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  1. Loss of Control Prologue There it was, staring her right in the face. After years of research, digging up any leads, and browsing websites which probably had ended her up on several watch and no-fly lists, she had found it. Jesse Faden had found the headquarters of the Federal Bureau of Control. “I can’t believe it. I’ve been to New York dozens of times, yet here you are.” Taking a deep breath, the woman stepped through the doors. Her diaper crinkled as she moved, yes, diaper, for that was the only thing she wore. Ever since the incident that had A. The Bureau knocking down her door, B. Her brother Dylan was taken away by the Bureau for God knows whatever reason, and C. Gotten some entity she referred to as Polaris bonded with her, she found that all clothing save for her protective padding would, somehow, find its way off her. Whether a shirt would suddenly become too small to fit, a newly bought pair of pants would tear at the seam, or a jacket would be suddenly blown off by a mysterious gust of wind. However, seemingly, no one noticed. Jesse didn’t know if it was Polaris activating some kind of filter around her, whatever that damned projector did to her and Dylan, or the world was just insane, no one noticed the fact she was nearly naked. Then again, neither did she. While she would fill wind or heat, it would always be buffeted as if she wore, say, a parka. Her feet never got the cuts or blisters someone always going around barefoot would accrue. As for the diaper, well, that was normal. Even before it became the only form of, for lack of a better word, apparel, she always wore them. From what Polaris had suggested, whatever bound her, for the voice Polaris spoke with, as somewhat muffled as it was, like someone speaking through a thick scarf or broken walkie-talkie, sounded feminine, to Jesse may have caused her to never gain full control over her bladder and bowels, not to mention Jesse’s small case of shyness and stubbornness. Jesse didn’t mind much. It was more convenient, in her mind, than rushing around trying to find a useable bathroom, especially a relatively sanitary one in some cases. “Hello? Anyone home?” Jesse called out, looking around. The place, while a bit on the older side in terms of furniture, looked like a relatively mundane government building, especially those you’d see in TV shows and flicks featuring your standard “G-Men”, Men in Black types. It was then that the padded woman, as she walked past a deserted metal detector station, heard something, akin to a faint whispering. “Do you hear that? It sounds like….hissing?” Jesse asked Polaris as she pushed aside a table that had been blocking her path. The muffled voice spoke into her ear, and her mind. Jesse pouted, a small tinge of crimson lighting up her cheeks. “No, its not me. I’m pretty sure I would know what the sound of me pissing sounds like.” she grumbled. As she rounded a corner, she found a man, dressed in a janitor’s garb, mopping the floor. “Oh excuse me, sir?” She called out, the man turned. “I’m-” “Looking for a job?” The man asked. He was middle aged, and his voice carried a slight accent, vaguely Eastern European or Scandinavian in nature. A nametag on his jumpsuit read Ahti. Like the Finnish god island hero and god of the seas. Jesse thought, with a mental chuckle. She nodded, knowing that normal sounding excuse would be easier than any she could come up on her lonesome. The man turned, and pointed down a corridor. “The Director’s office is right through there, rouva.” The Director eh? This could be the best lead I have over where these bastards have Dylan. Jesse thought to herself. “Thanks.” she smiled at the janitor. Having been one herself (and boy did wearing diapers help during especially long nights), she had a respect for those who worked in maintaining upkeep of a facility. Humming, the padded woman strolled through until she found a door, above which hung a sign reading DIRECTOR’S OFFICE. She opened the door…. ….to find the Director laying facedown in a pool of dried blood, a strange looking handgun cast aside. “Oh shit!” Jesse exclaimed, racing over. “Damn it.” she said, finding a hole, about the size of a quarter in his temple, burrowed all the way out to the other side. As she fought the urge to vomit, Polaris once more spoke in her mind. “You want me to pick up the murder weapon? Really?” Another mental warble. “Fine, fi-what the fuck?!” Jesse screamed, as she picked up the firearm, and felt reality begin to shift and her vision distort.. The diapered woman looked around. Around her were large, grey platforms, and beyond that, an endless white void. You are latest Director/Assistant, no? A disembodied voice, or voices, called out. “What the fuck?” Jesse asked, as she headed through the void, her diaper crinkling. Again Polaris spoke into her mind. “The...Board? What, is the Bureau run by a some kinda group of eldritch ghosts?” she chuckled. “Wait, how the hell am I Director?” She asked aloud, as she followed what looked like a path. You picked up the Service Weapon/gun. You were thus chosen as Director/assistant. “I can’t…..well, if it’ll help me find Dylan…” Jessia groaned, as she hopped across the various pathways, noticing odd humanoid statues every so often. Eventually, she reached a platform, where the very firearm, the “Service Weapon” as the Board had called it, hovered in midair. “Alright then, let’s do this.” She took a deep breath, and reached for the weapon, let Polaris each out. Immediatly, a heavy sensation filled her, as she bound the item to her. “Hnnngrh….” She moaned, letting out a moan as a warm load began to leave her bowels, and cause her diaper to expand. She panted as a thick, snakelike turd slid out of and between her cheeks like anal beads, coiling in a pile nestled between her diaper, and her shapely ass. Suddenly, everything burst in a flash of white. Jesse fell back, the Service Weapon in hand, onto her messily diapered ass. Jesse moaned, face flushed as she arched her back, squirting out her pussy juices. “Damn, that was intense….” she panted, slowly standing. She looked down at the Weapon. It looked like a regular handgun, akin to a revolver. She reached back, pressing a hand against the back of her diaper. “Haven’t shit like this in ages.” she chuckled. Another psychic warble filled her brain. “I am not a pervert….OK, maybe a little.” she blushed. With a slight waddle, she began to look around. “Alright Polaris, be my guiding star and lead the way.” Her fully packed Pampers sagged almost to her knees, swaying, as she followed where her resident internally bonded entity led her along through the hallways . As she passed through twin double doors labeled Central Executive, she felt something off in the air. It was then Polaris pinged in her brain. She immediately ducked down, biting down on her lip to stifle a moan as the cool tiled floor, and her heels, squished her loaded diaper against her ass. On the floor stood what looked like soldiers, four of them, though they seemed….off. An eerie crimson glow emanated from their bodies, their speech was akin to the hissing she had heard earlier, and they moved like zombies. Unfortunately for Jessie, they noticed her, raising them guns. Jesse took aim, winging them at first. While she hadn’t handled a gun, except on the firing range a few times, survival took precedence. Part of the Service Weapon rose up and hovered, acting as an iron sight of sorts. As each of her foes fell to the blazing ebony rounds of her new firearm, they burst into a spray of not blood, but a strange blood red energy, and vanished with a resonating scream of fury and pain. Once all her enemies had been slain, Jesse stood once more, dimly aware she was pissing into her messy diaper. She strode down the stairs, an enormous black pyramid hanging over a singular circle in the center. Polaris hovered over it, and upon reaching her, she felt a sense of calm, as the menace in the air faded, and the hissing, aside from her pissing, grew silent. Suddenly she was alerted of a voice coming from a shelter labeled, well, shelter, a panic room of sorts perhaps? Taking a breath, Jesse waddled over, and activated the intercom. “Its alright, it's safe to come out.” she called. “Thank God, wait, who is this?” A woman responded from the intercom. Jesse gave her name, and the person behind the door now had a sense of surprise to her voice, “Oh, you’re the new Director! Alright, we’re coming out.” The intercom beeped. Jesse stepped back as a magnetic seal was pulled away and the door slid open. Out stepped several office worker looking types, and at head was the woman Jesse presumed she had spoken too over the intercom. She was a blonde, and wore a harness of some kind over a pantsuit and white top. Her eyes flicked up and down Jesse, and then she cleared her throat. “Um, thank you Director Faden, I’m Emily, Emily Pope, I’m a researcher here at the Bureau.” Jesse held up a hand, smiling softly. The woman before her seemed to exude an aura of calm that was affecting even Jesse. “Please, Jesse is fine.” she smiled. “So, um, I’m guessing, aside from me, you’re the highest ranked person in this room?” she asked. “Oh, um, yes, ah, Jesse.: Emily smiled brightly. “There’s a meeting room just up these stairs, follow me please.” she said. Jesse nodded, her packed padding swaying as she followed up the marble stairs and into the boardroom. It had your standard large, mahogany desk with some papers scattered about on it. The walls were a dark grey, and held no ornamentation. Emily was sitting down nearby. Jesse sat down in the chair in front of Emily, biting her lip to keep from moaning. “I’m here for, well, personal business.” Emily nodded, “Alright, I’m sure you’ll tell me what that is in due time Di-er, Jesse.” she smiled softly. “Well, before we do anything, I need to need to ask you two things. One, do you know what the Hotline is?” she asked. Jesse shook her head. “Well, it's an Object of Power, looks like an old school rotary phone.” she ran a hand through her hair. “It allows one to communicate with astral beings, or those who have bonded to an Object of Power.” she gestured to the Service Weapon. “Like former Director Trench. Here,” she handed Jesse a map of the Beauru. “This will show you the way, it’ll shift in accordance with the Oldest House, the building. The door should be unlocked.” Jesse smiled back, taking the map and folding it. “Thanks, so, what’s your second question Emily?” she asked, sitting back. Emily shifted, cheeks tinged red. “Um, not to embarrass you Jesse, but uh, why are you naked aside from a m-messy diaper?” she asked. Jesse’s eyes widened, however she thought she saw Emily lick her lips and an almost, hungry look in her eyes. “Y-you can see it?” Jesse asked in shock, her own face ablaze. Emily nodded slowly. “I um, sort of need them. I can, well, control myself, kinda,” she shifted. “As for, well….” she gestured to her nearly nude form. “I don’t know exactly why, but pretty much everything else I’ve tried to wear finds its way off me not long after.” Emily shifted, her own cheeks red, “Fascinating um, do you need help changing or….” Jesse smiled, “I can do it myself, unfortunately I didn’t bring any spares, I can probably scavenge something around here, but otherwise, after I get this off me,” she patted her packed pamps, snickering when she saw Emily gaze at her full diaper. “I’ll be going around. In the nude.” she said. Emily nodded dumbedly, and slid some toilet paper over. “Tell you know, if I ever use another diaper, or find something to “go” in or on, I’ll send you a pic.” Jesse teased. She exited the board room, and found a small little closet by where she would be going. She hummed, untaping her shitstained diaper, and disposing of it in a nearby bin. After wiping herself down as best as she could, the now nude Director began following the map, and Polaris’ guidance. Polaris said something in her mind as she neared the service elevator that would take her to the floor she needed to go to. “Please, even if I were to piss and shit as I walked around here, wouldn’t make it look any less bad than these, uh, Hiss things are.” she blushed. She punched the button, and took a breath as the doors slid shut, and she descended.
  2. Hey all! Before I start; a few things: - I'm writing this on my laptop, and for some reason, whenever I press something like ' or ", it instantly types it, so I can't really write things like "Pokemon" correctly - I'm not English, so there may be some spelling mistakes - I don't really have a schedule for when I write, so check back often ;) Now, without further ado: ------------------------------------------------------- She opened her eyes, but quickly closed them to block out the harsh sunlight comming from the window. Eyes still closed, she yawned. "You up?" She heard from downstairs. "Comming!" She yelled, her voice raspy and dry. She opened her eyes and sat up, brushing her halflong hair out of her face and wrapping her blanket around her shoulders. She looked around the room. Everything was bathing in the warm morning light, almost making it look like a painting. She pushed her bright pink blanket away from her and got up. "Good morning sleepyhead" her mom smiled from the kitchen. "Mornin'" She replied "What's for breakfast?". "I'm making some eggs, here, have a taste". "Oh, by the way..." Chloe looked up, her mouth stuffed with egg "your dad asked you to come by later today". Chloe swallowed her egg and took a breath before replying "Oh? Something the matter?". "I don't know, he was running late, so you'll have to ask him. You should probably leave as soon as possible". Chloe knew her mom was right, her dad was a busy man and if he asked her to come to his work, it was probably something important. "And, of course..." her mom looked slyly at her "Happy Birthday hunny". Her mom got a package from underneath the table, wrapped in bright yellow paper with different kinds of berrys on it. "Oh my gosh mom thanks!" Chloe eagerly took the package and opened it. Inside, there was a pretty, black bracelet with small pink stones on the side. "I love it!" Chloe yelped as she put it on, "Thank you!" she said as she hugged her mom. The lab was always quite imposing, being the biggest building in the town, with a big poke-ball logo on the front and fancy glass doors. Chloe swallowed and walked inside. The blonde behind the counter looked up and smiled. "Ah, Chloe, your dad is expecting you" she said, and Chloe smiled at her as she walked past and went up the stairs. Once at the third floor, she walked through the hallway, counting the doornumbers, "34...35...36...Ah!". She opened the door and walked into the office, if it could be called that. It had the desk and the bookcases, but lining the wall were pipes and machinery, and a glass wall with a door leading to a blue-ish room where even bigger machines were puffing away. "Ah, Chloe! Good that you could see me on such a short notice. First off all; happy birthday darling, did your mom give you your present?" "Yes!" Chloe proudly stuck out her arm, showing off her bracelet. "Haha, glad you like it. Now, you're probably wondering why I called you over here" he asked "Well, my Staraptor got blindsided by an Archeops, and he's down for the count, so I need you to get me some stuff from the next town over.". Chloe's eyes widened, she barely ever left the town, so this was a great opportunity. "I'll let you choose one of the Pokemon working here to assist you on your journey". Chloe heard a lot of rumbling behind her, and as she turned around, she saw a bunch of Pokemon behind her. There were Kling, Klang and Klingklang, a Magnezone, a Clefairy, and more, just out of her sight. "Hmmmmm" she said, looking around, when she saw something yellow shoot away on the wall, quickly moving in here direction, dropping from the ceiling and dropping on the ground in front of her, majestically landing on it's feet. The Galvantula looked at her, head tilted like a puppy, eight glistening eyes. Chloe turned around, "I'll take Galvantula, he seems pretty excited to go outside" she said. "Great!" he replied, "And if anything happens, call mom, ok? There's a professor at the Sandcurl Pokecentre, he'll know what to do". "Ok, I shall not dissapoint you, sir!" she said, saluting with a smirk, before jumping on Galvantula's back and riding out of the office... TO BE CONTINUED
  3. Hello, I haven't really been that active here lately, but it's not like anyone really knows me so it's whatever I guess. Recently I have been playing Cult of the Lamb and it is an addicting game. There is also an abnormal amount of poop involved, to the point that I think one of the developers might have a thing. This story will not have poop in it, but it did get me thinking that it would be prime candidacy for omorashi fanfic with all this convenient scaffolding, and I was surprised when I couldn't find any. So I have written some myself, and it is one of the first fanfictions I've ever written, so like I've said before, quality is not assured. I think I've written the story in a way that allows it to be enjoyed by people who have never played the game, and there aren't any major spoilers. With all that out of the way I hope you enjoy the story. ... "I will give you LIFE again, but at a PRICE! All I ask is for you to start a Cult in my name." The Lamb reflected on their mission as they watched the beginnings of their cult begin to unfold. From a nearby vantage point, they could see the whole site and its people. There weren't many followers, but they were all hard at work. Building buildings, generating devotion, clearing trees; the work of building a society. One unfortunate thing about raising a cult from scratch is lack of commodities. In this cult they have barely anything! The followers sleep in sleeping bags, they eat on the floor outside, and there aren't any bathrooms! What most followers do is find a discrete corner to do their business in, and that's usually what The Lamb did too. As The Lamb was watching, they could see a few followers doing their business behind a large stone, but then out of the corner of their eye they could see someone squirming in the corner of their eye. "An orange fox type follower named Bretyon I think." The Lamb thought to themselves. The fox was indeed the one they were thinking of. The Lamb watched as the follower continued to squirm and occasionally stick a hand between their legs. It looked like they had to pee, but why weren't they going? Were they pee shy? Can they not find a place to conceal themselves? The Lamb was able to watch the follower in great detail thanks to the power of the red crown, a tool gifted by the one who waits, the source of their mission. They continued to work, squirming more and more frequently. "What are they doing?" The Lamb thought in deep confusion, and then something happened that they probably should have anticipated. The fox folded all the way forward with their eyes shut tight, their lip quivering in discomfort as they began to fully wet themselves. It lasted for a long moment as pee continued to cascade from their body as they let out a sigh of relief. A deep blush and a relieved smile began to creep across their face, they seemed to be enjoying it! As they finished, they looked around and then ran into a secluded bush as if to belatedly hide their actions. The Lamb was confused in what to feel. The follower just peed themselves, but they seemed to enjoy it? The Lamb decided ask the follower themselves and came down from their lookout over the cult. Bretyon was still hiding in their bush, a look of embarrassment and self satisfaction on their face. They didn't notice as The Lamb walked up to them and they jumped, letting out a yelp, as they noticed The Lamb for the first time. Their blush grew brighter and they seemed to shrink further into the bush, but they maintained eye contact, as a good follower should. "Great Lamb!" The follower started. "I uh... am currently occupied picking berries from this bush... yes that's exactly what I'm doing!" The Lamb didn't buy the act, mainly because they saw what actually happened, but also because Bretyon was a bad liar. "I saw what happened Bretyon, do you mind telling me why you had trouble finding a place to relieve yourself?" "I-" "And before you try to lie to me again, know that you are a terrible liar." The fox looked down and continued "I... have an... obsession... with holding my pee." The fox began to look truly embarrassed. "I used to do it a lot before you rescued me from the old faith. I can't help myself! The pressure, the warmth of release it's just wonderful I tell you! Unfortunately it's part of why they had chosen to sacrifice me. They said I was unclean of both body and soul. When you said that your cult would be different, I thought-" Bretyon began to tear up from embarrassment. "I won't do it again." The Lamb watched in shock as the follower began to break down in front of them. They seemed so deeply ashamed, and maybe a little afraid. The Lamb knelt down in front of the follower and laid a hand on their shoulder. "It will be alright, I will not banish you from our cult and... I will not forbid you from your desires." Bretyon looked up sharply as they heard that last part "really?! You mean it?" "Yes Bretyon, as your lord and savior I say that these indulgences are your way of defying The Old Faith. When you engage in your habit know that it is with the authority that saved your life." The fox was stunned for a moment, and then tackled The Lamb in a tight embrace. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" The fox squeezed tighter, and some of their wetness got on The Lamb. They seemed to notice this and pulled back reflexively. They shortly composed themselves and said "Thank you. You are truly a great and understanding leader." And they walked off in their wet clothes. This gave The Lamb something to think about as they realized it was time for another crusade, and they stalked out of the camp. The Lamb fought furiously. Minions of the old faith were no laughing matter when it came to combat. Venturing into enemy territory and fighting armies of their followers was the solemn duty of the crusading lamb. They finished the boss with a mighty sword strike, And the beast fell before them. Watching the beast fall, The Lamb began to hold themselves with one hand, holding their sword in the other. Having finished their work for the day, The Lamb egarly returned home. Crusading was hard work, and when you're the sworn enemy of the largest religion in the world, there isn't much time for potty breaks. The Lamb continued to hold themselves as they made their way to the teleport point to find their way home. The arrived at the megar camp and quickly began to sort out their duties. On a crusade, The Lamb would often rescue followers and it was their duty to indoctrinate the ones they sent back to the camp. It was three followers this time, a big haul! The Lamb tried their best to contain their desperation as they quickly explained their cults rules and regulations to the newcomers. They finished by giving them the uniform of the cult, a ragged red shirt and brown trousers. As The Lamb watched them leave, the next that they had to do was cook for the camp. The followers depended on the lamb a great deal as is mandated by the cult's doctrine, so The Lamb needed to cook for their followers, lest they starve. The Lamb did their best to prepare all the food that was needed while simultaneously containing their need. They let out a leak every time they needed to swap hands, and the wool around their crotch began to develop an yellow tinge. The Lamb didn't wear much clothing, just the crown and the mantle that signified their status. To pee, the Lamb would need to manually part their wool away from their privates because of how thickly it covered their body. As they continued to squirm and leak their wool began to get a little heavy. They were finally finished with cooking for the camp and only had one duty left, the sermon. The cult would grow anxious with out a sermon after The Lamb's return from such a successful crusade. The Lamb begrudgingly made their way inside the temple and called everyone in the camp to witness the sermon. As everyone finished gathering, the sermon commenced. As usual, The Lamb began to rise as they uttered the holy words. This made their wet spot visible to the whole cult and some seemed to notice. The Lamb bore the embarrassment and continued the sermon. Soon enough it was over and the followers began to leave. As the last of the followers left, The Lamb fell to their knees, hands between legs. The pressure was unbearable! They tried a few times to get up, to move outside at the very least, but it was impossible. The Lamb began to shudder as their bladder let go, fully peeing on themselves. They didn't try to stifle it, they had already lost. Their wool absorbed a great deal of the accident as their crotch became heavy with urine and was dyed an off yellow. The Lamb began to groan as tiny puddle began to grow from under The Lamb. They finished their business and sat there in disbelief. They... had an accident, and in the temple no less! Panic began to set in as The Lamb began to contemplate the worst. "The followers will lose faith!" The Lamb thought wildly. "I should be able to control myself! I'll be seen as weak, I'll-" a thought struck The Lamb at that moment. Using the same powers that let them call the whole cult to the temple, The Lamb called Bretyon to meet with them. A few minutes Bretyon walked in a little nervous. "What do you need great leader?" Still behind the altar, The Lamb stood up, showing off the results of their mess. Bretyon gasped in shock and there was a moment of silence. "Some unfortunate circumstances have befallen me, and I require your assistance." "What kind of assistance?" Bretyon said trying not to blush. "Your interests have inspired me to make an addition to the doctrine a new ritual that you will help conceive." At this, Bretyon seemed to grow really excited. The Lamb figured that Bretyon believed that The Lamb was somehow engaged in their self described "obsession", but the truth of the matter was that this was an elaborate cover up to preserve the image of The Lamb and maintain faith in the followers. The Lamb called the cult back to the temple for the establishment of a new doctrine. As the followers gathered, The Lamb began to speak the holy words of commandment, declaring that there will be a mandated ritual in which all available followers will soil their garments to prove their defiance of The Old Faith and their sense of propriety. The Lamb included Bretyon in the declaration to honor them and increase their own faith as well as the faith of the others. As the commandment ended, the lamb walked into the center of the temple and the cultists arranged themselves in a circle. Bretyon began the ritual with a contented sigh as a wet patch began to form on the front of their robe the rest of the cult followed suit. Puddles began to merge as more and more robes became stained by the wastes of the cultists. By the end of it, the center of the temple had a puddle that covered the floor and caused each step to make a small splash as they exited. In all that, the cultists failed to notice that The Lamb was wet before hand, and under the guise of a new ritual, their accident was hidden. The Lamb left the temple and made their way to a nearby river as the plunged in to clean themselves of today's events. However, despite all their scrubbing, the urine had left a large stain around their crotch, and it was obvious what had occurred to them. The Lamb stared down at the stain and found that it awakened something in them. Bretyon's words echoed in their mind "The pressure, the warmth of release it's just wonderful I tell you!" The Lamb considered the words and found themselves agreeing with them. With that they relieved themselves in their wool again and this time relished the feeling. The release of pressure in their abdomen, the spreading warmth as it soaked their wool and trickled down their legs, the heavy wetness of the aftermath, The Lamb found themselves enjoying it all and internally they thanked Bretyon for opening their mind to this. Maybe this new doctrine wouldn't be more than a cover up after all.
  4. Heya! I have completed another commission, and wanted to share it with the good folks over here on Omoorg! About the story: The story is a first-person POV from Futaba's perspective, who is a high schooler dealing with a weakening bladder - from bedwetting to full-on accidents, as you will find in the first chapter. If you like accidents and humiliation, with some yuri romance sprinkled on top, you will definitely enjoy! You can read the story here, on my Wattpad. If you are looking to commission your own story, feel free to check out this post. 🙂 Here's a preview of the visual I made for the story: (Yes, it's made with AI. Yes, it took a long time- if you know, you know.) Anyway, pee-ace out! ^^
  5. I made a tumblr post and if anyone has any good prompts for the fandoms mentioned (or any other fandoms) lmk what they are and i will write them! https://at.tumblr.com/fraggleaholic/i-write-fanfiction/rt2ilfm941vx
  6. Hello! Here's an anonymous commission that's been on-and-off work for a while now! Finally revised it and got permission to post last night! Just as a heads up: THERE IS NO ACTUAL PEEING IN THIS. It is just a LOT of holding! Thanks 😄 Words: 3,068 COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN! PM ME FOR MORE INFO :} ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Stars in the chilly night air twinkled overhead as the door to an upscale, authentic cultural restaurant rang open then closed once more. Claire and David had just entered the establishment. This was their third date. While the place was upscale, it wasn’t “break the bank” bad (despite definitely needing a reservation for the night), and besides, David was falling really hard for Claire. Their first date had been almost a month ago, and they had been texting like crazy when apart from each other. Claire worked as a well-renowned nurse at a hospital, and didn’t have much time to go out with her new boyfriend as much as she wanted to, so now when they go on dates, David makes sure to make it supremely special for her. They checked in and followed the waitress to their table, and settled in on high-top chairs, with an even taller table. Immediately, they ordered drinks; wine for the both of them. David had to drive that night, so one would do for him. Meanwhile, throughout their dinner, Claire ordered two more. She had had a long day at work, and wanted to relax a bit. It did not make her more than a bit tipsy, however, and she stopped at three, then ordered water. When they finished their meal and paid the check, they began to make their way out. David had needed to use the bathroom and finally decided to excuse himself to use it while on their way out. To his astonishment, Claire did not enter the women’s room, despite drinking so much alcohol during dinner. When he got out and noticed Claire still standing there, he decided to quietly ask, “Aren’t you going to use the bathroom?” She waved her hand at him and declared just as quietly, “Me? I don’t bother with public bathrooms; I don't really need them. My bladder is pretty strong as is.” David’s eyes almost grew wide in astonishment. He had… a thing for women with gigantic, strong bladders, that are able to hold their weight in gold. Hearing his girlfriend (whose relationship with him was albeit still developing) say this practically made him turn bright red in response. He should have guessed it, due to her being a nurse who works and stands for at least eight-to-twelve hours a day; it just never popped into his head. However, he was extremely embarrassed about what he liked, and refused to tell her, ever. He wanted to avoid a world of embarrassment and make her feel awkward, and besides, what if she decided to leave him due to his thing for large bladdered women? It was highly unlikely, as it was relatively harmless, but still… It burned the back of his mind like a scorching-hot poker. They made their way to the car, and David began to drive, navigating his way to Claire’s abode to drop her off for the night. He had a lovely night, but it was time to depart for the time being. She had a full day of nurse work tomorrow at the hospital, and it was imperative she got some early shut-eye. He dropped her off, giving her a chaste kiss on her lips before she opened the door and got out. David sighed, reminiscing on how she refused to use the toilet earlier, knowing he was going to be thinking about that for at least a few days. *************** The car was successfully parallel parked in the busy street. The coffee shop stood just before David. It was time for his fourth date with his “girlfriend,” Claire. He did not bring her this time; he was supposed to be meeting her at three-thirty, sharp. He swung his phone out from his pocket to check the time: three-twenty-five. David entered the cafe and navigated through the sea of empty tables, scarcely some with a person on their laptop or someone with a coffee on their phone. It was semi-empty, as they picked a day in the middle of the week in the afternoon. Claire’s work schedule had been insanely busy that week, and they finally managed to find one day to mingle in the midst of chaotic nursing. He plopped into a wooden chair and checked the time again: three-twenty-eight. A minute later, the door rang open, and there she was, all bright and beautiful. She was gorgeous today; wearing a little navy-blue turtleneck, and a pair of black leggings that hugged her body perfectly. David couldn’t help but stare, almost gawk lovingly. He walked up to her, and greeted her sweetly, a smile plastered on his face. She smiled back and greeted him just as kindly. They embraced quickly, then let go of each other just as fast. David ordered his usual small hot coffee with regular sugar, no cream, while Claire ordered a large espresso with extra sugar and cream. They navigated back to a table once they acquired their beverages, and began to chat, sipping their coffees carefully at first, then taking larger sips as they cooled. Surprisingly, Claire finished her larger beverage considerably quicker than David did, and he ordered a small; he liked to drink it slowly, while Claire preferred to chug it down. Enough time of chatting had passed before David noticed an urgent need alarming within his abdomen; he had to urinate very badly, as coffee tends to go right through him depending on the day. Today was one of those days. He excused himself and made his way to the restroom to relieve himself. As he did so, he imagined how Claire must be feeling internally, what with her large coffee and all. Did she have to go to the bathroom too? How badly? His mind started wandering, and he got so caught up in it he realized he had finished moments ago. He finished up, washed his hands, and exited, proceeding to sit down with his new girlfriend again. They continued to sit and talk among each other for about another hour or so, before growing out of topics to talk about for the day. By the time they had started dwindling off, Claire’s large hot coffee was long gone. The two of them decided to wrap and head their separate ways, but before they got up, David nonchalantly asked, “Hey, do you need to use the restroom before you go?” Just a quick comment, nothing more, nothing less. Just like the last time they went out, Claire disregarded it entirely. “I don’t like public bathrooms. They’re just so… uncouth…” she replied. David hid his internal feelings quite well, but it took him by such a shock that she just outright refused using any sort of public bathroom, even after the large coffee she finished in what felt like two minutes.Not only that, she lived roughly fifteen minutes from the coffee shop they had today’s date at, with plenty of stop lights and signs on the way there. After giving her a kiss on the cheek goodbye, he climbed into his car, and sat there, pondering his new girlfriend’s bladder. Sure, it was a silly and weird thing to think over, but considering how much he regularly consumed stuff like that, women with what seemed like gigantic bladders, he just could not help but wonder about Claire and her bodily needs. Sure, he knew she worked a strenuous job with practically no breaks, so she must have had to literally train herself to hold it for hours upon hours. He wondered how small her bladder must have been before she started working as a nurse, or if she was already strong-willed in that compartment even before it. He loved the idea of her not going. He did not want to admit it to himself, but it did excite him quite a bit. He just wanted her to drink consistently, and work a full twelve hour shift with zero breaks, and see her come home, frantic with a protruding abdomen. What she did with it was lost in his head, however; he just wanted to appreciate the bulge. What happened with it, he was not too excited for. It was odd, even quirky of him, he believed, but hey, at least it could be a worse “fetish,” like something actually immoral. He reassured himself it was harmless. And it was, mostly. He started the car and drove back to his apartment. While he remained diligent and focused on the road, his mind occasionally slipped back to Claire’s bladder, and continued some time after he got home. *************** David sighed nervously. He was in his room preparing for his fifth date with Claire, his biggest yet: they were going to the movies together. He considered that enough of a third base for him, personally. A real “third base” meant nothing for him right now. He loved Claire for who she was, and wanted to see her again incredibly much so. Also, her bladder. Her abnormally large, able-to-hold-whatever bladder. He had to pick her up for the movie theater relatively soon. He was not running late by any means, but he still wanted to be there early, even if he had to sit in the parking lot of her apartment complex for a bit. David pulled his pants on, buttoned and zipped them, then applied his belt through the loops. After spraying on some cologne and grabbing his wallet and keys, he exited his apartment household and got in his car, and did his mini peptalk he engages in whenever he sees Claire. “This will go swimmingly. You know this. The past few dates have been incredible! You know this will go well, so do not even try to tell me it will not. You got this. This will be the best date yet.” David suffers from some anxiety, especially regarding his dates with new women. He had seen some girls before this, but none of them stuck to him like Claire did. He met her through some random dating app and seemingly clicked the first time they went out together, a simple park date. They walked along the trail and talked for what felt like hours, stopping sometimes to greet people and pet any dog they saw. It was perfect. He would have almost fallen in love right then and there. He wanted to stay with her for quite some time, if not forever, especially if they grew even closer on this date. He knew he could not be thinking that far ahead, but still, it just felt right. Fate and whatnot. After David gave himself his peptalk, he started the car and began the trip to pick up his girlfriend. After what felt like a few moments, he had arrived at the car lot the apartment complex borders. He turned his vehicle off and got his phone out to text her that he had arrived, and would be waiting patiently in his car. She knew his car model by heart at this point, and recognized it quite easily. His phone buzzed back with a reply, stating she would be out promptly. She had a shorter than usual day at work, not as strenuous, and was off for the next day, so he figured tonight would be a great way to relax for her, and to have a nice date. They were going to see some romantic comedy that had just come out, something lighthearted and fun, and she mentioned before how much she loved them. While they were not David’s thing typically, he was willing to endure it for her. Heck, maybe he would even like the movie in the long run, who knows. David sat there for a few moments longer, playing with his phone, until the sound of the passenger door opening jolted him back to reality. There was Claire, as gorgeous as ever. She was wearing a casual outfit this time; a regular pair of blue jeans, a simple fuchsia ribbed sweater, and a modest amount of glittering jewelry, including a nice necklace. David stared in awe for just a second, before quickly shaking his head a bit. “How are you tonight?” he asked her. She replied, “Good! Today wasn’t too bad; patients were very compliant and I did not have to do too much dirty work. I had just gotten home, also.” Her amount of “dirty work,” whether it was cleaning up soiled patients or dealing with outright stuff like skin issues and such, varied from day to day. Some days there was way more than this, if not most days. “Ah, that’s great, babe!” David beamed, then realized what he did. They had not called each other any sort of sweet pet name yet, Hell, they hadn’t even said “I love you,” to each other yet! How could he blurt out such a thing?! However, instead of being taken aback, Claire beamed with him. Finally, to be his “babe,” meant everything to her practically. She refused to show it or say it, but she had been waiting for that moment for quite some time. Despite how awkward the situation felt to David, Claire reveled in it, and got into the car. He proceeded to greet her properly with a simple, quick peck to the cheek. He started the car and they made their way to the massive movie theater, holding around ten or so screens. Many people were expecting this movie, even though David did not realize it. It was the upcoming hit film of the year despite being a romcom. He knew he would enjoy it, despite it being outside of his preferred genres. They parked and got out, then walked through the cold night air to the front entrance and were greeted by a heater blasting in their faces. It was nearing the end of the fall, but their geographical position made it so they did not get snow, just the bitter cold of winter. They went to the ticket counter and purchased the tickets for the romantic comedy, then proceeded to the snack bar. There, they acquired an extra large popcorn (David figured he could splurge a bit for this big date), and each of them got a soda: David a medium Coke, while Claire got an extra large lemon-lime soda. As they walked to their designated theater, they passed by a pair of doors for the restrooms, with an accommodating family/neutral bathroom to the side. “Hey, Claire, you think you need to use the bathroom before the movie?” David reluctantly asked his girlfriend. “To be honest with you, I do. Since I was running late getting home, I haven’t used the restroom since this morning. I did tell you I do refuse to use public bathrooms; they’re just so… unhygienic!” she said with a slight squeal to her tone. David’s face shone bright red as they navigated through the halls, eventually finding their door to the movie. They sat down, right near the back, and settled in with the popcorn and sodas. It was a pretty fancy theater, allowing you to have leg space in front of your seat. Claire gently reclined in hers. The previews began, and they sat attentively watching them. There seemed to be some good movies up and coming, but all David’s mind could traverse to was Claire’s seemingly full bladder, as she stated before. The movie was close to two hours long, so she should be able to hold up, right? However, after the previews ended and Claire began sipping on her soda plentifully, David noticed something out of the corner of his eye: her squirming a bit. It started with her reluctantly becoming non reclining. She started with her left leg crossed over her right. Then it escalated to her slightly scissoring and fanning her legs. David took a look out of the corner of his eye, as he did not want to surprise her too much by suddenly turning his head. He carefully noticed her face in the light of the quarter-way-through movie, noticing her face glowing red a bit. Finally, he sighed, and turned to face her. “Hey, Claire, babe, how are you holding up?” David whispered in her ear. She turned even brighter at this comment. “I-I don’t need to! I’ll be fine. It’ll be dirty anyways!” she loudly whispered. He was shocked at her response. He didn’t even ask about the bathroom! “Aren’t you a nurse? Can’t you go longer than this typically?” David asked quietly. He was genuinely curious at this predicament, as typically she could go twelve-or-so hours without a pee. Claire shook her extra large soda cup, to reveal ice rattling around inside, sounding as though it were half full or nearing empty. “I drank more than I should have.” “Ah. Well…” David had no words. How was he supposed to focus on the movie now, now that his girlfriend’s massive bladder seemed massively full? While the Hollywood-perfect woman on the screen was swooning over a man who did not know of her mere existence yet, David was swooning over his girlfriend’s abdominal pouch. It seemed weird to him, but hey, whatever worked. The movie started off quite boring anyways, and was beginning to regret it at one point. He wanted to hustle through it for Claire, though. As the movie progressed onwards, he saw Claire’s state decline rapidly. She was not acting childish, though; just subtle quirks and movements to keep her bladder in check. Even though she was a smart nurse, Claire seemed to be dumbly drinking her soda, exasperating her condition. Why she was doing it, David had no clue. Must have been tasty. The movie continued onwards until, before he knew it, it was the final climax, and the woman in the movie was kissing the guy she had loved so dearly throughout the film, or getting married; David’s mind has been preoccupied with Claire’s bladder for close to two hours. As people started rising from their seats, and the lights began to brighten, David got up and saw his girlfriend in detail: sweat dripping from her, her face flushed. “Now will you go to the bathroom?” David asked her. She simply smiled and shook her head “No.” “What is her bladder made of?!” David thought. They got up, walked slowly to his car, and even as they passed the restrooms, Claire did not give up. She proceeded to the car, hobbling practically.
  7. Hi guys! I’m here with my first omo fanfic! I’m not sure if anyone here is into Snotgirl by Brian Lee O’Malley, but I wanted to share it anyway because it’s my favorite piece of omo fiction I’ve written so far. Just a little synopsis of the characters, in case no one’s heard of it: Lottie (AKA Snottie) is a social media influencer who’s secretly a huge mess of a human being. Esther is her tragically overworked and underpaid intern. That’s about all you need to now. Without further ado, here’s the story: ••• Fashion blogger Lottie Person is, in her mind, simultaneously the most perfect and the most flawed beauty blogger of all time. With [DISCLOSED] followers on social media, Lottie is simply a must-have at any major gathering if anyone who’s anyone is going to be there. And right now, she really wished that wasn’t so. She’d been on the road for almost an hour on the way to some shmuck’s party, which totally sucked as is, but there was something more in her mind. The hem of her high-waisted pink and white pastel pinstripe shorts was digging into her protruding bladder. Lottie squirmed in her seat, trying not to make it obvious. “You okay Lottie?” Esther asked, not taking her eyes off the road. Damn it Esther, how was she so smart? “I’m fine,” Lottie smiled, “How long until we get there?” Esther tapped her fingers against the steering wheel. She hummed. “Hmm, about half an hour?” Lottie cursed this totally uncool party and the totally uncool dairy-free latte she ingested hours ago that was desperately straining to escape her totally uncool bladder. And Esther, for being so totally uncool and letting her drink HER latte, which was ALSO trying to escape Lottie’s bladder. “Why do you ask?” Esther finally looked over at Lottie, her expression mildly amused, “You gotta pee or something?” “No!” Lottie snapped for no reason in particular. She could feel her face redden, “I don’t!” “Mmkay.” Esther dropped the subject and they sat in silence for a few moments. Lottie shifted her position and was met with a throbbing pain in her abdomen. She needed release, and soon. This guy’s house was only half an hour away, Lottie reminded herself. She’d be able to pee at his place, and oh, it’d feel so good. Knowing she’d made it this long, and despite being so desperate. Lottie would rush in, say hi to the nobody that’s hosting the party, then make a beeline for his toilet. Then she’d unbutton her shorts, pull down her panties, sit on the toilet, and... Lottie pressed her thighs together. She wanted to hold herself, but Esther’s prying eyes kept her hand away from her crotch. Only half an hour. Unless, Lottie speculated, someone was in the toilet when she got there. Or this dude’s plumbing could be broken. Lottie winced at the thought of holding it a second longer than she needed to as her desperate mind ran to wildly unlikely scenarios. What if there was an earthquake and they were trapped in the car forever!? Then she’d definitely pee herself! She rested a hand on her thigh, squeezing her flesh. It wasn’t the same as holding her crotch, but it offered a small ounce of relief. “Lottie?” Esther asked suddenly. Lottie jumped. “Hnnnyeah?” Lottie tried not to sound as strained as she felt. “You sure you’re okay? I can find a place—“ “I don’t have to pee!” Lottie snapped. She hated herself for lying, but something deep within her needed to prove Esther wrong. She would die if Esther thought anything remotely poor about her. “Okay, okay,” Esther shook her head, “I get it.” Lottie felt like she was going to burst. Her bladder hurt so bad. Why was she so stupid? Why couldn’t she just tell Esther she was right? It was then that Esther drove over a pothole and jostled everything in the car. The pothole was nothing, really, but it was the last straw for Lottie’s bladder. She felt a hot jet of pee leak into her panties. Lottie’s hands darted to her crotch instinctively, realizing that at this point that Esther had definitely noticed. There was a moment of silence afterwards. Lottie squeezed her eyes shut, praying that Esther hadn’t just seen that— and also, that she could just hold it a little longer. She managed to stop the flow before there was an obvious stain on her adorable couture shorts, but she doubted she could hold off long. “Lottie—“ Esther began. “Shut up, Esther!” Lottie surprised herself. Okay, she was yelling at Esther now. Too late to back down. “I am a famous fashion blogger! I’m Lottie fucking Person! My life is glamorous. I do not get snot on my designer clothes, I’m never ugly, and I will never, ever pee myself! Stop doubting me and just understand that I don’t have to—“ “Give me a fucking break, Lottie!” Esther yelled. Lottie had never heard Esther yell before, nor had she ever cut her off like that. Lottie was at a loss for words. “Wait—“ Lottie’s voice trailed off when Esther suddenly pulled over. She swerved into the shoulder of the road and turned on her hazards. Wordlessly, she unbuckled herself and stepped onto the shoulder of the mostly empty freeway. Lottie couldn’t do anything but watch in awe. Did she just chase Esther away? She was coming back, right? Lottie wanted to run after her, but her bladder hurt too much to move. At last, Lottie forced a foot out of the car. Keeping one hand firmly between her legs, Lottie stepped onto the ground. She’d never been so desperate to pee in her life— those road trips to San Diego were nothing compared to this. Esther was a few yards down, leaned against a highway divider and facing away from Lottie. Lottie reached towards her. “Esther!” Esther didn’t turn around. Lottie shuffled forward, legs bent inwards at the knees. “Esther please, I’m sorry for yelling at you!” Lottie’s eyes widened in horror as another spurt of pee soaked her panties, this one longer and harder to stem than the last. There was a sizable stain on her high waisted pink-and-white pastel striped shorts. Lottie wanted to cry, though whether it was from despair or relief was anyone’s guess. It felt so good to let out even a little bit of urine—her body ached for more. Lottie tightened her grasp at her crotch as the leak tapered off. She felt a bead of urine roll down her leg, now an obvious stain on her shorts. Her bladder was overflowing and she has already released substantial amount of pee. She knew she didn’t have much time. “I’m sorry I was mean, Esther!” Lottie was barely holding back tears as she confessed, “I’m sorry I’ve been mean to you! You don’t deserve it, I’m just angry because my life is a mess!” Esther turned around when she said this. Lottie continued, “I’m almost in my thirties and I don’t have a real job! I get snot on everything even though I pretend to be perfect, and I’m a grown ass adult that’s about to pee herself on the highway like a dumb little kid!” Esther quirked an eyebrow. It almost looked like Esther was enjoying her pain, Lottie realized. But she didn’t have time to dwell on it. Lottie sobbed. “Oh— oh god, I can’t hold it in anymore! Esther, please don’t look!” The next spurt of pee was her undoing. Her full bladder throbbed painfully and Lottie couldn’t hold back. Pee sprayed from her shorts, gushing past her fingers that were desperately trying in vain to keep the flood inside. It formed into rivulets on her legs and puddled inside her boots. The back of her shorts were soaked, as was the crotch. She felt the warmth of the fabric against her skin and groaned loudly. Lottie threw her head back. It felt so good. She expunged herself of her negative emotions— and all that pee she’d been holding in since morning. And it just kept coming. Lottie’s stream kept going and going with no sign of stopping. The puddle inside her shoes grew, and overflowed onto the cement. When, at last, Lottie pushed the last bit out, she was left feeling very sheepish and vulnerable in front of Esther, who despite Lottie’s request, did not look away. Esther— oh god, Esther was going to leave her. What kind of decent boss cries and pees herself in front of an employee? Not to mention, she’d been so terrible to her. Fuck, Lottie was ruined without her. “I—“ Esther choked out. “Are you going to leave me?” Lottie quickly interrupted. Priorities. “Why, because you lied to me, shouted at me, burst into tears, then peed yourself in front of me?” Esther rolled her eyes, then laughed. “No, of course not.” Lottie wiped snot on her sleeve. “R-really?” “That’s just who Lottie Person is,” Esther took off her overshirt and thrust it towards Lottie. “If I didn’t like it, I would’ve left on day one. I’m sorry for storming out on you in your time of need.” Lottie opened her mouth to protest more than one of the things Esther had said, but realized it was for the best that she kept her mouth shut, for once. She took the shirt from Esther and tied it around her waist. It didn’t complete cover the complete and utter mess she’d made of her shorts, but it was better than nothing. Esther opened the passenger door for Lottie. She hesitantly settled back into her seat, unsure of where Esther was planning on taking her. “I can’t go to the party in wet shorts,” Lottie reminded Esther as she shifted into drive. “Obvi,” Esther rolled her eyes once more, “I’m taking you back home. Something tells me that, after the day you’ve had, all you want is a warm bath, some chocolate, and fresh clothes.” “Esther,” Lottie started tearing up again, “You know me so well...” “Yeah, I know. I’m basically a genius.” •••
  8. I want to get back into writing, and figured I'd do this. Just drop reply with a character from an anime (preferably a girl, since that's what I'm most into) and also a brief summary of what you'd like to see happen in it. It doesn't have to be anything detailed, a bare bones idea is fine. And I'll try to write the fanfiction if I'm familiar with the anime. Hopefully I can get some good ideas.
  9. Hi, I'm kinda new here. I don't know if this is the right place to post this but here we go: I have been trying for quite sometime to recover this fanfic from fimfiction: https://www.fimfiction.net/story/253014/arias-accident-mature Nothing I've tried worked so far (I have used Wayback Machine, btw) and I don't know if anyone can provide a good solution to access this page. Thank you.
  10. My name is Feather and I am a freelance writer. I am best at fiction, specifically romantic and NSFW fiction about specialized kinks, as well as romantic stories that make everyone in their realm of desires enjoy themselves! I am incredibly open minded when it comes to kinks, with only two major exceptions listed below. I also have experience writing many kinks, the main ones being Omorashi, Scat, Foot Fetish, as well as Micro/Macro. I also ghostwrite, with no additional charge incurred, so if you’re looking to publish a book in your name but don’t have the time come to me and I’ll help you out! Self insert fiction with pop culture icons, NSFW with anything you want, or simple romance for people not interested in sex! Nothing is held back, and I want to write for you! Please ask me for the link to my Archive of Our Own if you'd like examples, that is where I post every commission that I am given permission to post. [Pricing] - 2 cents per word, this means that 1,000 words is 20$. (Right now I have a minimum requirement of at least 35$ spent, I apologize if this causes inconvenience.) - Revisions, extras cost an additional 15$ [What to Expect] - When you order I work out a rough outline based on information you give me, I can send in the outline to be checked. - After the outline I turn it into a rough draft, which I can send to you to be checked. (Please note that you get one free revision, if you do not communicate what you want for the first re-write if anything is wrong, that is not my fault.) - After the rough draft is a final draft, which can be sent to you as a PDF, a word document, or both. [Timeline] - Rush Orders are available and it is double the price to get it in a day or less. - It’s very hard to pin down writing into a timeline, but we can hash it out privately very easily. [Exceptions to What I Will Write] - Non-Consensual sexual actions are under no circumstances accepted. - Underage people participating in sexual acts will not be done. [Contact Me] Email: [email protected] Discord: Harpy#9737
  11. From the album: AlphaHyoudou's Art

    Good morning everyone! Today I am excited, since I have uploaded my first story (or fanfic) ever made to the web! It's my first time writing so I'd like you to take a look at it! 😄 Link: It also includes two exclusive drawings for the story! You will not want to miss them 👀 Hope you like it very much, it was quite difficult to do! (I leave this promotional flyer for the publication of the story :3) PD: I have edited the story a bit, mostly to make it more comfortable to read, thanks for letting me know that there was a mistake in the text 🙂
  12. Hi! I'm a freelance writer who plans to post my practice mini-stories here to get the word out about my writing and have a portfolio people can come to, seeing if they like my work enough to purchase something custom! Things I will NOT write: - Non-Consensual Sexual activity, anything non-sexual is totally fine. - Children being involved in sexual content, ABDL or CGL with an above 18 consenting adult is totally fine. Things I WILL write: - Anything that does not fall into the above categories! [Prices] 2 cents per word. 100 words = $2.00 Rush Orders are available, this means every word would be 4 cents per word. 100 words = $4.00 ~Must be paid before I start working, I have some commission work on my profile already if you'd like to take a peek at my writing style, or finished products. [Accepting] - Cashapp | Contact Me | Discord: Harpy#9737 Email: [email protected]
  13. Duos, ever since Caustic took off, it was all they wanted to play, not wanting to open up their little group to any outsiders yet...Not after the incident, not after everything her surrogate father had done to her, to the entirety of the apex games. “Shooting across the field, in Market!” Her soft French voice came through the mic with a harsh scratching, bringing Crypto out of his thoughts with a crash. The blush that came across his face, had been getting worse ever since she...came to his room, started to speak to him again. That sweet tone of her voice, that he had missed, alone in his room after every game, was something he never expected to hear again without the tone of anger washing over it. “Got it, do they sight you?” Wattson’s negatory sound came through and he sighed in relief, moving from the small building he had been hiding out in, his drone swinging through the air to smack back into his hand, seeing the familiar orange and blue crouched behind a rock to the right of Market. The distant roar of Bloodhound made them both jump, though they were out of range. “Crypto! You didn’t have to join me, I’m alright.” Her tone wasn’t as cherry as it would have been a handful of months ago. The truth had come out, though she still had the right to be pissed with him for lying to her. Apologizing profusely, something he wouldn’t do for anyone else, finally got the French woman back in his life. “Don’t worry about it, I didn’t want someone sneaking up behind you, with those morons firing as loud as they can.” Kneeling in front of her, the firing had stopped, an eerie quietness settling over the field, making Wattson shiver, checking her own ammo reserves, the time to third party would be coming soon, if someone else didn’t beat them to it first. “Thank you...It’s nice to have a tracker back on my side...” Wattson looked up at him, giving him one of those smiles of hers, he’d never admit it, never tell her how happy it made him to get looks without burning hate in them from her...He was lucky he had managed to get her back. “REPLICATOR INCOMING!” The robotic voice of the announcer above them made Crypto frown, not needing a reason for any other teams to converge on them. Checking his map as the Market began to light up with firing again he sighed, his lip being gently nibbled. “Tae Joon?” As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she clapped a hand over her lips, looking away, as if too nervous to go where she had gone as his friend before. “Natalie...” Tae Joon liked the way his name sounded coming from her again, it had been too long since he heard it behind closed doors, and saw her smile when she said it. His hand reached out, brushing fingers on her cheek, he made her face him, giving her a rare half smile. “I missed you saying it, no one’s around, don’t worry about it...” Natalie flushed, letting his fingers linger until he took them away, she unclipped an orange flask, blue strips on it to match her outfits aesthetic, off of her uniform. Unscrewing the top she offered, Tae Joon raising a brow took it, sipping what he found to be water, realizing he was sweating bullets in his thick jacket. The hot sun bearing down on him he paused, realizing he had...drank all of it, glancing to her Natalie only giggled, strapping it back in place. “You’re a dork Tae Joon...I wanted you to have it, be careful...for me, Oui?” Natalie spoke before she moved to stand, moving to start rushing Market, Tae Joon flushing as he ran behind her. He was never lying to her again...Couldn’t risk losing that sunshine smile. Hundreds of bullets spent later and they were standing in the middle of Market, two more squads were left, and at this point? Tae Joon expected them to be solos, or at the very least cowards. Sparing a glance at Natalie who was sitting on a death box, catching her breath, he smiled, she had done incredibly well. Another pang from his lower stomach, making him wince, standing up too straight was getting a little bit...difficult. Regret from drinking that entire flask Natalie lent him was burning his chest, trying to stand up anyway, not wanting his partner to recognize the weakness that was plain across his body. How had he let this happen? They had just taken their break, why didn’t he just empty his damn bladder before they were in the top three, the final fight?! Tae Joon groaned softly, biting his lip to cut off the sound of it. Glancing over, he froze, panicking on his features as he noticed the look his blonde partner was giving him, gun in hand she opened her mouth to speak… He really needed to thank whoever threw that arc start later, but it landed between them, causing an explosion that caught him in the blast just a bit, his shields cracking a hair. He heard the laugh of that fucking old man, a growl deep in his throat as he saw Natalie ahead of him, Bangalore up on the wrap-around balcony the Market held, she didn’t see the enemy. “GET-” Tae Joon doubled over, holding his bladder as a sharp painful pang dug its claws up the inside of his torso, a gasp tore from his throat, pain making him a sitting duck, his partner ahead of him, turning to look at him, providing cover fire at Mirage. It might have been a blessing then, that Bangalore smoked, providing cover for them, though by the way they were shooting, a digital threat scope was on that gun of hers, maybe both...Then again Mirages aim was so shit, it could have been coincidence either way. A jerk from his wrist, causing him to start,eyes wide meeting the blue ones of his partner, the look of confusion on her face, mingling with concern filled him with...shame. He hadn’t meant to cause her worry, he hadn’t meant to be a damn burden on the team! “Crypto!! What has gotten into you?!” Tae Joon couldn’t even respond, couldn’t even open his mouth before there was that tell tale sound. His eyes went wide, feeling an intense heat on his shoulder. Wattson screamed, internally he cursed, he had fucked up, they could have won, but he had to just go and be the dipshit, dragging her down! Natalie wasn’t having it, the charge rifle shot had cut away the flesh in his shoulder, cauterizing the wound, sizzling flesh smell burning her nose, as she squeezed his wrist. Forgoing that, her arm went around his waist, dragging him up the stairs, hearing the shouts of the two they left behind, the hatch door opened, drawing fire they narrowly managed to avoid. “I...Sorry...” Even just talking was hard for him, feeling this petite girl drag him out of there, behind a rock, letting him stumble to his knees, shaking as Wattson put her hands on his back, the hacker trying to breathe through the pain feeling the urge swell… “You don’t need to be sorry, just heal!! Recon, I’ll be back for you, please!! Don’t come out, not until you’re alright Tae Joon!” Her voice was frantic, the concern breaking through the fog of his brain, as he nodded, panting, feeling the pressure of her on his back...He felt a light kiss on the back of his hair, a blush melting his face. “N-Nata-” She was gone, running back inside with a warrior-worthy shout, making him smile as he flopped on his back, stabbing the syringe into the burning wound, he closed his eyes, back arching against the pale dirt. “Ngh! Haa!” The medicine started to work its magic, his skin itching as it began to pull back together, the hacket, moving to squat on the heels of his feet. Panting quietly, he opened the control panel to his drone, sending it after his partner. Hack, the drone, rushed out of the holster on his back, the little propulser making its sound as it rushed into Market, seeing Wattson finishing the Bangalore from earlier, the Mirage was nowhere to be seen. The other team, Fuse, and Lifeline were across the way, though...he was having trouble seeing. He could feel himself shaking, in turn...his drone was shaking. Perfectly visible by all the squads, his drone was shaking like a leaf, dodging every single bullet the Lifeline shot at him. This was the end of the line, the pressure that had been steadily building in his bladder was reaching a breaking point. It was getting hard to even focus on flying the drone, to ping the enemies, Wattson needed him! Crypto whimpered, dropping the controller in the dirt, his drone began to fly in circles, Crypto doubled over, not trusting himself to move, the pressure, the burning in his lower abdomen bringing tears of frustration in his eyes, he couldn’t even take the time to go, this was the final fight! “Crypto?!” No response through the coms, all she could hear was whimpering, heavy breathing, before the microphone cut off...She couldn’t just leave him to die, what if the other team, snuck up on him! Turning on her heel, she was rushing out, leaving the two other final teams to duke it out in Market, rushing back to the place she had left her partner. “Tae Joon! Tae!?” Wattson’s shadow fell over him, all he could manage to communicate was a shake of his head, black hairs, swinging in front of his face, the poor man couldn’t bare to face her… “Pl...Please don’t look at me, I don’t want y-you to see me...like...this...Ngh! Fuck...Fuck! It hurts!” Wattson’s eyes went wide, going to her knees, she glanced to the market, the shots were still firing, and every time the bullets went off, Crypto flinched...Reaching out, her hand touched his leg, a gasp falling from her lips as she felt how badly his leg was shaking. “Mon amie! What happened, didn’t you heal?! Did you get shot?!” Natalie’s fingers brushed over the fabric of his pants, before pushing into his jacket, looking for moisture in the form of blood, though she felt nothing...Except a bump underneath the lower half of his shirt. “NGH! F-Fuck! Natalie- don’t! Don’t touch that, leave it...j-just leave it, someone’s gonna find us...shoot you, please! Please just...win for us...I know y-you can.” Natalie swallowed hard, suspicion in her mind...all but confirmed by how violently he flinched. Her hands brushed down his legs, wrapping her fingerless gloved hands over his knees, pushing them apart. “Oh...O-Oh my god, how...how long have you been...holding it!? Tae...Tae Joon, you...your...your….bladder!” The lower half of his shirt was bumped, his shirt tight around it, and it was obvious what it was. His knees were shaking, his chest rising and falling with the effort of holding back his shame, every movement caused him to wince, he was barely holding it together, holding his urine back. “Don’t...don’t look at me, please Natalie, I don’t wa...want you to see this...I’m begging you...” Sweat from his exertion was plastered to the front of his face, his lips parted, his eyes clouded, he didn’t dare move. “I’m not leaving you to be in pain!! If we lose we lose...clearly you are more important to me!” Natalie moved forward, her knees making little mounds in the dirt, her hands gently pressed into his stomach, pushing him to sit on his ass, instead the balls of his feet. “Ngh! Mmmna....Nat...Natalie please, be careful I don’t think I can...stop it...please go away! Fuck...please...” His voice was getting weaker, voice cracks after his pained whimpers, his legs shaking like the heat of the day didn’t exist. “Don’t struggle! You need to let it...out, if you hold it any longer you might burst! It’s okay...I won’t judge you! Do you want me to uhm...undress you? So you don’t...wet...yourself?” The only thing the poor hacker managed to say in response was a shake of his head, if it was between wet pants or Wattson seeing his embarrassing boxers, he’d take pissing himself like a little kid. “O-Okay...Let me just...Here...This may...hurt.” Natalie pushed her fingertips underneath the hem of his shirt, pushing it up, bunching the fabric over the bump of his bladder, Crypto shook his head, but Natalie had to ignore him, it was this or a lifelong weak bladder and...she doubted he wanted the latter. With a flush on her face, black hairs of happy trail leading down into the hem of his pants, trying not to think about it, those same fingertips pressed into the bulge. His reaction was immediate, arching his back, a hand flew to his own hair, grabbing a fistful of the messy black strands, forcing his hand over his own crotch, trying to stop whatever was about to happen, a whimper of pain leaving him. “It’s okay...Tae...Tae Joon look at me...look at me, you don’t need to worry, it’ll pass, it’ll feel good soon, just...let a little out, oui? Just enough to relieve the pressure?” Crypto shook his head again, but those eyes of his flicked up, meeting her blue ones, wishing he could hug her close, his source of comfort. His hips jerked as she pressed into his bladder’s bump yet again, a stifled yelp leaving his lips as he felt his body betray him. He felt warmth, slipping out of him, without him even being given a chance to stop it...Tears that gathered at the corner of his eyes slipping down his cheeks as he squeezed them closed. “Non, non, look at me mon amie, shh shh don’t cry, it feels better already doesn’t it?” Despite himself, he nodded, sniffing as he adjusted against his own hand, feeling the warmth spread across his boxers. Soaking them, the stream weak, barely piddling as he tried to force it back, to stop the stream, but once his body was started it was hard to stop. “Noplease...stop...Idon’twantto.” His own voice’s quiet tone surprised him, the teary nature of it, he could hardly hear himself. Slowly as he hiccuped, he felt the warm stream penetrate his pants, leaking down the inside of his pants to finally hit the dirt, slipping down the hill, between Wattson’s boots, making a river of his shame so obvious any viewer watching this at home would know what an...embarrassing piss pants he was. All the while he heard Wattson, gently petting his cheeks, stroking away his tears as he whimpered, as he tried to pull away but she always pulled him back. His pants soaked, warm, clinging to his inner thigh, his entire body shaking, unable to undo the act he just committed in front of the girl he loved. “Shh shh you’re doing so well! I’m proud of you...it feels better doesn’t it?” Wattson leaned forward, gently pressing her lips to his temple, Crypto couldn’t meet her eyes, closing them, embarrassed, frustrated tears falling down his face...Then he felt her pull away, opening his eyes just in time to feel her coat, fall over him, protecting him from the cameras, providing her comforting scent. Natalie seemed to smile, holding up her gun a smirk on her face. “Now stay here...relax, I’ll go win this for us! Be safe for me...okay Tae Joon?” CHAMPIONS OF THE ARENA WATTSON & CRYPTO
  14. Thorn177

    Chapter 1

    Wade squats at the edge of the roof, surveying the street below. He needs to piss. For a moment he considers standing up and peeing off the roof, seeing if he can hit any of the poor fucks below. He plays with the thought, turning it over in his head. Spidey wouldn’t like it. And it’s not a very hero thing to do, neither. ‘I fucking know that, shut up,’ he says out loud. The boxes are right, of course. If he’s really gonna try to do the hero thing, peeing on innocent passers by isn’t exactly a great move, hilarious though it would no doubt be. There’s a little less room for mayhem when you’re a hero than when you’re just a merc. He really shouldn’t have had all that Mountain Dew. He stands up, anyway, because squatting with a full bladder is like begging to piss yourself. If he can’t piss over the edge of the roof, maybe he can parkour his way to somewhere he can. Only, he realises, he kind of likes this feeling. Really? This is something we’re into now? ‘Maaaaaybe?’ Wade scratches his neck. ‘Never thought about it before.’ We’ve been into way weirder things, his brain points out. Kind of stuff we do for sh*ts and giggles . . . Hell, this isn’t even a kink by comparison. Ooh, we could experiment! See how long we can hold it! Wade considers this for a moment. ‘I guess what with the healing factor there’s no chance of doing any real damage to my bladder . . . Not that that would stop me. I draw the line at wetting myself, though. This suit’s a bitch to clean.’ Which is really dumb when you think about it, considering how much blood you get on it on a daily basis. Wade is still arguing with himself when someone lands on the roof behind him. He notices at once, but it takes him a while to pay the figure any mind. It’s only when Spider-Man clears his throat that he turns around. ‘I don’t mean to interrupt what’s no doubt a fascinating monologue—’ ‘Dialogue,’ Wade corrects him. ‘Trialogue? Di is for two, but there’s at least three. Sometimes six. Multilogue!’ ‘Whatever.’ Wade is pretty sure that Spider-Man is rolling his eyes behind the mask. ‘I was under the impression that we were hitting that trafficking ring tonight. Only I’ve been waiting for you for about an hour.’ Oh yeah, that’s what we’re supposed to be doing tonight! ‘Oh shit, yeah! My bad, Spidey. Got distracted.’ Thinking about piss. ‘Thinking about—no, shut up. Thinking about you, gorgeous!’ Wade bows with a flourish. Spider-Man’s arms are crossed in the body language of someone who’s entirely unimpressed. ‘Uh-huh. So, you coming?’ ‘For you, baby? Always!’ Spidey doesn’t dignify the double entendre with any kind of response. Instead he turns away and stalks across the roof. Wade follows. A thought strikes him just as they reach the other end of the building. ‘Hey, Spidey,’ he says suddenly. ‘You into watersports?’ Spider-Man halts and turns his head slightly. Wade decides that masks on other people suck. He’d like to be able to read Spider-Man’s expression right now. ‘You mean,’ says Spider-Man slowly, ‘like, surfing?’ Oh-em-gee, isn’t he just precious? Aww, who’s an adorably naïve Spider-Boy! Too cute. Too. Fucking. Cute. I may barf. You know, mentally. Wade swats the boxes away, also mentally. Not that they aren’t right. They are so right. ‘Yeah, something like that. Totally what I meant. So, we hitting that trafficking ring or what?’ And with that he jumps off the roof, forgetting that he’s six storeys up and that landing on concrete really fucking hurts, healing factor or no. ————— Fighting on a full bladder, it turns out, is hard. It’s also kind of a turn-on. Especially when Spider-Man’s leaping around with his hot moves, showing off that pert ass of his. The traffickers put up a decent fight, but nothing the two of them can’t handle, once they’ve released their victims into the night. And Wade tries not to kill anyone, he really does, but it just so happens that blades are meant for stabbing, and his hand-to-hand isn’t as great as Spider-Man’s. Besides, one of them is aiming his gun at the back of Spider-Man’s head while the arachnid’s busy with three others, and Wade doesn’t really have time to think, so he runs the fucker through. He doesn’t feel especially bad about it. By the time the fight is over, Wade really, really needs to piss. All that moving around has shaken his bladder and it’s making it harder to hold it in. Spider-Man makes a disapproving sound once he’s finished webbing the knocked out traffickers together, looking down at the dead guy. ‘What?’ says Wade defensively. ‘He was gonna shoot you! I just saved your life, baby boy.’ He pauses. ‘Do I get a kiss as a reward?’ ‘You really, really don’t,’ says Spider-Man dismissively. ‘Couldn’t you have, like, non-mortally wounded him or something?’ Wade throws up his hands in exasperation. ’Everyone's a critic! I don’t know what kind of bullets you’re used to, sweetcheeks, but the ones I tend to deal with move really, really fast. So, no. I just reacted. You’re welcome.’ He doesn’t look happy, does he? You’d think he’d be a little more grateful to us for saving his life. Spider-Man sighs, his crossed arms dropping to his sides. ‘Yeah. I’m sorry. Thanks, Deadpool.’ Wade blinks, not sure if he actually heard what he thought he heard. ‘Am I hallucinating?’ Did he just apologise? Did he just thank us? ‘You’d better get out of here,’ Spider-Man continues. ‘The cops will be here to arrest this lot soon.’ Wade cocks his head to one side. ‘Aren’t you coming?’ ‘Someone’s gotta explain this to them.’ Spider-Man nudges the dead guy gingerly with his toe. ‘I could get rid of the body,’ says Wade without missing a beat. ‘Yeah. No.’ A moment passes. ‘So, you going or what?’ Wade crosses his legs. His bladder feels full to bursting point now. Their conversation was a decent distraction, but now it’s getting almost impossible to ignore. ‘Yeah,’ he says slowly and swallows hard. ‘It’s just . . . kinda hard to move.’ Think of a babbling brook! Or a waterfall! Crashing waves, maybe. Or, you know, just think about piss. ‘Dudes! Not helping!’ Wade growls under his breath. Spider-Man crosses his arms again. ‘Why?’ His tone is skeptical. ‘You injured?’ Wade laughs in spite of himself. ‘No, no. I’m good. Just . . . Kinda really need a piss.’ Spider-Man sighs and rubs his forehead with his hand. ‘What are you, five?’ ‘Fine, fine.’ Wade starts shuffling towards the door of the warehouse. The going is slow, though, and after a few steps he whimpers pitifully and grabs his crotch. That’s right, show Spider-Man how you can’t even hold your bladder. ‘Shut up!’ Wade manages to croak. ‘I didn’t say anything,’ says Spider-Man. He sighs again and steps around Wade to look at him. The faint sound of police sirens reaches Wade’s ears, which means Spider-Man has been hearing it for a good while already. ‘All right. Go hide behind those crates.’ Spider-Man points to the back of the warehouse. Wade turns around and shuffles the other way. He reaches the crates just as the police cars come to a screeching halt outside, and squats down behind them as quickly as he can manage. Bad move, bro. ‘Motherf-aaaahh . . .’ Wade hisses as his bladder begins to void without warning. Peeing has never felt so good. Urine trickles out into his suit, warm and wet. He sits back against the wall, trying not to moan. There’s no point trying to stop it now, he reasons. Thought we weren’t gonna wet the suit. We weren’t, but we did anyway. It’s gonna be hell to clean. ‘I don’t care,’ Wade whispers, closing his eyes in bliss. So, we are into wetting ourselves, then. Good to know. Another kink to add to the list. Beyond the crates, he hears voices. Spider-Man is talking to the cops, but Wade can’t focus on what he’s saying. A minute later he’s still wetting. The piss is leaking out of his suit, forming a puddle around him. When it finally stops, he looks around and it occurs to him to wonder what’s in the crates. The cops are talking loudly enough that he risks pulling one of his katanas and uses it to pry the nearest crate open. It’s like Christmas has come early. The crate is full of weapons. Lovely, shiny handguns, and big, heavy assault rifles. He picks up one of the handguns, trying its weight in his gloved hand. It’s got good heft to it. A new kink, fighting baddies with Spider-Man, and now a brand new handgun? Today couldn’t get better if it tried. Wade pries open another crate, predictably enough containing ammo clips, loads the gun and sticks it down the back of his sopping wet pants. Then, forgetting all about hiding, he stands up and calls, ‘Hey, Spidey! And cops! These guys weren’t just smuggling people, they were smuggling weapons too! You might wanna step carefully back here, though. I just took a piss on the floor.’ Everyone stares at him for a moment. Then five guns are drawn on him, and he puts up his hands. ‘Aw, come on! Help me out here, Spidey?’ Spider-Man just slaps his palm to his forehead and shakes his head exasperatedly. Right about now’s probably a good time to get out of here. There’s a window on the wall above the crates. ‘Okay. I’ll just be leaving now.’ All the guns go off as Wade leaps onto one of the crates, swings up onto another, grabs onto the window sill and hoists himself outside. One of the bullets nicked his shoulder, but it’ll heal. Deadpool vanishes into the night, leaving only the occasional drop of urine behind.
  15. This is a fan-fiction of the anime "My Next Life as a Villainess: All Routes lead to Doom!" an Anime which I cannot recommend enough. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mary was walking along the academia’s paths, her elegant orange dress scraping the stones under her. Before coming, he had checked, and Keith was currently inside class. It was so hard for her to spend quality time with Catarina these days, between all of her suitors. But now, Catarina was all by herself, and now Mary was bringing her vegetables, seeds, and a special diuretic-spiked water bottle. If all went well, Mary would comfort the wet and crying Catarina, and maybe even… Mary got warmer below her stomach. She couldn’t think of that now or she’d be distracted. She got to Catarina’s small garden field, where she was working energetically with a hoe. Looking up from her work, she saw Mary on the path; she smiled and waved at her. “Mary! What brings you here?” she asked enthusiastically. “Oh, I wanted to come by and visit you” she offered her basket, “I saw you hard at work and brought you some seeds for your garden and some water since you must be thirsty.” Catarina smiled widely. “Aw, thanks, Mary.” Thirsty from her work, Katarina a girly drink from the bottle. After she put it down, Katerina picked up her whole again and got back to work, planting the seeds and vegetables that Mary had brought her. “Say, Catarina, why do you work so hard at your farming even now that we’re at school?” “Well,” said Catarina, not stopping, “you’ve gotta be ready for anything. Farming could come in handy one day.” Remembering something, she asked, “So, Mary, is there anyone you like yet? How’s your relationship with Alan?” Mary looked fondly Catarina, “Well, he’s nice, but in all honesty, I like you.” “Hehe” That’s nice, but not what I meant. Soon, Catarina began shifting her legs, and eventually she put down her hoe gingerly. “Catarina,” Mary asekd innocently, “Is something wrong?” “I’m fine, Mary. I just need to go to the ladie’s.” Mary grew excited. “Well, Catarina, how about…” Just then, Mary heard Keith’s voice calling for Catarina. Shoot, he must have gotten out of class! Quickly, Mary Crab Catarina and pushed her towards the large tool said that was always near the fields. Catarina, surprised by this, accidentally squirted into her pants, the diuretic taking effect. They both went into the shed, Catarina desperate to hold her self now. As Mary closed the door behind them, Catarina began squirting uncontrollably into her panties, and she quickly took of her undergarments and squatted, peeing into the dirt. “Sorry, Catarina, it was just…” She turned quiet, and red, when she saw Catarina urinating so openly in front of her. Mary’s heart and breathing sped up, and she looked stunned at her love interest’s crotch. Finally, Catarina stopped peeing. “Ah…” She looked up. “Sorry Mary, I really had to go. Do you have something that I can use?” “Oh, uh, sure.” She handed over her handkerchief, and Catarina rubbed herself with it. Dressing, Catarina got up again and gave the handkerchief back. “Sorry about that.” She hugged Mary and pulled apart. “You’re a great friend.” “Uh, yeah.” After Mary and Catarina had left, later that night in her room, dressed lightly in pajamas, Mary locked her door and flopped on her queen-size bed. Grabbing her handkerchief from her night table, she smelled it fondly. It still smelled like Catarina’s pee. Mary remembered, warmly, how Catarina had looked so relieved to pee freely, and how… Soon, Mary couldn’t take it anymore and began rubbing her crotch. It felt good, and she rubbed harder. No one was around to hear her orgasm loudly.
  16. First story in a while. Sorry for potential bad grammar, English isn’t my first language. Five years has passed Since the end of the Great War and the tyranny of firelord Ozai are long gone. Katara have Been looking forward to visiting her sistertribe ever since her 19th year birthday and the day had finally come. As she rode in on Appa with her brother Sokka and her fiancé Aang, she noticed a slight urge to pee (bladder 23/100) but she forgot all about it when she saw her old friend Soh stood on the ice wall ready to welcome them. Soh was ecstatic and she couldn’t wait for the traditional fishing trip she and Katara always goes on to catch dinner when either one is visiting the other. As Appa landed on the wall Soh ran towards Katara knocking her over for a hug. “When are we going on the fishing trip Katara” Soh asked “soon” katara answered “I’ll just have to unpack my bags” she added an smiled. “We can handle it” Aang said and made a gesture towards Sokka “we can?” Sokka said confused “yes” Aang said with a bit irritated looking at Sokka. “YAAY” Soh said and grabbed Kataras hand before running of into the distance. 10 minutes later... Katara and Soh was already in the water and the waves hitting the narrow Canoe reminded katara she forgot to pee when she arrived (bladder 30/100). Katara chose to hold it since she didn’t want to disappoint sue who’ve been looking forward to this trip. 10 minutes passes (bladder 37/100) S: I got one, I got one. K: let me see it S: it’s a red tuna K: Awesome three more fish like that and we have enough for dinner. 19 minutes and 2 fish later Kataras urge have become visible (bladder 50/100) she had begun to wiggle and Soh have noticed. S: are you okay? K: yeah, it’s just that I kinda have to pee, but it’s not that bad. S: just pee here then, better than being uncomfortable holding it in. K: I would if this canoe was wider, but there’s no way I can hold my balance in a squat over the water and besides, the weather and wind out here makes it to cold to pull my panties down. S: I meant pee your pants. Your a waterbender right? You can always bend the urine out of your jeans, I literally do it all the time. K: your crazy 30 minutes passed and they still only needed one fish to have enough for dinner and Kataras urge have grown unbearable (78/100) kataras hands are buried in her crouch and her fidgeting is now so severe, that Soh can fell the canoe shaking slightly. S: just pee your pants already! K: I’m already kinda considering, but I’m an adult, I’ve never done anything remotely like that. S: Would it help if I did it first? K: blushes and nods* Through some effort Soh manage to turn around in the narrow Kano and now faces katara (Sohs bladder at 28/100 kataras at 80/100) S: Okay I went just before you arrived so give me a minute to concentrate. katara looks at Sohs crouch and after a few seconds a few spurts of pee makes a wet spot appear on Sohs pants. Soh starts making bending motions and the urine escapes her jeans and forms a ball that disappears into the ocean. S: your turn katara removes her hands from her crouch, spread her legs as much as the canoe allows takes a deep breath and the next thing the girls hear, is a loud hissing sound. bladder 0/100
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  18. “A true commander must have 100% control over every aspect of themselves,'' Those words rang through Tak’s head as she paced around her newly acquired second commander’s quarters. She’s been with the resisty for several years now, climbing the rank. She's next in line for the commander position, but wanted to prepare herself however she possibly could, any training that she even had heard RUMORS of commanders going through, the elites, anything. They were rumored to put themselves through everything imaginable to the point they could lead troops even with one of the greatest Irken weaknesses affecting them: their weak bladders. She paced around her quarters, circling a table in the middle, in the middle of the table was a can of Irken soda, and a small vial of clear liquid, she paused to look at it for a moment, her antennae twitching a bit in apprehension. She picked up the small glass vial and swirled the water-like substance. Holding it up to the lamp above, The label was skuffed and faded, faded to the point of illegibility. But she knew what it was, it contained a powerful diuretic, one strong enough to bring even the strongest bladdered individual to their knees.. She had gotten it from a group of smugglers that often supplied the resistance with various medicines. She put it back on the table, her antennae twitching once more, her nerves getting to her a bit, knowing that she can’t undo the effects once it’s been imbibed. She resumed her pace around the table, debating if she should even do this, maybe it was just a dumb rumor, pff, this is stupid...right? And yet, it makes sense, It is a weakness of the irken race after all…. She bit her thumb a bit. “I’m just overthinking this, it’ll be fine.” She spoke to herself, glancing to the metallic door of her room, she then turned her attention to the box of junk that used to be Mimi, who’s in a state of almost repaired, but not yet functional. She found herself wishing that she had finished that project so she could have Mimi guard the room, she had requested the day to train, however, if an emergency broke out… She grabbed the vial once again, biting her lip slightly. “Here goes nothing, I guess.” She unscrewed the cap of the vial and downed it like a shot, the taste was bitter and unpleasant. She choked it down, grimacing a bit as she placed the vial down with a small “clack”. She grabbed the soda and cracked it open, chasing the medicine down with the fizzy sweet beverage, the taste still lingered though, so she kept drinking until the taste was gone, leading to her finishing the whole can. She crumpled the can and tossed it into the waste bin next to her bed. She clambered onto her bed, “Now we wait.” But that’s much easier said than done, she laid down on her back, letting out a small sigh, looking up at the ceiling, she could hear the quiet noises of the resisty headquarters. She could hear some people chatting in the hallway of the various rooms. This chatter and background noise has given her so much more comfort than she’d ever admit, it made her feel like she wasn’t alone. She inhaled deeply, smelling the stale and re-filtered air, she has grown used to it. This felt very much like home, and once she’s ready to help lead? She will make this group unstoppable. She remembered when they found her, near death, PAK’s batteries low, she was originally kept to be ransomed off, but when the tallests turned her back on her, she was left a prisoner for a while, but they saw the potential to be a great member of the resisty in her, she wanted revenge, revenge on the tallests, revenge on Zim…just ...revenge...and that’s what they offered. As time passed, she had grown loyal to the Resisty. No matter what, however once she’s gotten her revenge, all bets were off, at least that’s what she’d tell herself. She let out a small sigh, crossing her legs a bit to get more comfortable. She glanced at the clock on the nightstand, it was still somewhat early. Not even 5 minutes had passed since she last looked. She stood up and went to the small window in her room, A perk of being in her current rank. She watched the stars go by as the resisty boarding ship drifted lazily through space, surrounded by some of the various ships the resisty has acquired through the years. Most of these ships have been out of production for years and years. She felt her bladder give a warning sign, she furrowed her brow a bit, pressing her legs together, it began. She lets out a shuddering sigh, closing the metal shutters on the window, turning around and pressing her back against the wall. She fidgeted a small bit before shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she did this for training, and training she shall do, she squeezed her legs together one more time before moving them back apart. She began some basic training stretches. It didn’t take long for her bladder to fill, it didn’t help that the stretches she was doing was putting strain on it, she winced a small bit, but kept doing them, trying to keep her legs apart unless the stretch required it. She moved onto push-ups. 1, 2, 3, 4… The up and down movement caused the contents of her bladder to jostle around, she swallowed a whimper and continued, 5, 6, 7, 8… Sweat dropped from her forehead to the floor, she could normally do push-ups without issue, but it was so much more difficult this way, 29, 30, 31, 32…. She was to do 100 of these, and she wasn’t holding up as well as she was hoping, It got bad fast, her legs felt weak and trembly, and her bladder felt painfully full, it felt like it could burst...She focused on the floor in front of her, a small puddle of sweat had pooled below her, 41, 42, 43, 44.… A whimper accidentally slipped out from her, she winced, but more because of the noise than the pressure on her bladder. The walls are rather…thin, nobody heard her though, from what she could hear anyways. She let out a sigh as she did the last push-up, she then pushed herself to using her PAK legs, wincing as her feet hit the floor, sending a jolt up through her entire being, Her legs snapped together for a moment, but she forced them back apart. She grabbed the bottom of her uniform a bit and tugged down, shifting around a bit, it was really bad, but she was going to hold on, no matter what, she squeezed her legs together once more, before letting go of her uniform and moving her legs back apart, She had other exercises to do, more training to undergo. No matter what. She was just beginning her next set of exercises when she heard the buzz of the intercom turning on, “Attention all high ranking officials, please meet up in The headship, A free Vortian settlement has requested our assistance in defending their planet from the empire. I repeat, All high ranking officials, to the control deck on the main ship!” Lard Nar’s voice rang through the scratchy and outdated communication system. She winced at it, knowing that she was one of said officials, And she’d have to pause her training, she squeezed her legs together for a second, gathering herself so she could do her duties. She was intending to do logic puzzles to ensure her mind stays clear and her decision making skills remain strong, however this will suffice. She took a deep breath and then tapped the button to open the sliding door, strolling out as if nothing was wrong, appearing calm and collected on the outside, she made her way to the teleporter room, she appears confident, yet her PAK was giving her bladder capacity warnings. She heard the ambient conversation of the other denizens of the ship, some were talking about the call over the intercom, some were discussing living on the ship, some were chatting about various topics, like the food service, their jobs, etcetera. She walked down the hall, focused just right ahead, Her antennae twitched a bit as she heard her own Pak pinging her again over her bladder, it’s a good thing she’s the only person who can hear it...right? She simply shrugged it off though, She reached the teleporter room, looking at the cylindrical glass tubes that would teleport her to any ship in the resisty armada she needed to go to. She made her way towards the largest teleporter in the middle, teleporter 27, which leads to the Headship, the StarSkipper. She stepped in and pressed the button to shut the tube, and prepared it for transportation, the panel sparked and fizzled a bit, but a firm smack to the console caused it to work as intended. With a blinding flash of purple tinted light and a loud crackle and “bzzt”, she was brought to the StarSkipper’s teleporter room, She teleported just a tad above the floor of the teleporter, dropping a few inches to the ground, sending shockwaves through her poor, painfully full bladder, she doubled over a bit at the shock, her Pak legs extended up ensure she didn’t fall over. Her legs were clenched together as tight as they possibly could, She had a death grip on the bottom of her uniform’s shirt, and was tugging down, She felt a thread or 2 pop in the woven uniform, but she didn’t care, she felt a small bit of urine spurt out past her iron defenses, she felt herself pale a bit, and her antennae dropped flat against her head. It took her awhile to regain full control, longer than she wanted it to. But she wobbly got to her feet, took a deep breath, and re-separated her legs, she quickly looked around, to ensure nobody saw her slip there, She was saved as she was alone in the teleportation chamber, maybe the others were already at the control deck? She cleared her throat and straightened herself up, smoothing her wrinkled uniform shirt and moving her legs back apart, her Pak legs retracting fully, she began walking out of the teleportation room as if nothing happened. Outside of the teleportation room was a hallway that lead to an elevator to the other decks, she made her way towards it, Passing by more teleporters and a few various maintenance rooms, she wasn’t sure what was there, but it wasn’t her destination, so it didn’t matter to her. She got into the elevator to see one of the resisty members, not high ranking, but not the lowest on the totem pole, she gives them a curt nod, they nod back, She looked over the wall of 50 buttons, before hitting the button for the floor she needed to go to, the other person was heading a deck below, so it’s just another delay to her. The other resisty member was focused on the door, not even awkward smalltalk was exchanged between the 2 as the elevator creaked its way up, the bulb flickered with a small hum, it was still providing light, but it was dim and flickering, but she didn’t really care though. She heard her Pak give another warning about fluid capacity, it was getting really, really, bad, but she refused to show any signs (ESPECIALLY since she’s not alone in the elevator). She glanced over to the screen, showing their progress in their ascent to the higher levels, they were slowing to a stop 2 decks below the one the other member was heading to. One of the higher ranking resisty members walked onto the elevator, followed by their assistant. They were one of the other ones called to the brig, She backed up to make sure they had room, and also because she didn’t like people in her personal space, The lower ranked member also backed up, and if they weren’t quiet before, they certainly are now… The elevator ride felt like it took forever, before slowing to a stop at the lower ranking member’s requested stop, they awkwardly squeezed past the higher ranking officials, their mandibles clacking together apologetically, as they went to join the rest of the janitorial crew on that floor. Leaving Tak alone on the elevator with the higher ranked alien and their Vortian companion, Who even after all these years, still eyed Tak with distrust. The elevator continued its ascent, with the distrustful Vortian assistant eyeing Tak, as if just waiting for her to strike, but Tak had other things on her mind… She felt her antennae droop, hitting the back of her head with a small clack. Her bladder throbbed, threatening to release now, yet she refused to allow herself to show even just a single sign, yet her Pak began flickering in a way the Vortian couldn’t help but notice, Tak felt a bead of sweat roll down her forehead, it didn’t help that assistant had his eyes laser focused on her. The elevator lights flickered and dimmed further, and the elevator ground to a halt between the decks. “My, how unfortunate.” The high ranking general muttered to themselves, before reaching for and pressing the call for maintenance button. Meanwhile, the assistant kept their eyes on Tak… As the general was explaining the situation to the maintenance workers, Tak was trying to stay calm, but on the inside, she’s in panic mode, her bladder was so full it hurt, and she knew it wouldn’t stop, her Pak has been giving her fluid level warnings too, so that didn’t help at all. And the worst part? She didn’t know exactly how much longer she could hold on… She bit her bottom lip, shifting her weight from side to side, glancing over to the 2 other people in the elevator, the General, a Screwhead by the name of General Fernaru, was focused on relaying the relevant information to the maintenance drones through the intercom. And his Vortian assistant, Craw G’halu, who has not stopped staring at Tak. “What are you staring at?” Tak said curtly. Furrowing her brow, and flattening her antennae even more. Normally though, she would’ve just ignored his staring, but she had no time or patience for this right now. “Well, yknow, the years of slavery would do that to you. I just will never trust an Irken...Plus, your Pak is flashing and that’s making me nervous, what’s it gonna do? What are you planning? Eh?” The cross Vortian snapped. Tak simply raised an eyebrow to the outburst, her antennae popping up a bit, ready to remind this rookie of their rank. “May I remind you, that not only is your personal superior right there, but I also vastly outrank you, and if I had ill will towards you or any of the resisty-” she squeaked a bit at the end as a little spurt escaped, her antennae flopped back and she just froze, her face heating up a bit, but managed to prevent her legs from slamming together. Craw raised his eyebrows and took a step back. “What the hell?!” He looked her up and down. Tak glared at him, but before anything else happened, General Fernaru turned around, stopping Craw in his tracks, and Tak didn’t want to fight in front of a superior, she straightened her posture a bit and cleared her throat, antennae still flattened.against her head. They all stood in an awkward silence, just waiting for the repair squad to do their job and repair the elevator… Tak shifted her weight from foot to foot, she so desperately didn’t want to give off any signs at all, but her bladder was so, painfully, full…Her breathing had become shallow, as to avoid making it worse, but she refused to let any signs show…. However, not 3 minutes later, the elevator creaked, and jerked upwards, resuming its slow ascension, Tak let out a relieved sigh, despite herself. The doors creak open, Tak nearly pushed the assistant out of her way to get out of the elevator, it was so bad, she needed to go, and now. She started to make the turn towards the restrooms on this deck, But an intercom message rang out, interrupting her. “Attention high ranking officials, the situation has turned hostile, All high ranking officials to their stations, now! Repeat: High ranking officials to the brig NOW, And soldiers, to your battle stations, Resisty protection program participants, Get to your rooms, It’s code Pergle, repeat: Code Pergle.” Lard Nar’s voice rang out over the scratchy intercom, sounding panicked, it must have gone badly.... She looked back the way she was heading to get to the restrooms for a moment, before furrowing her brow, she had a job to do, and by god, she was gonna do it, she marched down the hallway towards the control room, acting confident once more, even though her bladder was so full, it felt like it could burst at any moment…She had a job. She reached the brig, saluting her new superiors, and taking up her post, at one of the chairs, her job was to help the commander, Who was seated next to her, with a large monitor in front of them. Tak crossed her legs on the chair, trying to look casual, but in reality, it was because she was struggling to handle this, her Pak gave the dreaded final warning just then. [Fluid Waste Containment Organ is at maximum capacity and cannot hold anymore, Please make your way to the nearest restroom, The countdown has begun before the P.A.K, initiates the forced ejection of fluid waste, as to avoid unwanted damages to the organ or to the P.A.K’s sensors.] She paled a bit, eyes going wide and antennae pressed flat against her head, she frantically scanned over the room, panicking internally, she could faintly hear the countdown going down, she had 15 minutes to get out of here. She heard what happened, the planet that sent the call for aid was starting to be conquered. Off of the commander’s screen, She saw an offshoot of the Irken armada, beginning to bombard the poor planet with lasers. The commander watched, wide-eyed, Tak leaned forwards (wincing a bit at the pressure change), and pointed to the small ship hovering close to the attacking ship. “That’s the powership, the-the battery for the laser is external and the-the-the power is beamed in from a different ship.” she explained, stuttering a bit, despite herself. The artillery leader nods, sending that information to the stormer ships, that was gonna launch a counter attack. Tak pointed out the type of fleet it was, a recolonization fleet, so they were intending to wipe out the Vortians here, only to replace them with more Irkens, she pointed out the ship that had the smeets that would’ve grown to be the new inhabitants, the artillery leader nodded, giving the information to the stormer ships as well. She continued to give any information she possibly could regarding the fleet, even through the brain fog a full bladder and a stress inducing countdown could give a person. She felt another jet of urine escape while she was in the middle of a sentence, causing her to accidentally yell out the rest of it, before quickly getting to her feet, wincing at the shock of the drop. “I, Sec-Second Commander Tak, would like to request to be dismissed.” She said, saluting, her legs pressed together. Leader Lard Nar’s eyebrows raised at this, she hasn’t requested to be dismissed since she was first rescued/captured. “Second Commander Tak, is everything alright?” he asked. She nodded a bit, trying not to fidget, She saluted and waited to be dismissed. The rest of the crew murmured amongst themselves for a bit, She looked between them all, a bead of sweat rolling down her forehead, her clock rapidly clicking down. She wanted to put her hands in between her legs to try to help alleviate some of the pressure as it just hurts so bad, it doesn’t help that she’s stuck standing here, as still as can be, in front of all her superiors and some of her equals, the only person who was lower rank than her, is the assistant from the elevator, who was busy taking notes, glancing up only to look at her. “Everyone please, quiet down.” Leader Lard Nar barked out, the room went silent, “Second Commander Tak, As much as I’d like to, under code 8702-D, in order for me to grant your request for dismissal, You must present a reason.” he continued, leaning forward in his chair slightly. If her antennae could flop back further, they would be, she winced a bit, she thought over how to explain this, “Uh, I...Er...I-I was- my-my training was not completed, it’s something I desperately must attend to.” she babbled. Some of her superiors raised an eyebrow to her stammering, maybe thinking she’s lying, they began muttering among themselves again, she looked over the group, fidgeting a bit, partially from nerves but mostly because she was about 10 minutes away from actually pissing herself, She looked up to Lard Nar, awaiting his answer with bated breath. He thought it over a bit, listening to the others discuss it, keeping track of the answers, before slamming his fist down on the arm of his chair, signalling the discussion period is over. “The ayes have it, Second Commander Tak, your request for dismissal has been approved. You may go.” Lard Nar concluded after a moment. Tak let out a sigh of relief, and bowed her head, “Thank you, my leader, long live the resisty.”, She saluted and then quickly made her way out. Once she was out in the hallway, she felt her knees buckle, twisting inwards, She swallowed back a whimper, she had to get out of there ASAP. She sprinted towards the restrooms on this deck, wincing as it increased her (already very intense) need to pee, she felt a spurt slip out, dampening her pants further, she let out a yelp, hopping a bit as to continue moving forwards but also to allow her legs to snap together, she grabbed her uniform shirt, pulling down on it, causing her to hunch over further. She reached the restrooms, only to see a big ol’ “out of order” sign plastered on the restrooms, she furrowed her brow, “Oh come on!” she exclaimed, absolutely livid, She went to try the doorknob anyways, but it was locked, she kicked the door in frustration, sending a jolt through her body, causing her to leak once more, she quickly crossed her legs against each other, squeezing them to try to hold herself without actually using her hands. She had to stay like that for a whole minute for her to regain control, she winced at the lost time there, but she knew if she didn’t do that, she wouldn’t have gotten the last 6 minutes. She made her way towards the elevators, maybe she could make it back to her room, there was a restroom in there! She hobbled out into the hallway, checking to see if anyone else was around, The coast was clear so she stuck a hand in between her legs to try to hold on, She limped forth. She reached the elevator, and pressed the button to call it, shoving her other hand in between her legs as well, she hopped slightly from foot to foot, she hated that she was doing a potty dance like a smeet, but it…helped a little bit. a whine slipped from her lips, she had to pee so badly. The elevator finally arrived, empty, thank goodness. She hobbled in, and gingerly removed one of her hands from in between her legs to press the button for the teleportation deck, she put her hand back between her legs, leaning on one of the side walls for support while she waited for the elevator to descend, She bit back a whimper as she braced for the movement of the elevator. It creaked as it went down at a snail's pace, She had her eyes focused on the screen that showed what level she was on, and counted down, shifting her weight from leg to leg a bit, still leaning on the wall, she bit her lower lip to keep herself from making any noise. The elevator ground to a halt at the teleporter deck and the doors opened with a creak, She took her hands out from in between her legs and hurried out and towards the teleporter bay, not caring if anyone sees her at this point, She shoved past people in the hallways as she rushed towards the teleporters, knocking over a poor Screwhead who was mid-conversation with a Jarbinthion. “Sorry” she called back, directed at everyone she shoved, she slid a bit past the teleporter bay, but was able to stop herself from fully overshooting it, she rushed in, scrambling for teleporter 27, she practically threw herself in, slamming her fist on the door button, the glass panel squealed as the wheels ground against the metal track. It closed with a click and a beep, She hit the button to teleport, and with a blinding flash of purple tinted light and a loud crackle and “bzzt”, she was back in the ship her room is in. She pressed the button to leave, but instead, there was an error buzz. “What?! No! Let me out!” She yelled, slamming her fist on the console, and then on the button to leave again, and yet that error noise sounded again. “Come on- Help! Help!” She shouted, slamming her fists against the glass to try to get someone’s attention, desperately trying to get out, her legs buckled & gave way, leading her to falling to her knees, She lets out a yelp as the force jostled her painfully full bladder, causing her to start leaking, 2 minutes left, she realizes she can’t do this. Even if she was free by now, she would have to really rush, and it doesn’t sound like anyone heard her, she continued to scream out for someone, anyone, to help her. She felt some more pee dribble out, she was fighting a losing fight, she let out a shaky breath, she squeezed her legs as tight as she could, desperately trying to hold on, but she knew she couldn’t. 1 minute left, she yelled one last time. “Please! Please! Someone…Anyone…” her voice cracked. And then... [Initiating Forced Fluid Waste Removal...] She quickly took her hands out from in between her legs as her bladder failed her, spilling its contents, she bit back a moan. “N-no, No!” she whimpered out, still trying desperately to stop it, but she physically could not stop it, she couldn’t do anything but stare at the floor. the purple tinted puddle spread quickly on the glass floor underneath her as her tired bladder rejected its contents, reflecting the lights from the top of the teleporter, a liquid from a different source dripped into the puddle. She furrowed her brow, and rubbed one of her eyes, pulling back a wet hand, was she… No, She wet herself like a smeet…and is crying like one too. She quickly wiped at her eyes, trembling, she got to her feet to assess the damage. the puddle was...quite large, and her pants were absolutely soaked, as was a bit of the back of her uniform’s shirt, and a good half of her coat, her antennae poked up a small bit, at least she isn’t hurting anymore. She tapped the button, and almost comically, the door slid open. She furrowed her brow again, her antennae perking up in irritation, but simply just sighed, she began the walk of shame back to her room, to go get cleaned up, how embarrassing. But before she fully left, she went to the maintenance console and tapped the call button. “Teleporter pad 27 needs cleaning.”
  19. I'm sorry if this is posted on the wrong section but I was hoping somebody could help. I'm looking for a fanfic im...pretty sure I read on AO3 that I think was a lot of Sanders Sides omo. I know it was multi chap but the only part I really remember was that someone needed to use the restroom (while camping I think), couldn't and used something to help them hold all night while they slept. The next morning someone had to help them finally pee. Thanks in advance for any help 🙂
  20. This is gonna be a doozy. It starts at an isolated park, which in this world is widely known for the amount of pee fanatics it gets. My friend Pinky, who so happens to be one of those people, heads over there for a round of pee fun. I am already there, playing ultimate frisbee with some old friends from high school. For some reason, it took me a while to pick up Pinky was there, and as you’d expect, at a park that’s known for pee, she’s desperate to find a spot to pee. Meanwhile, it’s a neck and neck fight in the ultimate game. Game is tied 7-7, and next point wins. As were setting up for a final play, Pinky finally finds a place to empty her overflowing bladder. Unfortunately, it’s nearby where we are playing which means there’s a chance I could run into her. She looks around and somehow doesn’t see us. As she’s sitting down to release all her pee, we start our play. I start running forward as the handler takes the disc, looking for an open man. I then fake out my defender, spin and am wid e open deep downfield. The handler sees me and goes for it all, a deep pass all the way to the end zone... which is just a few feet from where Pinky is. I full on sprint, going for the epic game winner, but the disc is slightly overthrown, and is heading down for the tip of the end zone. By a miracle chance I manage to make a massive outstretched diving catch and barely stay inbounds for a miracle game winner. However, I slide out of bounds, which was after I caught it, and slide right into Pinky a few feet away. She looks at me beat red as she was already nearly stripped down at this point. She jumps up embarrassed, and in the distance my teammates are screaming about the crazy play and run towards me. I jump up and celebrate with them. No question that was my greatest catch I’ve ever had in season or out of season. Pinky meanwhile is still desperate and anxious to get a release. After the celebrations die down, we start heading back to get our belongings, but Pinky calls to me. “Diego! Wait! I..I want to walk around in this park with you. I wanted to do something special with you.” I paused. It dawned on me exactly what she wanted, given the park we are in, and I smiled. What could be better? A game winner and satisfying one of my fantasies? It’s pure gold. I tell my teammates that they can head off without me, as they wanted to grab a bite to eat after the game. I grabbed my bags and headed over to Pinky, and we started walking around the park. She’s looking more desperate than ever. If I had to guess, she was easily at an 8 or a 9 in regards to how bad she needed to pee. I walked around with her and suddenly I started to wince. My bladder was quickly filling to max capacity. I remembered that I had 4 waters throughout the game and a Gatorade and realized that could rapidly fill my bladder. Now both of us are desperate, and I’m trying so hard not to wet myself around her. While I do that, she’s on the verge of completely breaking. “Hey, do you want to go somewhere and let all the out?” I ask her, looking very concerned. “Yes, I’m about to burst!” She says. And then it happens. I look closely and I see drips coming down her legs and shorts. At that point, I grab her hand and SPRINT to find somewhere perfect to finally let it go. That’s when out of the corner of my eye, I spot the perfect location, the infamous Pee Lake, which is an ideal spot to let out her pee, right into that nice water. I tell her. “Can you hold it for a little bit longer? I’m taking you to Pee Lake!” “I can’t hold it anymore, if it’s nearby, make it fast!” She says, as more pee drips down her leg. I grab her by one hand and run as fast as I can until we finally reach Pee Lake. She tears her shorts off and looks down at the wide open lake water. I drop my shorts as well and look on, and within a few seconds, it comes out of Pinky like a tidal wave into the water. I turn to her, and the look on her face is tremendous relief. I see bubbles in the water as a strong stream of pee rushes out of her. I can’t take it anymore and I finally release the amount of pee I was holding. We look at each other and smile, knowing this is exactly what Pinky wanted to do with me. But, we’re not done here. After she and I finish up, I playfully tackle her and start to kiss her, smiling while we do it. I then tell her to get on top of me, and she knows exactly what’s gonna happen. “So is this how you wanna play after that hmm?” She smiles seductively. “Oh you know it. Let’s have a pee good time shall we?” I laugh at my corny joke and slowly slide Pinky down so her pussy is close to my rock hard dick. She lifts her pussy up and starts to ride my dick. I moan and smile as she bounces up and down over and over again. The amount of force shes using is insane, and I’m enjoying every second of this. I kiss her as she rides me and she moans with pleasure. Finally, we both reach our climax point and before I can, Pinky starts leaking cum onto my dick. I smile and within a few moments I shoot a huge load of cum into her pussy. But that’s not at all. Both of us still have some pee in our systems and I decide to shoot my pee deep into her pussy. She smiles as I unleash a final round of pee into her, and she recoils by letting her pee out with mine. Once it’s all over, we collapse smiling. Holding hands we look at each other. “That was amazing. Couldn’t have asked for a better time.” Pinky says. “Couldn’t agree more.” I say. We both stand up shortly after, gather our things, and leave the park, after one of the wildest, most fun times I’ve had with someone in a while.
  21. After Shpendrel was diagnosed with a weak bladder after a rather devastating injury, he was advised to wear pull-ups to avoid having accidents for several months until his bladder healed fully. Blochastic knew of the situation, and felt quite terrible for him, but he also hated being pushed around and being the subject of being made fun of. He had a idea to take this issue to over the acceptable boundary... One Thursday, Shpendrel and Blochastic were hanging around Blochastic’s house, just lounging to themselves. Blochastic couldn’t help but gaze his attention to the bulge in Shpendrel’s back and front, puffy diaper just begging to be smacked. “Hey, I gotta use the bathroom real quick. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” Blochastic got up off his beanbag chair, and wandered towards the bathroom. Smirking to himself devilishly, he locked the door behind him. “This is gonna be soooo funny!” He laughed to himself. Back in the living room, Shpendrel was chugging a bottle of Pepsi. He nearly fell asleep when he felt the natural urge to urinate, but had to wait for Blochastic to finish his business in the bathroom. “Oh! I’m sorry! I just noticed this BIIIIIG rash on me, and I gotta care for it, I’ll be out in a bit.” Shpendrel frowned apon hearing this. How long was “A bit”? He laid back down, and tried to ignore the situation. Secretly, Blochastic had a camera snuck in between his beanbag chair and the jewel patterns on it. He took out his Iphone, and began to secretly watch the ordeal. “God, is he taking a dump in there, or what?” Shpendrel angrily muttered, hand resting upon his bladder. It was filling fast, and with the injuries caused to it, it hurt a lot to hold. He grimaced, grabbing the front of his crotch. “Jesus!” He meeped out in desperation. Blochastic smirked at the sight of this. Shifting back and forth, Shpendrel tried to lessen the pain of his bladder, but nothing seemed to help at all. He had to pee pretty badly. His bladder bulged out like a balloon slighty, not helping the situation at all. Shpendrel started to cry out in pain. He curled in a fetal position, making his bladder clench hard and to the point of near exploding. “P-please! Hurry!” Shpendrel cried out in severe desperation, but it was too much. His urethra gave out, and spurted. “SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS~” his diaper hissed loudly, filling up with tons of pee. “Oh fuck why me?” Shpendrel sobbed, his pamper sogging between his legs. The door opened, and Blochastic was smiling. “Just as I planned.” “YOU ASSHOLE!” Shpendrel screamed, pointing at his puffed pamper. “LOOK AT WHAT YOU MADE ME DO!” “Good babies do NOT swear and balk talk their daddies.” Blochastic shook his finger at the angry Shpendrel. “I AM NOT A FUCKING BABY!” Shpendrel yelled, before he knew it, he was pushed over Blochastic’s lap, and a swift slap was delivered to the wet parts of his pull-up. Frozen, he blushed out and moaned. “B-Blochastic~?!” “Be quiet, bad boy.” Blochastic frowned, smacking Shpendrel’s padded butt harder with each hit, making Shpendrel pant and blush. “Fuck~ Fuck~ FUCK~!” he moaned, cock hardening and squishing up and down as if he was fucking his own pamper. “This video’s gonna be shared with my buds if you don’t say sorry.” “SORRY DADDY, SORRY DADDY!” Shpendrel moaned, nearly reaching orgasm. “Too bad? So sad~” Blochastic laughed as he hit the share button on his texts. Vision going completely white, Shpendrel’s pupils rolled up behind his shades, tongue sticking out, and releasing a different kind of liquid as he convulsed in his diaper, jizzing harder than he could even imagine. Yellow and white colors stained his pampie, his face in a smile of after-orgasm bliss. “Now everybody knows what a baby you are.” Blochastic smirked. “Blochastic? Can you..... can you please change my pampie~?” Shpendrel cooed, shaking his diapered butt. “Alright, Babe. Follow me.” The guys went to Blochastic’s room. Surprisingly, the room was just like a baby’s, complete with toys, pastel colors, and a big changing table. “Lay down.” Shpendrel nodded and crawled up onto the table. Unstrapping the bands on Shpendrel’s pull-up, the thing slid off easily, his penis still soaked with traces of piss and cum. “Wipie-Wipie~” Blochastic laughed as he grabbed a wet wipe and brushed off Shpendrel’s prick with it. Shpendrel laughed too. “Now for some powder.” Blochastic sprinkled a floral smelling powder onto the padding, and strapped the diaper back onto Shpendrel’s butt. “Thank you, Dada~” Shpendrel screed, hugging Blochastic. “No prob. Now, let’s take you for a walk.” Shpendrel froze. He was going out in public like THIS?! But something stopped him from fretting. Blochastic lifted him into a rather large stroller, and pushed him down the Main Street of the town. People were shocked at the sight. “What are these two doing playing father and baby? They are way too old for that!” People mumbled amongst themselves. Shpendrel couldn’t care. He was smiling half asleep suckling a pacifier and Blochastic kept watching over him as they expressed their new kink~
  22. This story was written by me when I was 14-15. I published it on Wattpad around late 2015. When I was 16 I decided to unpublish it on Wattpad for personal reasons, but now about 3 years later I was looking through my Wattpad account and stumbled upon It labeled as "Draft". So I just decided to share the story here. The story does contain Yaoi and has many erotic themes so please be aware. I also changed quite a few parts in the story, cause they made me cringe too much xD hopefully I was able to make it more mature with the erotic themes than the original version. If anyone ever wants to read the original please feel free to PM me. Also the main characters in this fan fic are between the ages of 18-20. Not pre-teens as they are in the real manga/anime. ANYWAYS HOPE YOU ENJOY :3 "I'm going to be late!" Cecil said while getting dressed for the 1st day of Noble school. He already graduated high school. why has there be a extra school for nobles like me? As he was trying to figure that out, he totally forgets to use the bathroom. Cecil finally left the Phantomhive Manor and made his way to the school. When Cecil got there he was greeted by the math teacher Sebastian and sat down in the seat farthest away from Alois. Half way through the class Cecil began to notice his bladder in its fullest and remembered he hasn't released its contents in his bladder in more than 12 hours. "Sebastian? May I go to the bathroom?" said Cecil while starting to kick his legs. "No my lord, you must wait until lunch." he said while eyeing Alois who was laughing at Cecil's desperation.' 30 Minutes later Sebastian let us out 10 minutes late as he forgot the time. Cecil went to go get his lunch. While in line he was moving his legs around, holding his crotch. He couldn't keep still. When it was finally time to get his lunch. he grabbed it, paid the nice lunch lady and made his way to his usual spot in the cafeteria. He gobbled his food down and threw it away. He only had 2 more minutes to get to Mr. Claude's Class and he didn't accept tardiness so he just went on ahead to class. half way through class he felt a small spurt come out and leaked onto his underwear. "Oh no!" Cecil said to himself while grabbing himself like a small child. He managed to get it under control before any more leaked out. "Claude, may I go to the bathroom?" said Cecil while kicking his legs and grabbing his crotch. "No, wait until after class" said Claude. "Please Claude, its an emergency." Said Cecil while a long spurt leaked out and formed a small wet spot on his pants. "Fine, you may go." Said Claude while getting angry at Cecil. While Cecil was getting up from his seat, yet another spurt leaked out of his pants, and this time, it was unstoppable. Everyone in the class watched in horror as Cecil's underwear started overflowing with pee and his pants got darker. His cheeks began to glow a bright red as pee gushed out of his penis and wet his pants. A large puddle on the floor formed under him. Cecil has just wet himself in from of Alois & all of the other nobles. Even Claude. Alois, feeling pity for the young earl, decided to be nice for once. "Cecil...I'll walk you to the bathroom" Alois said with a discreet but turned on face. While Alois was escorting Cecil to the bathroom to get cleaned up, the entire walk Cecil was thinking to himself. "Why would he look at me like that? I'm so confused." When they both walked into the restroom, Alois couldn't bare being alone with Cecil. "He's just so cute how he is right now. I just don't think I can possibly hate him now?" Alois would say under his breath. Alois finally decided to make the first move, While Cecil was about to begin the process of removing is soiled clothes, Alois moved in behind him and hugged him from the back, giving him light kisses on the back of his neck. Before long, Alois and Cecil started to kiss each other on the lips. They both continued to make out in the boy's bathroom in their Noble school. The two boys were both giving each other hickeys, giving each other cuddles, both nobles started to develop a growing bulge around their crotch area, Cecil was still wearing his soiled pants and underwear minus his shirt, while Alois also had his shirt off. Alois still felt bad about Cecil having an accident in class and wanted to help Cecil in some way to help him get over his recent embarrassment. "Cecil, I have a question I need to ask you." Alois said in between the 15-20second kisses. "What's up?" Cecil said while looking surprised. "I first got a confession to make. Alois said with a serious look on his face. "I have a some sort of a pee fetish.....you made me really turned on when you wet yourself in front of our entire class!" "DUH!" Cecil said with arrogance. "What other reason you would of taken me for yourself? But don't worry my cute lil boy, watching other people wet themselves kinda gives me a hard on too..." "ANYWAYSSS let's get to the question part. Alois said nervously. "I'm actually willing to wet myself right here in front of you, so you don't feel left out. Hopefully it will make you feel less embarrassed. Annnd….I'm kinda desperate." Once Cecil heard that, his eyes grew wider and his bulge a little bigger. "I mean if you insist.." Cecil said excitedly. "You're very lucky this time, if we weren't at this stupid school right now, I would definitely make you hold it until you got really really desperate." A big evilish smirk grew on Cecil's face. Alois was going to have a big accident in his pants in the boy's bathroom at his school in front of his former enemy now turned FWB. Alois and Cecil never thought their day would turn out like this. Cecil watched Alois as he started to quiet down and get still. Alois always had fantasies about this, and now it's becoming a reality! And with a cute Noble boy too. Alois finally started to relax a bit, trying to focus on running waterfalls and such. Alois is a little pee shy, So he sat still for about a minute, focusing on releasing the dam that hes been holding for quite a while now. At first, it started out as little spurts leaking out, only enough to dampen his underwear. Before you knew it, the dam broke and he started to forcefully pee uncontrollably into his pants. Cecil stared at Alois in awe while Alois stood there, unable to move. His pants started to grow darker and darker, and kept on growing, even was able to reach his butt, Alois starts to moan as he continues to forcefully pee into his pants. A large yellow puddle formed under Alois as he continued. After another 30 seconds, Alois finally was finished peeing. Alois was now fully drenched from the waist down. Cecil was really turned on by now, even Alois could tell just by looking at him. Alois could easily spot Cecil's bulge from where he was standing on the opposite side of the bathroom. The only reason Cecil was not standing closer to Alois was the puddle was just so huge! But finally Cecil started to walk over to Alois, Cecil didn't really care at all that Alois was soaked in pee. He got real close to Alois, he started to undo Alois's pants, once they were undone, Cecil slowly rubbed his fingers on the outside of Alois's soaked underwear on the areas surrounding his dick. Alois knew he was teasing him, it made him really turned on. Cecil aggressively threw himself on top of Alois and started to repeatedly grind him. Cecil was able to get his hand into Alois's underwear and started to give him a handjob, while Alois's hand found itself groping Cecil's tight ass that was still damp from his accident earlier. They continued this for another 5 minutes until they were able to make each other both cum. After they were both able to cum, they both gave each other a passionate kiss on the lips.. "I think it's time to actually clean up." Cecil said as he was finally putting on some dry clothes. "You right about that. We got a huge mess to clean up before a teacher notices all this. I know they would definitely kill us!" Alois said a little nervously. After that day, Alois & Cecil became the best of "friends" throughout the rest of their lives. THE END :3
  23. Anybody remember the minor naruto villain Jirobou? He was a part one villain, part of the Sound 4 that helped Sasuke run away from the village. He lost to Chouji using the calorie control butterfly wings for the first time. Anyway, I was just thinking what if Sakura and a group of other kunoichi from Konoha had gone up against that dude instead? They would have been able to do fuck all against his earth barrier technique that traps you and slowly drains your chalkra. So the premise of the story is this: Sakura, Ino, Hinata, and sure I guess Tenten can be there even thou she’s the worst, anyway these four get sent as the sasuke retrival squad instead naruto, shikamaru and them. They get trapped by jirobou, just like naruto’s group did, only instead of escaping (cause they don’t have anyone remotely strong enough) they just get their chalkra completely drained and end up trapped there. Now who else sees the possibility for some serious desperation and wetting in this scenario? Best part is that it won’t even have to stray that far from cannon as most fanfics tend to. This is just me brainstorming, I’ll probably get to writing the story proper sometime next week, and I’ll just post it as a reply to this thread. It’ll be medium length, nothing crazy like the Phases story I’m still working on. Let me know if you like the idea or anything you think would be cool to happen in it, thanks!
  24. Just a little scene I just wrote for fun. Don't know if there are any Yuuri!!! on Ice fans around here, but have a cute little Yuuri/Victor omo ficlet anyway. It had not gone well. And little wonder, given the fact that the moment he stepped out on the ice, Yuuri discovered that he really, really had to pee. How are you supposed to do a quadruple toe loop when you’re desperate for the toilet? Let alone a salchow or flip. Yuuri fumbled with his skates the moment he got off the ice, hands shaking. The kiss and cry was a no go. He had to run right now if he was going to make it in time. ‘Yuuri?’ Victor’s voice called, but he didn’t have time to listen. He ran. ‘Shit, shit, shit!’ The nearest bathroom wasn’t far, but he had to stop twice along the way to cross his legs and grab himself through his costume. Luckily, no one was watching. He made it inside, locked the door, began to fumble with his costume, and . . . ‘No! Shit . . .’ He had no way of stopping it, and he moaned pathetically as his pee came out, soaking his costume. Yuuri had never felt so ashamed in his life. Here he was, a grown-ass skating champion, pissing himself because he failed to make it to the bathroom on time. Skating had probably made it more difficult to hold it. He slid to the floor and sobbed. There came a knock on the door. ‘Yuuri?’ Victor’s voice was filled with concern. ‘Yuuri, are you okay?’ ‘I . . . I’m fine!’ Yuuri knew he didn’t sound especially convincing as his voice cracked. ‘Just . . . go away!’ ‘Are you sick?’ ‘Y—no, I’m . . . yes, I’m . . .’ Shit. ‘Let me in, Yuuri.’ ‘No. Just go away.’ ‘Are you upset because it didn’t go well?’ Yuuri almost laughed. If only Victor knew. ‘No. Yes. Just . . . please.’ It came out as barely a whisper. ‘Please just go.’ He heard Victor sigh. ‘No. I refuse to go when you’re in there by yourself feeling like crap. Just let me in so I can help you. Okay? If you won’t let me in as your coach, at least let me in as your boyfriend.’ Yuuri closed his eyes. It was hard to argue with Victor when he sounded like that, so earnest and sincere and loving. Finally, he stood on shaky legs and unlocked the door. It opened at once, and Victor stepped inside, closing and locking it behind him. ‘Yuuri, what—?’ He frowned. Looked at Yuuri and then down on the floor where a puddle had formed. ‘Oh dear.’ Yuuri couldn’t look at him. ‘I’m gross,’ he mumbled. ‘I’m sorry.’ ‘You had to pee that badly? That’s why it went so poorly out there?’ ‘. . . yes.’ Yuuri felt tears sting his eyes. ‘I ruined the costume, too . . .’ Victor shook his head. ‘It can be dry-cleaned.’ He sighed. ‘Okay, I’ll go get you some dry clothes. I’ll be right back.’ Yuuri locked the door behind Victor and, for lack of anything better to do, sat down on the toilet and hugged himself. What now? Was Victor disgusted with him? He should be. Yuuri felt mortified, but he knew that Victor would have had to see it in the end regardless, or he would have been stuck in this bathroom forever. A few minutes later, there was another knock. ‘Yuuri? It’s me.’ Yuuri unlocked the door again, and Victor entered, locking the door again behind him. He carried a bag, and set it down away from the puddle on the floor. ‘Sorry,’ Yuuri muttered. ‘I should clean that up.’ ‘It’s okay,’ said Victor. ‘I’ll clean it. You just get changed. I brought a towel, so you can clean up a little.’ Yuuri started to undress. Even though he and Victor were frequently naked together, he still turned his back. He pulled off the sopping wet leotard, swallowing back a sob. It was just so embarrassing. He turned to the sink, soaking a wad of paper towels so he could clean his crotch and legs. He noticed to his chagrin that the touch made him half hard, in spite of everything. Yuuri dried himself with the towel. He heard Victor go up to the sink to rinse something and glanced sideways. He’d brought a rag, which was now soaked in urine. ‘Fuck,’ Yuuri mumbled, pulling on clean underwear. ‘This sucks . . .’ ‘Don’t worry about it, lyubimiy. It happens.’ ‘Not to skating champions in their twenties . . .’ He felt a hand on his shoulder. ‘Hey.’ Yuuri turned his head to meet Victor’s gaze. His expression was kind. ‘I said it’s okay. It doesn’t matter.’ He pulled at Yuuri’s shoulder so he would turne to face him, and put his arms around him, hugging him close. ‘I love you no matter how many times you wet yourself.’ Yuuri laughed in spite of himself, and put his arms around Victor in turn, burying his face in his shoulder. ‘I love you too.’ They stood like that for a moment. Then Victor uttered a puzzled, ‘hm’, and stepped back, looking pointedly down at Yuuri’s crotch. ‘What’s this, then?’ Yuuri quickly turned around again, pulling a pair of jeans out of the bag. ’N-nothing.’ ‘Nothing? Cause I felt that.’ ‘You . . . you were just really close. I . . .’ ‘You don’t get hard every time I hug you, Yuuri.’ ‘Does it matter? This isn’t the time.’ Victor’s arms encircled him from behind, his hand sliding down his bare stomach towards the waistband of his boxer-briefs. ‘It’s kind of hot, though. Is it cause you . . . felt embarrassed? Cause I know embarrassment can sometimes make me feel kind of excited.’ ‘It’s not! I’m not . . .’ But Yuuri couldn’t lie to Victor, no matter how much he wanted to, and he sighed. ‘Yeah. That’s probably it.’ ‘Then let me help you.’ Victor’s hand disappeared into Yuuri’s underwear, and Yuuri hissed as he wrapped his hand around his cock, making him fully hard. ‘Mm, that’s it, my love. Doesn’t that feel better?’ Yuuri’s head drooped forward and he nodded. ‘Yeah.’ Victor stroked him slowly with nimble fingers, and then he pulled down Yuuri’s underwear again. ‘Won’t do to stain these, too,’ he murmured and placed a soft kiss just behind Yuuri’s ear. Yuuri groaned. ‘Mm, there’s a good boy.’ Victor stroked faster, and Yuuri moaned. ‘That’s it.’ Yuuri’s breathing came in short, ragged bursts. ‘I have to pee again,’ he gasped without thinking, and Victor chuckled softly in his ear. Victor manoeuvred Yuuri over towards the toilet and lifted the lid and seat with his free hand. ‘Come for me first?’ It was all the encouragement Yuuri needed, because he was already pretty close, and he came with a soft whimper, cum shooting into the toiletbowl. Victor kept his hand on his dick, and a moment later Yuuri peed again. ‘There you go.’ Victor kissed the back of his head. ‘You’ve been very good for me, Yuuri.’ He pulled Yuuri’s underwear back on and turned him around again so he could kiss him. Yuuri sighed into the kiss, his cheeks hot with embarrassment. ‘Did that feel good?’ asked Victor, pulling back to look into Yuuri’s eyes. Yuuri only nodded, not trusting himself to speak, and leaned forward to kiss Victor again, because that was all he wanted. ‘You stay here and get dressed,’ said Victor after a couple of minutes of this. ‘I told them you were ill, so I’ll just go give the press some platitudes, and we’ll head back to the hotel. Yes?’ ‘Yeah.’ ‘Maybe we can have some more fun when we get there, hm? Cause I’m feeling pretty excited now, too.’ Victor winked, and then he left the bathroom. Yuuri locked the door, sighed, and put on his clothes. Having some fun in their hotel room didn’t sound like a half bad idea, and he adjusted his junk. Maybe he should do this again some time.
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