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  1. 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.
  2. The other day I was reminded of an incident that happened with me and my first girlfriend. While thinking about how I could use it to write a story, I was reminded of another experience I had with the same girl. Unfortunately, these happened what must’ve been 8 or 9 years ago, and I remember almost no dialogue, and little of the context, although I remember the actual events quite well. Therefore unlike my other fictions, this story is going to be much more fictitious, and I’m going to effectively write a story that incorporates what I remember of the experiences, despite the fact that the experiences happened at different times, because I don’t remember enough to give each one their own story that is mostly accurate to what really happened. The actual omorashi bits will be mostly accurate to the real events however, as I remember them much better. Intro: It was the middle of spring, 2009. It was Friday, unfortunately, and I awoke at 7AM for another “boring” day of Primary School. I was only in Year 4, which sets this story far earlier than any of my others. (Obligatory warning that nothing illegal happens in this story because of the ag of the characters, which I am only making so young because that is literally when this happened and I want to keep this accurate as some events only make sense in the context of Primary School.) While I still wasn’t rally that exited for school, I’d much rather stay at home and read, there was an event of interest. We were going on a school trip to a Roman villa, or at least, a museum built upon the remains of one. I still remember some of this trip, it was one of the best school trips I ever went on. I woke up, and got dressed. I made myself a cup of tea, a task I had only learned to do a year prior and was still trying to refine. I remember around this time that I used to try and experiment with the brewing time to determine how long I liked, back then I liked to remove the teabag almost immediately, meaning I liked the taste of the boiled water rather than the tea, whereas now I prefer 5 or 6 minutes. (This is the problem with my memory. I don’t remember almost any dialogue from this, but I do remember how long I brewed my tea for.) I didn’t know how to cook at this age, so I simply got out the book I was reading and lounged about in the living room and read that for half an hour. I was a very different person back then to now. My family were a bit beyond on technology, our prefered physical media format was VHS, despite DVD coming out 13 years earlier, and we still used a huge armchair sized CRT for TV despite everyone else in our neighbourhood converting to LCDs or Plasma a few years earlier. While I didn’t collect retro technology back then, I wouldn’t have been surprised if you mistakenly thought I did. The reason why I spent my time reading rather than playing a computer game like most of my friends did back then was because our most up-to-date computer was a HP Pavilion dv2000 laptop, that was a museum-piece back then, coming on for 8 years old, that I still own somehow despite it being nearly 17 years old. Anyway, enough about me, my mum came downstairs later, made me some boiled duck eggs for breakfast (don’t ask me why I remember what I had for breakfast that day, I don’t know myself.) and took me to school. I entered my classroom, said hello to my friends, and sat down at a desk at the back of the classroom where I usually would sit because it had a computer on it that I would use to write stories on. I chose this one specifically because it had one of those massive old CRT monitors, rather than the much smaller LCD monitors most of the school computers had moved onto. I preferred the older monitors despite the annoying high-pitched noise they made, (I was used to it from at home though, so it didn’t really bother me.) because the LCD monitors of the day were quite fragile and some of the Neanderthals I called classmates would think it was funny to press down the screen until the liquid crystals dispersed, causing large black splotches that never healed. Nowadays that’s not so much of a problem, but back then it was awful. I used to stick with the CRT displays despite them being nearly as old as me even when I was going there because no matter how hard those idiots tried they could break them so easily. My girlfriend at the time, my first girlfriend, in fact, Sam, came and sat down next to me, and we had a conversation before class started. I never learned what Sam was short for, or at least if I did I never remembered it. I think it was probably short for Samantha, but I don’t remember. I used to know her last name too, but I forgot that a couple of years ago and now I don’t know it anymore. End of Intro: That’s the end of this one for now. It’s just the intro, but I’ll write some more later. I plan to finish my other two stories before I work on this one too much, but I want a reminder of this so I don’t forget the idea before I can write any more of this.
  3. (Yes, I finally decided to use my full username in the title) So my second commission thread (https://www.omorashi.org/topic/58267-bombs-almost-sfw-commision-thread-version-02/) was a total disaster, it's been up for over a month and no replies at all, so because of that and also because I opened a new deviant art account specifically for fetish art (https://www.deviantart.com/bombality-kink) that I want to fill with new art rather than old pieces I'm opening a request thread... again... for the third time... But I'm not planning to just do something specific like 2D or 3D art, this time if it's some form of art I have shown at some point you can request it, which includes: pixel art, 3D modeling, 2D digital art, 2D digital comics, 3D animation, and 2D animation (at 4 frames per second because I'm not doing 24 images just for a single slow blink of content). Same rules as always: no poop, no diapers, no gore except for x-rays of the bladder, no minors unless they are just background characters and no nudity unless censored or abstract. And here is the list of the pages where you can check my previous works (A bunch of them because I'm not very good with organization) https://www.omorashi.org/gallery/album/1354-bombs-almost-sfw-pee-desperation-3d-renders/ https://www.omorashi.org/gallery/album/1355-bombs-almost-sfw-extreme-desperation-3d-renders/ https://www.omorashi.org/gallery/album/1291-bombs-almost-sfw-pee-desperation-drawings/ https://www.omorashi.org/gallery/album/1116-bombs-almost-sfw-extreme-desperation-drawings/ https://www.omorashi.org/gallery/album/1292-bombs-almost-sfw-extreme-desperation-comics/ http://www.mediafire.com/file/3za78d43nho9o3o/Webp.net-gifmaker.gif/file http://www.mediafire.com/file/i2sum685w23uqox/Mya_inflation.mp4/file https://www.omorashi.org/topic/57704-bombs-almost-sfw-discord-drawings/
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    From the album: An Introduction- Kisekae Extreme Desp Comic (Part 1)

    Cliffhanger! If you're reading this you've reached the end of the comic! Part 2 will come out sometime next month (March) once a format has been decided on!
  5. Yesterday was so humiliating. It began with my habit of leaving everything to the last minute. I didn’t get to finish my morning pee because my sister Riley busted in. Startled, I immediately clenched off the stream. “Dude, come on already!” she said, having already woken me up three times. “Everyone’s been ready to go, and you’re just now getting up? Sandra and Jordan are literally waiting in the car.” “Alright, alright!” I said, covering myself. “I just have to brush my teeth!” “Everything’s packed. Your toothbrush is already in the car. We’re getting breakfast on the way.” “Ugh!” I pulled my pants up and rushed out behind her. “Uh… Thanks for packing my stuff, though.” “Yeah, whatever.” A gentle ache to urinate still resided in my lower belly. I sat in the back with Riley. Sandra was driving. Jordan turned around in her seat. “Sandra wanted to leave without you,” she said. “Sandra can suck my nuts,” I said, seeing her throw her hand up in annoyance. After about 45 minutes, I was feeling my bladder gradually filling to the point of discomfort. “I want some breakfast,” I announced. “Chicken Trip for breakfast?” Riley said. “Word,” Sandra said. When we got to Chicken Trip, we pulled into the drive through. “Aw, what? I thought we were going inside!” I complained. “Why would we do that?” Sandra said. “We’re trying to…” she was interrupted by the employee asking what we wanted to eat. We ordered, then pulled up and waited at the window. “I just have to use the bathroom, too,” I said. Everyone groaned. “Hey, come on, I’ll run out right now and be back in a second!” “If you do that, I’m going to leave you here,” Sandra said. Jordan and my sister seemed to think that was pretty funny. “It probably won’t even be ready by th-“ I dropped my head against the seat as she got handed the orders. “Guys, I’ll be so quick.” Sandra wasn’t paying attention anymore. “I’m not driving,” Riley said, shrugging. Eventually, we were back on the interstate. Hunger and thirst taking priority over my urge to pee, I ate a chicken sandwich with fries and drained a large soda. After another 45 minutes, I was kind of struggling. I was constantly jiggling my legs. My sitting position was changing frequently. I wedged my hand between my thighs, shame preventing me from squeezing my crotch like I wanted to. “Guys, come on, I really have to go to the restroom,” I said. “It’ll take 5 minutes tops to pull over at a gas station.” “We might be late and not be able to get in,” Sandra said. “We can’t check into the hotel first anymore, we have to straight to the theater.” I didn’t realize I’d taken that long. I guiltily sat back in my seat, my cheeks turning red with embarrassment. Over the next hour or so, I grew increasingly uncomfortable as my bodily need grew stronger and more urgent. My bladder felt very tight and full, more full than I’d usually let it get. The discomfort was coming in waves, the urgency fluctuating from medium to severe aching. Not too long after that, I was sweating, unable to stay still for even a moment. I was constantly pulling the waistband of my pants away from the growing swell of urine in my belly. Still, I was just too embarrassed to put my hands on my crotch in a car full of my friends. My sister, maybe, but not Jordan. And definitely not Sandra. I sat on my foot, trying to hide the fact that I was pressing my heel against my crotch. My pee was boiling with urgency inside me. I grabbed my pants button and pulled it up and away, simultaneously giving my bulging bladder some room and pressing the fabric against my crotch. I tried really hard to contain my pee dance, but I couldn’t keep myself from squirming and wriggling. It was starting to hurt. Almost a half hour of that had left me absolutely dying. The drive dragged on and on, every bump in the road sending my piss crashing against the paper-thin walls of my overstretched urinary organ. I felt like I was about to explode. It took every fiber of my being not to grab my pussy. Instead, I was nervously clawing at the sides of my pants, punching my leg and miserably rubbing my sweating face. I balled my hand into a tight fist and bit my knuckles, cringing and holding my breath, struggling to bear the excruciating sensation. I had never needed to pee so badly in my life. I wanted to cry. Riley lightly touched my leg. I looked at her, a little startled. In my desperation-induced delirium, I had almost forgotten I was in a car full of people. ‘Are you okay?’ she mouthed to me. I nodded my head, but it was a fucking lie. I couldn’t stand it. My tortured bladder was squeezing itself, trying to force the piss out against my will. I could feel it in the form of unbearable, pounding urgency. “How much longer?” I asked nervously. “A little under an hour,” Jordan replied. I hesitated. “I-I can’t wait that long…” “What?” Sandra said. “I really need to use the restroom,” I told her, “it’s an emergency…” “Oh my god, dude…” “It’s been hours!” I tried not to sound like I was on the verge of tears. My screaming bladder squeezed enough pee out to fill my urethra, causing my hands to shoot to my crotch for the first time during this whole ordeal. I choked back a sob. “Please…” “Who told you to take so long leaving?” Sandra said, “we might not even make it there as it is.” Riley chimed in. “Well then, you guys can’t blame her if she pees into a cup in the back of this car.” I looked at her. Sandra and Jordan echoed my confusion. “That’s disgusting,” Sandra said. “And you can’t judge her either,” she continued. “The show starts a little after we’re supposed to get there. We’re making OK time, and it would’ve been fine if she went at Chicken Trip but you wouldn’t let her for some reason.” That shut them up. She turned to me. “Do you want me to hold a blanket up so you can go?” My entire body was trembling. I felt like I was going to explode. I was so scared of pissing my pants. My face red as a tomato, I nodded. As she got the blanket out, I unbuttoned my pants, sighing as my waistband loosened around my huge, bulging organ. I felt like I was going to throw up from how anxious peeing in this cup in front of them made me. I was so embarrassed. A combination of shame and discomfort made the tears start flowing as I pulled my pants and underwear down. “Oh, Kenzie…” Riley said, rubbing my back. “I don’t know how to do it, I’ve never…” “Take ‘em all the way off,” she instructed. I did, tightly squeezing my vagina with one hand. I winced as I moved off the seat, squatting over my empty Chicken Trip soda cup. I was so nervous. I squatted there for a minute, unable to urinate. “You okay?” my sister asked me. “I’m trying to relax,” I said, burying my face in my arm. “Are you actually doing it?” Jordan asked incredulously. I knew she got a look from Riley from the silence that ensued. My bladder was so extremely full that it was a taut, distended shape, pressing against my other organs and sticking out of my like a melon. Still, my body retained it’s vast contents, liquid waste continuing to accrue inside of me. I bit the fabric of my sweatshirt in agony, tears streaming down my face. “Just take a deep breath,” Riley said. My deep breaths shuddered like I was freezing. Even inhaling that much put pressure on my bladder. By the grace of god, I started dribbling. It was a slow, pathetic stream, pattering embarrassingly against the paper cup. That’s how it came out for a while before it grew to a slow trickle. I think it was a combination of embarrassment and real damage from holding it too much that prevented me from exploding into it like I thought I would, but the strongest it got was a gentle leak. I actually filled that entire large cup and I still had to pee. As soon as I stopped having to force the pee out, the cup was nearly filled to the brim with hot liquid waste and I had to clench the stream, my urethra stinging from the cruel denial of complete relief. My bladder was still full and aching. ‘Do you have a tissue?’ I mouthed to Riley. She shook her head, making a nervous face that made us both giggle. I sat my bare butt back on the seat, my wet pussy putting a spot on it. I started to roll down the window. “Please do not pour your piss cup out the window, that shit is gonna fly back into my car,” Sandra said. “But I still have to go!” “We’re on the interstate!” I sighed and put the plastic lid back on my warm cup of urine and put it in the cupholder. At least it’s not excruciating anymore, I thought as I pulled my pants back up.
  6. 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.
  7. POV : Mia Every day when she gets home from work, I hear my roommate bust through the front door, sprint up the stairs, slam the bathroom door, then the toilet lid, and unleash some of the loudest, longest pisses I've ever heard. Sometimes she even groans, says "ohh fuck!" or something. I have no idea why she's so desperate all the time, but I love it so much. I've been thinking about it all the time since I moved in. I always get home before Luna. Today when I got home, I had the cruel urge to re-lock the door behind me when I came in. I don't usually do that. It might seem weird that I did that, but I've been thinking about it for a while and I just want to see Luna busting for a little while longer, you know? I can see the front porch through the doorbell camera. I could also occupy the bathroom, but I wouldn't be able to see her. It would definitely be less suspicious. A : Lock the door B : Occupy the bathroom until she gets home.
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  9. Hannah put her curly blond hair up into pigtails, wearing only an oversized t-shirt and panties. She wriggled a bit, not paying too much attention to her urgent ache to urinate. Her undersized bladder, coupled with her tendency to put off using the toilet, was an almost constant discomfort. Tatiana was on her phone, similarly dressed to her friend sitting next to her on the bed. “Oh my god…” Tatiana suddenly mumbled. “What?” She stifled a chuckle, turning her phone around for her to see. It was a mugshot of Hannah’s ex. The two busted out laughing. After a couple of seconds, a hot little spurt of piss squirted out of Hannah’s full bladder, making her gasp and grab her crotch for a second. Her friend looked down at her squeezing hand and laughed even harder, giving her a weird look. Hannah’s cheeks turned pink as she squirmed and tried not to hold herself. “Oh man, do you remember how he asked you to prom?” “Do not bring that up!” Hannah laughed, pressing her thighs together. As per usual, the recent leakage had left her badly aching to piss. As the wave dissipated a little, she scooted to the edge of the bed, preparing to rush to the toilet. “Do you want to come with me to the bathroom?” she asked. “Ughhhh I do not want to get up…” “You don’t have to, I just gotta go,” Hannah said, hopping up and hurrying across the room. “No, I’ll come with! I’m just trying to see what he got arrested for.” She crossed her legs, bobbing up and down. “How did you even find that?” “You can just look at recent mugshots on this website.” She swayed her butt around, cupping her hands over her crotch. “Hurry uppp…” she groaned, starting to march in place. “I’m coming! Just hold on a second.” “Eep!” she squeaked, a rather sizable hot spurt dampening her panties. She bolted to the bathroom, hearing Tatiana say “wait!” as she did it. She made it just in time, urine spouting into the toilet bowl immediately after her butt touched the seat. “Ooh…” she moaned a little, relieved that she didn’t have an accident on the run over there.
  10. Three girls sat around a table in the backyard, drinking kool-aid and eating watermelon. It was a hot summer day, so staying hydrated was something they were holding each other accountable for. They were all wearing bathing suits under their clothes. “You guys ready to get going?” Bekah asked, standing up. The girls responded affirmatively. “We gotta finish the kool-aid,” she said, picking it up. “We can’t leave this much, it’s like, barely a glass!” The only person whose cup was empty enough was Mackenzie’s. Bekah filled it to the brim. “Awe, dude, I can’t drink all that!” she said, “Barely a glass my ass. I already had like three cups!” “Let’s just chug it. Ready, guys?” she gave a count down, and the girls downed their drinks. Mackenzie, who had a considerable amount more to drink than the rest of them, felt like her belly was about to burst by the time she finished. She groaned, holding her gut as she put her empty cup down. On top of that, her jean shorts were way too small. They constricted around her belly in an uncomfortable way, riding up her ass and hugging her legs too tightly. Bekah felt an inkling of an urge to pee, but she didn’t feel that it was urgent enough to use the toilet before leaving. The pool was only a ten minute drive. Plus, she intentionally avoided taking “just in case” bathroom breaks, having been told it worsened her tendency to leak. Laughing too hard, lifting heavy things, and just having a full enough bladder put her in the danger zone. Luckily, her little pink shorts weren’t too constrictive around her belly. Bailey was excited. She loved the pool for a reason she couldn’t share with her friends. She liked swimming and all, but she especially liked how no one could tell if she was peeing. As soon as the plan was made earlier that day, she avoided going to the restroom. She drank extra. There was a dull but urgent ache radiating through her urinary system. She was frequently pulling the front of her leggings away from her belly and letting it thwap against her bladder. She loved the feeling of being exceptionally overfull. She wanted to be dying to urinate, unbeknownst to everyone around her. It was thrilling to hide it like that. Then, just when she physically couldn’t keep it in anymore, she’d let it out into the water. It was a risky activity for somebody so shy, but it was too much fun. She did it every time they went swimming. Bailey drove. Bekah rode shotgun and Mackenzie sat in the back. As the ride went on, she fiddled with her tight waistband as it dug into her belly almost constantly, pulling out wedgies and pulling the cuffs down her thighs when it started to bother her. She leaned back and sighed, suddenly noticing that she was jiggling her legs. “I gotta pee,” she said. “Me too,” Bekah replied. “I’m gonna pee in the pool.” “Eww! You do that?” “Do you not? Everybody does that!” “That is not true,” Mackenzie said, “I’ve never pee’d in the pool.” “Liar.” While they went back and forth, Bailey bit her lip, squishing her thighs together and moving her butt around in the seat. All of the fluids she’d consumed were starting to really catch up to her. She was eager to get to the pool. The car suddenly started making a weird noise. Before the girls could even say anything about it, the engine started sputtering. “Oh fuck…” Bailey groaned. As she pulled over into a parking space on the side of the street, the engine cut off. She made one call to her dad, then to roadside maintenance service. Her heart dropped when she checked the tracker. “They’re not gonna be here for another 45 minutes,” she said, pressing her legs together. “I’m sorry, guys. If you want to get someone to pick you guys up it’s cool, but I have to stay with the car.” “We’re not gonna leave you, Bailey!” Bekah told her. “Yeah, I just wish there was somewhere around us to go to the bathroom,” Mackenzie said, crossing her legs. They were surrounded by houses and apartments. The other two had no idea just how much liquid Bailey was holding inside of her, and she was worried she wouldn’t be able to wait 45 minutes. She bit her lip and smirked a little, discreetly pressing her fingers into her crotch. The situation gave her butterflies.
  11. It was late at night, and Phoebe was laying in her bed on her phone. She realized she was kicking her legs in response to a bodily sensation, an urgent signal from her body. She was really tired, though, and she eventually just fell asleep. She woke up to the bustle of her roommates, talking in the kitchen and taking turns in the bathroom right by Phoebe's open door. The first thing she noticed was her really full bladder. She usually had to go pretty badly in the mornings, but having retained her urine since last night, it was signifigantly more uncomfortable than usual. She rolled out of bed and hurried to the bathroom, where her roommate was pissing with the door open. Her other roommate Ariel was bobbing up and down, waiting for Sam to get up. "Come on, come on, come on!" Ariel muttered as Sam's liquid waste pattered into the bowl. Phoebe groaned, desperate pulsing emanating from her urine-filled organ. She pressed her legs together and danced as she picked up her toothbrush and put toothpaste on it. Then she stuck her hand between her thighs, pinching her crotch as she brushed her teeth. She had to pee really badly. As soon as Ariel sat down on the toilet, she was pissing hard and loud. The sound was torture for Phoebe, who stuck her butt out as she started stepping around, a wave of urgency threatening to push a leak out. The stream went on for an eternity. Phoebe was spitting and rinsing when it finally ended, practically leaping around trying to hold it all in. She went up to Ariel, effectively calling dibs on next. Holding herself and marching in place, she said "please go fast! I'm about to piss my pants!" "I, uh... I might be here a while," she replied, continuing to sit there after her leak had ended. "Can't you let me go first? I just have to pee!" Ariel clutched her bottom. "I gotta go super bad, I just need some privacy!" "Ughhh!" Phoebe groaned and walked out. "Could you shut the door please!" Ariel called behind her. As it closed, Phoebe almost walked right into her roommate Ira. "Who's in the bathroom?" she asked frantically, holding herself and hopping from foot to foot. "Ariel's pooping. She barely even started yet," Phoebe replied, doing a little dance and tapping herself between the legs, trying to downplay just how urgently she needed to urinate. "Ohh my fucking.... I've never needed to pee worse than right now, I'm so serious..." "You always say that!" "I mean it! Look at this shit!" Ira pulled her shirt up and her leggings down to show off the bump jutting out of her belly. Even with her squirming her hips and stepping around, Phoebe could clearly see her bulging bladder. "Mmmmm!" Ira moaned, doubling over. "I really have to go to the bathroom..." Unable to maintain the somewhat casual demeaner, Phoebe started squeezing and unsqueezing her vagina, stepping side to side. "I still have next, though," she said. "What? No, I can't wait that long! I need to go first!" "That's not fair, I got here first!" "Ughhh!" Ira groaned, rubbing her crotch and marching in place. "Why did I move into an apartment with only one bathroom?" "I'm asking myself the same thing," Phoebe muttered. "It wouldn't be so bad if there weren't so many of us..." "Ohhh..." she groaned. "I can't do this!" she exclaimed suddenly, bolting to her room. Upon entering, a dark patch was visible suddenly blooming between her legs right below her butt before she slammed the door behind her. Phoebe was shocked. Despite feeling like it was about to leak out at any moment, she went up to the door, hand between her tightly pressed thighs, and knocked. "Ira? You okay?" she called. "Fine!" she returned, audibly anxious. Does Phoebe... A - Enter the room B - Keep waiting for the toilet C - Find somewhere else to pee
  12. “I-I’m gonna bust!” Erica whined, jiggling the front doorknob as she danced on the spot. She winced as her hand shot to her crotch. “Guys, I’m serious! It hurtsss…” Two of her friends laughed at her, looking at her through the window. “Why do you have to pee so bad?” one of them asked. “Your house is far!” she exclaimed. “I had to go since before I left, I just didn’t think about it…” “Why wouldn’t you go at your…” “Obviously I thought I’d be able to go here!” she snapped, hopping from foot to foot. “Ohhh, I’m dying, I’m dying…” She saw them whispering to each other and laughing. She groaned miserably. “Please just let me in! I’ll do anything, I just have to pee right now, please!” “Anything?” her friend echoed, before turning around and whispering something else. She turned back. “Strip naked and we’ll let you in.” Erica busted out laughing. “Don’t do that! I’m so serious, Ellie, I have to go really bad!” “If you have to go so bad, why don’t you strip naked so we’ll let you in?” “Ughhh!” Hands tightly squeezing her crotch, she started marching around, squishing her thighs together with every step. “I’m about to pee my pants!” she groaned, doubling over and shoving her hands in her pants, gripping between her legs. “Boy, do you look stupid. If you took your clothes off, you could run to the bathroom right away.” Erica giggled, but stormed over to the window. “You guys are weirdos!” she scolded. “I can’t wait for the opportunity to do this to one of you guyyssss—“ with the last word, she started to piss her pants. She jerked her legs together and bent over, hands buried in between her thighs. It didn’t take long to stem the flow, but once she started leaking, Erica knew she didn’t have much time left before she’d have another accident. Her friends busted out laughing. “Oh, fuck you!” she said as she turned and ran around the side of the house. “Erica!” Laurel called from her open window. “Whoa, damn, what’s the rush? “Jacine and Ellie won’t let me in the house and I’m about to pee in my pants!” she whined, holding herself and dancing crazily. “So you’re gonna pee outside?” “No! I’m gonna check the backdoor.” “It’s locked. They locked it.” “Will you unlock it for me?” “No way! I don’t wanna be on their shitlist.” “Come onnn! Oooh…” she frantically crossed her legs, doubling over and clutching herself as a squirt of piss shot into her underwear. Her urethra burned badly. “T-they won’t let me in the house unless I get naked for them on the front porch!” “Bahahahah! Are you gonna do it?” “Nnn… I c-can’t…” she twisted her legs up like a pretzel. “I’m embarrassed.” “I mean, people are naked around here all the time. We’re within walking distance of a nude beach.” A powerful pang of urgency rippled through Erica’s urinary system. She jerked her butt back, one hand gripping her crotch while she pressed her fingers into herself from behind. “I’m gonna have an accident!” she moaned. The tight shape of her full bladder could be felt pressing against her other organs and bulging out of her belly. She was absolutely dying to use a toilet. She stormed over to the stairs and sat down on the top step, scooting her butt around. Her full bladder went through a serious of contractions, pulsing painfully. She crossed her legs and leaned forward. “Oooh, I really gotta fucking pee!” she yelled in frustration, unbuttoning her pants to ease the constriction around her bulging pee baby. She heard the door unlock and open behind her. She turned around so quickly that it painfully jostled her overfilled bladder. Jacine slammed the door and locked it as soon as she saw her. Erica got up and ran to the door, banging on it with one hand pressing between her thighs. “Please, let me in! Please, I need to piss so fucking badly, I feel like I’m gonna explode…” “Erica, it’s so weird that you’re not doing the one thing that would get you inside to pee.” Erica huffed, dancing desperately. She looked around nervously, then unzipped her fly. “Don’t tell anyone about this!” she told them, pulling her pants and underwear down and kicking them off over her shoes. “Ooooh!” Jacine and Ellie broke out in hysterical laughter. She pulled her shirt off and unclipped her bra, stepping around crazily and jerking her butt around. She looked around constantly, covering her chest with her arms, nervous that someone might see her. “Please hurry up…” she muttered, moving her hips around, clenching every muscle in the region. “I’m about to pee on myself, I’m so serious…” A little bit of pee came out and trickled down her legs. “Mmmmph…!” she groaned, squeezing her vagina tightly. “O-Okay, come on! Let me in, already!” Jacine held up her phone and pointed the camera at the desperate, naked girl. Erica’s face burned a deep red, shuddering with humiliation. “W-Whoa, don’t video! No pictures, holy fuck, dude!” “I’m kidding!” she laughed, turning it around to show the homescreen of her phone. “That wasn’t funny!” she scolded, hitting the window with her fist. Then, even though she was holding and squeezing herself madly, golden liquid started leaking out of her pussy, gushing through her fingers, streaming down her legs and splattering onto the deck. “Ahhhh noooo, fuck fuck fuck fuck…!” she squealed, running away from the window in embarrassment. She squatted right in front of the stairs, letting hot piss jet freely out of her urethra. “Ahhhh…” she moaned, pleasure tingling in her privates. Then when she saw a car turn onto their street, panic struck her, and she ran around the side of the house, still urinating hard all over her legs. “Oh my god, Erica!” Laurel cackled when her friend came sprinting around the side of the house. As soon as she was somewhat covered from the road, she spread her legs and released her urinary sphincter, standing up and pissing hard. “Ohh, Laurel, don’t look…” she begged. “Holy shit, you really had to go!” she said, her eyes wide at the sight of her friend exploding into the grass. “That’s a strong ass stream!” “Ughh…” she dropped her head. “Actually, I don’t even care. This feels so good. I had to pee so bad.”
  13. I’m starting up a brand new art request thread! You can request some sort of desperation again, but now you have more options! First, the limitations. I’m not a furry and I can still draw that kind of stuff if you want it, but I can’t guarantee that I’ll do a good job. You should probably find someone more qualified. I’m also only into female desperation, so if you want male, you should probably find someone who’s into that. If you’re into male furry desperation then I can’t help you at all. One other thing, I do not draw underage girls, or lolis or whatever, but my cartoon-y style looks pretty cute anyway so there’s no need to request something like that. Now you don’t have to answer any of these, they’re completely optional. It would help me and I’m sure it would help you, but if you don’t care then I’ll decide for you. You can pick a style for me to draw it in! The more realistic style takes a little longer, but time shouldn’t really be an issue. You can choose to have color and shading! If you want it to be black and white, or just color, or just lines, then you can ask for that! You can also choose to go lineless! This also takes longer, and if you choose realistic and lineless I will hate you, but you totally can! (I do not recommend pairing lineless with just lines, as those will cancel out and you will receive a blank drawing) I can also do different types of shading! Cel Shading, smooth shading, and rough shading. Choose which one you’d prefer (unless you don’t want shading) Some people are especially kinky and like exaggerated bladder bulges. If you’re into that, then I’ll exaggerate it! I’m into it too! (The example isn’t nearly as exaggerated as I can go) I’m not great at them, but I can include “accessories” like X-rays, bladder meters, diagrams, and anything else you can think of. Those are your options, so if you like what you see, then request something! I’ll draw it, eventually.
  14. An alien race puts soldiers of their species on earth to collect information while disguised as humans. Using incomprehensibly advanced technology, everything about them becomes human, physically and mentally. To prepare the soldiers before going on the mission, they must undergo the transformation many times and perform various tasks to make sure they’re prepared to control the human body. Unfortunately, some of these tasks include managing discomfort. When she’s human, her name is Lily. She stays in a room that looks exactly like a room on earth, with things to do like play video games and clean. It changes depending on what she needed to do that day. As advised by her superiors immediately following the day’s transformation, she was to drink pitcher after pitcher of liquids over the course of a few hours. The floor and seats were the same material, but a sort of grate-like pattern across the surface told Lily these materials were designed to absorb and measure fluid. She was never told what her task was before completing it, but she deduced that she was going to be testing her urinary system. She’d experienced urination before. Being human for long periods of time will make that happen. Every time she felt slight urge to pee, she’d immediately go to the toilet to remedy the sensation, eager to accurately and effectively answer her body’s call to action. She was already feeling it, however, and today there was no bathroom door. She cooked until she was squirming, which was something she’d never encountered before. She ate, piling food on top of it, too. She cleaned until she was potty dancing, rubbing her bladder almost constantly, intrigued by the new level of intensity she was taking this sensation to. She pressed into herself, poked at her sides, played with things to make it feel more urgent. By the time the novelty passed, she was badly needing to pee. It crept up on her. She pressed her fingers into her vagina, changing sitting positions every few seconds. She decided to stand up and walk around, hoping to ease some pressure. She had her hands on her hips, breathing carefully and she paced around the room. As a wave of urgency hit her, her bladder contracting and nearly succeeding in pushing urine out of her urethra, she gripped her crotch and doubled over. She lifted her leg to squish her thighs together every couple of seconds, stepping side to side as she shook her arms at her sides. She sat back down on the side of the wooden chair, digging the edge of the seat into her taint, scooting to press into her genitals. “Tell us how you feel, Lily,” a voice over the intercom said. “I-I’m exceptionally uncomfortable!” she gasped, her voice trembling almost as much as her body was. “Can you believe your bladder is only at approximately 45% capacity?” “I-It’s not possible!” She winced and rubbed her pussy. “The organ that’s holding the urine… The bladder? It’s very, very full… Ahh, I’ve never felt it this full! There’s pressure in my belly, too. I drank so much, they’re pressing on each other. Oof… I’m very uncomfortable.” “Are you maintaining control over the muscles down there?” She crossed her legs, then crossed them the other way. “Y-yes, I think so…” Time dragged on and on. She attempted to do a puzzle, but struggled to keep her attention on it. Her kidneys were working at a faster pace than she was used to. Pretty soon, she was seriously getting desperate. “Ohh… Ahh, ouchh… Nnh…” “How are you feeling, Lily?” the intercom sounded. “I’m going to urinate soon, I can feel it! I can feel it close to the end of my urethra!” She squealed, jolting her butt back and forth, squeezing her vagina madly. “My bladder, it’s… squeezing the liquid out! Or, tries to… It’s beginning to have a mind of it’s own!” “You’re losing control of it?” “A-A little bit… It’s just so intense! Nngh, ahh… I can barely stand it! I’m perspiring heavily… Ehh, ohh… It’s really difficult to think about anything else…” “You’re currently at 85% capacity.” “I-I don’t want to experience 100%! Ahh, ooh… Ohh, god…” Time dragged on. The poor girl was in a horribly uncomfortable state. Lily was curled up in a fetal position on the couch, her hips writhing slightly, hands stuck down the front of her pants gripping her vagina. She had long unbuttoned her pants to give her bloated bladder some room. Cringing constantly, assaulted by a barrage of discomfort and urgency, she bit into the fabric of the couch trying to deal with the pain “Lily? Has the severity of your state incapacitated you?” She took a deep, careful breath. “J-just a bit…” she squeaked, blinking tears out of her eyes. “It… hurts…” In a jolting motion, she curled up more and squeezed tighter, her screaming bladder contracting and forcing some liquid into her urethra. Her fingers were gripping tight, though, and it painfully leaked back into her bladder after a minute. “We want you to undress, at least your pants and underwear.” She slowly and carefully pushed herself up, her legs pressed tightly together the entire time. She lifted her butt and pulled her pants down to her thighs, squishing her distending urinary organ against her thighs a bit as she leaned forward, then jostling the liquid around as she sat back down. “Oooff—“ she groaned, intense discomfort radiating through the sensitive area. She stiffened her body and skinned her pants the rest of the way down until they were at her feet. “Kick them off and place them in the drop box,” the intercom instructed, referring to a box by the front door. Lily groaned inwardly. She held her privates tightly, pressing her fingers so hard into her peehole that it hurt, then gingerly got up and shuffled to the drop box, her pants dragging from her ankles. The miserable, desperate girl tried her best not to crush the melon-sized bulge of urine swelling out of her as she bent down, but there was no way to do it. “Ughh-!” she groaned, pulling her pants off all the way. She tried to be as still as she could be, but she stumbled a bit and fell on her butt, hot yellow piss squirting out as it happened. “Oooohh…” she moaned, grabbing madly at her exposed, dribbling vagina and jiggling around. The walls of her bladder were stretched thin, almost physically incapable of encompassing the extreme volume of fluid she had inside her. “You are very close to 100% capacity, Lily,” the intercom told her. “How do you feel?” “I-I can’t take it!” she blurted, tears welling up in her eyes and falling down her cheeks. “I-I feel like I’m g-going to explode! P-please… Mmm… I have to p-pissssssss…!” with the last word, liquid started dribbling out. She squeezed even tighter and fell onto her side, managing to stem the flow with her fingers. “We need you to drop the clothes in the drop box. We can’t afford to have to retake this test because the clothes absorbed some and skewed our information.” “Hhnh- huh-“ she huffed, feeling like she was going to urinate at any second. She pushed herself up slowly, managing to stay dry until she pulled her pants off of her foot, causing her to jerk her knee up and press against her belly. She squeaked as a bit of pee dribbled out, both hands shooting to her privates to squeeze and rub. She pulled the other foot out and got up slowly, one hand between her thighs. She stepped in place, frantically jerking her legs inward constantly. “Communicate with us, Lily,” the intercom said. “Ohhh I have to urinate s-so badly… I-I feel like I’m going to explode! T-This area h-here…” She gently rubbed her bulging abdomen. “It’s so sensitive… Ahhh… I-I cant—“ A squirt of pee shot out and dribbled down her thighs. “Mmmph!” she groaned, doubling over and digging her fingers into her pussy. “It hurtsss…” More liquid squirted into her hands and dribbled down her thighs. “Nnngh!” she whined, “i-it’s coming out! I’m t-trying to ho-old it…” Her stomach was insanely distended. Her screaming bladder had literally reached full capacity, painfully contracting every few seconds to push out just enough urine to make room for the next bit of pee her kidneys mercilessly produced. Intermittent spurts had led to yellow liquid streaming down her legs, dripping onto the floor. She fell to her knees, digging her dribbling vagina into her heel, still grabbing and rubbing herself madly. Then, entirely out of her control, her urethra relaxed and let urine jet out onto her feet. She squealed and squeezed herself, falling onto her butt gushing through her fingers. “I c-can’t stop!” she sobbed, clenching every muscle below her waist, trying to stem the flow. The puddle was growing to an enormous size as it pooled under her butt, soaking her legs and hands. After an impressive amount of time, she stopped fighting it, spreading her legs. “T-This is what my body did by itself,” she said breathlessly, spreading her pussy lips. “I didn’t realize the severity that this sensation could reach. I-it feels amazing to drain my bladder right now.” “You performed well, Lily,” the intercom said. As her incredibly long stream slowed to a dribble, the liters of golden liquid started to drain through the floor.
  15. Introduction I swayed from side to side as I rang the last customer up, trying my best to hide my desperation. “Thanks, come again,” I gave him a smile and leaned my weight against the counter, crossing my legs tightly. As soon as he was out the door, I rushed over and flipped the open sign to close. There weren’t a lot of things I liked about working at my parent’s store, but there were two things I sincerely despised: the undetermined hours (I have to stay there as long as there are customers), and the lack of a useable toilet. I squished my thighs together as I pulled the mop out of the bucket. “Mom, can you please close up for me?” I asked her as she got her things ready to leave. “Please, I have to pee so bad!” “First of all, Amber, there’s a perfectly fine porta-potty behind the building. I don’t understand the problem you have with it.” I groaned. “Second, we can’t go switching our days all the time. It screws up the books or something. Let your father know when you want to leave early and he’ll get it done. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I was left pee-dancing as I mopped the floor, squeezing between my legs every few seconds. Desperate to leave, I did everything half-assed like most every day I worked there, and squirmed the whole drive home. I was busting so bad by the time I got to my apartment complex that I was sweating. I ran up the stairs, jerked my hips around and squeezed my crotch as I stuffed the key in the lock, then dropped my things on the floor next to my open front door as I ran to the toilet. I started pissing while I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, releasing a torrent before my ass even made contact with the seat. “Ooh…!” I moaned, my swollen bladder deflating as I released hours of pent up liquid. As I urinated, I touched the soggy crotch of my underwear and surveyed the damage. It wasn’t terrible. A little bit had trickled down my thigh. I’d leaked more in laughing fits.
  16. “Hurry up!” Izzy slurred drunkenly, marching in place as she knocked frantically on the bathroom door. Her shirt reached below her knees, so she stuck her hands in it’s middle between her thighs to press against her vagina. She crossed her legs and bobbed up and down. “Ohh, I really have to go… You’ve been in there forever! What are you doing in there!?” Hunched over the toilet bowl was Hazel, hand stuck in the front of her underwear squeezing her pussy. The other end was the slightly more pressing matter at the moment, but below the nausea was a bladder so tight and full of liquid that it felt ready to bust. She squirmed constantly, unable to find a position that didn’t put pressure against the stretched-thin walls of her overfull urinary organ. “Ugh! I’ll be out in a minute!” she yelled. “I can’t wait a minute!” she retorted, jiggling the doorknob again. Suddenly, she lurched forward and couldn’t stifle a squeak of surprise, her bladder contracting and her urge to urinate spiking in intensity. “Oooh fuck fuck fuck… I’m dying, Hazel, please!” She wasn’t wearing any underwear, so when a little bit of pee squirted out, it leaked down her thigh and directly wet her pajama bottoms. “Ooooh, I pee’d…” She winced, dancing around frantically and grimacing in discomfort. “I pee’d… Hazel, I-I’m not kidding, I pee’d a little bit in my pants just now…” “That’s great, Iz!” an annoyed Hazel replied, squirming her vagina into her heel. She felt like she was going to throw up at any moment, but she was really considering just sitting down and peeing. She needed to urinate so badly. Izzy was convinced she was at maximum capacity. Her bladder was so full of urine, so wracked with urgency, that it was driving her crazy. She was entirely unable to stand still, marching and squishing her thighs together with every leg lift, doubling over, hopping around… She was utterly desperate to piss. Going hand in hand with the discomfort, though, was an odd sense of titillation. Maybe it was just the alcohol, but it almost felt kind of good. She bit her lip and stuck her hands down the front of her pants, gripping her damp vagina. No, it felt really good. She was unable to stay still, marching and bending over, squeezing and rubbing her privates, trying to keep it all in. When Hazel finally threw up the vast quantity of alcohol she’d consumed, the contractions in her gut were enough to push a few squirts of hot pee into the palm of her hand, saturating her underwear. She coughed, spit and groaned, reaching up and flushing the toilet. “That’s so much better…” she mumbled, before grimacing and giving her pussy a tight squeeze. It felt ready to leak some more. She started to get up onto the toilet and dribbled as she tried to stand. She gasped and froze, swaying drunkenly a bit. She pushed her fingers into her crotch, trying to take it slow enough so that she didn’t push any more pee out. Izzy threw her leg over the arm of the sofa and grinded her crotch into it, grunting and whimpering as she dragged her butt back and forth. Every few seconds, her bulging bladder would contract and she’d lurch forward, overwhelmed from her dire ache to piss. She felt like she was about to cry, but she was getting stimulated in all the right ways. Without warning, it started spurting out. She frantically grabbed at herself and scooted like crazy, a bit of pee continuing to trickle out for a few seconds before she got it to stop. She leapt off the couch and bolted to the bathroom door, banging on it. “Hazel, please, let me in! Ooh… I’ll use the sink, I don’t care!” she dribbled a bit, making her lurch forward and squeeze her pussy. “Pleaseee… It’s an emergencyyy…” As even more liquid started dribbling out, she looked desperately around the room for an alternate solution. She spotted a plant. Hazel was in pain, her swollen bladder in a constant state of pulsating agony. She pushed herself to her feet, liquid immediately jetting out and soaking her underwear. Pissing hard, she frantically yanked her shorts down and sat on the toilet, urine splattering on the seat for a second before loudly pattering against the bowl. “Aaahh-“ she moaned, closing her eyes and letting her head drop. Izzy pulled her big shirt up and her pajama pants down, positioning her ass over the soil. Piss squirted out before she was ready for it, wetting her waistband and getting on the carpet. She stood straight up and grabbed madly at her dribbling pussy, jerking her legs together and writhing desperately. Her urethra ached, begging to be relaxed again. Too drunk and piss desperate to worry about getting cought, she kicked her pants completely off and leaned against the wall, facing the plant and bending her legs. Yellow urine gushed out immediately and splattered against the leaves. “Ahhh-“ she moaned, bliss radiating through her privates and her voiding, overfull bladder. At that moment, Hazel opened the bathroom door. She was slapped in the face by the sight of her friend’s pale booty cheeks. “What the fuck?” she said. Izzy gasped and jumped up, gushing through her fingers as she struggled to stop the stream, writhing her hips around and squishing her thighs together. She tried frantically to cover herself up, but not peeing was too demanding of a task. She stumbled drunkenly through the bathroom door and slammed it behind her, leaving a trail of piss. She didn’t have time to turn around and pee normally. She practically fell onto the toilet seat, straddling the back of the bowl, already pissing hard before she even got there. “Ohhh finallyyy…” she groaned, playing with her clitoris as the urine jetted out hard. The sensation was amazing. She shuddered with relief, liquid loudly pattering into the bowl beneath her butt.
  17. Lauren had a rough camping trip. The Drive Includes: Desperation, heavy leaking, toilet denial It was well-known among her friend group that she was unusually prone to bathroom emergencies, though she’d never had an accident in front of them. So when she was begging them to pull over, they weren’t very hasty to take care of it. “Please, I’m about to pee myself,” she pleaded, holding her crotch and scooting in the seat. “You always say that!” said Natalia, the driver. She hesitated, squirming and squeezing herself. “So what?” “I think you’re just being dramatic.” “I’m not! I have to pee really really bad!” They continued to ignore her for a long time. She was telling the truth. Her bladder was so full it was starting to hurt. “I really have to gooo…” she whined, crossing her legs tightly and rocking back and forth. They hit a pot hole, causing liquid to crash against the stretched-thin walls of her bladder. “Ohhh…” she groaned, sticking her hand between her legs. “Chill, dude,” Natalia said, making the other girls laugh. Lauren’s cheeks burned with embarrassment. “Please pull overrr…” she begged. “We only have like thirty minutes left! We’re like, about to be there.” “I won’t make it! Ahh, I can’t hold it…” she pulled the waistband of her basketball shorts away from her swollen belly. “Do you really need us to pull over again?” Janine asked from the passenger seat. “Yessss,” Lauren whined, holding herself and jiggling her legs. “I’m sorry.” Natalia sighed. “Hold on,” she said, taking an exit. “Mmmph!” she groaned, writhing around on the seat. She winced in discomfort, punching her leg in frustration. “Okay hurry,” she said as she pulled into a parking lot. Lauren leapt out of the car and ran shamelessly into the building. “Where’s your bathroom?” she asked frantically, holding herself and dancing around. “It’s on the side of the building,” the guy replied, giving her a weird look. She ran outside, peeing a little as she pushed the door open. She whimpered, gripping her crotch as she ran, but the movement was badly jostling her screaming bladder. It started to come out as she approached the door, fast enough to leak down her leg as she got there. She was full-on pissing during the desperate sprint to the toilet. Without even shutting the door, she yanked her shorts down and was powerfully urinating before she even sat down, splattering a bit onto the ground and the seat. “Ooh, fuck,” she muttered, examining her ruined panties as urine jetted into the toilet water and splattered loudly in the bowl. She pulled them off after her stream stopped and threw them away. She wiped her legs and her pussy and pulled her shorts back on, fully commando.
  18. Even tho i`m not approved yet i couldn`t wait to make an interactive, heh- Hope u guys will enjoy! I put alot of effort into fiction, especially since english is not my first language. ~-~ Riley have finally arrived - a lonely, yet good looking cabin in the woods have been waiting for her half a day. The girl giggled in excitement, pulling the rusty keys from under the filthy rug. The house seemed pretty good, yet the rent was really cheap. Not like she hates it, she is rather happy to have such a nice place for such a small price, it`s just.. Suspicious. Why would the owner of the place get rid of it rapidly like that? However, getting out of thoughts, Riley slowly opened the door and walked into the living room - and it also looked better than she expected. Well, at least, it didn`t look abandoned - the owner probably cleaned up all the mess day before the girl arrived. How sweet of them. She threw her bag at the couch and sat next to it, not even bothering to lock the door - she`s way to exhausted to even look around, and would rather have some rest instead. The girl relaxed and closed her eyes - finally, a monthly vacation away from civilization she has been dreaming about for so long. Riley imagined all the things she can do here - explore the nature, draw landscapes, probably even do a photoshoot.. Did she bring her camera? Nevermind, theres plenty of other things she can do. Thinking of everything, Riley didn`t even notice as she fell asleep peacefully, cuddling her bag with one hand. Riley woke up to a palpable urge to pee and quickly left the couch, looking around in search for the bathroom, but it didn`t look like it could be in here - a living room and a kitchen were attached to each other, so there is probably no room for the toilet. She hurried to the second floor and checked the first room she saw - a bedroom. The bed sure looks comfy and is probably much softer than the couch, but there is no time for a nap, she would probably wake up soon.. And wet. She walked to the other door - the guest room. Damn, they really have a guest room in a cabin in the woods? It`s not like anyone would go that far for a cup of tea or anything. She opened the third door - finally, a bathroom! She rushed to the toilet and raised the lid, but as soon as she did - a strong jet of water squirted out right in front of her, splashing like a tiny fountain. Riley stood there shocked for a few seconds, before closing the lid again. She could call the owner of the house and complain right now, but it wouldn`t really make much sense - she should`ve expect something like that from a price like this. She also could leave and dismiss the rent, but she really didn`t want to do that - she just moved in and she couldn`t afford any other place.. She sighed, leaving the bathroom - a month without a toilet is not that big of a deal, right? Well, her bladder doesn`t think so. She felt the urge to pee again, and pressed her thighs together, looking around the hall. ~-~ Riley has to think of something - she can`t live without peeing for a month! Or can she? ~-~ A) Pee outside. Disgusting! She would never do that by her own will - she is not an animal. But, i mean, where else are you supposed to go in that situation? B) Pee in the shower. Yuck, Riley will never step in there again. C) Look around the house - there might be something else she could use... D) Hold it til the solution comes by itself. It`s supposed to happen someday, right?
  19. This should hopefully be my last request thread that I make! I’ve had two before, the first was an unorganized lawless land, the second one had rules, but half of the people even bothered to check on them. This time, I’m ENFORCING the rules! I won’t do a request unless the requester complies! Also, I know this is a lot to read, but it's better than paying money for a drawing! Rule 1: No underage girls. You can ask for them to be aged up, but if you ask for a character who is younger than 18, tell me, or when I look up their age and find it’s less, I will not do the request. I also will not draw anything involving real life people, because drawing people like this without their permission is something I am entirely against Rule 2: This one isn’t actually a rule, but a suggestion. You should not ask for a male character, or a furry character. I won’t do as good of a job as someone who is into or used to that kind of thing. I don’t know/understand what people find attractive in males, so that won’t go well, and I’m not good at drawing fur, or animal proportions, be it facial or bodily proportions. Rule 3: This is an EXTREME request thread! I will only do your request if it is EXTREME. It could be EXTREME holding, EXTREME holding, or even EXTREME holding. I'll even do EXTREME holding, if you ask nicely. You can ask for a bladder meter or xray, although I'm not the best at those. Expect a bladder bulge, and if you want to, you can specify the size of the bladder bulge! Either the amount that she's holding, or the actual size of the bulge itself, relative to whatever you want! Maybe she's holding 5 liters, maybe she has a bulge the size of a basketball, or maybe her bulge is twice the size of her head! It's all up to you! Rule 4: This is a lot more of just something to make sure that you read these rules, like an “I accept the privacy policy terms and conditions” except you actually read these rules. When making your request, specify at least 1 of these options! You can specify your preference for all of them, because the more info I get, the better, but I need you to specify AT LEAST ONE thing! (Also, all of these options are listed from easiest to hardest, so please don’t pick the last option every time. You definitely can, but please don't. Also, keep in mind that the harder you make the request, the longer it may take. Although I'll probably take a long time to get to yours anyway. Not anyone else’s, only yours specifically.) Style: Do you want it to be more cartoon-y, or more realistic? These styles are absolutely going to change as I improve my drawing skills, but I’ll definitely base it around your preference. Shading: Do you want smooth shading, cel shading, or blended shading? (You can also ask for no shading, or even no color if you just want the lineart. Or, you can ask for a line-less drawing. Whatever's up to you, you're requesting.) Background: Do you want a color background, a simple background, or a detailed background? I will not give a detailed background unless you describe the background in detail, (also if you want a color, you can tell me what color you want) (also also, the shading of the simple background will always be cel shaded, but the shading of the detailed background will most likely match the shading you picked already) (also also also, you can ignore those 'always' statements, because you can specify whatever you want in your requests.) Remember to be as detailed as you want! Specify every little detail if you want to! And if you say “Draw this character desperate” and say nothing else, I will find out where you live and use EXTREME violence! And if you want to see more examples of my art before you request, this is an interactive series I’ve been doing for a year and a half, Zone-PINK And this is my previous request thread. Second request thread
  20. Trying to get back to the world of holding! Aletta Jayne is in trouble! Her husband installed a toilet security system to ensure that she sticks to her training schedule. Even the slightest of leaks bring in most difficult punishments...
  21. Lauren had a rough camping trip. First Day It was well-known among her friend group that she was unusually prone to bathroom emergencies, though she’d never had an accident in front of them. So when she was begging them to pull over, they weren’t very hasty to take care of it. “Please, I’m about to pee myself,” she pleaded, holding her crotch and scooting in the seat. “You always say that!” said Natalia, the driver. She hesitated, squirming and squeezing herself. “Yeah? So what?” “I think you’re just being dramatic.” “I’m not! I have to pee really really bad!” They continued to ignore her for a long time. She was telling the truth. Her bladder was so full it was starting to hurt. “I really have to gooo…” she whined, crossing her legs tightly and rocking back and forth. “Mmmph!” she groaned, writhing around on the seat. “Okay hurry,” she said, pulling into a parking lot. Lauren leapt out of the car and ran shamelessly into the building. “Where’s your bathroom?” she asked frantically, holding herself and dancing around. “It’s on the side of the building,” the guy replied, giving her a weird look. She ran outside, peeing a little as she pushed the door open. She whimpered, gripping her crotch as she ran, but the movement was badly jostling her screaming bladder. It started to come out as she approached the door, fast enough to leak down her leg as she got there. She was full-on pissing during the desperate sprint to the toilet. Without even shutting the door, she yanked her shorts down and was powerfully urinating before she even sat down, splattering a bit onto the ground and the seat. Second day The only place the girls could relieve themselves was the semi-public woodland area (not an option for most of them, including Lauren), and the watering hole at which they were to go swimming. She went to sleep with a full bladder. Third day “Are we going to go to the lake soon?” Lauren asked pleadingly, stepping around as she did so. “We were gonna wait until after we ate,” Natalia replied. “Most of us don’t really have to go.” “I have to go! I have to go bad!” They looked at each other. “I mean, I have to go too,” Natalia continued, “it won’t be that long.” Lauren hugged a pillow while she watched TV with them, waiting for breakfast. She wriggled in the seat, her morning pee sitting heavily in her swollen bladder. “I can’t wait!” she squeaked, jumping up from her seat and bolting down the path, both hands between her legs. All of the liquid was sloshing around with each passing step. “Ooh… Ahhh… *wince* Ahh f-fuck! Ohh…”
  22. I woke up early one morning to my usual alarm: a full bladder. The familiar swell of morning urine was visible by a bump in the waistband of my baby blue panties. I was so tired, but I managed to roll out of bed and stumble into the hallway. "Hey, Felicity," my roommate greeted as she entered the bathroom. I shyly covered my chest, wearing only a white tank top. "Hey," I mumbled back as she shut the door. My hand went to my crotch as the sensation started to get to me. I retreated into my room and threw on a big, black t-shirt. I wasn't going to get completely dressed since I usually went back to bed after I pee'd for the first time. I sat on the edge of my bed, squirming and pinching at my crotch. I could hear the patter of my roommate's urine stream through the walls, an uncomfortable reminder. I heard the front door open and close. "Danielle?" a male voice called. My heart started fluttering. I had a huge crush on my roommate's brother. "I'm in the bathroom, I'll be right out!" she called back. I really wanted to talk to him. I hurried over to my mirror and sat on the floor in front of it, my legs criss-crossed and jiggling from my need to pee. I hurriedly started brushing my knotted, silver-blond hair, scooting back and forth. I took out my makeup and started on that, too. It was a little tedious because I could hardly sit still. I winced and wriggled my butt as I screwed the eyeliner cap back on, grabbing my vagina right after. Man, I had to pee. I had to pee so bad my back teeth were swimming. I moved my foot under my butt so I could scoot my pussy into my heel. Not long after that, if I wasn't holding or rubbing myself, I was fucking with the waistband of my underwear. The bit of pressure it put on my pee baby was enough to make me aware of it, slightly intensifying my distracting urge to urinate. I was desperate by the time I finished. I could hear the two talking in the main room. I stood up and froze there with my legs crossed for a minute, my full bladder pulsating with urgency. I stood dancing at my dresser as I pulled off my big shirt and decided what to wear. I almost couldn't even think. My urinary system demanded so much of my attention. My urethra, as well as my thighs, were constantly straining to keep my pee in. I never held my morning pee in this long. It was practically unheard of. I hopped from foot to foot, huffing in frustration. I was overthinking my outfit. Plus, I was starting to sweat from having to pee so bad. I crossed and uncrossed my legs, squeezing and unsqueezing between my legs and pulling at my the butt of my underwear like I had a wedgie or something. I threw something on, checked myself out in the mirror (pee dancing of course), then took it off and stood there puzzling again. A surge of pressure threatened to make me piss myself right there. I gripped myself and doubled over, filling my cheeks with air and squeezing my eyes shut. A little bit of pee trickled out and dampened my underwear, making me hop around and writhe madly to keep my urine in. My eyes were watering. I thought I had more control than this. I couldn't believe I was about to piss myself! I jumped into some jean shorts and threw on a sweatshirt, deciding any further outfit choice could be made after my pressing need was taken care of. It was an emergency. I scrambled to my bedroom door and swung it open, finding myself face to face with my roommate's brother. "Hey," he greeted, with a smile that made me melt. "H-hey," I replied, struggling to stay composed. "I didn't know you were home," he said, entering the bathroom. No no no, please, let me in first... "Oh, yeah, I'm home," I stuttered awkwardly, trying to nonchalantly cross my legs. My bladder was pounding with urgency. He looked down at my antsy feet. "Hey, do you want to use the bathroom first?" he asked, stepping out. I turned so red my face felt hot. "No, no! Go ahead, seriously! I was just... going to get some breakfast." "Ah," he said, smiling at me as he shut the door. I wedged my hands between my thighs and doubled over. I couldn't even remember a time where I needed to pee this badly. "Breakfast, huh?" my roommate teased from down the hallway. I shushed her. "What do you want? A smoothie? A bowl of cereal with extra milk? Whatever you have, you're definitely gonna want some orange juice." I hobbled into the kitchen, sitting uncomfortable on a stool and tightly crossing my legs, rocking back and forth. "I have to go so bad, Dani, I feel like I'm gonna pee my pants..." "Why'd you wait so long?" There was a pause. "You were doing your makeup for Adam, is that it?" "Shut up! No I wasn't!" I said in a hushed voice. "Well, you probably have time to pee in the sink. He told me he had to shit." My heart sunk. "What? You're joking." She shrugged. "He did offer you the bathroom first. You didn't wanna take it. So what do you want to eat, for real this time?" I gasped as a little bit of urine leaked out. I squeezed my crotch and froze, tightening every muscle in my body. "Jeez, Felicity..." "Don't do that..." I muttered, hiding my face in my hands. "This is so embarrassing..." "Hey, everyone's gotta pee," she playfully punched my in the shoulder. "Distract yourself. What do you want to eat?" I groaned. "I don't want to pile anything on top of this," I said, grimacing. "Eggs it is," she said, pulling them out of the fridge. "You want toast, too?" A little bit more urine leaked out and I jumped out of the seat, writhing around crazily, trying not to piss on myself. "O-Oh my god!" I gasped, dropping down to one knee to dig my heel into my dribbling vagina. The pressure just wouldn't dissipate. It lingered furiously, threatening to push more liquid waste out of my exhausted urethra at any moment. My underwear was pretty warm and wet at this point. I could feel the firm shape of my bloated urinary organ in my lower belly, especially when I tried to stand up straight. Danielle lowered her voice. "Okay, completely serious, you probably do have time to pee in the sink. It's better than peeing your pants." "I can't!" I said, on the brink of tears. "Ohhh god..." I whined, wriggling like crazy. "Look at me. Are you gonna pee your pants if you keep holding it much longer?" My bladder felt like it was going to explode. It hurt so much I couldn't breathe. I couldn't answer her question. I just unbuttoned my shorts and, holding myself as tight as I could, got up and rushed to the sink. I peed a little bit as I stood up. I yanked my shorts down and hopped up on the sink, bursting almost as soon as I was in position. I let out a choked sigh of relief, shuddering with euphoria. As if on cue, I heard the bathroom door open. In terror, I clenched every muscle below my waist, painfully stemming the stream to a dribble, and hopped off the sink. I frantically yanked my pants up, slowly wetting my underwear more and more. I writhed around and clutched at my vagina, desperately trying to force my screaming, overfull bladder to stop draining. Adam turned the corner as the dribbling grew to a jet of piss spraying out of my urethra, soaking the crotch of my jean shorts, rapidly traveling down my inner thighs and letting yellow liquid streak down my legs. His face went white, looking completely shocked as he watched my soil my pants. Danielle had her hnds cupped over her mouth in shock. Urine pattered at my feet. My legs were pressed tightly together, and my hand was gripping my squirting vagina. I couldn't look in anyone's direction as I suddenly bolted past them and into the bathroom, my bladder continuing to drain as I did so, undoubtedly leaving a trail of piss behind me. I emptied my bladder completely into my shorts while I sat on the toilet, wholeheartedly mortified and in disbelief of what just happened.
  23. Okay, so I don't know about the rest of you guys, but when it comes to streams I like them hard, loud and long (that's what she said XD) but no seriously... how about ya'll? When I'm imagining omo or watching it, I like to see someone release a big stream, because the bigger the stream, and the louder, (sometimes longer) and stronger, the more it implies serious desperation. Whether the stream is in the bathroom, outside, a receptacle or really just about anywhere, it don't matter, I am mesmerized by a good, powerful stream after being aroused by the desperation. And as a bonus I love it when someone is especially frantic to finally piss because they were holding all of that in them. Or if it's just gushing and/or leaking out because there's so much, and another bonus-bonus is the humiliation after because they can't stop pissing and it's so much afterwards, or making quite a noise. That's delicious, I'm really big on the humiliation afterwards, of course it doesn't always have to be apparent but I was always enamored with the embarrassment someone feels if they can't stop pissing or if they pissed a LOT. I guess you can also say, I love a good power piss too, I'm a fan of those. Who else~?
  24. 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!
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