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  1. This post will serve as a one stop shop for finding all the short stories written to fill out the Legacy of Gold universe!
  2. Mbgpeelover

    malefemale My first fiction

    Chapter 1: When issues have to be faced “Thank goodness for the internet” Will said to himself as he sat alone in his office as always. It seemed more and more of his life, thank goodness, was able to be completed online. He liked it that way. He was much more than an introvert; he was known as the ‘weird’ guy, the ‘odd one out’ but he was unable to be anyone else. There was shy and then there was Will. Even at 28, almost 29, he had yet to meet a girl let alone date one. He liked them, oh he liked them very much, but he just couldn’t get the words out to tell them and while he had friends on social media he even struggled to message them in case he was seen as stalking them. Instead he thought about them in his head, letting his imagination run riot with all he would love to do. But today even the internet could not save him. Months previously, or maybe it was closer to a year, he had emailed his doctor about a minor issue that he could no longer self treat. He hated having to go see a doctor, or anyone really, but his cough just wasn’t shifting. By the time he had mustered the courage to get out his car, register his attendance on the surgery computer and wait to be called he was sweating and breathing way too fast. His cough could easily be treated but his doctor was way more concerned about his anxiety and social difficulties than his upper respiratory infection. She gave him some calming techniques and general advice but had said she would be referring him to a therapist in the hope he could get treatment. Today was the day he had to leave the confines of his office where he spent 8 hours a day alone, otherwise choosing to work from home. Will ate his lunch in the office, having ordered his groceries online, and never once left the room, even to use the bathroom. He had his own coffee machine and would just hold his bladder until he returned to his apartment where he could pee without anyone knowing. Will had to admit to himself he was afraid of people. Yet here he was bracing himself to have to see a therapist after work. The thought terrified him yet he knew he had to do something. He was lonely. He would never find a woman or get promoted or be able to go out with friends until he had help. He had to do this. He finished his coffee, packing his mug away in his Tupperware box to take home and wash. He went through his daily rituals for leaving work, cleaning his computer with wipes, lining his pens in order in his drawer then putting his coat on, always with the left arm in first. He crossed his legs unconsciously as his bladder reminded him he hadn’t emptied it since 7:15am. He had to admit his anxiety needed addressed as despite working in this company for three years he still had no idea where the gents even was. He just could never ask, though finding them now would really help as for the first time in three years he wasn’t able to rush home to the bathroom as he had a 90 minute appointment with a stranger. Nerves were not helping him either. Nerves always affected his bladder. In the privacy of his office Will gave his penis a little squeeze, and fidgeted a bit. He was used to holding his urine and despite many close calls he always managed to make it home with no more than a small leak in his underwear. Today would be testing his ability to the extreme. Instead of getting home at 6 he would not get home until nearer 8, two and a half hours from now. If only he could have detoured home first but Will knew he would never manage back out again and he would be too late even if he could. He checked the corridor to make sure everyone else was out of sight, picked up his backpack and headed to his car. Even if he did see the gents (though he never had before) he would be too scared to go incase someone else heard him or saw him. Within a minute he had signed out and used his card to open the doors and he was safely in his car. He let out the breath he had been holding since leaving his office as he lived in fear of someone even saying ‘bye’ as he had no idea what he should say back. Before turning on his engine and programming his sat-Nov he placed his hands over his penis again as his bladder once again sent a message for release. ‘If only the internet had a way to let me pee’ he whispered to himself. It helped him do everything else in life from having hot food delivered, groceries delivered, enabled him to stay in the ‘loop’ with family and friends via social media and entertained him via Netflix. If only the internet had a way to help him pee in private when he needed it too. Right now he could so do with that.
  3. dabboi

    DNA-47

    Foreword: Hello everyone, I am an aspiring writer and in an effort to expose my writing to a broader audience I have been granted permission to post my story in this section. Now this story has no omorashi within it at all. I am mainly doing this to see if my writing is actually good or not and I feel that I could actually receive some constructive comments from people I don't really know. This story is a superhero story with as original as possible characters and storylines, its part drama, part action and part comedy. I already have up to Chapter 8 written and ready to share. Note: I was initially going to make this a comic book (hence the somewhat hammy and cheesy dialogue), but unfortunately I could not find a reliable illustrator. I hope you enjoy, and please let me know how my writing is. I feel like I have George Lucas syndrome with my dialogue MATURE DNA-47 Issue 1: A New Beginning January 22nd, 2024 7:46 A.M. A suburb near Osbourne, New York "Rise and shine, dumbass." a female voice says, waking me up "Hailey, shouldn't you be in school?" I ask back, half asleep "Yes, we're actually late in nine minutes. You didn't forget you were taking me today, did you?" Hailey, my little sister, asks "Nope, totally didn't." I reply, lying. "Give me a sec, then we'll go." "Hurry, your waffles are cold and you have a field trip today." Hailey replies "Oh hell yeah, I get to do nothing." I say, as Hailey leaves my room Finally, opening my eyes to my teenage bedroom, the walls littered with band posters and the floor with dirty clothes. I dress myself with class, a black t-shirt and slightly shredded blue jeans "Nick, hurry up!" Hailey yells from downstairs as I gargle mouthwash DOWNSTAIRS "And people say it takes women forever to get ready, damn." Hailey says "It's 7:50, that's four minutes. Sorry I don't have super-speed. Where are my waffles?" I ask "I ate them." Hailey says I take a deep sigh and say "Let's just go." The two of us depart in my car. A vintage 2013 Dodge Dart. "Have I ever told you that your car is a piece of shit?" Hailey asks "Every single time you see it." I say Silence for several minutes "So you got a boyfriend?" I ask "Why do you ask me these questions like you've never spoke to me before?" she asks "Just making conversation." I say "Refrain from that in the future. But the answer is no, men are gross." she replies "Thanks for that. Ya know, we go over a bridge soon and comments like that make me wanna drive off of it." I say "I didn't say women were any better. It's just that well, we haven't started any wars so I feel like that puts us in the lead." she says "You wanna stop for food?" I ask "It's 8 o'clock!" she replies "So? You're already late, they can't yell at you for being more late and if I miss the field trip bus, then I get to hang around school all day and do nothing." I say "Fine, I'll take a sausage biscuit and chocolate milk." She says "You just ate four waffles!" I say "So, I'm menstruating and I'm fucking hungry." she replies "Agh, I didn't need to know that." I say "So what, it's completely natural." She says "So are boners, but I don't go around telling everyone about them." I say "Just order my food." she replies We eat and I drop Hailey off at school at 8:22, I barely make it to the bus before it leaves at 8:30 I board the bus and take my seat beside two of my friends "Nick, where the hell have you been?" my friend Samantha asks me "Overslept, had to drive Hailey to school." I say "Where're your parents?" my other friend Derek asks "Dad's out of town on business and Mom's at work. Did I miss anything?" I ask "Do you ever? We need some excitement in our lives." Sam says "I heard that. I feel like I'm not getting through to Hailey." I say "Well Sam and I are going to the mall later, why don't you come and bring Hailey?" Derek says "I'll text her and ask." I say "hey me, sam and derek are going out after school. you wanna come??" I ask Hailey via text "You text like dad, it's disturbing." she replies "Yeah, I'll go. Thanks for asking me." "She's in." I tell my friends "Alright students, you've all signed your waivers. We'll reach the science center in about an hour." our teacher, Mr. Wong says "Why are we going here?" Derek asks "In laymans terms, the scientists there are working to see if electric eels can power up things." Sam says "I just feel like that's going to end terribly." I say The bus ride was uneventful, I caught up on some much-needed sleep THE SCIENCE CENTER Our tour guide standing text to normal fish tank filled with electric eels She instructs us to follow her, which everyone does minus myself, Derek and Sam "Nick, I dare you to put your finger in that tank." Derek says "Why in the hell would I do that?" I ask "You read comic books, maybe this is your shot." Derek says "His shot at what?" Sam asks "Superpowers." Derek says "Well then why don't you do it?" I ask "I already have superpowers." Derek says with pride "Like what, cumming in your pants in class?" Sam asks, as she walks off "It happened once in eighth grade and it was Sex Ed. So it's understandable." Derek says loudly "That actually makes it sadder dude." I say to him "You guys will never get me." Derek says "I honestly could not be more happy to know that I will never understand what goes on in your head." I say "Mr. Scott and Mr. Lovegood, please stay with the group. Try not to do anything stupid." Mr. Wong tells us MEANWHILE Steve Kirby Memorial High School 8:25 AM [Hailey's Point of View] I walk into gym class, hoping a light fixture will fall and crush me "Late again, Ms. Scott." The gym teacher, Mrs. Abernathy says "It's gym. What am I late for? Running." I reply sarcastically "No, you're not getting out of class this time Hailey." she replies I bite my tongue and head for the locker room The locker room is both my favorite and my least favorite part of gym class I enter and am bombarded by the other girls in my class "How can they all be so comfortable being naked in public like this?" I think to myself I turn my back to them and open my locker "Hey!" a voice says from behind me, with a hand on my shoulder I turn and see my friend Gwen wearing a bra and track pants. Gwen is a year above me, so she kind of watches out for me "I need to tell you something." Gwen says I try really hard to focus on her while she's talking to me, but I felt like that made it obvious so I just stared at the wall "Maybe put a shirt on first." I think to myself Gwen leads me into one of the bathroom stalls "So what's up?" I ask her "I don't know any other way to word this, so I'll just say it. Some of the girls are saying that you're a lesbian. I figured I should tell you." Gwen says "Oh that's it? That's fine." I reply "Are you?" she asks "Honestly, I don't know. Maybe, but I have no idea. Christ, I'm only fourteen, people should give me some time here. What's it matter anyway?" I say "It doesn't, at least not to me." Gwen says, giving me a hug "Now leave, I have to pee." I exit the stall "Oh look, the dyke." Bethany, a girl in my gym class, says "Oh look, a close-minded cheerleader. That's new." I reply "Listen here, dyke, you don't belong here. Maybe you should just leave." Bethany says, about 7 inches from my face "Maybe you should try a breath mint. But don't worry, I won't hit you." I say "Why? Because you're a scared little baby." She replies "No, because the principal is your dad. Everyone here, including me, know that you're just trying to rile me up so I'll hit you, then you can cry to your daddy and get me suspended for a few days. So why don't you sit down." I say We all go to our gym class, which went as normal. I did nothing. After class at about 9AM, I enter the locker room last. After everyone else had left, since I'm a little afraid of fighting. I go in and change my clothes I hear one of the stalls open and turn around to see Bethany exit "You embarrassed me earlier." she says "How? I just told the truth." I reply Bethany approaches me I start to get uncomfortable and fidget a little Once she gets close enough to me she kicks me in the groin I fall to the ground "Now listen here bitch." she says, crouching next to me and pulling my hair "My dad doesn't own this school, I do and I graduate in a few months and I'm not going to let some dumb little slut ruin my last few months for me. So keep your place, dyke." Bethany says She stands up and says "Stay put, I'll be back soon." "Wait!" I say loudly She stops "Nice ass." I reply, sitting up Bethany walks back over and kicks me in the face I black out MEANWHILE [Nick's POV] My cell phone rings I answer it "Hey, Nick. This is Principal Simms. It seems that Hailey has gotten herself into some trouble and since your parents are both unable to come at this time. I'll need you to come and take her home for the day." The principal says over the phone I hang up and start looking for Mr. Wong "Mr. Wong, apparently Hailey is in trouble. So I need to go back to the school and take her home." I explain "Alright, don't worry I'll give you full credit for the day. How will you get back?" Mr. Wong asks "I guess I'll hail a cab, my cars at the school." I reply I call a cab and inform Sam and Derek that I'm leaving "Alright, we still on for the mall later?" Derek asks "Maybe, depends on what she did." I answer My cab arrives shortly thereafter and I reach the school THE PRINCIPALS OFFICE I enter to see Hailey with an ice pack over her eye sitting in a chair across from Principal Sams "Ah, Mr. Scott, it seems Hailey got into a bit of a scuffle during her first period. The other student was so shaken up they had to be sent home." the principal says, trying to convince me that he is telling the truth "Alright, whatever. Come on Hailey, let's go home." I say, motioning Hailey to exit the office Hailey and I leave the school, get in my car and begin to drive home "Aren't you going to yell at me?" Hailey asks, after several minutes of silence "Nope, I know you didn't fight back. But I know you didn't because it was Bethany, wasn't it?" I ask "How'd you know?" she asks "The principal always says the same excuse every time she does something. I know because he's said it to me before. So I won't yell at you, and I'll explain everything to mom and dad. You should be good." I say "Wow, thanks. When did you decide to be cool?" she asks rhetorically I chuckle and ask "So why did she decide to hit you?" "Apparently people at school think I'm a lesbian and Bethany is apparently a homophobic bitch, so she just cornered me and kicked me in the...ya know." Hailey answers "Yeah that's kind of her go to move. I personally utilize a crucifix powerbomb as my go to. What do you use?" I ask "You know I haven't watched wrestling in years." She says, followed by a brief silence "Batista Bomb." We arrive at home "Well, mom won't be back for another few hours. After we explain what happened, we'll go out with Sam and Derek." I say "What do we do until then?" She asks "TV?" I suggest We decide to watch some tv, flipping through channels for a few minutes before stopping on the news "Why are we watching this?" she asks "Because I'm voting this year, I want to know who I should support." I reply "We need to protect our country from all forms of illegals and degenerates who pervert God's idea for America." A man on television say during a press conference "And what exactly do you mean by degenerates?" A reporter asks "You know damn well what I mean. That is why I'm announcing my candidacy for president, I know it's late but I feel the American people will make the correct decision." The man says "Well there you have it, an avowed neo-Nazi, televangelist and notorious hate criminal, Robert Reynolds, is running for president." The news anchor says "Please tell me you're not voting for him." Hailey says "Christ no, I'd rather put a literal pile of shit in office than that douche." I reply Time passes "hey Nick, I have to cancel, but Sam said she'd just come over to your place. That cool?" Derek asks through text "Yea that's fine." I reply I inform Sam Our mother gets home at around 4 I explain to her what happened and she was very understanding She walks over and gives Hailey a hug "You know I'll love you no matter what, don't you?" she asks "Um, yeah I know mom." Hailey replies "So what are you two going to do tonight?" mom asks "I dunno, Sam is coming over, so we'll probably just hang out with her." I say "Alright, well you're in charge of supper. Boss wants me to head into the city for a meeting tomorrow morning. So I'll need to leave in a minute, after I change." Mom says, heading upstairs "Yay, you're cooking. That means frozen pizza." Hailey says in a sarcastic tone "How dare you insult my culinary skills. There's garbage outside, if you're interested." I say She gives me the finger Mom comes down the stairs a few minutes later and steps out the door as Sam begins to knock "Hey, Jess." Sam says to her "Hello, Samantha. Be good." Mom says, rushing to her car "Every time she calls me Samantha, I die a little inside." Sam says "Oh, you're just in time. Nick was about to make a frozen pizza." Hailey says "Oh god, I'll give you some money and you can just go and get a pizza, one that isn't frozen." Sam offers "Fine, since everyone is apparently against the culinary masterpiece that is the frozen pizza." I say, as I leave [Hailey's POV] "Oh good, he's gone." Sam says "What do you mean by that?" I ask "I heard what happened at school today. I figured you'd want to talk to me." she says "Why would I want to do that?" I ask "I'm a lesbian too, so I thought you'd want to talk." she says "Oh, you are?" I ask, before realizing that it made sense "Well, I'm not sure if I'm lesbian or not. Guys and girls are both gross in my book, at least physically." "Well, have you read up on sexuality? or watched porn?" Sam asks "No. Why would I do that?" I ask "It can be a good way to find one's self. Read up on that stuff and watch some videos, then call me and we could talk further." Sam says Some silence "Does Nick know about this talk?" I ask "Yep, he asked me to do it. He didn't know if you'd want to talk to him about it." Sam says Nick gets back with the pizza about a half an hour later The three of us eat and then continue hanging out until about 10 o'clock "Well, I'd better head home. Nick, see ya tomorrow." Sam says "See ya." Nick and I say nearly in unison Sam leaves "Well, I think I'm going to head to bed. Since I'm suspended for two days, may as well own it and get some stuff done around here." I say, heading up to my bedroom I lock the door and turn my computer on [Nick's POV] I put what's left of the pizza in the fridge and head up into my room, not to sleep but to play Dragon Masters Online. I have a level 77 Elven Rogue. At about 1AM I hear strange sounds coming from Hailey's room "hey sis, our rooms are right by each other. So, as a tip, use headphones or turn the volume down." I text Hailey The next two months, our lives remained normal. But that would all change on March 13, when we got a new girl in my class.
  4. It was the middle of the night, Jenny was dead asleep in her warm bed, tired from a day of partying and food. The food she ate, however, disagreed with her stomach. Jenny laid on her back in bed, still wearing her tight jeans and her black crop-top. She was too tired to even bother changing out of her clothes. Jenny squirmed slightly in place as her stomach sounded a violent rumble. Jenny, although asleep, had to use the bathroom. Her stomach rumbled again, causing Jenny to squirm before a quick, bubbly fart sounded from her rear. This would be the last true fart to escape from her before the danger struck. Jenny's stomach churned as it gurgled, causing Jenny to wake up slowly. She placed a hand on her stomach as she felt something right at the escape of her rear. "Ooogh.. I gotta fart..." Jenny assumed in a very sleepy voice. She lifted her butt off of its one cheek and pushed. Assuming it was a fart as she pushed put Jenny in a sense of shock. She felt pure liquid mush escape quickly into the seat of her panties before clenching her butt shut, whincing as she did so. "Oh no..." Jenny cried silently as her bowels rumbled. Jenny had a bad case of diarrhea due to the food she had at the party. She whinced as she laid there. Jenny was quite a lazy person. So lazy that sometimes when she needed to poop, she wouldn't get up and just let it out into her pants. Perhaps Jenny secretly liked pooping her pants. Jenny whinced again as another rumble sounded from the depths of her bowels. "Ugh... I don't want to get up.." Jenny decided. She chose to go back to sleep and deal with it tomorrow. Jenny laid her but back down, the little bit of diarrhea slightly expanding across her rear as she closed her eyes. After 10 minutes, Jenny fell back asleep. This time, her body would choose for her and not wake her up. After 30 minutes, her bowels reached their capacity. Her rear opened up against her sleeping will as pure mushy diarrhea escaped from her rear and into the seat of her slightly soiled panties. Her body began pushing as the torrent of diarrhea sped up extremely, a disgusting squishing sound emenating as her pants filled up with diarrhea. A bulge began growing on the seat of her jeans as they started tinting brown, the diarrhea spreading in all directions. It didn't take long before her diarrhea began escaping from the leg holes of her panties and into the legs of her tight jeans. They bulged out as a nasty Plooorch escaped from her rear. When it was all over, her pants were wet and brown from the diarrhea. Not a spot of her rear was clean, and the bed stained a slight brown. Jenny had a massive diarrhea explosion in her sleep. Jenny continued to sleep through the night in her soiled pants, only just discovering her accident in the morning.
  5. Anyone who took a glance at Evan Hansen could tell he was shy. Anyone. But it went deeper than that. His anxiety was the root of countless problems in his life; his communication skills, his eating, his sleeping, his relationships with those around him. The list went on. However, one insecurity hadn’t proven too much of a problem through his life, though it was quite an annoying. Paruresis. It wasn’t necessarily a danger to his overall condition so he never managed to mention it to his therapist. This mean not receiving any coping mechanisms for it, which in turn led to some situations where he wished his home bathroom was more accessible it so far nothing serious had ever come up. Which is why he didn’t give it much thought when he wasn’t able to use the bathroom at home before school. He didn’t even bother mentioning it to Jared, who he assumed wouldn’t care anyway. As he walked down the entry hall Evan started to feel a small amount of pressure in his abdomen, but it wasn’t hardly enough for him to acknowledge it yet, more of just an optional function. Well, less optional than he’d prefer it in any non-home situation. But it was in no way nothing he couldn’t deal with, he told himself. Still, as he walked to class his mind was racing thinking about the mount of liquids he had consumed and how long school was and the last time he had needed to pee badly and how much he had drank that time. He was so lost in thought he didn’t realize that he had taken the wrong hallway already, and that Jared had started to tag along beside him. “Evan? Evan, you there?” The shorter bit snorted, waving a hand in front of his face. Evan looked up suddenly, blinking as he started to pull himself out of his self-crated daze. “Oh— yeah. Yeah, sorry.” He stammered our immediately. His hand went to the strap of his backpack, fingers rubbing at the seams immediately. “What were you saying...?” The conversation continued as their usual pre-class conversations did; somewhat one-sided, and pretty short anyway. Evan’s mind wandered and it wasn’t an easy thing to hide when it did. Luckily, Jared didn’t seem to mind just talking to no one about who knows what for five minutes. The kid had a lot in his system. Eventually, however, the bell did ring and the two were forced to separate. Jared gave a wave and a spoken farewell and Evan, still wondering exactly how long the school day was, waved with his non-injured arm goodbye. The dull feeling in his lower regions had grown slightly stronger, he realized as he entered his first class of the day. He started to properly worry about if making it would be an issue for him, or if the feeling would half where it was and not bother him again. He decided, after minimal thought, that the feeling would not halt as he knew he had drank more that morning than what had already filtered through, but that it wouldn’t lead to anything more than an uncomfortable urge by the end of the day. What Evan didn’t realize, was how simply and horribly wrong he was. By third period, his mind was set solely on the contents of his bladder, thought it wasn’t nearly full yet. The urge was constant however, and if he were at home he would definitely be doing something about it right about then. But he wasn’t at home, and class was almost over. He resolved to hold it and not drink anything during lunch. Should be easy enough, right? He was wrong. He met up with Jared again during the lunch period. His mind had wandered too far off to pay attention to any of the rambling going on from Jared’s half of the conversation, simply nodding along with little “Mmhms” and “yeahs” on occasion. He hadn’t realized until it was too late what he had said yes to. Jared pulled the bottle of Pepsi out of the vending machine that the two had parked themselves in front of, handing it to him. Evan stood for a moment, almost feeling accused. “Buddy? You there?” Jared snorted, setting he bottle in his hand. “Don’t worry about paying me back, I don’t really care.” He shrugged. “Thanks, Jared. I was pretty— pretty thirsty.” Evan cursed himself silently, but forced a weak smile as he opened the bottle. It fizzed up and over the rim to his hand, the cold liquid dripping down his fingers making his abdomen throb. The two made their way back to their table in the corner of the cafeteria, Evan sipping at the drink disdainfully as to not be rude the whole time. ——— It was nearly the end of the day, and Evan had to go. With how much he had drank that day (not to mention the soda that seemed to flow right through him),he was surprised he hadn’t soaked himself yet. Of course, he was only able to maintain this state by constant fighting in his desk, his legs crossed tightly and hand in a tight fist pressing at his thigh. He didn’t dare hold himself, however. He couldn’t bear the idea of someone knowing just how bad he needed to go. With only about 45 minutes left of class, He was determined to hold on. The occasional spasm between his legs told him otherwise, however. In his position at the back of class, he was able to unbutton the fly of his khaki’s, giving his bladder a bit more room to expand. He sighed slightly, though his hips were still swiveling from side to side on occasion. His mind tended to wander in class, but not nearly his much. He could feel the pressure rising with every passing minute, and the soda was definitely hitting him now. He didn’t even notice the teacher’s voice until Jared elbowed him in the side, making him jump as pressure applied to his abdomen. “Evan, I asked what some of the causes of the French Revolution were?” She raised an eyebrow, seeming to notice how uncomfortable he was. “I-I... Uhm, the levels of p-poverty at the time and the— the living conditions of the poor in comp—comparison to the rich.” He murmured, his mind aching to think about something other than the growing pressure in his bladder. He bit his lip hard as he teased nodded, turning back around. Jared began to notice how off Evan seemed, furrowing his brow and looking over to him. He tapped his shoulder, mouthing a quick ‘you alright?’ The answer, was of course no. But Evan didn’t want to make a big deal. He forced a smile, nodding and crossing his legs tight. There were five minutes of class left. Just five minutes more. Expect Evan knew that wasn’t true. He couldn’t use the bathrooms at school. He had about thirty more minutes with the ride home added on. He didn’t know how he was going to make it. But he was determined to. Jared absolutely knew what was going on by this point, though he didn’t understand why the hell Evan didn’t just use the bathroom after lunch. Evan was so focused on keeping it in, just holding it, holding it, that the sudden ring of the bell made him jump, as well as let out a spurt by mistake. He felt tears jump to his eyes as he felt the slight wetness in his underwear, looking down for just a moment. It hadn’t soaked to his pants just yet, but he knew it wouldn’t be long. He swung his backpack over his shoulder and began the longest walk out of the school of his life. Every step or so, he paused, inhaling sharply and pressing his curled fist into his thigh to attempt to overcome an urge without holding himself. Evan seemed completely unaware of anything around him except the pulsing, burning, tingling sensation in his stomach. His eyes were as wet when he finally got outside of the school, as were his boxers. Jared approached from behind him, reaching out and grabbing his shoulder gently. Evan jumped, a spurt of piss shooting to his pants. It left a quarter sized stain on his khakis. “Dude, I know what’s going on. Just go before you get on the bus, I don’t know what the hell you’re doing.” He cocked his head as Evan shook his. “Jared, You— You don’t understand how much I can’t do that,” his voice was strained and his face bright red as he realized Jared had figured it out. “Why not?” Came the confused response. “It’s— it’s a thing. I can’t explain it. I just can’t. I need to get home.” He stammered, waddling to the bus. Jared followed close behind, not wanting to leave his friend behind. “Well... I don’t understand but... I’m not just gonna leave you alone?” He tried, unsure what to say. “T-thanks, Jared.” Evan’s response was muffled as he sat down in the back seat of the yellow vehicle. His legs were constantly jiggling and his hands were placed firmly at his sides. He squeezed his eyes shut as Jared sat by him. “Please don’t— I— I cant, don’t look..” He whispered, wiping his eyes quickly as he pressed a hand to his crotch. Jared stood, unsure what to do. He moved to he other side of the bus, not wanting to make Evan more uncomfortable. Every little jolt of the bus made him squeak and whimper, his hands trembling at the sides of his thighs. The bus halted to a sudden stop at a light and all of he liquid inside Evan seemed to slam forward, resulting in a dribble from his tip. He gasped softly, tears gathering in his eyes as he pushed a hand between his legs and held himself. The pressure was unbearable and his bladder hurt so much. Even worse, the gasp seemed to attract the attention of other people on the bus, a couple people looking over their shoulder to get a glimpse of what was going on. Evan tried his best to put on a straight face, but the redness of his cheeks and the wetness of his eyes gave way to something else. He was unable to stay still at all anymore, his legs jiggling in front of him, crossing and uncrossing in a lame attempt to try and cover the wet spot that had leaked through the light khaki fabric. “What’s going on with him?” Evan heard a whisper from a couple seats forward. “I dunno. He’s in my math class and doesn’t say shit. Maybe he needs to piss or something.” Came the hushed reply. One of them turned around to look at Evan, not even trying to hide what he was doing. The kid snorted, sitting back down. “Yeah, he’s about to piss himself.” Evan let out a weak whimper right then, squeezing his eyes shut and praying for this all to be a nightmare. He sniffled, biting his lip hard as he felt a drop work it’s way past his tip. He decided them that the one this worse than having to pee this bad, was people knowing he needed to pee this bad. Five minutes ticked by like decades, and tears had escaped Evan’s eyes several times now. The houses around the neighborhoods started to look more familiar and he knew his stop was soon. The bus lurched to a stop two streets away from his and Evan stood up immediately. He closed his eyes and tried to hold his backpack in front of his crotch (unbeknownst to the fact that the wet spots were visible from behind as well) as he walked out of the bus, all eyes staring to him. Jared stood up and started to follow him, staying close behind in somewhat of an attempt to hide the small stains on the back of his pants. Evan stepped out of the bus onto the sidewalk on wobbly legs, waiting until he vehicle drove away completely before letting out a pained gasp and pressing his hands into his crotch. He was leaking almost nonstop now and he knew there was no way he was going to make it, but he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to try. Jared put a hand on his shoulder, causing yet another spurt of piss to shoot into his khakis in surprised. “Hey, it’ll be okay, you’re gonna make it.” “I’m not— I’m... I’m going to piss myself, it’s not gonna be okay...” Evan’s words slurred together with tears. The pressure in his abdomen had gotten painful and he wanted nothing more than to just let go. “C’mon. Just walk, I’m not gonna leave you.” Evan tried. He really did. He stayed just behind Jared, stopping every once in a while to squirm and grab himself, thankful no one was out in the cold that day. But not everything was possible. The two stood in front of Evan’s house and he couldn’t move. He was so close, so close to relief and he couldn’t move. “Evan, you’re almost there, see? Your house is right there.” Jared was sympathizing with Evan a bit too much, looking around himself in paranoia and hoping no one was there to see what he knew what was going to happen. “I can’t— I’m pissing, I’m—“ His words broke off to a weak sob as he lost control completely, piss practically spraying out of him and staining his pants dark. He seemed to be paralyzed, his hands dig into his crotch as he peed and peed. Jared watched in shock from only s few feet back, his mouth dropped open slightly. When the endless stream dribbled to an eventual stop, Evan couldn’t stop the quiet sobs from escaping his throat. Jared stepped up to him, resting a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, Ev. Ev, it’s okay. Let’s go inside. Your mom isn’t home, right? She works late today, I remember. It’ll be okay.” His voice was soft and caring, just a nice a whisper. “Jared, it’s not— not okay... I just p-pissed myself. In front of you! It’s not okay, it’s not...” He hiccuped, hiding his face in his hands. Jared stepped forward, reaching out and taking his hand gently. He led the trembling boy inside, gently prying his other hand away from his face. “It’s okay, just look at me, Ev.” It took him a moment to comply, his fav weed and puffy from the sudden amount of crying. “Why aren’t you mad at me?” He whispered, unable to think of a single reason why Jared hadn’t left. It earned him a sigh from the other. “Evan, why the hell would I be mad? It was an accident, okay? It wasn’t that bad and now you’re home. And you can clean up and everything will be fine.” He spoke gently, unaware of his unusual the situation was to Evan. “But— but they all saw me, they all saw me on the b-bus and at school, Jared, I don’t know what to do, I don’t think I can go back again—“ His sentence was cut short as Jared leaned in, kissing him gently. He really didn’t know where the action came from. It just seemed like the fastest way to get Evan’s attention away from his embarrassment. It seemed to work fairly well. “You just— you... Why did you...?” Evan stammered, his cheeks a bright pink, looking all around him as if he was expecting someone with a camera to jump out. “It’s not exactly a secret, Ev.” He offered a weak smile through a red face. “And I care about you. You don’t... Did you not like it?” Jared started to question himself before Evan shook his head suddenly. “No! No, I mean, yes. I mean— I liked it. I really really liked it.” Evan’s voice trailed off into a quiet, nervous whisper. “A lot.” Jared’s face lit up quite a bit, a wide smile across his face. “That’s... that’s really good. I liked it too. You knew that. Sorry.” He chuckled weakly, looking down and taking Evans hand gently. “Wanna clean up?” “Y-yeah. Yeah, I think that sounds good.” Evan’s reply was hushed, and despite the terrible occurrence, he decided maybe that day wasn’t so bad.
  6. Considering XenoVerse, the DBZ Movies, DBGT, & Super DB Heroes exist I think I can experiment more around that area than with the Main Continuity especially adding my own scenarios. So the question is should I or should I not do a continuation to "Dragon Ball Omorashi: The Lost Chronicles"? I ask because I haven't wrote a New Story in a long time unless I should without any answers but I actually like having discussions. I also confirm that I won't be doing a continuation to "Dragon Ball: Omorashi Chronicles" since I used the Main Continuity for it. What upcoming stories should I do? More Pan & Bulla? Towa? Zangya in Hell? Let me know what you people are thinking. NOTE: I think using the Fiction/FanFiction is best suited for this topic to be here since I am talking about FanFiction.
  7. ****let me know what you guys think and if you want me to continue in the comments.** CHAPTER 1 The funeral was for some old guy in the town that everyone knew. Even for those who didn’t, they recognized the face in the obituary and could remember the fella from town events over the years. Which is why his funeral was PACKED. A line of people dressed up in fancy clothes was outside the door, that lead inside, down a hallway (which created a crowd in front of the bathrooms) and into the room for people to pay their last respects to the man in the casket who laid dead with a smile on his face though. At least a hundred chairs were aligned in rows in front of the casket where people could sit for a while before they left. Ashely was a tall, tan school teacher with a swimsuit model body. Her long black hair graced over her shoulders, and along with her white heels she wore a dark, SHORT green dress. Her amazing legs from years of volleyball in high school and college made calfs no guy could look away from. As she paid her respects and gave grace to the family, she knew her family would stay a while so she sat down. It did not take long for a cute guy to sit next to her (hitting on someone at a funeral…what has it come to?) but as Ashley smiled, trying to enjoy the company, the three bottles of water she had during her workout were fighting to get out of her bladder. She crossed her delicious legs tight. Liz was a blonde girl and with her dark hair friend Avery. Both had their hair in ponytails, but wore different outfits. Liz had black nylons over her nice legs with meat on them with her gray mini skirt. She wore a purple sweater over it. Avery got more casual sort of when dressing up. She wore a blue dress shirt, black nylons that left her ankles and feet exposed (she wore dress shoes over them) and each girl held their hips and squirmed back and forth, as pressures in their bladders grew. Why did so many girls forget to pee before big events in which getting to a bathroom would be hard?!? Jamie had an athletic tan body as well, with long brown hair. Her black dress pants were tight with white lines for design over them, and wore purple heels that matched the purple top she wore with the top buttons opened. She waited for her friends to finish their respects. She asked, “Can we go now? I had to leave the office early, and didn’t get a chance to pee.” Her friend said, “Jamie you always have to pee. Cross your legs or something. We’re going to stay and talk to people. Next time drive yourself here.” Jamie, annoyed, stomped her heel on the floor making a clicking sound that aroused a couple guys (and one girl) nearby. Her tight, round butt had the pants ride up the crack just a little. She placed her hands against her crotch, and someone poured water from a fountain into their cup which made her desperation grow a tad bit. Just like all the other girls who were in their twenties, Felicia was as well, and very pretty. Short, skinny, but had some muscle, and wore dark colors. She had dark blonde hair that did not hand past her facial cheeks, black nylons on her legs, black boots, silver dress short that had short sleeves and went over the crotch, and a black jacket over it. Having sat for a while with her uncle who ran the funeral home and was working that day there, waking up and showing up late, Felicia barely had time for a shower let alone a pee. Felicia sat with her hands in her lap, and barely felt the urge to pee. She was mostly just bored and wanted to get up. So she said she was going to the bathroom. There was no work to do at the moment. When she got there, she grabbed the door handle, but it wouldn’t turn. She knocked, but heard nothing. She figured someone was just taking time. Damn place only had one bathroom for women, and another for men. Felicia leaned against the wall, hands in pockets, one leg stepped back against it, whistling as she waited. With the water fountain nearby, people poured water into their paper cups and the stream made her pressure increase a little as she felt a couple small, but sharp pulses in her bladder. “Can’t this chick hurry up?” she said to herself. Eventually, Avery and Liz lined up behind her, still moving their hips back and forth. Ashley showed up not long after (having told the guy she be right back) and Jamie, who probably had to pee worse than all of them, felt a pulse rage inside her bladder that was hot and sharp every other minute or so. She was annoyed four people were in front of her, tossing her arms in the air like, “Really?!?” She tapped her heel, arms folded across her chest, and the girls waited. LINE (front->back): Felicia, Avery, Liz, Ashley, and Jamie. (Felicia is in front, just to make sure 100% clear) TO BE CONTINUED….
  8. So I just wanted to know if there are any site rules on fans of particular stories carrying them on after they're essentially "dead" and the author/s have stopped updating them? Is that against the rules or not? For example, if someone wanted to carry on "The Prodigal Princess" or "Master and Servant", is that allowed? Say for instance if for a story like that, someone titled a new chapter/part: "Master And Servant - Fan Continuation" and then wrote several of their own additional chapters. Is that okay? Yay or nay?
  9. Ranganath

    Taking Requests for Fiction

    Hello there everyone. Ive got some time to writr today (for once) so I thought Ill open myself up to some requests or suggestion. My personal favorites are anything Indian, Squat Toilet based, or historical. Im willing to try other stuff as well though. Add your requests as comments to this thread please. Thank you. Ps: No ageplay or diaper stuff. Sorry.
  10. I remember being like 12 or 13 and writing a story about a kid who skips his morning pee because he got stuck in his jeans. It was pretty long, too. I remember some of his friends came over and they were jumping on a trampoline, making his need worse. He pees himself multiple times throughout the day because he can't get the button undone. I wrote it in the notes app on my phone and never published it, and I probably deleted it. I was recently thinking about rewriting it on here, which made me think of this topic: What was the first omo story you ever wrote?
  11. This is a time-crunch rewrite. Hope it's good. No omorashi yet, just intro. But it's coming. Aim for the bucke... err, enjoy! "Well, I suppose I could..." Rick's hopes rose high, but Ashley wasn't done yet. "...but I don't think It would work out. I mean, it would be really awkward with me paying for everything, and having to go there really early so you had time to catch up on your undersized bycicle. And plus, I kinda have some important stuff I needed to do anyway. Like, there's this dumb TV show that only comes on on Friday night, and I'd have to miss it if I went out with you." She slipped on her backpack. "So, really sorry about that." She turned and walked away. Rick couldn't help admiring her figure as she strode off. Her silky and long blonde hair trailing in the air behind her, slick bell-bottom jeans, and the way she had held perfectly realistic tones through the entire sarcasm was just flat out impressive. but then the pain started to hit. Thankfully he hadn't put too much emotional money on the table. He had shot high on a whim, and gone belly skidding into the mud. He only wondered how Matt was doing on his side of the dare with Ashley's best friend, Rebecca. But given that Ashley's beauty had only been skin deep, he went ahead and checked his funds for their hard-times favorite at the all-night pizza parlor.
  12. I think the episode was “Sibling Rivalry “ and it started with Carl and Hoodsie dropping plants down the school toilets which once in the septic tank mutated and exploded out of the ground. NEXT we see Carl and Hoodsie in class being lectured by their teacher and she says, “our plumbing is ruined, you’ve clogged our toilets. And your poor classmates are suffering from extreme discomfort “ then shows that he rest of the class moaning painfully holding their bladders. I was a kid when that came out and it’s a cartoon. I got to say even though that time I then started to like omorashi, not knowing what it was, I felt bad for those cartoon kids. I mean could they really keep the school open when it has no toilets?
  13. daveshuyi

    Star Wars Fanfiction

    Does anybody know of any good Star Wars fanfics? I like star wars a lot, and there arent many star wars omo fanfics out there.
  14. Here is my first story for you: Lara grinned as she stepped onto the hot sand. The beach was crowded today, but she was able to spot a nice clearing fit enough for spreading a lounge chair and enjoying the sunlight. But she wasn't really here for the sun, or the ocean. She was here because the beach was the one place she hadn't wet herself since she arrived. The first three hours after her arrival were spent christening her friend Kiki's beach house she had rented for the week. Kiki had explained, with a little bit of reluctance, that she and her mother were very "free" about where they used the restroom. Since it was their beach house and they could afford to replace anything that was ruined, they went whenever they felt the need. All Kiki asked was that Lara clean after herself and wash all soiled linens. The idea intrigued Lara more than she expected and once she turned the key and opened the front door of the beach house, the butterflies in her stomach began to flutter. She had felt the need to pee for about an hour and knew she would not be able to hold on much longer. As she closed the door behind her, she spotted the bathroom across the room and to the left. As if the sight flipped some sort of switch in her body, she felt a wave of pressure in her bladder and she had to grab herself to keep from exploding right there in the doorway. The room she was standing in had a long leather couch, two soft-cushioned chairs, a big television, and a long coffee table with a vase of bright flowers and a fancy looking jar of seashells and sand. Lara only had a few seconds to admire these things, though, as her bladder pulsed with another wave of pressure. She gasped as a small trickle dampened her panties. "Oh, shit," she mumbled. She caught sight of the bathroom again and her body seemed to be begging her to run there, relieve the pressure. Oddly, she did not move. Kiki's words kept repeating in her mind: "You can pee wherever you want. Just go." Another wave of pressure caused a bigger trickle escape. Now she could feel the wetness on her fingers as they touched the crotch of her shorts. "Oh, my God, I've got to pee so bad." "Just go" she heard again. "Mmm. I can't hold it. Oh." Deciding to take Kiki's advice, she scanned the room to find the best place to relieve her bladder. Since she was not used to peeing anywhere other than the bathroom (and occasionally the pool), she thought it might be easier if she sat down somewhere and maybe pretended she were on the toilet. Unable to resist, Lara darted to the nearest chair, yanking her jean shorts and panties down as she did so. She immediately fell in love with the feeling of the soft cushions against her naked bottom and vagina. The pressure was agonizing now as she spread her legs and released the hold on her bladder. Nothing. The pressure continued and Lara felt as if she should be exploding right now, spraying her pee everywhere. Still nothing. The soreness in her abdomen was really uncomfortable as she sat there, waiting for something to happen. She knew, of course, that if she were on a toilet, she would be peeing right now, feeling the pressure subside. Instead, she was sitting naked on a lounge chair in her best friend's beach house, waiting in pain to soak the cushion under her. Lara closed her eyes. "Just pee." Kiki's voice was clear in her mind, a delightful and delicious invitation. Lara imagined that she were sitting on a nice warm toilet seat, her legs spread, ready to spray the porcelain inside with her warm pee. Something was happening. Finally. It began as a warm trickle that could barely be felt falling to her vagina. Then, the floodgates opened and she sighed as the cushion beneath her became warm and wet. "Oh God. Oh, I can't stop it. Mmm." Her pee came out hard and fast and she could feel it splashing against the cushion and all over her legs. As she opened her eyes, she pushed harder and grinned as the stream of pee gained strength and sprayed uncontrollably to the hardwood floor. Some of it splashed against her feet but she didn't care. This went on for almost a minute and when she finally finished, she was panting as she stared proudly at the puddle she had made on the floor.
  15. ExplosiveTurtlez

    Gensokyo Dream (Touhou)

    ~This fiction is a derivative work of Touhou Project~ ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... Wake up. Everything is... white... You find yourself laying down face-first into a pile of snow. Everything feels cold... Your whole body is shivering... You've never experienced such a harsh winter in your life before! Yet... you don't know where you are exactly... The last thing you remember is going to a bar one night, getting piss-drunk, and passing out. In fact, you're pretty sure that's the last thing you did before waking up in the middle of nowhere. The fact that your face still feels extremely cold isn't helped by the fact that you're pretty much having the worst hangover ever. So now that you're out here, what should you do first? A). Assess your identity (Describe what our character should be. Design winner will be determined by dice-roll.) or B). Assess the situation and see where we are.
  16. In Greek, desperation Worth it! PS: can anyone translate the last lines
  17. First of all, I'd like to take the time to thank anyone and everyone who's read my stuff, and who's reading this now. THANK YOU and GOD BLESS. So far, the community is really warm and respectful, even when people do disagree, which is REAL NICE to see on the internet. To omorashi.org and all it's people, Good Job on making this such a great place to admit to our wonderful oddities. :] Right... moving on. I wrote this as a pure piece of original FICTION. I use no real places or people in my writing, and it is all a part of my own fantasies. If you have any suggestions, ratings, comments, or fantasies of your own you want me to try and add, then let me know and if it fits, and I like it, I just may add it. I can't do Yuri/Yaoi, though. Not into that, so I can't write about it... It starts off with two males, brothers, who live together due to their parent's deaths years back. I plan, however, to eventually (if not slowly) add in some female characters and desperation, maybe some LIGHT bondage (included with the wetting), and maybe some other elements. Just post and let me know any ideas, scenarios, suggestions, that sort of thing. This is my story, but it's your story to. :] After all, you're the one reading it. If you like it at all, and/or want me to continue, please say so. I'm nervous about posting it, especially since I go slow and ramble on, and not sure how long I will/can keep this up. So if you like it, please tell me, or if I feel I'm wasting my time I can always drop it. Not a threat, just a warning... If I don't get interest, it will be hard for me to keep going. ******WARNING****** Story subject to many elements, some unknown, and Characters / Scenarios subject to change upon original intentions. Story is NOT planned out far, so length and possibilities are endless. Also, any resemblance to real life, to people, to places, to personalities, to experiences, other stories, etc. are of mere coincidence and not meant for offence. This story is for entertainment purposes only. Feel free to keep it for yourself, but give me credit, and DO NOT post this story elsewhere, without my permission. Thank you, and have a nice day. ======================================================================================================================================= *It starts off a bit slow, but it gets better, I promise. A better wetting is coming up in chapter four (if you want longer chapters, let me know, or if they are too long, let me know as well. I wasn't sure where to leave off.). There are chapters leading up to omorashi. This style, to, is subject to change upon need and my will. Consider this an experimental text on chapter content and length. A Counting For Storms Chapter One “Please, big brother, I have to go-o!” Rain squirmed, helpless in front of the only bathroom door as a spurt of urine escaped into his dark blue pajamas. Both hands were holding himself already, attempting to stop the inevitable for just a short while longer. “Come on, I need to pee! Or I’ll go on the carpet!” he yelled threateningly, desperately, getting more and more upset that his brother was being so slow. He knew this game well, as it was often played in the mornings by his brother, who apparently loved to hog the bathroom as long as possible, knowing full well Rain always needed to pee badly in the mornings. “You can hold it.” There was a light laughter in Nile’s voice. “You are fifteen, aren’t you?” Nile himself was twenty-five, and had raised his younger brother by himself for the past seven years. Despite being so far apart in age, the two normally got along pretty well… they only fought at times like this. Of course, this was no accidental delay, as it seemed the younger was about to have. “Baby boy, just wait a minute longer. I just need to brush my teeth now.” “You’re such an ass!” Rain complained, as he doubled over and bent his knees, trying everything he could do to hold back the flood, to no avail as another small spurt escaped. “This is what I get for drinking juice before bed.” he whined quietly to himself, voice in a whisper tone. Finally, the faucet was turned on low, a small stream taunting his aching bladder, while his brother was heard fumbling around in the medicine cabinet for his tooth-brush. The pulsing sensation grew worse as his brother started to brush his teeth. “Come on,” he told himself. “One more minute…” By now, his body was shaking with need and sweating slightly from desperation, the dampness a constant reminder of what was to come. “Brother!” he called through the locked door, “Hurry up!” A contraction in his bladder made him flinch, a larger stream of urine escaping as Nile finally opened the door. “What’s the matter, baby boy, can’t hold your pee?” Nile taunted, moving out of the way, watching as his little brother scampered to the toilet, pants already down and his member aimed at the toilet. It was a perfected skill by now. This had been a routine for years. “Shut up! You’re so mean…” Rain whispered, the relief overwhelming him, his body wanting to fold up and drop to the floor in relaxation. “Barely made it.” He said, once finished, taking off his pants and surveying the damage. The whole front and down the left side was soaked. These would need to be thrown in the wash. “Why can’t you just be nice for once?” “Why can’t you wake up earlier or stop drinking liquid before bed?” Nile responded, his always-present smile plastered on his face, wondering if his little brother enjoyed these predicaments. At the very least, he sure did; the live displays of desperation pleasing to see, even if it was his little brother. Now, Rain was a healthy boy of average height and weight, perhaps a bit on the small side, with an almost blue-tinted shade of short, light colored hair, and round, steel grey eyes. He was the type of person to try and act tough, and hold out during problems, but not with ease, and usually stuck to his older brother like glue. Even so, he hated to be seen as weak – he had enough problems without that. Nile, on the other hand, was tall and delicately toned, with naturally near-white hair that flowed down to his mid-back, sharing the same round, steel grey eyes as his brother. He was the type of person to always have a smile, even to an unnatural point, and was normally harmless. Of course his years spent in karate since a child, and the second degree black belt hidden away in his closet said otherwise. It was a shock when people found out of this, because of his delicate appearance. However, looks could be deceiving. The apartment the two shared was small and cozy, clean (since Nile was a clean freak, though Rain was usually called out on it). It stood on the third story in a three story building in downtown, Rosewood. It was laid out so that one entered the apartment to find the main room on the right, and kitchen through an arch on the left, straight ahead leading into a hallway with the first doorway on the left being the bathroom, just after the closet, and the first door on the right a smaller bedroom (Rain’s room), while the last room on the left was the larger bedroom (Nile’s room). It wasn’t much, but for their income, it was plenty. Rain moved back to his room, dressing quickly in dark blue jeans, a striped white and black shirt, and wearing a thin, dark colored hoodie with silver designs. Walking into the kitchen, he prepared himself a toaster strudel, preferring and easy breakfast to one he would have to spend time cleaning up afterwards. Soon enough, Nile entered and pulled out a small frying pan, planning to make some eggs and toast. Unlike Rain, he loved traditional breakfast, convinced they were what a growing boy needs. “Don’t eat that junk. Honestly, why do I buy it?” Nile complained while removing the eggs from the carton. “You know I don’t like that stuff. Throw it out.” He wore his usual light colored jeans, and a light green shirt under a white jacket. He always wore light colors, and always wore his favorite shade of white. “Why should I.” Rain shook his head in protest. “I thought you hated to waste? Don’t be so over protective.” That’s exactly what his brother was. Over protective, good at acting, and a bit of a troublemaker, yet always playing the good guy… he was dramatic and overbearing at times, but even so, he never had to give up his time or life to raise Rain, so for that Rain was thankful to God every day. “Drink plenty of water. Actually have some orange juice: it has good vitamins. We’re going hiking today.” Nile ordered, finishing the eggs onto two plates, and heading for the bread. Today was one of the last chances to take their outdoor trips before winter set in, so for the weekend they were going to go to a cabin and enjoy nature (one of Nile’s health-based ideas). “Yeah, yeah...” Rain smiled as the eggs and toast were slip before him, sitting on a stool on the island. “Thanks are to the Lord for food.” He said, before digging in almost before he even finished talking. Boy was he starving. “Pee again before you leave.” Nile ordered, sounding somewhat disappointed in himself for having to say so out of brotherly duty. “It’s a long car ride, and you know how I hate to stop.” He took a seat on the other side of Rain. Truth was, he had a bit of a fetish for desperation, and simply loved how funny his precious baby brother looked when desperate for a pee, squirming and shaking his legs, eventually reduced to holding himself. What a sight. It was something he feared he would never get a girlfriend over… oh, how he wanted to see a woman in that predicament! After breakfast, Nile cleaned up as Rain stopped by the loo, and soon after grabbing their supplies, packed readily the night before, they walked out into the early-morning mist, on the foggy mid-October Friday. ================================================================================================================================= I also plan on having more or different description as I grow more comfy with the story, and out of some of the more cliche scenes... But being creative is hard. Haha... also, I want to write longer chapters.... PLEASE tell me honestly all you think, and any suggestions you may have. I can't use them all, but I can take some into consideration. You never know if your idea will be the... lucky one. Thank you again for reading my fantasies. ^.^ *LOVE* I have a special post planned as well, that goes in depth list of the character's personalities, likes, dislikes, and even their birthdays, for if anyone actually cares. I'm odd like that. :] Right.... Thank you, and pressing send. *nervous*
  18. NOTE!!!!! So a year ago or so I wrote this story in chapters but it was way too unrealistic, and became sloppy since I didn't know where to go. It was never finished. So while the character's and some events are the same, the premise is different. The story remastered as one LONG EPIC piece. With an ending. This is ALL FICTION. None of this is real. It has one unrealistic part, you'll know when. Hope you like it. At Jenkins University, it was nighttime, and the whole campus was pretty much closed, but the parking lot was packed. It was the Jenkins Female Choir performance led by the late thirties aged Ms. Calwiki with short brown hair, was dressed like the rest of her twenty something year old students: tight black dress pants, high heels (though Calwiki due to foot problems had to wear girlish, black dress shoes) and a white top shirt. Calwiki had long sleeves on. Jennie, Jo, and Nikki were all brunettes. Jo had her hair in a ponytail while the other two let theirs hang down. Nikki wore a sleeveless white top to show her long, tan arms. Jennie had dress pants with thin, white lines as design down the blackness. Lily was an average-height blonde with wavy hair with a little fat, but still damn cute and sexy in that black and white pattern top and black skirt and heels. Kelsey the same but with black hair, and Tyra, an African American girl with a cool attitude and brown short curly hair. She and Jennie had the roundest butts in the tight black pants. "Everyone, five minutes," said Emily from the stage. She was on the production team. A short, punk rock girl with black straight hair, and that night had a black shirt and tight blue jeans that went over her small but nice shaped butt. "Oh Emily!" Tyra said. "Come try these brownies Dean Maxline made for us." Dean Maxline spoke with Calwiki in the corner. Maxline was a very tall blonde woman who wore high heels that night with tight dark gray pants and an orange shirt. Emily shrugged and took one, having bit into something she would regret later on. They all would. Some of their panties as well. Just cause their pants were black, didn't mean they covered stink, loads that could fall down the openings, etc. "Girls," Calwiki called out. "Let's head on stage." As they started to head out Maxline sucked some more of her extra large coffee with double sugar. She caught glimpse of Tyra who stood still for a moment and held her belly. She looked a bit uncomfortable. Once on stage the girls had lined up. The auditorium was full. Calwiki finished her third brownie, they were so delicious they covered the accidental poison inside. All the girls had felt a little antsy as a pressure built up in their lower bellies. Not pee, though. Maxline drank more of her coffee and watched from the side with Emily as Calwiki turned to the audience. "Ladies and gentlemen," she said. "Did you just assume our gender?" Someone from the audience yelled. Calwiki ignored it. She continued, "It is my great pleasure tonight to bring you an act of these beautiful ladies. We still-Ergh!" Calwiki moaned as she grasped her stomach as a harsh, hot tight pain shot through. Her tight legs at the knees turned inwards. "S-sorry." As Calwiki continued, Emily from the side said, "I wonder what that was about. Is she okay?" Dean Maxline said, "She's at where I want everyone to be. We have professionals who want to invest in our schools art program. Everyone needs to work hard and get through tonight." Emily gave a shrug. They did have to impress. "Dean Maxline, what do you-OOOH!" Emily moaned as she crouched down and held her stomach. Her legs staying together shut tight. She felt a heavy, burning feeling that she recognized. "What...what was that?" Maxline sucked more on her large coffee. "Powerscrap brand ingredients added to my brownies." "Powerscrap? Aren't they a health industry? With losing weight. What ingredient?" "Something guaranteed to clean a stomach out." Emily froze and her eyes widened. Her lips trembled as she felt the pain worsening. She could tell looking at the girls on stage by their faces that they were experiencing some discomfort as well. Emily said, “Dean why did you do that?” Maxline tapped her foot in annoyance. “It’s to clean the nerves out of the stomach. Relax.” “That’s not what clean out the stomach means!” Emily felt like she would explode as the brown dark force ran through her intestines and tried to fire out of her ass. Emily stood up straight squeezing her ass cheeks together as tight as possible. She ran from stage and to the auditorium's one ladies room. It was a single person restroom. They had a small school so most bathrooms were singles. Saved money. She reached for the door and grabbed the handle...LOCKED ! "Oh no," Emily said in fear. Maxline came up. "Back to work now. You can go during intermission." Emily squirmed in her spot next to a door which locked behind was her key to relief and not messing up her pants in a humiliating public fashion. “Dean Maxline. I really gotta go!” She bounced. Dean Maxline continued to tap her foot louder and harder than before with a hand pushing on her waist. “I’ve had three of these coffees in the last hour to keep me awake. I have to go too, but it can wait. Now come on we need you on stage. I’ll call the janitor to come unlock the restroom.” Emily bounced left to right as he feet shuffled on the floor, so her body could try to contain the growing, burning load within. She started to sweat. Her tight jeans showed stretched marks at the bottom of her round butt as her legs stayed tight. Emily looked left no right in confusion and paranoia. She squeaked. Put her hands in her pockets, grasped her fingers on the inside against her private area, and walked back with Dean Maxline with her legs tight and butt cheeks in those tight jeans moving back and forth. Ms. Calwiki was a bit desperate at this point. She knew she needed to go to the bathroom. Really badly. She tapped her conductor stick on the podium, held her arms up, and flicked to direct the girls. They sang "A Hard Harsh Pressure." The words strained the bellies of all the poor girls. Jennie and Tyra, next to each other in their tight black pants. Jennie had the white line design on hers, Tyra's pants were much tighter and less made of dress fabric. Both of the girls butts held so tight lines formed down their cracks and their pants went in. Lily put her hands in her pocket as she felt her belly expand. Nikki was the same way but had her hands against her crotch as she waved back and forth and crossed her legs. Kelsey had her arms tight against her sides. Jo was the same way. She remembered how bad she had to pee earlier that day, and almost wet herself in calculus. Now she was facing a poop problem. She could not have an accident. They went on to their next song, and by this point all of the girls have felt like they had to go VERY bad for almost half an hour. Especially Tyra. Her feeling hit her before they even got on stage. Dean Maxline sucked down the rest of her coffee.. Maxline looks down at Emily and rolled her eyes. Emily had her legs crossed and crouched down bent at the knees, bouncing up and down. She had been working all day since early morning and had to drink a couple energy drinks to keep her going. The poor girl felt like she would bust any second. In the audience, a woman had gotten up as she felt their drinks from dinner had caught up with them. Lucy, with dark hair and sort of chubby legs in a black skirt walked to the bathrooms. She had a dark pink top as well, and black dress jacket and was in her late twenties. She reached the bathroom and grabbed the door knob. Locked. She knocked. In a voice of discomfort, "Excuse me, is anyone in there?" Lucy knocked again as she felt her belly rumble. "Hello? Is this occupied or not? I really gotta go." After forty-five minutes, four songs, intermission had come. The audience clapped but it meant nothing to those on stage desperate out of their freaking minds at this point ready to explode into their panties and nice pants. Emily struggled as she closed the curtain, and Calwiki and the girls ran off stage to the toilet. Emily said to Maxline, "You gggotta let us in now." Maxline nodded, in slight annoyance, and they went off. Emily knew she would pop in her pants soon if she didn't take care of business. She held her butt cheeks together as a sharp load of poop that would destroy her pantie and jeans painfully tried to slice out between her ass. She froze at the horror. The choir of girls stood behind a very desperate Lucy. Lucy had her hands under her skirt to plug up her pee hole that was ready to burst open and cover the floor in a yellow puddle. Behind a faster bouncing Jo, then Lily, Kelsey, Nikki, Tyra, and behind them all was Jennie. All the choir girls shuffled their legs and feet in place as they were only a few feet from relief. Ms. Calwiki stood at the back of the line in disbelief with her hands in her crotch and legs inwards as they wobbled. Calwiki said in a quiet, strained voice, "This...no...no no!" Maxline shook her head as her foot tapped and made clicks in the heels as her own discomfort started in her bladder. Emily pulled on Maxlines sleeve. "Dean! There's no way I can wait in that line. I'm going to explode. My stomach is going to burst open." Maxline ignored and went to unlock the bathroom. "Your instructor gets to go first." Calwiki was desperate. But she shook her head. "No. Let my girls go first. They worked hard for tonight." They all loved Calwiki. Right in that spot Lucy's legs shuffled faster and she bounced like a mad woman. Her boobs jiggled as her tits erected from the stress and sweat pointed out. "Oh I'm gonna pop let me through!" As she headed in she was pushed aside by Emily who had her body alarms going off. Red alert! Emergency! Emily was going to explode. The fear of humiliation was too much to think about. How could she return to work or school again? How could any of them as they all felt the same dilemma. But Maxline held Emily away since she was not first. Emily fought and the girls in line squirmed and bounced as their need for a release grew. Lucy was distracted and some old lady ran by all of them with her decades of entitlement and occupied the one toilet. They were all shocked. Outside the door Lucy was fighting with the handle. Emily was knocking hard. Lucy's jaw dropped as she crossed her legs for she felt her body was finally giving up. She yelled through the door, "Hurry up already!" Jamie yelled from the back, "Yeah we have to go back on soon." They heard the toilet flush, and it increased all their desperation a more even though they had to poop. The knowing of what their relief could sound like made them want to surrender in their panties and pants there. Nikki almost passed out from the pulsing pain. Lily bounced and cried actual tears. The door opened, but for Emily it was too late. It was happening now. She ran from everyone. She quickly in tiny steps went down the stairs. She moaned, "Ah, ah, an. EEEEE ah!" She slammed her body against the doors and went outside, unbuttoned her jeans, was behind the bushes and literally a second from release. BUT....lights flashed at her. She quickly stood up and buttoned her jeans, the load still inside. It was campus police. The cop, he said, "Ms. What are you doing?" Emily sweated. "Me?!? Um, um, uh, I, I was just looking for some glasses I lost out here before." Her legs crossed tight. She had no idea how she held in all this. She put her hands on her hips. Her belly literally felt like it would rip open at the skin and splatter everywhere. The cop gave her a suspicious look. Lucy did not make it inside. Jo pushed her aside and went in and let it all out, avoiding an embarrassing accident. Lucy's eyes watered and she bit her lip as she watched someone down the hall take a sip from the water fountain and saw the streaming foreshadow do panties death. Dean Maxline stood there impatient, her hands firmly in her pockets as she tapped her foot in the heel hard and legs tight together. Maxline saw they only had enough time for one more person to go. "Forget the line. I'll choose who gets to go before we go back on stage." The girls shook. She pointed at one of them as Lucy stood on the side ignored by Maxline. Maxline pointed at one of the choir girls. "You get to go next." But who was it? Emily was outside, legs crossed in her tight jeans, her private area swollen as well as her belly. Her gut had intense burning that made her scared she would explode any second. She was going to finally take a bathroom break in the bushes, but now the cop was watching her. "Miss, you seem a bit unwell or something," he said. Emily shook. She sweated bullets. "I-I'm...I'm fine sssir." She rubbed her back to relax her muscles. Her hips moving back and forth as slow as she could make them go. She said quietly, "I'm going to burst like a waterfall of diarrhea in my panties." That fear of humiliation made her heart race and lose breath with anxiety. "Were you going to go to the bathroom in that bush? You know there are cameras around here right? And that's also illegal." Emily had tears of agony fall from her eyes. She said, "NNNo I wasn't going-going to do that." She was dying inside. Inside, Maxline pointed at………………………………Kelsey. "You have a solo young lady. You need focus. Go now. Fast." After the door opened Kelsey ran in there and almost popped a mess in her panties. As the door shut Lucy tried to rush inside but the Dean placed her leg out to block the poor audience member. Lucy bounced as her legs crossed. She pulled on her face as the pulses of agony became too much. She decided she would go outside, there was no choice, a couple drops leaked out. "I'm not gonna make it! I'm not gotta make it! Oh, but I have to!" She burst through the doors outside and was confronted by the campus cop and Emily who also shook from her desperation. Lucy sweated as her legs shook and her jaw dropped. "Mamm are you okay?" The cop asked. Lucy said, "I'm fine I just...I" she struggled to keep her words and thoughts together. She stared in horror as the outside sprinklers went off. Drops flung in the air and splashed. Flares of pain went into Lucy. Lucy bent over her waist as the pain was unbearable like a watery flame pushing through her. She held herself up by the door. Emily bit her bottom lip and placed her hands against her crotch. Tears fell from Lucy's eyes. It was coming. She felt the warm glist flow along her private part and her panties feeling a wee bit warmer. "Miss maybe you need to see a doctor. I'll call for some fluids." The word fluids hurt her as it was water like. "No..." she said in a breathless voice. People started to walk back inside since intermission ended and a crowd was around her. A good half dozen stopped and stared at the struggling woman on the verge of bursting. She grew so scared and turned red as all these people might she her, a grown woman, wet herself. Emily herself had her legs crossed so tight the jeans showed her muscles. Her boiling belly was erupting as it came from the bottom of her shirt balloon belly. She cried, but held back tears as much as she could. "Take some water." Someone held out a water bottle to Lucy and the liquid inside flowed from bottom to top. Lucy squirmed and said, "Ahhhhh stop please!" Her muscles weakened, oh poor woman why did the dean have to lock up the bathroom. This woman was not even in the choir. The sprinklers still going, and she felt herself start to leak. Both of tears and the other thing. More people were focused on Lucy than Emily even though both squirmed cried and sweated desperation. They had to go SOOOOOO bad. Their panties doomed. "Please...stop. Let me...oh nnnno NOOOOOOOOOOO!" Then BOOOOOM! Lucys bladder burst, and a large stream of pee echoed out of her burning and swollen private area. "NooooOOOOOOO!" She cried bloody tears. Her panties filled and were soaked and fell off her a little as the hot stream stained in a puddle around her. Her body was a faucet and people covered their mouths as liters poured out of her. The poor woman was so red and cried. Her legs, feet, heels, skirt and panties ruined from wetness. People around town who knew her and she would pass by remembering this humiliation. "Ahhhho," she moaned from the pain. The embarrassment and disbelief caused a panic that made the poor woman faint in her own puddle of pee. Boy would she stink when she woke up. "I have to get back to work!" Emily shouted as the sight of someone else wetting made her body automatically start to give an alarm and urge to go to the bathroom…except her’s was much thicker and darker. She uncrossed her legs and ran back through the door and cried, knowing she was on the verge of a major, embarrassing accident. She might actually go to the bathroom in her jeans and panties. Her legs still tight at the private section as she squeezed her holes shut as they timer inside was about to go off. One hand tight against her crotch, one pushed against her ass. Inside the desperate choir headed back to stage, and Emily reached the door but it was locked. She pulled in the handle and pushed her foot against the wall to pull it open. Come on you! Please God! Don't let this happen to me! It wouldn't budge. Her toilet of relief was locked. Her legs squeezed together and one went up to her chest by the knee. Step by step she backed away and felt herself about to lose it. "Oh, ah, e e ah!" "Emily get back in here," Dean yelled. As the rest of the choir except for Jo and Kelsey squirmed on stage. Dean Maxline and Emily sat as they watched the choir perform. The voices for most sounded so off pitch. The girls were in great discomfort and desperation. Jo and Kelsey were fine cause they went, but Calwiki, the choir, Emily and even the Dean herself all desperate. Maxline had that huge coffee. She sat in her dark greenish gray pants and crossed her legs and shook them as they watched. She looked so disappointed. Her belly expanded out a few centimeters from the huge gallons of boiling liquids that wanted to erupt like a sunfire out of her body in the form of pee. "Embarrassing," Maxline said. She looked down at Emily and rolled her eyes. Poor Emily. Her legs were brought up to her chest and crossed tight. She was sweating like crazy and crying. Every second she felt like she would explode and she held off each time. But it would not last forever. "I...can't...hold....iiit anymore." She moaned. Lily leaped off stage in the middle of performing. She dashed but was blocked by Dean Maxline. Lily legs crossed and she bounced crying. Lily said, "Dean please I have to poop so bad!" She turned red from saying it. Oh the humiliation. "Back on stage now," Maxline demanded. Lily kept trying to run by but each time Maxline cut her off. Lily went back to stage and stood with her desperate choir mates. As bad as she felt everyone could tell poor Tyra and Emily were the ones about to burst. Tyra had her legs crossed, her butt cheeks going back and forth as she pulled on her hair. Her gut was on fire and she lost a couple drops already and could feel her poo squeezing out through her cheeks. After they finished, they had one last intermission. Emily got a head start and was just turning the corner to the bathroom. It was in sight and she lit with joy...but the choir dashed in front of her and danced desperately in line. Emily's eyes watered. She was going to crap in her new panties so much. "Dean hurry up!" Nikki who was first in line yelled. The Dean unlocked the door and Nikki ran inside. She made it. Next would be Tyra, then Lily, Jennie, Calwiki, and Emily last. Tyra was dancing with her legs crossed. "Oh...my...GGGod!" "Tyra can I cut in front?" Lily begged. Tyra said in a very sarcastic tone as she held her crotch and squirmed, "Oh sure, because I don't have to go or anything. I'm not about to have a total meltdown accident in my panties. It all evaporated into chocolate dust and I'm fine now." Nikki came out of the bathroom. Just as Tyra turned Lily went in and said "Thanks!" Tyra froze and jaw dropped as the door closed. She wrestled with the handle. "Open up! Open up! Oh, please I can't hold it anymore!" Tyra fell to the ground holding her stomach as it let out a loud growl that burned the inside of the girl. "Eeeeeee!" Jennie moaned in agony. Her butt and front part so swollen her fancy pants tightened on them. Her tan skin turned pale as she kept her legs tight together and heels shuffled in place. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God----eeerrrrrrrrrgh!” Calwiki had her legs crossed and as holding herself around her torso as she bounced. The poor conductor just bought her outfit. She looked at her boss Dean Maxline who stood from the side. Maxline looked concerned and her tall legs twitched at the knee. As her right leg curved over the other at the knee, it kicked back and her heel dangled off of her foot. Her hands against her crotch. Maxline was desperate. Her bladder felt full, hot, and hard to hold in. "Um, excuse me?" A woman questioned from behind. Her name was Alexandra, in a tight red, short dress. Enna, a blonde in a tight black shirt and dark blue dress pants. Then Kate, a tall blonde, who had on a dark blue dress with sleeves. The dress was short, a couple inches above her knees. Alexandra said as she and the other two squirmed. "This isn't the only bathroom is it? We've come here like three times and it's always locked." Maxline said, "Wait you three are the musical investors." "Yes, we had a lot to drink earlier and have been trying to get to a bathroom but it always locked." Kate crossed her legs and along with Enna squirmed up and down and said, "Ooohhh, I'm not gonna last much longer!" Alexandra said, "Maybe we should leave early. No way we can wait in that line and avoid accidents." "No!" Maxline said. She could not lose these investors. As Lily exited the bathroom looking relaxed Tyra was about to run in but Maxline grabbed her. "Please, go ahead of us. You're pretty much royalty here." Tyra's heart sank. "No way! I-"But Maxline turned her and held a hand on her mouth. "Please ladies, go ahead." Maxline felt she would burst any second as well. “Thank you,” said Alexandra as she took the bathroom for herself. "Oh nooooOOOOOO!" Tyra yelled. Her stomach had enough. Tyra tried to hold on longer, she did, but it was no use. Her asshole burned too much like spikes, and legs became numb and exhausted. She felt her stomach crack and break inside. She covered her mouth in humiliation as she felt her panties fill quickly with poop both solid and liquid. Not long after it leaked out under her pants. She squirmed and tried to stop, but her body pumped more and more, and everyone backed away as they saw the brown puddle form around her. Pieces inside it. She could not stop crying. She ran into the bathroom as Alexandra exited. Poor Tyra went to the bathroom in her pants in front of her friends, and these musical investing legends. She sat on the toilet, a mess, and cried. Occupying the one bathroom everyone outside so desperately needed. Jennie squirmed up and down holding her waist. "Dean Maxline," she cried. Maxline said, "You better hold it in." She kept her legs closed tight and hand at crotch and knocked on the door. "Tyra, get out here now!" Jennie ran. “Code red!!!!” She got out of sight and saw a garbage can in the hall. Jennie kicked off the top, pulled her pants down, and sat on the inside of the can as her private area burned as diarrhea and piss came out. Her belly deflated and she relaxed. Sucks for the next janitor though. “OOOOOoooaaaaa,” she said in a calm tone. That was close. But what would she wipe with? "What the?" Oh no, her butt was stuck in the garbage can. She could not pull herself out. The two other music investors squirmed as their bladders expanded. Oh, how humiliating for them as legends of this school it would be to wet themselves in public. Ms. Calwiki held herself up on the side of the wall and felt her stomach explode. She shut her legs tight as hell to hold it in. "Oh noooo!" Would she make it? Sweat poured off her like a waterfall. She did not know for a second, but then looked down and saw a similar black puddle of laxative-related poop burn out from under her pants. She turned so red and cried so hard tears ran down her cleavage. This was too much the intense humiliation almost made her heart stop. On her knees, stinky, a mess, and crying. Emily had no idea how she would survive as at that moment, she felt a large surge of pain come over her body. "AHHHHHHHH!" The pain was unbelievable. She heard cracks in her belly. She felt her skin stretch as her belly became round like she was pregnant with her poop gut. Having such a small body, the feeling of exploding poop was all in every piece of her body. Jennie pushed and pushed, but her butt from stuck in the garbage can. She was stuck, legs up, no pants on, and struggled to get out. Some of the audience had walked out to the vending machines and saw Jennie. "Oh no," she said with anxiety. The audience laughed and took pictures of the poor girl. Some of the cute football players for the school were part of that crowd. Even avoiding a humiliating accident she was the victim of humiliation in the end. She cried and covered her face. “Oh my why!” As she squirmed, she tipped over, garbage can still stuck on her ass, and she rolled on the ground without control, leaving a brown trail behind. Agony. How could she ever live this down? Tyra remained locked in the bathroom, her pants and panties ruined. She had filth all over, and she cried from feeling so embarrassed and like a failure. “Oh my God, how do I show my face out there again? I can’t even make it to my car without people seeing me in this mess!” Outside waited Dean Maxline who had her legs shuffling in place as she held her crotch tight. The tall blonde banged on the door to get Tyra out. Sweat of nervousness made her body shake. She was losing now too. Dean Maxline said, "Missie, get out now! There are other people very desperate." Then Maxline said in a low, scrunched up voice, "Me included." She could not speak as the discomfort was hard to control. Enna had her legs crossed and arms on her side, Kate rubbed her belly as her long legs shuffled. "Are there really no other bathrooms here in the building?" Kate asked in a grunted voice. Maxline started to sweat. Her nerves made her full bladder pains worse. Maxline said, "There is a custodian’s lavatory in his office. But I don't have the access for that." "Dean Maxline!" Emily squealed in agony. Her belly was so full it popped out under her shirt and showed her belly button on her pale white stomach. Her lips trembled and eyes watered as a major pulse of pain echoed from her belly through her whole body. "I'm going to have an accident!" Emily was the smallest out of all of them and in the worst pain. She had held it the longest as well. She already felt a couple warm drops in her panties. Some leaked. Enna ran to the bathroom door, her pants tight over her butt. Her pants tight over her swollen crotch as well. A drop shot out into her underwear and she felt it drizzle down her leg. Enna banged on the door like a madwoman. She said, "Missie let us in please! We can't have an accident, we're professionals and this will get around to everyone." "Oh...oh no," Kate cried. She held her crotch and legs tight. "Oh no, oh no, NOOOOOO! PLEASE NOOOO!" Her dress darkened all over instantly as her bladder popped and shot rivers of pee out. Streams leaked from the bottom of her dress and she covered her mouth and cried in humiliation. Dean Maxline couldn't stand seeing another person wet themselves. It caused her agony! She held her crotch with both hands and shook back and forth. Everyone else squirmed and bounced as they held themselves. Emily had her legs twisted together crossed, arms crossed on her stomach and chest. She bit her bottom lip as she felt herself moments from giving out. "Ah, ah, eee!" Enna yelled in terror. Her stomach hurt as if on fire as her exploded gut shot out loads of poop and pee that filled her pants fast and large. An accident, in front of her fellow legends. She couldn't contain the release of the load. "Ow, ow, oooowwwww!" Kate and Enna ran in humiliation. Emily bounced around in agony as two more brown squirts in her pants came out. A thin line could be seen on her jeans which became a bit damp from the sweat. She could not wait much longer. Dean Maxline’s bladder had felt like the size of Europe. It pulsed in a hot, sharp pain in every direction. It was hard to hold and focus. Then suddenly, that hot, sharp pain stretched out through her body. Up through the middle from her girlhood, both sides expanding out with the painful, loaded bladder. Her legs locked, feet shuffled side to side as she pulled on her hair in sweat and tears before holding her crotch. “Ahhhh! What…what is happening!” She thought and thought. Could it be that rare bladder infection? Where the bladder connects with all the body’s cells and if the bladder explodes…so does all of her. She called her doctor and asked what her blood test results showed. She heard the results and dropped the cell phone in terror. “No, no, no NOOOOOO! This can’t happen.” Panic rose for her life. Right before she knocked again as she and Emily were the only ones to remain, Tyra exited the bathroom with a white dress around her bottom. But they looked closer and saw the dress was made out of toilet paper. Tyra said, “I flushed my pants down the toilet. This was so humiliating. You’ve ruined my life.” She looked at the Dean as she said that. Then, turned to Emily. “And you!” She poked Emily’s huge belly over and over which caused explosions of pain in the poor girl. “You’re our stage worker. You’re supposed to make sure things like this don’t happen.” Emily cried. This was so unfair. “But that’s not.” Tyra left before she answered, and turned to the toilet. Emily and Dean Maxline, both about to burst, watched in horror as the toilet, clogged with Tyra’s pants, overflowed. Water poured over the top and flooded the floor, mixing with the messes of each woman who did not make it in time. Emily was in so much pain she tipped over. Dean Maxline could not believe this. Her bladder expanded more and more. Each huge pulse of agony ripped her body inside more. “This can’t be real!” she cried. She cried and shook unable to comprehend the drasticness of her situation. This couldn’t be the end of her…could it? She was going to pee in the first bush she found outside. She turned the corner at the same time the janitor had with his mop, and the end of the stick of the mop hit Dean Maxline right in the bladder. An arrow shot at a hot air balloon. That accidental poke sent a wave of fire like no other through Maxline that Hurt like hell as she was torn in two by the pressure of her bursting bladder. She tried yelling but she could not speak from her brain having fried, and like in the cartoons, BOOM! The janitor jumped back. He could not believe his eyes. All that remained of Dean Maxline was her ripped up clothes and a large yellow puddle. She was gone. The janitor mopped up the mess. Emily could not take much more. Hell, she could not take it anymore. Her jeans sliced into her bloated, poop-filled belly which felt like a load of fire that also wanted to shoot out of her ass. She made little farts every few minutes. The pain was constant just like the fear of humiliation. She was on the ground on her side shaking as the pain bubbled inside her. Her legs crossed tight like a twister. Butt cheeks tight, but became number and she sweat so much from the holding after so long and stress that it made her shirt and pants tighter which made this worse and more uncomfortable. “Plea…please…” she begged the universe. “NN…not like this.” She crawled on her side while she said this. Her heart raced at this impending accident. “Emily!” Jo, one of the lucky girls, said to her. She picked Emily up off the floor and said, “Where’s Dean Maxline? We need her to make the closing announcement to the audience.” Emily only shook. Unable to speak. “Well if she’s not here, it falls on you. Come on!” Emily shook her head. She was going nuts but could not speak. The pain caused her words to stop. She was going to have a graphic accident. This could not happen in front of every friend, classmate, and teacher. NO! Emily pulled and pulled but no use. Her strength all used up, and she knew she'd never make it now. She was tossed on stage barely grabbing herself. Lights shined on her, shaking uncontrollably and cried unable to believe this, or accept her faith. she was letting it out slowly in her pants without control right before the audience, frozen in fear and unable to move from the pain. As a little fart escaped, people turned to another scream and saw Jennie roll in the garbage can on stage, flipped up and Emily’s eyes widened in terror. Jennie without control rolled and smacked into poor Emily hitting her belly. That little fart immediately erupted into a loud explosion as Emily’s watery, dark bowels graphically exploded out of her body. “NOOOOOOOOOOOO!” she yelled in the agony of embarrassment and pain from her asshole burning. Her jeans became flooded, and her legs felt like crust as her jeans expanded off her and ripped in some spots. Her jeans went from tight blue to bloated brown layers of sewage. Her panties from a light color and clean to becoming dark and stinky and now sticky and stuck to her ass. She will have to peel it off later. Poop even shot upwards and covered Emily’s upper half as well as some of her face and hair. As she fell her bowels, so close to having been held in long enough to at least avoid this, went over the walls of the stage, the floor, and even hit some people in the front row. Namely the university president’s wife. As this happened, those two minutes of Emily unable to crawl away, covered in her own brown and black sewage-like poop was unable to comprehend. She laid on her now deflated and thin belly crying so loud and unable to stop. The most embarrassing accident a college girl could have. The remaining poop spurted in a small fountain coming out of her ass like one of those fountains in a chocolate factory (ewww). “Oh…oh my…WHYYYYYYYYYYYY!” Emily cried. The audience booed, gasped in horror, and the choir girls left, unable to think of what to do as the stage looked like someone splattered multiple pots of bean soup and chilli everywhere. How did all of that even fit in that little twenty-something year old girl who did not deserve this. Two days later, over the weekend, Emily laid in her bed at home crying. Her belly still in pain from the traumatic experience, but was told by a doctor she should be fine with a light diet for a couple weeks. She was in blue pajama shirt and pants, and yellow socks with unicorns on them. She brushed her short black hair out of her eyes unable to stop crying. What happened had been all over the news. In fact, Emily’s accident was so embarrassing that it not only caused her intense butterflies and chills of humiliation, she was too embarrassed to walk out in public. Her accident was so huge and humiliating the other people who had them that night were not even mentioned. She needed comfort. Emily called her boyfriend. No one answered. She tried her friends from school. No one answered. “What the?” what was going on? Emily looked online and was shocked to see her boyfriend and friends all defriended her form social media accounts. She was even a trending hashtag called the PoopGirl. She shook, cried, unable to comprehend the abandon from them, cause of wanting to over humiliation by hanging out with her. She even got an email from her college. She had been removed from their attendance, in other words EXPELLED! That accident humiliated the school as well. And some of her bowels landed on the university's presidents wife. They made it all on her. It was Dean Maxline’s fault but she was still missing. No boyfriend, no friends, and no school…she would have to change her name and hair color to have a new life. She put hands over her face. “Why, why, why, why WHY!” Punched her pillow, and laid in her misery. But maybe one day, it would be better. THE END.
  19. Chapter One The sun was blazing with unbearable heat as I jogged on the track with my friend Lillian. Well, she wasn’t exactly my friend…to be honest she was all I had left since my best friend moved to Florida and the whole school saw me as a nerdy, sheltered dweeb. I fucking hated that school, and though I told myself that time spent with Lillian made things better, it actually did quite the opposite. “Come on, Amber! Almost there!” Lillian turned her head and she saw me trailing behind, gasping for air and a drink of water. “The last lap is almost over, let’s go!” The demanding woman turned her view forward again and finished the lap. She took every wide step with confidence, and I found myself watching her blonde ponytail drift side to side until she slowed down to a stop and worked to catch her breath. There I was; out of shape, chubby, worn out, and struggling with the fiber of my being to run the last few yards. I was clenching the air with my fists as I ran, appearing as if I was pulling myself on an imaginary rope. My speed was below average but I finally managed to finish the lap. I sat on the ground, nearly collapsed, and breathed violently out of pure exhaustion. “It’s about time you finished.” Said Lillian, handing me a water bottle. Her face was stern and deprived of any sympathy for my weakness. “You’ve improved a bit but I know you could do better.” “Thank you…Lillian…” I mumbled, discretely annoyed at Lillian’s heartless criticism. “…for agreeing to do this work out with me…to help me lose weight…” I tucked my thin brown hair behind my ear and tilted my head back to drink some water. It felt like liquid heaven entering into my system. I finished off that bottle in a minute’s time, wishing for more. “No problem. You’re the one who created this work out plan, so if anyone should be slacking off near the end, it shouldn’t be you.” Lillian took another sip of her bottle and set it down next to her feet, on the brown, gravely track of Greenwood High School. Emerald green gleamed her determined eyes as she began to do simple stretches of her arms and legs. Under my breath I reluctantly apologized. “I’m…sorry…” While she was busy stretching, I decided to sneak the water bottle from next to her and chug it, for I didn’t want to bother her with any more words. “While you’re at it, Amber, don’t drink so much water at once. It will make you throw up, and though that would help you lose weight, it wouldn’t be in the healthiest way.” Appearing irritated, Lillian walked off to get her bag which she had left elsewhere on the track, not too far from their current spot. “That’s mean…” My feelings were crushed beneath the harshness of her words. “It’s common sense.” Is all that Lillian said in response. I wanted to scream, but I knew that would only cause more problems, so I remained seated and silent. Lillian always had this dire need to control people and to speak her mind without using a filter. This was a couple of years ago, back when I was extremely shy and easily manipulated, so at the time, I considered Lillian as a friend. I convinced myself that her brutal honesty was helping me become a better person, so I figured it would be best to not speak against it. Lillian was a psychic vampire, I know it…she would feed off of other people’s energies to get what she wanted, she would force people to do things her way…what a bitch! Though she and I have both changed in positive ways over the past 2 years, it still angers me to remember all the times I let Lillian use me like a fucking doormat. Without her toying with me though…I would have felt completely alone. Finally, I stood up. Lillian had retrieved her bag and was heading to the school gym like we did every week after jogging on the track. She didn’t even tell me. She knew I would follow. I lazily left our plastic water bottles behind and started walking faster to catch up. While she was almost to the gym doors, I was only rushing on the long field of grass that lie before the school campus, and from a distance, Lillian was the size of a bug I could catch with my hand. If only I had gotten off of my fat ass sooner! As I continued to walk I could feel the fatness of my belly jiggle with every step, and with that I began to feel insecure about my body image. Right then and there I wanted to throw up to lose a few pounds, like Lillian had mentioned. Maybe she would be nicer to me, then. “Hurry up, Amber!” The big-busted blonde shouted; her hand on the gym door. I was making progress; I could see Lillian a lot better now and it wouldn’t be much longer before I’d arrive to her destination. I kept that in mind as I turned my power walk into a light jog. Suddenly though, I had to stop. It took me until after jogging the mile to notice how long it had been since I used the toilet, which was approximately the 2nd half of that school day, plus my workout with Lillian. My bladder sent an uncomfortable urge through my lower abdomen, causing me to stop for a moment with my legs clamped tight. Now that I think about it, I know I drank too much that day. I even had a can of soda at lunch! I instantly regretted not taking a bathroom break at school! I sucked it up and started to jog again, successfully ignoring the tight feeling of my bladder as I crossed the street and caught up to Lillian at the door. “You are so slow…” She muttered, opening the door and heading inside. “We haven’t even done much yet. 40 sit ups and some dumbbell work and you’ll be done for this week.” I fought against my anger and silenced my revengeful thoughts toward Lillian. We entered the workout room of the school, where there were many machines and dumbbells and medicine balls and punching bags. While Lillian had experience with all of the types of machines in that room, I had only worked with a few in the past. “Ok, Amber. Since you’re still recovering from our light workout, I’ll do the sit ups first. Keep count please.” I nodded and watched Lillian sit on the ground and lean back, with her pale kneecaps in the air. I began to think to myself about the dumbbell work, and how I had never written that in the exercise plan… “Well, what are you waiting for?” She asked as I still stood. “Sit down and hold my feet! At least you get to sit for Christ sake!” I clenched my teeth in rage and sat down to press my palms onto her white tennis shoes. To hide my upset desire to backlash at her cold remarks, I tilted my head down and let my short hair fall upon my face. “Whenever you’re ready, Lillian…” I muttered. And at that, she started her sit ups. “One…two…three…” I counted. In sacrifice of my anger, I glanced at Lillian for a little bit while she was exercising. I remember how vividly beautiful she was that day. Her eyes were closes, making her long eyelashes more noticeable…her skin was a fine and pale complexion…her brows were perfectly arched. And I couldn’t help but notice how her large breasts bounced beneath her white tee shirt after each sit up. I couldn’t deny it: I was deeply attracted to her. If it wasn’t for her power-hungry, selfish personality, I would have told her. “28, 29, 30, 31…” The pressure of my bladder distracted me from my dreamy thoughts. I flinched, keeping both hands on Lillian’s shoes, and I felt my bladder threatening to leak out from my capri-length sweatpants and onto the hard, thin carpeted floor. As I continued to count, I quickly positioned myself to where one of my heels pressed tightly against my vagina. It served as a good holding agent. “38, 39, 40. Ok Lil, you’re done.” I let go of her feet and she smiled in accomplishment of her work. “Alright then. Your turn.” She spoke those words softly, eyeing me as if she believed I would attempt to bail out of my own exercise plan. I forced myself to forget about my need to use the bathroom and lay down on the ground, just like Lillian did before. I felt her firmly holding down my feet so I wouldn’t have a chance at escape. In every aspect of my life back then, I felt trapped…unable to escape from people’s manipulation and control. I choked back a tear and squeezed my eyes in pure desperation. This will only take a minute. I thought to myself. Once I’m done, I’ll make a run for it. “Ready…” Lillian spoke. I crossed my arms over my chest and waited to begin. “GO!” I made haste in my workout, ignoring the pain of doing sit ups and focusing on holding in my urine. “5, 6, 7, 8…” Lillian was counting, making me more desperate to release all that was inside of me. The image of the number 40 was in my head, and I did my best to keep it there to stay focused on my goal and to not allow my thoughts to linger on my full bladder. By the time I got to 15, I had to stop for a moment. I remained plopped on my back, gasping for more air, desiring the ability to finish the workout so I could go pee. “Keep going, Amber!” Demanded Lillian. “You’re almost half way there, keep going!” At that point my knees started shaking all over the place, and I knew my bladder would give way if I didn’t move my body. I had to keep going, or else… “OK!” For once I yelled at Lillian, and my strength to do sit ups returned throughout the flame of my irritation. She suddenly got silent. I had never yelled at her before. “24, 25, 26…” I struggled to keep my knees still as I pressed on, and I could see the image of the number 40 being replaced with a toilet. Almost there. Almost there. I kept thinking. “Why are you moving your fucking knees?!” She exclaimed. Lillian suddenly placed her knees on my shoes and held my legs together with both hands. “You’re at 30 now, you can do it! 31, 32, 33…” With nothing else being used to hold in my pee, my desperation spiked to a whole new level. I couldn’t stand the pain pulsing in my lower abdomen anymore. I managed to squeeze in a few more sit ups, but at 37 I could no longer last without a holding aide. My back fell upon the floor again and I squirmed and struggled against the floodgate preparing to open. I removed my crossed arms from my chest and held my crotch firmly with both hands. Somehow I broke from Lillian’s strong grip on my knees, and I crossed one leg over the other. I hoped it would help me gain control so I could stand up and run to the bathroom. Lillian just sat there, looking confused and shocked at my ability to break from her strong hold. “Um…Amber?” I squirmed against my hands so hard, but nothing I did was helping my bad situation. Gasps of embarrassment escaped from my mouth, for I felt myself leaking and all of my attempts to hold it had failed miserably. Tears were in my eyes as I was defeated by the call of nature. A loud, hissing sound filled the room, and my panties were already flooded. Lillian blushed and continued to sit there, not knowing what to do or say in the midst of my accident. I fell on my side, still holding myself with my legs crossed, and the floodgates opened completely…despite my position. Lillian got a view of my backside with all of the pee dribbling out from my pussy, down my back thigh, and onto the floor. A puddle formed beneath me and I was crying in humiliation. It was horrible. And she still didn’t do anything. When the hissing had stopped and my bladder completely emptied itself, I moved not even a muscle. I felt like I could have died right there, ashamed, in my own fucking puddle. “Amber…” Lillian neared me, placing a hand on my shoulder. “Are you ok?” I was shaking. Furious. Angry. It was the last fucking straw. “DO YOU THINK I’M OK, LIL?!” I yelled, standing up swiftly. A big wet spot was apparent on my crotch as well as down my legs, but I didn’t care. “This is the kind of shit that happens when you control people like puppets! I am sick of your shit, I don’t deserve your insults or your bossiness, and I don’t want to be your fucking friend anymore!” I thrust my head down immediately and cried, falling on my knees in exhaustion and hitting the warm wet ground with my fist. I kept crying for a few more minutes, and that’s when she finally said something. “Amber…you’re right.” I looked up at her, speechless, wanting her to continue. She spoke no more, but I could see a hint of sadness in her eyes. I couldn’t see past my blurred vision clearly enough to know whether or not she was crying. “Just go, Lillian! JUST GO!” I continued to cry both in embarrassment and in anger. The last thing I wanted was for anyone to see me sitting in my own puddle of pee. She angered me for the last time. I watched her as she walked over to her bag, picked it up, and tossed me a pair of sweatpants from inside of it. She avoided eye contact and said, “You deserve better. I’m sorry.” With her head sunken down low, Lillian left me alone in the workout room, crying, humiliated, and frustrated at my life. There was a pounding in my head. I developed a headache from all of the stress, and I just had to go home before anyone would see the puddle I left in the room. Quickly, I took off my soaked pants and darkened blue panties, and changed into the pants that Lillian had shockingly lent to me. I wondered why she suddenly felt sympathy for my situation and apologized…it was nice of her, but I just didn’t get it. Tears continued to sting my eyes as I tossed the soaked clothes in the trash and went outside to walk home. I knew Lillian’s twisted, torturous tendencies…and I wanted to cry even more at the thought of her telling the whole school about my embarrassing accident. I didn’t care if Lillian said sorry. I didn’t trust that bitch at all! My life would be worse the next day at school as soon as everyone would know about my childish episode. I wanted to hide away in my room and disappear forever…
  20. Hi all, Amazon have let me do a 5 day free offer on my 50 watersports story collection "Dripping Wet." It's my bestselling ebook of watersports erotica. If you've a kindle or the kindle app on tablet/phone/PC you can get it as a free download from amazon and get reading. I'm hoping for some feedback from you lovely people so I know what type of stories to write in the future. It contains mainly lesbian desperation and holding but there's also some golden showers, a few erotic tales, some m/f wetting/swallowing - a real mixture of stuff. It's a quarter of a million words over 500 pages so pretty substantial and its #4 in the lesbian erotica chart at the moment. I can't have it available for free for more than five days so move quickly if you do want a soaking wet read! Anyway to get your free copy go to my amazon page or to find out more go to lunaswift.com. And if anyone has any particular stories they'd like to see in the future or character names they'd like to appear, feel free to let me know in the comments of PM me! Love Luna x
  21. I have always had this story idea but never seen anybody write about it. I have no talent as a writer so I wanted to ask the community if anybody was up for a story challenge. Heres the basic outline... "A story were a girl (girl from a TV show or authors own creation, authors choice) is invited to go on her boy friends boat. She agrees on the condition that she can make it a double date. She invites her best friend and her best friends boy friend to the boat with her. The day of the date the four get on the boyfriends boat and head out on the sea to fish, tan, relax, ect. The boat it self is big enough to accommodate them but lacks a bathroom. All four know if you need to urinate you just wade in the water and go but the girls stomach begins to hurt once their far from the harbor. She desperately tries to hold, what she now knows is diarrhea, with her best friend catching on to her struggle and trying to convince the two guys to turn back to the harbor using various excuse's and lies trying to convince them but to no avail. Finally after a hour of battling with her bowels, she cant hold it anymore and being unable to lift her legs, without accident, to get on the step latter so she can jump into the water, she sits on the side of the boat and pulling to the side/pulling down her pants/swimsuit (Authors choice on what she's wearing)has loud, violent, and gassy diarrhea off the side of the boat. I would really appreciate it if someone made a story out of this, I have always wanted to see a story about this and also dont be afraid to change it a little bit, maybe even get the girls friend some diarrhea problems herself I just ask that the girl be embarased and desperate. Thanks again.
  22. Lilia

    female Familiarity

    I've recently been feeling like writing again! Apologies for having abandoned my previous story about a certain bladder sprite. So here's my newest original fiction story, which will still probably be split into 'chapters'. I'm still keeping with the fantasy genre this time, but instead of cheeky sprites, you get demons and witches, and yet another begrudging relationship which seems to be a trope I enjoy. --- The streets of the world of demons were filled to the brim with the busy greedy people that inhabited it. With skins in various shades of reds, purples, and grays, feathered and fleshy wings, curled horns of various lengths, and pointed tails, the demons were certainly an unusual folk. The entire town road was lined with buildings made of brimstone bricks, and the vast majority of them were places of leisure - casinos full of gamblers, spas with magma baths and hot coal treatment, restaurants offering human flesh in a million different varieties, bars serving drinks hotter than fires, brothels where the succubi and incubi gave their sort of service to the others, and a few places that were pleasurable for devils moreso than to human readers, and are best left undescribed. Not a single citizen had to work, for their money was obtained from the souls of the damned that had no use for their worldly wealth anymore. Within one of the casinos, a crowd had gathered around a poker table, and whilst the majority of the devils there were townspeople, there was a particular guest of honor that had captured a few staring eyes. A girl sitting at the far end of the table was adorned in plenty of gold and silver and gemstones, with silken finery and leather sandals. But that wasn't the most unusual thing about her. Her skin was no common red or maroon, but a shiny jet-black, the color of soot. The webbing in her small wings and the color her irises were both highlighted in a royal violet, and these features, coupled with her outfit, made her easily identifiable as royalty. For she was Selehpot Sihpem, and anybody hearing her surname would know that she was the daughter of the Unholy One, the lord of the demonic realm, the most powerful black sorcerer currently in existence, and she was as respectable as her father, partly because of her nobility, partly because of her exotic and beautiful appearance, and partly because she was winning the game by far at the moment. This particularly astounded her fellow players, because this delicate-looking princess, with her fine wings, skinny figure and less-than-average stature, was evidently one of the best poker players Big Temohpab's Casino had ever seen. But unbeknownst to her fellows, she possessed some abilities that even they didn't, including a mystical charm that made them all so dumbfounded at her appearance that they didn't notice when she gazed around at all of their hands. She was a selfish free spirit, who had little respect for others, and simply loved winning, living in her luxuries, and the power and respect her position offered her. In fact, had anybody tried to raise her like a human, they would have found that even UK reality TV parenting specialist Supernanny couldn't handle a brat like that. But her father had ignored her for the better part of her childhood, and now, at sixteen, she was almost of age and almost ready to cast a hand into the ruling of the demonic plane. For now, however, she spent most of her days basking in the praise of the townspeople and wasting the dead's money on her simple pleasures. In fact, Selehpot had a bit of a hard time bringing herself away from these pleasures. She was royalty, and thus it wasn't often that she had to give anything up. But unfortunately, her own body put restrictions in place. Right now, her bladder seemed rather unhappy at her for consuming three glasses of Big T's Brimstone Brandy and then proceeding to play card games for two and a half hours. So reluctantly, she left the table after winning yet another round, and made her way to the bathrooms in the back of the place. Entering the single-stall bathroom, she caught a glance of herself in the mirror, and ever the vain type, she admired her ashen skin, as unblemished, dark, and lacking any visible hue as always, and her similarly colored hair, which was practically as silken as her clothes. Then, sighing, she reached down to pull down her silken skirt, which was as light and cool as the wind, and then immediately gasped and hiked it back up, for the state of the toilet was... well, let's just say that drunken demons aren't the most.... clean... people in the underworld. There was no way she could use this, not a chance. So frustrated, she stormed out of the room. A princess shouldn't have to be exposed to something like that. Her bladder was still filling by the minute, although at the moment, it was tolerable, and she could certainly move without even so much as having to grab herself. In fact, she figured that it really wouldn't be too hard to sit and play more poker for an hour. But she also wanted another herbal bath today, and another massage from that maidservant Natas, so she decided it was best to just return to the palace for now. The walk would only take ten minutes. The palace itself was situated in the centre of the town, made of obsidian and black stone, sitting atop a great rock and surrounded by a moat of magma. It was very intimidating, and the knowledge that she lived in it made Selehpot feel all warm inside. When eventually, she did get home, she breathed in the hot, hellish air (which was very refreshing for her kind), and made her way to her towers. There, in the luxurious chambers she changed out of her current outfit and donned a more casual home outfit, a black silken gown that was so thin it was translucent. In fact, with the heat, it might have been comfortable to just go around in the nude, but such a respectable person as herself would never do something like that. Then, finally ready to resolve herself of that annoying little problem in her lower abdomen, she wandered to her bathchambers, dismissed the servants who asked if she was ready for a bath, hiked her gown up to her waist and pulled her undergarments to her feet, and then she- -felt the room begin to shake. This, of course, was completely unexpected. Selehpot stood up, hurriedly pulling her clothes back on in confusion. She attempted to leave the bathroom to look out the window and see if the tower was collapsing or something like that, but found she couldn't move at all. This made her panic, and the princess started to shout for help. Her maids called back, but she had locked the door. She looked down, and to her horror, saw a magic circle about her feet. It began to spin and glow, and the servants' voices grew quieter and quieter, until they were a whisper and the room was only a faint memory, and she was soaring through a tunnel of shadows and lights, and she thought she was going to die, or worse, but it all ended rather suddenly when she felt herself fall onto a cold metal surface. She was too stunned to get up at first, so the first thing she heard was a voice. "Ah, excellent. A magnificent specimen." This prompted Selehpot to turn around, and gaze at the owner of the voice. It was a human, and a sorceress, judging by her ornately robes and hood. They were in a tower, it looked like, full of bookshelves and strange equipment and enchanted things - a wizard's home if she'd ever seen one. But probably the most prominent thing about the demon princess's new surroundings was that she was currently contained within a cage. Try as she might, none of her hellfire could melt it, her strong hands couldn't tear it, and she eventually started to swear at the mage in front of her, but that only prompted the woman to laugh. She was rather young, at least judging by her voice and shadowed face, although much of her appearance was obscured by her robes and cloak. "You're not going to escape that cage. And even if you did, you couldn't attack me or leave, because I summoned you. Like it or not, demon, you're my servant now, and you'll be doing whatever I tell you to do." This, of course, made Selehpot furious, and her curses grew worse and the rattling of the bars became louder. But the sorceress waved a hand, and the demon felt her entire body go limp, and she collapsed to the floor of the cage again. Standing up, she almost tried it again, but realized it would probably be a stupid idea. "I'm going to let you out, now." her captor said. "You wouldn't be of much use to me otherwise." Her voice sounded almost teasing, and it was infuriating. "I've got bookshelves that need dusting, and you should be able to reach them just fine with those wings of yours. The cage opened, and immediately, Selehpot flew at the sorceress, screaming, "Do you even know who I am, you peasant? I am the Unholy Heiress, Princess Selehpot Sihpem, and-", but didn't get any further than that before she was frozen in place and felt her voice break. "Completely under my control." reminded the mage. "Now. Bookshelves, my new servant. And make it quick, because I've got more work I don't really feel like doing!~" Selehpot stood up, and was at once reminded of that nagging little urge in her bladder as a small, tolerable wave of desperation hit her. "Can I at least-", she began to ask, but was interrupted. "We'll see how obedient you are first. I've no desire to endlessly torture you, so perhaps if you do what you're told, we can learn to be friends. After all, a familiar is a partner for life. And if I'm you're friend, I'll surely give you some privileges." She was definitely young. She didn't sound commanding like a superior, no. She sounded like a child enjoying a fun little game. In fact, Selehpot would go so far as to guess that their ages were similar. So that's how it was to be, thought the dishonored princess as she picked up a feather duster, trying to ignore her full bladder. Her, a princess! A princess among demons! And now, a silly witch's familiar, forced to work, and trying not to wet herself. How absolutely deplorable.
  23. Well I've updated the Denise pees her panties story and finished it off. Plan to update and write few articles. Next story will be based on the first classroom pantie pee I ever saw totally from the poor girls perspective. Plan some surveys for the guys as well as follow up survey for the girls. My blog is at http://desperate-in-class.weebly.com/ Do spread the words on other forums and to your pee buddies Thanks and Happy New Year Tess
  24. So, a while back I put up a story called "Zelda's Visit". Pretty soon I will be putting up another story that takes place in the same universe and follows the same character, but isn't strictly a sequel. Should I start a new topic in the forum for it or should I just post it in the old topic?
  25. Here's my first fictional story for your enjoyment. I always enjoy deliberate wetting much more than accidents. Jenny is a 21 year old college student. She go to school during the day and works the closing shift at a large clothing department store in the evening. Her work uniform consisted of black pants, one of a few dozen store approved professional looking tops, and her name tag. It was about halfway through her shift on a Tuesday night. There was a grand total of 3 customers in the large department store. Since Tuesdays were so slow, they typically only had four people working: one girl to work the makeup counter, one to keep and eye on things upstairs, a staff leader to close the tills, and Jenny to keep and eye on the first floor. On Tuesdays, Jenny spends most of her shift restocking racks in the store. About halfway through her shift, she was on the far side of the store with a cart of clothes to be hung on the racks. She had been feeling the urge to pee for about an hour now. She peered over the clothing racks across the store. The restrooms were all the way at the other side. She felt lazy and didn't want to walk all the way over there and then walk all the way back. She decided she'd go after she finished this cart of clothes and returned to hanging them. In the back of her mind she wanted to pee her pants, but she didn't want to admit that to herself. In truth, Jenny peed her pants almost every night either in the parking lot walking to her car, in her car during the ride home (if she had a seat protector with her. She wasn't fond of the idea of her seat being stained and smelling like pee), or on the hard floor of the apartment she shared with her sister Annie when she got home. Annie had known about Jenny's pee fetish since they were teenagers. Although Annie wasn't into it, she didn't care if Jenny did it as long she cleaned up after herself and didn't ruin the furniture. After another 20 minutes of hanging clothes, Jenny's urge to pee grew to near desperation. She peered over at the restrooms again and sighed as she reassessed the distance. She still had a lot of clothes to hang and it was still another hour and a half before her shift was over. She looked out the glass doors that were a dozen or so meters to her right. The sky was deep orange as the the sun, though out of her line of sight, hung just below the horizon barely peaking over the hills. She lapsed in concentration and relaxed as she sighed again. She caught herself and squeezed just in time to stop herself from peeing her pants. She felt a single drop hang for a second and then fall into the gusset of her pink bikini style panties. That's when it hit her. She was wearing black pants and nobody was in the store. Her heart began to beat fast and hard and the tingle of excitement swelled in her abdomen as she imagined releasing her bladder in her pants right there. Her clitoris began to tingle from how naughty the scenario would be. Breathing slightly heavy, she put down the blouse she was about to hang up and looked around. There was a woman browsing in the section across the pathway from where Jenny was working, just over a dozen meters away. Otherwise, nobody else was around. She glanced again at the restrooms and then made the decision: she was going to pee her pants. She positioned her feet together so that she would get maximum spread and tried to relax. Now, however, she was too excited and couldn't get the flow started. She tried to give a light push, but still wasn't able. Although she probably could push hard and get it going, she wan't it to be more natural and relaxed. She look around again. The lady had taken a shirt off the rack and was examining the front of it, feeling the fabric. Jenny decided to return to hanging clothes to get her mind on something else. She was desperate enough that she knew if she could relax her excitement it would come out naturally, and she would make no attempt whatsoever to stop it. She hung another 6 blouses. She was more relaxed now, but her mind was still on it and, although her bladder was to the bursting point, she still couldn't relax enough. Her cart was becoming empty. She would have to do it soon or she might not get another chance. She slowed down hanging the blouses and concentrated her thoughts on something else. She thought about her vacation with her sister a month ago, but that didn't help. For Jenny, the highlight of the vacation was when she peed the same pair of shorts three times while she and Annie were playing on the beach and visiting the sea side shops. She tried thinking about school but her project due next week just made her worrisome. She finally settled her thoughts on video games. Jenny frequently peed her pants while playing video games so she wouldn't have to pause. Thinking about playing her favorite game helped her to finally relax enough and a small trickle began to dribble into her panties. She made no attempt to stop it and her body finally realized that it was ok the pee right then, so it relaxed even more and the trickle turned into a gushing stream. She glance up at the lady. She had move to a rack closer to Jenny, but was still far enough to not realize what she was doing. Jenny looked down and watched the glistening wetness quickly spread. She listened to the loud hiss as she peed full force in her pants. She bit her lip as she felt the hot urine pool around her clitoris before it rushed down her legs. She was peeing so much and so fast that the glistening spread more than halfway around her thighs and all the way around her calves and ankles. She felt warm urine creeping up the front of her crotch and up the butt of her pants. Jenny was completely oblivious to this, but the lady had walked toward Jenny to ask her a question about a shirt, however, she realized Jenny was "busy" and decided to leave the store without buying anything instead. Pee filled Jenny's shoes like it did nearly every night. It seeped out the holes on the sides of the shoes, but not quickly enough. The lowtop black shoes overflowed with pee as Jenny's stream tapered off and finally died. She gave a push and got a another spurt out. She gave another push, but this time nothing. She was empty. Jenny stood in pure bliss admiring her pee soaked glistening black pants, her flooded shoes, and the surprisingly large wet spot on the carpet under her. Suddenly a whirlwind of emotions overcame her. First panic. She looked up at where the lady had been and saw that she was gone. Almost frantically she looked around but could not see her anywhere. She wasn't sure if she should be relieved or not. Next was embarrassment. When she was on the beach in California peeing her shorts, nobody there knew her, especially not anyone she worked with. She swallowed a lump in her throat as she imagined what her boss or coworkers might say. Then she felt angry. Angry with herself. She looked down at the mess she had made. Her pants weren't glistening anymore but they were still obviously soaked. She was angry at herself for not having better self control. Then she took a deep breath and looked at her watch. Less than an hour until the end of her shift, no one would know. She felt relieved and then extremely horny. She smiled now as she thought about how naughty the situation was. Her clitoris throbbed and, with a quick glance to make sure no one else was around, she pressed a single finger against her crotch between her legs on the outside of her pants. The fabric yielded much pee and it dripped off her finger. She let out a soft involuntary moan and nearly orgasmed right there. Afraid of being anything louder, she forced herself to stop. She wiped her wet finger on a dry spot of her pants and half-heartedly went back to hanging clothes. She stepped, for the first time, from the wet spot on the carpet and stared at it as she pulled the cart to the next rack. As she walked she squeezed her legs together. It wasn't quite as pleasurable as using her fingers, but it gave her great satisfaction anyway. About 10 minutes later she had finished hanging the clothes from her cart. She looked down at her pants. Although they we still wet all over, it was no longer obvious. As she headed to the back room of the store to return her cart, she doubled back to where she had peed herself. The floor was still soaked. The wet spot had not dried at all. Jenny smiled to herself and continued to the back. She looked at her watch 20 minutes until her shift ended. She couldn't wait to get home and masturbate. She definitely had to do this again!