I held my breath as I gingerly entered the backseat, the contact with it against my butt causing noticeable movement to the log I was holding inside me. My morning pee had grown in urgency accordingly, and I was having trouble keeping still at all. I found myself turning to desperate measures. ‘Could you do my a favor? I’m so sorry’ I sent to Alani. She gave me a confused look. ‘Of course, what?’ ‘Could you ask them to stop at a gas station?’ She paused. ‘For real?’ ‘I don’t want to ask it’ ‘Why?’ ‘Idk I’m embarrassed’ ‘Just ask it!’ I paused. ‘I can’t’ ‘Dude, why?’ I writhed in frustration, discomfort panging through my organs. ‘Could you please just ask for me? Please? I’ll buy you something there’ Alani sighed. “Do you guys think we could stop at a gas station?” Lizzie and Daphne groaned collectively. “I need to get my parent’s van back!” Daphne said. “It’ll only take a minute!” “We’ve got, like, thirty minutes left. Can you hold it?” She looked at me. “I mean, yeah.” I groaned inwardly, sinking in my seat. “I also wanted a snack,” she continued. “We got some in here,” Lizzie said. “Plus, we’ve only got, like, thirty minutes left to drive.” It was closer to an hour, but I didn’t say anything. Now the windows were up, and there was no music playing. I begged my body not to produce another fart. I could hear the gurgling of my gut over the sound of the car. After some time passed, and the urgency rose accordingly, I felt more gas bubbling up at an alarming pace. It moved rapidly through my gut and I frantically rolled down the window just in time for a hot puff of air to push it’s way out of me. It was getting bad. Really bad. So was my need to piss. I pulled up directions on my phone just to see how far we were. 35 minutes. For twenty minutes after that, I squirmed constantly and tried to distract myself, counting road signs and focusing on my phone. “Can we roll the windows back up?” Lizzie asked, “it’s so hot in here.” Hesitantly, I rolled mine up. I couldn’t imagine the embarrassment I’d feel if I audibly farted, and a reaction to the smell would worsen it intensely. My swollen bladder urgently pulsed and contracted, desperately inflicting discomfort to signal me to release it. It’d be an emergency even without the several pounds of waste backed up in my behind. I checked my phone again. 10 minutes. Suddenly, a hot pocket of gas travelled up to my anus, carrying with it urgent pressure. I was able to retain it for only a few desperate seconds. Put-put-put-put-put. “Alani!” Daphne scolded, partially joking, partially annoyed by the incoming smell. “That wasn’t me, that was one of you guys!” “Well, it definitely came from back there, and I’ve never heard Alexa fart in my life.” I kept my attention on my phone. Potentially suspicious, but I was in so much pain I could hardly stand it. My stomach bulged out and pressed up against my waistband like they were a full side too thin. While my bladder was ready to leak, my rectum was ready to explode. My sphincter contracted, and the poop that pressed against my butthole genuinely felt like it was going to come out. I jolted my body, clenching every muscle in my lower half to keep it in. It eventually retracted, but it was unbelievable how badly I needed to relieve myself. I had never needed a toilet so urgently in my entire life. Another long fart forced it’s way out of my body. Loud, hot, and almost let some of my solid waste out. I clenched my buttcheeks, grabbing desperately at my underthighs while I struggled to retain it all. I could feel my rectum spasming with exertion. “Alani!” Daphne and Lizzie said in unison, lowering their windows. I glanced at Alani, who was watching me wide-eyed. I looked away in humiliation, my face burning hotter than the sun. “I-I just really have to use the bathroom,” she said, “if you won’t stop at a gas station, don’t get mad at me if I stink the car up.” “There’s literally five minutes left! Do you want to get dropped off before Alexa?” “N-no!” she said quickly, “I’ll be fine.” I forgot I was the first person to get dropped off. Thank god. I sat on my hand as discreetly as I could, pressing into my sphincter and gyrating my hips. I was unable to keep in another rumbling fart, feeling my ass vibrate and the gas hotly pass through my fingers. It was getting exceptionally difficult not to pee on myself every time I passed gas. I saw the turn for my neighborhood come into view and let out a small sigh of relief. Only a few more minutes… My swollen belly was ready to split open. I thought I was gonna be sick, and hoped it would stay down until I got out of the car. My urge to urinate had gotten exceptionally urgent, only adding to the bloat that my fecal matter was expanding upon by the second. I was sweating so badly, I hoped nobody noticed. I couldn’t look at Alani out of shame, but I was grateful to have someone covering for me, especially when I accidentally let out a hard fart as I bent over to grab my bag. I cringed, afraid it was too obvious. “The fuck did you eat?” Lizzie said. “I don’t even know, man,” Alani laughed. As they pulled up to my apartment complex, I was stepping out of the car before they were completely stopped. They all said their variations of bye, Alexa! simultaneously. “Seeyouguys!” I said, frantically shutting the door and rushing into the building. I unfortunately had a couple flights of outdoor stairs to climb. As soon as my friend group was out of eyesight of me, I held my butt tightly. The urge to shit was unbelievable. Alarm bells were ringing and I was dripping with sweat, begging every diety I could think of not to make me mess myself when I’m this close to relief. I got to my apartment and practically threw myself into the doorway, slamming awkwardly into the unbudging door. Locked. My full, fattened gut got squished badly, forcing me into an all-out potty dance. I pressed harshly into my backside and held my crotch, writhing on the spot and pressing my thighs together with each side step. In my desperate stupor, I’d neglected to get my housekey out of my bag. I banged on the door. “Jacine!” I called desperately. When there was no answer, I did it again. “Jacine, open the door!” I begged, squirming crazily. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my neighbor opening his door to get in. I hadn’t even noticed him come up. Embarrassed, I forced my hands to my sides and settled for standing awkwardly while I knocked loudly. “Oh, god…” I whined, bending down to check under the mat. Of course we don’t have a spare key. I swung my very full backpack around and searched frantically for my key, which I usually just drop freely into the bag. It was taking so long, I started pulling out my belongings and dropping them around me, rocking back and forth in agony while I dug my heel into my butthole. I gasped when I finally found it and tried to shove it into the doorknob with my clammy, trembling hands while I was still on my knees. “Come onnn…” I whined through my clenched teeth, bouncing on my foot trying to keep my pee and poop in. I finally managed to get it. I leapt up and bolted to the bathroom, leaving all my stuff strewn about in front of my open apartment door. I slammed into the locked bathroom door in a similar fashion than before, noticing the shower water running on the other side of the door. My heart dropped. I started crying. I was clutching my crotch to hold my bursting bladder and digging my fingers in between my clenched buttcheeks, swaying my trembling body side to side. My body was screaming at me. It forced out a loud toot, my anus dilating as solid waste pressed against it, nearly forcing itself out. I squeaked and writhed on the spot, pressing against my butthole. It slowly retracted away from my quivering sphincter, remaining tremendously uncomfortable in my overfull rectum. I clutched my stomach and doubled over, thinking for a second that I was going to be sick from the intestinal pressure, when I heard the shower water cut off. I gasped eagerly, stepping side to side and wiping the tears from my face. It then occurred to me how embarrassing it would be if she saw that I was so desperate to blow up the bathroom, I dropped my stuff to the ground outside. I groaned miserably and hobbled to the door. Not daring to bend over, I dropped carefully to my knees and dug my heel into my asscrack as I gathered my belongings. My hands were shaking. Beads of sweat were on my forehead and above my upper lip. When I pushed myself up, I farted hard and peed a little, then clenched every muscle in my body to make sure those was the only things that came out. “Oww…” I groaned in agony. I dragged my bag across the ground to minimize the heavy lifting and leaned against the wall by the bathroom door. I knocked sheepishly, patting my butt with my free hand. “Jacine?” My voice trembled. I gasped when my rectum contracted and tried to force me to let it out. “Jacine!” The door cracked and her freckled face peeked out wearing a towel on her head. “Alexa! You’re back!” “Yeah, I gotta get in there now, dude…” I said urgently, trying to get in. “Wa-wait- hold on, man!” she laughed as I pushed past her into the steamy bathroom, stepping side to side with my hands behind my back while I waited for her to leave. It was humiliating, but I was absolutely desperate. “Gotta pee, huh?” she teased while she got her stuff off the sink. I swallowed nervously. “Please, Jacine, I really have to go…” I tensed up when my belly contracted and tried to void. My poop pressed against my sphincter, and I strained everything below my waist to keep it in. I pressed into my butt with the back of my hands. “All yours,” she said, leaving. The urgency skyrocketed this close to relief. I wasted no time. I frantically tore my jeans open, going up to the toilet and getting ready to let go, when I realized she’d left the door open. With tear-inducing frustration, I practically leapt over and shut the door. I couldn’t get back to the toilet fast enough. During the frantic steps to and from the door, my body suddenly forced out a spurt and the tip of my unimaginably large turd, which sat grossly against my butt in my underwear. Still filled with enough piss and shit to fill a water tower, I writhed crazily, determined to retain the rest of it while I wrestled my pants down. It fell into the toilet bowl when I finally yanked my pants down, plopping my ass down and immediately exploding. “Uhnn-“ I moaned, the massive weight finally emptying out of my tortured bottom, the ocean of pee bursting out of my pussy. My enormous waste pushed out and coiled in the toilet beneath my butt. It was bizarre to feel so much matter shift and leave my belly. It was multiple day’s worth, pounds and pounds of it. A barrage of waste and gas assaulted the toilet, forceful, constant and unyielding. I clutched my stomach and felt the tight bloating shrink turn back to it’s normal, squishy form. I had to flush two times before I was done to ensure I didn’t clog the toilet. By the time I was finished, I was drenched in sweat and almost needing to catch my breath. I couldn’t believe it was finally over with. The days of discomfort were finally over.
  20. From the album: Yor's Christmas Desperation

    Anya's concerns for Yor keeps growing so she decides to help her try not to... explode and flood the apartment. Meanwhile we see Yor accomplishing each Christmas task to distract herself from her growing need. Wrapping presents, decorating tree, etc. After doing all that she sits on the couch to take a breather, but her belly rumbles so she tries to distract herself again by making hot chocolate for everyone. The pouring didn't really help her through. Loid suggests that the three of them go out for dinner to which Yor accepts, though knowing it'll be very difficult for her.
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