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  1. 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.” •••
  2. Author's Note: Takes place sometime pre-Captain America: Winter Soldier. Idk if any of you are familiar with the Hydra Trash Party subgenre but like, I guess this is technically HTP-adjacent. Comments are appreciated. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The radio buzzed. Pierce. I'm stuck in traffic, he said, voice crackling over the static airwaves. Tell the asset the rules still stand until I come back. Rumlow glanced over at the asset, who was standing quietly in one corner, slightly bent at the waist. Into the radio he said, How long's that gonna be, sir? Burst of static. Pierce must have sighed. I don't fucking know, he said. Just tell him if he pisses himself it's gonna be bad fuckin' news for him. 'And for you' went unspoken as an addendum. But Rumlow knew it's what Pierce meant. He said all right, because what the hell else was there to say. Then he disconnected the radio and walked over to the asset. The asset's eyes snapped up to his. He wasn't showing any emotion, it had been too long programmed out of him, but there was a definite desperation in every line of his body which was not normally there. He was normally at parade rest at all times when not in the field or in cryo. Normally he was very, very good at standing totally straight and still. But normally he didn't also have seven full bottles of water plus two half-pints of iced tea sitting in his bladder. Super-soldier bladder, super-soldier dose of liquid, Pierce had explained, handing the asset the bottles at the start of the mission. The asset had drained them all dutifully on the ride over, metal hand denting the plastic. When they'd arrived at the base Pierce had said he'd be gone for four hours. That the asset's secondary mission was to hold his urine until he (Pierce) had returned. This was apparently not the first time Pierce had done this shit but it was the first time he'd included Rumlow in it. Wasn't the fucking first rule of BDSM supposed to be that you didn't include other people in your own shit without their permission? But you didn't argue with Pierce, so when Pierce told Rumlow to reinforce this rule and make sure the asset's pants stayed totally dry, Rumlow just said yes, sir. Pierce handed him another bottle of water and said that if the asset leaked, Rumlow had to give him the bottle as punishment. Rumlow opened his mouth, thought better of it, said okay again, and watched Pierce get back into his car and drive off. In the four hours since Rumlow had watched the asset take down his targets swiftly and accurately; he'd watched his posture slowly start to go fucked the longer his bladder filled; and he'd watched when the asset, after a furtive thirty seconds of glancing around, reached between his legs to grip himself with his flesh hand. And now this. Rumlow was pretty sure (not positive, but pretty sure) Pierce wasn't really stuck in traffic. Likely he was sitting at home with his wife and his daughter and the housekeeper having dinner and laughing and pretending he gave a shit about his daughter's schoolwork and his wife's charities and his housekeeper's green card renewal. He was probably going to radio in in another few hours and tell Rumlow the traffic had finally eased up, when what he meant was he was just getting into his car after his wife had finally fallen asleep. It was just gone six in the evening now, and Rumlow really didn't expect to see Pierce again before midnight. He looked at the hunched, miserable form of the asset. He'd added his metal hand between his legs and both hands were twisting at the tough fabric, and his teeth were sunk into his lower lip. There was sweat beading out over his forehead. He was squirming, shifting his hips upwards in a desperate, vain attempt at getting friction. Rumlow thought if he wasn't so well-trained he'd be moaning. "Soldat," Rumlow said, and his voice came out softer than he'd expected. It made the asset wince, for some reason, and the motion made him dig his fingers in harder. Rumlow could see the fabric of his pants wrinkling up where the metal fingers were creasing it. He reached out -- projecting intent -- and when the asset did not shrink away he touched his jaw. "Where -- " the asset cleared his throat. He must have been in a bad way; Rumlow hadn't given him permission to speak. This seemed to register with him a moment later and his eyes snapped up to Rumlow's, frantic, scared, and so, so desperate. There were tears clinging to his lashes now. "I'm s- I'm sorry," he whispered, "I spoke out of turn -- " "It's all right," Rumlow said, still softly. He stroked his thumb down the asset's cheek. He wondered if the asset remembered him from before. "What do you need, soldat?" The asset's knees were bowed inwards. He was alternating between holding himself in a vice-grip and dragging his fists down his thighs. He was trying to press into Rumlow's touch but his body wouldn't stay upright. Rumlow couldn't imagine what his bladder must feel like; he could see the shape of it rounded out against his tac gear. "I want the Secretary," the asset whimpered. "He -- I need -- " Then he did moan, hands plunging between his thighs, eyes squeezing shut. He was stepping frantically from foot to foot and Rumlow was close enough to him he could hear the soft rush of liquid in his pants. Hell. "No, no, no, no, no," the asset sobbed, gripping himself, twisting his metal hand around his cock. It looked painful, almost as much as the obvious effort it was taking him to shift his weight, though shifting it was something he clearly needed, his bladder extended out as far as it was, shoving his flesh palm down his thigh again and again, teeth sunk into his lower lip, turning the skin around it a pretty rose color. "C- Commander, I -- I'm being so -- I c- I can't -- " Rumlow hoped Pierce choked on whatever the fuck fancy-ass dinner his housekeeper had cooked for him. Maybe she'd finally laced his with poison and he'd slump over his plate dead with one glassy eye turned up towards the ceiling, his tongue slithering out into his rice, vomit staining his tie. He shifted his hand down under the asset's chin, tilted his face up. The asset's eyes were squeezed shut; he was huffing out through his mouth like a frustrated animal. After a few seconds Rumlow heard another gush of liquid; he glanced down, and he saw the asset's tac gear shining where he was wetting himself. "Hey," Rumlow said, and in spite of his anger at Pierce his voice still managed to come out gentle and quiet. The asset actually looked up at him -- tears streaking down his cheeks -- and Rumlow said, "It's all right, soldat. It's okay. He's stuck in traffic; he won't be here for a long time." Panic flared across the asset's face and he began to babble again, but Rumlow slipped his thumb over his lips, and the asset went totally, totally still. (Well, except for his hips, which had not stopped rocking, but Rumlow wasn't going to count that.) "He's stuck in traffic, and I'm gonna take the fall for whatever happens, all right?" With his other hand he smoothed the asset's hair back from his face. The asset whimpered at the touch; Rumlow heard liquid pattering on the ground at his feet. "You can't hold it for that long, okay? You can't. It's okay." The asset made a broken, sobbing noise in the back of his throat. "W- What... what will... I..." "Let me worry about my own cover story," Rumlow said gently, but the asset still looked uncertain. He was clutching himself and shifting, legs double-crossed over his hand, teeth gritted; there was piss on the ground at his feet, Rumlow could see it streaked down his thighs even through the dark, heavy fabric of his pants. "I'm having an accident," the asset whispered, as his pants shone with fresh liquid. "I c- I couldn't -- it's an emergency, I -- " "I know, sweetheart." Rumlow leaned in and kissed the asset's forehead, and the asset whined. "I know, it's okay. I promise. I'm not mad. You let me deal with Pierce. You just let go now, honey. Okay?" But though Rumlow heard more liquid rushing out into the asset's pants the asset did not relax, nor did he let himself go all the way. After maybe five seconds he managed to cut the stream off. Rumlow sighed. He walked around so that he was on the asset's side, and slipped an arm around his shoulders. "I've never told anyone this," he said, very, very softly, even though they were still totally alone, just the two of them, the way Rumlow liked it best. "But I wet myself in high school once." The asset went still against him; his eyebrows furrowed over his nose. Rumlow could see where his flesh hand was still white-knuckling against his cock and he said, "I was in tenth grade. Wrestling team. My stepdad and the coach -- " He paused, scoffing, feeling his face trying to heat up. He had no idea why he was embarrassed; it was just the asset, it wasn't like the asset would ever tell anyone this, it wasn't like the asset would want to tell anyone, even if he was capable. Hell, the asset wouldn't even remember this story after this mission. But it took him a second to force the rest of it out, and in that time the asset's death grip on his own crotch was relaxing just slightly. "My stepdad had served in Vietnam with the coach," Rumlow said. "So they were both hardasses and they fuckin' hated me." The furrow deepened. "Why?" "Dunno. Just -- my stepdad was a fuckin' jackass. But anyway, the coach got me on the team and he said it was 'cause he saw potential but really he and my stepdad had this big plan to fuck me over, and during the first match of the season right before I went on the mat the coach gave me this huge fuckin' thing of water. Said I had to drink it all before the game to stay hydrated." At the word hydrated the asset moaned again. Piss ran down his legs, pooling on the ground. "I can't -- Commander, I can't stop it -- " "Shh, it's all right, honey, I told you." Rumlow kissed his temple again, reaching out to rub at his swollen bladder. He winced a little when he felt how fucking hard it was. The asset was still whining, dancing, obviously trying to cut his stream off, so Rumlow kept talking: "They put me on last, and they put me up against this guy who took for-fucking-ever to complete his rounds 'cause he wouldn't stay pinned. By the time I actually went out on the mat my bladder was fucking aching, I had to go so, so bad -- " The asset sobbed. " -- but I couldn't ask for a break, 'cause the coach had told me to drink the water and I knew he was just setting me up for humiliation, him and my stepdad were watching from the stands so I just started doing my thing, could barely do any moves, just kept having to keep my thighs real close and hoping to fuck that no one noticed how I couldn't stay upright -- " "Commander, please," the asset gasped out, and Rumlow paused, looking at the side of his face, but the asset didn't look upset (at least, not more so than he had been this whole time). He was holding himself and the fabric of his pants was completely sodden, and Rumlow leaned in, nosing at the space beneath his ear. He folded his hand over the asset's flesh one, pressing down on his cock. He murmured, "Yeah, that's right, baby. You piss for me now, it's okay," and the asset let out a shuddery gasp, more sob than relief, but more relief than he'd expressed all afternoon, and then he was pissing full-force against their joined hands and into his pants. Rumlow could feel the heat and the wetness of it splashing out onto his fingers, but he kept himself still, kept softly kissing the asset's skin, finished the story as the asset moaned and leaned harder and harder into him: "Pinned my opponent eventually. I was supposed to try and get up but he got me down on my stomach and the move was so sudden -- I wasn't paying attention, really -- I started fuckin' flooding my uniform. I tried holding it but I couldn't make it stop once it started and I just pissed myself and the mat and the guy. Everyone was so fucking mad, my stepdad hit me until I passed out when we got home, the coach kicked me off the team. Couldn't transfer schools 'cause we didn't have the money so the kids made fun of me until I fuckin' stabbed a couple of 'em behind the gym a few weeks later. Put 'em in the hospital for a while." The asset huffed out a breathy, unsteady laugh. He was still pissing; Rumlow was taking most of his weight, but he didn't mind. "I never had an accident again after that," he said, after a while. "But fuck... shit stays with you." He kissed the asset again, softly, but when he started to pull away the asset whined, shaking his head, and Rumlow stayed. He had always had a lot of trouble telling the asset no. The asset pissed for a long time. Rumlow didn't think to time it but it must have been over two minutes before the stream finally slowed to a trickle, and then a few spurts, and then he was empty. After, Rumlow stayed next to him for a while, holding him, holding his body against his, holding onto his cock, nuzzling his nose against his neck. He was rocking the asset back and forth and humming to him. The asset had gone totally limp in his arms. Eventually Rumlow coaxed the asset into taking off his soaked tac gear and putting on fresh pants. He shoved the tac gear into a bucket of soapy water while the asset wiped his thighs and his feet. Then they sat the two of them and Rumlow gave the asset a nutrition pack and stroked his hair -- the asset settling down between his legs, head on his chest, half-asleep -- until at last, close to midnight as Rumlow had predicted, Pierce showed back up. The asset tensed at the sound of his car, shrinking into himself, but Rumlow stepped smoothly in front of him as Pierce advanced, holding out one hand. "My fault, Secretary," he said, his heart giraffe-kicking in his throat. "I just loved watching how uncomfortable he was. I know you said not to give him that extra bottle but -- " Pierce's eyes flashed with irritation, but his mouth was twitching like he was amused. "You overfilled him?" he said, and Rumlow nodded. He'd made sure to empty the extra bottle beforehand in case Pierce checked, but Pierce just laughed. He reached out and stroked the asset's cheek, then slapped him a little. "You stupid slut," he said, shaking his head. Then, to Rumlow: "Well, Commander -- next time, follow my orders. This is my game. I like it played a certain way. I don't like deviations. You understand?" Rumlow nodded. He understood. The asset nodded too, and then Pierce led them both to his car. They slid together into the backseat. Pierce told the asset he had to stay awake the whole ride as punishment for fucking up the secondary mission, but Rumlow kept his hand tightly wrapped around the asset's metal one, squeezing every time his head dropped back against the seat, and letting the asset catch more than thirty seconds of sleep every time he could see Pierce was focused on the road, instead of the careful defiance going on behind him.
  3. Dakota’s Revenge (Introduction) “Emmie, today’s the day.” “Really? You have everything prepared already?” “Yep. And I’m sure you have your part of the plan ready?” “Everyone else and I will be gone all day tomorrow. You’ll have the whole dorm to yourself and those three.” “Excellent,” Dakota smiled as she finished the last bit of her essay for History class. “And just like that, I’m done with all my homework for this month and next month. And now that that’s all done, it’s time to get revenge on Courtney and her cronies.” “I’ll go make sure everyone’s still on board.” As Emmie left her dorm room, Dakota looked on at her computer, glaring at the thought of Courtney and her two cronies; Alexis and Penny. Those three made her hold in her pee for 24 hours with the threat of getting her expelled from school, all because she had copied a couple of answers from Courtney’s test. Dakota had to go to the hospital to check her bladder, but what made her even angrier was that Courtney had basically threatened to ruin her family’s life by getting her expelled. Dakota was the only member of her family to make it to college which was only because of the scholarship she worked weeks to get, and she wasn’t going to let some rich bitch who never knew a thing of how it felt to not even have enough money to afford a permanent home make her parents any more miserable. “They’re all going with me, Dakota,” Emmie said, poking her head through the door. Dakota nodded with a smile on her face before grabbing her phone and dialing up several numbers. Dakota couldn’t think of a time when she had been more excited, and she began laughing out of excitement before the person on the other side answered the phone. The Next Day… Courtney woke up from her slumber, rising into a seated position. As she emitted a yawn, Courtney’s stomach immediately began rumbling, which Courtney disregarded at first, assuming it was just because she was hungry. However, as her stomach continued grumbling, Courtney realized that it wasn’t because she was hungry; it was because she had to poop. That, along with her bladder feeling like a full water balloon, immediately woke her up and got her rocketing out of bed and to her bathroom. However, when Courtney went to open the door, she realized that the doorknob was broken, rendering it completely unusable and trapping her out of the bathroom. “What the hell!?” Courtney yelled, kicking her bathroom door in frustration before running out of her room, still in her pajamas. When she got into the hallway, Courtney saw Penny and Alexis outside as well, holding their stomachs in the same way she was. “You guys too?” Courtney asked as Penny and Alexis turned to Courtney while shaking, as holding in their productions was getting harder and harder. “Yeah! Like, I tried to go to our bathroom, but someone literally destroyed our toilet. Like…it’s in pieces right now!” Alexis yelled, letting out a guttural fart that echoed throughout the empty hallways. “And nobody else is here! It’s so weird. We tried to ask other people to use their bathrooms, but almost nobody is here,” Penny explained. Courtney couldn’t believe what she was hearing; everyone in the dorms was gone and their toilets were completely unusable. While Courtney was trying to wrap her head around this situation, she heard a toilet flush coming from down the hall. Penny and Alexis heard this too, and they saw Courtney’s roommate, Eliza, come out of someone’s dorm room. “Thanks for letting me use your bathroom, Dakota. I didn’t want to make a mess before heading out with everyone!” Eliza called out as she ran out of Dakota’s room. Courtney cringed when she heard that name, remembering Dakota as the person who cheated off her test. Luckily, in Courtney’s mind, Dakota seemed to learn her lesson after she was forced to hold her pee in for 24 hours. The three women didn’t really want to ask Dakota for help but realizing it was either that or using the carpeted floor as a toilet, the three of them rushed to Dakota’s room, keeping the door open as they barged into her room. “Oh hi girls, what can I do for you?” Dakota asked. If Courtney and her friends weren’t keeping an ocean of liquid shit and piss from spilling out of them, they would’ve been suspicious about the excess honey that was dripping from her voice. “You can let us use your bathroom!” Alexis yelled before doubling over to fight off a massive cramp. Dakota sat up from her chair, walked over to her bathroom door, and wiggled a key in front of the girls’ faces. “Hmmmm…Nah.” Dakota then locked the door to her bathroom, putting the key back in her pocket. “What do you mean ‘Nah’!?” “I mean ‘Nah’. Why would I let you three rich skanks use my bathroom?” The three girls were incredulous at the tone Dakota was taking with them. A month ago, Dakota was letting them walk all over her and do whatever they wanted to her. This could be because she wanted to make sure she stayed in college, but either way, Dakota’s attitude was shocking to them. However, it wasn’t quite shocking enough for Alexis. “Look Dakota, you better let us use that bathroom or I’ll--!” “Oh, I know the three of you can beat me up, but you won’t. “What the hell makes you think---!?” Dakota shut Alexis up by showing off several pictures in her hands. “These are pictures of the three of you using fake IDs to get into a nearby bar. Now call me crazy, but I don’t think a prestigious college like this one would really want their students to go break the law like that,” Dakota explained, causing the color on Courtney’s face to completely vanish. “What…what the hell are you getting at, Dakota?” “Do you need it spelled out for you? I’m the one who put you in this position,” Dakota confessed, causing the three girls to look at her in shock. “That’s right, I had someone I know destroy your bathrooms, I got everyone out of the dorms, and I also locked you in my room. You have nowhere to go, which means we’re playing by one of my rules,” Dakota further explained as the girls sighed in shock and fear as Penny looked up at Dakota. “So what do you have planned? You’re going to make us hold all this for 24 hours?” Penny asked, pointing at her bloated midsection as Dakota bit her lips in enjoyment. “Oh no, I have something a little more…embarrassing and fun planned for you three,” Dakota explained, moving from in front of her desk, revealing a camera on top of her computer. On her computer screen, Dakota had Twitch opened up, primed to go live. “See, a good way to make a quick buck is playing on Twitch. But as the memories of that faithful day kept playing and playing in my mind, I realized that I could use my Twitch account for my revenge. Basically, I’m going to stream your desperation and the results of your desperation live on Twitch to about…oh! 2000 followers, that’s more than I usually get,” Dakota explained. Before any of the three girls could voice their objections, Dakota then brought out a blackboard with Courtney, Alexis, and Penny’s names on them with five red tally marks underneath each one of their names. “I promised my Twitch followers something big today, and today, you guys are going to compete for the opportunity to use the toilet.” “And what if we refuse.” “I mean, you can do that, but if you do, I’ll go to the Dean and show him these pictures. And either way, you’re locked in, and Twitch will still see you guys make a mess of yourselves,” Dakota explained, taking an unprecedented amount of joy in the squirming and moaning that Courtney and her entourage were doing. “…what…what do we have to do?” Courtney asked, not being able to hold her head up. “I’m glad you asked. See, this is a scoreboard, and since you’re all pieces of shit, I docked you 5 points. You have -5 points, and if you want me to unlock the bathroom for you, you have to get positive 5 points. And to get those points, you have to answer questions about…me,” Dakota explained, pointing to herself as she turned to her streaming camera and clicked the button to go live while the rest of the girls looked on in worry since they barely knew Dakota at all. “Hey guys, as you can see, I just finished explaining the rules of our little game to these three. I’ve told you why I want to get my revenge on these three, so I want you all to give me some questions that you want me to ask them. I have a few ideas myself, but if you guys have questions as well, let me know,” Dakota said to her chat before looking at her victims from the corner of her eye, taking in more pleasure hearing the moans and seeing the squirming of her bullies. “And with that out of the way, let’s get the fun started!” Dakota exclaimed, clapping her hands together, rubbing them in anticipation as Courtney and her friends looked on in concern while they tried to maintain their hold on their bladder and bowels. Based on @Jailor Eckman 's 'Off Limits' comic. I have no idea how it's going to continue or how it's going to end, but I decided to create a scenario where Dakota finally gets some revenge against her bullies, who made her hold pee for 24 hours. And yes, they gave me their blessing to do this fanfiction. Also, comment on what questions you want Dakota to ask her bullies. I don't know if I'll get the answers to questions about Dakota right, but still sounds like something fun.
  4. A huge thanks to Sapphire3619 for allowing me to write this fan fiction of their story. If you haven’t yet, I strongly recommend you read through their version first for full context. If you haven’t yet, you can find it here: https://www.omorashi.org/forums/topic/45138-chasing-courtney/?tab=comments#comment-1487495 Courtney Montell strode towards the bathroom. She had been waiting almost all day to use the bathroom. She wanted to make sure she could use it before she went to detention, which wasn’t even her fault. It all happened after that asshole Chase had tried to kiss her. It just happened to be her luck that the bathroom was closed for cleaning. With what already occurred in the day, it didn’t surprise Courtney at all. She was grateful to arrive in the detention room before Chase did, so she could deliver a killing glare when he walked in. Still, it didn’t change the fact she wasn’t able to use the restroom. About five minutes later she heard Mr. Green yelling at Chase in the hallway. Maybe he had found another girl to harass? Courtney chuckled silently to herself. Her silent laughing was interrupted by a strong reminder from her body she needed to find a toilet soon. She pulled out her homework, assuming she could distract herself from her bodily needs. T Mr. Green entered the room followed closely by Chase. Courtney was repulsed by even the sight of him. What could of guy could bring themself to do what he did? Not one she wanted anything to do with. Fifteen minutes into detention Mr. Green got a buzz on his phone and walked out. As soon as he left Courtney turned to her unwanted detention partner. “If it wasn’t for you we wouldn’t be here. You know what Chase, you’re honestly pathetic. How would you feel if some even bigger guy did that shut to you? I hope you end living on the side of the street.” Courtney was stunned by what she had just said. The stress of her current bladder situation along with with had happened made her act meaner than she thought. Chase didn’t answer, simply sinking further into his seat. Courtney turned around and looked back her homework. She realized that in fifteen minutes she had accomplished absolutely nothing. The clock seemed to be moving slower than it had in all her years of school. Yet her bladder only got worse and worse by the second. She ran a hand down onto her crotch, trying to elevate the pain a bit. She couldn’t remember the last time she needed to piss this badly, maybe Middle School? Didn’t really matter now, all that mattered was making it until 4:15. Courtney’s left leg started to bounce as the need to go worsened. She put her pencil down on the desk and grit her teeth as a wave of desperation came over her. “Uh, are you okay?” Courtney heard Chase’s voice come from behind her. “What the hell would you care?” She turned and snapped at him. Chase quickly looked back down at his desk in defeat. rashes “Why couldn’t the damn bathroom just be unlocked?” The young woman quietly muttered to herself. Than she thought of a better situation. “Couldn’t Chase have just left me alone?” The boy who had tried to kiss her was about twenty feet from her, sitting there, getting away with he had done. Was there any justice in the world? A second wave of desperation crashed over the poor girl like a tidal wave crashing over the shore. A whine managed to escape her lips as she gripped her crotch with both hands. She closed her eyes, trying to wish it all away. Everything that had happened today, all seemed to be building up to this moment. She hadn’t intended for any of this to happen. It all seemed to be thrust upon her so fast. And now she was about to be humiliated for something that wasn’t even her fault... It started slow, a light drizzle into her crotch before it turned into a full forced stream. Courtney audibly sighed as it poured down the back of her legs. The young woman’s jeans rapidly started to turn from light blue to dark blue as they filled with urine. Courtney forgot that she was even in detention. All that filled her mind was the sweet relief of finally emptying her bladder. Her relief lasted a few seconds before a noise came from behind her. “Holy shit!” Chase said behind the poor girl. Courtney places her face down into her desk, trying to force her mind back into that state of blissful ignorance. Chase stood up from his desk, mouth fully agape in awe of what he had just witnessed. “Uhhh Courtney, are you okay?” She didn’t move, simply preferring to try to drown her head into a low quality school desk. “Mr. Green is coming back soon, you want him to see this? Take my jacket.” Chase removed his jacket and held it out to her. She just ignored him, just staring straight down into the abyss of industrial grade particle board. “This is all your fault.” Courtney moaned through her sobs. Chase had been feeling guilty all throughout detention, but now he was filled with total remorse for what he’d done. She was right, he had caused this. “I’m really sorry okay, I’ll give you my jacket to cover it up and you can return it tomorrow and I’ll never speak to you again.” “You could’ve just left me alone Chase, you could’ve just left me alone.” “I know, I know. And now I’m trying to make up for it. You know what, keep the damn jacket.” He held it out to her again. Finally she took it from him. She slowly stood up and wrapped it around her waist. Tearfully she looked up at her detention partner. “Thanks Chase.” She muttered. “Hey you guys can go.” Mr. Green stuck his arm into the room gesturing for them to leave. Courtney waited a minute, and than set off for home.
  5. (After a little bit of thought, I decided to go ahead and begin writing the idea I had for a Dishonored fanfiction. If there is enough interest, I'll continue writing it.) Standing in her chambers, the former Empress of the Isles, Emily Kaldwin stood around, trying to comprehend what had just happened. Just that same day, she was the proud empress of a powerful kingdom with her Royal Protector and her father, Corvo Attano by her side. However, the day later took a drastic turn for the worst. Her supposed long lost sister Delilah had showed up, along with one of her allies to claim what she felt what was rightfully hers. Despite her best efforts, Delilah managed to trap Corvo in stone, leaving Emily all alone and without any allies. She would have to use her wits and abilities in order to escape from her former home, Dunwall Tower. Emily took a deep breath and collected herself. She quickly made a mental note of things she would have to do. She would have to find a way out of the tower, leave the city, and find a bathroom along the way. Preparing for the day's events, Emily made sure to keep herself hydrated. It would be a long day, and she knew she would have to keep her energy up to last the day's events. She had consumed plenty of water throughout the morning, planning to have a relaxing afternoon afterwards. With everything that was going on, and her necessary escape from the tower, her day would be far from relaxing. Now, Emily was feeling the effects of her water intake. She knew that there was likely no opportunity of using a restroom in a hostile environment, with guards patrolling the premises, with orders to attack her on sight. There were plenty of facilities, but Emily knew that any bathroom in Dunwall Tower was virtually a death sentence due to the loud noise the toilet would create and draw everyone to her position. At the same time, Emily knew she had to escape the tower immediately and she couldn't do that by standing in the chambers all day. She looked at the open window and took a long deep breath. She had to escape, and now was the time to do it. Emily climbed out onto the balcony and looked down. It was a far way down, with no chance of surviving if she fell. She calmly walked on the narrow balcony, careful not to make any sudden movements. With every step, she could feel her bladder twinge slightly, under the tight uniform that she wore. It was becoming quite a distraction, taking away from her mission to escape. However, Emily pushed on and made her way to an empty window. Quickly hopping inside, she noticed the dead guards that were loyal to her, but were slain. However, she noticed one guard still alive and she made her way over to her. "Lady Emily, you're alright, I was worried..." The guard muttered out, clearly wounded pretty badly. "Where's the Royal Protector?" She followed up with, as Emily came closer over towards her. "There's a coup underway, my father is...he's imprisoned for lack of a better word." Emily responded with, looking down at the guard, frowning slightly. "You've got to get out of the Tower, through your safe room. There was a captain, earlier today, down at the docks, looking for the Royal Protector. Find her, get out of Dunwall." The guard spoke calmly, before handing Emily her personal sword, which she held in her hands. She slowly stood up and collected herself. If what the guard said was true, she could have a potential escape down at the docks, which would help her escape the hostile territory that had become of the surroundings. Emily was determined to reach the docks...and to try and not wet herself in the process.
  6. It's that time once again, ladies and gentlemen! If you've been wanting to see me write your story ideas, now is your chance. This time, I've added the option for live writing sessions where you and other viewers can watch me write and offer live feedback, at no extra cost. I'm also only going to work on one commission at a time to start, though I may open up a second slot down the line. All my guidelines can be found in the link below, so as not to stretch out the page like last time. Please note that these guidelines are subject to change. https://docs.google.com/document/d/1gbnZiUoAyM_zZyQjPIZVohki9wrZpujvEhivfpz68ks/edit You can either contact me through this thread or through DM's. Let the commission fun begin!
  7. Hello everyone, I've once again reached that point in my fanfiction career where I have tons of ideas to write, but no clue which one to do first. For this year's story selections, I've decided to mix some of my own original ideas with that of stories based on artwork and other people's suggestions to bring more of the OmoOrg community into the mix. If you participated in last year's vote, it's much the same here: The two stories with the most votes will be my next projects. The others maybe-possibly-but-not-likely will be written at some point. This time, however, I'm allowing multiple-choice voting. I only ask that you do not vote for more than three stories maximum in order to prevent your vote from being too diluted. The poll will be closed either in about five days from now, or if this thread goes straight into the abyss of the forum pages, whichever comes first. I'll leave you all to it, now. Make your horny little voices heard!
  8. Considering XenoVerse, the DBZ Movies, DBGT, & Super DB Heroes exist I think I can experiment more around that area than with the Main Continuity especially adding my own scenarios. So the question is should I or should I not do a continuation to "Dragon Ball Omorashi: The Lost Chronicles"? I ask because I haven't wrote a New Story in a long time unless I should without any answers but I actually like having discussions. I also confirm that I won't be doing a continuation to "Dragon Ball: Omorashi Chronicles" since I used the Main Continuity for it. What upcoming stories should I do? More Pan & Bulla? Towa? Zangya in Hell? Let me know what you people are thinking. NOTE: I think using the Fiction/FanFiction is best suited for this topic to be here since I am talking about FanFiction.
  9. In a parallel universe where crazy events occur in the Dragon Ball Timeline, our android heroine Nico is sent to the time when Frieza has called the Ginyu Force to execute Vegeta, Krillin, & Gohan except that Towa decided to manipulate Ginyu's mind to switch bodies with Frieza instead of Goku to cause a huge change in time. Nico is in a hurry to restore the Time Event but Nico is in a Desperate Situation of her own...... [Xeno] Future Trunks *on intercom*: You gotta find a way to fix this Time Event or else everything will go wrong Nico Nico: Understood but...*blushes* [Xeno] Future Trunks *on intercom*: But what? Nico: Mmm... never mind I'll be sure to accomplish my mission but if things get more messy send in Beat & the others [Xeno] Future Trunks *on intercom*: Roger that! Nico: *Holds groin & blushes* Ugh, I need to find somewhere to release my fluids called urine! *Looks at destination far away* *Far Distance* Frieza (Ginyu): Hand over the Dragon Balls Vegeta or else I, Captain Ginyu, will use Frieza's Might on you! *Far Distance* Vegeta: I can't believe this, this is a nightmare! Fine here you go! *shivers* *Far Distance* Krillin: Woah usually I say crap like that! *shivers* *Far Distance* [Kid] Gohan: Vegeta is right, this is a nightmare. Krillin let's do what this guy says! *shivers* Nico *Being Desperate*: God dang it! *looks around quickly* Ah ha! I'll go there then sneak them by surprise afterwards. (Nico fly's straight near by the destination) Nico: Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go! Nico: *spreads legs & lifts up skirt* No time to pull down my red panties, this is an emergency! [Kid] Gohan: *shivers* (Hmm? Was that a voice I heard nearby?) Recoome: Hey pipsqueak keep handing over the Dragon Balls Nico: *starts peeing through her red panties like a Water Drinking Fountain* *Her eyes go blank temporarily & is in 'aw' (makes a somewhat Orgasm Face)* Oh yes this feels wonderful! *continues peeing* Recoome: *sniffs* Hey did one of you little pipsqueaks wet yourselves *laughs* Krillin & [Kid] Gohan: None of us did you oof!!! Recoome: *sniff* well my nose doesn't lie so someone must have Nico: *continues peeing* *still making that Orgasm-like Face expression* Oh god why does me peeing like this feel so sensational! Recoome: Not sure if it's me or I heard a voice it must be coming from over there Burter: Then go check it out (Recoome walks towards Nico's position where she is making loud noises) Recoome: Huh? Who are you!? Nico: *Turns around* Uh... *stops peeing then blushes then makes an angry face* You pervert! (strikes an uppercut kick towards Recoome's Head) (Vegeta & the Earthlings and the Ginyu Force see's Nico in broad daylight) Nico: Um.... *turns on intercom* Trunks, send in Beat & the others asap! [Xeno] Future Trunks *on intercom*: Really now!? What happened!? Nico: Let's say my plan for this mission didn't go as planned [Xeno] Future Trunks: Understood, help is on the way! Beat & other Time Patrollers are now being sent to Nico's Location to complete the mission, later on the mission turned out to be a success thanks to Beat & Nico's team effort.
  10. Hello everyone, this is Hybrid C18 (aka Ecchi C18 who used to have a YouTube Channel). I just want to say that my YouTube Channel got wrongly terminated because I only got 1 Strike and then without a warning when I just reached 1K Subs it got taken down. I restored my channel & reuploaded my videos but not many people returned to sub (only 17 subs returned). My Video Views were drastically decreasing so I decided to delete my YouTube Channel, my Twitter Account, and clear up & leave Newgrounds. I did this because I couldn't handle alot of this Media Nonsense & I realized the only place I love the most is this site where I can fully express myself than on YouTube & Twitter. I had to SOMEWHAT censor myself considering of their Rules. I can follow some Rules that are reasonable but if there are Rules that restricts me to fully express myself I rather break those rules so considering this site has Rules that I fully agree with & has a Theme Fetish I'm into I will stay here instead. I even decided to go back to use my old Avatar & Username (the Cell-Hybrid C18 Artwork). Now on to main topic: Should I continue to write the "Dragon Ball Omorashi: The Lost Chronicles" under a new name since I finished writing the Final Chapters? I don't think I'm going to continue the "Dragon Ball: Omorashi Chronicles" series since that uses Canon Material so I'm uncertain that I even want to go back to it. Or should I move on to write a New FanFic series? Should I touch upon Naruto/Naruto: Shippuden? Panty & Stocking? Total Drama? I will like & love to do these but I want to hear other people's suggestions as long I'm familiar with it. What do you think about all this stuff I'm saying?
  11. W.I.P 'cos an idiot that is myself just accidentally slammed the post button immediately after creating a topic. Whoops
  12. So I just wanted to know if there are any site rules on fans of particular stories carrying them on after they're essentially "dead" and the author/s have stopped updating them? Is that against the rules or not? For example, if someone wanted to carry on "The Prodigal Princess" or "Master and Servant", is that allowed? Say for instance if for a story like that, someone titled a new chapter/part: "Master And Servant - Fan Continuation" and then wrote several of their own additional chapters. Is that okay? Yay or nay?
  13. 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.
  14. It was all Patty and Liz’s fault. Patty had brought four water bottles to the table and Liz had five and it couldn’t be symmetrical with five water bottles on the table and four on the other, so of course Kid drank one of Liz’s. Problem solved. Except, it wasn’t. Patty had become a bit fed up with Kid’s antics. He was the reason they miss half a day of school nearly everyday so he could fix the damn picture in the living room, after all. So, she dumped one of her water bottles down the sink. This went on until they ran out of water bottles, and they’d missed half a day of school again, but Patty figured it was worth watching Kid grind his teeth in annoyance. Now, they’re half way through the last class of the day, and Kid just can’t sit still. It wasn’t the first time that his need for everything to be symmetrical had come back to bite him, but it had never got him in a situation quite like this. He has to piss and bad. His bladder feels like a waterballoon clenched between a dog’s teeth: pressed on hard enough, and it’ll pop. Both hands are squeezed shut, resting on each of his knees. His bottom lip pushes so far into his skin that it draws blood. It coats his tongue and sends a strong metallic taste sweeping through his mouth. He swallows it with the grim thought of ‘great, more liquids.’ The thought sends a wave of desperation over him, and he bends in a weak protest as he leaks a bit. His cheeks burn as he realizes that it made the tinniest spot on his jeans darker than the rest of it, but his mind doesn’t even begin to form the feeling of embarrassment he should be feeling -wetting himself at this age? - and instead feels the familiar itch that occurs when something isn’t even. He shifts his weight to the left and focuses on letting out just enough liquid to form the same sized stain in the same place on his left pant-leg as he made on his right. He sighs in relief when it’s achieved, but it’s short-lived. Panic sweeps over him when he realizes he can’t get it to stop when he wants it to, and instead forms a slighter larger mark than he intended to make. Grinding his teeth in frustration, Kid shifts his weight again and repeats the process. “What are you doing?” Patty hisses from his right. Startled, Kid jumps a bit and looks at her like a deer caught in headlights as he releases the remaining liquid in his bladder. It sends a sickening warmth over his lap and splashes on the floor loud enough that every head turns to look at him as he sits rigidly. Liz gasps from his left as he dips his finger in the puddle under his thighs and presses it against his knee. “There,” he murmurs, “Perfectly symmetrical.”
  15. Time was running short... Spy ascended the spiral hallway with his gun ready, checking each end of a corridor to make sure the cost was clear... meanwhile on F-Scout's end... She trudged on with her two hands still between her legs, clenching as hard as she could. After her reunion with Spy, she started thinking bad, to worst case scenarios... ...She thought that right next to her friend, she'd just end up letting her golden juices spew all over the floor, as it would envelop her crotch, right behind Spy... She blushed just thinking about it. Spurt after spurt of hot piss trickled between her, she was very close to losing her "inner fight" as she struggled up the spiraling steps. Eventually they got to a room with boxes, some pills and ammo. Spy checked the surroundings at the back of the ajar door to find no one. He signaled F-Scout to follow (or waddle in this case). F-Scout moved along behind him as they moved to the balcony area entrance. Then out of nowhere.............. All of RED team cam from almost every possible entrance in the room, the pit passage, the outside, even the spawn room. It was an ambush!!! Quickly, just before the gunfire began to spread, Spy pushed F-Scout out of the way to the balcony (He didn't want to do it, since it would cause some serious damage to her bladder... but he couldn't think of any other way in time). F-Scout looked behind her as she fell on her back to see two horrifying things... Another huge leak escape her panties, and Spy getting torn to shreds by gunfire, and projectiles. F-Scout was speechless... the combination of seeing her friend die, and the fact that another spew of pee making the big enough stain bigger, made F-Scout start crying a bit... for years, F-Scout has never cried for anything... but memories began to come back to her... for it wasn't Spy's death alone that made her weep (she knew he'd just respawn anyways)... It made her remember the most tragic moment of her life... the murder of her parents. When F-Scout was just a little girl (before that name being given to her, her original name was [This information has been terminated, along with the person who wrote this]), she lived a peaceful life with her family in Boston. She played Baseball as a hobby, she loved her parents, and everything was just swell... until... One night, the house F-Scout lived in was being robbed. The windows smashed open, and the sound of shattering glass caused the parents to wake up... except for F-Scout (she was a heavy sleeper). The mother hid behind the Father, for he was carrying a snub revolver in his nervous grip. In the long silence of the night (minus the shattered window), there wasn't a single bullet of gunfire to be heard, perhaps the thief left, or maybe some punks were being outright vandals... F-Scout's dreaming mind was oblivious to what was going on. Morning arrives, F-Scout got out of her bed, as she moved tiredly in her little girl pajamas. There wasn't a single noise in the house, but the innocent girl was too tired to care about the silence, only a nice bowl of cereal. When she arrived at the kitchen, she was to turn to the pantry, but something else had caught her attention, two pale figures were lying on the floor, blood pooling around them, large cuts on their backs, and wore horrified looks on their faces. The girl stared at them... and began to cry... cry... cry... cry... cry....................................................................................................................................................................................................... The next door neighbors eventually found out about the break in, and called the police. When the investigation took place, they found out it was the work of 2 serial killers, who had been on the PD's case for a while. Eventually they decided for her to stay with her grandparents, and the girl had to go through psychological therapy for a while. One night however, F-Scout ran away from her relatives to go live a life of crime in the slums. She had grown up, and taught herself many things, one of those things being "how to fight." She turned into a real fighter. Several years later, she was minding her own business through a dark alleyway in search of some money, when some shady characters approached her, and cornered her into a wall. They began to sexually harass her through touching her in "many places..." but the years of getting into fights, training, and even falling into the same situation as the current one has made her anything but scared. With her bat by her, she pulled it out and began to kick some serious ass! A [REDACTED] just so happened to be passing by the area on other errands, when he saw the aftermath of F-Scout's bloody handiwork... he was pleased at what he saw. He gave his "higher ups" a call, and offered F-Scout a job as a "Badland Brawler." With the amount of money they were offering, she just couldn't refuse. So with that little bit of backstory out of the way, let's return to real time... F-Scout's flashbacks were over, she stared at the bloody mess of a corpse that was Spy's, the puddle that she was maki-ki-k-k ("OH SHIT!!!") F-Scout almost immediately stopped the gushing flow of piss, somehow with no struggle this time. She quickly got up, letting go of one of her hands to temporarily get back up, and dug her hand back in again. She knew that if she didn't act quick, she'd be slaughtered! She heard a hell-a lotta footsteps marching for her, so without thinking, she jumped off the balcony. When she landed, her legs were just fine, but her bladder felt that impact and let a ginormous spurt of piss. This was the biggest leak yet. She must have let out at least 1/3 of her bladder. "Oh shit ohshitohshitohshitohshitohshit!!!" F-Scout yelled with worry as her pee gushed down her legs, leaving a wet stain on her skirt. She had to run now, and fast... so with all of the strength she could possibly muster, she clenched herself harder than a prostate with a rubber tube inside of it. Her face screamed for desperation, she had already failed her mission to keep herself dry a long time ago, yet she still fought on with the pain. She could do this, she KNEW she could do this... she KNEW she couldn't do this... As the REDs ran to leap for the balcony, a large, meaty arm blocked their way. A RED Heavy turned to his comrades, and pointed at Soldier, and Spy (who respawned earlier). "You two... with me... NOW!" ​Heavy ordered, and his teammates followed F-Scout recovered from her impact, and walked as fast as she could, but her bladder restrained her greatly, for she could only move VERY slowly, to prevent anymore, she wanted this to be over, all she wanted was to pee, all she wanted... She walked one step at a time... she was still crying at this point. The pain she was feeling, both physically, and emotionally, she trucked on, both drops of tears, and pee falling below her. Each step was followed by a subtle stream flowing down her legs. She was broken from the inside out. The only thing wanted to do right now was pee, and cry. Just when she made it halfway across the bridge, The three REDs Heavy, Soldier, and Spy marched towards her, with great rush, Heavy charged for the stumbling girl, and tackled her down. F-Scout lost another humongous spurt of piss, resulting in another puddle as she hit the floor. The three REDs witnessed her peeing herself, as they viewed it all happen from under her skirt. F-Scout didn't want to come to the realization that people were seeing her pee, for it caused an emotional skewer to pierce her heart. All the other REDs watch the action happen from the balcony, as well as the REDs watching first hand. F-Scout dug her hands into her lower region, and blushed vividly, with more tears rushing down her face. The three began to chuckle a bit, slowly at first, but then the laughter grew louder and louder. "Aww... little girl have little baby accident?" TOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHA Heavy yelled. Heavy's comment only made the wet girl blush more, and sob more. "Ahem," The RED Spy scoffed, I have an idea, may you two hold her up for me?" The other two REDs decided to do what he said. They took away F-Scout's arms from her womanhood, which caused more leaking, but not a big one like the other spills, and they raised her in the air, holding onto her arms and legs. F-Scout didn't want to even look up anymore, she was blinded by her tears. With a crack of his knuckles, Spy charged up his fist, and thrusted it into F-Scout's lower body... drip... drip... drip drip drip drop drop drodrop speeeeewwwwwww... ...this was it... F-Scout, grimacing with pain, tried her best to hold back the torrent of pee... but this was something that could not be stopped. Her warm, golden pee that she had held for so long was finally released. It first spread a bit on her skirt, but then it sprayed all over. It streamed down her legs furiously. The puddle under her grew massive. F-Scout didn't even feel any relief from the gushing of hot piss, just pure pain. Pee was still escaping her legs, but along with it was another stream... a river of tears. F-Scout cried and blushed horrendously, as the spray turned into a sprinkle, into a leak, and finally stopping. Tears hit the yellow lake below. The REDs previously holding onto her, had let go, dropping her into the endless gold of her creation. F-Scout put her hands on her face and cried more and more. She had never been more embarrassed in her entire life. The sound of sobbing was interrupted by some clicking sounds. F-Scout looked up to see an Enforcer pointed to her head. "Hehehe, consider this revenge for shooting my hand off." The suited RED chuckled, as he slowly pulled the trigger... ... ... ... BANG ... ... ... There was dead silence from both sides of the bridge... F-Scout opened her eyes to see a gaping hole in the RED's forehead. He fell to the floor, thus revealing a man in a BLU suit, a 5 o clock shadow, and an Ambassador. "AND CONSIDER THAT REVENGE FOR BEING AN ASS!!!" F-Scout's expression quickly changed from complete embarrassment, to... still a lot of embarrassment... but with pure happiness mixed in. "WHAT THE FU- "WHAT THE FU- BANG BANG The REDs behind F-Scout fell to the floor dead, and the man in the suit walked up to the soaked girl and pulled out his hand. F-Scout slowly, but surely reached her arm out, and was pulled up. "Backstabber!!! But I saw you get torn to shreds!" F-Scout shouted. "Any time is a good time to check the time, I always say," BLU Spy said as he dangled his Dead Ringer by it's chain. The once captive girl was thankful for being saved, but was still blushing about the accident from earlier as she looked down. Spy could fell the embarrassment coming from her, and came in to comfort her... but now there was a bigger problem... "Ahem!" A Southerner's voice called. Spy and the girl looked at all the REDs that were from the balcony, on the ground, pointing their guns at them (except for RED scout... he was getting ready for "his date"). But just when the two BLUs thought that they'd be dead in seconds, a loud rumble came to audible range. "Vat is zat sound?" a Medic asked. The rumbling came louder and louder and louder... then suddenly... All of BLU team came rushing down the entrance of BLU base, charging for the bridge. A hailstorm of bullets and explosives came from the BLUs, destroying all the REDs before they even got a chance to shoot back. All that remained of RED team was a pile of tron up gore. Everyone began to get close to F-Scout. She looked at them and lit up from her whole team seeing the aftermath of category 5: Hurricane F-Scout. A Soldier chuckled at F-Scout... but not because of her large wet stain... "You did a fine job girl," Soldier said, patting F-Scout on the back. Spy came in and decided to give her a big hug as well, eventually leading to all of the BLUs to giving F-Scout a nice group hug (especially Sniper, wanting to try and get a rub of her sweet pee on his leg). F-Scout wasn't sure if she should be embarrassed, or cheerful. "Awww thanks guys," the drenched girl spoke with a smile on her face. "C'mon little girl," Heavy told the girl, "You still have job to do." F-Scout remembered that she still had this hunking suitcase on her back... ..so with a trip down to BLU's basement, everyone stood behind the girl as she put the big case on the table... "Victory," an announcement called, as all the BLU's began to celebrate their 1st victory in a while, and finally breaking REDs streak. F-Scout turned back to Spy as he looked back at her amongst the dancing crowd, and the two began hugging each other again. "Hey Bactabber?" The girl said still dripping from the bottom down, "I know you've done so much for me already... but is it ok if I ask you just one last favor?" "Well then, ask away," Spy replied. Epilogue It was late at night. The RED Scout was preparing his bedroom for his "lover" to arrive. "Aw man, I'm gonna be all ovah dat pussy," Scout began fantasizing, "She's gonna be all like "Oh Scout, your cock is soooooo big, I can't conain myself, I'm gonna cu-" *KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK* "Oh uh (damn, didn't think she'd be this early... oh well... I get some vag now I guess)" "Ju-Just gimme a sec." The scrawny man began to strip his clothes of until he was bare, and in a hurry, looked through his drawer to find some condoms (Scout carried all kinds of pervy things in his drawer, several enemas, vibrators, strap-ons, some porn magazines, and if one looked deep enough, they'd find some diapers, and a Fleshlight... ... ... Scout was a kinky bastard...). Eventually he founds his "Mann Co. grade condoms. He veiled it on his penis and quickly got into the bed in an arousing pose... "Alright, you can come in now." ... but nothing happened... silence... *THUD* *THUD* *THUD* ... *CRASH!!!* A massively huge Heavy, with his equally sized cock, barged down the door, startling Scout! "Little man, I hope you like Sandvich in tiny asshole," He said with a Sandvich in his hand, making a B-line towards Scout. Scout was horrified by what was coming towards him, so with no time to put his clothes back on, he opened the window by the side of his bed, and jumped out of it running and screaming. "Hyehehehehehehahahahaha" the Heavy's voice slowly reaching a higher pitch as he began to remove his face... literally, by taking his face off, a large shroud of blue steam flourished the room. When the steam dissipated, it revealed F-Scout's (naked) body. "Hahahahahaha, thanks Backstabber, you're the best," she said laughing as she held out the paper cut-out of the Heavy mask. The End (I just quickly want to say thanks to anyone who actually bothered to read the 1st fiction of my creation. I know it sounds selfish, but I would love to see this story made on SFM or something. And also for my next fiction... I do plan on making another one. I promise it will be much more interesting, and should have more wettings in it. And once again... Thanks.) ^_^
  16. F-Scout had finally climbed the set of stairs. Her bladder was bulging! She hid behind the wall next to the stairs to check if any enemies were around... she didn't see anyone... so she crept out of the sewer entrance. She walked very slowly to keep from provoking anyone close by, and her bladder. She had her shotgun out, trembling throughout her entire body. She knew that if anything got in her way, she'd- *THUD*!!! F-Scout's precarious movements seemed to do no good for her, for she tripped over something big and rubbery. When she fell, there was a massive spew of piss trickling out her skirt, this time with an underskirt view! F-Scout tried and tried her best to stop the burst of pee, but it just couldn't be stopped! F-Scout hoped she wouldn't have to do this, but quickly, she dug her hands into her panties, and plugged up her womanhood as hard as she could. After a few seconds she managed to finally stop the flow, but dared not let go of herself. She looked down to assess the damage. There was a tiny wet patch around the brim of her skirt (which was black, so nothing noticeable), as far as her panties go... well... you already know. F-Scout looked behind her to see what she tripped on... but there was nothing. At first she thought that it was just her shoelaces or something, but upon putting her hand around it, there was in fact, something big and rubbery in her path, but it was invisible. ("What the hell is this bull?" F-Scout thought to her self, "Now I got invisible shit getting in my way?") F-Scout slowly got up from the crash site, her hands still down there, and slowly, and extremely carefully walked to the side exit, which led to the outside stairs. She heard beeping up ahead. ("Look's like gearhead moved his stupid crap back," F-Scout thought to herself, planning on how she'd get past a previous issue.) She considered drinking more BONK!, since it had finished recharging, but she REALLY didn't want to drink more, and her hands were occupied on dam duty for now. Then all of a sudden she felt a small source of heat blow against her. *Mmph MMm mM Mmph mpmh MPmH.* A RED Pyro with his Backburner had snuck behind the girl. F-Scout was struck with two feeling... The fact that she was going to be burned to a crisp in a few seconds, and also that an enemy Pyro was seeing her hands dug into her panties. She was so embarrassed that she almost cried for the 1st time in years. At first the Pyro didn't do anything, but then the RED nudged F-Scout, gesturing her to walk forward ("Oh great, now I have options, I can walk into a firing line and get myself killed, or I can stay here and burn to death. The possibilities are just FRIGGIN' ENDLESS!!!") F-Scout decided that getting blown up by a sentry would seem less painful than slowly sizzling, so she followed the Pyro's orders and moved forward, after all, she'd just respawn anyways, and when she gets blown up, no one will see all that pee explode along with her. As she struggled to keep her pee from escaping anymore in between her fingers, she stumbled into the outside stairs, with the Pyro next to her. The Engineer that was next to his sentry spotted the two , and aimed his Wrangler at them... but just when he was about to fire a blizzard of death at them, the Pyro waved his hand at him, gesturing "No." "Just exactly what in Sam Hell do you plan on doin' with that girl?" The Engineer questioned. *Mmph MM Mphm mmph* The Pyro replied. Engineer didn't understand what Pyro said. "Why shouldn't I just kill 'er now?" Engineer asked again. F-Scout's heart was racing at this point. She was so scared that she might almost pee herself just out of fear. F-Scout was usually cool and collective of her situations, but never before had she been fearing for her life as much as she was now. The Pyro didn't say anything back to his hardhat fellow, instead he flashed the axe that was on his back at him... The Engie gasped for a bit, he knew that if Pyro didn't get his way, he'd just get an extra serving of torture later. Fun fact time: Everyone on RED team is EXTREMELY afraid of Pyro. Engineer decided to do what he was told, and let them pass. They climbed up the stairs that led to the basement of RED base (Pyro giving a menacing stare at Engineer the whole time). They reach the underground part of the base. F-Scout was trying to figure out how to get out of this predicament, and without using her hands, as she descended the stairs. She heard the beepings of several machines throughout the room, but the only sounds she wanted to hear was pee hitting the water. As they approach the center of the room, the Pyro came to a halt, and looked at our desperate protagonist. F-Scout was worried of what he was going to do with her... things she'd rather not think about... ... then the Pyro began to take off his gas mask, revealing another mask... only this time, a blue ski mask. "Sorry for scaring you back there," his French accent spoke, as he twirled an Eternal Reward (which had been bloodied by the Pyro that F-Scout tripped over earlier). "BACKSTA-" "Shhhh" Spy interrupted F-Scout, obviously not wanting to be caught. "sorry," The girl whispered. The two walked into the intelligence room as Spy was removing his disguise, and noticed the intelligence was gone (someone had already taken it). Well it looks like we'll be waiting for a while," Spy said, which were not good words to F-Scout. Spy was lying against the wall, cleaning his knife, and F-Scout was pacing around the room as her bladder expanded more and more. Spy noticed F-Scout's hands inside her skirt, and said "What is the matter girl?" "Hiding something?" Spy chuckled a bit. F-Scout blushed vividly, and stopped in her tracks. She didn't say anything for a while, and eventually mumbled "I um... I gotta uh... I gotta pee really badly" Spy was a smart man, so he obviously understood the situation. He decided to say nothing more of it, for he didn't want to thought provoke her with urine related matters. "Hey so... sorry for not getting to thank you properly for saving my life back at base," Spy spoke out. F-Scout blushed again, "It ain't nothing," F-Scout replied, "Just helpin' out an old friend." She smiled, as a few drops of golden pee trickled between her legs, but before any of them could notice the small leakage, an announcement came up... ​"Success, we have secured the enemy intelligence." Spy and F-Scout looked at the nearby table to see a glowing briefcase spontaneously materialize in front of them. They both walked towards it, and then Spy looked at the girl next to him and said, "... ...Well... you're the fastest one here." F-Scout looked down to remind him that her hands were still busy. Spy got the gesture and decided to put the briefcase on her back for her. Spy readied his Ambassador, "I will cover you to the best of my abilities," Spy said a bit worried. The two ran up the spiral hallway with pride and determination. No sheer amount of piss was going to stop F-Scout from winning for her team. End of Chapter 4
  17. (Sorry that this chapter took forever to come, but I've just been lazy to work on it, and I have been thinking of bigger plans for the future, but for now I hope you can forgive me and enjoy the next chapter.) F-Scout and Demo had just made it to the front of BLU base, catching a view of the bloodbath that was taking place. F-Scout was just staring deeply into the flying gore and the screams of the fallen... some say things are "music to their ears" to them, this was more like a Broadway show to her. She stared so hard that she got careless and let out a gush of warm piss... but quickly came back to reality and stopped the flow once again. ("Had it ain't been for this skirt, dat stain'd be pretty friggin' visible," she thought to herself nervously). Demo was observing the area from the safe reach of the concrete wall to find a path that wasn't being smothered by gun fire (kinda like a certain pair of panties not even 2 feet from him). There was a RED sentry up at the center of the bridge that led to the other side, taking out anyone that came into it's massive range. As it took out BLUs one by one, the Engineer that was guarding his precious sentry smirked as it made blood and gore splatter the entire BLU wall. "I've got an idea," Demo said looking at F-Scout, "Got that BONK drink on yeh?" F-Scout could see where this was going, she turned away and grimaced at the fact that she'd have to drink MORE, but she took the soda can out of her bag anyways. "'Ere's the plan lassie, ya drink that stuff and run out there, an' while that blasted toy's shootin' at yeh, I'll 'ave enough time to blow the damn thing to smithereens!" F-Scout wasn't ok about 2 things... 1. She'd have to cause more harm to her bladder by drinking more. 2. She'd have to run out banzai style and get shot at (despite being shortly invincible) But she decided to go with the idea for lack of better options. ("Sorry down there... just hold on a bit longer 'kay?" F-Scout thought to her bladder, as if it could respond) "On me mark..." Demo said with his sticky launcher ready, "Ready... ... GO!!!" F-Scout chugged down the soft drink as fast as she could, knowing that it would come back to harm her later. She felt the stimulating, mind numbing effects of her radio active drink go down her throat, and ran right out the front entrance. She took the first step and immediately forgot the fact that she had to pee really badly, so as you'd expect, another spurt escaped her, this time it was much, MUCH bigger. The sentry that guarded the bridge, and her Engineer point all attention towards the running BLU, and instantly started to throw a massive barrage of .50 caliber bullets and missiles. Each step F-Scout made equaled a spurt of hot piss. She ran in a circle as everything the sentry threw didn't even graze her. Then Demo popped out of the other side of BLU entrance and started to shoot his sticky bombs. Each shot that Demo threw, there was a delay for the next bomb to be fired, and F-Scout's BONK was running out of time. After Demo fired 8 bombs (though he only needed 3...) he was about to detonate his explosives when a Sniper from RED Base's balcony shot him right in his head! The Demo dropped dead to the floor... "SHIT! CYCLOPES!!!" F-Scout yelled as her invincibility was starting to run out, with no damage done to the sentry. Quickly, just to get out of the sentry's fire, she jumped into the moat with water in it (if one looked closely, they could see a subtle stream of pee trail behind F-Scout as she dived into the water). *SPLASH*. F-Scout hit the water hard. She looked around to see if there were any enemies in the water, in which there were none. Suddenly, however, F-Scout came to a startling realization... 1. She has to pee REALLY REALLY REALLY badly 2. She was in a pool of water 3. There was no one in the water Combine that all together... and you get a free peeing spot. "YYYES! F-Scout said as she floated in the filthy sewage. She put on a face of comfort and let out the pee that she'd been carrying for so long. F-Scout felt so relieved to finally urinate, letting the warm golden liquids pool around her... ... sadly however, this didn't last for very long. As she had relieved herself for about 2 seconds, a RED scout just so happened to be crossing the bridge up on the surface when he noticed his polar opposite in the water. Fun fact time: On the RED team, a lot of Scout's teammates had much respect for him. He was like the "cool guy on the team," and as you might already know, Scout can be a smooth ladies-man (Bleugh COUGH COUGH, excuse me while I get this shit out of my mouth), but Scout actually, despite being enemies, had the HOTS for F-Scout. "Heheheheeyyy," Scout said as he looked at F-Scout below, unaware of what she was doing. Scout backed up a bit, and then ran right off the bridge... "GIRANAMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!" Scout dived right into the water, and swam towards F-Scout with a smug grin. When she saw someone dive into the water, F-Scout immediately plugged herself up and stopped the act of relief. Scout got close to her, wrapped one arm around F-Scout, and began talking to her (making F-Scout EXTREMELY uncomfortable)... "Hey so um... whatcha doin?" "Oh um... nothing really." (F-Scout slowly reaching for her shotgun) "Dats cool... Oh so uh... I'm havin' a steak dinner tonight and uh... I dont think I'm finishin' that myself. How bout I sneak you in my place tonight?" "Oh uhhhh... sure why not (I'D RATHER LICK A HEAVY'S ASS!!!)." "Cool cool. We could eat, watch a movie or somthin, den we could I don't know... show you my... force-o-nature OH YEAH! (*pelvic thrust*) "Cool, I'll see you tonight (sorry Backstabber, hope you can cover in for me ): )" With a wave goodbye, Scout entered the BLU base. F-Scout couldn't have been happier with that awkward moment finally leaving her. Pulling out her shotgun, F-Scout takes aim for the running RED, when a RED soldier from the surface spotted her. "C'mere pumpkin!" The Soldier said as he fired his rockets at her. Being quick on her feet, F-Scout swam as fast as she could, avoiding the deadly missiles, and dashed into the RED sewers. Inside was the a concrete room with a first aid kit, and a box of ammo... nothing F-Scout really needed at the moment. She was thankful that she got to pee a bit and get rid of some of her lower stress, but it didn't help much. She noticed a lone corner on the side of the room, and walked towards it. Looking around to see if anyone was coming, she lowered her panties which by the way were drenched at this point and squatted down. F-Scout looked at her panties and felt bad for them, as she'd probably have to throw them away, and it was her favorite too. Just when she was gonna release her warm piss, she noticed a security camera focus it's attention on her. Extremely embarrassed that some unknown person was watching, she quickly pulled up her panties and blushed as she ran further into the sewers. At the end of the sewers was a stair case that led to RED base. She started to waddle to the stairs with her legs crossed and her hand between them, when she heard an announcement come through the speakers, ​"Success, we have secured the enemy intelligence." "Well that's one point for us," F-Scout said to herself. She climbed up the steps to enemy territory, as her bladder screamed for attention. How much longer until F-Scout gets to her white, dome shaped paradise? End of Chapter 3
  18. The front gates opened... "CHARGE!!! KILL 'EM ALL!!! IYM KOMMING FOR YOU LYTUL COWARDZ!!!" As the BLUs charged out of that gate faster than a hat sale depleting it's supplies, F-Scout trudged out slowly limping, trying all she can from having and endless supply of Jarate pool from her skirt... and speaking of which... Sniper was just opening the vents that led to his "super secret camping spot" when out the corner of his highly trained eyes he saw the dancing girl attempting to head for the (bathroom) battlements. Now you probably knew that Sniper can get creative with a jar of urine, but another thing I bet you didn't know was that ever since his middle school years, Sniper always had a urolagnia fetish, and Omorashi (or simply panty wetting, as the term Omorashi was unfamiliar to him) was no different. In fact some say he goes to the restrooms hiding an Australian magazine ("uh wuzzit called again? Wet Pet? Net Set? Something like that?") under his shirt and doesn't come out for hours! Sniper thought "it would be the perfect idea to get her to make some leaking magic." F-Scout got to the staircase when Sniper got in her way (intentionally) and started to speak "E'llo ther sheila, wottur yah doin out 'ere at this time?" "Uh... going to (take a massive piss) where the (bathroom) fight's goin' on... where everyone else is..." F-Scout was trying to stand still so that Sniper didn't find out of the oncoming tsunami, but her crossing knees, uncomfortable face, and digging fingernails said otherwise. "Now if you would please (get outta my friggin' face already) step aside I need to go (piss more than the bowl can contain) do my job." F-Scout tried to get passed the the scrawny Aussie when he blocked her path with his long, lanky arms. "w-w-wuwu Wait a sec!" Sniper stuttered, "I just gotta tell ya the funniest story you'll evah hear." You'll laugh so bloody hard ya gonna blow up with laughtuh!" ("But I'm already blowing up with a live grenade in my bladder," F-Scout thought to herself). Before the jittery jumper could even plan to take a step, Sniper started to blather on about nonsensical things that had nothing to do with the situation at hand for about a few minutes (though to her it felt like "10 matches and a server crash"). F-Scout considered of taking one of the pitfalls that lead to the 1st floor, but she'd not even dare trying such a simple task in her condition. Then after a bit of blabbing from the marksman, a loud cry came from the BLU intelligence room... "HELP!!!" a french accent flew through the halls, and into F-Scout's ears. "BACKSTABBER!" F-Scout shouted as she ran away from the Sniper and to Spy's aid as fast as she could. As she ran down the descending halls she felt her bladder shaking up and down a bunch, making the desperate girl's mission not any easier. After the 3rd ramp down she felt a tiny spurt of warm pee escape from her. She clenched her skirt so hard... but a little stain wasn't gonna stop her from helping her friend, for she was a very strong woman. When she got to the basement she saw BLU Spy getting beaten senseless by another RED spy. BLU Spy was being held up against the wall as a flurry of punches bombarded his stomach, and then was thrown to the floor. RED Spy walked towards the beaten opposite and pulled out an Enforcer and said "I am so sorry my friend... but now you are nothing but a pile of pourriture merde." The RED Spy was just ready to pull the trigger when F-Scout pulled out her "Bad Babysitter" and shot the Spy's hand clean off (the recoil of the gun shook her a bit and another spurt of piss trickled down)! He rolled around in agony, screaming of the pain. ("Don't worry dude, I can feel the pain your going through... just not in the same place," F-Scout thought to herself). Eventually the one-handed Spy bled to death as his screams began to fade. She walked to her fellow teammate (with a bit of slow stepping and twitching as her bladder started to cause more and more discomfort) and reached out her hand to the badly bruised BLU to pull him up. "I thank you for the assistance madam" Spy said as he grabbed his empty Ambassador from the other side of the room that was lost during the fight. The BLU spy then looted his opposite for the well amount of ammo that he carried. As F-Scout began slowly walking away to go find a place to empty herself of the gallons of pee she was dying to get rid of, a horde of booming yells came from the spiral corridor. "Baise!!!" Spy yelled, "more are coming this way!" As soon as he mentioned that, Demoman came from almost nowhere, running with urgency. "OI! Wot's happenin down hear?" Demo asked worried. Spy pushed F-Scout towards Demo (not prepared for the shove, another tiny leak dripped from F-Scout's skirt) and said "Get the girl out of here, I'll take care of them." Demoman, without question, grabbed F-Scout by the hand and ran out through the back stairs. "Wait!" F-Scout shouted, "I still gotta-" ... ... but her voice was drowned out by the variety of gunfire. End of Chapter 2
  19. Just an average day on 2fort... If anyone knows anything about Team Fortress 2, the first thing that will come to mind is slaughter, and shooting, and stabbing, and burning, and decapitating, and exploding... the list goes on forever! But if I had to tell you something the 18 mercs do that you didn't know... it would be their break time. RED was on a winning streak for quite some time, and every break there is there is an awesome butt-kicking strategy to wreck BLU! However on BLU all they ever do on break is goof around and have fun. As RED planned the next assault, BLU was busy playing a little bit of a drinking game (Demoman had just got a brand new batch from his mama and boy was it strong!). It was against Spy and FemScout. The crowd cheered on with "GOGOGO" and "CHUGCHUGCHUG"! Already there were piles and piles of bottles. Spy was looking rather weakened while F-Scout was still chugging unscathed. Eventually Spy said "No more please, I give in!" The crowd cheered and applauded for the buzzed victor. "Pardon me," Spy said as he left the main spawn and headed for the nearest restroom. Several minutes passed and most of BLU were slacking off as usual, playing cards, trading hats, stuff you'd expect. F-Scout was sitting in one of the benches to the side of spawn, cleaning her old Baby face blaster (she named it "Bad Babysitter"), and drinking some water still trying to get the aftertaste out of her mouth. As everything seemed fine, F-Scout looked up at the clock and said "Dammit, 9 o clock!" Not 2 seconds later the announcer called out in an intimidating way "Break time is now over." "Get ready for battle." Every time a game starts she explains the rules to everyone ("Capture the opponent's intelligence 3 times before the other team does the same"). Everyone walked into battle positions. "Time to show these pansies what ass-kick looks like with a human body!" Soldier said with his bursting egotism. F-Scout was just halfway from getting off the bench when a spy had stabbed her in the pelvis... or at least that's what it felt like. "Oh god!" F-Scout yelled as she clenched her pants and trembled for a bit. " Why this gotta happen now?" "C'mon lassie get ovah here," Demoman shouted to her. F-Scout walked towards the group trying to move as naturally as possible (but on the outside it looked pretty obvious). F-Scout made it in formation as the announcer began to count down... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... The front gates open... End of Chapter 1
  20. Since I haven't seen any fortnite fanfics here yet, I decided to write one since I have been playing it non stop. If you guys have any ideas for this story on how to make it better, let me know. I'll add more characters as the story goes on. Tell me who do you guys want to see next. Characters: 1)Zoey (same name) 2)Sparkle Specialist(Sam) 3)Brite Bomber(Bea) 4)Cuddle team Leader(Cath) Introduction Squad games in near the end of the season with the next one around the corner, players are all trying to rack up kills and victory royales before the season closes. With the continuous nerf to shotguns, smgs have become a bit powerful and reliable during matches. There has also been rumors spreading around that something changed with the Shields;small, large, slurp juice and chug jugs, but it is confirmed that they still give the same amount. But it is still a mystery, what is new with the Shields. Scene 1 As the Battle bus prepares to leave spawn island, players are shooting each other, dancing and planning out thier tactics for the first part of the game. Zoey: Victory Royale number 4 here we come. So what's the plan? Bea:The bus is going from risky reels first, then tomato town, over dusty divot, factories 2.0, and finally flush factory. Let's play it safe and go to retail row once the bus is over dusty. Cath: Seriously? Retail Row? C'mon, lets go to tilted towers. Lots of noobs to send back to the lobby and a ton of loot to grab. Sam:I disagree. Remember the second game when we went tilted? You got knocked by a noob with a grey silenced smg. Your lucky Zoey was there with a SCAR. Cath:My pump was dealing only 9 damage it wasn't my fault. Plus he had full Shields. Bea:Enough! Cath it's to dangerous to go to tilted in this game. Since there is a challenge to eliminate 10 players there, I feel half the people in the game are going there, considering the fact that there are a lot of Battle pass owners here. It's decided, retail row it is. Cath:Fine. But if any of you see a SCAR it's mine. Zoey:Fine by me. I've been doing great with the FAMAS recently. Scene 2 The squad jumps out the bus once over the divot, as predicted by Bea,nearly half the players are at tilted towers right now. As the squad heads to retail, they spot another team of default skins landing with them. But being the skilled players they are, they eliminated them easily. Cath:What a bunch of noobs. They got killed by my SCAR easily. Sam:Yeah, that's because you killed them after we took most of their Shields and health away. Plus you stole that scare while I was looting. Bea:Would the both of you stop bickering. Please. Grab the weapons you need, the meds you can take and drink all the Shields you have. The next circle is near salty springs. I expect another team to come out of the divot before we get there so be ready. They all drank their small and large Shields, nothing out of the ordinary. But Zoey's shield potion looks different. It has some yellowish color mixed with blue. Zoey:Guys, does this shield look odd to you guys? Cath:Looks the same to me. Stop whining and drink up already. The storm is already on it's way. Zoey listening to what Cath said and ignoring the yellowish color, she drank her Shields as quickly as she can and followed the rest of her team. But at the bottom of the empty shield container says heavy Shields, offers more protection with side effects. As expected, two teams were fighting outside of the divot. And they took advantage and eliminated them and got their loot. Bea:Grab what you can carry, the storm is coming. Scene 3 After narrowly escaping the storm and the enemy teams, they managed to arrive at salty springs where they managed to eliminate all the players there who are weak from previous fights and those who escaped the storm. Bea: We can heal up for now. The next zone isn't that far, just south from here near fatal fields. Sam:Nice job Zoey. 6 kills already. You're getting better and better. Zoey:Thanks. I've been working on my aim for a while now all the hard work has payed off. They headed to fatal fields as the last few seconds ticked before the storm moves again. While farming for materials, Zoey started to feel something weird happening to her. Her body is telling her something is wrong but she doesn't know what. Bea:Zoey, are you good? Do you need any help or something? Zoey:No I'm fine. Just need to catch my breath. That other team got me working out. I used half of my materials in that build fight. Sam:Just be careful ok. I got a medkot and some mini Shields of you get shot or something. Cath:Heads up! Squad of 3 coming from the south. Get ready, the're a group of black knights. Be careful, these guys are good. Nearly suriving the Battle, the squad quickly heals up before the storm come near them. The final circle is located my moisty mire. Sam:2 teams left. Let's head to the zone and build a fort there. We can take them on if we got the high ground on them. Bea: then we have to move now. We can launch pad to moisty. It'll save us half the time. Plus we can see if there is another team there already. Scene 4 With being the first team to reach moisty mire, they made a fort in order to get the high ground on the opposing teams. While the squad is preparing for the remaining teams,Zoey on the other hand is distracted by the flowing water in moisty. She starts fidgeting and feeling uncomfortable in her situation. Sam:You need any help? Zoey:No I'm fine Sam. I just haven't got a kill since we left fatal fields. I almost got knocked when I charged that one knight with the shotgun. Sam:It's not your fault. You know they have been nerfing shotguns for the last couple of weeks. Just be careful okay. Bea:Here they come. A full team coming from North, a team of 3 coming from fatal fields. The team coming from fatal we're easily taken care of since most of them are noobs. The team from the north ate challenging though. A massive build fight occurred before the final circle closes. The rest of the enemy team were eliminated. It was Zoey vs a Havoc at the top of the structure. Just as she was about to finish Havoc off, she felt something in her abdomen, specifically her bladder. At that moment she froze and got knocked by havoc with a shotgun. At that moment, Zoey felt something come out if her. It was wet, and hot. More and more started to come out when havoc was hitting her with the harvesting tool. Zoey then realized that she needed to pee, and she was frozen in fear with little health remaining. Luckily Sam was able to finish Havoc of with her Heavy Shotgun. Sam:Zoey, you alright? What happened? Cath:She choked. That's what happened. Zoey:No. I felt something. Something is odd. This has never happened to me before. Cath:Admit it. You just can't handle high pressure build fights. Bea:That's enough. We can talk about this in the lobby. Zoey was trying to hide the fact the real reason she choked was because she was desperate to pee. But she was too embarrassed to talk about it, even with Sam since they were like Sisters. She then tried to think what made her feel that since it had never happened before. She the. Remembers the shield potion with the yellowish color. She realized that the shield potions can make one's bladder full. To be continued.... New chapter coming soon.
  21. 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
  22. I've never posted in this forum before so idk if it's okay for me to make this post here or if it would work better as a status update but I don't have anywhere else really to talk about this so okay here we go. I write fanfiction. I've been a writer my whole life, literally since before I could hold a pen, and I've been writing specifically fanfiction since I was eleven, way back in 2004/05. I made my first online account for fic when I was fourteen, summer of 2008, and I never looked back. My ex and I used to write a lot of original works together and we had a bunch of OCs (original characters) that we'd created together over the years but as it's doubtful I'll ever speak to her again the likelihood of me ever writing something that's not purely fanfiction is pretty slim now. Not that it matters, because fanfic is my life blood and the one thing I've always consistently enjoyed doing, and known I was good at. People tend to look down on it as a lesser art because I guess it's stereotypically full of preteen girls who write about their fav male characters or celebrities hooking up with them in random, unrealistic scenarios, and the writing is usually really cringeworthy. Not that there's anything wrong with that particular type of writing as we all start somewhere and I know I wrote a fair amount of it back in the day. But the fic I read and write nowadays is often better than most traditionally published novels. Anyway, onto the point: after my ex left me the fifth time, back in February, I spiraled just as hard as I did the first four times. You'd think I'd have learned by now, but I'm a slow learner. The first two times she left me we went low contact so she wasn't totally out of my life and I was like, okay, I'll just write my way out of these feelings. It was really easy, especially the second time. I always turn to writing first when I need something. The third time she left we went no contact for six months and this was in 2020 so you can imagine on top of every other fucking fuck-awful thing going on in the world, dealing with my depression over not having her in my life at all for the first time in seven years was... impossible to deal with. I spiraled so bad I had a mental breakdown. My OCD and anxiety both got well out of my control and I ended up damaging my relationship with my parents, brother, and sister-in-law pretty badly before I finally caved and got a therapist, and then a psychiatrist. During that time my ex came back unexpectedly and I was beyond thrilled, but while she was gone and my OCD was overtaking my life I lost the ability to write. I became scrupulous with religion and I thought if I wrote God would punish me, my family, and the whole world. I had heavy serious debates with myself about whether I should just delete all my accounts, as well as all the files on my computer. Maybe even get rid of the computer entirely. I was looking into becoming a nun. I was so miserable. It was a shitty, lonely time. So when my ex returned I was happy to have her but I still couldn't write. It took almost two months to work my way back into being able to write again, and I had to do it in stages: I remember reading all my old works, essentially in chronological order, and when nothing happened I'd move on to the next "era" of my writing career. Eventually I got over not cursing (I had to write curse words in code, like first I said 'f off' and then 'fk off' and so on) and once I was there I figured I could write like before. And I did. And it was spectacular. From very late August 2020 to Feb. 2021, things were back to normal, plus I was mentally better off, my ex and I were communicating more clearly, etc. Then like I said she left again, second time going no contact, and I spiraled. But I hit the brakes this time. I didn't want to go back into that sheltered, scrupulous, pious, terrified life. I physically and mentally didn't think I'd be able to handle it a second time. And with my medication and my therapy I was able to rationalize to myself that I didn't have to, and now I'm here almost five months later, still mostly functioning, listening to the music I want, reading the fics I want, writing, etc. Things are fine except that my ex isn't here, but things are fine other than that. Certainly better than last year at this same time. What an utter fucking disaster. But without my ex I have very little confidence in my writing. This year was our eighth year of knowing each other, and essentially since we met everything I wrote went to her first. We met because of writing, and more specifically because of my writing, so it was a major topic of conversation between us, even when things were falling apart and at their worst we always had writing to fall back on. A few weeks ago I did try to tell myself that I wrote without her for the first twenty years of my life, and the only reason her presence gave me confidence was because I'd write something, hate it, send it to her, get her feedback that she loved it, and then decide it was fine. So really my writing has always been fine, I just liked having the confidence boost. Once I figured that out, I wrote a little more. I've published two things to AO3 since she left (well, really I've published three things since she left, but I wrote one at the very beginning of the year before she was gone, so that's two things I've written and published since she left). I like both, one more than the other, but I do like both, I know they're both good, not to sound pretentious or cocky but I am a good writer and I know I'm a good writer. I always have been. I don't bang out as many little private short fics as I did before because I have no one to share them with but aside from the two longfics I published to AO3 I've also written multiple angry freeverse poems (about her, obviously) which I've posted on Reddit, as well as a few short fics for Tumblr. The poems don't get much interaction but I didn't expect them to, so it's fine. The short fics don't either and that's also fine, they're for a small fandom. The longfics on AO3, though? They should've gotten more interaction. One is in the Batman fandom, and the other is in the Captain America fandom. And they're both kind of niche, and one is for a rarepair, but I've posted about them on other forums before and people acted interested, especially wrt the Capt. America one. Like, I've made I think four posts on Reddit asking for advice on that fic and people have responded big time and acted interested in the topic. And because I'm moving this week and also am very impatient, I decided to start posting said fic before I was done writing it, just to get it out there. Nothing. I posted it yesterday, over 24 hours ago at this point. Literally nothing. It's gotten five kudos, which is a shitty turnout for this amount of time, at least in my experience. It has well over a hundred hits, though, which means it's been looked at and ignored by fifty times the amount of people who have interacted with it. No bookmarks. No comments. None. Not even one of those pathetic comments people leave sometimes where they're like "good so far!" Just... zilch. And it's the same with the Batman fic. That one's about a really niche kink (not omo) but the pairing is popular, and people tend to like BDSM type stuff so I thought it would get traction, but I posted it about two weeks ago and it has 17 kudos. For comparison, the best reaction on AO3 I've ever gotten was when I posted Kylux, both times I got over 100 kudos in under 24 hours, and the number climbed steadily over the next few days until it hit about 400 on both. My other Batman fics have 222 kudos over the course of four months, and 81 kudos in three months (that's the omo one). And the last time I wrote anything Marvel-related was almost ten years ago, but back then I got a good turnout, and my writing was fucking shitty! I was writing for a more popular pairing but it wasn't even the most popular, and you can definitely tell I was eighteen/nineteen when I wrote it. But it still got a good-ass viewing. Idk my feelings are just really hurt. I tried to push past that uncertainty I felt about my ex not being here to support me and reassure me and just post stuff and get attention anyway, because on Reddit I've gotten a relative amount of attention on most of my posts (I've been much more active on there since she left), so I thought maybe people were paying attention to me. And like I said people expressed interest even in my niche Capt. America fic, but as soon as it went up they all vanished. I just... never know what to do when this stuff happens, especially because it doesn't happen to me very often. I'm going to be 28 in less than three months so you'd think I'd have my shit together by now and wouldn't get so hung up on whether people are paying attention to my writing or not, but I'm an unemployed fuck-up still living in her parents' home and they're literally forcing me to move out because they can't get rid of me otherwise, so I guess I shouldn't be surprised.
  23. | This is an old story I did a looong time ago that I wanted to post here to tide people over until I release my much longer personal piece of omorashi fiction! It isn't omo, and more feederism content, but if you're curious about what that is, it's chubbing someone up on purpose through overfeeding, this story has two female feeders and one male feeder. This story isn't sexual and rather short, but I think it's cute, enjoy! ❤️ | “Awe come on now...Someone as cute as you not eating yet? It’s already six o’ clock Chase...” Her voice was incredibly silky smooth, like I had always enjoyed, my eyes flicking down to the tank top she was wearing. It was tight, showing all of the rolls she had. Her stomach was hanging out over her sweatpants, the purple spider web of stretch marks that were over her pale skin brought a warm tinge to my cheeks as I glanced away, needing an extra second to process what she said, a smirk covering my lips as I met her eyes, hoping I played it off well. “I...haha...Well you know me, I’ll be eating soon...You know that Natasha...” My smirk faltered as her friend came in, her curves were more in the hips and chest. My eyes refused to listen to me as they lingered, my hands moving away from my laptop, pushing it to the side, the pink tinge on my cheeks growing more intense as she chuckled...she had noticed my wandering gaze. “Did I hear that right Natty? Don’t tell me that Chase hasn’t eaten anything yet...That would be such a crime...if only someone had thought to get him something to eat, something greasy...filling...” The two women looked like they were planning something for sure, their eyes locking on each other before looking at me again, sending a shiver of anticipation up my spine for whatever reason. Alana, she was dark skinned, thick, and was a little younger than Natasha though both women were a handful of years older than me. The two had been here for days now, making sure I ate on time...Why they were so interested I had no idea. “Pfft guys...what’s gotten into the two of you? Is there something you’re not telling me?” I could already tell there was, their soft giggles making me smile in a way I couldn’t wipe off my face, the two women were leaning on each other, my eyes wanting to wander again...Glancing over the silky soft dark thighs of Alana, those shorts of hers clinging to those curves of hers… “We would tell you if you can stay focused, too much skin for you Chase?” Natty giggled, her red hair being brushed back over her shoulder as she stepped forward, one hand behind her back as she sauntered forward, her hips looked oh so good in those shorts. Natty came closer to the bed, even the frame creaking underneath her as she slid to sit in front of me, her chubby thighs seeming even bigger as she put between us a large bag of food. “I-I uhm, Natty, Alana?” My eyes were on the bag of food as I sat up, next to Natasha I was a stick, her hand moving to touch my arm, her eyes were very soft as they looked me up and down...That sent a shiver up my spine, keeping me from getting up fully as my eyes met hers. “There’s no need to get up hun, We just want to eat with you that’s all...” Alana came closer, moving to slide into the bed behind me, I was surrounded and the door was closed. “This seems...way too planned to be just eating with me...wh-what’s going on?” The blush on my cheeks had turned into a blazing fire, no doubt my cheeks and the bridge of my nose was a blaze of heat. Alana was also holding a bag, from another fast food place near here, making me gently sit back fully on the bed, the two women surrounded me, their legs forming a soft prison across my lap and against my back. “Nothing silly...You wouldn’t wanna send us away though, a sweet guy like you?” The bag crinkled as Alana leaned forward, her voice more than gentle, her soft chest pressing into my arm, the softness of it making my brain go blank blinking a bit, I couldn’t remember what I was going to say with the softness against me. Not to have all the attention on just one woman, Natty leaned forward, her fingers trailing across my jaw, making me turn my head to her she purred, the smirk on her face making whatever loose thoughts I had in my head run screaming for cover, the only thing that came out of my mouth was a breathy noise, as the two women shared a triumphant look, they knew they had me wrapped around their cute chubby fingers. Natasha slid her other hand into the brown paper bag that sat between those thighs of hers, bringing it back out a shiny wrapped package was between her chubby fingers, my eyes couldn’t be ripped away from her hands as she peeled back the foil. The sudden smell of food, greasy and fattening hit my nose and before I could even make a thought my stomach reacted, a loud ‘bbbbggrgrgrgg’ sounding as my stomach rumbled, jiggling just a bit. “There’s a good boy now, hungry aren’t you?” Despite myself, I nodded, eyes on the food, flicking up to meet her soft green ones, before she offered it to me. “Go ahead Chase, no need to be so shy...you can make a mess if you want~” Alana’s voice was in my ear, sending a soft push of her breath against my neck when she spoke, another shiver traveling down my spine. Their soft bodies pressing against me, I shifted my hips trying to stop myself from getting excited as I leaned forward. As I took a bite, I couldn’t help but take another, and another, filling up my mouth with the amazing taste of fast food and grease, a sound came from me, and I could tell they liked that. Alana’s hand was lingering on my ribs before it moved down to lift my shirt, exposing my stomach to the air, as I came up to breathe. “A-Alana...My stomach...I...” She gently shushed me, those soft lips pressing into the back of my neck she purred, her voice like silk as Natasha undid more of the burrito’s wrapper for me. “Shh baby, we’re just taking care of you, after all, we can’t let someone so cute go without eating now can we Natty?” The other woman nodded, as she pressed the steaming food closer to my face. It was more than halfway gone, I realized, my face flushing even more if that was possible my face already felt like it was burning from the touches of the women. “No we can’t~ What kind of feeders would we be?” I made a soft noise as Alana’s and gently squeezed my pudge, the feeling of her warm soft hand on my belly making it impossible to hide the boner I was trying to keep under wraps. I couldn’t keep the hunger down though, the minute the food was offered my face was buried in it, getting a little on my cheeks as the rest of the burrito was demolished, both women purring at how good I was being, their praise making me eager to earn more. “What a good boy~! So well behaved for us, Let’s get you some more shouldn’t we?” My belly already felt so much bigger then just one burrito should have made it, but it felt so good I didn’t care. Natasha’s hand replaced Alana’s, her hand just as soft, if not more so, I could feel her hand under my chin bringing my face to hers, she pressed a soft kiss to my cheekbone, a noise drawing itself from my chest. Then I felt the soft paper of a napkin pressed to my lips, taking away the mess I had made of myself before a burger was unwrapped in the palm of Alana’s hands...They were...sharing me? Taking turns with me? The burger smelled amazing, the spiced meat, pickles, ketchup...My stomach made a whale call, begging to have the food put into his mouth. Alana moved the unwrapped burger up to my lips, and I could feel myself drooling, my stomach nowhere near satisfied. I leaned forward eagerly, Alana chuckling as she gently pressed the food to my lips. “Barely even any bites and your tummy is already getting bigger...How big can you get Chase~?” Natty chuckled, her fingertips gently pressing into my pudge, the warmth of it made my stomach growl, a small whine coming from the bottom of my throat as I smelled the fries that were in the bag. Alana chuckled, pressing the food closer as Natty squeezed my ever-growing pudge. Before I even knew what was happening the burger wrapper in Alana’s hand was empty, dropped to the ground as she pulled out a carton of fries. Natty’s other hand that wasn’t caressing every single curve and stretch marks of my stomach, moved to pick up from inside the brown paper bag a thick milkshake with a covered lid though my stomach felt like it could hardly take anymore. The milkshake smelled just like a meal replacement shake, chock full of calories it would have been heavy to drink just on it’s own but with all this food? My stomach gurgled, protesting or begging for more. I wasn’t even sure anymore what it wanted more, the overhang of my gut, over my sweatpants, was sticking out so much farther than it had before as Natty put the straw past my lips. “Awe look at that~! Only halfway through and your stomach already is hanging down, how hungry were you baby?” Alana’s voice whispered in my ear, and I swear I almost died at the feeling of the two women pressing close. Sucking down the milkshake I could almost feel the way it pressed against my stomach, expanding in the hand of the woman. Her hand gently rubbed around my skin again as the milkshake disappeared, before I finally had to come up for air, panting softly, I groaned, my stomach felt so heavy...so full I seriously doubted I could eat anymore. Natasha wrapped her arms around me, her soft rolls pressing into me as my stomach sat on my thighs. I swear I could hear the praise dripping off of every word she spoke. “Chase you’re doing amazing, how does it feel being so full for me and Alana...I bet you love it don’t you? Feeling all chubby and cute, with a cute lil’ messy face~” After Natty spoke, she gave me a gentle squeeze, my stomach gurgling from the sheer volume of food being shifted in my stomach as a sound of pleasure escaped my lips. “Awe do you hear that Natasha~? He loves the way it feels in his belly, what a good little eater, I love a boy that can pack it away~” Alana chuckled, her fingers wanting a turn, she pressed them under my shirt, squeezing my belly and making it gurgle with the pressure. I felt the pressure rise up in my belly, before a belch left my lips both women giggling softly as they pressed closer, the smile on their faces making the blush come back from where it had previously been forgotten. “Oooh we should do this for you more often, what a cute lil piggy~” Natashsa moved her hand up, brushing it through my loosely curled dark hair, making me melt back into her hand as the warm feeling of overeating washed over me in waves, covering me in comfort. My pants were barely managing to stay together at the seams, my stomach was muffin topping over the waistband, it didn’t help that my boner wouldn’t be calmed these two women hanging off of me, as Alana moved to unwrap another burger, the smell of it making my stomach rumble. I didn’t think I could take eating a single other bite, but I opened my mouth taking the burger and swallowing the bites, my stomach gurgling in pleasure at the filling taste of it.
  24. 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]
  25. 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
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