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    PATREON: https://www.patreon.com/CallumMakesLeiaQuest DISCORD: https://discord.gg/9YfCvGTq Since I'm moving this to a regular folder, you will need RPGMaker RTP: https://www.rpgmakerweb.com/run-time-package (Make sure to select VXAce) Official Thread: Leia's Quest! Enter the world of Mithras, a world where Man and Gods once lived side-by-side. Leia's Quest follows Leia, an aspiring Adventurer from the town of Lumbra who desires one thing and one thing only - To be the best Sentinel in all the land. Girls have gone missing, creatures of the Deepwood are harassing the roads, and a Sentinel is inbound to Lumbra. But for what reason? Leia's Quest is an Omorpg with a whole world to explore and secrets to find. Ranging from small mundane features to full secret scenes that may only trigger under a certain condition. Only one way to find them and that's to look around, click on everything! _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ *Disclaimer* Most of the game has been polished up, but I still expect issues. So if you encounter anything, once again, do not hesitate to tell me and I'll get right on it. A big thank you to @apples43, @DerivativeWings and @NaquanH for playtesting this game and an especially big thank you to NomakoDev, without whom this RPG would not exist. Oh, and @Ashi too. She didn't play through much of it, but she found an issue, so credit where it's due.
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  2. My first try at a story. I tend to be a bit long winded so I thought I’d post in a couple installments. The story was inspired by a combination of the Paul Tester stories called “The All Day Girls” and the movie Groundhog day. Any kind comments appreciated. Loops Lacey had some social problems growing up since she simply couldn’t hold her pee as long as most kids her age and was thus prone to pee accidents. When she was very little, it wasn’t much of an issue but it became more so when she started school. Her control had gotten somewhat better by then but it was still not up to her peers. It became a serious issue as she approached middle school age and the embarrassment and teasing grew to the point that she didn’t even want to go to school. Her parents had her examined by a doctor and he did a complete set of rather uncomfortable tests. The doctor told her that she had an unusually sensitive bladder that sent signals about fill earlier and more intensely than usual but that it was normal in capacity. That meant that with training she could wait as long as the other kids but the need to go would be more intense than they felt for the same fill level. She would just have to overcome it. The doctor gave her a bunch of Kegel exercises and holding practice routines such as interrupting her flow and just plain waiting as long as possible several times a week. She even suggested fantasies, some sexual, as distractions to help her control her bladder. The latter weren’t all that much use until she matured a bit more but all the other exercises and routines she practiced diligently with the result that by now, at 21, she had very strong bladder control and could force herself to wait quite a long time despite feeling the need to pee extremely badly. When she had matured to the point that the sexual fantasy technique became useful, that to helped, not with the physical need so much but it did provide some distraction with the added bonus that she found that she very much enjoyed it. While trying to get control of her pee accident problem as a teen, she searched the web for pee holding techniques. She discovered some advice and also some things she hadn’t imagined such as Omarashi web sites and the entire pee desperation and wetting fetish scene. While actual wetting intentionally, by force or by accident and any S&M was of no interest what so ever to her since she her experience with wetting was it resulted far to many times in humiliation and embarrassment. She discovered that some people, mostly guys, were very much aroused by seeing someone, usually a girl, desperate to pee and that really intrigued her. It explained some of the reactions of others, especially guys, that had happened to her when they realized that she was desperate. She sometimes returned to surf the sites she had discovered even as she got older. In fact, that was what she was doing this evening and she had found some old stories called “The All Day Girls” by someone named Tester. It was apparently set in England at a boarding school and was about a group of girls in the school that had an initiation rite for their club of being able to hold their pee for a full 24 hours while eating and drinking normally. The idea kind of tickled her imagination, especially since she really couldn’t conceive of being able to go through a normal day without peeing, let alone a day and a night even with practice and working up to it. Her previous problems with incontinence made her voice a quiet wish, “I really wish I could work up to or find a way to make myself hold my pee like that, for a full 24 hours, and stay completely dry even while eating and drinking normally.” With that she signed off since it was nearing 11 at night and she was ready for sleep. A quick shower, brush and pee put her in bed. As she started to doze off, she glanced at the alarm clock and saw it was exactly 11. She woke up when the sun began shining through the window and hitting her eyes. As she lay there waking and stretching, she thought that she was very glad it was a Saturday so she could lie in for a bit, relaxed, warm and very comfortable. She had absolutely nothing planned for the entire day and evening except a few chores like hitting the laundromat, hitting the grocery, having a run and doing a bit of cleaning. Glancing at her clock she saw it was exactly 7. She gave a big stretch, feeling a signal from her bladder that it wasn’t empty but certainly not in acute need of emptying which was about the way she usually felt when waking after a solid 8 hours of sleep. After a bit more stretching and waking, she rolled out of bed, nude which was the way she always slept and her preferred mode of dress around the apartment. She started her usual morning routine of a stroll into the bathroom to brush her teeth, splash some water in her face and back out to turn on her radio to hear the news, weather and a bit of music while she did 20 minutes or so of various yoga poses and stretches. She hardly ever peed first thing, preferring to wait until after her exercises and after she’d consumed a mug of tea, a glass of juice and some cereal or an English muffin and was ready to dress for the day. Holding her pee when it was convenient and the need wasn’t critical was a routine she had started as control practice when she was much younger and had her bladder control issues. She wanted to hit the laundry first thing right at 8 when it opened since later it filled up and the wait for machines could be long. She finished her breakfast and quickly gathered her laundry, soap and bag of change. Then she headed into the john for a pee and a bit of makeup before dressing and leaving. She sat on the toilet and then, as she felt the first drops of pee leave her…. She woke up when the sun began shining through the window and hitting her eyes. As she lay there waking and stretching, she thought that she was very glad it was a Saturday so she could lie in for a bit, relaxed, warm and very comfortable. She had absolutely nothing planned for the entire day and evening except a few chores like hitting the laundromat, hitting the grocery and doing a bit of cleaning. Glancing at her clock she saw it was exactly 7. She started a big stretch then paused, odd, somehow it felt the start of her day was repeating itself. “No, that couldn’t be, of course, must have been a dream”, she thought. If it was, then it was a very vivid and lifelike dream. She shrugged it off and started her usual morning routine. When she turned on her radio, she was startled by the news and weather report since it was exactly what she remembered from her “dream”. She found herself anticipating the words and then having them follow exactly. Her consternation increased when the first song played after the reports and it was exactly the same as the one in her “dream”. She finished her exercises and got her mug of tea, her juice and a muffin, the same meal she had had in her dream. She paused while reaching for the strawberry jelly. In her dream, it had been strawberry but she decided to break with the dream and grabbed grape. Nothing happened and she began to relax a bit although she really couldn’t remember such a vivid dream that played out the next day like a repeat. Still wondering, she gathered her things and then headed into the john for a pee and makeup. She sat on the toilet and then, as she felt the first drops of pee leave her…. She woke up when the sun began shining through the window and hitting her eyes. This time she came awake almost immediately, glanced at the clock, saw it was just 7 and sat up nearing panic. “What is going on? This can’t be happening. I’m either stuck in some time loop straight out of science fiction or this is the craziest dream I’ve ever had and I’m still in it.” She mulled it over for several minutes then decided that a test to see if peeing was really the trigger for all this weirdness. She got up, went into the john, brushed her teeth and then with some trepidation sat on the toilet. It took her a moment to work up the courage to let go but she finally did and as she felt the first drops of pee leave her…. She woke up when the sun began shining through the window and hitting her eyes. Once again she came awake almost immediately and when she glanced over at the clock, sure enough, it said 7. She moved to the sit on the side of the bed trying very hard not to totally panic. She couldn’t imagine what this was or how it was happening but it appeared that as soon as she peed it somehow caused her entire day to reset. It simply wasn’t possible but there was no denying it was. She nearly lost it again thinking that there was no way out of the loop since she couldn’t not pee forever. She forced herself to calm and decided that either she had died and was stuck in some sort of hell forever or something later in the day would trigger an exit from this nightmare. Finally she decided that the only thing she could do was start her day, hold her pee and hope she’d recognize whatever was the exit when it happened. She did her usual routine right up until she was at breakfast. As she took her first sip of tea, she realized that if she had to hold her pee for however long it took to break this cycle, then adding liquid was a mistake. She got up, took her cup of tea and then dumped it into the sink…. She woke up when the sun began shining through the window and hitting her eyes. A quick glance at the clock confirmed her worst fears. Trying not to panic again, she lay in bed and assessed what she knew. It seemed that peeing caused the day to reset, not drinking when and what she normally did caused the day to reset and eating didn’t seem to be involved. Minor changes in timing of events she wasn’t sure about but suspected that they would need to be quite minor if they involved liquids. She wondered if adding extra liquid would cause a reset but decided that minimum intake was the way to go. Nothing else seemed to be involved. It made no sense and she really could see nothing she could do about it except proceed with her day and hope she either stumbled on a way to get out of this loop or whatever was doing this to her let her out. It didn’t seem possible but all the evidence said it was really happening and all she could do was proceed, not pee, drink normally and hope. With that she got up, brushed, exercised, ate, gathered her laundry stuff, put on make up, and dressed in a sort of romper. It was short sleeved and instead of having shorts on the bottom, had a short skirt. She figured that it was comfortable, washable and if she lost control, the skirt would allow for minimum mess, especially since she went commando. She skipped her morning pee knowing that appeared to be the new rule. She needed to go, of course, but it was manageable. In her web surfing she’d come across a 12 point scale of needing to pee and she estimated it was between 3 and 4, somewhere between definite and very definite need to go. She just hoped whatever was doing this let her go before she got to terribly desperate. She refused to even think about the possibility that whatever was holding her would make her wait until she lost control and then punish her by forcing a reset and doing it all over again and again. That had to be somewhere in the lower levels of Dante’s Inferno. So far not peeing and drinking normally seemed to be working as she headed out to the laundromat. She got there just as it opened and grabbed a couple machines. Living alone meant she didn’t have that much but she did have stuff needing separate cycles. After she got them going, she sat down to wait. It always was quite warm in the laundromat so she usually brought a bottle of water. She was very much afraid that if she hadn’t she’d have had another reset so she was careful to sip occasionally on it just as she would normally do. Waiting on the machines left her time to think about what was happening to her. It wasn’t possible, couldn’t be happening and she had no idea why it was happening, what triggered it or what she could do if anything to get out of it. She sat there stewing about it until the machines finished and then got her stuff into the dryer that needed it. Meanwhile the sips of water, the mug of tea and the juice were all making their way through her and into her bladder. By the time the dryer finished and she was on the way back to her apartment, it was just about 10 and her need to pee had grown to a strong 4 and working toward a 5. She really wondered how much longer she could hang on but she decided that for now she was still well in control. Back at the apartment, she put away the clean clothes and gathered her marketing list and bags. Then she headed for the market noting that it was just 10:30. Her normal routine at the market was to get a grande latte as soon as she arrived and sip it as she shopped which she figured she had better do today since it was the normal thing. She didn’t buy lattes except on market day as she felt they were overpriced but she had gotten in the habit as a sort of end of week treat. Most Saturdays after the market and things were put away it was approaching noon and she took a break from her chores and went for a long jog. The latte served as a sort of early light lunch for her that didn’t interfere with the run. By the time she was back from marketing and had put away the groceries, it was approaching 12 and all those drinks were still landing in her bladder. She felt she was now at about a definite 5, edging toward 6. She had to go badly but not so bad as to be seriously desperate. Still, it had been about 13 hours without a pee and the idea of a long run with so full a bladder wasn’t all that appealing. True, in high school she had been on the track team and had run races with a bladder about as full as hers was now but they were shorter runs. Yes, she could handle it but she wondered if maybe the spell or whatever it was had somehow lapsed. She had no way of knowing and if she was wrong then she’d no doubt have to start all over again. The anxiety and dread of still being stuck in this bizarre madness or maybe not stuck and believing she was made her head spin. She decided that she just had risk a pee and know. She stripped off her romper, headed into the john and sat down on the toilet. Her fear was so great that she had to sit there for several minutes before she relaxed enough to feel the first drops of pee leave her…. She woke up when the sun began shining through the window and hitting her eyes. She sat bolt upright and nearly screamed a “NO, NO, NO. Not again. I can’t do it. Why is this happening, why, why.” Then she dissolved into tears for several minutes. When she got herself under control, she simply went on auto pilot. She brushed, exercised, ate, drank, did her laundry, did her marketing, had her latte and did not pee. This time when she had finished putting away her marketing, she stripped off her romper and then just sat for a number of minutes at her kitchen table totally confounded, distressed, numb with shock and confused. She could see no way out. She had to pee badly but didn’t dare let herself go and had no idea what to do. Finally she sighed and decided that the only thing she could do was to avoid the things that triggered a reset as much as she could and proceed with her day, hoping that somehow this spell or curse or whatever would lift if she did. She got on her sports bra, a pair of loose gym shorts, her socks and shoes and started to the door. Then she thought, it was a cool day and she often wore a sweatshirt when it was like this. Surely it was normal and wouldn’t trigger a reset, plus, she would be able to work up a serious sweat with a long hard run in it. That was liquid that wouldn’t be going into her bladder. Yes, she decided, I’ll risk it. She put on the sweatshirt, got her key and Id on her lanyard and headed out. She made the first couple blocks before she was able to relax and just run, apparently the sweatshirt didn’t violate whatever the rules were. A couple blocks from her apartment there was a ravine park that had trails that ran on both sides of a creek at the bottom. She would run up one side and down the other on return. Since it was fairly steep sided, so the roads that crossed it were on bridges which meant she could run without having to stop for traffic. It ran for about 2 miles and then exited into a large park that had a running path around the perimeter and a couple of trails up a hill in the middle. That was about another mile if she went all the way around plus doing the hill. All together it made for a good 5 mile run and she was able to do it, hills and all in well under an hour. If she was feeling really really like running, she could repeat part of the ravine run up to the mid-point where a bridge crossed the creek or do the park twice. That could add up to 6 to 10 miles but her usual Saturday run was about 7. That took about an hour and a quarter with a cool down and that was what she set out to do today. To be continued.
  3. Version 0.3

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    A quasi-machine translated version of Eternal World. "Quasi" as in I ran the text through three separate translation sites and tried my best to make the translations coherent. If you catch any errors or stuff I missed, do let me know and I'll try to fix it as soon as I can. Sadly, the developer stopped working on this game a while back, so this demo is the most we're going to see. That said, there is a surprising amount of content in it. Some features of the game include: Party members' sprites change as their need to pee grows. These changes are visible both in battle and in the overworld. Walking speed is affected by this as well. Party members become less effective in combat as their need to pee grows, but they gain immunity to status effects. Unlike some other omo RPGs I've seen, having an accident doesn't hinder them, but prevents them from gaining experience. Bathrooms are usable, but there's a chance they may be occupied or otherwise out-of-order when you try to use them with a cute event scene. Underwear give bonuses when worn, but these bonuses become penalties when they're wet. Every time you gain a new party member, you're given two extra pairs of panties: The pair the party member comes equipped with, and an extra pair that is silently added to the inventory. Original file here:
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  4. CHAPTER 1 The stranger happens upon the cabin by chance - the sky is dark with night and rain while cold pearls of water fall from the leafy canopy above, soaking into the thirsty ground to make the soil muddy. It clings to his boots as he stumbles through the forest without direction. He feels the wound in his side sting, so sharp that it aches all the way to his shoulder and knee on the right side of his body. Just as the stranger thinks he might sit against a tree and wait out the inevitable end, he catches a strange light in the distance. His heart catches in his throat in a wild spur of hope that leads him trudging towards it. If he’d listened more to his mother when he was younger, perhaps he’d be more suspicious of lights in dark forests so near to the witching hour. As it is, the stranger’s head is foggy and his body is sore all over and he is so tired… Every step towards what gradually shifts from a simple light to a charming little cottage only compounds that rest is near. The pouring rain slides off its sturdy roof and through the water-obscured glass the interior looks to glow with a cozy yellow light. The entire scene is welcoming. The stranger makes his way from the well-manicured garden out front to the front door. He tries to reach for the door knocker, only to feel the pain in his side worsen as he attempts to stop clutching at it even for a second. With little other options, he throws his weight upon the door with the shoulder of his uninjured side. He can only manage to do so once… he leans against the door, waiting to see if his call for salvation will be heard. It’s maybe a minute before he hears a soft voice on the other side, which seems to be placating. The stranger leans further into the door in hopes of catching more of that soothing, feminine tone before the door is open and is unceremoniously dropped onto the floor. The stranger hisses, curling up on his good side to protect the one injured. A woman gasps before there are hands on him, pulling away his heavy cloak to expose the wound to the light. “Kimon!” She exclaims, “Help me get him to a bed!” The man who must be Kimon pulls the stranger into his arms. The stranger can hardly see much for his vision seems to be blurring… his senses fade to little more than touch and sound as he’s laid on a soft surface. The rough hands leave him at once, just to be replaced with the woman’s once more. She hisses sympathetically as she runs her hands all over his body. “I need to undress him…” the woman explains softly to who the stranger can only assume is Kimon. “Will you grab me some fresh linens?” Kimon rumbles out a gruff noise of acceptance… then, the sound of footsteps that gradually grow softer. The stranger groans while the woman pulls at his rain-soaked clothes. They scrape against his sensitized skin in unpleasant, scratchy ways. His only comfort is the soft words the woman feeds to him in the dark quiet of the room. Her surprisingly deft fingers manage to have him in nothing but his underclothes in a minute flat. She puts them to the side, still running her shockingly warm fingers over the edges of his wound. The pain, which had been excruciating only a minute ago, fades to a dull ache as she works. “I’m sorry I can’t do much more than this,” she tells the stranger, “let me grab some bandages. Kimon will be back soon.” WIth that promise, she leaves the stranger to himself. He can’t believe his luck - while he has no use of his voice, he wants to sing this couple’s praises for their generosity. He has nothing to his name, not anymore, but he hopes that once he’s recovered he will somehow be able to repay them for saving his life. With this thought, the stranger falls into a strange, feverful dream world wherein a beautiful woman washes him in a pleasantly warm lake. —— first abdl fanfic the regression/peeing/diapers won’t happen for a few chapters, as a heads up! these two have to prime their victim first don’t expect a consistent update schedule, it’s just when i get horny lol
  5. Lilith sat on the crest of the hill, stringing her beloved longbow, eyes on the horizon. All around her the hustle and bustle of the King's army raged, even more intense due to the proximity of the coming battle. Around her sat her friends and comrades assembled in their band in preparation for the battle to come. The women around Lilith were ones she respected and looked up to, a difficult feat for her. They had taken her in and helped her when she was just a recruit, and now her heart swelled with pride that she would finally be able to fight alongside them. Even though the women around her were all at least four or five years older than her, her determination and incredible skill with the bow had allowed her to quickly advance in the ranks of archers. She looked around her at the faces of her band. Aliyah's tall frame stood out amongst the others, towering a head over the others at least. Immediately to Lilith's right was one of her closest friends, Robin. The two girls were the closest in age in the band, as Robin was just two classes above Lilith. Robin had been in her first year out of the Academy when she was recruited to the band, just like Lilith. The two shared their dirty blonde locks and fierce willpower as well as skill with the bow. "Ok everyone. Runners just came back. The enemy is about an hour away. Get into your positions and center yourselves.". The booming voice belonged to Katelyn, Lilith's band leader. At her report, the faces of Lilith's band hardened, mouths that had just been smiling hardened into grim lines. They had all seen battle before and knew of the horrors it could bring. Not Lilith though. This was to be her first major battle in the King's employ. She had been on raids and training exercises before of course, but never had she been forced to face the full onslaught of war. She felt a shiver of fear run down her spine as the band moved out, headed for a low bluff on the side of the field that would serve as the main sight of the battle. The hill had been scouted earlier as a good spot to protect the valuable archers, while also allowing them good sight lines onto the battlefield. Lilith's band set up camp on the hill, setting up water jugs, small covers, and a privy tent. Lilith had been told that battles could rage on for hours or even days, and knew that the privy would be necessary in the upcoming fray. Still, it felt a little silly to her to set up a toilet while prepping for battle. After camp had been set up, Katelyn's voice sounded once again. "Line up! The Dark Lord's army will be here momentarily! Take this time to compose yourself, double check equipment, and relieve yourself if necessary! Good luck and may the winds of fortune smile on you!" This last line, a traditional seafarers farewell from the Southern Reaches, Katelyn's homeland, was met with a cheer from the surrounding women. As soon as the cheer ended though, a lou, low war horn bellowed from the other side of the plain. The women quickly scrambled into orderly firing lines, facing the hordes of soldiers in black armor that would soon approach. The bugle sounded again, followed by a muffled roar. The massive, shifting sea of black clad bodies rushed forward led by men on horses. The battle had begun. Robin and Aliyah lined up next to Lilith behind a small stone wall erected for cover. The girls shared encouraging smiles, reassuring themselves before the battle. The archers were in the safest position possible, far removed from the front lines. They would be completely safe. At least that was what Lilith told herself. She crouched on the grass, feeling a few blades poke through her thin silk leggings, worn for flexibility and movement, not protection. She breathed a deep breath, stilling her racing heart. She was calm. She was ready. As ready as Lilith thought she was, nothing could have prepared her for the chaos of battle. As the King's troops roared and answered the armies of the Dark Lord, they advanced at full pace. The ground trembled under the feet of thousands of men and horses. Lilith gulped nervously. She felt a small stream of pee run down the leg of her tan leggings. A blush rose in her face. Robin, noticing this, leaned over to whisper in her ear. "Pee yourself a little?" she said with a smirk. The blush rose farther in Lilith's cheeks. Robin giggled. "Don't worry about it. It happens to everyone the first time. Hell, I heard Aliyah over there completely pissed herself before the armies even crossed swords." Lilith giggled and looked over at Aliyah. The girl was fidgeting nervously, a hand in her crotch. "See?" said Robin. She might even do it again". That forced a laugh out of Lilith. Aliyah looked over in confusion, but after a few seconds and a couple questioning glances she turned away. The lightened mood helped Lilith overcome her jitters and focus on the battle. She concentrated and did what she knew best. Shot some arrows. Hours dragged by. Lilith had emptied and refilled her quiver more times than she could count, and still the battle ravaged on. She could feel sweat dripping from her forehead. She wiped it away. Took aim. Fired. A man in black armor on the fields fell to the ground, a green shafted arrow sticking out of his neck. Lilith was functioning on pure instinct. Notch arrow. Pull back. Aim. Shoot. Do it again. She paid heed to the uncomfortable soreness in her legs, the dryness in her throat, the aching in her muscles. She worked like clockwork, dropping the Dark One's troops with every shot. Slowly, thanks to the prowess of the King's archers, the tide of the battle was turning against the Dark Lord. The King's forces dressed in bright green were swarming around the mass of black armor, flanking from either side. Lilith allowed herself a small moment of rest. She sat back on her haunches, looking with pride at the masses of Dark Minions lying with arrows in their corpses. The rest of the women in her band were doing the same. They were sitting up, examining their work, confident the fight was won and their services were no longer needed. As Lilith arose, she felt a heavy weight in her abdomen. She smiled to herself as she moved to the privy tent, thinking it wasn't so silly after all. That's when it all went wrong. A roar sounded from behind the archers, away from their army, from the forest that ringed the battlefield. The archers turned and stood, puzzled. Lilith stopped in her walk to the privy, knowing this might be much more important than a bathroom break. Suddenly, a wave of black poured from the trees behind the archer's camp. The battle cries of the Dark Minions sounded in Lilith's ears. She stood in shock, confusion and terror running through her. They had been too lenient. They had been clumsy basking in their presumed glory, leaving themselves open for counter attack. These thoughts mixed in Lilith's head as the servants of the Dark Lords came roaring into their camp. Lilith saw from the corner of her eye some of her friends and fellow archers go for bows or knives or anything they could reach to defend themselves. It wouldn't be enough. Not by a long shot. The archers were almost useless in close combat, especially against a large group like the one assailing them now. They never stood a chance. Lilith stood, frozen as the legions of Dark Minions rushed around her. She felt her fear overcoming the hold she had on her bladder. Piss poured from her body and ran down her legs. She did nothing to stop it. She couldn't. Her water soaked her leggings puddling on the grass beneath her. Lilith fell to her knees, feeling the warmth of her own liquid press against her leg. She smelt the acrid stench of anomia in the air, and could hear the hiss of her urine running into her pants. The accident barely registered in Lilith's mind. Why should she care about her loss of bladder control if she could lose her life? A hand encased in black chainmail interrupted Lilith's stupor, crashing into the side of her head, and sending her into darkness. When Lilith awoke she was sitting with her back pressed against har wood. She looked around herself. She was in a wagon, surrounded by the other members of her band. Small, barred windows at the top of the walls emitted a small, ambient light. Groggily returning to her senses, Lilith remembered the events of the battle. Her heart started to beat faster in fear as she realized she had been taken by the Dark Lord's minions. She felt another blush rise in her cheeks as she remembered her shameful accident. And, what's worse, the darkened wood under Lilith's legs told of multiple similar embarrassments while she was unconscious. Looking around at her battered comrades, she realized she wasn't the only one. Most, if not all of the women had visible signs of some accident. Robin was crouched in a corner, head lolling on her shoulders. Dark streaks on her leggings told of her accident. Aliyah, next to Robin, also sat in soaked pants, telling that she too had lost control and wet herself. Lilith sat in silence stunned at the day's events. The King's army may have won today's battle, but they had lost their archers, their greatest asset. The war would never be the same.
  6. Curse of the Crinkle Crate Composed by Horatio Husky Featuring and Commissioned by Kazard the Fox! Chapter 1 The Box I… Want… Couch Time… Now… were the thoughts of a certain blonde-haired fox, as he absentmindedly fumbled with the keys to his small, cozy home. His shoulders were slumped, and his eyelids half open in a vacant stare as he maneuvered his key into the lock of his front door. The day had been absolutely miserable, all of his clients had been in a bad temper when he spoke with them about their problems, and one of them even seemed to believe that the fox didn’t really know what he was doing. Of course, he knew what he was doing! He’d graduated top of his class by no small miracle, the fox was very talented at his work, but the lack of appreciation and frustration that was thrust upon him by his clients was not something studying could have prepared him for. At last, the key turned, and the door swung wide open, shouldering his bag he strode inside and carelessly dropped it in the front hallway, kicking off his shoes and closing the door behind him with a click, locking it once more. Give… Me… That… Couch… thought the fox once more, as he strode into his living room. However, his couch did not seem to be on the agenda just yet, for the fox almost tripped over a wooden box in the center of the room. Kaz was taken aback, how had this gotten in his home? He didn’t remember lugging a rather plain, heavy looking wooden box into his home. Its dimensions were around two feet by two feet, and a foot and a half tall. Kneeling down, his tail now twitching with apparent interest and curiosity he inspected it closer to find that its lid was hinged, with the front opening to the container facing towards him. What on earth… Did somebody break in and leave this here? He thought to himself, as he reached forward with a paw and tentatively opened the strange box. The lid thumped onto his carpet as he gazed into what was held within the strange item, and was even more confused to see that the box only contained two items in it. A thick square of plastic upon closer inspection Kaz found to be a white, adult diaper, and a note next to it, written in fancy cursive. He picked it up, his eyebrows furrowing as he perused through a short poem, a strange feeling of warmth he didn’t recognize bubbling up in his insides as he did so. For a year and a day obedient shall you be, To the rules and whims of the box at your knee, Letters and rules shall be provided from these wooden confines, Giving you instructions, tasks, items, and lines, And lest you not listen to my behest, Shall you not have your day-to-day be the best! For control and independence are no longer yours From now you’ll always be clad in diapers! Diapers? Control? Is this all some sort of prank that got delivered into my house that one of my friends managed to sneak in? He turned the note over and found that more was written on the back of it, this time not in the mysterious cursive font as on the front. The rules are simple, Kazard. For a year and a day you will be completely unable to control your bladder nor your bowel, making it that at any time whatsoever, you will completely and utterly mess and wet yourself anywhere you are. Within this box, you will find your solution to this new conundrum in your life, which you have agreed to participate in by opening this box. Whenever you open this box you will be supplied with plain white diapers perfectly matched to handle whatever punishment you give them. It is recommended that you also invest in other supplies related to padding, such as powder and anti-rash cream, but those are up to your discretion. You may try and not wear your diapers, but you will find that it is wiser to comply with the rules and keep yourself nice and secure; your continence will not return either if you do not obey the rules set before you. If you wish to communicate with the box, you must do so through a bargain written on a note to express your wishes. However, be warned: the box is liable to interpret and balance any request or boon as it wishes if whatever you offer is not of equal value, so it may be wisest to obey as instructed and keep yourself diapered at all times of the day, otherwise, the consequences will be severe. With that, we hope you enjoy your next trip around the sun padded up! This has to be a joke… Boxes that interpret poetry and supply diapers whenever opened? This isn’t even a funny prank, this is pathetic. The fox dropped the diaper and note back into the box with contempt, what a stupid thing to waste his time with. He got up, the couch now forgotten as his stomach rumbled its hunger aloud to the room. He padded over to the kitchen, turning the kettle on and rummaging through his dry food cabinet, retrieving a large bag of chips. He held the bag in his maw as he stretched, reaching up to the higher shelf to grab himself a chocolate bar. It was just out of his reach, and he strained, leaning against the counter to support his weight as he grasped after his sweet. The counter must have been wet, however, for he looked down as he felt something damp against him. The bag of chips dropped out of his mouth and onto the counter below him. The counter hadn’t been wet, no. It was he who had gotten wet.
  7. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    And the aftermath... I don't know if it's necessary to say this, but since this one's probably a bit "further" than the other stuff I've posted, I thought I should point it out: As established in the previous two comics featuring these characters, they all consent to this treatment! (Also, I didn't see an explicit mention of more "sexual" content being prohibited in the gallery, but I will absolutely pull this page if the mods find it necessary!)
  8. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    Another commission from @Attica ! This time, it's a pretty spicy two-parter! It seems the ladies we met in the previous two comics might have gotten themselves into a bit of a bind!... (Sorry, I couldn't resist! XD)
  9. This started off as a little request for a friend and kind of spiralled into this. If ya'll like it I might continue it! ---- The great Ember stirred from her sleep... she had been lying within the mountain cave for some two thousand years, dreaming and peaceful. Though, the last few centuries had been somewhat turbulent, with occasional squirming and moaning, that eventually became constant, and an endless sea of vivid, erotic dreams. In her mind she was teased and pleasured by a dozen lovers, and never allowed to reach her climax. Her pent up arousal had built up as the magma beneath the earth would before a volcano erupts. In a similar fashion, the many dozens of lakes she had consumed before her long rest had now filtered into her gargantuan bladder, forming a bulge in her lower stomach the size of a large swimming pool, and with ten times the volume of liquids compressed within; yellow, steaming and frothing angrily for release. Amongst the sexual frustration of her long dreams had come splashes of bathroom urgency, she dreamed of the sea coming to destroy the world, and only she could save it by consuming every last drop. She dreamt that the sea was angry, taking the form of a beautiful water nymph contained inside her cavernous fluid tankard, and that she was violently pummelling her pussy for escape from piss prison. Her crotch was the size of house, and it throbbed with need throughout this all, clenching rhythmically in her sleep, pulsing in time with her heart. It was near her time to awaken... Finally, when the time had come for this curvaceous creature to wake, her massive thighs came together to squeeze her lower muscles, she shivered in urgency to create her yellow lake, and to settle the tightly wound heat within her. When her eyes opened, Ember took in her surroundings, the same old cave she’d rested in all those millennia ago. It was home, deep within a mountainside, and she felt refreshed from the rest. One mighty claw moved to her dragoness womanhood, teasing the slick, puffy lips with her fingers and cooing softly at the sensations of pleasure that tingled up her wide hips, her truly vast rear end wiggling her thick tail. An oozing trickle of her liquid lust made her inner thighs sticky, and she grunted, tensing her face, when a sharp pulse of piss need shook her bladder walls.The hot contents of her cavernous container were threatening to spew forth, spraying haphazardly around and flooding her lair. Ember held it in, corking herself with her will. She rolled, gently onto her back, and brought her over palm down to massage the firm swell of her lower stomach; her distended bladder. She could feel it quivering beneath her touch like a frightened deer, but she attempted to sooth it, shushing it and its protests for relief. “Soon...” she breathed, her voice heavy and soft; husky and dripping with arousal. There was a giant lake right outside her cave, it had served as her bathroom for eons; a river flowed down into it and another out of it again, meaning the water was constantly filtered and made fresh. Often she used it to bathe, but those rare times when she required a piss it would take but a few months for the urine to have filtered out completely. Given that she often felt no urge at all until at least a hundred years after her last release, this was plenty of time for it to make itself useful as her personal toilet. With the knowledge that relief was close at hand, she had nothing to fear, so decided to enjoy her incredible fullness a while longer. Perhaps using it to bring about the climax she craved almost as dearly as the enormous leak wanted to be taken. The palm on her bladder pressed down firmly, causing her to grunt heavily and whine to herself, her pussy ached and spasmed with desire, hungry for her huge fingers. She gave them to her. Though they were clawed, she had long-since filed them down, not requiring them for defence any longer now that the ancient ages had passed and no creature alive existed to threaten her. The huge fingers reached deep within the clenching caverns of her vagina, her lower palm now grinding against her stiffened clitoris and moist labia. Ember found the rock hard pressing of her bladder inside herself and began to grind her fingers against it, sending shivers of desperation down her spine. Her hind legs rose up as she felt the orgasm that was several millennia overdue building at last. Her truly huge, jiggling ass cheeks were on display, and her rear end wobbled as her tail bounced gently beneath it. She wanted it to last, but the pleasure of her urine crushing down on her g-spot was enough to make her scream; it was all she could do to avoid cumming instantly when her fingers had entered. So, as she continued to crush her boiling ocean from within, massage her sparking clit, and mash her palm against her engorged lower lips, Ember knew that the inevitable would soon come at last. She gasped loudly, a booming noise, and then began to grunt, buck her hips and cry out. Smoke puffed from her snout as the brimstone within her boiled as hot as her piss. Her moans were so loud that the whole mountain shook. It was just as the beautiful beast was on the verge of an earth shattering climax, that she heard the screams. Freezing in place, Ember’s impeccable hearing perked up, and the sound of distressed humans was obvious. Frowning, having not recalled any human settlements near her when she’d slept; she cursed herself for not checking. Her bladder took this moment to demand release, and she cringed, withdrawing her fingers and using them to plug up her puckered piss hole, which itself was the size of a house. The ancient dragoness clenched with all her limitless might, and struggled to rise to her feet, spreading her aching wings and attempting to make her way out of the cave, only lead to a powerful slosh as her ocean of urine shifted inside her. The mass of hot, angrily boiling piss was vast, even for someone of her size. She whined softly, her face flushed, as the pressure of her bladder only intensified her arousal, and yet more of her juices made her plump thighs all sticky. The pressure of her bladder was significantly worse now, especially when combined with the how tortuously close she’d come to fulfilling her most animalistic of needs. Ember finally made her way out of her cave, the morning air making her shiver, and her muscles tremble. Casting her gorgeous, orange eyes down, she was stunned and frozen in shock. Where before had been her personal lake for relief and refreshment, there was now dry land, and a large, bustling village of humans. They had heard her moans as roars, and the shaking mountain was seen as evidence of her fury. Their legends had long told of a terrible dragon that would bring forth a steaming, burning, yellow blaze of destruction, and they believed their time had come. Ember had no way to communicate with these people, so she decided only to leave, to fly away to some new place with a new ocean, far from people. Somewhere she could live in peace, pleasure herself, and water the flowers in privacy. Her wings were curled up from her rest, cramped and asleep, but she gently forced them to open, stretching wide on her hind legs briefly. All of this caused her a cacophony of sloshing, splashing sound; it felt if a tsunami had struck her insides, and in truth it had. Ember, wings outstretched, froze in place and closed her eyes, a grunt echoing loudly across the valley. Her teeth bared and clenched, her thighs shook and caused tremors to disturb the mountain once more, and the cries of the humans increased. She must have been about to unleash the awful burning heat that would destroy their homes and lives, surely! Unbeknownst to them, Ember was using all her mighty muscles to avoid this. Oh, how badly she wanted to piss now! How much the pressure was causing her loins to burn with desire! How she wanted to just lift one of her mighty, meaty hind legs and let rip a thunderous waterfall of hot piss right now; like the world's largest dog in the world's hottest heat. She wanted to piss her mind away, and then grind her aching pussy on the mountain’s surface until she came as hard as anything had cum before. Calling out and spraying her fluids of pleasure and pressure far and wide. Yet she knew that a good, and proud Dragoness, would never piss where men might see, where anyone might see. She would fly to the oceans, to the most isolated parts of the world and only then would she release herself. The journey would take some days, but she could hold it. A dragon can hold her piss forever if need be, and Ember was the strongest dragon of them all. Only, now she didn’t feel like a dragon; she felt like a puppy, a bursting bitch clawing at the door to be let out, to find a nearby tree a-and... no. She was strong. She would not piss, not yet. A dragon never pisses. As she repeated this and similar mantras in her mind, she spread her wings and, with a hefty swoosh, took to the air. Deep within, her bladder sloshed with a noise like thunder, and the people cried and held their loved ones close. Ember paid them no mind, and hurried away from the city, out beyond them and into the distance. She was a swift flyer, even with all this extra weight to keep her from her usual altitude, yet it mattered not. Settling in for the short, few-day-flight to relief, she forced her mind to leave her bladder for now. Not entirely successfully, as her horny brain kept reminding her how full she was, even fuller than typically after such a sleep, and how erotic the stretching feeling was. With every stroke of her wings, the fluids inside her swirled up and down, crashing into the top and bottom of her absurdly wide bladder walls, bulging either her stomach slightly further outwards, or making contact with the rest of her internals and squishing them for extra space. Ember’s payload was truly gargantuan, and she couldn’t help leaking frequent quantities of natural lubrication down onto the hills and valleys bellow her. What didn’t help at all were the rains that soon started. Gentle enough at first, then high powered winds that smashed against her and slowed her forward progress. The clouds grew heavy and grey with moisture, and when they could hold it no longer it was unleashed on the countryside. Each tiny droplet was like a stinging spark of electricity to Ember, shooting through her body and focusing in on the mass of conductive, pent up piddle inside her abdomen. She squirmed in the air, slowing her flight even more and causing her to drop down lower from the clouds and their terrible, gushing sounds. Though it wasn’t easy, Ember managed to adjust to this noise, letting the pitter-patter of raindrops become like background static. The feeling of the droplets on her scales was harder to ignore, or picture as anything but what it was, yet she managed to settle the revolting of her bladder by again maintaining her mantra, this time cooing it to herself as if it were a prayer. “Dragons don’t piss. Dragons never piss. I do not need to piss. I could hold forever if I wanted. I can wait as long as it takes. Dragons don’t piss.” This worked for a time. After about five miles of distance, she came across a huge body of water within a stone structure. Ember now realised how her relief had gone away; the humans had constructed an impressive dam to hold the water at bay and open the lands up for settling. Despite the inconvenience this had caused her by delaying her comfort, she found herself impressed by the little creatures. They always found new ways to make use of the lands, and bring Mother Nature to heel. Ember was reflected on how alike the structure was her own privates now; a solid wall that valiantly held back the will of nature and of water, containing thousands of gallons of furious water. One of her many dreams returned to her, that of the terrible water Nymph she had drank and held prisoner. Her wings shuddered with the rest of her. The dam had almost passed her by, when her enhanced vision spotted something alarming. There was a crack, a crack forming in the stone. One here, another elsewhere, and at once they were all about! Ember stopped where she was, keeping herself in the air, and brought her front legs to her mouth in a gasp. The dam was shuddering under the weight of something, but what? The rain! Realisation came as strong as and as forceful as the waves did to the walls of the human creation. The torrential rainfall had caused a build up in the water, and perhaps caused by some random strike of lightning, or a rouge gust of wind, a terrible series of waves had formed inside the contained lake. The battering of these waves had not been planned for by whoever built this dam, and it was coming crumbling down. It was with horror that Ember realised the people of the town would literally be washed away by this flood; their doom! It was her duty as a greater being, an older being, to prevent this. In searching her mind, she closed her eyes and groaned, heavily, inwardly, as she realised the only thing she could do to save them. It was going to be painful, but she must. Ember would have to drink it all. Just as the benevolent beast had mentally prepared herself for this task, the dam suddenly burst! The water sent the stone wall exploding in all directions, crumbling it to dust beneath its force and flooding down the valleys, heading directly for the village as her personal lake once had. Ember wasted no time, closing her mind and her nerves to the pain in her bladder from the sound, the sight, and now the sudden movement; she soared through the air at top speed to catch the flood. It took about two miles for her to catch up, and by then the village was in sight! The people who had been celebrating the falseness of their prophesied demise, and the departure of the dragon, were suddenly thrown into hysteria again as they saw both her, and the waves, approaching. By now, Ember was ahead of the water, and had only to find some way to direct it into her jaws. She got ahead of it and landed only a mile from the people, her back to them, facing the hurtling, exponentially accelerating water. Her brow lowered, her eyes narrowed, and with a mighty deep breath she unleashed a great wave of fire which reduced the hills either side of her to molten lava. Once done, her wings spread out and cupped this magma, unharmed by its heat, then shifted the masses into a sort of funnel shape, directing all the water towards her face. Finally, she took a deep breath, blowing the rock until it started to harden once more. She opened her jaws as wide as she could and prepared herself, her stomach, and her poor bladder for the impact. --- That's all for now, let me know what you think and it may continue! Also, while you're here, you can check out some similar little ideas on my forum thread: https://www.omorashi.org/forums/topic/47053-tiny-stories-and-poems-of-desperation/ Thanks for reading!
  10. Hey all! This story was a story started by user BurstingBunnie, called The Urges of Ember the Dragoness, the link for it is here: I highly recommend you read the first two chapters of this story before reading this one for context. I decided to add my own interpretation and conclusion for the story, as this one has not been updated in three years, and was left on a bit of a cliffhanger. This interpretation, should the author return to the original story, is considered "non-canon". The author's version, obviously, should supersede this interpretation, and I welcome the author to return to this story to finish it, or make another story with the same idea or characters. Personally, I really enjoyed the unique setting and scale of Ember, I might return to Ember and the idea of dragon omorashi since I had fun writing this so much. Now, without further ado, her is my interpretation for the final part of The Urges of Ember the Dragoness! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (4,471 words total) Ember exerted her flying strength to the best of her abilities, but could only feel all the liquid in her swollen abdomen slosh downwards and stretch her belly. Her poor bladder, weighing the tons and tons, was a weight too much for even her strength. And she was one of the strongest and fastest fliers of any dragoness. Male dragons were typically far superior in strength and speed to their female counterparts, but nevertheless, she was able to compete with most of the males on the off chance they came into contact. The humans had seen the futile act of flight Ember had displayed, and the Doomsday preachers took notice, and Ember's sympathizers grew weary, but many were compassionate. The Doomsdayers called for war on Ember, as fear took a hold of their agenda. Many more humans grew understanding of their cause and joined in the rally, drowning out the rally of Ember’s supporters. The Doomsdayers hurled aggressions at poor Ember, and some started throwing stones at her. Her scales were plenty tough enough to outlast the thrown rocks - any dragon’s would - but nonetheless it filled her with sadness to see the village turn on her that she put in so much effort and desperation to save. Ember considered trying to stand and walk away from the village and find a place to finally relieve her immense burden, slowly and urgently sloshing inside her huge bladder walls. However, she was afraid to move. The pressure on her poor urethra was beyond immense, implicitly applying it's pressure to her reproductive system, figuratively, as in the arousal from all the pressure, but also literally, as her G-spot ached and begged for something to be put inside it. As she clenched her huge dragon paws on her lower lips, she only just noticed how soaking wet she was. Her juices oozed out of her in preparation for a potential mate to thrust inside of her as she held on to her bladder's payload, moaning and growing as it pushed against her needy pussy and g-spot, only for her to release it all as she came, with enough energy as she roared to create winds to shake homes and trees. Oh… how badly she needed to piss and orgasm everywhere. A thought crossed her mind… Damn these humans, they are but an insignificant species to the might of dragons. The world and time would forget them, and in dragon age, they were mere toddlers. The urge to succumb to her needs mounted. Who in the world would care for a few generations of self-centered humans of one village?... …Ember did. As much as her body begged her to think of herself, even a dragoness such as herself could not bear the guilt of drowning innocent creatures in such a gruesome way. Ember mustered up her strength, wincing and grimacing as she uncrossed her legs. The townspeople quit their squabbling and took notice, nervous in anticipation whether their town was to be drenched in their fiery prophecy. Ember planted her feet, her voluptuous, sexy dragoness body on full display to the town. She blushed red as she knew her soaked, needy pussy lips were being exposed to the whole town, but she had to persevere. She began to stand, her huge bladder bulge again weighing her down. She felt like she drank -and processed- her entire weight in liquid, as she was a big and proud dragoness. The pressure was immense. Tears welled up I'm her eyes as she slowly continued her ascent. Her entire contents pushed down on her urethra and applied the most intense pressure on her G-spot and reproductive system as a whole. Her vision grew blurry as her heart raced and grew light headed. But she was almost there. She was about to click her knees into a fully standing position, standing high above the town… But Ember leaked. She moaned from the pressure, but it sounded like a roar to the townsfolk. A drop, at least a drop to Ember, dripped from her quivering urethra. However this drop was in actuality several gallons of hot piss. It splashed on the ground, creating a small crater and sprayed anyone too close. Ember immediately collapsed from her own weight, digging her paws into her crotch and falling straight on her huge, curvy dragoness ass. The impact of her ass on the ground sent another leak spurting out of her bladder, to be caught by her paw. The impact sent shockwaves equivalent to small earthquakes throughout the village, and its inhabitants were in full panic mode, thinking the dragon they catered so well for was going to finally flood their poor settlement in a blaze of piss. Ember gritted her sharp teeth and clenched her crotch and its respective muscles as much as she could. Her abdomen sloshed and wiggled up and down from the sudden impact, similar to that of a ball impacting the ground and rebounding skyward. The pressure, again, was unbearable. Ember's breath was heavy, with tears in her eyes, clenching down with more force than she ever had to before. The townsfolk that ran to their homes and braced for the waves of amber, started to reemerge at the lack of such. They carefully looked around and back up at the clearly struggling Ember. She felt incredibly weak. Nothing and no one was able to best her strength, but now she was squirming and quivering from her own bladder, it visibly sloshing back and forth as she squirmed, her ass creating a stark imprint in the ground as she wiggled her thick ass into it. Damn it… she thought to herself. She was better than this. She is better than this. She needed to regain her composure. And so, she took a large breath, and consolidated her might to her sore and exhausted pelvic muscles, to recover some semblance of control over herself. Which after some doing, finally took place. She exhaled after what felt like hours… which probably was a few hours it took the recompose herself. She didn't even have to hold herself by her puffy, hot nethers anymore, but she still sit with her dragon thighs squished together with enough force to turn the largest oak trees into splinters. The village decided they needed to figure out what to do next. A threat seemed to loom over them, an unprecedented threat that seemed unavoidable and could not be moved. A meeting was held in the town square, and the most intellectual thinkers and leaders gathered and spoke to the nervous crowd, who glanced at the quivering, squirming dragoness from time to time. The meeting described some solutions that could be taken, but people were split on both the urgency and how much they should invest in a solution. One member suggested they cut their losses and evacuate the city to become the domain of the dragon. Ember, who was able to hear the meeting thanks to supernatural senses. Agreed wholeheartedly, but still felt bad about destroying the homes and lives of the village people. To her dismay, the village was unwilling to leave, and it reflected in the public opinion. Another suggested digging a huge hole so the dragon could relieve herself. More libertarian villagers adamantly opposed, unwilling to devote the time and resources to such a project. Another side stated the logistical concern of how big to make it, and what would the village do with a massive lake, tens of thousands of gallons, with stinking yellow dragon piss. It was ultimately shot down, similarly to an idea to transport Ember the thousands of miles to an ocean via a giant "cart". Another idea sprung forth suggesting that large buckets be used, drawn by horses, to incrementally let Ember empty a little of her bladder over time, to be dumped at a discreet location. Immediately the idea was called into question: "What if the dragon couldn't control her stream?" Ember herself had faith but not certainty she could prevent that from happening. Ember watched in anticipation as the wheels of democracy slowly turned. And slow and aggravating they were. Suggestions turned to arguments, arguments into insults. Ember bounced and jiggled her legs and wiggled her butt. She rolled her eyes at the inefficiency of humans. If dragons had a disagreement, over space or a hoard for example, it all came down to a matter of strength in a battle, sometimes to the death. Although uncommon, these battles were devastating, destroying whole forests and turning hills into mountains from the scars of battle. At least it was more concise than the systems humans put in place. Finally, after hours of discussion, with the sun setting and Ember's bladder continuing to apply its immense pressure, every jiggle of her bulge sending shivers down her spine, and every pulse of her nether region sending arousal to her brain, a conclusion was reached. A more conservative group emerged that wished to keep efforts and costs low, and they proposed engineering a "plug" to keep the dragon's bladder at bay, until the next generations, which they agree to be more advanced and resourceful, can deal with the needs of the dragon. The general public seemed to like this approach, and little opposition was present. Ember was aghast at the idea and blushed red at the thought of the humans inserting a plug into her dragonhood… But her interest was piqued. How well could a human invention stand to the might of a dragon and her bladder? And if it did, the thought of having her bladder be plugged and test her limits was tantalizing. Perhaps, as the mantra goes, dragons can hold forever. She could be the first dragon to have some so, and holding could take this already immense pressure on her reproductive organs and make her sexual endeavors that much more blissful. She could only imagine the feeling of finding another strong, powerful dragon of the opposite sex, bending her over, and fucking her senseless as he presses his scaly organ deep into her, pushing and prodding her bladder's walls, making her feel a great matter of sensual pleasure, making her roar and moan, perhaps even spit fire as she has done in the past. And when all was said and done, the dragon would cum hundreds and hundreds of gallons straight into her womb, filling her up much like her bladder has filled her thus far. She would cum along with him, roaring loud enough to shear the leaves off of trees and uproot them with the boom of her orgasm, that would send both shakes down her body and the Earth. Or… or she could find a guild of male dragons, and submit to them, letting them do whatever they please to her and her bladder, all without spilling a single drop of her payload. They could make her drink, push on her, even engulf her in their fire or be used solely as a vessel for their sexual desires, covering her and filling her up with their semen. She prayed to be used as such until her next hibernation, or even past that. She also thought of touring the world for other dragonesses, and challenging them to a contest of strength regarding their bladders. They could drink entire lakes and seas and see which would be the first to release their bladders of thousands of gallons of piss. Ember might be cheating with the plug, but her bladders sheer tenacity would earn respect on its own. Perhaps it could train her to hold those loads on her own. Having won a contest, Ember could get the dragoness to submit to her, and she could have a harem of desperate (she would forbid them from relieving themselves, of course) dragonesses for her exploitation, and her sexual pleasure whenever she needed it. Her mind wandered to a great variety and quantity of sexual fantasies. Her paws snaked their way down to her crotch to grab a hold of herself, the pressure of her bladder mounting ever so prominently, but also to very gently rub her clit, being nearly the size of a person. She cooed softly at the sensual touch and her runaway arousal as her dreams went wild envisioning the great fun and pleasure she could have. Her daydreaming went on for some time. Her tongue lolled out and her eyes squint closed and she caressed, squeezed, and rubbed her horribly needy clit. However, the feeling lasted for only what appeared to be a short while, as the rays of the sun and the murmurs of the town awoke her. She opened her eyes, it was morning now, she must have been daydreaming those lewd thoughts all night. The cluster of town inhabitants stood within very close proximity to her crotch, her quivering pussy in full view of them. She blushed horribly as they motioned up and down and talked amongst themselves. The group all looked fairly smart, Ember thought it might have been a group of the village’s smartest people to address their problem. She remembered the town's idea of a plug, and she couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed but also excited for its “installation”. The members of the group reached a consensus, it seemed, and motioned a group to come forward. Out came a large wagon, with a completely peeled and sanded tree trunk, just big enough to fit her urethra, it would seem, carried by a number of peasants. Ember grew flushed as she could feel herself sweat. The anticipation was also making her need much more precedent. She tried to avoid covering herself, but curled her toes and clenched her teeth keeping her flood at bay. The wagon had reached its destination, right at the level of her urethral opening. Ember breathed deep and heavy breaths as she tried to maintain her composure. She could tell just by looking at it, that the trunk was still definitely too big to fit, at least conventionally. However, she only just noticed how slick and wet she still was around her crotch. Her pussy was soaking wet with her teasing and self-indulgence and daydreaming, which extended to her urethral opening, serving as a lubricant, making the opening slick and slippery. Some of the men jumped on the wagon, and began pulling and stretching her urethra’s opening. “Mmmmmf!!~” She barely contained a moan and rolled her eyes back in pleasure. Her poor peehole was so sensitive and sore from her endeavors that the human’s tiny hands sent amazing sensations to her brain. They could barely get a grip to pull it open, as it was so well-lubricated. Some other men began to push the end of the trunk into her urethra while the others held it open. It prodded the opening, sending more sensations of pleasure and anticipation within Ember. She gripped her scally thighs as the nipples on her breasts began to harden like boulders. The men began to very slowly push the trunk inside her. Ember was in pure bliss, she felt she was on the verge of cumming violently from all these feelings. She pinched and twisted her right nipple as she clenched her left thigh with intense strength. The more they pushed, the more Ember began to reach the tipping point of releasing her pent up sexual need. She could feel herself getting closer… and closer… and closer… She could feel it, that burning release she had been craving for over a millenia… It was right there… just… a bit… more… But the townsfolk stopped pushing the trunk. It was now solidly in her puffy, quivering urethra, and felt no need to keep pushing. “No! Please! Keep pushing! I’m so close!”. Ember was desperate and enraged that she was so near her release. The pressure to orgasm and to piss the volume of lakes was immense, and the trunk exacerbated both, but now it wasn’t enough to please her. Ember could only sigh in disappointment. But in the meantime, the village revoiced. They felt they were victorious in the threat over their settlement, providing a strong but temporary solution to their problem, to be solved by their future generations. Ember was less certain of the plug’s durability. She felt that if she pushed even a little hard, or made one wrong move, or God forbid: orgasm, it would shoot out as a projectile and drown the village in their prophecy, providing Ember with the intense relief and satisfaction she desperately craved, but was ultimately not worth taking the innocent lives of thousands of humans. She decided to let the humans have their victory. At the very least, she would not have the threat of leaking under normal circumstances. Despite the added assurance, Ember decided not to take any unnecessary risks by standing or walking, with flying now an impossibility. She made herself comfortable in the patch of land she had been sitting in for the past couple days. It had been a few weeks now, and Ember was still holding on tight, with her new lid firmly on the overflowing bottle of her bladder. Her belly extended so far she couldn’t see the top half of her thighs. The pressure of her bladder of many lakes pushed on all aspects of her body immensely. The rainy season’s rains only added to her pressure. On some days a downpour would torrent on Ember. If the torrents happened while she slept, her dreams were filled with the thoughts of those rains adding each and every drop to her ginormous capacity. It could be said with certainty, that Ember held the most any dragon, nay, any thing has ever held before. And Ember loved it. The pressure on her urethra, on her body, on her libido, everywhere pressure could be felt, it was there, and she loved it all. Liquid sloshed inside of her, bouncing her belly back and forth, up and down as she moved every so slightly. Despite her bladder’s condition, she still craved more. During the downpours she would open her jaws to the sky and inhale more and more of the rain’s water, adding perhaps another couple hundred, if not thousands, of gallons of liquid to her gargantuan tank. Not because she was thirsty, but just so she could see just how far she could go. She had been slowly and secretly playing with herself those weeks as well, she was so incredibly sensitive from all the pressure, that just by touching her clit she risked orgasming everywhere and releasing her contents all over the village. She regrettably remained mostly abstinent from her indulgence, but it was truly starting to weigh on her. And she truly, truly, needed to pee. Even as the dragon montra goes, with dragons never needing to pee and all, Ember had to admit to herself that after drinking perhaps an oceans worth of water, it was only a matter of time before she would burst everywhere. The tree trunk that had remained in her urethra for all those weeks was beginning to loosen, the pressure slowly working it out of her. Yet, the townspeople took no notice or care in Ember, despite her plainly obvious condition. They had no understanding, so they remained blissfully unaware of the impending doom they thought they had solved for the time being. Ember put a paw on her belly, it was completely firm. It had no give, and now, no more room to expand. By this point, there was little she could do but try to hold back the inevitable. She clawed at her crotch to try to push the plug far enough into her urethra, to no avail: the pressure slid it back out just after she would push it back in, every time. She breathed heavily, just trying her absolute hardest to remain in control that was slowly slipping from her. But on this Spring afternoon, something felt a bit off to Ember. As a dragoness, she was notably in touch with her surroundings, even in her desperate state. She could feel the ground shake, and it felt as if something was… moving, no, churning inside of the Earth. Suddenly, the churning sensation started to turn to a slight rumble. Uh oh. Ember recognized almost immediately what was going on. She has been on this Earth for many eras and witnessed many of these events. The rumble grew stronger, the people of the village looked around in confused concern. And then, the Earth began to shake. The shaking sensation was much felt by Ember’s bladder, her firm abdomen sloshing back and forth as the ground shook. She clawed her crotch, barely able to reach it around her hugely distended belly. The shaking grew more and more in intensity, people fled to their homes, screaming and panicking. Suddenly, a cracking boom was heard all over the village. It came from the mountain that Ember used to call her den. The mountain was beginning to collapse in on itself! The mountain imploded, as suddenly huge clouds of ash began to erupt out of the side of the mountain. No doubt about it, the large mountain that Ember called her den was actually a dormant volcano! It explains why the mountain’s insides were nice and warm, she thought. The implosion opened a crater inside the mountain, and hot magma began pouring out and flowing quickly towards the village! Ember had seen eruptions before, but this volcano had produced the most magma she had ever seen, it would absolutely drown the village in fiery death no sooner than a minute! Ember knew what she had to do. Perhaps on instinct, perhaps due to her absolutely insanely desperate need, she made up her mind to save the village, once again. But first she had to position herself between the village and the flow. The magma flow was approaching the East side of the village; she was at the North. She would have to stand and move in order to meet it, and fast. As quickly as she could, she began to stand up, her bladder violently protesting ,trying to release several leaks as she moved. She grew light headed from standing up so fast, and moaned at the sensation. She still had her paws firmly in her crotch. She paced over to the East side, her staggered steps ringing thuds that shook the Earth. Her bladder tried to spurt and release its contents at every step. Her bladder had enough, it wanted out. Ember managed to reach the East side of the village perimeter, the flow advancing strongly towards her, the heat of the lava warming her where she stood. Her bladder was pushing with incredible force, Ember’s vision grew fuzzy as she breathed very heavily. The tree trunk that was stuffed into her uterus was slipping out, and splintering from the force it had kept at bay for so long. This is it, Ember knew exactly what she had to do. She fell down on her thick rump, laid back, legs spread, and pushed with all her strength. The tree trunk flew out like a projectile, and the frothing, boiling piss, trapped in her for millennia from before her hibernation, sprayed out in a similar fashion. Ember roared violently at the pleasure and satisfaction she experienced, and immediately dug her paw onto her clit, to which it took only a few strong strokes for her to orgasm the most amazing and violent orgasm she had ever experienced. The piss poured out like the strongest waterfall on Earth, and cooled and hardened the lava, stopping it in its tracks! The piss misted into the air on contact with the magma, so there was no risk of Ember flooding the valley of the village. Ember’s piss and sustained orgasm lasted for hours, all the liquid inside of her taking its time to come out, but still shot out with such incredible force it could carve a canyon into the hardest rock. Ember was in pure bliss. The only thing that could make it better was a giant dragon cock being stuffed inside her as she released, but she could hardly complain. But as the day turned to evening, Ember’s torrential waterfall turned into a river, then to a stream, then to a trickle, then nothing at all. The volcano had similarly emptied its contents, the magma hardened into a unique obsidian that shined a glossy black. Ember felt weak and limp, but was completely, totally satisfied. Her breath was heavy, and she was tired. But eventually, she mustered her strength to look back at the village she had saved. They looked at her, utterly flabbergasted, but erupted into cheers and celebration at their savior, once again. The prophecy came true, somewhat, but the boiling yellow rivers were to save their village, not to destroy it. A celebration bigger than the last was held, with more partying, drinking, and even praying and blessing the dragoness, as to some, she was a goddess. Ember was flattered, but was too exhausted to do much of anything else. The same as before, she was offered expensive wine and the best animals the farms could slaughter for her consumption, which she accepted gracefully. She once again drank a strong amount of alcohol and other beverages, which made its way through her tired kidneys and to her battle-scarred bladder. But she could hardly care, she was so exhausted. She dozed off to sleep as the partying continued into the night. Ember awoke to the whole town bowing and praying to her. As a sign of good fortune, they continued their offerings, but Ember knew she had overstayed her welcome, by some time. She felt much lighter, shedding perhaps her entire body weight in urine. She felt flight come back to her as easy as ever, and her stomach, still bloated as it was recovering, was much, much smaller. Ember bowed back to the village, which gave one last hurrah back to Ember. She beat her wings, and began to take off to the skies, to explore the world once more after her hibernation, seeking the company of other dragons, particularly male ones - despite her pleasure, she wouldn’t feel totally fulfilled without something extra. She flew a thousand miles, before coming across a lake and feeling thirsty, to which she gulped nearly half its volume. Her belly full of liquid, she took to the sky, this weight meaning little to her by now. She flew another couple thousand miles, before reaching a shoreline over a massive ocean. The sight of all that water made Ember start to feel the very first urges of needing to piss, rather unprecedented being so soon after her immense relief. Ember ignored the urge, and continued to fly over the ocean, opting to hold it. The End
  11. A Fantasy of a slightly different kind here, the knights and dragons kind. Enjoy and review if you would like. It was a shame, sometimes, that Prestidigitation was a line of sight spell when used to clean things, Kilaria Sweetune thought as she changed her diaper on the roadside. The simple Cantrip could easily clean even her largest messes with one casting but she still needed to carry at least 1 change with her at all times, though luckily the spell could easily mask or change smells as an AOE. It was annoying to have to lay down, often on the rough, stone ground of a dungeon, and let the cold, dank, air, often fouled more by the smell of goblins, dead or alive, then by the smell of the business in the pants of her or her party members, blow over her nethers, chilling the young bard to the bone as she attempted to get the deed over with as quickly as possible. It didn't help that the spell did nothing about the gradual warping of the cloth caused by constantly vanishing the waste it soaked up but being able to do nothing about the stretching said waste had caused the cloth to do. She estimated that the bottom most layer of her liners had perhaps two changes left in it before it stretched beyond the bounds of her rubber pants, and that meant replacement or leakage. Nothing for it, she thought pulling up her skirts, time for a trek to Charhelan to purchase some new liners. Perhaps she would get some of those new all-in-one diapers that the artificers of the big cities had come up with. The cleric in the last group she had teamed up with had rather fetching ones with her Holy symbol artfully sewn into it while, somehow, not leaking out the holes such sewing must have made. Surely she had enough coin from that last den of goblins that she could spare some for two or three pairs before shopping around to upgrade her other gear. Two days travel later, and an hour outside the city gates, was a sight that gave her pause. Two elven women standing off to the side of the road. Had they been humans she would have assumed them to be a young mother with her daughter, though that assessment would have changed after a bit of eavesdropping unless the older looking one was named 'sissie' or some such, but you could never tell age with elves. The reason they were standing on the side of the road made it rather obvious that they were not native to the kingdom, or again at least the taller one wasn't. She was clutching her midriff in a way that looked painful, and struggling to walk forward while the other looked back at her with exasperation. They were a study in contrasts, the smaller one looking around six years old in a bright pink skirt. Her large, puffy, and obviously soiled, diaper sticking visibly out the bottom. The taller looked to be in her mid twenties, in a drab green dress of the style favored by commoners in most other kingdoms, her undergarments only barely hinted at beneath the thick fabric. Kali's eavesdropping graced her with the woman's beautiful, almost musical, voice saying "my body just won't let me," and she grinned, that was a situation she could definitely help with. She approached the duo and cleared her throat before saying "I couldn't help but overhear, and think I may be able to help you, if you want that is." The woman looked skeptical, but gave a short nod and Kali's grin grew as she put her ranks in Perform (Comedy) to the test, with a quick casting of Laughter at the end sending her subject into peals of jubilant giggles for far longer than just the spell alone would provide. The results were immediately obvious by the woman's suddenly smoother movements, not to mention the almost pornographic moan she let out. The smaller elf clapped excitedly, "oh thank you. I had thought my niece would subject herself to such pain her entire visit." She looked between the two of them grinning, ears perking slightly at her niece's (and wasn't that a surprise) quiet muttering that this felt much nicer than she anticipated. "Perhaps you would like to accompany us the rest of the way to the city? I know I would feel so much better knowing we had the protection of an obvious adventurer, and I am sure my niece would like the chance to thank her rescuer, perhaps you could even show her what a proper change is like once we get there?" Kali felt a radiant blush start to cross her face, and judging by the look on the face of the other elven maiden that experience would not be unwelcome. As she helped the woman stand, she could not ignore the slightly lustful gaze that passed over her body. Perhaps, sometimes, Prestidigitation being line of sight might not be so bad after all.
  12. Geist

    Where it all began

    The work Hanomido chose as the one he wouldn't be here today without
  13. When it comes to me, I imagine like this. A beautiful teen girl drinks a lot of water when sunsets. She arrives home at night with a tired body. She takes a shower and forgets to pee because of her tiredness. She just goes to bed with amounts of pee in her bladder. Next morning, she wakes up with a very huge urge of pee that even hurts her belly. She tries to move her body to toilet, but she cannot. She notices that if she just take a step, then the pee will come out uncontrollably. Some golden liquids leaks out of her pussy. She can feel it, but she can't respond. She's just stuck to the bed with legs crossed and hands holding her crotch. Then she notices that she is home alone. It means no one can see her, so she can just let it go on the mattress. But she hesitates to do like that. But while she hesitates, the urge gets even stronger and now starts to hurt her stomach. Finally she decides to just pee on her bed. Since she's wearing only panties, she just pulls it aside. But pee doesn't come out, because she haven't peed not in the toilet through her entire 18 years life. The muscles are not relaxed and bladder bulges like she is pregnant. She just waits and tries to relax her body, imagining like she's in the toilet. Finally a little spurts out, and more, and more pee comes out of her pussy. She finally starts to pee on the bed. The stream of pee comes like a huge falls. She moans loudly and smiles without recognizing. It takes about 10 minutes to finish her epic relief. ================================ So this is my favorite Omo fantasy. What is your favorite situation? Let's share it.
  14. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    This pixie stole tea from the wrong picnic. It turns out a hobbyist seamstress for dolls might really like to have a tiny model for her dresses! Nevermind how big that teacup is for such a small pixie...
  15. These are my options. 1. No toilets. When I need to poop, just go into a hole that directly connects into cesspool. 2. Big fridge to fill with waters and beverages that makes me quickly desperate. 3. Everything is easy to clean; including floors and walls. 4. A huge backyard and fence.
  16. Author's note: Welcome to the Farlight Chronicles! This is an original work and is planned to be an ongoing adventure starring the young lady Isabelle and her desperate adventures through an alternate steampunk fantasy world. Though there is already a main plotline in place, I welcome any tips or requests for how you'd like to see the story go (as well as any particular scenarios you'd like to see happen) and of course, I'm more than happy to hear any feedback on the story and my writing style. Without further ado, let's get into it! I hope you enjoy. More chapters coming soon... Prologue: In the vast lands of the Old World, ever ravaged by the changing tides of progress, commerce and war, a lone girl rides by carriage towards a mighty city, one of the largest ever built. The girl has pale skin, with long dark brown hair and striking amber eyes. She has dressed her best in preparation for her visit, sporting a long black overcoat, a white vest covering a red shirt and a pair of black pants, as well as tightly fitted black boots, reaching all the way up to her knees. On her head rests a dignified stovepipe, tilted slightly back to accentuate her carefully groomed side-parting. She is nervous. This kind of presentation is far from what she is used to, and the place she is headed is known to be far less than friendly to visitors from the countryside. That said, she cannot help but feel a sense of anticipation for her visit, as whatever downsides the city may hold it is still a place of opportunity. An opportunity for her to forge a new life. An opportunity to fly along the farlight, and see all the world has to offer with her own two eyes. Chapter 1: Out of her depth Isabelle had spent her entire live living in one of the little forested ground villages of the Cascades, a vast and sparsely populated region of the Vaal Imperiate dominated mostly by farmland and rolling hills, largely untouched by the march of progress that the rest of the world had succumbed to. She had only ever glimpsed the technological marvels of the Imperiate in passing, and as such the feeling she felt upon first entering the sprawling multi-leveled city of Midway and taking in the sight of the towering buildings, factories clad in smoke, and extensive aerodromes from which airships of all shapes and sizes were constantly departing and arriving could only be described as one of utter amazement. When she was still only a child she had been awed by the tales of aeronauts, and the sight of mighty dreadnaughts, smaller but fiercer frigates and giant cargo ships that occasionally flew above her village and had long dreamed of being able to join in that lifestyle. To that end she had arrived in the city to seek work on one of the vessels, but this goal was quickly waylaid by her fascination with the bustle of city life as she wandered about watching the busy locals walk by, and marveling at the vast networks of machinery that kept the city functioning. She walked aimlessly for close to an hour, until she finally found herself leaning against the railing at the very edge of one of the upper levels of the city, situated several hundred feet above the ground. Looking out across the built-up land surrounding the city, she felt like she must be at the very top of the world, like a goddess looking down on her realm from the top of a magnificent mountain. However, as she took a deep breath and allowed herself to settle and relax, she became aware of a problem that was certainly not befitting of a goddess. In her excitement she had completely neglected her body’s needs. She felt a little tired, maybe a touch hungry too, but more than anything she had to pee. Growing up in the countryside she was used to simply sneaking off into the woods and relieving herself in privacy whenever the need got bad enough, and as such she was very much unused to holding it. The sprawling cityscape would however provide few opportunities for such secluded relief. She briefly scanned her eyes across the streets from where she stood, shifting in place as she did so. “Dammit…” she muttered, as she glumly resigned herself to holding it in until she could find a proper bathroom where she could pee in peace. She set off to search for one, but her expedition yielded no success. Street after street she paced, finding nothing but residences, factories and stores, none of which she could pluck up the courage to ask the gruff and busy-looking people who occupied them if they wouldn’t mind sharing their facilities. As her need grew ever more pronounced, she considered simply diving into one of the alleys, pulling her pants aside and letting go, but despite her bladder’s protests she repeatedly dismissed the thought. “No way I could ever do that with so many people walking by…” she mumbled to herself as she subtly crossed her legs in an attempt to reduce the pressure that was now constantly reminding her of her impending desperation. Her search eventually led her back down to the lower levels of the city, where her straining body finally convinced her to ask for directions from one of the locals. After a few attempts to catch the attention of the rapidly passing pedestrians her eyes settled on one particular person, a girl who looked to be about her age who was sitting on a large crate idly cleaning her nails with an iron pick. She was short, thin, and had a shock of ginger hair messily cut to just above chin-length as well as a small collection of freckles which dotted her pale face. Set into that face were a pair of big, hazel-brown eyes. As for her clothing she wore a long, dark grey overcoat with a coal-stained white shirt underneath and a pair of suspenders holding up her rough, brown pants. She also had a pair of scratched-up goggles strapped across a grey stovepipe hat, that almost mimicked Isabelle's own attire, only it was considerably shorter and more crooked. Isabelle stiffly walked up to her, trying her best not to betray just how badly she had to go. She stopped just a few feet in front of the girl and cleared her throat. “Um, excuse me miss… I was wondering if you could direct me to-“ The girl jumped up with a start, and to Isabelle’s surprise unsheathed a small knife, pointing it directly at her throat. “Oi, who do you think you are, sneakin’ up on a gal like that? You a license hunter?” she demanded, waving the blade menacingly in front of her. Isabelle was shocked, almost to the point of speechlessness. “I- n-no, I’m just looking for-“ “Right, right, so you’re with a rival company then, eh? Well this spot’s been booked by captain Amelia, and I’m ‘ere on her behalf, so get lost ya rat!” Isabelle started stepping from foot to foot. This girl's constant shouting certainly wasn’t helping her situation in the slightest… Even so, she continued trying to explain herself. “I-I’m not with any company, I’m not even from here! I-I just need you to show me-“ Once again, the girl interrupted. “Aha! So you’re one a’ them thugs what tried to run my good captain out a’ Highfall last week, are ya? Well guess what, I’m right tough I am, so if you think you can scare me outta’ ‘ere you can shove it up your-“ “Shut it!” yelled Isabelle, finally running out of patience. The girl looked completely caught off guard by this sudden display, lowering her knife and simply staring blankly at her. “I’m not with a company, I’m not from Highfall, and I’m not a whatever-it-was hunter, I just really need you to show me how to get to the bathroom, okay?” After a moment the girl regained her composure and cocked her head. “I- bathroom? Well… I dunno, most folks ‘round ‘ere just shower every so often, eh? Why’d ya need a bath so badly anyway? You look cleaner than most ‘a the folk what live ‘round these parts. Aw, don’t tell me you’re one a’ them fancy people…” Isabelle pushed a hand into her crotch. She really didn’t have time for this… “Wh- no I don’t need a bath! I need to… use the facilities.” she tried, her cheeks taking on a slight red hue. The girl sighed in frustration. “What “facilities”, eh? Do you even know what you’re talkin’ ‘bout? Honestly, love you gotta be more specific with these kind a’ things, I'm not a bloomin’-“ “Pee! I have to pee, okay? And I don’t know how to find the bathroom, or facilities or whatever you people call them and this place is like a damn maze and I’ve been holding it for ages now so could you please, please just show me where I can pee!” Isabelle finally yelled. The girl looked shocked at first, but after a brief pause she started to giggle. “Oh, I get’s it now, you really aren’t from Midway, are ya lassie?” Isabelle looked down, crossing her legs as she did so. “No, I’m not… I’m from a village in the Cascades…” “Ah, a proper greenleg then, I takes it? Well ‘ere’s your first lesson I suppose… ‘round here, when we have to take a piss we call it “hittin’ the blocks”. That work for ya, love?” the girl grinned. “I-I guess…” Isabelle mumbled in an embarrassed tone, still shifting in place. “Well, go on then.” the girl said expectantly. “Go on… what?” “Tell me what ya need!” the girl giggled. “I… um… well I need to… hit the blocks.” Isabelle said, turning more and more red by the second. To her surprise, the girl then grabbed her arm. “Well, why didn’t ya just say so! C’mon now, it’s just ‘round this corner ‘ere. Name’s Lizzie by the way, since you didn’t ask. “Elizabeth” if you really are one ‘a them fancy folk. What about yourself?” “Um… it’s Isabelle… P-Pleasure to meet you.” mumbled Isabelle in response. “Quite the same, lassie! Now let’s not keep you waitin’ anymore.” And with that, Elizabeth led the persistently squirming and blushing Isabelle down a winding street and into a dim wooden room with the text “Public Block” crudely stamped on the door. “There ya go, love! Get on with it and we’ll be out in a jiffy.” stated Lizzie with a grin. Isabelle wasn’t convinced however. Unlike the bathrooms she’d know throughout her entire life, there were no stalls here. Just one long metal trough, through which water seemed to periodically flow. “U-Um… where do I…?” she tired. Lizzie rolled her eyes. “Well I reckon's it’s more than obvious what ya gotta do ‘ere love. Pull your pants off, squat down 'alfway and go. I mean really, it ain’t that ‘ard!” she chuckled. Isabelle gulped, nervously stepping forward to the trough and steeling herself for the experience. Normally, she wouldn’t even consider going in something like this. It was too public and far too dirty, let alone the fact that she’d have to partially stand (something which she was most unaccustomed to), but her bladder was already full to bursting and she didn’t want to risk leaving in search of another bathroom, let alone the embarrassment of trying to explain the problem to someone like Lizzie. In her hesitation though she was once again interrupted by the girl. “Gosh lassie, if you’re gonna take this bloomin’ long I might as well go too. Scooch over, would ya?” she said as she shuffled closer and turned her backside towards the trough, grasping the edges of her pants as she did so. “W-Wait! Would you… let me go first please? I… really don’t want to wait…” said Isabelle as her potty dancing intensified. She was however met with a look of utter bewilderment from Lizzie, who had stopped in her tracks midway through pulling her pants down. “…What are you on about? “Go first”? This some kind ‘a weird greenleg thing, eh? It’s a block drain, love, it’s meant to be used by lots a’ folk at once, got it?” “C-Could you please just wait outside until I’m done?” pleaded Isabelle frantically. Lizzie shot her a deeply annoyed look and pulled her pants back up, turning towards the door. “Ugh, fine, whatever! Just don’t take too long, ‘kay? I got stuff I need to get on with too. Oh, and try not to get your throat slit while your back’s turned. Folk’s ‘round ‘ere take what they can get, if ya see what I mean.” she smirked. Isabelle went white. “Um… okay, could you also make sure nobody else comes in here while I’m… relieving myself?” Lizzie let out a very audible sigh. “Fine, fine, I was just fibbin’ I was, but whatever makes ya happy, greenleg. God, you’re a pain in the arse...” she said as she left the room, closing the door behind her. Alone now, Isabelle quickly unbuckled her pants and pulled them down, pushing her backside out over the metal drain. She felt how desperately she needed to go now. All that waiting had really taken a toll on her body… She closed her eyes, relaxed her bladder and… nothing. She repositioned herself and relaxed again. Still nothing, other than a much more pressing need. She was now starting to panic, why couldn’t she go? Was she just too nervous, or was it that her body was unused to peeing in such a strange position? She had squatted down in the woods plenty of times, but she’d never done it standing up like this, nor had she done it in such a public place before. She stuck her backside out further and pushed. A jet of urine shot out from between her legs, hitting the metal and making a very audible splattering noise. She froze up, her need now getting even worse thanks to the slight taste of relief she had achieved. Finally, she tired squatting down as low as she could without her privates actually touching the cold, damp metal beneath her. She relaxed, closed her eyes again, and to her relief a slow, tinkling stream began to leave her exhausted bladder. “Finally…” she mumbled. However just as she had started peeing, the door to the bathroom swung open and to her horror Isabelle saw Lizzie sticking her head through with an exasperated look on her face. “Oi, ya done yet, love?” she shouted. Isabelle shot up, desperately clenching to stop her flow and quickly pulling her pants back up. “N-No! Why did you do that?!” she yelled, shooting Lizzie a look that was equal parts shame and annoyance. “You’ve already been in 'ere for ages! Get a move on, would ya!” “I will if you stop interrupting me!” Isabelle shouted back. Lizzie frowned and slammed the door shut, muttering something about “greenlegs” as she did so. Now Isabelle had a problem however. The unexpected interruption had caused her nerves to flare up anew, and even though she tried to resume her position her body simply wasn’t letting her go anymore, no matter how hard she pushed. She let out a frustrated groan. She was desperate. Her bladder couldn’t take much more, but the pressure she felt from Lizzie and the unfamiliar nature of her situation was too much for her to handle. She knew she wouldn’t be able to hold it for long if she simply left, and yet she couldn’t go. Her eyes started frantically scanning for a solution but all she could find in the room was the metal trough and a few old sinks raised much too high for her to even think of using them as toilets. Eventually however, her eyes settled on the far corner of the room, and a thought snaked its way into her mind. What if she just peed on the floor? It wasn’t a great option by any means, and the thought of someone walking in on her like that was almost enough to make her dismiss the idea outright, but she would be able to lower herself into a much more comfortable position if she did, and so her desperately full bladder convinced her to go with it. She quickly hobbled over to the corner, holding herself and wincing with each step. When she made it there she quickly squatted down facing the wall, pulled her pants out of the way, and pushed. This new strategy was far more effective than she had expected as pee began gushing out of her bulging bladder, quickly forming a puddle in the corner of the little room. She sighed in relief, closing her eyes and imagining being back out in one of the forests of her home, which had so frequently served as a means of relief for her. Her urine had seeped in between the cracks in the floorboards, so her puddle wasn’t too noticeable, but the sheer volume at which she was peeing did cause it to grow to a not insignificant size. Finally, the last few drops had left her body. And so, feeling a mix of embarrassment, frustration, and immense relief she pulled her pants back up, fastened her belt and left the bathroom. Lizzie was leaning against the wall outside, and quickly pushed past her as soon as she was out. “Honestly, it’s a bloomin’ wonder I didn’t piss my britches waitin’ for ya…” she said as she hurried inside. Isabelle took a deep breath and sighed. She hadn’t expected the city to be this vexing at all. Looking out across it again though, she was reminded of why she had come here in the first place, and assured herself that it was just a case of getting used to it. About two minutes after Lizzie had entered the bathroom she emerged once more, adjusting her pants and straightening her coat, all the while wearing a notiecable look of relief. “Right, all better there now eh, princess?” she said, shooting Isabelle a mocking grin. Isabelle crossed her arms and looked away. “Yes… actually. Much better.” Isabelle responded, refusing to meet the gaze of the smaller girl. “Well then, if I’m all done playin’ nanny to ya I’ll be getting’ back to me’ job if ya don’t mind. Pleasure meetin’ ya.” And with that, Lizzie turned and began walking away. Isabelle watched her leave, and after a moment’s consideration she called after the slowly retreating figure of the girl. “Hey, uh… Lizzie?” Lizzie stopped. “Yeh, what is it?” she said over her shoulder. Isabelle looked down at her feet awkwardly. “Um… I just wanted to say… thank you. I… know I probably seem a little odd to you after all this, and I know I got a bit snappy about it but… you did help me out… so thanks.” “Right, right, no trouble.” said Lizzie as she started walking away once more, dismissively waving her hand at the girl. However, to Isabelle’s surprise, she suddenly stopped dead in her tracks, and after a few seconds wait she turned around and started looking over the much taller girl. Suddenly, she began walking towards her again. Isabelle instinctively took a step back, but before she knew it Lizzie was standing right in front of her, staring up at her face. “Say… you said you was from the country, didn’t ya?” she said, still examining the girl with an intense look of curiosity. “Y-Yes, I’m from the Cascades…” responded Isabelle, somewhat taken aback by the attention she was now receiving. “Right, an' I’m guessin’ you know the area quite well then, eh?” Lizzie continued, a knowing smirk beginning to form across her face. “I- Well yes, I grew up wandering those regions…” “And tell me then, love… what were it that made ya travel right down ‘ere then?” said the girl, moving in even closer to Isabelle’s face. “I-I was… well I just… I was… looking to fly with an airship…” mumbled Isabelle, getting more and more flustered by the second. Suddenly, Lizzie jumped back and clapped her hands triumphantly. “Hah! Just as I’d ‘oped! Well you’re right lucky then, you are, ‘cause it just so ‘appens I fly with a right fine vessel I do, and we just might ‘ave a job for ya, lassie. Now ya might be a greenleg, and a bloomin’ strange one at that, but you do got somethin’ about ya… What say you tag along with me and meet my captain, eh?” she grinned. Isabelle was completely taken aback by the sudden offer, but after a good few moments of consideration, she concluded that she probably wouldn’t get a better shot at making her dream a reality. She nodded hesitantly, and Lizzie hopped to her side and began leading her down the streets once more. “C’mon now you, I reckon the captain’ll take a right shine to ya, if you behave.” Isabelle allowed herself a cautious smile. “Um… thank you, Lizzie. I look forward to it.” Lizze grinned again. “Pleasure’s all mine, Isabelle. Pleasure’s all mine.”
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    Note: "I see parasite, i like" Support the author/circle by buy it: https://www.dlsite.com/maniax/work/=/product_id/RJ363660.html ID: RJ36366 Circle: OXIDE_Lab Release date: Dec/31/2021 File format: PNG Product format: Manga Picture: Censored Text: Japanese Page count: 40 Info: {google translate} A trap that attacks the demon princess, and the confinement training that begins --- Sagiri, the princess of the demon tribe who is the lord of the subhuman territory where subracial gathers, While pursuing the case where Ajin is taken away by someone, he hears the black rumors of the local lord Gregor. Sand fog visits Gregor's house with a sword to ask him the truth of the rumor, but he is trapped by the sneaky trap of the lord. A collar that controls behavior and forces a humiliating pose, a horny bug that parasitizes the bladder and trains the urethra, and an underwear-type tentacle creature that spouts love juice to show off. The will of the demon princess, who is innocent and innocent with various tortures that apply forbidden techniques, is shattered, and her pride is melted. Can she overcome her evil ambitions and rescue her compatriots? 38 pages in total (36 pages in the main story + front and back covers)
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  18. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    The first of two Solitary confinement images for August on my Patreon! A poor servant girl is tasked with relieving her queen's dire need to urinate during a quick recess from speaking with other royal guests. Of course, being the queen's loyal servant means that she, herself, has to be no more than a pace away at all times so that she can fulfill her lady's every whim... She's desperate for a piss of her own --- quivering much like her queen was mere moments ago. Feeling the warmth, humidity, and errant droplet from the noblewoman's greedy stream is not helping. She needs to pee so badly that she even asks the queen for a quick break of her own. But her lady seems uninterested in the prospect... And what the queen says is law.
  19. The Golden Tower 0 (Restart from zero) It contains: Wetting, Light desperation. The goal of anyone who enters the golden tower is to get to the top, because legend has it that whoever is on top of it can command the tower and everything and every one, this story tells the deeds of the first person to arrive at the top but that at the same time has lost everything for having gone against the one who commanded on the tower for an infinite time, God himself. {Year 9988 of the golden calendar, in a well in the capital (right foot of the giant) "How long has it been?" "How nice to be able to breathe!" "Where I am?" "It looks like the bottom of a well ... it's dark, it will be about fifteen meters deep, at least it's a drained well ..." There were many questions that yes she asked the most important was: "Am I alive? ID # 000000108: Name: Hecate Blake Race: Human Age: ??? Level: Not leveled Coin: 0 Ranking: Not in competition Skills: [EX: From Heaven to Hell] Title: [Graced by the goddess] Stats and Effects: [Do not assign] Equipment: [Bronze dagger (F-)] [Storage ring (F+)] [Breast band (black cotton tissue)] [Medium Length Dress (Purple)] [Black embroidered cotton knickers] [Canvas ankle boots (black)] Apparently, the answer to the latter had been easy to obtain, it was enough for her to concentrate, open her profile and see her only title, the confirmation she had when she saw that she had the same profile as when she decided to climb the golden tower certainly wasn't a heavenly dream or a hellish nightmare. "So the goddess kept her word ..." thought Hecate remembering the words of that day: "When someone I will consider as a threat as you have been by respecting then you will wake up, unfortunately, if this never happens or if your conscience crumbles before you will not have a second chance! ... this would leave a bad taste in my mouth " "Has anyone appeared capable of threatening the goddess? Ahhh that being able to live again! This time it will be different than! ... although ... how do I get out of a well? Can I use magic with no stats attached?" Hecate had understood that the tower did not give her power but simply made what was inside her easier to "understand", so even if in the past she had not even tried to use magic before entering the tower, now it was convinced of succeeding. "[Updraft]" after saying the name of the spell, the aloud she felt almost faint but at the same time her dress was completely blown by the wind, showing off her black panties and lifting Hecate before a few centimeters. to cease completely. "Oh shit, having about 5 mana ... will never be enough to get me out of here ... climbing is impossible, should I scream out loud hoping someone hears me? "Congratulations" "You have achieved a difficult attainable goal: you are entitled to a reward!" "Oh, is it to be using magic outside the tower?" (Hecate) "A guardian is coming!" Hecate thought of the guardians, beings full of dignity, external to some rules of the tower, the closest to the goddess, who enforcing her rules and who maintain order. ~ swoosh ~ With a golden glow, a blonde girl dressed in a white tunic with fitted trims appeared floating on Hecate's head. "Hi, I'm Lucy but you can call me L, and I'm the supervisor of floor 0" (Lucy) "This ... a supervisor guardian ... will be 16 years old ... at least apparently, but then where has the dignity gone? Her white panties are on display! " "Hem ... sorry but I can read your mind, I would like to let you know before you have any other strange thoughts, and anyway you are about 16 too, right?" "Oh shit! I have to remember my current condition!" Hecate thought. The old Hecate had numerous abilities and she knew how to use many spells to prevent mind control but to counteract her mind-reading it was enough for her not to dwell on one thing for long except in exceptional cases. "I'm so sorry, I'm really mortified ..." (Hecate) "Yes, it doesn't matter, now let's move on to the important things, you know I have a lot to do like a guardian ... "(Lucy) ~ tremble ~ Hecate had a suspicion but she couldn't think about it too much. "Are you right, then? Do I deserve a reward? May I ask for what?" (Hecate) "Say that you don't know just makes you look more suspicious, you know? It's obvious someone gave you some information!" (Lucy) ~ tremble ~ Hecate’s suspicion had been confirmed to her but she had to hide her thoughts of hers. "Hehe, how naive I am to try to fool a guardian, yes I got a tip, does that make it invalid? "(Hecate) "Oh no, on the contrary, being able to do such a thing without entering the tower is truly commendable, certainly more than those who have succeeded by pure chance ..." (Lucy) ~ fidget ~ "Well let's hurry up, then you can choose your reward from the catalog in front of you" (Lucy) "Please hurry!" thought Lucy. 《Congratulations, you used a spell outside the tower with no supporting tools: choose your reward!》 1st Apricopter shell armor (B-) 2nd Sapphire abyss sphere (C +) 3rd Kit start + (D-) 4th Instant-digital camera (F-) 5th Random Roulette Coupon (?) "..." (Hecate) "..." (Lucy) ~ squirm ~ At least 2 minutes passed but Hecate was reflecting looking into space as Lucy, who was still floating exposing her panties, had perfectly confirmed Hecate's suspicions, that she did everything possible to make reading her thoughts impossible. "Why can't I feel her flow of thought anymore? What's stupid?" Lucy thought naively. "So? Did you choose? (Lucy) "... No, actually I'm really undecided ... I couldn't take more than one object?" "All that you want!" She would have shouted Lucy, but she couldn't. "No, I'm sorry, if it were up to me I'd make an exception ... but unfortunately I can't, you know the rewards are controlled, you can take a maximum of 1, I'm sorry ..." (Lucy) "Oh ... it’s unfortunate, I guess it will take me a while to choose" (Hecate) "Eh? Wait, let's try to meet us, you know if you want I can make an exception, tell me the items you want, I'll take the cheapest one for you from the shop, I'll offer it out of my own, okay?" (Lucy) "Oh really, I don't know how to thank you!" (Hecate) "So what do you want the orb and armor !?" (Lucy) ~ dribble ~ "!!!" (Lucy) "Oh, no, I thought of two other objects, however first of all could you get me out of here? You know even with fantastic objects getting stuck in the well is a bit ... annoying" (Hecate) ~ snap ~ With a snap of their fingers, they were both on the surface, right in front of the city gate. ~ dribble ~ "So what are these objects?" (Lucy) "I feel guilty though ... it's unfair to receive special treatment, you know I'm fine with the possibility of using that thing you call a shop, so when I have money I can personally buy what I want" (Hecate) "... Are you kidding me by chance?" Lucy thought, "Who knows what I can do with this shop" was Hecate's thought, which coupled with the ridiculous request at least gave Lucy the assurance that Hecate didn't know anything about the shop. Using the shop was possible only under certain conditions, for a person not even entering the tower was an unthinkable thing and only after passing rank A, you could use the shop independently, however, Lucy was running out of time, now in the surface, the people were starting to notice her and she had to stay with Hecate until she chose her own reward, she hoped this would happen quickly because otherwise ... "Okay but you can make a maximum of 3 full exchanges ... then take" ~ swoosh ~ Lucy gave three floating marbles to Hecate which she smiled trying not to laugh. ~ dribble ~ ~ dribble ~ Lucy was on the edge, she put a hand on her thigh trying to look natural, she was also involuntarily climbed a bit of altitude. "THEN, did you choose?" (Lucy) "Yes, I would like the camera!" ~ swoosh ~ The digital machine appeared in Hecate's hands. ~ dribble ~ Unfortunately, Lucy had reached her limit, she had fulfilled her duty and now her mind (and her bladder) was free from the chains. ~ click ~ ~ psssssssss ~ "Oh no ... ahhhhhh" (Lucy) ~ ssssssshhh ~ "Huh?" (Lucy) Hecate was 10 feet lower than Lucy pointing the camera exactly under her skirt while two streams of urine descended to the ground splashing lightly the lower part of Hecate's robes, Lucy was impassive (Except for her bladder that kept drowning the now yellowed knickers). Otherwise, as soon as they exchanged glances, Hecate turned and ran to the best of her ability as she launched herself into the city from the gate. Normally Lucy, a supervisor Guardian with near-transcendental abilities and lightning-fast speed could disintegrate or at least block Hecate, but it was too surreal as what had just happened to her and therefore had stood still for about 5 seconds before running at her with a murderous intent that instantly knocked out the guards at the gate but a few centimeters from Hecate was stopped by an invisible barrier (Hecate fell to the ground anyway due to the wind generated by Lucy) exposing to the people inside the town her black panties. "Huff ... huff, I'm sorry my dear Lucy, but in the city, you can't harm me, the tower protects me" (Hecate) Both the guardians and the people could not hurt anyone in the cities, however the guardians except in case of enforcing the order could not even interfere so Lucy couldn’t take the camera to Hecate without violating the rules of the tower "This bastard! How dare you make such a joke on me and think of escaping it! Go out after the citi's gate!" Lucy thought "Oh rest assured that if you don't delete those photos I swear you'll regret it for the rest of your life!" (Lucy) "Oh yeah? Well, anyway, shouldn't you hide such a visible incident? I know that the rules of the tower don't apply here but you know ... a guardian who gets his pants wet, surely you don't make the goddess look good, you can't even make us believe not to be a guardian, that tunic made it clear to all present and you did nothing but attract attention ... " ~ sniff ~ A tear ran down Lucy's right cheek, completely humiliated and mortified, she had now fallen to the ground so as not to attract her attention by keeping her hands on the front of her tunic in direct contact with the warm humidity. Despite her monstrous stats, she not only let herself be humiliated by a little girl but she felt her legs weak as if she were about to fall to the ground and cry screaming in embarrassment, but this time she managed to hold back. ~ snap ~ With a snap of her fingers, her tunic (at least visually) looked dry. "I can't even take your camera ... theft is not allowed in this area ... what a treacherous plan!" Thought Lucy, but then she realized something else. "Hey ... you know I don't want to give you ideas that you may not have thought of but you know ... I wouldn't want to use the shop ... for the real one?" (Lucy) Hecate did not answer, at least non-verbally, "I screwed you my friend" is what Hecate thought and what Lucy felt when reading her mind. "Please ... everything but not that ... I beg you ... they could fire me and let me go back into the tower ... I would lose everything ... delete the photos, I'll do what you want!" (Lucy) "Oh a golden opportunity," thought Hecate (obviously on purpose) "Lucy you know ... I have a particular fetish ... you know I'm a bit ashamed to make you such a request ..." (Hecate) "Tell me, I beg you, I don't judge anyone, I'll do what you want! ... except things that are too heavy" (Lucy) "I would like your panties ... the wet ones" (Hecate) "Oh that's enough, let me see you delete the photos, all of them, and I'll give you the panties" (Lucy) "I don't trust, we make a trade in the shop" (Hecate) "How the fuck do you know these things !? Okay let's hurry up that ... it's getting cold down here ..." (Lucy) "Exchange" Id: 0000001008 <> Id: 0517740230 3x photos <> (drenched) Snowy Field Silk pure white ones (A +) "Before you screw me again, show me how many pictures you took!" (Lucy) "She discovered Me!" Hecate thought (Always deliberately) "Show me up, ah here is written 4 photos in memory, I can read my dear, I will not be fooled by you again!" (Lucy) Id: 0000001008 <> Id: 0517740230 4x photos <> (drenched) Snowy Field Silk pure white ones (A +) "Come on, accept this trade" (Lucy) "Ok ..." (Hecate) 《Exchange completed successfully》 "Well now I'm going to change, you know now it's even colder down here! Repent forever of this crazy idea of yours, you could have taken 2 high-ranking items, you wasted the help of a guardian for such a dirty purpose, one day I'll make you pay for this! " (Lucy) ~ snap ~ ~ swoosh ~ "Hahahahahaha ... Hehehe Haha" (Hecate) Lucy disappeared after a snap of her fingers and Hecate fell to the ground laughing like crazy. ~ dribble ~ "Ooops, I have not to exaggerate ... Hahaha" End (for now) Hello everyone, I hope I have entertained you, I'm sorry there is not much "Omorashi" content, I hope to add more, as always I state that this is a story translated with google from Italian to English so there may be errors or incomplete sense, I apologize in case.
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    A webcomic by Hanomido that's been long overdue for translation. This post is currently just the first two chapters, but I will update with the remaining chapters as they are completed Translation by @EmesiraGimil Editing by me
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  21. Faylee open her eyes. She slowly sits up, she's right now on the ground. She looks around, and there is a lot of people laying on the ground sleeping, but most of them wakes up at the same time as she does. All of them are in a tight fitting white shirt and clear gray leggings. Boys P's and girls slit and breasts are not hidden by the clothes, they are even more alluring or appealing that they would in common clothes. There is also some boys that have a cunt and some girls that have a P too, of course, and in fact some of the beings aren't boy or girl even, but they are still here and in tight clothes, nonetheless. "Hello, what's your name?" A blond girl near her asks. "I'm Faylee. And you?" She replies. "I'm Akira." She answers. "Do you know why we are here for?" "No. But it is really scary tho." Faylee replies, trying to tie correctly her wandering red hairs. Suddenly a door opens, in two parts like in a spaceship lock or something, it looks futuristic and modern. Some figures in armored suits like space soldiers of some sort walks, and the one of the five that are here wears unlike the others that are white, a black helmet that looks terrifying, but at the same time it looks like a black hole, not invisible but really deforming the light coming behind it and looking like a bulb, an effect that don't seems out of context with the soldiers and the door, altho the people are truly scared of it. The time passes slowly, the soldiers watch the people's surprise and fearfulness. "What are we here for?" Someone tries to shout at them. The soldiers look right a him, it's a black plumb guy, in a nerdy shirt. "You don't have the scoring to get that reply for now." A shady voice replies inside the black helmet, in deformed and shatter robotic tone. The silence gets back and scares them all. "What are we going to do?" Faylee subtly asks to Akira. "I guess they would have killed us if they wanted to." She thinks out loud. They look at the soldiers again. "Would you hurt us?" Akira shouts. "That is not the objective of the program." The dark voice replies. "You don't have right to do a thing with us! Bunch of crooks, it is outlawed anything of what you have done to us by far already!" Someone else disproves and gets angry. The hidden figure brings a wand from their back, and point it at the young woman, and the next instant, she is magically lifted up and brought close to the soldiers, then the black helmet does a movement with their arm to put her back on her feet. The crowd is scared of what is going to happen to her. "You have deserved a punishment." The darklord says. "No I'm sorry I-" She panics. The second after the voice spoke they point on her their wand again, a ray sound is hearable, and suddenly her gray leggings starts to get wet from her crotch, her legs get small wet stripes from her private parts and the patch grows more and more. It stop soons after it started, but just enough for everyone of the crowd to have seen what she done. The woman looks down, still unsure about her senses, but she felt it right, her thighs are wet, she gone herself, when everyone is staring a her. She becomes red and feels incredibly humiliated, and starts crying like a kid. Every people are quiet, they have been scared of what could happen to her, then they are comforted that she is okay, but they really wouldn't like to be at her place right now. "I-" She cries, someone in the crowd do like a wow sound or something then she gets angry a bit. "It's not me!! I'm toilet trained!!!" She blushes, and turn at the soldiers. "That is ugly!!" She adds, speaking about what she had been made done. "I wouldn't had thought you would ask for more smites." The dark helmet says. They point on her their wand once more, and a ray sound is hearable. "Your pelvic muscles fitness have been reduced by 50%." The voice adds. "No, please! I'm sorry!! I don't mean it!!!" She cries. The black helmet use their wand to lift the woman and place back where she were. After a little silence, no one interfere with the scene, and the dark helmet takes the voice again. "You are all here for a reason. You can't know why yet. But an advice I would told to you is that you better comply, unless you wanna be humiliated like her." The dark voice explains. The dark helmet strikes the ground with their wand and all people's clothes disappear in a instant. Everyone covers their private parts, altho some don't care at all. Then they do again, and everyone's clothes are back again. The woman that have been punish still have her wet leggings, so the clothes are the same changed. Faylee and Akira didn't had time to look at themselves, otherwise they would be quite red by now. "This is only dusts of what I am capable to do. If you're wandering about your consent, well now you may ask yourself why you accepted already. Some of you received a strange mail. Some a letter. Some a direct well-clear-to-be-read contract, and aren't unhappy to be here. But you all agreed to be. Everything that will or could happen here were not hidden. But like everyone you just don't care about terms and conditions of use. So what ever product you drank or eaten, your felt asleep and your position was shown to us by a plotter, you have consumed the contract and now everything is going to be done. You will know why. But after the program." Everyone feels stupid. They may should have be more cautious of what they are doing with products and stuff. Faylee is scared to provoke the soldiers, but she burns to have more precisions. "But what if we don't complain in long term? I mean I will submit myself of course but if I had made a friend here and they happen to be bad behaving would they be hurt?" She asks. The dark helmet draws their wand right at her, but nothing happens actually. She feels like the dark helmet is opening her mind like we open a book, to see if she is honest, but the spacesoldier only finds in her genuine curiosity and fearness. "The traits of your soul are not mixable with these kind of people anyways. Don't worry Faylee, you will be certainly one of the less scoundrels." She sighs quietly in relief that nothing bad happen for her, and mostly not surprised that they know her name already. Akira looks at her, and she hugs her. "Thank you." She says after receiving the sweet hug. "I really needed this, it is really scary." "Let's stay friends okay? It would be better for us." She answer. Faylee nods yes. Then they focus on the space suits again. "Now we need you to make separated groups. Those who thinks they are fit and can fight well, you go with Mars." The dark voice order. A soldier with a sword on their bust walks sparse from the rest of the soldiers. Some people shyly walks and emerge around them, close to the soldier. "Those who thinks they are good merchants and traders, you go with Hermes." The dark helmet continues. A soldier with a flower on their chest form a group with some of the crowd. Faylee and Akira glance at eachother, but they read in their eyes they won't go there too. "Those who thinks they are smart, you go with Athena." The process repeats, a group of people form a team with a soldier, this one have a tower icon. Faylee looks at Akira, and she knows she's that type, but she wouldn't like to be separated from her new friend. She looks at her a bit sad and sorry. "It's nice! I'm smart too!" Akira smiles at her at her surprise. "What really?" Faylee asks. "Yes. Why? I don't look like a nerd, huh?" She smirks. Faylee blushes, and Akira giggles. They get to the group of people in front of the strategy solider. "Those who likes to create and produce weapons, you go with Hephaestus." The dark voice ends. The last soldier have a hammer on their chest. The four groups start to walks following the corresponding space soldier, and our two friends do the same and stay in the movement. "Don't ever forget I see everything, I feel everything, I hear everything, and I know everything. You better not try to lie to me in anyway. The punishment of your dues will be tremendous." They warn the crowd. After a walking, Faylee and Akira finds themselves in a office area filled with desks. The solder let them here, and close the door, then they sit on a chair in a survey room, that have a glass that show everything happens in the office room. The soldier press a button, and a counter appears on a screen, with red digital number on a black plane. Aside of it there is the sentence "Time before bathroom break:" and the time is 1:59:58 and lowering, means there is two hours before a break, which leads to meaning that they can't leave the room before the time is finished. The computers of the desks turn on, and some colors appears. "Well, I hope you won't need to go too soon then!" Akira says a bit afraid. "I know I will." "No it's okay, maybe we can be fast and finish before the time is up. They will certainly let us a free time after that." She wanders. "I hope so, you're making me having expectations, let's think you said right..." She confess. They come by the desk and look at the computer's screens, there is a game with soldiers and alien giant spiderish-scarabs, attacking a base and some troops. Faylee, strongly attracted to that type of games, grabs the chair and sit in front of an office, eager to know what the space people wants from them. She get her hand on the mouse and the keyboard, and with the arrows she slides the camera around the map. Akira sits, a bit reluctant, not specially attracted to games in general and even more hard games like RTS where only the meta of the game is important and she can't construct enough economy buildings like a city builder she would prefer. They look around the map, and see there is two sides, crossed by a river, the further side of the map is mountainous and the closer is desertic, when they zoom in they can see the tiny units and the huge size of the game. "What do we have to do?" Akira asks. "I don't understand a thing." "Find the base and produce units." Faylee replies. "How to even do that?" She asks clueless. "Press shift." She answer. Akira press a tile of the keyboard and a cyan/light blue base is now at the center of the screen and a spaceship flying over it. Faylee on her side, finds that on the edge of the screen there is a counter of roughly 2 hours 30 minutes with the name of "The Hive Anger", lowering slowly, and nearby there is names of players. "Computer 1", "Computer 2", all that up to the 8 desks there is in the place. She controls herself navy blue units, and that they are all in the same team. "Okay I know what game it is like, it looks quite original to me but the UI is inspiring me confidence, the game looks like Zero-k and Airmech Strike, I know exactly what to do to win." She explains. "Alright, let's try that. I would not like to end like the girl that wet her leggings." She says. "I don't think we would be punish if we lose, but we can't know, still a great idea to try our best." She explains. She select her leader and see its UI, like many games she knows, there is actions, but also the leader can construct on its own. She place a light archer aside of her command center, and after a few seconds, the archer tower is finished. If she would describe it looks a bit like a medieval setup, players start from hunter-gatherers to spacesuited infantry, with archers, tanks, all stuff of human's history. She look at the resources and the fast movements her leader does when she input on her keyboard, and she understand the game is a clever mix between small tactical skirmish battles and global ordering of gigantic armies. "What do I do?" Akira asks. "When you press shift you switch from RTS view to hero-centered camera, you can order units to follow you and get with them to the battlefields." She explains. She grabs a few group of units and get with them exploring the area, but soon enough she see the tanks and rovers are slowed by the sand in the desertic area she comes across. She decides to try to avoid it and follow along the river. She finds the base of AVA on the bridge of the river, a central AI that is colored in red, made of futuristic robots, and is defending itself against aliens. "I request help on sector F5!" The AI send in the chat. After some minutes she finds out that the AI have been made to have pre done messages, when she hits ctrl, a fast call wheel system appears, with that she can ask for defense, help, attack, supply, and everything needed for cooperation. On the top of the User Interface there is the global battle progress, and since they started playing the game it got from 44-56 to 37-63. There is also when she wander her cursor on the bar a strong description of the battle status: numbers of units price used, lost, destroyed, every detail is there. The numbers says she have done 39% of her team's war effort, AVA is 43% and the rest of the 7 others share the 18 lasting percentage, most of them around 2.5 and Akira at 3. She can't stand the pressure of the frontline alone with AVA anymore, and she gets up. "Okay everyone I know how to win this! Just listen to me and we can still win this battle!" She shout. "Why would you know better than me? You're a girl!" A nerdy guy with dirty hairs says. "Well look at my K/D then." She smiles. "You can be sexist if you want, but anyways you're pathetic at the game. So shut your mouth." She zoom out and look at the map. "We need to gather more pressure at the front line via the road. Someone can take initiative to build boats and someone else make more ranged units, so we can stay back a bit, I won't hold much longer alone here." She orders. She can click a key and draws on the map, the plans of her actions. She gets back to her base, and when she select her units, she is amazed. They can hold multiple items in their inventory of 3 slots, they can construct structures and change the terrain shape with axes or pickaxes. She also discovered that when trees' leaves disappear, they have a small chance to drop a sapling behind them, that is possible to plant and obtain a new tree again after a time. Time passes and there is a daylight cycle. She can also plant crops. She glance at the status bar and it is barely holding in place, meaning their team is still flimsy, or lost too many power/time being inefficient early game. She still manage to make her 1800's infantry gunners and canons to survive against the endless waves of aliens, surely helped and healed by AVA, so she hopes the point of end is not reached already. Suddenly, the road in middle of the sector C4 explodes, and a flow of the insectoid aliens get out of the hole. She almost instantly feel the change as the frontline is barely supplied by now. "Well, I thought we were not behind the point of no return, but look like the game it set already." She says glancing at Akira. "Don't don't say that, the game is not finished yet!" She tries to stay confident. Akira tries to build a wall to protect the bridge from the tarantula of the river, while some scarab flies directly on the bridge and attack them. "I would like help Faylee!" She says a bit overloaded by the pressure of the frontline. Akira clenches her legs together and wiggles them, she don't actually realize as she is strongly concentrated on the game but she does have to pee. The stress of the situation is a bit accelerating her bladder fillment, and it's not like she is the strongest when it comes to capacity at the first place. Faylee needs to go a bit too, but less than her. "I'm here!" She comforts her. She observe her soldiers wearing elytras and landing right by her side, switching to their rifle and shoot at the monsters that explodes on the attacks. "Thank you!" She replies. Faylee wander on the map and tries to understand how the monsters could seize the point after the bridge without going by the frontline. After a moment studying how the camera works she find that there is a level, the ground is not a plane, she seen it could be edited at its surface but now she can enter the hole of where the monsters came from, and see that the came is in 3 dimensions, she can lead the free camera inside the cave a bit but the fog of war retrain her sight. She decides to send an expedition after researching the oil prospector, to sense the gallery the enemy made. She lead well an army helped by some other players while Akira and some of the rest of players tries to stand on their own at the surface. Then Akira touch her shoulder, which makes her get out of the game for a bit. "What?" She asks to Akira's red blushing face. "I really really gotta go now..." She says. "I have to pee so bad..." She confess to her friend. "Oh no..." She looks at the clock, it is only 30 minutes from the end. "You almost made it yet... But if you can't hold it anymore, I guess you should just let go." She advices her. "Yes, I really would like to, but we are not able to take the bathroom break already." She says. "Indeed, just go yourself right now." She tells her. "What? No! I don't wanna be all wet. And mess the furnitures also." She denies. "What are you scared of, just get off you leggings a bit, pee your chair or on the floor, no one will know, and it's a plastic chair and the false flooring." She tap on the ground with a feet. The material is linoleum wood pattern flooring, she knows that because her shoes do less noises than on actual wood. "Well. I don't think I would hold it any much longer anyway." She admit. "Wait, I've seen a water dispenser over there, I can help you pee in a cup if you wanna." She proposes. "You would do that for me?" Akira is surprise. "Yes. It's not much. In fact, it arouses me a lot." Confess Faylee. "Oh I see. Now that you mention it it gets me going too." She smirks. "I'm your pee pet so, huh?" She giggles. "Shhh!" She puts a finger on her mouth. "We wouldn't want the headmaster to know we can't be punished!" She says quietly. "But we can still tho. It would be humiliating to be wet in front of everyone." She is afraid of that. "Well, it slightly turns me on to be forced to wet in front of everyone like how they did to the girl early, I have something that is called a pee fetish, I like every things around it, wetting, holding, stuff, but really don't talk to anyone about it okay? The dark being is certainly gonna find a way to hurt me if they know and I don't want that, I'll act like I'm humiliated whenever they would punish me so I'm not actually feeling bad. You would keep me my secret right?" She asks. "Yes, of course. And you will help my pee-needing-self to find a way to relieve me." Akira says. "Deal." Faylee replies with a smiles.
  22. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    @Attica commissioned a second installment into this Warcraft-esque series, and ooh it's getting spicier! This one was a lot of fun since I don't do a lot of character-interaction based images --- let alone comics! (That and I'm a sucker for cozy cabins, lol.)
  23. You’ve been granted 3 wishes by a magic lamp, how do you use them to fulfil your omo fantasies?
  24. From the album: Rolo: Sketches

    Looks like she couldn't quite make it. She doesn't seem too pleased about it...
  25. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    A commission from Maniack on Twitter~! I don't do a lot of intentional wettings, so this was a really fun one to work on! The beach isn't even my favorite kind of vacationing-spot... but if it involved a show like this, I might change my mind!
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