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  1. Hi everyone! It is me, KozmoFox :) and this is the result of the fourth Kozmo-Lotto! (I know I tagged them near the bottom, but special thanks to @JustCallum, @Pache, and @Rainyday for making this happen and helping me through it all. Best support team.) This is something a lot have you have been waiting for, and for certain people you might have been waiting even longer than that. This...I honestly don't think this lotto will ever be topped by anything I ever do again. For starters, a reminder to everyone what this Kozmo-Lotto request was. The winner, Rainyday, put a lot of thought into it, so its taken awhile. But eventually it was decreed that I would go somewhere semi-public (Like most lotto's so far) and I would fill up on liquids and get really desperate. At which point, there was a total of 11 emails in my inbox, numbered 1 to 10, plus a bonus. In each email there was a challenge, and I was not allowed to peek or look in any email until it was time to do that challenge. When I opened an email, I would be allowed to open the next email 10 minutes after the previous, unless of course, the challenge inside took longer than 10 minutes, at which point I would be allowed to open the next one after the challenge was finished. I don't want to spoil too much in advance, but this was by far the most intense hold I've ever done. It was the most intense challenge I will ever do. I used to take it as a point of pride that I could get away with anything, like an omorashi ninja. Not today. Today people saw sides of me in public that I intend to likely never show again. Multiple times. I ran the omorashi gauntlet like a fuckin' champion today, and I challenge anyone to do what I just did for this site...mainly so I can read it, because I think this is going to make one HELL of an experience story. This may be my magnum opus. I'm also not going to show my face in that mall for at least like, 2 months. (Before you panic your moral radar, anything I may or may not have done, I cleaned up. I ran the gauntlet like a hero, but also like a responsible hero.) Our story begins with our dear small Kozmo pulling herself out of bed. Chatted with some friends, did some things, and then she went back to bed. Upon waking up, she got herself ready. OBLIGATORY DESCRIPTION PHASE: You all know damn well what I look like by now. I weigh like 100 pounds, I'm somewhere in the center between 5ft and 6ft, I'm so pale that when I walk outside this time of year I give people snow blindness. Long, dark brown almost black hair. Used to be entirely black, but I change it up! I honestly should have auditioned for the new Ring movie. I have multiple tattoos on my arms, chest, and a foot. Stud piercing in nose, and like most gals my age (21), I like my earrings. I'm lucky enough to not have any acne on the go right now, so not to brag overly much but I like to think I'm pretty pristine! At least I'm told so by people that know me, even a few on here! Sometimes I have freckles but today was not that day, I think freckles are like seasonal or something but I've never actually cared enough to think about it until now. But even when they're kinda there, makeup can make them far less obvious when I don't feel freckly. Today I had a very specific attire that I like to think of as a weird mix between moe and punk rock. It shouldn't be hard to tell what I picked, and what Rainyday picked. Grey beanie hat, low twintails in my hair, a pretty black choker around my neck, and some small snowflake earrings. Plaid miniskirt (Think Maka from Soul Eater), black knee-socks. Jean jacket, unbuttoned, Punisher T-shirt on underneath. Top that off with cute fuzzy black boots and a surprisingly girly pair of pink panties and a matching bra. Take note of that in particular for reasons you will see later. I also had a backpack with various things, such as spare clothes and the like. IF YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT THE LEAD UP, SCROLL DOWN TO WHERE THE CHALLENGES BEGIN. IF YOU DO CARE ABOUT THE LEAD UP AND THINGS I DRANK AT THE MALL AND ALL THAT TOMFOOLERY JUST KEEP GOING. So I get up, I get ready, I make my way to the mall. I will note at this point that around Christmas I got a phone like a proper young adult, and on it I have IRCCloud, so I was able to keep chatting with my Omo.org friends through this whole ordeal, and they provided lots of encouragement. Rainyday was also present, so I was able to discuss challenges with them as I progressed, and eventually start to yell at them when the challenges got cruel. I am a salty person. I take my place at the food court, and start loading up. I had two large teas, but around the time I had my second tea, my friend who works at a local coffee joint brought me some Burger King! (They were on break.) So on top of two large teas, I also got a large coke with a Whopper :D. After all that I sat on my phone chatting with my crew and waited for all the liquid to process. And waited. And waited. And got impatient and pulled a mug from my backpack. This mug is essentially a mason jar with a handle attached, I got it as an extra with a case of beer once! I go to the drinking fountain and I fill up the mug to the brim, and down it. I fill it halfway, and down it again. I fill it up completely once more and start sipping away at it. By the time that's done, I'm at 2 large teas, a large coke, and 2 tall mugs and a half of water. If I wasn't feeling it before then, I was now! The pressure was building, and building fast. Eventually I stood up to fill the mug once more, and gravity hit me like a truck; I could feel each step I took to the fountain jolting into the ache of my bladder. It was not long after this that Rainyday decreed it was time to begin. As I get to each challenge in this story, I will paste the instructions I was given for complete context. I opened the first email in my inbox, and got to reading. FOR ANYONE WHO DOESN'T CARE ABOUT ALL OF THE ABOVE, THE CHALLENGES START HERE!!!! REITERATION OF THE RULES OF THE OMORASHI GAUNTLET (Or as Rainyday likes to call it, "The Alliance Challenge"): I had to be in public view and not hiding, except when the challenge dictated otherwise. I always had to be where I could be seen. This is a rule I'm not normally a fan of, but considering there was a lot of drama in the lotto thread for this particular lotto, I wanted this to be something special to make up for it. I had to bring spare change and a spare pair of underwear with me. You'll see why. If I begin to lose control, I must try to stop to the bitter end. I do not fail until I A) Give up and cave to my desperation and completely empty myself, or B) I lose control so badly that I cannot gain it back, wetting myself completely to the point I'm empty or there's nothing left in me of even remote note. If I gush out and leave a small puddle but regain control, I keep going; I'd drink enough to replace it anyway. If I skipped a challenge, I'd drink a bunch more water and have to wait more before the next challenge as punishment. And if I completed all of the challenges: "You're free to relieve yourself wherever and however you like - as long as it's not a toilet. However, when everything is done, you have to go out into the mall parking lot before you do anything else - it's up to you whether you do it there, or if you think you can manage to get somewhere else in time." =====CHALLENGE ONE (6:01 PM) "The first challenge is a bit of a warmup. If this isn't difficult at all, then maybe you're not desperate enough, and should wait a bit more and try it again later. Go to the most populated area, and stand somewhere there for five minutes. Your hands either have to be on your phone or tablet, or behind your back, and you have to move your legs as little as possible. Also, if there's a fountain in the mall, go there to do this. Hopefully this will let you figure out if you're desperate enough to start or not." This was a good start. I needed to pee pretty badly, and this told me I was at the perfect starting point. I'd occasionally type away on my phone, or stare at the ceiling or something to try and forget my aching need. By the end of it, it was extremely hard to stay still, and I ended up rocking back and forth on my heels, feeling my skirt sway and create an air current on my bare, dry legs...These legs would be the opposite of dry well before I was done these challenges. I still had my mug of water on me, just keep this in mind. Its easy to forget I have it, so for your convenience know that when I did challenges that required, well, anything, I'd find a place to put it down (Until it was consumed, then the mug goes back in the backpack.) Nobody was taking real notice of me at this point. I sat back down, and went back to talking to my minor audience, (Which included Rainyday). I realized that I had probably drank far too much, far too fast; my bladder was filling at mach 5 and I knew I'd easily be dangerously desperate to pee by challenge 3 or 4. I was nervous that I wouldn't be able to get to challenge 5, half way there, without being a leaky shaky desperate mess in the middle of the mall. I was not wrong.. I started this challenge at exactly 6:01 PM. This marks the starting point of the gauntlet. ====CHALLENGE TWO (6:11 PM) "A fashion challenge. Go into a clothes shop you like, and pick out a nice outfit, at least made of one top and bottom. Try it on in the changing room. Take a picture of yourself in your outfit if you want, you don't have to send it to anyone. After that, you can change back into your normal clothes, and be on your way. " Its a wonder what ten minutes can do to a person. At this point I was getting to the shaky kind of desperate need, I was starting to typo and my legs were beginning to jiggle. Luckily for me, this didn't take too long, as I was next to a clothing store that I'm familiar with, containing a number of articles of clothing I had been looking at during previous visits. I sped through the store, grabbing them, picking a nice very light pink top that kind of fell off the shoulders and had a cat on the front, as well as a pair of black jeans with fake rips in them. I tried them on, and the jeans were...tight. The pressure wasn't helping at all and I very nearly dribbled in them. I managed to hold on though, avoiding disaster, and after I confirmed I did in fact like how I looked in them despite my abdomen that was beginning to bulge, I changed back as fast as I could and got back out front just as my ten minute mark hit. I was beginning to sweat, the build up had been ridiculous and let me tell you, I needed to fucking PEE. I was positive I was not going to finish the run of challenges without disaster, and I was trembling as well as just kind of absentmindedly kneading at the sides of my skirt like mad. This ridiculously increased need to pee made the next challenge hell. =====CHALLENGE THREE (6:21 PM) "We're still in the area of light challenges. This challenge has two parts, you might not be able to do the first depending on what's at the mall. 1- Go into a shop, restaurant or other facility that has its own bathroom. Ask the staff if you can use it. Of course, you won't actually use it, but you'll probably want to stay in there long enough for them not to get suspicious. You can leave after that. If you're turned away, try twice more, and if you get rejected all three times, well, that's that. 2- Similar in theme, go to a shop or stand with a manned counter and buy a drink from them. Of course, you'll have to finish this as well, but you can pace it over the break and the next challenge. " This was torture at its finest. I walked into this shop, almost like an in-mall convenience store. Not going to name stores and things because I like my location anonymity. I hobble up to the counter, shaky desperate and knock-kneed, and ask this poor cashier if I can use the washroom in here. He legitimately did not seem to know what to do, it took him a solid few seconds. I assume he was going to give me directions to the malls public washrooms, but just how fucking desperate I looked (and was!) must have changed his mind, because he very stutterily allowed me into the employee bathroom. I got in there, shut the door behind me, and stared at the toilet. I couldn't sit down, I couldn't finally pee and have my relief, I had to just look at it. I almost completely lost it and pissed myself right there from the psychological torture. I cannot express how much this was killing me. I tried to at the time though! Here's an excerpt of what I was saying to Rainyday at the time: <•KozmoFox> uwaaa Im staring at a toilet abd its fuxking killing me 6:25 PM WHEN CAN I LEAVE I think my statements in chat at the time speak for themselves. I had a hand buried in my crotch, bunching up my miniskirt and pressing into me, moaning and whining at myself and willing me to just please don't fucking pee yourself like this. Eventually I did leave. Rainyday was gracious enough to allow me to not buy another drink, given I was still carrying around a big mug of water. I did browse the drinks in the same shop after I thanked the cashier for his kindness to give that part of the challenge more credence though. On another note: Rainyday is literally satan. =====CHALLENGE FOUR (6:32 PM) "I thought I'd fit this in sooner rather than later, because of how long it might take. It's the arcade challenge! Head to the arcade and play a round of the hurricane simulator, and then the chair ride. I'm not sure what difficulty levels they have, but go for whatever's hard without being impossible. After those two, of course it's time for your specialty, DDR. One game of each is fine, or however many plays your money gets you." I would like to reiterate, Rainyday is SATAN. You might have seen me say once or twice around site that there's a few people in these parts who know my name, face, where I live, etc. Rainyday is one of these people, and the fact that Rainy won lotto means we got to go in depths with specifics, like Rainyday knowing what the mall in question has and unfortunately knowing the games I'm good at. This is where the first leakage occurred. The hurricane simulators are nothing special, I wager most of you have seen one. You put in some money, stand in the gigantic capsule, and it starts simulating hurricane winds. It almost ruined my twintails...but it was fun. The wind was cold on my skin which didn't make holding any easier, but luckily I got to just stand there. A few bystanders took notice but mainly didn't care. When I knew for a fact nobody was looking into the capsule I'd cross my legs and hunch the fuck over, occasionally gripping at myself because, you know, verge of wetting myself and all that. My bladder was like a goddamn boulder weighing down my entire lower body pressing on my...you know...wanting out. These winds could not budge this boulder. I also had to grip at my miniskirt constantly for very obvious wind-related reasons. Next up was the chair ride. To elaborate, this is also a simulator. It has like a screen and fans, it blows on your face and the seat itself vibrates, moves, etc. in line with the simulation on screen. In this case, I was virtually on a rollercoaster. Sitting down helped at first, but the vibration sooooorely did not. Luckily this machine is relatively secluded, so I got to stuff both my hands between my legs while the machine made my bladder absolutely suicidal. I'm not sure if I have said this enough or not, but goddammit I needed to PEE. The machine did its job. As I started to hobble over to the DDR machine (Not actually DDR, one of the generic rip offs that is actually just the exact same thing), in the middle of this arcade filled with people, I jolted mid-hobble. To try and describe what happened, it felt like my pelvic floor suddenly steeled itself... My entire body stretched and lurched forward from the sudden tightness in my bladder and below it, and at the height of this, as my legs were knocking together and my body fell forward, my panties got extremely warm extremely fast. Some pee spilled down my thighs, coating my legs and getting on my kneesocks, a fair number of drops pattering on the floor underneath me. In an INSTANT I dropped to a knee, pretending to pick at my boot. The initial impulse was to pretend I was tying my shoe, but my boots have no fucking laces to I had to fake fiddle with the side zipper like a moron. Some dude across the arcade gave me a funny look and I tried to ignore him. Out of my jacket pocket I fished my saving grace: Burger King napkins from earlier! I'm not going to leave a mess behind uncleaned. I wiped it up and stood back up, panting heavily. I was trying so hard to hang on and I had already started losing it. AND I had to go play DDR! DDR was torture. Every step felt like a punch to the bladder and I won't lie, I dribbled a couple of more times while playing it. (I napkinned up after I was done.) But! I managed to finish the song without completely losing control and wetting myself! With a 95% accuracy rating on hardest difficulty, might I add. I'm really good at rhythm games, trivia for you. I normally have no trouble acing this particular song, Dance Dance by Fall Out Boy, but certain dribbles soaking my panties and coating my inner thighs caused a fuckup or ten. I got out of the arcade not unscathed, but still ready to continue. Barely. I could feel everything in my bladder about to spill out all over me like niagra falls, getting that sensation where its like you're carrying something heavy and your arms getting tired, but you're only halfway from the car to the house. I was convinced I had no hope. But KozmoFox ain't no quitter. You guys might like the next one! =====CHALLENGE FIVE (6:49 PM) "After that exciting last challenge, here's a calmer one. Type a detailed description (at least 100 words) describing the desperation you're feeling right now. Include this description later in your story, word for word, without correcting any typos. (Maybe if you did something weird and typed up information you don't want shared, you can censor that)." This is self explanatory. I plopped myself on a bench and started pattering away on my phone, on which I have autocorrecty things turned off. Having to describe this made me leak, and I felt it seep out of me and into the back of my skirt in a solid dribble. I almost fucking lost it and completely pissed myself right there typing this. It was utter agony. Here you go, straight from the chat!: "so fucking rainyday is making me write up a fuckin thing on how badly i need to go for this challenge so litsten the fuck up folks let me tell you gravity is fucking KILLING ME i can gfeel it pulsing trying ti get its way out, some of it already has, im extremely damp under this skirt and i have to type this up in puvblic like nothings wrong and just thinking about it is killing me. i just leaked again. i cant stop shaking. i grab at myself whenever i think nobodys looking. im sweating. i cant hold it much longer i sont think but im going to fo my fucking best becuse kozmofox aint no fucking wquitter you heat me" Every bit of that was true and straight from the heart. I was slowly leaking for most of that. Do you know how agonizing it is to be slowly wetting yourself and trying to hold it in, whilst typing up a summary of just how badly you need to go? This did not go unnoticed. I had my legs crossed tight, my jaw clenched, ghostly pale and sweating and fucking bouncing and wiggling and kneading at my legs whenever I wasn't typing, it was not remotely hidden to anyone who looked in my direction. Extremely embarrassing but again...I ain't no quitter. =====CHALLENGE SIX (6:52 PM, was allowed to open early as arcade predictably took longer than 10 minutes.) "We're past the halfway mark. Do you feel you can make it for the next stretch? Fortunately, this one will let you recharge, in a way. Go into the toilet and relieve yourself somehow and let it out for exactly five seconds. After five seconds, do everything you can to stop, no matter what. Maybe this will take some of the pressure off -Bonus: If you relieve yourself somewhere that /isn't/ a toilet, then you can cut five minutes out of the time before you can open the next challenge." I did not even remotely hesitate to take advantage of that bonus. I locked my eyes on the first bathroom I saw, and jogged straight in, hands stuffed between my legs. At this point I wasn't attempting to hide my extreme desperation from the public eye, it was do everything I could to hold it, or I'd completely wet myself dead center of a mall. To my luck, and as I found out afterward, semi cheating, it was a single bathroom. One toilet, not the kind with stalls, just a one person bathroom. Rainyday considered this a mild violation of the rules, as it was not exactly a public area, unlike a stalled bathroom. Rainy understood why I misconstrued that though, especially as earlier one of the challenges almost specifically demanded a private bathroom (Asking to use a staff one) so they let it go. And so did I. This is possibly the least graceful moment of my life. I climbed up onto the sink counter in an absolute, extremely desperate fever, crawling on my hands and knees until I was over the sink. I was positioned like a fucking dog and panting like one too, my beanie fell right off my head. I barely moved my skirt slightly out of the way before I started GUSHING through my panties. Like this was beyond a torrent, I didn't care that I was pissing myself straight through my panties, I needed to get as much out of me into that sink in five seconds as I possibly could. My moans of relief echoed in that tiny bathroom and it felt so good I couldn't even bring myself to feel shame for how this was. It felt orgasmic. Foooor five seconds. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. Clamped off. I whined as I shoved my hand into my underwear, doing my best to just STOP PEEING. I spurted twice more, soaking my hand and sleeve, but I stopped. It was so good. I still REALLY needed to pee, but for the moment, I was out of the immediate danger zone. I left the bathroom and walked back to the bench where I left my mug full of water. Yeah remember that? Still a thing. I was still desperate beyond belief, my hands and underwear and even my skirt to a degree were very wet, but I wasn't going anywhere yet. I still had much more to do, and that taste of relief really had me thinking I could pull it off. =====CHALLENGE SEVEN (6:57, got to open it early for completing the bonus!) "Another interaction challenge! You need to have... a tourist mindset? A snapchat one? Basically, ask a passerby to take your picture. I'm not sure whether there's anything in the mall that's worth getting your picture taken in front of, but say it's for a friend, if they ask. Which is the truth, isn't it? If you can't come up with any possible excuse to have someone take a picture or two of you, then ask them for directions to somewhere complicated or far instead. " This one might have been the single easiest. I had just gotten immense relief so I was able to pull it off without being a shaking desperate wet mess! Well...I was wet but this lady could not tell. I smiled, I asked her for two pictures in front of the Valentines display that was still up. She looked to be a soccer mom of sorts, she said she's always wanted someone to ask her to take their picture like this. I handed her my phone, and took my position. Hardest bit was standing completely still, but it was only for a few minutes while she snapped the shots. I just held my hands behind my back, leaned to the side in a cute way, and smiled. Snap snap! Pics taken! This didn't even remotely take 10 minutes, so I just sat back down on a new, different bench, and waited. It should also be noted that this is the period where Rainyday had me drink that mug of water. With my kidneys on overdrive, liquids still cycling through my system, and a new tall glass of water added to the mix, my relief was very short lived. =====CHALLENGE EIGHT (7:07 PM) "Remember the spare pair of underwear I asked you to bring? Go into the bathroom and enter a stall. In the stall, change your underwear to the other pair. Leave the stall and go on your way. Not too hard, hopefully? PS: @Pache says hi. " This also took zero time, but it reintroduced the toilet torture psychology. Given the kidney overdrive had a solid 10 minutes to re-introduce a whole lot of liquid to my bladder, and my bladder and sphincter muscles were just about DEAD, this was the beginning of the end for me. I could barely hold on, period, full stop. Perhaps the volume of pee I was holding in now was less than before, maybe it was more. Point is, I could not reliably hold it anymore, and I found this out when changing my panties of all things. I took my all but destroyed pink panties off and took a look at them. They were dark and saturated entirely from front to back. I placed them in a plastic bag and put them in my backpack. Remember the arcade? Same deal. My pelvic floor screamed at me, my lower body locked up, I fell forward, leaning against the wall and spurted heavily. Given I was wearing no panties it was unimpeded, and shot out, colliding with my thigh and tearing a path down my leg, giving my kneesock a decent soak. I shoved my hand down and kneaded into myself only for another spurt to collide with my hand, causing it to spray in multiple directions and coat my legs. I stayed in that position for a solid 15 seconds before I had decided I had enough control of myself to continue. I put on a fresh pair of grey panties, before taking some toilet paper and wiping the results of my miniature wetting off the floor...Only for me to leak a bunch again when I bent over to do so. The fresh grey panties were only fresh for maybe 10 seconds before I felt the warmness gathering in my underwear and gushed another spurt through them onto the back of my legs and down into my boots. They darkened and were saturated immediately, and not much better off than my original pair. I figured I had just had 3 big leaks in under a minute...that was okay in a bathroom stall, but the public eye? I was mortified that I wouldn't be able to hold it in anymore, but I was so close to finishing the gauntlet....So I went for it. Unfortunately, I was even more desperate to pee than I had been before the 5 second pee challenge. To quote me: <•KozmoFox> uwaaa i neeed rto fucking pee 7:13 PM so fucking bad 7:13 PM its builty back up 7:13 PM and im grtting tired dowen trhereeeee So you know, I was literally on the verge of wetting myself like the damp little girl I already was, smack dab in the middle of a public mall on a friday night. All I could think was....Fuck. =====CHALLENGE NINE (7:17 PM) "Now time for the second plot device: the coins. Count how many you have so you can remember. Then go to a populated area and 'accidentally' drop them all from torso height. Pick them all back up. No rush." The ten minute wait for this challenge killed me by the way. I was literally sitting on a bench (per the norm) with my legs crossed tightly, a hand stuffed between my legs, bouncing like a MADWOMAN and shaking and sweating, glaring at anyone who DARED look at me, goddammit haven't you ever seen someone need to pee before?! Move along!! •KozmoFox> uwaaa i cant stop fucking bouncing on this benhc 7:16 PM people are looking at me 7:16 PM fuck 7:16 PM look away cunts 7:16 PM im just hyper 7:16 PM thats totally it 7:16 PM hyper 7:16 PM 7:16 PM 7:16 PM lets fucking go 7:17 PM IRS TIME 7:17 PM NEXT 7:17 PM AAAAAAA I stood up from that bench, gravity hit me, and for like the 100th time that night, I nearly wet myself completely on the spot. I legitimately buckled and nearly lost it. But I didn't, I just kept my hand between my legs, pressing on my crotch for dear life despite the numerous people around who could obviously see it, and hobbled on. Remember when I said I had to bring spare change as part of the rules? That came into play here. I was terrified, but I wasn't there to cheat, so I went and found the most populated nearby area I could find; an intersection sort of area between a bunch of very popular stores. There was tons of people milling about everywhere. And like a good little Kozmo, I did what I was told! You have no idea how happy I was that nobody tried to help me. I've never been more thankful for uncaring people in my entire life. It was hard to think about much else, as I was literally about to pee myself. I could feel my lower torso about to burst and the need to pee, the need to just give in and let it all flow out right there was so intense I almost actually did it, despite being surrounded by easily like, 60 people. And so I squatted to begin picking up my coins as fast as I possibly could. It really sucked, as I'm a person who carries a LOT of pocket change. The squatting pretty well squashed my bladder, and I discovered it didn't like that. I felt my panties grow warm and wet from their cold and damp state, and a BIG leak came out of me with a PSSHHH. I was picking up nickels and dimes frantically now, trying to get it over with so I could just stand up and get myself back under control. I managed to stop, but it started again almost as fast as it ended. I was slowly wetting myself in that position where everyone could see me. I knew my backpack was dipping down so nobody could see from behind, but if someone cared to stop and look right underneath me they would see the beginnings of a puddle starting to form. The second I picked up the last dime I just took the entire huge wad of napkins from my pocket, wiped it up, and plopped back on another nearby bench. (Malls have lots of benches) Now I was in a position, on this bench, where I was the most desperate to pee I've ever been in my entire life. My muscles were dead. I couldn't hold it. I COULDN'T hold it. I'm positive my constant leaking was the only thing stopping me from fully exploding, giving me just enough leeway to maintain the basest of my integrity just a biiit longer. The wait for the final challenge was the worst. It was agony. I was rocking back and forth, hand pressed HARD between my legs, when I wasn't typing I was literally like, slamming my fist off my thigh. My skirt was wet, front and back, if I stood up it would have been quite visibly so. I could feel the sweat from the sheer effort of holding all this pee beading at my chin. Some people looked very concerned, probably confused as there was a bathroom RIGHT THERE, but I paid them no attention. I could not. I could not afford to do anything but hold it in, and look at my phone. Anything else and I would pee myself, all over the bench in an INSTANT, and I knew it. I was the strangest mix of mortified and determined I've ever been in my entire life. Just a sneak peek as to my state of mind in chat. back of skirt is wet 7:22 PM i have 7:22 PM to fucking 7:22 PM pee 7:22 PM i cant stop like 7:22 PM slamming fist off my upper legg 7:22 PM when not typing 7:22 PM i cant stay still 7:22 PM i NEED 7:22 PM J< 7:22 PM K<•KozmoFox> uwaaa to grp 7:22 PM to hold 7:22 PM i might not making it 7:22 PM to final challenge 7:22 PM im like opn the fucking brink of about tp piss myself 7:22 PM J So yeah, as far as I knew, this was the absolute end. =====CHALLENGE TEN (7:27 PM) "Final challenge! This isn't actually anything too exciting, I tried to arrange the challenges in a good paced order and this just ended up being left over. Go into the bathroom and use the sink to wash your hands for two minutes. You don't need to repeatedly soap them, but you have to keep them in the sink, under running water. If you leak at all during this challenge, you have to stop and leave the bathroom immediately, wait two minutes, and try again. If you leak the second time, then I guess that's this specific challenge failed. But maybe if you've lasted this long without anything worse happening, you could go for the final stretch Remember the passage from the starting rules: You're free to relieve yourself wherever and however you like - as long as it's not a toilet. However, when everything is done, you have to go out into the mall parking lot before you do anything else - it's up to you whether you do it there, or if you think you can manage to get somewhere else in time. Also, once you've made it to wherever you want to go, before you relieve yourself, there's one last bonus challenge to read and try. Open it when you get there." This following challenge might have been the most embarrassing moment of my entire life. We all know at this point I'm desperate, I'm sweaty and fidgety and whimpery and reaaally soaked. I've leaked at this point more times than I can count, and my skirt/panties/knee socks/boots are suffering DEARLY for it. Honestly, if I were wearing pants, it could have been considered a major accident at the arcade, it would have been extremely visible. At least wearing a skirt and these particular colors it was less obvious. Well, not any more. The front and back are drenched at this point, even this second pair of underwear is beyond saving, and my very visible bare legs are covered in glistening streaks down to my significantly damn knee socks, and I'm sitting there slowly dribbling and leaking more and more into my panties and skirt praying none is getting out to hit the floor. And even after all that, at this moment, I'm more desperate than I have been in my entire life. One more challenge. <•KozmoFox> uwaaa leakage is happengin 7:24 PM i can feel iyt 7:24 PM C<> 7:24 PM K<•KozmoFox> uwaaa i dont dare look down to see if any is escapeing skirt 7:24 PM C<> 7:24 PM K<•KozmoFox> uwaaa fucfccckkk 7:24 PM i have a hdn buried btween my legs and theres people just glangince at me while they walk bu 7:24 PM i cant stop wiggling I get up off my bench and try to bolt to the bathroom. Nice try, me. Easily the biggest leak yet. Almost worthy of being called a full on accident. In that instant, my bladder completely gave out for a single moment. I felt a rush of pee spray out of me and into my underwear, ignoring the obstacle as if it weren't there. It gushed straight down my leg like a tidal wave, you know the kind. Its clinging to your leg but the torrent almost looks like it wants to break off? It streamed right across the back of my leg, tearing a line of heat down my sock and I felt under my foot inside my boot get a bit squishy. I barely got it back under wraps. I HEARD it splatter onto the ground, it was near deafening. I didn't dare turn back. I told myself I'd clean it up in a moment, I couldn't bear to see if anyone had seen. As my hand was in its near permanent position between my legs when I had my mid-stride accident, the front of my skirt that was stuffed there was soaked beyond repair. My giant stain of shame was there for the world to see, although I knew that through the course of the evening, the back was likely far, FAR worse. And so, I attempted the challenge. I started washing my hands, as my legs jiggled and danced, wet and cold as they were. I was going good for a solid 30 seconds when a girl exited a stall and started washing her hands too. Didn't take long for her to look at me. I stared back like a deer in the headlights. "Are....Are you okay?" I nodded as frantically as I could, hands still in the water. I maintained eyecontact with her as the warm water started fucking me over. I started peeing myself, quite badly, all while nodding at her. I just couldn't hold it. I removed my hands from under the water and felt a torrent drench my panties and thighs as it started soaking my socks. She didn't look down, so I'm not sure if she saw the puddle rapidly forming at my feet, but she quickly left. The second the door shut I fell to my knees, stuffed my hands and skirt between my legs, further drenching the skirt but managing to stop the flow. It was bad, but remember the rules. I got it under control, it wasn't a whole lot when compared to the absolute ocean about to explode my bladder, so I was still in the game. Even my jean sleeves were dark at the cuffs, it was humiliating. But I wasn't done yet. I hadn't lost. I could finish the gauntlet. I took some paper towel and cleaned my puddle. I took more, went back out into the mall, got on my hands and knees, and cleaned up my other puddle. I told passerbys I had spilled water, even though there was an old lady across the way that was there beforehand, eying me suspiciously. I leaked more while I was on my hands and knees there, tiny trails streaming down my inner thighs around sensitive areas...I just couldn't reliably hold it, I was that desperate. I was in control one moment, absolutely not the next. I managed to clean everything up, and went back in the bathroom for attempt two. 2 agonizing minutes of the most intense desperation I've ever experienced. My bladder was screaming at me with all the fury of the seven hells to just piss all over the floor where I was standing and just give it some goddamn relief. But I couldn't. I was so close. The entire time, I stared myself in the mirror just muttering. "Don't pee. Don't pee. Don'-- Don't you dare fucking pee." I think someone came in and took a stall at some point. I didn't care. Finishing this challenge was all I cared about. And you know what? I did it. I did it and I almost cried and I immediately messaged Rainyday asking if I was allowed to pee. Guess what? Nope! Remember the rule? I had to go to the parking lot or somewhere else outside. Only then could I relieve myself. I hobbled to the nearest exit, leaking the whole way. Every step I'd spurt a little. I just could not hold it. I was no longer in complete control and I was not getting complete control back. Step, dribble. Step, dribble. Step, dribble. You're probably imagining this in a slow dramatic fashion but it was more like 3 steps a second with little bits of pee shooting out of me every go. I was frothing at the mouth. My face felt hot and blushy, my blood racing and rushing, I was drooling and sputtering and moaning and groaning I was just so close and I didn't care who saw. I was a wet desperate mess of a human being, constantly peeing just a little against my own control. My boots squishing every step. I took careful measures to not leave a trail, making sure if my panties and skirt didn't catch it, my jacket sleeves did. Hunched over, knockkneed and hobbling with my hands pressed into my crotch, many would see me and think a walk of shame. Nah, man. I was still going. I had completed the final challenge and was on the home stretch. This was a walk of victory. On a side note? Bladder bulge was ridiculous. I've always seen pictures and been like, why don't I ever have something like that when I hold? Those look ridiculous how does a person hold enough to look like they have an alien inside them? Tonight I finally understood. Jeeeesus. Before I knew it, I was at the car. I opened the final bonus challenge. =====LAST BONUS CHALLENGE (7:39 PM) "Again, nothing too exciting. You've made it to the end, lasted through everything, etc. Well done! So, you can last a bit longer. The bonus challenge is easy: just wait for five more minutes here, and then you can go. Good luck." I read those words and literally, for a brief moment and time, wanted to actually die. It was so tempting. I was in the car lot, next to the car, completely soaked already and just free of the mall and of people and I could just let go right there. But I had come so far, and I wasn't going to allow this to tarnish my victory. Didn't stop me from bitching about it like crazy though. It was so hard. I leaned against the car, one hand holding my area between my legs in a vice grip for dear life, the other holding the phone and reading the encouragement. Reminder that the chat wasn't just Rainyday, several Omo.org friends came to witness my monumental challenge and offer me encouragement and support the whole way through. And they kept telling me. "Come on Crim, you can do it!" "You made it to the end, you can do 5 more minutes!" "You're doing great, keep it up!" "Make us proud, Crim." <--- All of these are direct quotes, by the way. I had a cheerleading squad that made tonight do-able. I would actually like to take this moment to thank @JustCallum, @Rainyday, @Pache, and absolutely NOT @blooper for being the best company and emotional support during an epic Omorashi challenge gauntlet a gal could ask for. Feat. @Lisk who showed up, said like one sentence, and left. Let me tell you guys. I leaked and dribbled and sputtered the entire time. Some spurts were bigger than others, including a notable momentary loss of control where I peed myself for a solid 3 seconds, a torrent destroying any dry fabric left on me as I just moaned into my car window, fogging it up. The cold window felt so nice against my sweaty head. It was around this moment I realized I had somehow, at some point, gotten my T-shirt wet. Figures, given I had been constantly and slowly wetting myself since I had left the fuckin' bathroom after challenge 10. Notable quotes from me, trying to distract myself from the desperate agony, by talking about my desperate agony, because I'm goddamned stupid: KozmoFox> uwaaa im going to piss werywhere 7:36 PM okay <•KozmoFox> uwaaa ohnfuck 7:39 PM i fuck 7:39 PM i dotnt hink 7:39 PM i can 7:39 PM wait 7:39 PM 5 mirwe <•KozmoFox> uwaaa leaking 7:39 PM on ground <•KozmoFox> uwaaa gushed down leffss <•KozmoFox> uwaaa but 7:41 PM regained •KozmoFox> uwaaa i eekp fucking spurting im gonnsa die <•KozmoFox> uwaaa ive ltierslly been slowly peeing myself since i left building hwo am i still 7:43 PM holding <•KozmoFox> uwaaa Rainy 7:44 PM when 7:44 PM when can i 7:44 PM please •KozmoFox> uwaaa pleas ei cant hold it 7:44 PM when •KozmoFox> uwaaa when 7:44 PM rainy 7:44 PM rainy 7:44 PM fucking 7:44 PM say 7:44 PM when 7:44 PM plesse You can probably tell that by the end there I was completely losing control. I hadn't been able to actually hold it for quite awhile at this point, but then? Any semblance of control I had left was slipping. By the time I was doing the single word messages at the bottom, I was steadily and thoroughly pissing myself next to the car, it was streaming down my legs and splashing across my feet and all over the pavement. I was going to say you could 20 seconds ago 7:44 PM But I had to answer your question 7:44 PM You wiiinnnnnn------ 7:44 PM K<•KozmoFox> uwaaa CAN I OR CAN I NO 7:44 PM FUCK Final time: 1:45 of constant desperate agony, from opening the first email, to being told I'm allowed to pee. In this situation, the word "FUCK" coincides with me LITERALLY exploding. The second I read "You win", I couldn't even remotely hold on if I tried. The words registered, my body completely let go. I started peeing full force. And peeing, and peeing, and peeing. Power-peeing, if you will. I didn't so much as move my arm, my entire lower body got soaked, re-soaked, and soaked again in seconds. My panties had no hope against this barrage, I had like three streams going, from off the backs of both knees and through my skirt into my hand, into an extremely heavy stream hitting the ground with all it had. My socks could absorb no more. I actually stepped out of my boots and just stood my soft feet in the growing lake of my making. After like 30 seconds I removed my hand and just relaxed my entire body, letting it flow from straight between my legs onto the ground below. Someone walked by and totally saw that part, but trust me, I was so relieved I could give less of a shit. I felt goddamn humiliated afterwards, sure, but at that moment I didn't care. This relief was worth an orgasm and a half, I felt like I had literally been reborn. By the time I was halfway done I was so relieved and relaxed I could have napped. By the time I was done, I was standing in a lake that would make a hurricane jealous. I actually almost did nap, I couldn't bring myself to start driving so I just sat in the car in my wet clothes and the heat on for like half an hour, just leaning back and chatting in IRC, enjoying not being on the brink of wetting myself like a little girl for the first time in maybe 2 hours. Of course, I had just done exactly that, but who cares? I was also, naturally, PAINFULLY aroused, but this is not the place for that, that's not what this tale is about. I eventually pulled it together, stripped off my bottoms, and drove home like that, where I am now writing about my lovely evening. Reminder one final time. Rainyday is satan. I won't be doing requests like this again for a very long time, if ever again, but damn. To paraphrase myself from the first experience I wrote like 2 years ago... this was the scariest, most exciting wetting I've ever done. I'm likely never going to do a hold like this again. I think this hold, this experience, is my magnum opus. My Mona Lisa. It won't be topped by anything I do. Not to be full of myself, but I don't think anything like this exists on the experiences forum, and I'm extremely proud of myself. I put my body and soul (and self-esteem) on the line for you guys. I hope I did you all proud. I hope I captured what omorashi.org is all about today. Thank you all for reading this long as hell tale that might as well be a novel, for sticking with me this long, and for just overall being awesome people. This has been Kozmo-Lotto 4!~ Please tell me what you thought, drop a comment, shoot a message, whatever!! ^^ I love you all, and I hope you have an amazing day!
  2. A while back, I started a story called "The Assistant". I had made quite a bit of progress, but during the course of writing this story, I became busy and sort of forgot about it. The last couple of years went by so fast, I could hardly believe it. Anyway, I decided to continue the story, but felt that it would be wise to start a new thread, to post the newest chapters. The first 25 chapters can be found here: https://omorashi.org/topic/17359-the-assistant/?page=1 I recommend reading the first 25 before continuing beyond this point, for those who have never read the story before now, and also for those who might not remember it all that well. If anyone has any comments they wish to add, then please post them in this thread instead of the old one, since it has been a while since anyone has posted there. For now, here is the next chapter of The Assistant. 26 Suddenly feeling embarrassed, Danielle blushed and glanced at her boss. “Should I put this in now?” Katherine pressed the button again, putting an end to the vibrations. “Yes. We have a bit of a drive ahead of us to meet with a new, potential client.” Danielle nodded. “Oh, right.” Danielle stepped around her desk and took a seat. Katherine watched eagerly, waiting for her lovely, young assistant to put the new toy inside of her body. Still feeling slightly embarrassed, Danielle slowly pulled up her skirt until her lady bits were showing. “No underwear this morning?” Katherine asked, looking incredibly excited. Danielle found herself becoming more aroused by the second, as her boss stared at her crotch, watching and waiting for her to place the little egg inside. She spread her legs apart and bit her lower lip, hoping desperately that her bladder would not be struck by a spasm right then. Her need for the restroom was dire and she feared the possibility of creating a mess directly underneath where she sat. Danielle nodded as she slid the new toy into her love tunnel. “I-I thought that you would like it if I didn’t have any on.” The wide grin on Katherine’s face faded a little and her expression became one of pure lust, rather than amusement. “It pleases me greatly.” For a moment, Katherine stood and stared at Danielle, who was squirming a little in her seat, hoping that her desperation would go unnoticed. She crossed her legs and covered herself with her skirt again while forcing a smile onto her face. “Is something the matter, my dear assistant?” Katherine asked. Danielle crossed her arms and shook her head. “Nope! All is well with me!” Her boss then pressed the button and the egg instantly came to life, buzzing and humming, forcing a moan of pleasure past her lips. She leaned forward against her desk, closed her eyes, and put both hands against her crotch. The pleasure created by the vibrations combined with the fullness of her bladder nearly sent her over the edge right then and there. For a moment, she thought that she might have an orgasm and empty her bladder on the spot. When the vibrator at last went still, she opened her eyes and looked up at Katherine, who had a sadistic grin upon her face once again. “Miss Andrews, I…” Katherine chuckled and placed the remote control back inside of her jacket. “Well, today should be interesting. Are you ready to go, then? We have a bit of a drive ahead of us, before getting to the next meeting.” I am not ready yet, I still need to pee! Danielle thought, as she attempted to compose herself. “I-I need to go…” Katherine tilted her head slightly and put her hands on her hips. “You need to go to the restroom, eh? It has been quite obvious all morning. After the stunt you pulled last night, you can forget about it.” Danielle was suddenly hit by a bladder spasm and she closed her eyes again as she fought to remain in control. “Please, I am desperate!” Katherine motioned for her to stand. “And I am quite enjoying it. Let’s go.” Danielle groaned with disappointment, but, despite her fear of wetting herself in public again, she was feeling excited about taking another desperate car ride. The added element of pleasure that would likely occur, due to the presence of the vibrator, increased her excitement exponentially. With shaking knees, she stood and was hit again by another bladder spasm. It was quite obvious that she would be lucky to even make it out to the vehicle without peeing, let alone the entire drive. In the event that she did make it to the car, she would unfortunately have to face the embarrassment of other people seeing her struggle, knowing about her desperate need. With a gasp, Danielle crossed her legs and put one hand up under her skirt, to press against her bare peehole. “Please, at least let me pee a little! I might not even make it out to the car!” She looked up at her mistress, who took a moment to think the situation over, before answering. “Alright, if you are that desperate, then go and use the restroom, but you may only let out a little.” Danielle breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you, Miss Andrews!” As quickly as she could, she shuffled around the desk and through the doorway, but froze in place just on the other side. She once again found herself struggling against another bladder spasm. Her boss burst into laughter behind her, as she wiggled her butt and pressed her fingers as hard as she could against her urethra. Apparently the show she was putting on was equally as amusing as it was arousing. Come on, don’t make another mess on the floor! For what seemed like an eternity, Danielle just stood there, struggling to contain the pee that she’d been holding since the night before. She was so close to losing control, that she feared the battle had been lost. Fortunately, the sudden urge eventually subsided a little and then she was able to continue the journey to the toilet. Sighing with relief once again, she continued her desperate shuffle through Katherine’s office, to the doors. The destination was growing closer. Soon she would be through, free to have herself a seat and have the morning pee she needed. Though she knew she had been told to only let out a little, she decided on her own to fully empty her bladder. She hoped that the punishment wouldn’t be too severe. Standing up as straight as possible, Danielle pressed her legs together and reached for the doors. She placed both of her hands on them and pushed outward, but was surprised by the sight of someone standing in the hall. The security guard from the garage, with the blonde ponytail, was there. Danielle composed herself as quickly as she could, parted her legs a little and put her hands down at her sides. “Hello! Is something the matter?” The security guard looked quite unhappy. In fact, he seemed nervous. “I must speak with Miss Andrews immediately. There is an issue with her car.” Suddenly in shock, Danielle could only stare at him. “Oh, I-I see…” The guard looked down at her hands, which were beginning to take on the form of fists, as she felt another bladder spasm brewing deep within her body. “Ma’am, I recommend that you do not leave this room, under any circumstances.” Behind Danielle, Katherine stepped out of the side office, immediately concerned. “What is happening out there?” The guard motioned for Danielle to step back and she did as instructed, wishing that she could just leave the room for even a few seconds. “Miss Andrews, there is an issue with your car.” Katherine crossed her arms and frowned. “What type of an issue?” Still looking nervous, the security guard tapped the knuckles of his right hand into his left palm. “There is evidence of tampering under the hood. I have contacted your mechanic to make sure there was no damage, so hopefully the car is fine. Anyway, I am afraid that we have a major security breach on our hands.” “You imbeciles!” Katherine threw up her hands and pointed angrily at him. “It is your job to prevent such tampering! You had better figure out what happened or you will find yourself unemployed!” The guard nodded and motioned for her to follow. “Come right this way.” With pleading eyes, Danielle watched the two of them leave. “Miss Andrews, I-” “Stay here in this office Danielle!” Katherine instructed. “You will just have to wait until I return!” “But, I still…” As the doors closed, the poor girl’s voice trailed off when she realized that there was no use asking at that point. She instantly doubled over and put both of her hands against her crotch. She was on the verge of losing control again and had no idea how much longer she could continue to wait. She crossed her legs and groaned with disappointment. “Why is this happening right now? I almost made it…” From her office, she could hear the sound of the phone ringing. What if it’s a client? In a hurry, Danielle shuffled towards her office, desperately hoping that she would make it there before the caller hung up. “Please, don’t hang up!” she begged as she reached the doorway of the office. At this point, the phone had rung five times. In light of the situation, Danielle knew that answering this call was of extreme importance. If it was a client, she would need to let them know what was happening. On the seventh ring, she snatched up the receiver and answered. “Hello! This is Danielle S-smith, Katherine Andrews’ assistant. How m-may I help you?” At first, there was only silence on the other end, but before long, a deep voice on the other end at last began to speak. “Danielle Smith… When you see your boss again, give her a message for me, if you could be so kind. Tell her that I know what she has been up to with her young assistants. Let her know that I will bring down her empire if she does not meet my demands.” With her heart pounding in fear and her urine making its way into her urethra, Danielle groaned and shook her hips. “What d-demands?” “My dear, is something the matter?” The mysterious caller asked. “Are you desperate for a piss? If so, then you would be wise to walk out the front doors and never look back. Miss Andrews has a tendency to manipulate her assistants so that they find themselves in desperate situations. If you have not wet yourself in public yet, then you will.” For a moment, Danielle did not speak, but she at last remembered her very first conversation with David, the guy she had met the day before, regarding the previous assistants. There was the one who wet herself in the lobby and the other who nearly pressed charges. “Were you one of her assistants?” Danielle asked. The voice on the other end laughed. “You have been warned. Leave now, before she destroys your life.” “I-I haven’t w-wet myself yet and I-I am quite comfortable at the moment!” Danielle cried. “She isn’t like that!” The voice laughed again. “Defend her if you wish, but you will only go down with her.” The conversation then ended and the caller hung up. From what Danielle had heard, she was almost certain that the caller was disguising their voice, possibly with some sort of device. It did not sound natural. She lowered the receiver and stared at it for a moment, realizing that something was terribly wrong. “What the hell?” Carefully hanging up the phone, she put both of her hands back against her womanhood and groaned again. It was beginning to look like her second day on the job was about to be worse than the first one. Not only was she about to wet herself right there in the office, there was also the danger that the mysterious caller was somewhere in the building.
  3. Hello, I'm working on a fantasy game that I'm making and I wanted to share this with you. It's basically a wetting animation for whenever the women wet themselves in game. This particular character pictured is pending, meaning that she may or may not be in the game. I'm somewhat satisfied with the result except for the puddle. Messing content is below, some in combination with wetting. I can post more pictures, since I got other if anyone wants more angles and views.
  4. Drawing various pokemorphs in omo/wetting related scenes. Possibly down the line a small mini-comic. Post requests, I'll pick a few! (Also it will assist me in getting better at art)
  5. I am not a native speaker, but i still hope the story is worth reading. I don't know if part I made it into that forum, so these are part 2-4. If part 1 appeared somewhere in the forum , a friendly and helpful admin may put these threads together? - Thanks! Part 2 A few month after that small accident at the gym and a few weeks after her last exams, Laura was looking forward to meet with her friends. This evening she wanted to meet her good friends Miriam and Johnny, to watch a film in the city's cinema. Miriam and Anna were a bit nerdy when it comes to films and movies. They both were big Tolkien fans and so they wanted to see the film The Hobbit. Its been a while and “The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey” premiered just a few days before. So the girls were really exited. And Johnny...? Well Johnny never cared about anything too much. Not even about the fact, that his name wasn't Johnny after all, but he didn't liked the name Ephraim and so he called himself Johnny. He was a guy with a real rebel attitude. He was a bit small but sturdy guy. He had radically short hair and a really rakish stile. He had that kind of dark jewish humor and a really big mouth. Anna knew him since they both were small, even since then he was always up for some trouble. When Anna had asked him, he just nodded and said “' Got nothing else to do..! I will come with you” Before they wanted to meet each other at Miriam' s home, Anna was working out at the gym. She arrived a bit too late and all sweaty in her sport outfit. When Miriam opened the door she wrinkled her nose and moaned, “Uhh Anna! Are your serious? You will not go to the cinema in your sweaty sport pants, will you?!” “Shut up Miriam! I will hit your shower and got some spare clothes with me. Is Johnny here already?”, Anna replied angrily. “Johnny? On Time? - Like he would care.” Miriam rolled her eyes. So Anna head for the shower and took off her sweaty stuff. Anna enjoyed along warm shower. When she finished the shower, she dried herself off, did some quick make up and grabbed a fresh, black sports bra and pulled on a pair of tight pink boy-shorts, that perfectly fit her nice ass. Just wearing her underwear and a drying her hair with a towel,when she went back into the living room. “Miriam? When do you want to leave?” , she called for her friend. “ Hey, never expected you to wear pink panties! It fits you well, Anna!”, said a rough manly voice. “WHAT THE!?”, Anna shrieked in shock and tried to cover her body with the towel, “JOHNNY! LOOK AWAY- YOU JERK!” But Johnny, who was sitting on the couch, just smiled and said; “Why should I? The view is quiet delightful!” “Look Away or I will beat you up, Johnny!”, Anna growled and picked up her tight jeans. She quickly pulled up the light blue, skintight jeans. She really had too pull strongly and jumped up and down, hardly getting the tight jeans over her butt. Johnny was just sitting on the couch and watched her it with a kinky smile. “ Nice Ass, Anna! Never noticed that!” “ And I never noticed, that you're such a dick!”, Anna replied and tried to stay angry. But she felt some kind of flattered. She always liked Johnny and it wasn't a bad feeling to earn some aroused views. And for some reason, she was a bit turned on by that stupid guy. So she quickly started to giggle and posed a bit for him, shaking her ass and giving herself a light slap on the cheek. She slowly slipped into a black t-shirt, squeezed her little tits and giggled. Her skinny jeans were so tight, that even a sexy pantyline was showing. “By the way... where is Miriam?” Anna asked; “Is she gone already?” “Näh! She's in her room.. Doing make up and something like that..” Johnny smiled, “Guess it will take a while, you know her.” And it really took ages... When Miriam was finally ready, they were already running late. So they jumped into the car and Johnny rushed to the cinema. “Hurry up! We need the tickets! They will sell our preordered ones, when we're too late.” Miriam hurried. “You were the one taking soo long!”, Anna grumbled ; “And I need a toilet first” “We got no time for that, or do you wanna miss the film, cause of your tiny bladder?” Miriam answered in an annoyed mood and Anna didn't want to start a fight. So they quickly bought her tickets, some soft drinks and snacks and went into the hall. It was really full and they had luck to find a the last three seats in the middle. Anna and Miriam were really exited, they really where huge fans. During the first one and a half hour, Anna nearly forgot her urge to pee. But when the last half hour went on, she really had to go. She crossed her legs and pressed her knees together. After a few minutes the urge was getting stronger and her nice butt was rocking back and forth in the seat. After another few minutes she couldn't even sit still anymore. “Oi, Anna..” Johnny bent over to her and whispered in a concerned voice; “Is everything okay?” “No... I... I really have to pee”, she answered silently and her face turned slightly red; “ I mean... I' am really bursting..” “Are you kidding? So go to the toilet, Silly.” Johnny shook his head in disbelief. “No Way! I don't wanna miss the final scene. I mean... It's the Hobbit, right? I will go after the film.. I can hold it that long”, Anna replied. Johnny just smiled and watched her, while she was rocking back and forth in her seat and obviously hold her hand on her crotch. When the film was finally over, Anna hurried to the girls toilet. She expected a line, but just found a large red sign “OUT OF ORDER” “Whats wrong, Anna? Need a pee?”, giggled Miriam gleeful; “Strong Anna with a weak bladder?” “Shut up, Miriam... I'm nearly bursting right now!” Anna replied in desperation, “Can we hurry, Please!?” “Hrm? Oh Sorry.. I am going to meet Michael outside.. But may Johnny can bring you home?”, Said Miriam and left them, to meet her stupid boyfriend. “what a bitch...”, thought Anna. “Sure.. let's hurry, Anna..” Johnny looked at her pitying, “ Can you make it?” “I.. hope so!” Anna didn't seem too confident about it, but they hurried towards the car. But after they left the cinema, crossed the main road and entered a side street, every step became a torture for Anna. Out of a sudden, she felt a few hot drops of urine trickled into her panties. She just stopped and her eyes opened in shock, when she felt the growing warm wetness inside her panties. “Urgs Sh..it!”, she gasped, her face turned red and tears filled her eyes; “Johnny..! Wait ..!” Johnny turned around and watched her with a mixture of concern and arousal, “Anna? Everything all right? “ “No its not! I... I... “ her voice was shaking; “I.. can't hold it any longer!” He looked down at her crotch. Anna couldn't hold it back any more and a huge spurt escaped into her panties, soaking them and forming an embarrassing wet patch on her light blue tight jeans. “Ohh...Noo!”, she cried out, when her bladder finally gave up. Within seconds, the dark wet patch was growing on her crotch and expanding towards her legs and up to her nice ass. For a few seconds, a real river was running down her slim legs and forming a puddle between her sneakers. “Well... that... was.. really hot.” Johnny seemed a bit confused, while he watched her in disbelief. “Hot..? I.. I just wet myself!” Anna replied and started to cry. But then Johnny grabbed her by her hips and pulled her towards him, giving her an hot kiss right on her tasty lips. She has known him for years! In the hole time, they were just best friends.. and without a warning, he just kissed her. He kissed her and it felt soo good and simply right. She felt is rough hands on her wet ass, squeezing her tightly. She laid her arms around his neck and closed her eyes. For a few seconds, she felt only his strong hands on her but and his lips on her own lips. But then he released her from his hold. “ I should bring you home... or you`ll catch a cold.” he said with a lovely smile. “y..Yeah .. Your right, I guess..” Anna nodded. At the car, Johnny laid a plastic bag over Anna's seat and brought her home safely. Anna turned towards him, bent over and kissed him again and said, “You know... You can come upstairs into my room, if you like.. And stay overnight. “ Part 3 A few weeks later Johnny became her first real boyfriend. A he was quiet good one, much better than anyone would have expected. Caring, gently and protecting. He always made her laugh, when she was upset and never failed to make her feel good. So even after a few weeks she nearly moved into his flat. Most days of the week, she spend with him. She generously ignored the chaos, the football banners and even developed some sympathies with his old school punk music. Johnny was sitting on his bed, a laptop on his belly, hammering something into the keyboard, when she arrived after a hard workout at the gym. She wore some green workout tights and an old, worn gray hoodie on her chest. Her hair and her body where all sweaty when she arrived. Johnny looked up and smiled,“Hey Honey! Why do you never shower at the gym?” “Tzz! I do... Sometimes! But I jogged the whole way back..!”, she replied pertly, “And guys like you shouldn't talk about smell, you know?”Then she smiled and walked towards the bed, bending over it and giving him kiss. “What you're doing there anyhow? Beating up your Laptop?” “No, I am writing an essay for the universities qualification...”, he replied and tried to concentrate on his work, “I really need to get this done..” “Ohh soo you won't need no distraction, right?” she smiled naughty and took of her hoodie; “'cause you had to do something, right..?” She bent over again and squeezed her nice small tits in her tight black sports bra, moaning a bit. He looked up and bit his lip, watching her move her body, glittering with sweat. “I really need to get this done, Honey...” he grumbled, but couldn't get his eyes of her. She smiled wickedly and said “Ohh I dropped something!” Then she bend over and stick out her nice little butt, the visible pantyline reveled that she was wearing some cheeksters underneath her tight green sportpants. Then she went back to the bed, bend over it and said, “Do you want something of these..?”, while she gave her left cheek a slight slap. “Uhh..Yes.. I really want to..” said Johnny now totally distracted. “ Too bad you won't get it!” Anna said and jumped back from the bed, “Got Ya!” While Johnny grumbled and shook his head in disbelief, she just went out of the room, but not without moving her hips as sexy she could. After that she head for the bathroom. She drank a lot during her workout and really needed to go, besides a shower was necessary. When she took the doorknob to enter the bathroom, she felt a strong hand grabbing her hips and pushing her towards the wall.” I thought you got something to do?”, she said with an wicked smile,” And I told you, that you wont get nothing” “I Know... And that's really bad! You're such a villain. Using your powers for the evil..”, he replied with an evil grin. “So what?”, she smiled superior. But than he pushed his thumbs into her hips, in a circular motion he moved them downwards, slightly rubbing her bladder. “Uhh Don't!”, she gasped in a mixture of desperation and pleasure:” I.. really need to go...” “ I know.. but villains like you, need to be punished, right?” he smiled and just went on rubbing his thumbs against her bladder. She tried to push him off, but the felt so powerless. That pleasure was overwhelming. She didn't wanted to piss herself and tried to prevent it, but then the first spurt of warm urine went into her panties. She bit her lip and moaned loudly. Then another, bigger spurt soaked her panties completely and formed a small dark patch on her crotch. “looks like the evil villain couldn't hold herself anymore, hmm?”he said amused. Then a full stream was running down her tights, soaking them completely. The piss was dripping on her running shoes, the floor and his bare feed. He grabbed her by her hips, lift her up and carried her into the bathroom. With a heavy breathing he watched her last spurts running down her soaked green sport tights. He grabbed her shoulder and bend her over the edge of the bathtub. After pulling down her wet tights and soaked black cheekers, he pushed himself inside her. She moaned in full pleasure, when he done her from behind. It was a quick but intense one. They both came contemporaneous. When he was done, he took a towel to clean himself up, while Anna dropped to the floor totally exhausted. He just smiled, went to one knee and gave her a quick kiss before he left her on the floor. She never felt that kind of exhaustion after her workouts... And she really needed a shower right now... Part 4 Johnny looked into the mirror and shook his head in disbelief. “This is a joke, right?” he lifted his eyebrow and looked suspiciously towards Anna; “You're not serious, are you?” He looked back into the mirror. He was wearing a white linen cloth shirt and a old fashioned dark red vest, some matching Knickerbocker-like pants. His shoes looked like giant feed with some brown fur on top of it. “So... I am a Hobbit?” he was shocked by his own look, “You made me go to a fucking nerdy comic convention... Dressed like a hobbit?” “You agreed to come with me!” she explained with an large grin on her face, “ And I told you, that we would dress up.. So take this wig. There are no bald Hobbits in the shire.” “there are no tattooed ones ether, are they?” He lifted his right arm, where a big tattoo was showing, the emblem of the football club Ajax Amsterdam; “So I will be the first skinhead-Hobbit in fucking Mordor.” “They live in the Shire...! No Hobbit would live in Mordor.. that's where Sauron is..!” She explained to him, like it was a totally normal and serious matter of fact. “Well.. But why do I have to look like an 19th century Irish drunkard with hairy feed and your costume is like.. A sexy archer?” Johnny complained heavily. “ I`m a Ranger of Gondor! Not an archer..” she corrected him. Anyhow it was a real sexy outfit. She wore a light brown leather chest armor, a long green cloak with a hood, some nice brown high boots and a really hot, skinny brown leather pants. On her back, she had a quiver and a bow, a dagger on her belt. Untypically Anna's blonde long hair was falling openly on her shoulder. It was a big difference between her normal sporty stile of clothing. But with a fine and well trained body like hers, she looked good just gorgeous. “Why do you have a weapon and I only got... Shitty fur on my feed? May I have a Baseball bat?” he liked the look of her costume, but really hated the idea to go to a Nerd convention. He was a football fan, interested in football, punk music, beer and stuff like that. Being a Hobbit, wasn't his biggest dream after all. “Of course not! Hobbits don't do that..” she rolled her eyes and bent over to tie up her boots. Johnny shove away her cloak, to give her a little smack on her ass. The clapping sound was just hilarious. “IEKS!” Anna shrieked, “Hobbits don't do that neither!” Johnny laughed at her protest and turned around into his room, a few moments later he came back with a Shillelagh in his hands. “What the...?” Anna lifted her eye-brow. “When I have to walk around like a Irish drunkard, I will be armed like one.” he explained and laid his hand on her butt cheek again, squeezing her tightly. “ Damn.. that's such a fine ass, my sweet Archer-Girl” “I am a Ranger.... of.. Gon...!”, she wanted to protest, but he just passed her and head out of the flat. It was a nearly 3 Hour ride till they arrived at the Convention. An old sports hall, full of nerdy people and things. It was like some kind of limbo for Johnny. Long skinny guys dressed up like Elfs with plastic elfish ears, nearly half of the other guys where dressed like Frodo or Gandalf. And a few beer benches and old tables, that supposed to be “the prancing Pony”. Johnny had no idea what this was all about. For him this film wasn't even a good one and he never read the book anyhow. He loved those old Scorsese films, like Mean Streets, Taxi Driver and Raging Bull. He really felt a bit out of place. But there were too things that kept him there. At first there was, his smoking hot girlfriend in her sexy archer costume... Or Gardian.. or Ranger or what ever. He couldn't even kept his eyes away from that sexy ass or her nice little tits for more than three minutes. For that girl, he would go through this hell. The second thing was his discovery, that it was possible to smoke weed with his nerdy Hobbit-Pipe. After two Pipes and nearly endless seeming five hours in that smelly sports hall, Johnny nearly beat up a plus sized Legolas for reproving him, that a pot smoking bald Hobbit was just implausible. Anna really enjoyed herself. She brought herself some stuff, participate at a tombola, listened to the live music and drank at least three bottles of some “Hobbit Brew”. It was just some Heineken Beer with a cheap label stick on the bottle, but still tasty. To be honest, it was just a small event and didn't seemed to be very professional, but still she enjoyed herself. But after five hours and three bottles, Anna was getting tired. So they left the convention and drove home. “Are youuu... Shure you can stilll drive, Johnny?” asked Anna tipsy; “ Aand you're a reaallly cute Hobbit! You Know?!” “I am pretty sure, that I can drive...” Johnny answered; “But I don't think we should ask the police about it.” Johnny wasn't numb anyhow. It's been a while since he smoked his last pipe and the high was gone for hours. While they drove home, Anna felt a sleep three times. Johnny was a bit irritated, how could a girl like Anna, be tough and sporty on the one hand, but geeky and nerdy on the other. And the most irritating observation was, that Anna could nearly lift her own weight but three beers knocked her out cold. After two and a half hours ride, Anna woke up again and started to slip from one side of her seat to the other side, biting her lip. She was rubbing her knees together, so her leather pants were squeaking a bit. “ Don't tell me that my little elite archer need to pee..?” Johnny looked at her slim legs rubbing against each other and grinned a bit; “Shall I head for the next restroom?” “Näääh! I don't wanna go pee on a highway potty! Were home soon, right?” Anna mumbled; “.. And I am a Ranger...! You hear...? A Ranger.. And Rangers don't pee themselves, you silly Hobbit!” During the last minutes of the ride, Anna turned visibly desperate. She pushed her hand between her legs and couldn't even sit still anymore. Johnny knew, that she was absolutely bursting right know. When they finally arrived at home, Anna jumped out of the car, leaving her cloak, quiver and bow at the car. She rushed to the door and jumped from one food to another. Johnny watched her hopping up and down, next to the door. He couldn't look away from her tits jumping up and down under her light leather chest. He just stood there and watched her for a few seconds. “Johnny! Please hurry! I am about to leak!” she plead; “Open up the door quickly!” She felt a painful urge and bend over. While she bend over, Johnny could guess a slight pantyline through her pants and couldn't help to watch her Pee Pee dance. While she tried her best to keep her pants dry, the Hobbit Brew wanted to get out of her. She pressed her both hands on the crotch of her leather pants and hopped up and down again. But she couldn't help it. A small spurt escaped and she could feel the hot pee dampening her panties. She bit her lips and tried so hard to stop the flow, but there was no chance. Another larger spurt followed the first one and then the hole dam broke. She felt the pee filling up her pants. The wetness quickly spread over her ass and up to her waist. “Uaarghs...!” she huffed. “ Shit! I..I am peeing myself!” While Johnny, the horny Hobbit, couldn't help to watch her doing so. A small trickle went down her pants seam and tripled to the ground. But the warm wet pee was running down her slim and sexy legs inside of her pants and quickly filled her boots. After a few moments the wetness pressed itself through the thin leather and formed a dark patch on her ass and crotch. There she was, standing next to the door and totally wetting her Rangers armor. She felt his hand on her hip, moving down towards her wet and warm ass. She felt his fingers rubbing over the leather, grabbing her firm cheeks underneath. His hand moved up to her waist again and slipped into her pants. Her panties were totally soaked. She turned towards Johnny and whispered dejectedly and still a bit tipsy: “ I... brought up shame to the Rangers of Gondor..” “Well...” Johnny shook his head, “ I guess it happened to a lot of them during that one battle, when the orcs beat them up?” He tried to lift her up with a warm smile. “You mean the battle for Osgiliath?” she also smiled, while he opened the door. “ Yeah.. Sure.. May a caring Hobbit gave that poor Ranger some shelter after her.. embressing Accident?” He smiled suggestively and gave her a loving kiss. “And... how did the ashamed ranger awarded her fur-footed Hero?” She answered aroused. “ Maybe... Some hot Human-Hobbit Sex?” He grinned naughty “ Well.... but you have to leave these furry feed on!” she laughed loudly. …
  6. AuthorFaust: For those who have already seen this: Right now Faust is just copying over the Fire Emblem Story to a different thread. So, nothing new has appeared..yet. But, Faust just figured it was actually investing enough of a story for Faust, that he wanted to make it a bit easier to find, at a later time...And, the assorted fic thread is for..well, Assorted Fics. So, please...Bear with Faust a bit longer. He'll have an update on this soon..... ========================================================================================================================================== [Chapter 1: Beginnings] "Ugh....This should make about six, now.." Six times, he'd wandered through the worlds....Six times, he'd arrived in this world, and refreshed his existence there.... Six times, he'd re-rolled his fate in this world.....And, hopefully, it would be his last. "First, I need to direct Anna.." he called, answering the red haired girl's stock response of summoning him into the world......And the arrival of enemies. He raised his hand at this, pointing in the direction of an approaching Emblema solider....The red haired commander turning. "On it..!" she called out, brandishing a large axe. Anna was a modestly endowed figure, with a red ponytail..and brilliant, golden armor. The typical armor of the Askr Empire, it seemed....And some very high crimson and golden boots. She wielded an axe with noticeable skill.....And as she felled the foe before them with a pair of strikes...He continued along. "Alright, let's keep moving Commander." he called to the woman, starting along..Thinking maybe...maybe this would be the one time.... "Oh damn...More soliders..! We're outnumbered..!" ... 'Never CAN get lucky with this sort of thing..' he addressed to himself flatly, before brandishing the divine artifact, Breidabrik, for the first...Arranged summon of the world... "Virion..!" he called out, a regal looking man with silvery-blue hair emerging from what looked like the air...Brandishing a bow. His outfit looked not unlike the average noble, blue material accented by his white cravat.....As much as the summoner wanted to just call it a bib. "Attack that enemy! Anna, Follow up!" It was like clockwork to him. The arrows would connect, and Anna's strike would fell the enemy. Then, an enemy archer would fire at Anna.... "Now, my skill Night Sky is..." And she'd retaliate with a powerful strike of her axe, felling the man in a single blow. It was all the same as usual..... "Right...We should leave, before we get found again." he added to the red haired girl, who nodded. "Yes. Let's get a move on." He'd found this world by almost accident, hearing about it from the other authors....Lightly experimenting time and again. Soon enough, he was taken to the Askr Empire...And, showed around a fair bit.... After the proper processes, shown around the castle...He moved straight for the summoning grounds.... "At this point, they start me off with enough for a full five summon, at least..." he stated, before glancing at the mass of orbs in a conjured space, provided by the deities of the world. "Maybe two..." The summoning grounds were a mystical place. A stone platform with a magical rune in the center....And a pillar, with an indentation for the orbs. "Process is simple enough.." the summoner called, settling down the set of orbs as he narrated himself.. "Set the orbs in place, stand in middle.." The orbs started to glow, a mixture of Red and white. "Load said orb into indentation.." He lifted one of the red orbs, and slotted it into the indentation. "Fire Breidabrik." He held up the gun-like artifact, and pulled the trigger....Firing out a surge of energy that amassed in the orb. The orbs would glow upon receiving the energy....Kick up some smoke, and then it would manifest in the form of a legendary Hero, from across the worlds. 'Or, as we tend to know them...The games.' the Summoner thought, folding his arms. 'Starting with a red should be safe enough. Hey, maybe I could get a real cutie. Like Lucina, or even Tiki.' The summoner smiled lightly at the thought, losing himself in the pillowing smoke a bit. 'I wouldn't mind getting called Onii-Chan again for a bit.' He could feel a slight rumble under his feet at this......Snapping out of his trance in time for the figure to emerge....Bracing... "Oooh..a rare one.." he noted, as the energy finally settled on a form....Green hair catching his eyes at first...... Followed swiftly by blue armor, and a familiar...brilliant blade...wielded in the left hand.. "Ah....It's.." "My name is Alm, the leader of the Deliverance." the hero answered....Male, and looking a bit younger than expected. "You can count on me to take up my sword for your cause." "It's nice to meet you, Alm." the summoner answered politely, offering his hand out in a shake. "The commander will be here to show you to your room soon enough. Welcome to the Askr Empire." "Understood!" the boy called, lifting up his weapon. "My Falchion and I will serve you well." The summoner nodded his head, as he started to repeat the process for the other orbs. "Three colorless orbs.." the summoner stated, going through each summon in turn. First, a man with brown hair, and a red scarf.... '..An upgraded thief...' A bit of smoke kicked up....followed by a slightly older man, with white hair and an eyepatch... 'That perverse archer...' And, yet another archer...but, with blonde hair, and a purple outfit... 'And Klein. ....Not the worst.' the Summoner called, giving him the same response of sending him to his room as he did to Alm, and the others.... "Well..just...Just one red orb left." the summoner called to himself, sounding a bit distressed. He held the orb close to his face, as he started to whisper quietly to it... "Tiki...Tiki...Tiki..." he chanted...."I'll settle for a Tharja, or a Lucina.." He slotted the orb into position, and readied Breidabrik again. He held his breath, crossed his fingers metaphorically...and... Bang...! The energy coursed through the red orb....Starting to glow anew. 'C'mon.....C'mon...!' A rush of billowing smoke.... 'Yesss.....!' A small rumble of the earth... 'Yesssss..!!!' And, a flash of blue hair. He gasped softly....Before seeing some shoulder pauldrons, and an unfamiliar blade held at the side. A sharp exhale, attempting to hide his disappointment later, he appraised the figure. Long blue bangs...A flowing cape, and white gloves.... "I am Seliph, a Son pledged to fufilling a wish my father made as he died a bitter death......To battle Darkness." "R...Right...Right." the summoner called, starting to compose himself. "Welcome to the Order of Heroes, Seliph..." "I will aid you as best as I can, Summoner.." Seliph called, bowing his head. "My Tyrfing and I will endure any hardship that comes our way, to protect you." "I'll be counting on you." the summoner called, gesturing aside. "Go ahead and step this way: Commander Anna should be arriving shortly to escort you to your quarters." "Yessir." The summoner lightly folded his arms, sighing lightly as soon as Seliph was out of earshot. "I mean, two five star units is better than I've been getting.." he addressed, taking a tensed breath. "But, they're both reds....and both guys. Man, what's a guy gotta do to get a waifu around here?" He considered scattering his essence, and re-constituting it...repeating the process he'd been enduring for the past few days...But relented, looking down at his bag. "Just...barely have enough for one more full summon." he called, starting to pull them out. "If I don't get like, a Nino, a Cordelia, or just...some female, I might just have to re-roll again.." He moved to the center of the summoning platform again, watching as the orbs manifested into different colors...Looking over them again. "A Blue...Two Red..and two colorless.." the summoner stated, rubbing his head. "Well, no Nino to be found here.." He moved over to lift the blue orb, settling it into the summoning pedestal again. He stepped back, and fired his tool yet again...Watching as it shimmered... 'No smoke....Means..' he noted as it formed...a younger looking boy, with a metallic pot on his head and a makeshift spear in his hand appearing. 'Farmboy..' He lifted one of the colorless orbs, and fired again...Seeing a familiar figure. 'Gah, that same thief again..!' he snapped, seeing the brown haired thief he already summoned appear anew. It was...irritating to get mulitple iterations of the same hero, but he had to at least see the summoning through...lest he waste the orbs he'd used. A red orb was loaded....Though, while his hopes were high, no signalling smoke meant that the figure that emerged would be... 'Well..At least this one is a girl..' he addressed, moving over to help a girl with long purple hair, and a flowing cape stay on her feet. 'But...She's a three star..' He gently escorted the girl down the steps, as he moved back to the last two orbs...Another red, and another colorless one. "Luck be a lady tonight..!" he called to himself, slotting the red orb in, and firing...watching....and slumping pre-emptively... "No smoke..which means.." he started before the summoning even finished......A figure with orange hair emerging....Wielding a simple steel sword, and blue armor. "My name is Eliwood. I am the ruler of.." The summoner wasn't entirely listening...But, he nodded along politely. The man was a legendary figure to this world, responsible for a war long ago...Yet... 'Why do I keep getting all these three-stars?' he thought to himself, almost not wanting to pick up the last orb....But, relenting. 'I mean, I don't expect another five star, but would it be too much to ask for at least a four star?' He held Breidabrik up high without even thinking anymore, firing it at the orb haphazardly. A few seconds passed.... Ksssshhh A surge of pillowing smoke.....Enough to catch the summoner's eye. 'Oooh, maybe I can get a healer.' he thought, as he wafted through the possibilities. 'Like Elise, or Sakura, or..' The ground started to rumble again...and the Summoner's eyes lit up. 'Ooooh!!! A Five star! Forget a healer, it might be a Taku-.' The Surge of energy burst out at this...Forming in front of the summoner. He shielded his eyes for a few moments, before looking through the smoke.... 'A Bow...' he thought, giddy...Before seeing a completely unfamiliar figure holding it. A girl, with dusty blonde hair that trailed over her shoulder in braided twintails, and a respectable figure with a more than modest bust. Her attire was rather plain...A large, tannish-red dress with a matching shawl, and some brown boots.... The summoner found himself looking her over a few more times quietly....leaving the girl to approach him, rather than the opposite. "My name is Faye." she started, with an easy bow. "I'm glad to help. I've trained with the Deliverance, you know...." "Ah...Right. I'm-" the summoner started, unsure of how to properly respond....Before suddenly feeling the girl's hand taking his. "Ah..? Is something.." He felt his hand being lifted up to the girl's face, as she took in a deep breath...Smelling it? "You smell like Alm...Have you seen him?" she called out in a low voice...barely above a whisper. The summoner visibly flinched at this, blinking in surprise. "Ah..? Oh..Erm...Ah..." he stated quietly, thinking back a bit....Before recollecting the boy with green hair. "O..Oh yeah. He's here too! I summoned him earlier, and..." He felt the girl get uncomfortably close to him, her chestnut-colored eyes gazing into his intensely. "Take me to him..." The summoner froze at this...The summoning ritual fading around them, as he held his ground for a few tensed moments...feeling his heart skip a beat. "I...Sure..!" he answered after a pause....the girl slowly backing up, with a warm, easy smile. "Thank you very much summoner." she called out in what sounded like a sincere tone, letting her hands rest behind her back. "Please, lead the way." It wasn't unheard of for one of the summons to know another......Or to want to see one another. After all, the only real changes in demeanor he ever noticed was that they would loyally follow his orders in battle. They were still people..... 'Well, as much as they can be, at least...' he thought to himself as he started down the halls, glancing around for the telltale green hair, turning a bit. "So....what do you like to do, Faye?' he called quietly, attempting to make small talk with the villager. "Oh? Well....I like to pick flowers...." she started, lightly pressing her fingers to her chin. "And....selling flowers too!" "I...see.." he answered back quietly, pausing as he saw the blue haired swordsman, Seliph again. "Ah....Did you need something?" the man called out quickly, seeing the look in the summoner's eyes. "Hm? Oh, yeah." the summoner replied, before glancing a bit at Faye. "Did you...see where Alm went? He's that swordsman with green hair, and.." "Oh, he went to the training grounds." Seliph called, with a small nod. "Said he wanted to work hard. I should join him.." It was barely a moment to pass for the summoner to turn around, before Faye was gone. He hesitated....But decided it was probably for the best if he'd just let the girl wander a bit.... "She'll...find it eventually." he told himself as he started along....Wondering just what kind of group he'd summoned this time... ...... ............ "Yes, Yes...I know how to use an assist skill." the Summoner called after having gone through the rest of the hand-holding tutorial levels, gesturing with his hands. "Seliph, Alm! Take out Xander! Faye, take out that archer!" "Do my best..." the blonde girl called, darting forward fearlessly, and pulling back an arrow. The summoner braced as he waited for the other unit to fight back....But, in surprise, noticed that he merely recoiled....Not even readying an arrow in response. 'Huh...That's new.' The summoner called, directing the Commander to finish off the Archer with her mighty axe...As the two swordsmen clashed with the horseback foe. As powerful as he could be, even he couldn't handle being outnumbered....And, in no time at all, the enemy forces were retreating. "We did it!" the Commander called, grinning. "Good job summoner!" The summoner chuckled lightly, starting back with the others. Yet.... "Thank you for your sound tactical advice, milord." Alm's kind voice called, clasping a hand on his shoulder. The summoner could be seen buckling a bit, but merely smiled, and nodded. "We...Well, it was your hard work that won the day." he called, turning to Seliph. "You two....You and your Tyrfing are impressive as Alm's Falchion." "Ah...You flatter me..." Seliph retorted, modestly. "It was thanks to Alm that I was able to catch him off guard. Thank you..." "And Faye's arrow struck tru.." the summoner added...Finding the blonde haired girl nowhere to be seen. He paused....tilting his head a bit. "Where...did she go?" "Don't tell me you didn't notice?" the commander mused, striding up to him. "Her rigid posture....Her tone of voice...." "Ah..?" the summoner replied, as Seliph seemed to avert his gaze. "Oh, so it's....that." he called, lightly brushing his hair back. "I..erm..didn't want to say anything..." "Huh? What are you talking about..?" It took the summoner a few moments more than he would have liked to understand what they meant....But, he felt a slight flush forming. She hadn't seemed...that tense when he was watching her. Her long legs weren't exactly pressed together, and.... ... 'Oh God, I was staring at her, wasn't I?' he noted to himself, shaking his head. "Ah, it's fine. I'm going to go train some more..." Alm called as they returned to the castle, heading down the path towards the training grounds. "Just...call me if you're in need, Summoner." "Ah, permit me to join you.." Seliph called, pacing along with him. "I find training most effective with a partner..." The summoner watched the two swordsmen start off together, and he let out a small sigh, glancing down at his pouch. 'I suppose I could try to summon again..' he thought, glancing down at the orbs within. 'I've got enough for two, if I...' As if like clockwork, his pouch suddenly seemed to pop open...A single orb starting to roll away. "Oh for the love of Naga..." he snapped, starting after it in a grumpy huff. A small distance of rolling later though, as he scooped it up..... "Oh Alm..." a familiar voice called, commanding his attention. "Can't you see how much I love you?" The summoner looked up to see the familiar blonde hair, peering through a bush. He didn't need binoculars to know where the girl's attention was....pacing quietly closer to see the training grounds just within visibility of her location. 'Oh wow...She's a stalker..' he thought to himself, quietly pocketing the runaway orb...As he started to take a step back. 'I'd better...." The sudden rustling of the bush caught his ears far too easily....And, as much as he wanted to retreat, his eyes found their way back to the girl's figure...Now hunched over in a kneeling position. "Mmmmth...What would you have done, if you'd seen this..?" Faye's voice called out to the air, as she started to lift up her long dress...Revealing some lightly pale, creamy white thighs....And..... "How you make me feel.....and....That I..." A completely bare bottom, some sort of fluid trailing down her thighs. The summoner's face glew bright red at this....As he struggled to tear his eyes away from the sight..... "Ahhhnn......" Though, far too late to miss the show. A low, quiet trickling sound could be heard...as a small stream started to spray onto the ground at her feet, splashing noisily as she let out a soft, groan. "Ohhhhhh...Oh Alm.... What would you do if you stumbled into me like this...?" she whispered to herself, her sputtering stream consistently squirting out of her. "Just...beyond my limits of control.....Unable to do anything but hike up my dress and.....Go." The Summoner covered his mouth at this in an attempt to mask his breathing...The girl's stream splashing away merrily as Faye continued her inquisition. "Would you scold me for waiting too long? Or, for daring to not wear anything under my dress?" she continued to ask, lightly bucking her hips. "Or maybe, you'd know that I've been going through so many garments around you that I quite simply can't....Keep...Dry.." He could see her stream losing force.....Even as liquid glistened on her thighs....And, he knew he had to get out of there...He had to avoid being seen... But..... "Ohhhhhhh...." the girl's voice softly groaned...And he started to step away.. Crunch.... 'Shit..!' A rogue tree-branch, trodden on at the worst possible time. The Summoner flinched, held his breath, and prayed...Hoping that maybe.... "I know you're there." A sudden shift in tone, the sweetly, naughty girl's voice gaining a fierce edge....And in just as many moments...The summoner could feel his blood run cold... "Come out...slowly." Every part of him wanted to run....Every fabric of his being screamed at him to leave the world, and never return..... But, rational thought had left him...he'd merely complied, stepping out with his hands up. "I'm sorry! I was just trying to follow this orb and...." he immediately confessed....His eyes slammed shut as if to pretend he hadn't had that amazing view....Pausing only when he felt something shockingly cold on his neck... "How long...have you been there?" the girl's voice called....As he dared to open an eye... "I...erm...I just..." he started, noticing an arrowtip held to his throat. "I...I heard you talking about Alm! And...and what you were wondering...and..and.." He braced himself for the worst.....feeling the cold against his neck press a bit harder.....Followed by a sudden warmth on his shoulder, the girl's head now resting on his shoulder... "I can smell Alm on you.." she mused again, in her softer....but still chilling tone. "You're the tactician.....So, I won't do anything......." A sharp pain sparked through his body, the girl's teeth sinking into the shoulder that Alm had patted a short while ago... "Yet." He felt his whole body freeze up anew, feeling the girl's tongue lashing over him....Before pulling back with the same smile as when she first greeted him...Hiding her terrifying visage behind a sweet...innocent smile... "But, you must not tell Alm of what you saw here.." she added, in a much more relaxed tone. "A maiden's heart is a sensitive thing....and I wish to confess at my own pace. I don't wish for anyone to spoil my affections for him. Understood?" The Summoner merely nodded quietly, too afraid to even address the other part of what he'd seen...The girl's fingers brushing against his lips. "As for peeping in on me, in such a delicate moment.." she interjected almost immediately, the Summoner's body visibly flinching and bracing for another assault.....Opening his eyes again after a few mere moments to a gentle smile. "I don't see the harm in permitting you to watch....As proper compensation for bringing Alm and I together in this world as well...... Without any of those...troublesome girls to distract him...I can properly take my time expressing my love." The summoner could feel his heart beating again at this, wondering if he'd gotten off of the hook for the accident....Before the girl's eyes shifted again. "But know this..." she started again, her voice dropping to the menacing tone. "If you do...anything to sully my chances with Alm.... You WILL regret it." "U...U..Understood!" the summoner called, nodding his head so hard he felt like it was going to fall off..... "Wonderful!" she mused, her hand rubbing the same shoulder as before. "I'm glad we could have this talk. Now, you must be tired, Summoner. Please, get some rest for me, okay?" "Y..Yes Ma'am!" he started, before seeing the girl's eyes darken again. "I..I mean Faye...!" The girl's eyes brightened again, and he spared no further second to put as much distance between him and the girl again. Darting through the halls, past the commander, the prince, and the princess, he hurriedly returned to his room, and almost completely collapsed onto the bed. "Gods, what did I get myself into this time..?" he stated, brushing his hand over the bite mark on his shoulder. "I shouldn't stay here...It would be dangerous...." But.... 'But....' He couldn't help but feel...a little more invested in this world than he had been before. Was it the implied death threat? Or..... .. ......... "Mmm....He's not quite Alm, but...." [Chapter 1: Beginnings, End] ============================================================================================================================================================ [Chatper 2: Dangerous] [Dangerous, Part 1] The next morning came all too soon, it felt....As the summoner quietly pushed himself out of bed. "Nnngh...Maybe it was all some kind of bad dream.." he thought to himself audibly, rubbing the side of his head. "I..I mean..." He shook off the thoughts of the previous night, feeling at his shoulder absentmindedly....And feeling the little marks. "....I should do that summoning.." he remarked to himself to try to distance himself from the memories, quickly gathering his robe and darting down the halls. "Good morning, summoner!" Seliph's voice calls as he practically zoomed past him, with a wave. "Hi Seliph, Bye Seliph." he quipped, taking a left...and then a right. "Morning, Summoner!" Alm politely greeted, as the summoner weaved past him as well. "Hi Alm Bye Alm." he added, picking up the pace a bit. He wasn't exactly excited to do some summoning...rather, he was trying to avoid.... "Ah, Summoner!" the only person he couldn't blow off called out, freezing him in his tracks. "We've got a new recruit." "C..Commander Anna.." he groaned quietly, before turning his head and... .... "Hello...! You must be..the tactician around here?" An unfamiliar girl, who was a little taller than him. With long, green hair that trailed down her back....A form-hugging sort of short dress...a white chest plate.... "Ah...Y..yes.." the summoner called, glancing down at her long legs...covered by what looked like some black tights, and knee-high boots. "I'm..." "Hehehe...You're staring, you know?" she pointed out to him quietly, prompting a face-flush from the summoner. "It's okay, don't feel bad about it. I'm Palla, of the Macedonian Whitewings." The summoner lightly snapped to attention, extending his hand out to the green haired girl. "N..nice to meet you.." he called out lightly, as she took his hand. "Um..White Wings?" "Named for the Pegasus they ride." Anna whispered into his ear, the boy flinching again. "A..Ah...Right..!" he sounded, as Palla chuckled. "Don't be afraid to come to me if you have any trouble." she assured, smiling a gentle, warm smile. "I've two younger siblings, so I've always been good at supporting people." "I..I'll keep that in mind." the summoner remarked, nodding his head as Palla started off....Trying to shake off his embarrassment. "Oh, and....Faye wanted to see you too..By the way." Anna added in a slightly matter-of-fact way. "Something about breakfast. Don't move too fast with her now, summoner." "C..Commander..!" he stammered out far too late, watching as the mischievous redhead stuck her tongue out teasingly...And strode off to leave him alone with his thoughts. "...W..Well, I can always summon afterwards.." he remarked to himself, quietly. "I..I'd better see what Faye wants..." He could tell himself he didn't have to see her.....But, a small voice in his head told him it would be a bad idea to ignore her, and he reluctantly agreed. The summoner strode down the halls once more, passing by several other figures conversing, debating, and otherwise communicating with one another...Before pushing his way into the kitchen. "Faye....? Are you in he-" he barely started, before seeing those familiar twinbraids...Dusty blonde hair quickly giving way to a.....worryingly sweet grin. "Oh good morning, Summoner!" she called out in far too perky of a tone compared to the previous night. "I just thought that you deserved a little something for bringing me and Alm together in this world again. Sooooooo....I made you some breakfast!" "R..Really..?" the summoner's mouth remarked, before he could properly stop himself, sheepishly taking a seat.. "U..Um..T..Thanks.." "Ehehehe...No problem." she sounded in an almost song-like tone, as she set a plate of...remarkably normal looking food in front of him. The summoner paused for a bit, hesitantly reaching for a utensil as the girl watched him...eerily... "No need to worry! It's perfectly safe." she mused, in a gently teasing tone. "Go on, eat up!" 'I feel like it would be unwise to accept her offer..' he thought, looking it over....before sticking in a spoonful. 'But, somehow I think it'd be more dangerous if I declined.' He took a careful first bite...expecting something foul, or toxic...But instead.... "This is....Amazing..!" he called, before starting to dig in hungrily, his body finally seeming to remember how long it'd been since he'd eaten. "Faye, what...What did you put in this?" "Ohhh, you know." she mused, letting a hand rest on her cheek. "The usual ingredients....A little bit of love.....And a bit of Crocus Sativus." "Ah, I see.." he sounded, quietly between bites....Before visibly pausing. "Wait....A bit of what?" "Hm? Crocus Sativus?" Faye inquired lightly, as she rest her head in her hand. "It's more commonly known as Saffron....An Aphrodisiac." The summoner dropped his spoon, feeling his body starting to become..uncomfortably warm and tensed. "Oh, looks like I used enough..." Faye mused, as she moved closer to the summoner's view, and knowingly knelt down so his eyes were level with her... considerable bust. "Well, then we can get to what I really wanted to talk about." The Summoner tried his damnedest to tear his eyes away from the girl's dress, and some exposed cleavage....Fruitlessly. "Now, I know we just got a new recruit." she stated quietly, in her menacing tone. "Miss Palla. Whitewing. You've met, I'm sure..." "Y..Y..Yes.." the summoner stammered, still feebly trying to avert his gaze....his body starting to lightly quiver as his mind wandered. If her outfit went down a few more inches..... "I would never suggest denying our army additional manpower..." Faye added coyly, as she shifted her arms a bit to lightly push her bosom out a bit more, making them look even larger than before. "But...Goodness knows I don't want Alm making eyes at another woman. So, I have a request..." "Y..Y..Yes..?" he feebly sounded, wanting nothing more than to leap onto her, and pop her bust free of her dress, and..... "Put Alm on training duty." she called, squeezing her arms around again. "Double down, even." "D..Double..." the summoner mouthed lightly, prompting a few giggles from the menacing village girl. "I'll decide for myself if she's going to be a problem...." Faye added, lightly inching back. "But until then, you are to bring her and me along in our battles......Understood?" "Y..Y..Yes.." he weakly sounded, finally managing enough willpower to clasp his eyes shut...A soft, lithe finger brushing against his cheek. "You do that..." the girl added, as she leaned into his ear, something soft pressing into his side. "And I'll...help you with your little..Problem. Sound like a deal?" He couldn't think of any way out of this...and he certainly wasn't sure how much longer he could keep up a firm resistance....So... "D..D..D..Deal..!" he sounded out in a shaky stutter, as the feeling of her body suddenly backed away. "Perfect! I'll be waiting then, Summoner!" she mused, back in her usual, pleasant tone. "See you inna bit" The summoner froze for a few moments, seeing the various cooking implements scattered around the kitchen....worrying about what he'd gotten himself into, despite all of the lustful thoughts plaguing him.... 'Gods.....She's....a dangerous woman..' And yet... [Chapter 2, Dangerous, Part 1, End] ================================================================================================================================================= [Chapter 2, Dangerous, Part 2] Three..........Four...Five times now, the summoner had dunked his head in a well of cold water.... Trying desperately to calm himself after the morning's deception, still trying to subdue the lingering effects of Faye's meal.... "How was I supposed to know a girl was going to join our team on her own?" he called to himself, still lightly aflush. "Stupid....freaking.." He shook his head, before starting along the area again, going to do what he'd intended to before the little distraction.... Finally visit the summoning grounds. "Might as well see what I can get with these orbs.." he called to himself as he started to slot in the orbs....flinching as he realized something far too late... "Grah..! I only have five!" he grumbled, gripping his hooded head between two clawed hands. "I thought for sure I had....Gahhhh..!" He mentally chided himself for being so stupid....As the orbs charged into their colored forms...Four red, and a colorless.. "Well...Shit." he quipped to himself, looking at the colorless. Part of him wanted to reach for it, but the thought of another Faye possibly wandering around.. ..... ....... "Top one, don't fail me now!" he called, scooping it up, and starting to slot it into the pedestal. The other orbs lost their color almost immediately, as energy started to swirl around... The crimson orb glowed......And, he raised his tool once more..... BANG Breidabrik fired into the orb, and he waited. Smoke started to pillow out from the pedestal, and he lightly perked up. "Ah..?" Rrrrummblll "AH?!" he sounded even louder, bracing himself for the best...yet feebly trying to temper himself for inevitable failure....Before the all-encompassing light blinded him.....and then.... "You mean I don't have to sleep anymore? I can stay with everyone?" The Summoner's eyes lit up for the first time in days wih pure glee, as he darted forward, and lifted up the summoned hero without pause. A petite girl, with a pink dress, a golden circlet, and long...forest green hair. A blue crystal was held in her grip, but... "Uh huh..!" he called out, excitedly. "You can be with us, forever, Tiki!" There was a small pause as much hugging occurred, before the girl's voice piped up again. "...What about Vegetables?" "We'll see." the Summoner called, lightly pressing on the girl's nose, and turning around. "C'mon, I'll show you around.." "Okay..!" she mused back, holding out her hand for him to take. The Summoner smiled, and started to show her around the base for a time, before a familiar red haired girl interrupted his good time. "Summoner, we've got reports of Emblema invading the world of mystery." Anna stated, quickly. "Muster your troops, and prepare for battle." ".....Yes Ma'am..." the summoner called in a deflated tone, kneeling down to the green haired girl. "We'll play around a bit later, okay? Just get used to the castle, and behave Tiki darling." "Okay, I will!" the girl called in a perky tone, grinning. "Please be safe, summoner!" He grinned back at her, before starting along...Heading out to the courtyard with a bit of spring in his step.... "Woah..! Easy girl...!" The Summoner barely ducked out of the way of a descending Pegasus, seeing a familiar head of dark green..... .... And, contrary to his previous conception, a sizable bottom, covered in very form fitting black spats. The boy found himself blushing once again, his previous lust having resurfaced almost immediately. "Aha...Sorry. Was just taking her for a ride around here." Palla's voice called, as she dismounted the horse. "Are you feeling okay? You look a little red..." "I..I'm fine.." he lied quickly, trying to avert his eyes from the girls....Even as his view trailed down her legs. It was easy to picture the girl's curves through her uniform, but..... "Oh, you must be Palla.." Faye's voice interrupted, prompting the boy to stand at attention once more. "I'm Faye. It's nice to meet you." "Oh, nice to meet you too." Palla added lightly, holding out a hand for the girl to take. "I got the orders. We're going to head out to help the World of Mystery, right?" "Right." Faye mused, turning her head to look at the summoner...who was struggling to keep his eyes level with hers. "Will Alm be joining us?" The Summoner froze at this.....but remembered the girl's words from earlier, and started to pull on his cloak nervously. "U..Um...he...had a bunch of training he wanted to do.." he answered quickly, glancing along. "But, Seliph should be joining us. And..." "Aww...Well, okay." Faye mused back innocently...and for a moment, the summoner wasn't sure he hadn't made a mistake somehow..... "Well, I brought some drinks. In case we get thirsty." Palla called at this, reaching into a pouch on her pegasus's side to pull out a canteen. "Don't worry, I brought enough for everyone, so drink up." "Oh...S..sure.." the summoner answered, politely taking a cup of it....Faye doing much of the same with...what he thought of as barely concealed intensity in her gaze.....along with her...shockingly calm breathing. He could barely see her ample bosom moving at all as they spoke, and.. .... 'Gah..I need to focus..' he thought to himself, before starting to point forward. "Enough talk! We should make our advance now!" he called out.....awkwardly. "I..I mean..the sooner we get this done, the better, yeah?" "Mmm." Faye sounded in agreement, as the boy turned back to see Seliph arriving....And lead the group on... .... ........... ................ ''Okay, yeah. I need to stop staring at Palla's ass.' the summoner thought to himself as he watched her pegasus swoop her down for another would-be deadly strike...proving their strength against the heroes of the world of mystery.....And freeing them.... ... Or, that was the plan, at least. He knew they were about halfway through the invasion, but before he could lead them towards their next destination, another pegasus swooped down from the skies...a girl with short blue hair, and a similar chemogasm/Breastplate combo to Palla....but, blue appearing. "Sister, is that you?" the girl called, Palla leaping off of her mount to get a better look. "Catria? What's wrong?" the green haired girl responded....As the summoner found himself looking back towards the blue haired girl. In the place of boots, she wore blue thigh-highs instead. And where he saw black material covering thigh with Palla... Catria wore no such covering....Her own leap down from her pegasus making the summoner's addled mind wonder if she had anything on under it.... 'No...No...Bad Summoner...Bad..' he thought to himself, shaking his head. 'Don't ogle the girl that we just met..' Her bust was fairly modest as well...But, before he could get a better look at her, Palla quickly strode over to him, pure panic on her face. "Summoner, Please..!" she remarked sharply, the boy wishing he hadn't missed the last part of the conversation. "We must go after them immediately! You understand, right?' "U..Um...R..right.." he called, Palla's expression softening quickly. "Thank you...!" she cried out, wrapping her arms around him and squeezing him in a short, but tight hug. "A..Ahhh...!" He was certain she could feel a certain part of him against her thighs....But, if she minded, she didn't show it outwardly, as she leapt onto her pegasus. "Come on, Let's go!" The summoner nodded a bit, glancing to Faye who kept up her usual, slightly worrying smile...As they chased after.... ... ....... "A....Ahhhh.." The group ended up eventually coming up to a battlezone, the summoner wincing as he looked around. Armored knights, and discarded, bloody tomes scattered the wayside....Yet, as he looked up to see yet another pegasus with a different girl mounted atop it...Even he could see the weight of the situation through his lust-tainted mind. "She's outnumbered..." he called out quietly, seeing the girl lunge with a spear at a foe swordsman. Her lance pierced his throat, and he fell to the ground..... Yet, as he fell, it seemed as if three took his place, wielding different weapons. One holding a long lance, another gripping a heavy-looking axe....And another pulling back the string on a bow.... "Est..!" Palla's voice called, as the girl peeked over in their direction..The boy getting a glance at her. Pink hair, short like Catria.....But, while her outfit was a deep red, she wore long boots like Palla...Though.... "S..Sister..!" she cried out, her lance working to parry an incoming strike aimed at her pegasus....Looking to be her only advantage on the forces on the ground.... "But...archers are strong against Flyers.." he called to himself, scowling. "Shit...Seliph! Faye! I need you to head forward! Catria, Palla! Go save your sister!" A mixed group of affirmations rang out as he sat back..trying to direct them through a quick path towards their target. "I won't let you harm my sister!" Palla's voice cried out as the soliders turned....a few nasty grins on their faces. "Eheh...Look here. Now there's one girl for each of us." the lance-wielding one called...prompting a scowl from the summoner. "Well, you can have pinky." the axe-wielder called to the lance-wielder. "I like my girls to have some more shape on their bodies, like blue here..." "Oh, so I get the plain green one?" the archer called, starting to aim an arrow. "Fine.... I'm gonna have fun pulling on that long hair." 'Okay, now I just wanna puke..' the summoner scowled, glancing over at Seliph. He darted forward with his legendary sword aloft, but.... "Gah...!" The summoner's guard had been let down for a moment, and when he looked back, Catria had been knocked off of her Pegasus, tumbling to the ground as the axe-wielder started towards her. Though she quickly gripped her lance to strike back, the blade of his axe cleaved the end off of it handily. "Shit...Seliph!" the summoner called as he brought down his blade on the man's shoulder, tearing open a sizable gash with a swift strike..... "Tch..stupid heroes.." the lance-wielder called, plunging his spear into Palla's Pegasus, which left a very sizable wound....Palla leaping off with a bit more grace than her sibling. "I won't forgive you for attacking my sister like that..!" she started, raising her blade to strike back.....Only to have the man butt the back of his spear against her stomach. "I'm not asking for your forgiveness.." he called, sweeping the girl's legs in another fluid move. "No matter how much you scream for it.." The summoner visibly flinched at this...Watching Est's pegasus buck her off to dodge an incoming arrow from the archer. "Iyah....!" Est's voice squeaked out, as the archer paced closer....Kicking her now dropped lance firmly out of reach.... "Oi, check this out..." the lance wielder called, as all eyes on the battlefield turned towards him, and Palla. The Summoner's eyes went wide as he saw the man's spear lift up the front of her dress, and a pool of liquid started to sputter out between her thighs. "This one's pissing herself!" Palla's cheeks burned in shame as the man roughly jabbed at her waist with the blunt side of his spear, clearly doing her body no favors. "I wonder if this one would too." the archer called, pulling back an arrow aimed at Est's head. "You know you'll end up doing it when you die anyways, so might as well give us a show, pinkie!" Est's body quivered, and shook...before the man let his arrow fly.... It missing her head, and planting itself into the ground right behind her. "AHHH...Ahhhh..." the pinkette sounded, before a trickling could be heard...and her own thighs started to glisten with moisture. "Ahahaha! These girls are barely out of diapers, yet they think themselves warriors? How shameful!" "Yeah. Wetting yourself in front of the enemy. Do you sluts have no shame? I mean, come on..." The summoner scowled, gripping Brediabrik, and leering up at the jeering man now hoisting Palla up by her hair. "STOP IT, you MONSTERS!" he cried out to the man, who barely afforded him a distasteful glance. "Shaddup..." the man called, before turning back to his prey. "We're going to have fun with you, aren't we?" he added, turning his head to look at his comrade in affirmation....freezing after a moment, and suddenly dropping Palla. The summoner started towards the green haired rider immediately at this, his view going from her fallen form.... to the lance-wielding man beside her. 'Okay...So, If I charge him and thrust my weight into his chest, I might be able to.' he planned to himself as he started to get closer, looking over at the man... Just in time to see his body tumble to the ground....red trickling down the visor of his helmet. "Ah..? What the..." he sounded incredulously, looking for what caused it.....Noticing.... A single arrow....aimed true...Right between the eye holes of his helmet...... Fired by the dusty-blonde villager, who's eyes held a cold, steeled expression of pure malice. "You people disgust me..." she snapped in a low tone, Seliph's own distaste for them apparent in the archer's own marred body....Slashed almost to the point of being unidentifiable. The summoner breathed a sigh of relief, before darting over to the green haired girl, reaching out to help her up. "Palla! Are you okay?" he called out quickly, Seliph helping Catria up, and Faye assisting Est to her feet. "I...I've been better.." she groaned out, wincing. "Are Catria, and Est okay?" "Yeah...Yeah they're fine." the Summoner called, hoisting the girl up onto his shoulder. "C'mon...Let's get you all back to base now..." "Si...sisters.." Est sounded, looking near tears as Faye helped her over...Catria managing to hobble her way over as the trio embraced...Sniffling, some of them soaked, and crying...But, relieved..... The summoner had been anxious for the longest time, but as they all started back, he couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment...The group managing to pull through their battles with everyone intact.... 'E..Even if their garments are.....' he thought, stifling another flush. 'Are.....' .. No, he couldn't focus on that. Not right now.... .... "W..Well, we've left our...clothes with laundry...." Palla called out to the Summoner, wearing an oversized shirt at this. "So....I'm going to go take over the baths with my sisters right about now." "A..Ah.." the summoner responded, finally feeling the aphrodisiac's effects waning, allowing him the ability to not think of them all stark-naked...rubbing, scrubbing, and otherwise touching at...various sensitive areas of their body. Not that he wouldn't still be thinking it. "O..Okay.." "I'll see you later, Summoner." Palla added lightly, leaning down towards his ear. "Thank you for today. Hope you're as happy to see me again tomorrow." The boy couldn't tell if she was teasing him or not, but he started to head back to his room at this, letting out a small yawn when.... "Summoner." Faye's voice broke the near-silence of the halls, carrying a sort of box, and a bucket. The boy turned with a flinch at this, before glancing down. "Do you...need help?" he offered, the girl shaking her head. "Oh, Oh no..You don't have to.." she assured him, starting along. "Unless you want to carry along the whitewing's soaking wet dresses...and....naughty underthings...." ... He hadn't quite expelled all effects of the aphrodisiac it seemed, as he blushed deeply and nodded, moving to help her lift it up. "So..um..where to?" he asked the girl, who merely smiled and pointed in a vague direction ahead. "Where we won't be seen, of course." she mused, leading him out of the castle.... And a far ways away.....Until he could hear the rushing waters of a nearby river...... "The moon's bright tonight." she called out to him, as she knelt down, and started to fill the bucket with water. "Y..Yeah..It is.." the Summoner absentmindedly responded, as a heavy silence fell over the two...... .... "So, I promised you I'd help with that little...problem you have.." Faye added after a short bit, prompting the boy to flush. "P...P..Problem? Wh..what problem? I d...don't have a problem! No, Honest!" he protested, starting to mentally plead with himself to keep his excitement repressed....As the girl turned her head to look at him. "Lying is bad you know..." she leered at him, the boy's face going from flush to white in mere moments, as she started to move through the box. "As the one on Laundry Duty..." she continued as if he hadn't said anything, starting to set out a few garments. "Responsibility to everyone's sacred undergarments falls to me. Though I would never think of pilfering someone's most intimate wears.....If a certain someone were to desire a bit for some naughty relief...Perhaps I could say it got washed away in the river, and we could...'find' it at a later date." The boy paused for a moment, before blushing once more as he thought about it......The girl's eyes glancing back up at him as she started to pull out some key items. "Perhaps....These oh so soaked spats." the girl started, holding up Palla's black shorts-like garments. "Held firm, and concealing over her thighs, and girlhood....Yet, in the end, they were tormented with her troubled tinkle-tank and are in a thorough needs of a cleansing." The summoner shivered a bit, as the girl reach into the box again. "Or, perchance, one would desire the clothes of someone smaller.." she added, pulling out a pair of pink, lacey panties....similarly darkened around the crotch region. "Form fitting, yet just as susceptible to spraying as any other garment. You could probably still smell her naughty scent if you tried hard enough..." He quivered once more....As the girl then pulled out a pair of white garments....greyed around the crotch, and fairly up the back as well... "Maybe one prefers the plain, but thorough approach.." Faye added, still wearing her casual grin. "Though she hid it better than her siblings, it seems they're less whitewings, and more...Wet wings, if you were to ask me..." The boy blushed at the thought deeper, as Faye turned to look at him once more....holding up the trio of garments. "Or...is there someone else whose garments you wish to....indulge in?" she asked...The boy flinching, and pausing... 'Is there a girl who's underwear I'd want..?' he thought to himself, feeling his body tense up. 'W..well of course..It's..' The girl's eyes seemed to widen at this, as if reading his mind..Before hooking her hands to her dress. "I'm sorry to say, but.." she mused, hoisting it up above her hips again to reveal what he knew he saw the previous night. A perfectly shaven girlhood, creamy thighs.....soft-looking skin, all bare for his eyes to see... "I simply don't wear any." The boy's pants started to tent out wildly at the view, a bit of drool dripping down from his lips...As the girl let out a small...perky giggle. "Goodness, you're an animal." she quipped, lightly. "Getting this worked up over a little view? Surely, you wouldn't be so satisfied with something like..." "Do you need to pee again..?" The words escaped his mouth before she could complete her sentence.....And before he could fully grip the weight of his words. He had lost himself in his lust for a few precious moments, and at even the slightest nudging..... 'Oh Naga, she's going to kill me..' the boy thought to himself, watching as the girl's eyes went from warm...to cold....to a strange lukewarm mixture of the two. "You....want to watch me pee again..?" Faye asked, not quite sounding friendly....But, at the same time, not sounding angry. "Would you rather have that, than someone's underwear?" The boy thought for a few tensed moments, before slowly nodding his head. "I...If you don't mind.." he meekly requested..... Watching...waiting for some kind of telltale response. Would she comply? Would she rebuff him? Would she call him a creep, no better than the people they fought earlier? "I...suppose I could.." she answered a bit oddly, adjusting her dress some more. "Just...do not tell anyone." "I..I won't." he called immediately, as he watched the girl's eyes. They didn't shift from their middle-ground of emotions....Only glance downward as she, for the first time, avoided his gaze.... "Ah....Ahhhhhh...." He could see a clear stream sputtering to life between the girl's lower lips...Spraying the ground beneath her feet fiercely...if not as powerfully as the night before. Her puddle barely nipped at her own heels before it started to sputter to a stop, the girl's body shivering from top to bottom afterwards. "Was...that enough for you?" she asked, a faint tinge of pink finding it's way to her cheeks. "U..Um..Y..Yes..! Yes, it was.." the boy called, feeling his own face burning red, and his body demanding he mentally replay that scene over...and over again.... "Go..Good." Faye called, starting to dunk the girl's undergarments in the water. "Y..You should get back, before anyone wonders where you are." "A..Ah...R..right.." the summoner called, starting to turn away from her. "And.....Summoner.." the girl's voice called out, prompting him to pause, and turn. "Y..Yeah?" "Don't..." "I won't tell anyone. Especially Alm." he answered quickly, the girl visibly flinching. "R..Right..." she stammered, glancing down. "Please..Don't." As the summoner started back towards the castle, she glanced back at the puddle on the ground, and the clothes she was to wash. "He's....really...." .... "Alright...." the summoner called as he made his way back to his room, his mind still burning with the image he'd just witnessed. "Now, I can finally deal with this, and go to..." No sooner had he started towards his bed, did a thumping sound catch his attention, prompting him over to the door. He opened it quietly, seeing a familiar, petite green haired girl, clutching a pillow. "I had a bad dream..." Tiki's voice called, gently rubbing her eyes. "Can...I sleep with you tonight..?" ..... 'Well, not getting that relief tonight..' he thought to himself, before opening the door, and pulling back his covers. "Sure thing, sweetie." he called, starting to lay down in his bed. "Make yourself comfortable." "Thank you..." Tiki sounded quietly, letting out a small yawn, before immediately starting to doze off. ... ....... "Gods, I wish I could sleep like that." [Chapter 2, Dangerous, part 2, end] ============================================================================================================================================= AuthorFaust: Faust hopes you all enjoy this, and all further chapters. Faust hopes to have the next chapter of FE: Heroes up by next Friday. In the meantime, have fun, and a pleasant time! Faust hopes to update This, and Another Note soon.
  7. I have always been strangely attracted to robots, specifically humanoid androids in science fiction. It’s been difficult to rationalize why. It could be related to the fantasy of creating a sleek, perfect being corresponding to my overt and rather lustful tendencies. Equally, it could simply be an attraction to a novel and new concept that is being reintroduced and explored repeatedly in mainstream media. Perhaps my engineering profession has something to do with it. Regardless, I wanted to create something that made sense in the context of omorashi. There have been several exploratory attempts on this forum that strive to associate and functionalize excretion of fluids with the operation of a robot; sadly, none achieved the breakthrough detail and realism I was seeking. A radical concept finally dawned on me about a month ago that seemed plausible from an engineering and scientific viewpoint. This post and the following ones aim to pen the concept down in a story. I have never written fiction in my life and scored horribly for literature at school before giving it up completely, so forgive me if the plot does not match up to the concept and/or this does not pass the editor’s cut. I hope, nevertheless, that those who like this stuff lurking around in this forum will appreciate this little story of mine and perhaps use the concept into the future. Cheers!
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    WARNINGS, etc: This video isn't of the highest quality, but it's still very hot. Contains frontal female nudity. The Seth Rollins action figure I give a nice golden shower to isn't the one I'm in a relationship with, though it is very similar-looking. (Oddly, he looks a lot less grumpy now.) Happy holidays, so here's a 10 minute or so video from me with a little something for everyone. If you like desperation, cigarette smoking, wet jeans, wet undies, action figures being played with and peed on, naked peeing, risky peeing (on an unprotected bed!), feet, boobies, or pussy, or all of the above, you'll like this video.

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    WARNING: Contains nudity, my lower half. Just me wetting a Goodnites pull up under jeans. It leaks :) Then, I pull down my jeans and Goodnites and examine the damage.

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    I completely flooded my shorts after my roommate took too long in the bathroom after I'd been holding for awhile. I had a lot to clean up, but the experience was worth it. Enjoy!

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  11. View File Roommate hogged the bathroom... I completely flooded my shorts after my roommate took too long in the bathroom after I'd been holding for awhile. I had a lot to clean up, but the experience was worth it. Enjoy! Submitter Weeing Willow Submitted 04/26/2017 Category Shorts Wetting  
  12. Genre - Horror Platform - RPG Maker VX Ace So, a year ago, I got my hands on RPG Maker, and since then I've been slowly familiarizing myself with it, and eventually began building my own game. The Sanguinary Emissary is a horror-themed RPG, but remains on the comical side of things so things aren't too heavy. It features it's own desperation system, along with wetting and peeing mechanics, hand drawn art, in-battle and out-of-battle fear wettings, and an enticing story line, based on the premise of exploring a mansion that everyone considers haunted. Side notes: -Much of the art is more than six months old, so by the next or even final release, there will be many redraws. -This is in its beta stage, so any bugs or errors you find, please report them either here or in the comments section of the file download page. -A very special thanks to Rainyday and OmniLisk for their patience and time. They have been instrumental in the development of this game and supported me in times of low confidence. Remember, if you haven't played a game in RPG Maker VX Ace before, you will need to download the Run Time Package (RTP) for it. You can get it for free here: http://www.rpgmakerweb.com/download/additional/run-time-packages https://omorashi.org/files/file/2626-the-sanguinary-emissary/ I ask that you bear with me on this. There is bound to be many many bugs and errors for the first people to play this. Don't hesitate to report anything that feels out of place.
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    Hi everyone, this is a compilation of various omorashi scenes, all from the same anime. DESCRIPTION: This is from a common anime, not a hentai. On it a girl (the main character of this cartoon) is always trying to make the good girl (who thinks she is her best friend) pees her panties in front of everyone, but there is no mater how hard she tries, the situations always turns against her, beeing the one who always finish wetting herself. CAUTION: This is a common anime, but the charactes are children, I hope it is not against the rules, and I expect it doesn´t offend anyone.

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    So the demo of this file was uploaded previously, but this is the full version, as far as I can tell, with all CG sheets included as well. [synopsis] Maid agency Morreno Company. Pudding is a granddaughter of the manager was working to deliver the luggage to the hero at the request of the king. Toward a respectable manager she run through today! [Game Description] ※ This work is just a game to leak you. There is no sexual activity. Please be forewarned. It should be noted, by stool keep the [pee-only] in the configuration of one weaker menu You can play safely. (Making it to pee only by default) You can trampled to jump the monsters and traps, you can dodge. While well pick up items to increase the time count It is a system of action game aimed at the goal in time. Item of [T] will increase the time and the leakage point. [!] Item of I get the money or garbage. Up hero is a clerk is evaluated by picking up the garbage, it has the effect of reducing the leakage point. Please leakage point is to achieve a request by controlling so as not to exceed the 100. Erotic CG basic 20 sheets (in, four cut-in) The difference 139 sheets Small, all 60 scenes in large each 30 of the leak scene. It is a little, but the cut-ins also work I think I enjoy. [Convenience features] Transparency of the message window Fast-forward message It is caught not smooth move Event, recollection of CG Map that can be recovered erotic events missed (In order to give the atmosphere with regard to flashback, it will in the second half) This work I have created in RPG Maker VX. Please download the person who is not RTP has been installed. (It is a link in the manual) 【please note】 ※ before you are purchasing, please check the operation must always trial version. ※ There is a possibility to replace the body file for reasons such as bug fixes. Keep the pre-user registration. Opus RJ166910 file name / file capacity RJ166910.zip / 100.26MB (105130625Byte) CPUpentium ® III 1.0GHz or higher (recommended pentium ® 4 2.0GHz or more) memory 256 MB or more (512MB or more recommended) HDD100MB or more (or more recommended 300MB) must correspond to the DirectX9.0c regard notes etc. bug fixes and will be scheduled matters. Dee El site com does not guarantee this. Please purchase on you to acknowledge it to work the contents of the current stage. DLSite:http://www.dlsite.com/maniax/work/=/product_id/RJ166910.html

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  15. Here is a story which I have written recently, hope some of you like it. Anne was a keen netball player at school, playing in the first team and also at County level. When she went on to college at 18, she continued to play in the college league and her friends and social life developed around the girls with whom she played in the college team. Often after matches at the weekend there would be partying and drinking and flirting with boys. One of the things that Anne and some of the other girls in the team had found was that while they were running and jumping around on the netball court, if they were in need of a wee, they would sometimes find that they accidentally wet themselves a bit, which in medical terms is called stress incontinence. The girls in the team were wearing a team strip of maroon coloured polo shirts and short pleated netball skirts, with maroon coloured cotton knickers, white ankle socks and trainers. Often when they came off court at the end of a game several of the girls would have a darker coloured damp patch to their cotton knickers beneath their skirts, where they had wet themselves. If it was only a small amount then, if it was ever noticed by a casual onlooker, this could be put down to perspiration after a hard game. In the changing rooms afterwards the girls would talk openly about this happening, and would laugh amongst themselves about wetting themselves while playing, often not even noticing at the time that it happened. Anne had found the she was beginning to wet herself regularly at almost every game and so had decided to wear a thin panty liner while playing, to hide the fact and avoid any embarrassment. At one of the weekend parties Anne had met a boy, Alex, and after a while they had begun dating. Several months passed and, although they both took things slowly, as they really got to know each other the relation became more serious and they fell in love. Alex came to quite a few netball matches to cheer the team on and then went on to the after match parties with the girls and their friends and partners. He soon began to overhear some of the girls, when they had had a few drinks, talking about the fact that they would sometimes wet themselves while playing. If there was a queue at the toilets later in the evening, after a few drinks there would even be a few bawdy comments by some of the girls along the lines of ‘ …Oh I can’t be bothered waiting, I might as well just wet myself again like I did in the game!’ followed by gales of laughter. Later when they were together Alex asked Anne about the comments he had heard and she told him all about the girls who sometimes would accidentally wet themselves while they were playing netball. Alex was quite turned on by this, and Anne went on to tell him that it now happened to her quite often, and she had started to wear a panty liner while she was playing as a result. Anne noticed that the whole conversation had seemed to get Alex really turned on, so she asked him why. He then said that he had a secret sexual fantasy which he had never shared with anyone else, and asked that she promise not to laugh when he told her. He thought for a few moments and then said that in his fantasy he imagined being with a girl who became desperate for a wee and, after holding on for as long as possible, couldn’t help but wet her knickers while she was with him. Surprisingly there was no thunderbolt from the heavens after he disclosed this fantasy, and Anne wasn’t bothered by it at all. The following week he was invited around to Anne’s house, just the two of them for a quiet meal and a few drinks. After a while they were getting quite passionate, and Anne asked if Alex would like her to dress up in her netball strip, since Alex thought that Anne looked really sexy in her polo shirt, short pleated skirt and ankle socks. When she came down Alex’s heart nearly stopped, Anne looked so gorgeous. While they carried on drinking Anne began flirting with Alex, striking sexy poses and flashing her knickers under her short skirt and laughing. Anne then began to look mysteriously at Alex, and said ‘What would you say if I told you I was getting really desperate for a wee, and I really should go to the bathroom?’ Alex thought for a moment and then responded ‘I don’t want you to go to the bathroom yet, I want you to hold on.’ Anne smiled and carried on dancing around in front of Alex for a few more minutes, but then crossed her legs and began jigging around. ‘Right now I'm absolutely bursting to have a wee,' is all she says, 'I really am going to wet myself in a minute if I don’t go to the bathroom.' Alex’s legs are trembling, and he says ‘ I don’t want you to go to the bathroom just yet.’ Anne looked deeply into Alex’s eyes and said ‘ If I can’t go to the bathroom and I am desperate for a wee and can’t hold on any longer, do you mean that you want me to wet my knickers,’ Alex looked at her ‘I do want you to wet yourself now, like you do sometimes when playing netball.’ ‘Or like I did when I was a little girl?’ said Anne. Anne crossed her legs and held herself with her hand, ‘Oh I’m nearly doing it, I really can’t wait much longer.’ Then she walked over and sat on Alex’s knee, with her arms around his shoulders. ‘It’s easier to hold it when I’m sitting down’ she said, ‘But I am going to wet myself any minute if you really want me too, I can’t wait much longer.’ ‘I do want you to’ said Alex. Anne gave a short cry and thrust her hand between her legs. There was the tiniest hint of a darkness that is even darker than the maroon colour of her knickers spreading over the material in between her legs. She pulled her knees together and then apart as far as they will go once, twice, three times, and the dark patch of dampness began to glisten and spread. ‘Oh heavens, I can’t hold on, I’m wetting my knickers,’ she said. The wetness slowly spread, soaking her knickers and Alex’s trousers as Anne began to let go her full bladder, as she wet her netball knickers and skirt sitting on Alex’s Knee. By now they were both so horny that they had to finish the evening by making passionate love, and then soaking in a hot bath together..
  16. Wetting in a dress View File Today hasn't been the best day, so I thought I'd make another video. I will admit that I peed a bit in my panties before I started recording just so I'd be more desperate when I actually recorded. Anyways, enjoy! I may make another one later since I'm doing laundry all day anyways :p Submitter Averylynn Submitted 08/19/2015 Category Skirt Wetting  
  17. https://www.poopeelife.com/members/lillian-durst/media/ (formerly wetpantsboy; not that the name is any better). The car ride holding video is fantastic. 12 minutes of fun. I'd expect her to post more in the future so you may want to revisit this every once in a while.
  18. This is both a search and opinion article. First question is, what are the bound2burst videos (besides to pee or not to pee) that you believe are 100% real pee holding accidents even though technically "staged." Which ones are or look the genuine most real to you. I refuse to buy anything less from them. In general whether you find the video you can post it here, or lead me in the direction of where to buy it, or even just talk about the most genuine pee holding accidents you can find. I'm not talking about ones where they stand there open legged peeing going "oh my god I can't hold it" with a fake tone, but the ones that try to hold it until the point they can't. Even if you don't have or can't find it describe it. I want to share ideas and see what people come up with related to this topic. All are welcome! I'm just looking for the absolute best of the best.
  19. female

    First of all I'd like to start this off by introducing this lovely girl I know. Let's call her... S. S is a girl full of fantasies as well as a lust to explore what is yet unknown to her, to a certain extent. We initially got in touch with eachother in a rather innocent way, as it had nothing to do with any of our kinks what so ever. After a while of having talked to eachother we began talking about what we both enjoyed, and surprisingly I decided to yet keep this kink that I have a secret - for now. Eventually we reached a point where we were comfortable enough to talk about any- and everything and oh boy did we crack open some delicate topics! One of these topics lead to this experience as well as the pictures listed below. The topic we decided to explore was under the Sub/Dom category and involved controlling her... I saw this as a sneaky oppertunity to 'coincidentally' introduce her to the kink which I haved had ever since I was a child - Holding, as I'm sure many if not every one on this form knows of. She was a bit nervous and uncomfortable about it, until the inevitable ending occured; her not being able to hold it any longer and having to give in. She fell in love with this kink and we have since then explored it far more and I will definitely be sure to throw in a few more stories and possibly even pictures of her, as she is very eager to explore further and hear what people have to say! I'll be sure to return some other time with more content - but for now this is all I have to contribute. Have a wonderfully wet weekend, folks. - Mr Strangerous. For those that are curious I can confirm that her age is indeed over 18.
  20. Hi everyone! Its been awhile since I've posted anything in this section, but today being Christmas you all deserve a gift, and it just so happens that Christmas Eve brought alcohol. I tend to drink far too much whenever there's alcohol around, and I don't exactly handle myself well when drunk, and that brought two interesting situations last night given alcohol is a diuretic and all. So yeah, last night was Christmas Eve, and like most families, we had a get together here at home and partied a little. Gifts were exchanged, stories told, and many a drink consumed. In my case, throughout the course of the night I burned through an entire bottle of whiskey and almost a whole case of hard lemonade. Needless to say, I got pretty tipsy and stupid to the point that eventually I could barely walk and spent a lot of time laying on the floor laughing at stuff. Occasionally I managed to make it to my computer and rant in the IRC about god knows what, I can't remember, and message pretty much everyone I know to tell them they're awesome. But that's not what you're here for! I'm sure you can imagine that alcohol being a diuretic coupled with the fact that trying to walk from room to room felt like a level straight out of StarFox did not make for fun adventures to the bathroom...But yet again, my biggest enemy was once again my own terrible judgement. So, obligatory description phase. You know the basics, I'm tiny, anywhere between 5'5 and 5'9. I haven't been measured in years, but if I deliberately put it off I can give estimates like that, that make me sound taller than I actually am probably. Around 116 pounds, pale enough that I could probably blend in with the snow if we actually had any on the ground right now. Long black hair, and I'd like to think I look fairly decent when I put on my standard eyeliner and the like. This story will involve 2 outfits, but for most of the night I was wearing a black shirt that stops right above my belly button, a black and white striped buttonup overshirt (A favorite of mine) left unbuttoned, a pair of light gray jeans with a cute belt. I have a thing for cute and shiny belt buckles, in this case it was a heart. I also wore a santa hat, but that fell off at some point and went forgotten for the rest of the night. Anywho yes, I socialized, drank, drank some more, eventually devolved into being a cavewoman slurring around on the ground. It happens to me a lot. Needless to say, I eventually developed a rather pressing need to pee, but as is usually the case when I am drunk, I ignored it entirely because almost everything else in the world seems like a far more pressing matter. I recall the first time I actually noticed it as an urgent thing was when I was sitting on the floor in the living room playing my PS4 while trying to sing opera for some reason. I twisted in a certain way, and a drop fell out into my purple panties. It took me completely by surprise. I actually had to meditate on it for a second and focus on my bodily functions and was like, WELL I am certainly very desperate to pee, how did I not notice this? I stared at the stairs. Well...Kind of. My vision was swimming all over the place, so it was more like looking in the general direction of the stairs and mulling over the concept of them. Then a zombie attacked me on the game I had neglected to even look at for the last 20 seconds without pausing, and like a true drunk I COMPLETELY forgot the need I had just realized I had for perhaps the next 25 minutes before it violently reminded me I was there again. Midgame I shifted again and a dribble began. I didn't even notice it, but I began to feel warm and shifted again because it felt nice. The movement, naturally, caused me to suddenly violently spurt into my pants, the area between my legs gathering a sizable wet patch. Upon the feeling of momentary loss of control, I felt multiple things. Surprise, given I had forgotten about this, and a very sudden awareness that I could burst literally any second. The desperation I had somehow managed to ignore hit like a freight train. In that moment, it was like I had never needed to pee more. The moment I spurted I moaned VERY loudly, prompting my mother to poke in the room and give me a weird eye. I crossed my legs to hide the patch, waved at the tv and said something resembling "Zombeesh", to which she nodded in apparent understanding. It was at this point I became determined. I got to my feet somehow, and made my way up the stairs in a weird walk/crawling way, the people socializing in the kitchen next to the living room barely noticing. I dribbled more when I was going up I think. I can't say for sure, but I do remember the warmness being more apparent the more I moved. I made it to the top... ...And completely forgot why I was there and stumbled into my bedroom before sitting at the computer. I blinked a few times, typed some crap I don't remember into the IRC, and pondered my presence on the second floor of the house. I spurted badly again and suddenly remembered why...And just took it in. Being an omo enthusiast, the situation struck me and I became somewhat entranced and aroused. I felt the wet spot with my hand, which had grown into a very noticeable size. I vaguely remember humming lightly, an almost "mmm" sound and intentionally letting a few dribbles out to keep the warm lingering. I got a little TOO into it, because my back arched...Which pushed my belt and button into my abdomen. A very violent leak happened, spraying into my jeans with a hiss and I could feel my ass become very wet almost instantly. I shot forward and buried my hands between my legs with a noise probably sounding like a "Gah!" before remembering to appreciate the predicament I was in. I very obviously had to change now, very bad damage having been done. Go to bathroom. Change into pj's. Plans having been laid and focused on, I stood up...and fell right into my desk, bumping into my belly more. I propped myself up, slamming my hand on my desk and squealing as I felt my muscles start to fluctuate heavily, like my pelvic floor were teetering and about to drop any second. I kept my free hand buried between my legs as I tried to stand, tried to move, tried to hold, but it was too hard. A spray shot out. And another. I gasped and squeaked more as my pee began to warm my hand in bursts, the bursts rapidly coming closer together. My pants became damper in a larger, and larger margin each time, I could feel streams beginning to flow down my inner thighs...That's what caused the pelvic floor to quite literally drop. The moment I got my balance it just started coming off of me, and trying to clench it shut was like trying to lift a weight way too heavy for me. I yelled out a very loud cry as I felt my pee race down the insides of my legs, trailing behind me to soak my lower ass, and otherwise pour off of me to pitterpatter onto the floor. It just kept hissing, a prolonged pssssh as I constantly cried out, "AHH A-AH AAH" as if the yelling would help my now drenched hand stem the flow (It didn't.) I looked down and saw it spread across the front of my jeans, the sleeve of my overshirt also becoming warm and wet from its position between my legs. The insides and back of my legs finally became soaked to the bottom, getting eachother as well as the floor wet from my constant futile bouncing and rapidly shaking legs. A stream came off my ankle and made a small river. I bit down on my hand, realizing that all the yelling was probably a bad idea, and only let out muffled panicked mewls as I stood there unable to move, constantly gripping at my completely drenched hissing crotch and pressing my legs together, unable to keep myself from completely wetting my pants right down to the last drop. I stood there for a minute or two. Maybe more. Just taking it all in. I had many an emotion running through me at the time: fear, panic, relief, arousal, quite a bit of dizziness from alcohol if you can call that an emotion. I think I actually slapped something nonsensical into the IRC immediately afterward, something like "I peed oops." I pulled myself together enough to change into my pj's, some nice pink pj pants and an equally pink tank top, with some lighter red panties to finish off the ensemble. I stashed my wet clothes away so I could wash them the moment I had so much as a few minutes alone to throw them in the wash without their initial condition being seen, and wiped up the lake on my floor with a dirty towel I had used to shower earlier, and threw it in with the clothes. I was able to plan this much while bombed out of my mind. But my strife didn't end there! I got downstairs, and people were starting to leave. I gave goodbyes to the best of my ability, and sat down to game more (I am bad at social activities, but I was more than happy to chat games with anyone who came into the living room to investigate the zombie killing sounds of Dying Light.) Of course this only lasted as long as I could sit up. Drowsiness began to accompany the dizziness, and eventually playing the game even drunkenly was basically impossible. Mom came in and smacked me with a dish towel when I fell asleep on the floor with the controller in my hand, and I began the ridiculous process of wobbling my way back to my room. I fell right onto my mattress and that was that. Now we come into a dream. I was in some sort of place. A semi outdoor military base maybe? Something odd like that. I really needed to pee, so I looked around. Granted, I was basically alone, it seemed deserted so I could have just peed right there, but logic isn't a thing in dreams. After much desperate hobbling I ran into my 7th grade math teacher, whom I told "Miss, I really have to pee, reaaaaally badly right now, do you know where the bathroom is? Please?" And she just nodded in a teacherly way and nudged her head in a direction. I bounded over there immediately, and came face to face with a row of shower stalls, each with curtains. Not another soul to be found. For some reason I thought this was the best place, so I went in one and yanked the curtain behind me. At this point my desperation jumped to a ten, and I got that feeling like if you were sitting while desperate, and then stood up. You know, the gravity of everything in your abdomen dropping? But I was standing the whole time, which again I attribute to dream physics. Just know it made me leak. So I look down to undo the bluejeans I was wearing. It is then I discover I am wearing not one, not two, but three belts. They aren't my usual belts either with the cute buckles. Each buckle is a puzzle straight from "Keep talking and nobody explodes", if you know the game. Where my belt notches would normally be was an led timer literally built into the leather, counting down from a minute. Somehow I knew I had to get each belt undone before the timer was up. First I figured out a morse code one, the word was "pebble". The moment I unhooked it, I uncontrollably spurted into my jeans, creating a wet patch. The second belt had wires. With the wirecutter that magically appeared in my hand, I read through the manual that was on the shower wall for no reason and cut the proper wires, unhooking the buckle. I leak again, much worse this time, and let out a shriek as my inner thigh darkens down to almost the knee. The final buckle, is a word jumble. With 24 seconds left on the clock, I cannot figure out the solution for the life of me. I try to think but its almost impossible, my desperation is sooo bad, I just try to mull over words with those letters, all the while just saying to myself over and over, "I'm going to piss my pants, I'm going to piss my pants, I'm going to piss my pants..." I never did figure out the words. Right as the clock hit 1 second, the letters rearranged themselves into the words TIMES UP! The clock hit zero. My dream bladder, right on cue, feels like its contorting. Like its squeezing itself. I immediately hunch over, my hands and nails dig into my kneecaps. I cry out, yelling "Nooo don't make me pee my fucking pants please no!!" but there wasn't anything I could do about it. My bladder basically wrings itself out, and I have NO control. Its like I suddenly have the muscles of a 5 year old. I strain so hard and clench but it makes no difference, as my crotch and legs darken and shine, pee flowing out of me like a river. A loud hissing can be heard as it just runs down the back of my legs, no stopping it. My dream jeans barely contain it, and I can see several streams falling off me where the fabric is too saturated. I stare into my puddle and see my eyes. And then I wake up. The first thing I notice is that it's 3 am according to my clock. The second thing I notice is that I'm still basically hammered, because I can hardly move and the entire room is spinning like I'm about to be in the movie "Cube". The third thing I notice is that I am absolutely bursting. As in, I'm not about to burst, I already am bursting. My nether regions and ass are very warm and very damp, and I can feel the bed underneath me becoming warm. I realize that I'm wetting my cute pink pajama pants and panties, and my first reflex is to shoot right out of bed. Of course this is a terrible idea, as again, the room is spinning. I roll right out of bed and land on the floor, on my back, and for the life of me I CANNOT get up. This leads to my second accident of the night. I formulate the plan in my head. Stop the flow, stand up, go to the bathroom like a big girl. But none of those things ever happened. I'm on my back there on the floor, and I shove both hands down my bottoms and grip the outside of my now very wet panties. I let out a very sleepy and frustrated moan as I realize the impact did me in, my fingers and hands getting wetter and wetter as I leak and leak and leak. I keep groggily groaning things like "No, stop, please stop, nooo, stop peeing, I'm not peeing my pants nooo." In exactly the way you expect someone who's too drunk to know their environment would say it. I was basically on my back, and rolling from side to side like a stuck turtle, criss crossing my legs back and forth as my jammies got wetter and wetter. I try to sit up and that alone puts pressure on my bladder just enough to turn the leaks into a stream. I fall back on my back and begin whining and moaning as I clutch at my crotch from inside my pants, soaking my hands and arms, as I feel my pee seep through and pool on the floor under me, drenching my ass and making my pajama pants absolutely sopping, from pink to a red. It pools under my legs, and up under my back getting my tank top all wet too. I arch my back, moaning anxiously, hating how much I was loving the relief. Due to the arch I'm able to get a glance underneath me, and I can now hear the hissing coming from my pants, and it begins to stream straight from under my ass through the fabric onto the floor beneath it, and that sight just kills me in more ways than one. I lose ALL control and I become a human firehose, the hissing becoming so loud its almost deafening, and the sight of niagra falls and the feeling of sopping warmth when I plop back down into my puddle wakes me up and I become absolutely frantic, realizing fully that I am laying on my floor absolutely soaking myself. I start whining and panicking, my hands shooting everywhere they can grow, my eyes going wide as I keep muttering something along the lines of "no no no stop stop stop" but I just...can't. I push my hands into my crotch from the outside of my pants this time and the heat from my pee is just hot, in multiple ways of the word. I couldn't stop no matter how hard I clutched, pushed, wiggled my legs and soaking wet ass, it just poured out of me as I moaned and groaned like a panicked child. Eventually it stopped and I just laid there, in a huge puddle, just staring at the ceiling not believing I just pissed in my bed and on my floor in what were some of my favorite jammies. I actually ended up passing out there, due to the alcohol I'm assuming. I woke up later, finding I had kicked my pants halfway off in my sleep. I was soaked from almost head to toe. I threw the pants with the other clothes...I was freezing now, as the puddle had grown cold. I was feeling less drunken and a little queasy. I walked downstairs in my wet panties and tank top, knowing everyone was sound asleep and ate some lasagna while pondering whether alcohol was worth it anymore. Yes, a wetting at 3 am made me consider quitting drinking. I got back upstairs, took off the rest of my garments, grabbed my second shower in the last 24 hours, before cleaning up (again), throwing on a nightie and going back to sleep again. I had to pee again kinda by the time I got in the shower, because a whole case of hard lemonade and a quart of whiskey is a lot of liquid I assume, and I had yet to empty any of it anywhere that wasn't my clothes. So I peed in the shower to spite my dream. I peed in a shower successfully without a belt time bladder bomb. So ha. I woke up, had Christmas morning, got some sweet loot, visited family, had dinner, and had a great day overall. And first thing tomorrow morning when everyone's sleeping in, I've got a hefty, very damp load of laundry that I need to take care of. As per usual, I got away without being caught, and thinking back on it causes me to realize that it was all very hot in retrospect. Its hard to revel in it when you're panicking and trying not to do it, but looking back on it later is always rather fun. Anywho, I hope you all enjoy my latest mishap. I look forward to feedback! Feel free to leave a comment, shoot me a message, whatever <3 I hope everyone had a great day! Merry Christmas! P.S No I'm not giving up alcohol I'm basically an alcoholic I ain't kidding myself.
  21. Hi everyone! Its me again. I haven't been really writing as of late but its 2 am and I'm on a sort of tired whim, so don't blame me if this isn't as well written as my others.~ So as a lot of you may know, I'm recently into a new relationship with a lovely girl who's name I won't be giving out. Luckily, this isn't 30 years ago so I won't be beaten to death in public for dating another girl, but on the flipside of that we get ogled by everything in the vicinity whenever we're the slightest bit affectionate in public so ehhh... But anyway, she's lovely, I love her to death and I could honestly ramble on all day about how great she is, but this is very specifically not the place to do that. The important thing is she lives a bit...far off, so I don't get to see her nearly as often as I'd like to. So even though we're both kinda the stay shut in and cuddle and watch netflix/play video games all day types, whenever we get together we decide to put a little effort into at least getting up and doing SOMETHING, you know? So she decided to take me to...a club. I'd never been to one before, and she'd only been dragged by friends. She insisted it would be fun though, because where I am isn't the most densely populated place on earth, and even though neither of us are overly social she was of the mindset that if we just stayed out of the center of the action and found a spot to hang out in, we'd be fine. But juuust in case we dragged along two of my friends who WERE social to bite the conversation-leading bullet in case we were approached by any predatory club-goers (because that's what like, 50% of them are there for if I'm correct.) It is here that one of my infamous mishaps occurred, because I apparently cannot be trusted around liquid if I want to do anything. (Kidding :P) So, obligatory description bit, you know the drill. I'm too pale for comfort, my raven-black hair only exacerbating this to the point if I hear one more pale joke I'll throw up, but I actually did put a teal streak in it...I'm thinking I might dye it red at some point. Throw me in the like, 5'5-5'7 range and I haven't weighed in awhile, but under 110 (I need to eat more.) On this day, it being a hot summer day which I can't deal with because I'm Canadian and I don't like warm, I was wearing a black tank top and white tight fitting shorts, because due to the way women's clothing works, anything baggy enough for my comfort slides off my tiny frame and even though I have cute belts and stuff I don't want to wear them every single day of my life until the day I die. So we were at this club. Luckily it wasn't nearly as loud or crowded as movies make it out to be, but a secret VIP section with hot-tubs and Russian mobsters is still unknown, will investigate further. As my lovely waifu predicted, we were able to find a boothy-thing in the corner and just chill out. And as most people do at these places...We began to drink. Drink, and chat, and drink, and chat. We'd cycle through the four of us who would go get various rounds of drinks, and I'd rush my bit the most because I don't like being alone without people I know in places with strange people. So I'd go, grab the drinks, come back, and resume chatting, regardless of how some people in IRC think I don't want to chat. Eventually I began to see that my darling wifey and the other two would occasionally take a minute or two longer than expected. Upon inquiry, I found out they had been taking bathroom breaks because, well, we WERE drinking very copious amounts of fluid, and also becoming very intoxicated. It was probably due to the intoxication and the fact that I hadn't, as the kids say, "broken the seal" yet that I hadn't noticed that holy shit I need to pee. I reflexively crossed my legs and dug my nails into the side of my leg as it jumped straight to the forefront of my mind. If you ever want to know how someone can go from completely fine to desperate in a single moment, it appears alcohol and confusion are key factors. I tried to shove the worry out of my mind, as I always do, and even try to enjoy it given my enthusiasm for the subject. As you know, this usually leads to me delaying, and as such, usually leads to incidents, which in turn, usually ends up in me writing on here. Usually. But even though for once, this occurred to me, I was a little nervous to get up. I really must push the fact that while on the internet I talk and yell a lot, I have really bad social anxiety in real life and tend to keep to myself. This was a strange new environment filled with strange new people. I didn't even know where the damn bathroom was. So I just decided to deal with it for a bit, and wait until it was my turn to fetch the drinks. Everyone else made detours to the bathroom on those trips, so it must have been within reasonable detour distance from the bar. While going to the bathroom before buying drinks is an automatic action for most, given my issues, I had to plan strategically. Because you know, I'm not smart enough to do the reasonable thing and just get up and go. So one round passes. I feel the urge, and my bladder, increasing in intensity. I start to rock a little in my seat, which I attributed to the drunkenness and giddiness when asked. Another round passes. I can feel a pressure now. The urge is one thing, you know what I mean? Just signals to the brain. But an actual physical feeling of pressure is when you know things are getting serious. I snake a hand between my crossed legs whenever the other 3 in the booth are sufficiently distracted enough, while I continue to sip on my drinks because I'm an idiot, but this time I can blame my idiocy on the fact that at this point I was full on drunk. And so, I got drunker and drunker as said events went on. I would be a black belt in drunken fist by the end of this night. Round 3, I'm basically dying. My girlfriend can tell somethings wrong and she asks if I'm sick because I'm just there, obviously sweating, legs crossed and rocking, but I just say my stomach is unsettled and I need to walk a bit, and then put on an act pretending I was just then having the idea to fetch the next round to kill two birds with one stone! I stand up....and nearly fall over. Right. The alcohol. I walk in the direction of the bar, if you could call it walking. I hobble, legs kind of together, holding myself whenever I'm in a spot people wouldn't be paying attention to, and I frantically look around somewhere, anywhere for a bathroom. I spot one off to the right of the bar, and I immediately head inside. The sight of the queues make my stomach drop, and I feel myself dribble into my underwear from the momentary shock. Upon seeing that multiple of the women have noted my presence, I decide I don't want the attention and slip back out of the door, and lean against the wall before holding myself a bit, focusing on stopping the dribble. I succeeded though, very luckily, and I checked myself expertly like I had done so many times before in my life. Fortunately my shorts were dry, though I could definitely feel the dampness in my underwear. I won't lie, I started to panic a little, but I told myself I could wait for the queues to disperse; if everyone I was with had been able to go earlier and not be too long, this must've just been a busy time. But I also had to pick up the drinks! So like the dutiful person I am, I did so and brought them back. I did the smart thing and tried to act natural, while avoiding touching my drink...which my girlfriend took note of but I insisted I was fine. That was a total lie of course; I'm certain my shaking was probably visible. Regardless nobody questioned it, probably being too smashed to actually think logic based thoughts or observe anything off. I sat there, wondering how long it would take 10 or 12 women to go through 4 stalls..and I sat. And I wondered. And I leaked. And I...what? My thoughts snapped back to my throbbing bladder and I realized my control was beginning to slip. I shoved my hand between my legs trying to stop it and control myself, but the sudden movement just caused me to spurt instead, and I could feel the warmth against my fingertips. I clutched, hard, feeling the white fabric go damp against my crotch. And the warmth came forth again. And again. And I began to panic as I realized I was slowly beginning to pee in my shorts right there in the booth. Luckily, given I had gotten up earlier, I was on the outside of the seat. I took off without another word. I do not recall if I heard anyone call after me, but I know nobody immediately followed. I hobbled past, dribbling once or twice more into my shorts before I found a spot to once again, feel and check...and my crotch was very, very damp. I began panicking even more, and even MORE when I looked towards the only bathroom I knew of and saw the queue had not shrunk, but grown! This is when my usual mindset came into place. Hyper focus. Point of no return, what was to be done? Where else might a bathroom be? Just the thought of that made me dribble more. I wouldn't be surprised if some hit the floor, but given my hidden away position near a wall, towards a corner, in a low-light environment such as this, nobody saw my situation from what I could see; in fact I didn't see a single person look in my direction. Most people were drunk and on the dance floor lost in their on little worlds. That's when for whatever reason, I figured that a bathroom might be near the entrance, and without a second thought that's where I headed. Naturally I got there and there was none in sight...And I no longer had time to look around, I realized, as I leaned against a wall, a wave of pure need to release just washing over me...I felt my crotch go warm, and some urine run down my thigh. I saw a drop hit the floor and I ran. I ran out the entrance, and made a break for the south side of a building...It was facing a hill, was dark, and opposite the side that had the parking lot. Nobody was there, and but a single light that I stood under, my head against the side of the building as I drunkenly tried to undo my button on my shorts. And I tried. And I tried. It only got harder as I had to suddenly shove my hand into the crotch of my shorts, the need to release hitting me like a truck once again. My head against the wall was the only thing holding me up..And I couldn't undo that damn button, even as I started losing control. Now that I was in the light, I could see the damp spot on my shorts suddenly and violently expand from beneath my hand, a hand that was instantly warm and soaked. I slammed my legs together, frantically rubbing them together and bouncing while applying pressure with my hand, trying to stop the flow as I loudly moaned in a mixture of desperate, frantic despair and ever-needed relief. I managed to slow it, but not stop it, just as I got the button unstuck. Very ironically, the sudden expansion of bladder space was like a trigger, and I immediately, full on, burst. Let me tell you, like a glass tipping over. I didn't think to try yanking my shorts down, I immediately stuck my free hand between my legs with the other, as I felt my pee shoot out of me, soaking both my hands as I felt pee spread all across the front of my shorts (likely due to the position of my hands) and all around my ass began to feel warm as well, urine cascading down my legs onto the ground, as I just moaned in...I don't even know what anymore, just all the sensations were too much and I couldn't stay silent. As always, I fought to the bitter end, constantly bouncing and jiggling and making what were probably way too erotic noises, as I threw my legs into every damn position I could, trying to repair a dam that had already collapsed from its cracks. Leave it to me to fight a long since lost battle, obvious given the state of my clothes and the puddle on the ground, like I would if I still hadn't lost a drop. But eventually, I was standing there in soaked shorts, with soaked legs, empty, and to be honest, exhausted. I did a long loop around the building and back to the lot where we kept the car, staying on the outer edges to avoid the light. Once I reached the car, I got my really big hoodie out of the passenger side and tied it around my waist, and just kinda leaned against the car for a bit. I think I could have honestly fallen asleep standing up against the car, because you know, liquor, before I was suddenly woken up by my girlfriend, who had come looking for me out there when she couldn't find me inside. She asked me if I was okay, etc, which was perfectly fine other than the fact that she had an arm on the car on each side of me and was reaaal close to my face. Upon getting confirmation I was okay, her lips were immediately on mine, and I was about to be equally as receiving given even I realize that alcohol = friskiness, but I also realized that I couldn't let her touch the bottom half of me right now under any circumstance, so I suddenly feigned ill (again) and asked if she'd fetch the other two because I just wanted to go home and watch a movie. She agreed that we'd been out awhile anyway, and very determinedly and dutifully set off to do so (god she's awesome) and I just sat in the passenger seat, on my sweater that was still tied to me...and I dozed off. When I woke up we were back home, and first moment I could I ran up and changed, throwing my clothes (and sweater) into the laundry as I put on my pajamas. My memory is hazy due to the buzz of the night, but I'm PRETTY sure I got off scot-free, as I tend to. Before anyone asks, none of us drove; There was a friend down the street, visiting another friend, who lived in an apartment a few buildings down from the club. She was just waiting on a phone call. Anyway, that's my story! Did you like it? Tell me what you liked and didn't like, I'm always looking to improve, even when I'm lazily writing at what is now 4:30 am (procrastination and stuff made the writing of this take 2 and a half hours holy shit -.-) As always, I love you all, you're amazing :) Feel free to leave various responses or even shoot a message my way! I really hope my writing continues to be well received. ^^~ OTHER TALES OF KOZMOFOX: Wet myself while gaming (And nearly got caught!) Peed my Pants While Doing Photography (And possibly trespassing) Two Wettings the Night Before Christmas. Wet myself outside of the bathroom Peed my Pants in a Haunted Maze! Pissed myself while drunk at a friend's apartment! Wet myself at the University (Oh my god I don't remember embedded links taking up so much space LOL: got rid of the embeds for less scrolling) Various edits because every time I look over this I find a minor error
  22. Hi, my name's Erica, and I am a wetter. Ever since I was little, I've been wetting myself. It started out innocently enough, with an illness that left me with a weak bladder. My parents were loving and gentle with me and my daily accidents. I did try to make it to the nearest bathroom... but sometimes I wouldn't make it in time, or they were terribly inconvenient, or even non-existent. As I grew older, I developed some control over my bladder, although I did have accidents a few times a week. When I was a teenager, however... things got... interesting. I had just learned about masturbating, and was in my bed, “rubbing one out” as some girls called it. I had quickly discovered that doing it with my panties on felt amazing, so that's the way I was doing it this time. In a matter of minutes, I orgasmed – and lost control of my bladder! For a couple of seconds, I was panicking, I couldn't stop! The panic receded when I realized that I was enjoying the wetness! I still had my hand between my legs trying to stem the flow. I quickly changed gears, and started rubbing my clit while still peeing. Just as I finished peeing, I came a second time, harder and more powerfully than ever before! I had to change my sheets, of course, but you can believe that that wasn't the last time I played with myself while peeing! Years later, I was dating – not very successfully, when the boys learned that I occasionally wet myself. I had gotten a job as a night front desk attendant at a hotel a couple miles away, allowing me to continue my education, and make rent. It was an easy job for two reasons. First, I was naturally good with people, friendly and courteous. Second, it was really quiet at night. Quiet enough to allow me some shenanigans while on the clock. My favorite thing to do was fill my bladder as much as possible, standing at the counter “organizing” and “cleaning”, waiting for just the right moment. I should tell you that my uniform consists of a blouse, usually in a pretty color, and a skirt. I had been informed, at the beginning, that I could choose pants or skirts – but skirts allow me to have more fun! Standing at the counter, my legs slightly spread, I would slowly release the hold on my bladder, allowing my pee to trace its way to my peehole and out into my panties. I would marvel at the delicious warmth coating my crotch, teasing my sensitive button, already engorged and tingling. Peeing slowly like this, I cum in my panties, biting my lip to keep from groaning in ecstasy. I finish peeing after my delightful orgasm, washing some of my juices from my panties. Another thing I like to do at work is to pee at our work desk. Behind the counter is a door that leads to our office with a desk and computer, some filing cabinets, document shredder, safe, and everything else you'd find in a hotel office. The chair behind the desk is a comfortable, cushioned affair, and feels great against a bare pussy! I'm sure I'm not the first, nor last, girl to sit in that chair and grind her mons into the fabric! I wonder how many, though, pee into the chair too! After drinking lots more water after my first pee, I slip off my soaked panties, dropping them into a plastic sandwich bag I keep handy for just such a purpose, and sit in the chair, pulling my skirt out of the way. To savor the warmth, I only spread my thighs slightly apart so that my pee sprays my thighs. I also pee slowly, allowing the warm wetness to soak into the cushions as much as possible. I can't help but rub my pussy lips against the wet cushion as I'm peeing, and often cum just as my pee ends. Sometimes I'm interrupted during my pee, and have to stop, stand up and fix my skirt before stepping out of the office to assist a guest. Often I can quickly finish helping the guest before practically running back to the chair and resuming my pee, and orgasm. Since I had been interrupted, I lose my level of arousal, and have to grind harder against the cushion as I resume peeing, warming up the cooling pee, achieving orgasm only after I'm done peeing. A couple of times, the guest takes longer than I anticipated, and I have to hold in my pee more than I'd like. When this happens, I'm usually forced to let my pee trickle out of my pussy lips and run down my legs from my bare crotch. When I'm finally allowed to escape back to the office, I'm empty of pee, or nearly so, and have to sit down, put my legs spread on the desk, and manually get myself off, finishing whatever pee is left when I come back down from my orgasm. One time when I was feeling particularly naughty, I decided to change things up a bit. Instead of sitting on the chair, I moved it to the wall, hiked up my skirt, and sat down on the edge of the desk. Spreading my legs wide, I allowed my pee to escape my bladder and make its way to my peehole. It started as a trickle before strengthening to a gush, jetting feet away from the desk and my open peehole! It felt so great that before I had even finished, I was rubbing my button to an orgasm, followed by another after my pee came to a stop. After moving the chair back to the desk, I had to rest for a few minutes, not even bothering to fix my skirt. I did have to help a guest, but I had recovered enough that I'm sure they never even noticed anything was off! I'm sure many readers are wondering if I've ever been caught. The answer is: nope! No cameras in the office (thank goodness!), and I'm subtle when behind the counter so no one can tell what I'm doing. I did, however, catch my female supervisor peeing in the office! I was a bit early for my shift, and didn't see my supervisor behind the desk, so I decided to pop my head in the office to check if anyone was in there. What I found stole my breath away and made my head spin. Janet had pulled the chair away from the desk, slid her pants and panties to her ankles, and was wetting a gusher under the desk! It took her a few seconds to catch on that someone was at the door, and when she did, her pee stream died as her face flushed red and her mouth gaped open. I recovered first, saying, “Would you like privacy to finish... or could I stay and watch? Either way, I promise not to tell anyone what I saw!” She slowly blinked a couple of times, before nodding her head and motioning me to come in, and close the door behind me. As I was locking it, I heard her mumble, “I knew I should've locked the damned door.” This was the first time I had seen a woman even partially naked, and I moved to the desk next to her leg to get a better look. As I watched, she closed her eyes and concentrated. Her completely-shaved-smooth, slightly protruding pussy lips contracted, then let loose with a powerful, hissing gusher, right under the desk next to my leg! I looked up just once, to see her watching me, a slight smile curving her beautiful lips before we both returned our attentions to her pee stream. It didn't last nearly long enough for me when it stopped less than a minute later, leaving a massive puddle under the desk. To show my appreciation, I hiked up my skirt and dropped my panties, spreading my legs, and letting my pee come out to drench the carpet in front of me. I wasn't expecting her to be turned on by our activities, but her hand crept down to start playing with her clit and pussy! This was too much for me, so I played with myself while I was still peeing. We must've both been close to orgasm, because we both climaxed simultaneously. I finished peeing as Janet stood up, allowing a small dribble of pee to soak into her panties. I pulled my panties up and fixed my skirt as she pulled her pants off, then her panties, before pulling her pants back on, sans panties. Which she handed to me, saying, “Thanks for the show. Keep these as a memento of today, and if you keep this our little secret, we can do something similar. Maybe even at your place or mine. Deal?” Of course I said yes! I can't wait! By the way, writing this all out is getting me wet, and I now REALLY need to pee! Wonder where I'll go for both? PART 2 I'm back with more stories! If you remember my last story, I had mistakenly walked in on my supervisor taking a leak in our hotel's office – turned out to be the best night night of my life so far! Instead of getting mad at my intrusion, she allowed me to watch, then I joined in. What a rush when we both came at the same time! She said we would do it again – and we did, which is why I'm writing! Just days later, Janet came up to me as we were changing from her shift to mine, softly telling me, “I thoroughly enjoyed what we did together yesterday, and want to play around some more. We both have the night off tomorrow. Would you like to come over to my place?” I was shocked, but didn't hesitate to say yes! “Good. Fill your bladder beforehand, I'll want to start as soon as you arrive. Speaking of which, we still have a few minutes. Do you need to pee?” “Desperately!” “Come into the office with me, I've been holding it for the last hour, and am ready to burst.” “Me too, Janet! I'd love to pee for you again, and see you peeing,” I said shyly. We both headed into the office, knowing we wouldn't be bothered by guests for a little while. I closed and locked the door, like last time, butterflies in my stomach, and panties wet with arousal and a dribble of pee I had let go in my excitement. Janet surprised me again. Instead of pulling out the chair like I had anticipated, she instead pulled out the trash can that sits below the desk. Unfastening her pants, she lowered them down her legs to her knees, revealing she wasn't wearing panties! As I stared at her bare pussy, she dropped into a high squat over the trash can, and let rip with a massive piss! “Wow, you really did have to go, didn't you?” “Told you! Ugh, this feels so damned good!” I was standing in front of her when she pulled her pants down, but moved into a crouch to watch her peeing. I had to put my hand up my skirt to hold in my pee, but was rubbing my clit at the same time. Janet saw what I was doing, and smiled. Thirty seconds later, and she was done. Not bothering to pull up her pants, she just stood up, and stepped aside for my turn. I yanked up my skirt, pulled my panties aside, stood just before the can, and let go. Janet watched, seemingly impressed. Now she had her hand on her crotch, playing with herself as she watched me pee. This turned me on so much, but I resisted the urge to touch myself just yet. My pee only lasted a few seconds less than Janet's, but felt just as wonderful as hers had obviously been. Once I squeezed out the last few spurts to decorate the carpet, I turned to her, and mimicked her by playing with my aroused clit and engorged lips. We watched each other play with ourselves, and again it didn't take long for either of us to cum. Janet recovered first. After licking her hand clean, she pulled her pants up, and started out to punch out. As she walked past me, she said, “Now I'm really looking forward to tomorrow night!” I too licked my hand clean, shuddered in joy at the taste, then set my panties back, dropped my skirt, and walked out to start my shift. Next evening couldn't “cum” soon enough! PART 3 The next night saw me in front of Janet's apartment, having difficulty getting out of my car and walking up to her door with how much I was squirming with the need to pee! I rang the bell barely able to control my bladder. When she answered, I greeted her with “I just peed a little.” And I had, squirting a small jet of pee into my panties. “Shame I missed it, that's what I want to see.” “Really?” “Yes. Take off your skirt, but leave your panties on.” “Can you help me? I can't do it myself right now.” She smiled, a sweet smile, and knelt down to help me. We had moved into her living room, both in bare feet, and the soft carpet made me dribble more. Janet removed my skirt, then sat back on her heels to witness my wetting. I spread my legs shoulder-width apart, and let my body do what it needed. My pee came gushing out so hard and fast that immediately sprayed out of my panties to drench the carpet at Janet's feet. It just kept pouring out, feeling so warm and wonderful. Having Janet watching me wet myself proved too much, and I came hard before I had finished peeing. Once I had finished peeing in my panties, Janet leaned forward – and put her mouth to my wet panties on my crotch, and started sucking! Who knew my seemingly straight-laced boss was such a perv! It wasn't until she pulled my soaked panties down and off my legs before continuing her oral assault on my clit and pussy that I came again, not once, but twice! I guess she could tell that I wasn't going to be any good for the rest of the night if she kept going, so she stopped, and said, “My turn!” Taking off her sleeping shorts and tee, revealing and extraordinarily gorgeous body, she lay down and spread her bare legs, allowing me a full, unobstructed view of her swollen pussy and high, tight tits with large areolas and pointed, hard nipples. And oh heavens, the juices dripping from her tight twat nearly sent me over the edge again! “Strip, then kneel between my legs,” she said, and I didn't hesitate to comply. “Good. Now open your mouth, and put it on my pussy. You'll drink my piss.” “R-really?” “Yes. Hurry, I'm about to start, and can't hold it anymore.” I had never done anything like this before, and wasn't sure what to expect, but I didn't want to disappoint my new lover. I got naked in record time, nearly ripping my shirt to shreds in my haste, and placed my mouth over her shaven cunt, and immediately got a mouthful of warm, salty piss. She stopped so I could decide if I liked it or not. I swallowed, and begged for more by licking her clit. She obliged, and let go full force. I guzzled as much as I could, but couldn't keep up, allowing quite a bit to trickle back out on her crotch. She was quite enjoying herself, moaning and sighing alternatively. Just a few more squirts more, and she was done – but I wasn't even close. Swallowing the last of her piss, I attacked her clit and pussy like she had done mine a few minutes ago. I had only ever experimented with a couple of girlfriends, but it was never as enjoyable as going down on Janet minutes after she did me. She shuddered and thrashed as the first orgasm overtook her, then again, with a scream to accompany her second orgasm. She feebly attempted to push me away, but I was relentless, licking, sucking, nibbling, jamming my tongue into her soaking wet snatch. Her next orgasm set mine off, and I had to stop. I collapsed next to her, and she curled her hand around my neck, lightly caressing my jaw, as we both recovered our breaths, and our senses. We were so exhausted from our multiple orgasms each that we ended up napping, right there on the piss-wet carpet. When we woke up a little while later, Janet asked me if I wanted dinner, and to refill our bladders. I said yes, “But on one condition: I piss in your mouth while standing on your bed, and you kneel before me again.” “Of course! Do you want me to eat you out again, too?” I thought for a few seconds, and said, “No. After I'm done wetting, I want to lie down, have you straddle my head with your legs, so that we can eat each other out at the same time.” “Ah, I see; you want to 69, is that it?” She caressed my cheek, saying, “Sounds heavenly to me.” Leaving our clothes scattered wherever they had been thrown, we made our naked way to the kitchen. It was a weird experience, doing such mundane domestic tasks completely in the nude – but if I could watch Janet's delicious body, including a nice, firm ass (which I had secretly been admiring while it was encased in her pants since we met), I wouldn't complain! Janet told me where the glasses were while she heated up some Chinese food, so I got the drinks. We ate, drank (lots), and talked about anything and everything. After all the food had been eaten, and we were working on refilling our bladders, Janet tells me a shocking secret. “Truth be told, I didn't just hire you because you're friendly, easy-going and pretty, I also hired you because you're beautiful and sexy, and I was hoping to one day end up with you in one of our beds. And after watching you wetting yourself behind the counter, I purposely peed in the office when I thought you'd walk in on me, and it came true as I had hoped.” “Wait – you saw what I was doing? Does anybody else know?” “Doubtful. Only someone who knows what they're looking for would spot what you were doing. And I was so incredibly turned on that I went back and watched as much as I could. And yes, I masturbated during all of it. I even burned all of it onto a flash drive so that I could watch it whenever I wanted.” My brain froze upon this announcement. She had been watching me wet myself? And enjoying it? “So, you weren't as surprised when I walked in on you as you seemed? And that's why you were so quick to accept me watching you?” “Yes, and yes. Although that turned out better than I had hoped, or anticipated.” If I had been wearing panties, they'd have been soaked by now. As it was, my chair was practically dripping onto the floor with my juices. And then I realized that my bladder had by now filled up, and that I knew what was about to happen, which just turned me on that much more. “Um, Janet, I... I think it's time.” She smiled, stood up and held her hand out for mine, then helped me stand up, and led me to her bedroom; she climbed up onto the bed before helping me up. I spread my legs to give her plenty of access, and she knelt to put her open mouth over my clit and peehole. I shuddered when she slid her tongue from my slot to my clit, and my pee started trickling out, building in pressure in no time. Janet was a pro, however, and never wasted a drop. I ran my hands continuously through her luxurious locks as her hands fondled my ass. I tried to make it last as long as possible, but soon ran dry, and got licked clean – but not dry! I lay down on my back as Janet swung around over me, so her sweet crotch was just inches from my face, and her face was hovering over my crotch, to the point where I could feel her warm breath teasing my clit, making me shudder some more. She started by placing gentle kisses around my labia before lightly swirling her tongue in and about my folds. Meanwhile, I brought her pussy down to my face with my hands on her silk-over-steel ass cheeks, and wasted no time diving into her muff, relishing the taste. I couldn't get enough! I had just had my first orgasm of our second bout of love-making when I felt some dribbling on my face. Then again. And again! Suddenly, the flood gates opened in a deluge of sweet and salty piss! This piss tasted differently than last time, probably because she had been drinking wine and water, rather than just water as with the first piss I drank. I let the body-warmed delicious liquid coat my throat and mouth, both inside and out. Janet finished her piss and came at the same time, as I rubbed her clit with my tongue, also giving me another orgasm from her piss-orgasm. We traded another couple of orgasms before we were forced to call it quits. It was a good thing we had nowhere to go at the time, as we were both too wiped to stand! I moved up a little bit so that I was laying my head on the pillow as Janet tiredly turned herself around to drag herself up next to me. She threw her arm over my tits, and tangled one of her legs with one of mine. I felt some pee that had built up since my pee, so I pressed my peehole to her leg before letting it dribble out and down her leg. “Mmmm, damn, that was a-fucking-mazing! I could totally get used to this,” Janet mumbled drowsily. “Sorry that your bed got soaked.” She chuckled throatily and responded, "Don't worry, darling. I anticipated this, and put a mattress protector on the bed before you got here. And sheets are easy enough to wash.” I relaxed into her embrace, and we drifted off into a sound, dreamless sleep of the sexually exhausted. I too could get used to this.
  23. Master and Servant ***Draco/Hermione: Draco notices Hermione's aversion to school bathrooms and decides to play a little game...*** ((Hey guys! I know its been AGES since I posted anything on here, but I was recently inspired to start writing again! Let me know what you think! Personally this a fun project for me and I'm writing the second chapter right now :) Leave your comments, questions, concerns at the bottom, they're greatly appreciated! )) Chapter 1: Origins of the Game The very first time Draco ever saw Hermione Granger wet herself was in their first year, on the second Tuesday in November. It seemed like, ever since she'd nearly been murdered in one on Halloween, Little Miss Mudblood had developed a fear of using any of the school bathrooms outside her dormitory. He'd caught on to her little phobia, or at least realized the issue itself, by watching her; purely by accident of course. It wasn't his fault that she was always seated directly in front of him for all the classes they shared, but it did provide a perfect vantage point for watching her squirm during their lessons. At first, he'd figured she was too much of a brianiac to take a few minutes from class to ask for the loo, but then he'd noticed she'd never be among the group of girls that always went together after each lesson was over. No, she'd go class to class, squirming and fidgeting and dancing all the more in each one until the end of the day. It was a wonder her friends hadn't noticed—No, nevermind. Her friends were the biggest bunch of dunderheads Hogwarts had ever seen, of course they wouldn't have noticed. Regardless, at the end of the day she'd always announce an urgent need for a book, some parchment, a quill, or the library and rush off before Potty and Weasel could say anything else. Draco wouldn't see her again till dinner, but he always noted she was no longer dancing. Draco hadn't any idea why he was so facinated with the girl's need for the toilet. He supposed it had something to do with how rediculous it seemed to hold it like that all day long, despite having plenty of time to go between classes. But whatever, what the stupid girl did with her body wasn't any of his buisness...except that, very, very privately, he wished she'd oversetimate her bladder one day and have an accident. The more this thought lingered, and grew stronger every time he watched Hermione squirm in class, the more he knew he absolutely had to see it. So, on that second Tuesday in November, Draco Malfoy had come up with a most ingenious plan to watch Hermione Granger wet her panties. On this day in particular, he knew they had double potions directly after lunch. He also knew that Hermione always left lunch early when she could, presumably for the toilet in Gryffindor tower, so he couldn't let that happen. It was all too easy for him to convince Crabbe and Goyle to ignore their food to go and pester the Gryffindorks. His taunts, as always, were geared toward Potter, but he was watching Hermione out of the corner of his eye. Oh yes, he noted with glee, she definitely had been planning on running off to the loo before he came over. Her lips were pursed and she kept shooting anxious looks toward the door. Ah, but she couldn't leave, now could she? Not with her two idiot friends in the middle of a could-be fight. Draco harrassed the lot of them until Weasley damn near jumped over the table to take a swing (this earned a sharp “Sit down, Ron!” from Hermione) and Draco smirked, the bell for class ringing just in time. He noted how distressed she looked as he sauntered off to the dungeons. Double potions proved to be extremely entertaining that day. Snape had barely finished the lecture before Hermione started to fidget. Making the actual potion made him almost snicker with glee as he watched her try to squirm descretely and chop up her ingrediants at the same time. They filled their cauldrons with water, Draco making sure to do his especially loud behind her, and she was crossing her legs. Draco smirked, watching her every movement. It would spoil his plans a bit if she lost it in the middle of potions, but seeing her humiliated in class like that, especially Snape's class, wasn't a bad consolation prize. Still, he watched her squirm during the making of the potion and she was, almost regrettably, still dry when Snape dismissed the class. No matter, they still had History of Magic before their lessons were done, one more hour of class. Hermione was probably thankful, Draco had figured, that Potter and Weasley had fallen asleep during this particular lesson. Even they would have noticed something was troubling their princess know-it-all had they been awake. Hermione Granger could not sit still, not even for a minute. She rocked in her seat, crossed and uncrossed and then recrossed her legs, bounced on her bottom, and at one point even put her hand between her legs to hold herself. Draco's blood was pounding, excitement he assumed from finally being able to see her have an accident, the entire time he watched her. With ten minutes to go in History of Magic, and Hermione still dissapointingly dry, Draco was starting to lose hope. Maybe her bladder had more ability than he'd given credit for. He took notes glumly, still glancing at Hermione. She had been dancing in rhythm of the past half hour, apparently having found the correct fidget-patterns to hold back her flood. Draco gave himself comfort that, even if she managed to make it till the end of class, there was no way she could make it up seven floors to the Gryffindor dormitory to go. All he had to do was follow her and he'd see what he'd been waiting for. He grinned, imagining her gasping right in front of the Fat Lady as she suddenly peed herself. And then, Hermione suddenly gasped for real. His eyes snapped up to her, widening in realization as he took in her position. Her body was tense, hand half way down to hold herself. Time seemed to slow as he watched her tremble and then relax, jerking her legs apart as she did. That was it! That had to be it, Draco thought in glee as he waited for the inevitable flood to come pouring down her chair, there was no way Granger wasn't wetting herself right then. He was on the edge of his seat as he saw a stream trickle over the edge of her chair, splashing onto the stone below. No one else would have noticed unless they were watching for it, but that was all he got. Much to his dismay, she slammed her legs together a second later, both hands holding herself, and regained control. Still, Draco had to work to control his breathing. He was a little hot in the face, heart racing. Even just that little bit had been such a thrill...but he knew there was no way she'd make it to her dorm after class! He'd definitely get to see it all if he followed her. He grinned, anxiously watching the clock just like Hermione was, only for a completely different reason. The bell finally rang and Hermione all but punched her two friends awake. “Class is over! Honestly you two, if you don't stop sleeping through it you're gonna fail! I'm going to go to the library, you two better catch yourselves up!” she lectured as she rushed to collect her books and darted out of the room. Potter and Weasley were dumfounded, but Draco just packed up and left at a normal pace. Couldn't rush after her, now could he? That would be too obvious. Besides, he found he didn't much need to rush. Hermione was walking pretty slowly, especially in the populated areas. As badly as she obviously had to go, he was still a little surprised that she passed two girl's rooms and ignored them as she walked on, Draco tailing at a safe distance behind. Once they'd passed the Great Hall, the student body thinned considerably and Draco watched with joy as she started to hold herself openly as she walked, if a little faster. They were nearing the library now and she kept having to stop and hold and bounce and squirm. Draco was eating it up, best plan he'd had all year! Hermione took a particularly long pause, whimpering loud enough for Draco to hear. He swore to himself, realizing he'd got too close and darted quickly behind a tapestry. From his hiding place he watched her dance, gasping and whimpering with her hands between her legs. He could have sworn he could see wet trails making their ways down her thighs to her knee high socks. But again, he was denied that final flood as she managed to right herself and start walking again. He cursed softly, aloud this time. Maybe he should just curse her. She'd never know what hit her in her state and he was sure she'd really wet. Full Body Bind? Good plan. He pulled his wand out and stepped a bit from behind the tapestry, magic about to fire when suddenly Professor Flitwick came out from around the corner. Draco snapped back into hiding and Hermione froze in place. Draco could have killed the old fool for thwarting his plans but then, as he watched the tiny professor strike up a conversation about what a wonderful (barf) job she'd done during class, he'd realized it was a blessing in disguise. Hermione chatted as though nothing was wrong, but he could see how tense she was, how tightly her legs were pressed together, and how her hands kept balling into her skirt. After what seemed like ages, the professor finally took his leave and Draco watched Hermione watch him go. The moment he was out of her sight, she held herself desperately with both hands, looking around like a toilet would magically appear to save her. Her eyes fell on Draco's tapestry. He gasped, still for a moment as he thought he'd been spotted. The panic furthered when she started hurrying for his hiding spot. He backed up until he hit a wood wall, no where to go, and she was gonna catch him and probably kill him...wait. Wood? He glanced behind him and thank Merlin's cloak, it was a door! He jiggled the handle, could have whooped at finding it unlocked, and tucked himself inside the most randomly placed storage closet ever just as Hermione threw back the tapestry. He smirked, watching through the crack in the door, thinking how he'd nearly escaped death. But Hermione didn't seem to be interested in finding anybody in particular. She danced in place, one hand between her legs, whimpering softly as she looked back and forth around the tapestry, checking to make sure she was alone, before coming inside. “Aaaaah....Oh God oh God oh God!” Draco heard her gasp as she danced, legs crossing and uncrossing as she hitched up her skirt. For the first time in his life he saw a girl's panties, Hermione's in particular were innocently white with lace around hems. Not so innocently, they were also soaked at the crotch. He watched as she suddenly squatted, spreading her legs out right in front of his slightly cracked door. In this same instant, his eyes widened and his cheeks darkened, ears ringing with the only sound in the room: Pssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssst “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh...” Hermione moaned in relief a moment later, her pee splashing thunderously against the stone floor in the room. She hadn't even tried to pull her panties down, she just peed right through them, a full waterfall errupting from her. Draco watched, slack jawed in awe, as trickles moved down her open thighs and dripping down to the floor to join the puddle her jetting stream was making. The room was filling with the light aroma of a girl's pee and Draco felt heat rushing straight down between his legs, blushing more as he realized he was getting hard while he watched this. All too soon, Hermione was finished with her wet. He watched her tremble, blushing as she seemed to realize what she'd done. She stood up, carefully stepping away from her puddle. She nibbled her lip and pulled out her wand, casting a vanishing charm on the mess she'd made before she checked the damage on her clothes. Panties were obviously soaked through, but her skirt and her socks were wet as well. She seemed to consider this, checked her watch, and pondered it again. Draco could almost hear her thinking, “Well, I do have time to change while everyone is at dinner....” She picked up the books she dropped before wetting herself and headed out the way she came, having apparently made up her mind. As for Draco, he shut the door completely after she'd gone and stuck his hand down his pants, touching himself for the first time with the memory of her wetting right there in front of him. After he'd finished with his own pleasure, he knew, undoubtly, that he'd have to see that again.
  24. I'm going to start uploading a few of the videos I have that I've noticed are not on here. This is a model I had done 2-3 videos with before, and I was surprised to find out she did one on her own, too. Dress_Wetting.mp4
  25. I just came across this on another board. It's from some shitty MTV program. Two drunk girls come in a house, one goes to the loo, the other can't hold it and squats over the floor, pees through her knickers and proceeds to slip in her pee. It's been on TV, it's not voyeur so I think it's probably allowed on the forum. Liesje spring break with grandad 103_20-02-2017_cut.mp4