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  1. Hello friends! This is where I will be posting short-form ideas that do not expand into full fanfics. I post them in general because they're not structured/long enough to be fics, I don't think. This is my third time posting omo content online, so I'm still very new. Criticism is welcomed but please be nice about it. Also, some of this will involve sex. anyway, getting us started. so in your typical fantasy setting, elves are usually thought to be more resilient/stronger/can go longer without attending to their bodily needs than humans, right? I'm thinking of that with omo. Elven royalty training to hold for as long as possible, their poor tormented bladders swelling to the size of basketballs, even beach balls, able to hold a solid few gallons before they finally have to go. Imagine the bladder bulges, standing out firmly against their normally toned stomachs. Imagine elven royalty having perfect composure even when they've got two or three gallons of water contained in them. Now imagine them being pushed past their limits even then, sweat breaking across delicate brows, toned thighs beginning to tremble, toes beginning to curl. Imagine the quiet "... Could you please, if it's not too inconvenient, tell me where I can find a chamber pot?" when they really can't hold anymore. Imagine them being refused and faced with either finding it themselves and possibly offending their hosts or soaking delicate silks and velvets with literal gallons of pee. Or imagine the host being kind and showing them a real chamber pot, but it's just too small to hold all of their waters, and they have to try and stop their stream, wait for the servants to empty their chamber pot, then finish. Imagine them having to do that multiple times. Or maybe the host has to borrow a large bucket or cauldron or barrel for them to go into, if they value their comfort that much/are that kind. Imagine the relief when they finally do find somewhere appropriate to pee, a full five minutes of gushing and holding back moans, determined not to humiliate themselves more than they already have. Or, with average elves, human friends/lovers/co-adventurers seeing their elven compatriots' bulges for the first time, not as big as the bulges of royals of course, but still able to retain a solid gallon. Imagine how shocked and surprised they are. I bet they would probably push the elf in question to just find a tree or bush or alley or something, not to torment themselves in this way. Unless, of course, they told them to hold it more. See how big that sucker can get. Imagine an elven adventurer visiting the home of a gnome or halfling and having to hold it the whole time because the bladder size difference is so great. Imagine the gnome/halfling/fairy/other short race just telling them to go in the garden if they find out. Or imagine them lining up three to six chamber pots for them to use and the elf having to crab walk from one to the other in order to fully empty themselves Of course, your average elf probably wouldn't be as resistant to just going in the woods/garden/whatever as elven royalty, so there's more opportunities for peeing in things that aren't toilets, if you're into that like I am. Also has opportunities for hurt/comfort after a wetting, if you're into that--"I'm an elf, I'm not supposed to soil myself like this!" "Don't worry, *elf-friend's name*, even you aren't invincible, you just pushed yourself too hard. Let's get you nice and clean and we won't worry about this anymore." There are opportunities for messing, too, if you're one of those who believes elves eat a plant-based (and high in fiber) diet. Also, imagine how much a bladder bulge of a few gallons would jiggle and bounce and slosh when the elf moves. Pure torment, I bet
  2. Geist

    Where it all began

    The work Hanomido chose as the one he wouldn't be here today without
  3. Version 0.1.0

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    Well howdy y'all. When's the last time I updated / posted content? I don't know to be honest, it's been a while. Anyways, this is something that I've been working on. It's more a proof of concept demo for the actual project, but I'm going go ahead and write that LoL fanfiction I've been meaning to for awhile before really nailing down a lot of the specifics of this thing. Basically I'm putting this out there so that people know it's something in progress and hopefully to get some feedback on whether anything already implemented is broken for anybody. As with all content I create, there are references incorporated. Some are subtle. Some should be painfully obvious. See if you can spot them all. I'd appreciate any comments / suggestions regarding currently implemented features and the todo list. Current Version: 1) Right now everything is scripted. It's basically just and interactive demo. 2) Character attributes / skills are not currently implemented. Whatever is in there right now is default MV. 3) There's no sound except for the default MV sounds. (I did choose a different theme for the title page, but that's it.) Todo List: 1) Finalize the attribute system / menus. 2) Actually mess with the sounds. 3) Customize character status pages. 4) Create time based desperation system. 5) Create standing picture graphics. 6) Continue the story.
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  4. 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.
  5. 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...
  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. GUESS WHO FINALLY GOT THEIR POSTING PRIVILEGES? No more waiting a week and a half for mods to approve my posts for this bitch! I am getting into omo writing. All of these will be in the same universe. This post will be an introduction. These stories, mostly short and nonlinear, will focus on a King, Garnet III, his Queen, Cordelia, and the harem they keep (and yes, it is shared). Fantasy setting. The kingdom, Riverkeep, is small but peaceful. There are some other kingdoms nearby, one of which, Helmsmount, is experiencing some political strife. As a result, some dissidents have sought shelter in Riverkeep (this will be important later). It is in a fairly temperate region with hot summers and cold winters. The harem dwellers are kept in plush conditions, and are given plenty of jewelry and other finery to wear. In the summer, they're encouraged to wear little else. Normally, they get five pee/poop breaks a day, called toilet passes or potty passes, that they can use whenever they want, with these breaks resetting daily at midnight (they can plead for more if they're really desperate, but may be refused). Unlimited breaks are given only in the case of illness or significant injury. The toilets themselves are mostly variations on the chamber pot, although other options will be used. Main characters include: King Garnet Mid thirties. Considered rather handsome. His skin is tan and smooth, and his body is toned from athletic training and a good diet, with a bit of pudge on the belly, but not very much. His hair is dark and curly, and shines brown in the sun. His eyes are dark and, in the right light, his eyes look almost wine-red. Fond of women with MILFy builds, and skinny twinks and femboys. Considered a capable leader due to his care for domestic issues Charismatic, wise, intelligent, all that that makes a good leader Average bladder, but good at making it seem bigger than it is by managing his fluid intake. Maximum hold time is between eleven to thirteen hours. Will not urinate outside of his private pot unless there are quite literally no other options other than clothing. Dislikes even doing it in front of Cordelia. Queen Cordelia: Late twenties. Curvy build, with large hips, a round butt, and breasts around the side of a large orange or smaller grapefruit. Fairer skin than her husband. Brown eyes that have been described as honey-colored or amber. Her hair is long, wavy, blue-black, and well cared for. She has shapely, plush lips and is fond of lipstick. Not a lot of body hair, but the carpet matches the drapes, and is thick. Several harem members attempted to shave it all off one time and it took the better part of an hour before it was all gone. Empathetic and a little daft Big bladder. Max holding time around eighteen hours. Will urinate in front of those who desire to see it, but never where anyone else could see her--no public latrines, alleyways, or bushes. If she's travelling, she has to have a servant bring her chamber pot and set up a special tent. Even then, she doesn't like it. Flint: Male harem member. Late twenties. Smooth tan skin, with some pink scarring, mostly on his back. Dark brown, straight hair just past his shoulders. Gray eyes. Strong build, hint of abs. This next point mentions violence, so it's under a read more. It's backstory. Is subservient to Cordelia and almost excessively chivalrous to her Intelligent, appreciates that Garnet is the same. Has some trauma from his ejection from Helmsmount. The best remedy is either "quality time" (wink wink) with Cordelia or a nice long talk with Jim. Average cock, a bit long and thin. Pubes soft and fine. Slight happy trail. Average bladder. Maximum hold time is around twelve hours. Will urinate in public, but would rather use a toilet if one is available. Jim: Male harem member. Late thirties. Pale skin. Dirty blond hair that's a bit shaggy. Has a beard of the same color. Plenty of body hair to match, especially on his chest, abdomen and around his genitals. Prominent happy trail and thigh hair. Speaking of genitals, his are very large, both in length and girth. You can see it through his pants sometimes. It's also a nice-looking cock, with a good color and shape. Solid build, with a slight dad bod and strong arms. Fatherly disposition, took Flint under his arm because he thought "the lad looked lost" Very large bladder. Maximum hold time around twenty-four hours. He managed that only once, and with extensive leaking. Genuinely enjoys peeing, too. Has little shame about public urination--"we all gotta go." Rosemarie: Female harem member. Early twenties. Slender build, not much muscle, not much fat. Redheaded, but no freckles. Green eyes. Hair is a bit above shoulders. Smaller breasts--maybe the size of a lemon. Very, very attracted to Cordelia Hotheaded disposition. Irritates easily. Can be needy. Very subservient to Cordelia. Prefers to watch others pee, especially Cordelia. Will drink pee. Pubes are soft and fine, with no happy trail or thigh fuzz. Small bladder. Maximum hold time around six hours. Usually needs a pee at night. Frequently has to pee in a bucket or in the harem-members' exercise yard due to running out of potty passes. Due to this, has no shame in peeing in front of others. Background characters will be present. This may be edited later. First story post! This one's very x rated lol As soon as Garnet entered, the lovers swarmed around him. One lover took his crown and laid it carefully aside. Another unbuttoned his tunic and helped him out of it. Yet a third took his pants and shoes. A fourth gently pulled his undergarments from him, leaving him bare. A red silk robe was drawn about his shoulders, and he was led to a large round mattress dressed in velvet, where he lay down, sighing heavily at the lack of weight. He let his eyes close for a moment. A kiss was placed on his nose. “Would you like to be taken to your bed, your majesty?” He sighed. “No… no. I am merely a bit drained. Where is Cordelia?” The girl, slim and bare-breasted with piercings of ruby in each nipple, bit her soft lip. He recognized her as Lila, a new-ish addition. “... I know not. Would you like me to summon her?” Garnet sighed. “Yes. After that, come right back… I think I would like to play with those piercings you have.” She giggled. She sent for a servant, then came back, sitting next to him and baring her large chest. He carefully turned the piercings around within her soft pink nipples, marvelling at how they caught the light. She squeaked and squealed as he manipulated her soft buds. “... I think I will make someone breed you,” he murmured. “I think I would like to see those pretty breasts of yours full of milk.” She flushed. “Why… thank you, my lord.” Another presence approached the bed. Garnet looked up. “Cordelia. How nice to see you. Come, sit with me.” He sent Lila away with a wave of his hand. Cordelia sat, carefully. “You wanted to speak to me?” “I wanted to be with you,” Garnet sighed. “Has this day not been stressful? I thought we could perhaps have some time together.” “I… well…” She swallowed. “I… yes, I do love spending time with you.” He held his arms out. “Come to me.” She lay back into his arms, then squeaked and flinched hard, clenching her thighs. “What is wrong?” “I… I have been… I have not had the chance to pass urine all day…” She whimpered. “... I need to go so badly… I have been holding it since this morning. My lady parts are throbbing so badly. Please, I would do anything for a chamber pot!” She writhed, humping his leg. “I want you here,” Garnet replied, stroking her hair. “‘Tis not the same if it isn’t you. Can you hold it in?” One of the lovers, a girl named Rosemarie, laid a hand on Cordelia’s hip. “Allow me to assist, my lady.” “What do you mean?” Rosemarie stroked Cordelia’s hip tenderly. “It would be an honor, my lady, if you used my mouth to relieve yourself.” Cordelia initially looked like she wanted to refuse, then another wave of desperation struck. She gripped her lady-parts and writhed hard. “... Be quick! I do not know how much longer I can last!” Rosemarie gently guided Cordelia onto her back, spreading her legs and opening her robe. Rosemarie’s breath carded softly through Cordelia’s thick muff. Cordelia felt her pee hole quiver. Warm lips settled on her core, around her pee hole, and suckled tight. She moaned. “Now,” Garnet said. “Let go.” Cordelia focused. A strong tingling sensation jetted up into her abdomen as the pressure released. Her warm stream trickled over Rosemarie’s tongue. “Ooooh…” Rosemarie hummed. Her tongue laved against Cordelia’s core. The tingling in Cordelia’s lady parts burst into an incredible pleasure. Her clit throbbed. Her thighs quivered, opening wide and then wider. Rosemarie pushed her tongue against Cordelia’s clit just as her pee-stream hit its peak. The pee teased against her from the back, and Rosemarie’s tongue from the front, and between the two, the pleasure made her see stars. Just then, Garnet pinched both of her soft pink nipples, and that was her undoing. She came with a moan that resonated around the wooden paneled walls and off the velvet furnishings. When she came to, Rosemarie was gently wiping her lady-parts clean with a warm wet rag, and Garnet was sitting above her, smiling. She pouted, giving Garnet a wifely Look. Garnet just laughed. “Love you, Lia.” She grumbled. “Love you too.”
  8. This is a piece I wrote for someone, just thought of sharing it here for the ladies who might be interested. Apologies if it is not good enough. Happy New Year 2018 to all! Enjoy! ---- Athena, The Lady of Thesox loved watching men desperate to pee. All her life, she had dreamt of controlling a man’s piss. Having absolute authority over a man’s bladder. After her husband, the lord passed away, leaving behind five children in her safety, Athena had found herself busy with the duties of being a mother and the lady of a vast kingdom. But now that her children were busy with themselves, it left Athena with the time to explore her fantasies. Lady Athena declared an open challenge, “I hereby declare that I will award a large castle and a beautiful wife to any man who would dare to accept my challenge of holding his piss until I give him the discretion to release his waters...” The word spread like wildfire through the country, but no man dared to accept the challenge. Several days passed but to Lady Athena’s great dismay, no one stepped up to confront her. But then, a fortnight later, a man named Malcolm visited her castle. “I accept your challenge!” he said. “Oh, but remember, once you participate, you can only quit if I give you the permission, and not before” Lady Athena smirked. “I accept your challenge my lady” Malcolm said, “I have a large bladder.” “Very well then, the challenge will start tomorrow, get a good night’s sleep” she said, “I shall see you in the morning.” Malcolm was shown to his chambers by the servants. The next morning, when Malcolm visited the grand hall of the castle, he found Lady Athena already waiting for him there, with a large tub of lukewarm water that had vapours of steam rising from it. “From today on, each day, you’ll drink a hundred and ninety litres of water in the morning. An elephant drinks this much in the entire day, so I guess it will be good for you as starters” Athena smiled haughtily, almost expecting Malcolm to be shocked at the amount she had mentioned but the man stood defiant. Gulping the lump in his throat, he began drinking from the tub with the help of a jug. And after two hours of continuous drinking, the man was finished with the tub. “Looks like you have finished it all! Good, that’ll ready you for a big pee” Lady Athena smiled. It was true, Malcolm’s stomach felt bloated with all the water and he knew, such a large quantity would make him piss like an elephant. But he wasn’t worried. With his bladder capacity, needing to pee was never an issue. Lady Athena and Malcolm spent the morning in the church and during the lunch hours, she had her servants serve Malcolm with sixty litres of hot barley tea. That was too much liquid going inside his bladder and Malcolm was beginning to get worried if he’d be able to hold it till Lady Athena wanted him to. But with hesitation, he drank down all the tea given to him and hoped it wouldn’t make him want to pee badly. But while Lady Athena was enjoying the desperation Malcolm was facing, another problem was brewing inside the stable of her castle. Oros was a majestic and powerful centaur that Lady Athena had as her pet and her protector. The being though thoughtful and intelligent, was kept in the stable along with the horses. He was gifted to the Lady by a fabled conjuror and would only listen to commands from Athena. Each morning and evening, the lady would take the centaur out of the castle for a piss as the other servants were scared to go even near the fiend. But since the last two days, the lady had completely forgotten about her pet. “Where is my lady? She hasn’t visited me in two days...” the centaur asked a servant nearby who happened to be feeding the horses. “Well she’s busy with a guest” he answered before walking away with a stack of hay in his hands. Oros held the chain around his neck and sighed in dismay before settling down to the ground. Each day, the being was given four hundred and fifty litres of water to drink, which meant, he already had over nine hundred litres in his bladder. But his vessel was huge and Oros knew he could hold longer if needs be, but not much longer. Inside the stone walls of the castle, Malcolm was beginning to feel the first signs of his filling bladder but he was confident he could wait. Athena could see the first signs of a bladder bulge beginning to form in Malcolm’s midriff. She invited him for a walk in the gardens, hoping some movement would help him digest all that liquid quicker. She noticed the man walked a bit weirdly, but then what could she expect from a person containing over two hundred and fifty litres of liquid in his stomach. In the evening, Malcolm was served, fifteen litres of milk along with thirty five more litres of water. The man was trembling at the liquid intake. “My lady, I just wanted to know how long will this challenge last?” Malcolm asked, placing a hand on his rapidly filling bladder. “Until I am sure that you have the biggest bladder, this challenge will go on” Lady Athena smirked. She could see his bladder distinctly bulging over his breeches and she knew he had some serious pressure building up, much to her amusement. Little did Lady Athena know that her day was going to get much busier though. A huge blow of trumpets from the courtyard announced the arrival of Prince Noah to the castle. The Prince had travelled all the way to Lady Athena’s castle far up north to take an account of the law and order in her state. “Very welcome my prince, it is a great honour to have you as our guest” the lady greeted. “I am pleased my lady, could you please show me to my chambers, it has been a long and cold journey and I would like to have some rest” the Prince said. Lady Athena personally showed the Prince to his chambers and once alone the Prince made his way straight to the privy. Though in his mid thirties, the prince was a strong and muscular man who drank plenty of water each day. Since the morning, the prince charming had drunk over two hundred litres of pure water, and a large amount of honey water and lemonade. But unfortunately for the Prince, when he tried to open the large wooden door of his privy, it refused to budge. It was jammed. The Prince thought of telling Lady Athena of the problem but then decided against it, as it was thought to be a matter of great disgrace for a monarch to tell someone about their need to relieve themselves. The Prince went downstairs to have his supper, but much to his annoyance and frustration, the servants poured him mug after mug of hard cold beer. Lady Athena wondered what a big pee the prince would take after all that beer, and decided to feed the same amount to Malcolm who was sitting right next to her at the table. By the time the dinner was done, both Prince Noah and Malcolm had drunk over twenty large mugs of beer, and Lady Athena was pleased to think of how much Malcolm’s bladder would fill over the course of the night. Noah however was absolute about not disclosing his problem to Lady Athena. So the Prince quietly went to bed, hoping to find a solution to his problem the next day.
  9. (Hi everyone! I'm back again with a second attempt at an interactive story! This one has a lot more story though. I'm leaving these open-ended though. I might put certain choices, but mostly it will be all up to you. I know this isn't the place to say it, but try to make your answers and stuff make sense. Hard to work with an answer that wont make sense. If there's a tie in answers I'll decide which one goes. It'll usually be the one that advances the plot more. Thanks for reading this!) The Plot: Saria's life is a big part of this I say.. But the big later on story is...: Saria stumbles upon a mysterious book and gets pulled into an ancient world. The world is facing a big threat so it's up to Saria and her party members to save it. Chapter 1: A terrible night's sleep. The time was 10 PM, Saria laid in her bed trying to fall asleep. Her mind kept drifting from the sound of her parents arguing to the sound of the water running upstairs. She felt the need to pee, but she really didn't want to leave her room with her parents arguing. She was so glad to be moving out soon. The screaming got worse and worse. Her parents used to be happy together... What changed? After an hour or two, she managed to fall asleep, but she woke up at 3:24 AM to a warm wet feeling in between her legs and all over the bed. Saria quickly jumped up, but she couldn't stop herself her pee continued to flow out until she shoved her fingers into her pee-hole. This never has happened before, sure she's used to going to sleep while needing to pee, but it never leaks. Her pajamas are soaked and she doesn't know what to do. Her bed is soaked. She decides to waddle to the bathroom making sure to do it very quietly. Even though she was 19 her parents still hated her being awake late. They would surely punish her for being awake this late. Saria makes it to the bathroom, but the door is locked. She's not sure why, until she glances around the area and sees shattered dishes and scratches on the wall. Saria's mom was hiding herself in the bathroom. Saria sighed and walked back to her room. Their upstairs bathroom was in the middle of being worked on so the door was definitely locked. Saria still had to pee badly. She didn't know what to do. What should Saria do? You guys get to choose what she does. Open-ended. Plot advancers: 1.) Finish peeing in clothes 2.) Try to hold it until morning 3.) Knock on the bathroom door 4. Go pee outside (The plot advancers guarantee the story moves on. Your choices usually will as well. These act as recommendations in case you can't think of anything. I have a lot of lore and decisions planned. I encourage everyone who reads this to vote on something. It'll make the story better and more frequent. That's it.)
  10. Writer's block is a weird thing. On one hand you can't come up with anything meaningful to put down on paper - physical or virtual - but on the other hand it forces your mind to stray and come up with new, sometimes different, ideas. Some of those are really intriguing and end up becoming their own stories. Well, I have an unfinished story on this site and it's been close to a year since I did anything with it. I cannot for the life of me figure out what to do next, and until I do I still want to write. So, in a patch of boredom and inspiration, I've decided to write something else instead! This is intended to be a longer story, so expect parts to come in batches when time permits. It's gonna have lots of diapers and peeing (an outlandish claim for this forum, I know!), and lots of similarly-themed materiel, but the focus is not necessarily on these aspects. Forewarning - if you just want wetting and embarrassment there's a lot to chew through between those parts, but there will be several in every "chapter", guaranteed or your money back. So without further ado, prepare yourself for the sci-fi adventure of a padded lifetime, a look into the mysterious ways of the greatest warriors on Earth (and their obsessive drive that leads to a most curious of unintentional results)! ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ CHAPTER I - The Girls Are Training Naomi's mouth was drier than the deserts beyond the palace, but the same could not be said for her attire. Sweat had been dripping down her sides for what felt like hours as she continued running laps, over and over and over again, and her drenched exercise pants clung to her thighs for dear life. The sun beat down mercilessly, but she still felt a keen kinship with it - it was still kinder to her than Instructor Thembeka. "Naomi!" her teacher snapped angrily from a few hundred yards away. "The King needs his Knights; step it up!" "I serve-" Naomi exhaled. She knew in her heart it wouldn't be heard that far away, and taking as deep a breath as her lungs would allow she forced a shout. "I serve!" She forced her legs to keep running. They felt like they were on fire but she knew they'd be in far more pain if she dared to stop. The Flowering Knights had a godly reputation to uphold and naught but the grandest of efforts would even begin to satisfy its instructors. Until Naomi collapsed she would be in danger. A tingle of anticipation flowed through her veins. She loved that feeling of danger, of pushing her body too far. It was glorious, a struggle! Palesa always sneered at this and called her an endorphin junkie, but Naomi didn't care what the other trainee thought. The Flowering Knights wanted her best? She'd give it to them. At the jumbling of her own footfalls, the girl was reminded of the pressure on her bladder, but immediately shoved this thought aside. As an aspirant Flowering Knight she had one duty: to protect the King and his people, in that order. All else was secondary. That included potty training. Years ago, when a much younger Naomi walked the Earth... Naomi was just a schoolgirl when her first day in the Flowering Knights trainee program began. Her mother was one of the best of these godly individuals, renowned throughout the land as the King's favored Knight - his One-Eyed Bulldog. That made a lot to live up to, even as a young child, but Naomi liked a challenge. There was no one that did not know the name of the Flowering Knights - men feared them, women adored them and the King championed them, but only the greatest of women could join their ranks. For a girl like Naomi there wasn't even a hint of hesitation at being forced by her mother to go for it. Decision or not, she was excited and ready to go. Many people lived their lives searching for meaning, but the Flowering Knights were meaning. Icons, every one! Standing in the gymnasium were the other trainees, girls of similar age but none of whom Naomi was familiar with. None of them looked like much special, just your usual schoolgirls from around the kingdom. She felt the sneering glares from several others, most likely at the fluffy ears atop her head. Naomi had been born with the blessing of Samesmelting, melded with the spirit of a wild creature. Supposedly it would grant her wisdom and strength beyond the limits of her human body, and in exchange the appearance of its features upon her. It wasn't necessarily uncommon, but it still drew the stares of enough people to make anyone feel embarrassed. Naomi was. She felt her fox ears fold back in shame, looking away. She didn't want to make any enemies before her first lesson had even begun, but it was almost unavoidable at this point - the people would do it for her. "Hey fox ears!" one of them sauntered up to her. "Got a name?" "Naomi," came the whispered reply. She was shy, and unfortunately knew where this was going. The loudmouthed girl looked her up and down. "Eww. Can't believe they let you in here without a leash." A pair of students nearby started snickering to themselves, covering their mouths and looking away. Naomi's face flushed crimson. It wasn't the first time she'd heard that kind of taunting but she'd never gotten used to it. A harsh response formed in her mouth but she held it back: confrontation would certainly get her in trouble. Her mother had warned her before the day started: Don't get on the bad side of your teachers, Naomi, the One-Eyed Bulldog had warned. Your peers can hate you all they want, but so long as you stay in the good graces of your instructors you'll be fine. "I'll be fine," Naomi mumbled halfheartedly. It gave her some small semblance of comfort, even in a time such as this. "What was that?!" the bully snapped. She seized Naomi by the shoulders and shook her back and forth. "You? Fine? How about the rest of us? No one said they'd be letting in some animal! You're probably not even house-trained!" A booming voice tore through the room, echoing off the walls. "Trainees, stand!" Every girl immediately froze in place, turning to face the new arrival. It was a rather buff woman, bearing the ornate dress of the Flowering Knights. A lapel pin indicated her as an instructor, and once this was realized the students formed a single-file line. The instructor approached, folding her hands behind her back and pacing up and down the line. "Hmm...I want to say you're a sorry-looking bunch and you'll never make it. That's what my teacher told me when I wore your shoes, but here I am. That alone should be proof that your road can be tread, be it paved with broken glass!" There was a slight pause while this sunk in. "This will hurt, a lot, but you can succeed. I will make sure of it! Every single one of you can become a Flowering Knight." The woman spun suddenly and barked out, "My name is Thombeka! I am your instructor and you will refer to me as such! Now then, who among you knows the creed of the FW?" No one rose their hand and an uncomfortable silence formed. Thombeka's eyes narrowed and looked back and forth for someone to call out, and all at once she pointed. "You! Name!" A girl nearby squeaked in surprise. "Imka!" Thombeka huffed. "Alright Imka, good on you for volunteering. Now then, what is your new creed?" Imka stuttered, starting to say something unintelligible. In that moment, Naomi felt an overwhelming need to act, and she felt herself speaking with newfound confidence: "We serve the King, and the people of his country!" There was an audible swish as Thombeka's head swiveled over. The woman peered and approached with outlandish footsteps until she stood directly over Naomi. "Hmm...name." "Naomi," her confidence vanished. She felt a very small trickle of warmth in her underwear as she leaked, barely catching herself. Her entire body shivered in anticipation, realizing that she had potentially interrupted one of the most important women in all the land. "Ahhhhh," the instructor exhaled, slowly transforming into a chuckle of her own. "The daughter of OEB. I should have figured that the One-Eyed Bulldog would bring up a girl with audacity. Runs in her blood!" Thombeka's grizzled face relaxed as she looked over the rest of the students. "All of you, say it!" "We serve the King, and the people of his country!" The chorus was chaotic and pathetic, and Naomi's ears winced at hearing it. "Together!" Thombeka barked. It took a few more tries, but finally all the girls said it together. "We serve the King, and the people of his country!" Thombeka clapped her hands once. "Better. Make no mistake - you are now a team, part of the sisterhood second in all the land only to the King himself. If you want to uphold that creed then you will work together. You do not have to like one another to do it." The instructor started chuckling sardonically at this. "And until your actions and words endanger your creed, none of your instructors will stop you." Someone raised their hand. Thombeka pointed her out. "Name." "Palesa, Ma'am," came the reply. Naomi didn't need to look to know that voice - the bully that had called her out earlier. She felt her lips purse in frustration. If this was about her Samesmelting... Thombeka folded her arms. "Okay, Palesa - what is your question?" "I need to use the toilet. May I go?" The girl's voice had grown significantly sweeter compared to the exchange with Naomi earlier. "No," Thombeka replied without missing a beat. "You're in training right now." When the student looked confused and horrified, Thombeka sighed in irritation. "Your creed is to protect the King and then his people, in that order. Everything else is of secondary consideration." Palesa stammered. "What does-" "That means," the instructor cut her off. "That your training as an aspirant Flowering Knight is the most important part of your life for the foreseeable future. Training, training! You must become strong like a lion, faster than the wind and sweet as honey! These things will make you an FW and ensure you can uphold your promise to your king!" The woman leaned in closer, a hardened look on her face. "I will make sure you are able to do so. It's my duty now to train the next Flowering Knights and ensure our creed will continue!" She pointed accusingly at Palesa. "Your King is in danger right this moment! Will the enemy wait for you to take a tinkle and calm your embarrassment?" Palesa didn't answer at first, but a glower from Thombeka fixed that. "My duty is to protect the King!" "Correct! So you will ignore the protestations of your body - if you are sore, you will persevere. If you are tired, you will force yourself to continue. If you have to pee, you will hold it or you will go - I do not care, and neither does anyone in the Flowering Knights. But, you will never stop in your promise. Is that clear?" There was dead silence in the room. Naomi heard her heart beating in her eardrums. The truth was, she'd already been exposed to this type of lifestyle, at least partially, by her mother. She'd never fully been potty trained herself, much to her embarrassment. She was usually fine with the flaw but she was certain the other girls would make her life hell for it. Her mother had insisted it was a problem that would solve itself. Naomi didn't believe that in the moment - it sounded more like everyone else would be forced to share her problem instead. Palesa's voice sounded pale, almost sick to her stomach. "I...yes Ma'am." There was a sharp inhale from Thombeka. "There's no place for humiliation and embarrassment if you want to succeed on the field of battle. The sooner its beaten out of your system, the better. If you're worried about making a mess on the floor, then I commend your sense of cleanliness. Ask any of your instructors for help - you're more than welcome to wear diapers if you so choose." Again, silence. Taking that as no-further-questions, Thombeka continued. "Now then - let's start off simple. Jumping jacks, begin!" The instructor immediately started in with the exercise, and without any further input the girls began to follow suit. Oh, that was a mistake. The PT didn't just start, it never stopped - Thombeka kept going, and going, and going and going and going. Soon the trainees were huffing and puffing, gasping for breath and flapping their arms with exhaustion. After countless minutes, Thombeka stopped. "Alright, sit ups. Find a partner and begin. I'll let you know when you're allowed to stop and switch. We start in sixty seconds." The girls did their best to scatter, too tired to debate and be choosy. Somehow still, most found a way to acquire a sit-ups partner before Naomi could ask. Soon it looked like it was down to just her and Palesa. She was about to consign herself to this defeat when someone gently fluffed her foxy ears from behind. "I need a partner still..." someone said meekly. Not recognizing the voice, Naomi turned her head and met herself eye-to-eye with Imka. Feeling a flood of relief, Naomi bobbed her head up and down in agreement. The two assumed the position. Imka offered to start, which Naomi was only too happy to allow. Her limbs still burned, and any chance to rest was welcome, even if that meant keeping her potential friend stabilized so she could sit up and down repeatedly. Small effort was preferable to exhaustive effort. Imka whispered. "Hey, thanks for speaking up for me back there." It took Naomi a moment to realize what the girl meant. "Yeah, anytime!" She did her best to smile, but felt awkward in so doing. There was a gruff noise from nearby: the instructor. "Speak freely amongst yourselves, girls: your attempts to hide your words irritates my ears. You will know when I demand your silence." The two girls looked at one another before giggling a bit. It wasn't much, but it was the start of a friendship, and that was good enough for Naomi. Finally, she had one person that seemed decent she could rely on. It was just under ten minutes later before they were given the go-ahead to switch. Imka was breathing heavily and delighted to have an opportunity to tag out. Soon Naomi found herself crunching. She tried to focus and steady her breathing, synchronizing with her ups and downs until she settled in on a rhythm. Music was a pattern of life and it would help her here. If the last jaunt was any indication it would be at least five or ten minutes until she could catch a break. Thirteen minutes after, Naomi began to realize the importance of volunteering to go first, even when exhausted. She sucked air through her teeth, noticeably slower than before, as the droning lecture of her instructor continued. "You can go slower if that's all you can do, but you will not stop. Not yet!" As Naomi crashed onto her back once more she heard a trickling sound from her left, and one of her ears twisted on instinct to get a better listen. It sounded like water being poured nearby, but she remembered her predicament and sat back up instead of focusing. Getting singled out by Thombeka would- "Eek!" someone to her left yelped, and there was a scuffling noise. The instructor was on them in a moment as everyone sat up to look. Palesa lay on her back, doing her best to cover her shorts with both hands as a small puddle slowly spread out from under her. The poor girl's exercise partner was on her rear, scooting backwards to outrun the wet danger. Thombeka roared: "Name!" "Palesa!" "Noxolo!" The instructor but her hands to her hips. "Why did you stop?" When no one answered, she continued. "Oh no, your comrade wet herself and your shins might get dampened. The King is in danger and you swore to protect him! What do you do?!" "We serve the King," both girls replied shakily, and Noxolo returned to her partner's side. Soon they were all back to doing situps like nothing had happened, and every girl present began to fully understand that magnitude of what their oath not only meant, but what it meant to take it. Hours later they were finally allowed to cease exercises for the day. Naomi's entire body was cramped and protesting any movement, and all her peers were too tired to argue, poke fun or commit any form of jesting beyond necessary verbal exchange. They were physically removed of all energy over the course of an afternoon, of such intensity there was not a single girl that survived the initiation with dry pants - endless PT combined with the necessity of hydration was a simple equation that led to the same point every time. Naomi had fallen victim during a sprint. She'd won the race, but left a trail of shame behind her, and part of her fluffy tail had gotten damp along with it. Mercifully, everyone was too tired to jeer even by that point, and no one else fared any better. By the time they'd retired to the communal barracks they were all in the same boat - sweaty, panting and stinking of wet pants. No one spoke as they showered off and switched to proper uniforms - knee-high skirts and long blouses - before sauntering off to the dining hall. The meal prepared was bountiful, served by FW's sporting flowing maid's dresses that bowed courteously at every turn. Fried pork, steamed vegetables, ice-cold milk and more! It was a veritable feast that washed away all the pain of the day's efforts, and by the time it was over the girls were seemingly back to normal, and chatted amongst themselves in high spirits, delighted at the turn of events. Even through the friendly surprise, Naomi began to see cliques forming, something her mother had also warned her about. Imka was thus far the only one that had opened up to Naomi, and she considered the softspoken girl to be a true friend. At least so far. Palesa was shaping up to be the most problematic element, and watching the bully girl's charisma at work filled Naomi with uncertainty and concern for the coming days. Unfortunately, being the first to have a potty accident hadn't done as much damage to Palesa's image as Naomi had hoped. It wasn't helping, but all the girls were in the same place - peeing your pants was no longer just an action of shame. It was a promise. The hours went by as the next phase of their day came and went. Book studies on a variety of subjects, including history, tactics, literature of heroes long since passed and a deeper understanding of the country and its people. Some of the girls started to doze off and were rewarded with a stern snap from instructor Nobantu. The older woman was of much more agreeable manner than Thombeka, but the slightest hint of disinterest in her teaching would set her off like a firecracker. As such, Naomi rapidly learned not to let her mind wander. She only fell asleep once during the whole stint, giving herself a nosebleed when her face smacked into her desk. Cleverly, she passed this off as an effort to keep herself awake, which the teacher seemed to accept. The only further distraction was the fidgeting of a student at her desk here and there, and with blessed hearing Naomi was able to hear the telltale hissing of her colleagues failing to hold on from time to time. Every time it happened her face reddened, knowing that it could just as easily be her. By the time they were done they were uninterested in the allotted one hour of personal time. Unsurprisingly, most simply went to their beds and collapsed. However, for Naomi, there was something important to be done. She perused the halls, walking around the long and grandiose architecture before finding the library. "You're up late," Nobantu's genteel voice spooked her. Naomi's hair stood on end and she felt another small leak. The girl spun about and bowed. "I'm sorry, instructor. I just...had something I needed to ask." "Go on, then," the older woman nodded lightly. Just say it, Naomi. The King is in peril, and you must act, not hesitate. "I was just wondering if I could get something to wear for nighttime." Nobantu didn't respond, watching expectantly. Naomi tried again. "You know, for uhm..." Again, the instructor refused to acknowledge this. She looked on, waiting for a direct and proper response. It took a few more seconds and a hearty breath for Naomi to work up the courage to say it out loud. "I need to wear diapers at night so I do not wet the bed." "Better," Nobantu finally acknowledged the girl's request. "Was that so hard?" Naomi's ears flattened again. It was one thing to be denied access to the bathroom, it would be another to wake up in damp sheets, especially when all her peers would be sleeping in the same room. They were still learning about one another, and that particular situation was something she didn't want to be known for. Nobantu led the girl down the hallway and back the way she came. They entered the medical office, a deceptively spacious room stocked full of various medicines in shelves and lockboxes. In the far corner, beyond the cots and medical machinery the finest minds in the country could develop were a few closets. When Nobantu opened one, Naomi had to stifle a gasp. It was full of diapers, packages upon packages stocked as close to one another as possible. The instructor grabbed one and passed it to her nonchalantly. "There's ten there - not very absorbent, but they're slim and discrete, and fit like underwear - they'll keep you comforted and protected until the morning if you'd like." Naomi didn't wish to be disrespectful, but felt compelled to speak up. "I thank you, but I don't need all of these. Just one should suffi-" "You're not special: lots of trainees need or request them. Your call - none of the instructors care about your continence; only your capabilities." Nobantu turned about and started to leave. "The door's always open - help yourself or not." Naomi only needed a few seconds to mull her options over. Dutifully closing the cabinet, she clutched the package of diapers close to her chest and ran back to her room. The realization that anyone in the facility could walk into her carrying such a thing gave her renewed energy and purpose, if only for long enough to reach the safety of confinement. But safety was a strange word. Sure, Naomi was now removed from the instructors and staff of the Flowering Knights, but now she was in the proverbial lion's den that was her immediate peers. Several sideways glances appeared when she entered, but most looked away. Despite being partially covered by her arms they all knew damn well what the package was, what it was for and the leering potential that it would be them the next night, or the night after. Palesa had no reservations about capitalizing on this. "Of course you'd be the first one to give up," the girl sneered, and a few others joined in on the passive-aggressive taunting. Naomi hugged the package tighter and moved to her own bed, doing her best to ignore it. Lashing out wouldn't solve anything right now and she was too tired to get into it. "Lay off, Palesa," Imka mumbled from nearby. "You were the first to fall." Several girls harumphed in agreement and the bully backed down with a, "whatever", going back to reading her book. Naomi prayed a silent thanks to her friend's insistence. True to the instructor's word these were discrete. Shaped like panties but with extra padding, they were easy to slip into and hide underneath pants or a skirt or anything else. Naomi breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a strange comfort from the soft padding that hugged her like a fluffy cloud. It was embarrassing, but so long as everyone else was embarrassed she decided she could deal with it. Soon the girl had forgotten all about her predicament, her training, the bullying and the friendship she'd begun, settling into the hazy lines of the book in her hands, drifting off to sleep at some time unknown. The present day... "Step it up!" Naomi hissed to herself, forcing her legs to pump harder and faster. She accelerated down the racetrack, feeling the wind whipping across her sweat-soaked body and pants as she now made a full and concerted effort. It was a glorious feeling, and for a few dozen meters more she forgot all about the pain in her body. She was strong and free, and that was what mattered. As Naomi crossed the finish line Thembeka blew a whistle. "That's enough! Naomi leads by two and a half laps. Take fifteen to hydrate and get ready for the next exercise." "We serve!" came the chorus from all over the track. Naomi slowed her breathing and bent down, forcing her heart to slow down as her hands made it atop her knees. Standing was important, and the stretching helped ease her aches, but in trade she felt a familiar warmth start to puddle in her padded underwear. Sighing, she let the feeling wash over her - she had done her best and she had won, and that was all that mattered. Anyone that thought otherwise was wrong and had lost. Having a soggy diaper was a small price to pay for victory.
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    UPDATED: Fixed the bug that caused the game to crash during a battle with the man-eating plants. That is all. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ PATREON: https://www.patreon.com/CallumMakesLeiaQuest DISCORD: https://discord.gg/8dBTWtrv4T 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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  12. Prologue - Morning Introductions Features: Pull-ups, bedwetting "My beautiful girl. All grown up and ready to fight the world. Heading out so young, just like your father." Sniffling noises followed the sentence as the mother watched her daughter kneel down and begin tying laces and threads together. Unable to control her nose the mother's tears started to run. "Mom! It's not like I'll be gone forever." Pulling tight on the threads Katie exhaled, satisfied that the boots would not be sliding off anytime soon. Standing back up she tugged at the bracers she had equiped. Originally they had belonged to her father. As such, no matter how hard she tried tightening them it just did not feel comfortable. "Don't be late for the ceremony." The words from her mother became croaky as she tried hard not to keep crying... unsuccessfully. Smirking, Katie gave up with the adjustments. Stepping a few paces to her side she instead tried to get a view of herself in the family mirror in the center of the hallway. She had not always liked her looks. Many times through her childhood did she recall becoming upset at something with her appearance. Parental love did a lot to comfort her alongside the odd hearsay of other town kids suffering similarly. It was different now. She had grown up and was ready to face the world. Opposite Katie stood her image. Short blonde hair that matched her bright blue eyes. Originally she had flowing brown hair but after several protests her family had saved up funds to change this for good. Dressing for the occasion she had adopted a casual outfit - A plain white blouse covered her upper body and arms. Awkwardly sized bracers hung at the bottom of her arms affording some meager protection. Ontop of the blouse was a brown leather corset that her mother had assisted in her securing. Matching the theme were her new black leather pants. It had taken Katie many months of local working and errand-running to afford them, something she instantly fell in love with knowing what type of future awaited her. Pairing with the pants were her old boots. Unlike the bracers which belonged to her father the boots belonged to her mother. 'Built to last' was the phrase they often laughed over, for aside from lace replacements the shoes were flawless. Still watching her reflection Katie bended her legs one after the other. Pleased that the boots were secured and the pants stuck to her skin she looked up. For the first time in a long while she smiled to herself. Inside she could only describe it as a door closing - the goodbye to her child self. Turning around to her mother she reached out for a hug. Following in her mothers steps she stood at a mere 5' 2" - Tiny in comparison to the father and husband who was well over 6 feet tall. Embracing for a moment Katie gently let her mother know it was enough. Stepping backwards she immediately went back to wiping her eyes and continuing with her happy crying. "I've prepared your bag for you." Leading Katie back towards the kitchen the soon to be adventurer saw the haversack on the wooden table. Besides it lay dried bread on a towel with some fruit and a spare waterskin. While the family weren't struggling day to day with their wealth Katie knew that the efforts her mother had gone to must have taken a bit of her own savings. "Thanks, Mom. I.. I promise to visit and tell you of all the stories." Her mother simply nodded and kept wiping her eyes as she finally succeeded in settling down. Approaching the bag Katie grabbed the supplies and opened them up the front, pushing the insides of the front pouch further outwards as she managed to make space for the food. As she opened up the main section of the bag her hands paused causing the waterskin to slide back onto the table. Heat soon reached her face as she gingerly reached forward to grab at the object laying closest to the bag opening. It was undeniable. "Uh.. M-Mom?" Still red-faced Katie pulled out the top object, frowning as she spied a further two underneath it. Turning around she clutched the fluffy cotton garment. "Why are these in h-here?" Looking down at her own feet as she spoke, Katie cringing as her voice broke. "Oh darling. It's just to help you." Warm hands clapsed around her own. Refusing the eye contact the hands instead glided around Katie's, one removing the garment she held and the gripping her spare hand hard. "Don't get upset. Mothers know what is best. Nobody else need know, flower." Like musical notes the words reached deep. The warm hands of her mother pushed against her chin softly, urging it to look back upwards. Hesitating for a moment Katie returned the look as the hands then brushed against her face. "Our secret." A single kiss was planted on her cheek. She gulped once, nodding. Loath to admit it deep down she knew her mother was correct. Since she had hit her teenage years she had also been cursed with the need for such garments. 'Pull-ups', the children and mothers called them. Normally they were intended for children not yet trained to use a pot or privy. Unfortunately for Katie, such a feat was impossible mid sleep. Instead she had to put her trust in the pull-ups she wore to spare her dignity from a wet bed - the garments would instead absorb her sleeping wet like a weird leech. The fact her ailment was not constant meant there were times Katie would wear the pull-up and spare it in the night both to a mixture of relief and frustration. "I should go. If I miss the ceremony I have to wait a whole month." Stroking the side of her cheek Katie watched her mother put the garment back into her bag. Embarrassed as she was she was also grateful to be with only her... she was not sure how she would respond if her father knew she wasn't as grown up as she looked. Sighing deeply she stepped forward and pulled the bag over her shoulder. Walking to the door at the front of the house she turned one last time to her mother. A teary smile returned her way as she placed a hand over her heart. Mouthing the words 'I love you' Katie returned the sentiment and left her home quickly for worry of coming down emotionally like her mother. Taking a deep breath in her eyes scanned the town. Along the row of houses she could see several families stood at their doorways, contrasting to the relatively empty streets. The odd few people she saw walking towards the town hall were easily identified - Townsfolk of similar age to herself. Every one of them would be heading to the hall for the ceremony where after a night of celebrations they would be on their way into adult life as was tradition. Checking to her left and right the same scene repeated - Goodbyes, cheers and laughter. Most of the people would likely return home to their families in the evening - Katie had resorted to leaving immediately to get her head start. Many of the people around her would likely join trading or crafts professions. Some of the more athletic could find work in the militia... but she knew of none like herself who would be leaving for a long time. Leaving the steps of her home she joined into the convoy of young adults, contemplating what lay ahead. -- After an hour Katie found herself inside the hall. Smiling and nodding to friendly faces as she got herself into position near the back wall her eyes bounced across too many souls to remember. What she had not expected was how quick the ceremony would be. Struggling to see the stage from the back of the room she only heard muffled whispers about a man stepping up to address them. Too far away and without any aid to boosting his voice she struggled to hear him clearly though the words he spoke had a positive impact. The men and women up front started cheering like their families had on the way to the ceremony Taking the opportunity as soon as the speech was finished Katie had left, hoping the early departure would not draw a negative image to herself. Plans had already been made to venture south to a new town, not just to experience new sights but to assist the locals. Every adventurer had their story and rise to fame. Already equipped with her gear the only thing she had lacked was a weapon, something that was easily fixed with a visit to the armoury shop on her way out the town. Several gold pieces down but now armed with a steel blade she left. After following the road for nearly seven hours with little time spent on breaks unless nature called she had arrived in the town she was aiming for. Typical for someone of her occupation she had bee-lined straight towards the closest tavern, pleased to find it in a lively shape. Blue eyes met a variety of individuals each merry in their own way. After ordering a meal and her first ever acoholic beverage the girl aimed for a secluded corner to relax. Before such delights could be delivered, however, the young adventurer was assaulted by homesickness. Miles from home, alone and on a daring journey was all it took for a little fear to set in. Unnerved by the feeling Katie mumbled their thanks and made quick work of the meal. A small tip secured the girl a room for the night to hide away from the worries of the world. Hurrying upstairs the girl rushed into the available room and observed the appearance and features. First her eyes looked to the window, noting that it was high up and could be a struggle to reach if she needed to. Next was the bed, straw and plain. A small rug lay on the wooden floor panels with the edges stuck under the bed legs. A tiny stool and table were upsidedown on the other side of the room along with a single lamp for light, unlit of course. 'It's just nasty thoughts. It's a big day and this is all so very new.' Thinking the words bluffed her into a sense of confidence. Giving the room a deep inspection and finding no causes of concern the key was finally shoved in to the lock to rest away the stress of travel. Momentarily relieved from the sickness trying to lull her homewards she settled down next to the straw bed, carefully opening the backpack. Redness returned once more as her hands reached for the pull-up at the top of the bag. A glance back to the window secured her peace of mind that nobody would be snooping on her. Despite the privacy a sense of urgency swept over her to finish the tasks as soon as possible. With speed laces were undone and clothing was pulled off. In moments the garment was pulled up and a night gown was placed overhead. Still slightly distressed the Warrior crawled into the bed, burying themselves away for the night. -- A single bang shook her from her slumber to full alertness. Quick reflexes combated sleepiness to get her blurred eyes scanning the room. Satisfied there were no shadowy forms hiding in the corners a deep exhale fought to calm the panicked heart. An unfamiliar room became more outlined hands rubbed their eyes. Unmoving, steadiness returned to the girl who lay on the bed. Little light was coming through the window though a bright glow was near the underneath of the door - The lamp in the hallway was lit. Shuffling into an upright position she began the next steps of waking up. The tip of her finger reached under the nightgown to assess how well she had survived the night. Nail met spongey fabric. A few more testing prods confirmed the worst in that once more she had failed. Sighing with disappointment Katie carefully lifted the blanket cover to check the rest of her bed. Seeing no signs of damage it confirmed that the garment had held. Huffing yet again she climbed out of the bedding to dress herself properly for the day. Reaching for the bag the girl paused. Realization hit that they were in a new place. Unlike the procedure at home when this happened, this was a whole new place. Worry spread rapidly throughout her body. 'How do I even get rid of this?'
  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.
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