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  1. for the few people that read my stories right now,i only have a few ideas left at the moment. so if you guys have any suggestions,i'd love to hear them. there are a few things i need to note: 1.All of my stories are based off video games. i'm mostly familiar with the franchises that represented in Smash Bros (Like Mario,Zelda,Splatoon,Ect.) 2. I'm mostly into "Just made it" stories or stories where someone has to pee in something other than a toilet. you can leave a comment here or you can message me.
  2. Hello, I'm looking for an abdl wattpad story. The story was about a girl who was made a baby again by her parents due to stress at school. She is put back in diapers against her will and treated like a baby. I think her name was Emily. I started reading the story but can't find it anymore. Do you have any idea what story that could be?
  3. Hey all! I'm now opening up for paid commissions, to anyone interested. I have written a small number of stories for this site that have been generally well-received, though they are a bit niche. Those can be found here: [Female] The Girls at School [Futa] The Cafe's Toilet Policy [Futa] Futarama (admittedly this one fizzled out on me after a while) I am particularly favourable to intersex characters, though will happily consider male and/or female content. I tend to be pretty imaginative, and can come up with scenarios to fit even a fairly vague or obscure idea. I will also consider writing characters implied to be in their mid- or upper teens (15+), but not any character with a physical or mental impression of a child (regardless of canonical age). Niche topics I will definitely write about: padded, futa or other intersex, trans, limited noncon desperation or sex Things I will not write about are: scat, furries, excessive ageplay If you're interested in commissioning a work, please send me a DM specifying: 1. A general or specific story idea or element 2. Your preferred story length (1,000 words; 3,000 words, etc) 3. Topics or ideas you want me to avoid Pricing is currently £15/$17 per 1000 words, payment is through paypal.
  4. This is my first fic attemps, the first chapter is an introduction to the lore, I expect this to be a sizeable story, however, note I work a lot and study so I might not be a regular poster. Also note english is not my primary language. It is now well known that women have, more often than not, suffered from the rule of men and fiction tend to return to that old comfortable trope of men enslaving women for their pleasure and for the sake of power, but what if, in an alternate universe, men were those who had to suffer from social norms made by women? Social norms do not always have to make sense, they are often rooted in traditions and emotional if not instinctual reactions. Why do we have to apologize when we suffer from the hiccup? Why do we say “Bless you” when someone sneezes? Because we were told to, because our parents did it, and their parents too. Knowing that, it is easy to imagine socials norms that would be imposed on men and women that would be greatly sexist (cough cough real world), but this time turning the table around with more emphasis on men rather than women. For our own pleasure, let us imagine a world where those social norms make men rather uncomfortable in a way we like, let us imagine a world where a man peeing in a public toilet, or showing the need to relieve itself in a public setting is seen as a grave impoliteness, a sign of weakness and in some countries, a regulated affair. As for public urination, the consequences of such indecency would be dire: heavy fines, public announcement of your crime resulting in shame and often the imposition of a chaperon who would ensure the convicted man would be unable to repeat such offense. This chaperon would control with a keyless locked belt the moments of relief of the convict who would have to adhere to the schedule imposed by the chaperon. This system was also imposed on sexual criminals to avoid further aggressions, but also seen as a punitive system, as the chaperons, all women, would tend to not be kind to sexual predators, aggressors, and perverts. From a very young age, boys would be taught that peeing is a sign of weakness, a lack of control and dignity for a man. Especially in a public setting such as school, work or even with guests at home, the norm would be that men simply had to hold and wait. They had to control themselves and use their strength to good use. In fact, due to these norms, it was not uncommon for men to brag about their holding abilities and for girls to actively seek men able to control themselves for extended periods of time. It was seen as an act of strength and a proof that they would also be polite and in control of their sexual impulses. A security, in some ways for these girls. Obviously, those norms would gradually be enforced the older the boys would get. Slowly, but surely, it would become harder for the male student to receive the “holy grail” namely: the bathroom key. For you see, the bathrooms would be locked in permanence to avoid any unwarranted relieving. While girls always had their personal key on them, boys would need to ask for the key, often being rejected of shunned for asking. Often being teased in front of the class to further dissuade any kid from asking permission unless an emergency. Kids being kids, it was not rare for girls to bully their male counterpart and tease them about their situation. By the time, the kids would arrive to college, the bathroom pass would have been near impossible to obtain and asking for it would result in mockery, bullying, teasing and if too frequent, disciplinary actions and training. Once on the job market, more often than not, toilets would be only accessible to women in the most conservative countries while they would be extremely rare in more liberal countries has previous building codes would not have included them. The peer pressure to avoid using them was so strong by this point, they were more often than not plain decoration and there to follow regulations. Obviously, these norms meant that most men were most of the time in dire need of relief, worst of all for them, they could see their female friend, coworkers, boss, and wife relieve themselves. They could not show any part of their condition, especially not in the workplace. Showing a lack of self control in the workplace was a sure way to stay at the bottom of the chain and never receive a promotion. Even worse, a group of women around the world, named the sisterhood was always on the hunt to regulate, enforce and strengthen these norms into laws. Some extremists of this group would make it their mission to make the men around them as desperate as possible and to humiliate them further. It was a revenge for all the violence and sexual violence perpetrated by men. Or so they said. Some poor soul would end up tortured, forced to drink liters and liters of fluid only to be dumped in the middle of a passing street without options to relieves themselves. Other would simply be stuck with a boss in the sisterhood denying them bathroom keys, forcing them to drink and torturing them with overtime and denouncing any “signs” of desperation. In some of the most conservative countries, they would manage to pass law reducing even more the rights of men to relieve themselves. The most extreme case being in a very macho country of south America where male public bathroom simply did not exist and men being found to use female public bathroom were forced to wear remote belt for up to 5 years for a first offense and be supervised by a female chaperon for 10 years. Showing signs of desperation could even get you accusations of public indecency. It is not like men could do anything about it, they did not have the right to vote or to protest in these places, politic was seen as a waste of time for men in many countries. They had work to do, money to earn, politics was a women thing. To be continued
  5. Curse of the Crinkle Crate Composed by Horatio Husky Featuring and Commissioned by Kazard the Fox! Chapter 1 The Box I… Want… Couch Time… Now… were the thoughts of a certain blonde-haired fox, as he absentmindedly fumbled with the keys to his small, cozy home. His shoulders were slumped, and his eyelids half open in a vacant stare as he maneuvered his key into the lock of his front door. The day had been absolutely miserable, all of his clients had been in a bad temper when he spoke with them about their problems, and one of them even seemed to believe that the fox didn’t really know what he was doing. Of course, he knew what he was doing! He’d graduated top of his class by no small miracle, the fox was very talented at his work, but the lack of appreciation and frustration that was thrust upon him by his clients was not something studying could have prepared him for. At last, the key turned, and the door swung wide open, shouldering his bag he strode inside and carelessly dropped it in the front hallway, kicking off his shoes and closing the door behind him with a click, locking it once more. Give… Me… That… Couch… thought the fox once more, as he strode into his living room. However, his couch did not seem to be on the agenda just yet, for the fox almost tripped over a wooden box in the center of the room. Kaz was taken aback, how had this gotten in his home? He didn’t remember lugging a rather plain, heavy looking wooden box into his home. Its dimensions were around two feet by two feet, and a foot and a half tall. Kneeling down, his tail now twitching with apparent interest and curiosity he inspected it closer to find that its lid was hinged, with the front opening to the container facing towards him. What on earth… Did somebody break in and leave this here? He thought to himself, as he reached forward with a paw and tentatively opened the strange box. The lid thumped onto his carpet as he gazed into what was held within the strange item, and was even more confused to see that the box only contained two items in it. A thick square of plastic upon closer inspection Kaz found to be a white, adult diaper, and a note next to it, written in fancy cursive. He picked it up, his eyebrows furrowing as he perused through a short poem, a strange feeling of warmth he didn’t recognize bubbling up in his insides as he did so. For a year and a day obedient shall you be, To the rules and whims of the box at your knee, Letters and rules shall be provided from these wooden confines, Giving you instructions, tasks, items, and lines, And lest you not listen to my behest, Shall you not have your day-to-day be the best! For control and independence are no longer yours From now you’ll always be clad in diapers! Diapers? Control? Is this all some sort of prank that got delivered into my house that one of my friends managed to sneak in? He turned the note over and found that more was written on the back of it, this time not in the mysterious cursive font as on the front. The rules are simple, Kazard. For a year and a day you will be completely unable to control your bladder nor your bowel, making it that at any time whatsoever, you will completely and utterly mess and wet yourself anywhere you are. Within this box, you will find your solution to this new conundrum in your life, which you have agreed to participate in by opening this box. Whenever you open this box you will be supplied with plain white diapers perfectly matched to handle whatever punishment you give them. It is recommended that you also invest in other supplies related to padding, such as powder and anti-rash cream, but those are up to your discretion. You may try and not wear your diapers, but you will find that it is wiser to comply with the rules and keep yourself nice and secure; your continence will not return either if you do not obey the rules set before you. If you wish to communicate with the box, you must do so through a bargain written on a note to express your wishes. However, be warned: the box is liable to interpret and balance any request or boon as it wishes if whatever you offer is not of equal value, so it may be wisest to obey as instructed and keep yourself diapered at all times of the day, otherwise, the consequences will be severe. With that, we hope you enjoy your next trip around the sun padded up! This has to be a joke… Boxes that interpret poetry and supply diapers whenever opened? This isn’t even a funny prank, this is pathetic. The fox dropped the diaper and note back into the box with contempt, what a stupid thing to waste his time with. He got up, the couch now forgotten as his stomach rumbled its hunger aloud to the room. He padded over to the kitchen, turning the kettle on and rummaging through his dry food cabinet, retrieving a large bag of chips. He held the bag in his maw as he stretched, reaching up to the higher shelf to grab himself a chocolate bar. It was just out of his reach, and he strained, leaning against the counter to support his weight as he grasped after his sweet. The counter must have been wet, however, for he looked down as he felt something damp against him. The bag of chips dropped out of his mouth and onto the counter below him. The counter hadn’t been wet, no. It was he who had gotten wet.
  6. I’ve read people talk about their favorite Omo tropes on this site before, now I want to hear the opposite. What tropes do you see all too often in omo media that make you roll your eyes and go “here we go again!”? For example, I’m not a fan of the trope where the story starts with a character waking up and needing to pee. “Hi, I’m Amber. I’m 19 years old and in college. I just woke up and I really gotta tinkle, but my mom is hogging the only bathroom. WHateVEr ShaLL i do!” It’s so cliche and I swear it pans out the same way every time. Now before you downvote this topic because you think I’m endorsing mocking other content creators, hear me out. Just because a story or video contains a trope doesn’t automatically make it bad, sometimes they can be quite entertaining. It’s just that they can sometimes get annoying when you’ve seen them so many times, you know?
  7. I was really, really bored at work today. Lacking better ideas, decided to get around to writing a story I recently drummed up. Fun fact, the title stems back all the way to an idea I had cooked up easily a decade ago, but never did anything with. Whatever, but it's my first story here so thought I shared, hope it's enjoyable. Might write more later, might not - forewarning, this was stream-of-consciousness over the course of a workday afternoon, so I apologize if there's any obvious errors/mistakes. Without further ado, enjoy! _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Chapter 1 - Meeting My New Mommy! Johnny was twenty years old, and he'd reached what felt like the most important (and strange) decision of his life: he was going to be a kid again. He was set to receive a rather sizable inheritance when he turned twenty-one, enough to set him well for his foreseeable life, as far as he could tell. However, he had to fend for himself until then, and without much luck getting a job that was going to be very difficult. Getting lower and lower on cash every day and with the only apartments he could find being obscenely overpriced, he was running out of ideas. That was when he'd found "Imagine That Care Services", while browsing the web and, lacking better plans, decided to click. No harm in checking, right? The site that greeted him was cutesy, with pastel pink and baby blues and building blocks meeting him, but clearly formatted for adults. Reading through the description, he was shocked to learn that it was indeed a 'care service', wherein he could pay money to be adopted temporarily by a 'mommy' or 'daddy' that would take care of all his needs: food, housing, clothes, all of it would be well bargained and done, no questions asked. What's more, the price they were asking per month was less than any apartment he'd found within 100 miles. This is it, he thought. This is my chance! I can use this to wait out the rest of my time until I can cash out on the inheritance and I'm all set! A thin smile tugged at his lips, but his wariness got the better of him - surely this was too good to be true, there had to be a catch. Scrolling through, he found it, something referred to loosely as ABDL - Adult-Baby Diaper-Lover. Apparently, he was quite literally going to be treated like a child by his mommy or daddy, and his actions (and reactions) would determine how that went. In the example listed, kids who were able to use the potty and were well-behaved - a strange way to put it - would be rewarded with more freedom, and those that didn't would be treated closer to actual babies. Mommies and Daddies had complete control over things at any and all times, and there was no refunding once a timeframe was set - quite literally, it was all or nothing. Johnny weighed his options for the rest of the night, and got very little sleep in the process. He'd kept looking for other options, but there was nothing: no apartments, no jobs, no nothing. Finally, come morning, he'd made up his mind: desperate times called for desperate measures, and Johnny was indeed desperate! It's only for a year, then I can do whatever I want. Besides, it's all self-enclosed, no one's gonna know - I'll just tell my folks I got an internship or something and it was for a new company and they made me sign a non-disclosure. I'll just behave, pretend I'm livin' the old days of life and drink juiceboxes on a playground for the rest of the year. Easy. His mind made up, Johnny began writing an email to Imagine That. Their response was received promptly, and it involved a fairly straightforward set of rules for the agreement: Imagine That was its own separate 'facility' covering the size of a small town or perhaps even city, from what he could tell, so anyone he met would be involved with the project or working for it, so there was no risk of his personal life being ruined elsewhere. He had access to choose a Mommy or Daddy to care for him, whom would essentially have authority over him for this process. All Mommies and Daddies were thoroughly vetted, sexual misconduct would be treated harshly, no refunds, and several other bits and bobs he didn't feel like committing to memory. He read through it all to ensure no loopholes, but really his mind was preoccupied with what he needed to do: the better he behaved and the more he listened to his 'parent', the better he'd be treated, the more freedom he'd have and the easier time he'd have, too. Scrolling through the online list, he'd decided on going for a Mommy: it'd be 'less weird' and if he was lucky she'd be really hot, too. The listed intros, pictures and bios were somewhat interesting, if keeping him a bit excited, but he tried to keep focused. Eventually, he settled for a nice-looking woman probably in her early thirties, though realistically he had no way of knowing, was terrible at guessing that kind of thing and forgot to actually look. She was quite gorgeous, flowing auburn hair and sparkling green eyes and a smile to die for. According to what the page said, she described herself as 'encouraging the best from her little ones', and that she wouldn't treat them unfairly but rewarded hard effort. It seemed like his best bet, some of the others had some rather interesting ideas about who they'd be caring for. Do people actually like this whole baby and diaper thing? Weird. He hesitated a bit at her usage of words like 'little ones' and 'active help with potty training', but again, he saw no better options, so he went with it. Several hours later and he had his confirmation: a quick payment online and all that was left to do was show up the next day. He quickly penned a message to his family, letting them know about an exciting new internship he was starting and how he'd be out of contact for the next year while he worked there. Grinning to himself and how clever he sounded and with the prospect of easy money on his hands, he ended the day plotting how he'd play his hand for the next year. The facility itself wasn't especially marked or anything, just seemed like a large - very large - gated community and assorted buildings of sorts. It wasn't until he entered past the gate with a printed-off proof of purchase that he realized there was basically a self-serving community in here, fully self-sufficient: to an outsider, it just looked like a campus of some kind, but internally there's be practically limitless self-sustainability. He walked down a path through a dense mass of trees until he came to a building marked as 'Admissions'. Entering, he was greeted with a rather strange feeling, as it was mostly empty of newcomers this early in the day and the desk lady looked like she was literally running a kindergarten, exaggerated smile and speech with goofy, pastel-pink dress. Always the pastel pink, he thought to himself. "Hi!" she greeted him sweetly, and he couldn't help but smile lightly in response. "Welcome to Imagine That! How can I help you, young sir?" He handed her his information. It felt weird, not having any luggage - he almost felt like he was taking a vacation, but his instructions said no personal effects were needed, and he wouldn't have access to them for the duration of his stay. After checking things over and giving him an approval sticker to put on his shirt, she told him to sit nearby and await the arrival of his mommy, whom would help him from there. While waiting, he saw two people walking outside: a woman in adult clothes, obviously a mommy, leading a girl who looked like they were about Johnny's age by the hand quite gruffly. She was dressed in short overalls and a spotted t-shirt, with short booties that made her look like a picturesque kindergartener, and she held one hand up to her face as she sobbed uncontrollably. Johnny couldn't help but notice a wet patch in the shape of crescent moons on her butt as she walked by, and it connected the dots in his mind. Guess she's going back a grade, Johnny thought. He wanted to snicker, but couldn't avoid a growing feeling of unease. That girl looked about my age - she shouldn't have pissed her pants, unless she wanted to? But what if something happened while she was here... the thoughts increasingly worried him, and he began to wonder if he'd made a mistake coming here. But it was too late now - he'd just have to be careful. While mulling this over, he heard the door nearby and turned to look. As expected, there was his Mommy, Julia. "Hi Johnny!" She wore a somewhat normal-looking red shirt and black slacks, very businesslike, and as she approached she opened her arms up and hugged Johnny. He blushed, suddenly assaulted by perfume and the gentle touch of a woman, but timidly returned the hug all the same. It wasn't like him to submit so immediately, but everything about her seemed to scream 'mommy' to him, and he felt like a smaller child again. "Hi, Mommy," he stammered, remembering from a training packet that he should refer to his mommy or daddy like so unless told otherwise. "Ohhh, you're so cute!" she practically squealed with joy. "Alright, I'm sure you have so many questions, so let's get to it! Let's go check out your new home with me, mkay?" He nodded, at a loss for words. Gently, she took him by the hand and lead him out the side doorway further into Imagine That, thanking the desk lady by name as she did. She returned a gentle fingers-only wave to Johnny as he left, and with his free hand he did the same. It almost felt like he was leaving his adult life behind in the process, and with each passing minute Johnny felt more and more like he was back to being a kid again. Eyes on the prize, Johnny - this is the easiest, no, the only way to get your inheritance. You can do this, just play by the rules. Julia drove a maroon minivan, and when she opened up the side door for him he noticed that there was a booster seat in place of a normal seat. When he hesitated, she looked at him at first with confusion, but then realized. "What's wrong, Johnny?" "Well..." he stammered, not wanting to make a mistake early on: first impressions were important. "I-I just, didn't know I'd be in a b...a b-baby seat, already." Julia looked quizzical. "It's a booster seat, not quite the same." She patted its soft seat as if to prove a point. "So, you think you're a big kid, then?" "Uh-huh!" he nodded up and down enthusiastically, not wanting to press her buttons. Keep it cool, keep it cutesy: show her, don't just tell her. I'm not like that girl at the admissions booth, but can't be too mature either. "I'm a big kid!" Julia beamed. "Okie! If you say so." She patted the seat again. "Alright, well even big kids can use a booster seat to be safe, you know. Let's just use it for now, and you can use a normal seat later, mkay?" Not wanting to press his luck any farther, Johnny acceded, clambering up into the van. He felt Julia's hand on his bum, politely pushing him up and towards the seat as if he needed assistance. "Up you go, mister," she cooed, and he plopped down on the seat. He was about to buckle himself in when he realized her hands were in the way and already doing it for him. He stopped, as much from surprise as submission, and watched as she buckled up the belt between his crotch and down his shoulders and chest. It was a three-point seatbelt, and his feeling of childishness increased. Still, it was only temporary, so he let it go. A few minutes later and they were carefully driving down the road, somewhat open country territory with a small town nearby. To the left, Johnny recognized what must have been a park, though it was too far away to see much detail. Some soft music played from the radio, and Johnny decided to ask his questions. "So, um, Julia-" "Oh, you can just call me 'Mommy', sweetie," Julia assured him from the driver's seat. "Okay, Mommy," he fumbled the words, then continued. "So, do we live with anyone else?" "Not yet," Julia admitted. "Right now, you're my only little one! But maybe one day you'll get a brother or sister to live with us, won't that be fun?" He thought about it, and the answer was no. That'd be embarrassing, especially if they were all babyish and whatever. What if Mommy made him change their diapers? Ew. "Yeah, that'd be kinda cool," he lied. "What about you, do you have any friends here?" "Yeah! My friend Debbie has a really nice pair of girls, maybe we can say hi to them at the park later? I'm sure they'd love to meet you." "Are they about my age?" "Hmm..." Julia seemed to think on this for a few seconds. "Well, Alice is the older sister, and she's almost potty-trained, so she'd be about your age, I think. The little sister, Lily, is about the same age but she's still having some trouble with the toilet, so she still has to wear diapers. But they'd both be fun to play with, they'd really like to meet you!" "Sure!" John blurted, still processing this information. They sound...young. But they're my age? "But, I'm a big kid, I'm potty trained." He felt weird saying such childish words, but his options were limited. Julia seemed like this held importance, so saying such things - no matter how repetitively - would surely yield results. "Okie," she said again. "But don't feel like you have to push yourself too hard, okay? Mommy will help make sure you're doing your best." She doesn't believe me? Johnny frowned. "You'll see!" He did his best to do a pouty, bratty voice. Make it believable, you're a kid again. "I don't need to wear stupid diapers like some of the kids around here..." This elicited a long series of giggles from Julia. "Okie, Johnny," she finally said with a knowing tone. Johnny couldn't figure it out, but it wouldn't be easy to convince his Mommy until he proved it. But, the only way to do that would be to just not pee his pants like that girl earlier. ...that should be pretty straightforward. Just use the bathroom like a normal kid would, tug her shirt and ask if you can go potty. Easy. He'd seen plenty of kids do it before all over, heck he kinda remembered those days. Wasn't a big deal, just do the same here until she was 'sure' he could do it on his own. Would be done by the time the week was out. They drove in silence for a few more minutes before reaching a suburb, and somewhat down the line they pulled into a normal-looking house. The garage door opened as they approached, and the minivan fit neatly inside. Once the door was shut and the vehicle had shut off, his mommy unbuckled and stepped out, opening the side door for him. He was tempted to try and remove his own belt, but remembered their earlier mix, so he just sat there and waited for her to come around, unbuckle his straps and help him step out and into the garage. It was somewhat plain, nothing major stored around, no smell of grease or oil anywhere. She simply lead him up the couple short stairs and into his new home: their home. Chapter 2 - At the Park for Potty Time The house was clean, almost immaculate. The carpets were fluffy, the white walls were pristine and a gentle bleeze blew sweetly through the house from ceiling fans suspended high above the living room. "Alrighty, so this is home!" Julia was enthralled at just about everything, it seemed: everything was exciting, made her happy, on and on it went, no matter what she did. She was...well, she was like a mommy, plain and simple. It began to occur to Johnny that she was doing it for his sake, but he tried not to bite the bait. Remember, this is just a placeholder for the year: you don't need to go all the way, just behave and be good in her eyes and this will be smooth. "Where's my room," he started. "-Mommy?" he quickly added. "Oh! Almost forgot," she started quickly to the other side of the living room. "Right in here!" It was a short hallway, on the right was a door that lead into his room. He felt his eyes widen in disbelief as he did. It was a nursery: it was that sickly, baby-pink he'd seen everywhere on the walls and wallpaper, though the walls themselves were white. There were a few teddy bears in one corner, a rocking horse oversized so that even he could fit on it, a dresser that had babyblock stickers and silly animals on the drawers and had other babyish paraphernalia atop it, complete with a few bottles, pacifiers, bibs, bonnets and a small stack of oversized diapers. The closet in the corner was partially ajar, and inside could be seen a rather hefty surplus of babyish clothes sized for what he assumed would be himself, and more and more stacks of diapers behind them, seemingly without limit. Truly, it was as if he'd set foot into hell itself. Keep it cool, he told himself, his mind racing. She does this all the time, I'm obviously not the first and I won't be the last, so she has to stock other things as well, right? Leftovers, for future people, whatever. Doesn't have to mean it's for me, just make sure you behave! "Um, Mommy," he struggled to keep a gentle, kid-like voice as he folded his hands behind his back sheepishly. "I-I don't need..." his lips failed him, unable to mention the dreaded rest of the sentence. Julia sat down on a baby stool, gentle patting his back. "Honey, I know you say you're potty trained, and that you're a big kid and all the rest, but mommy just wants to be absolutely certain, okay?" When he didn't reply, she continued. "What if you have an accident and ruin your undies? Right now I just want to make sure you can hold your pee like a big kid, and if you can do that I promise you we'll get you a bigger-kid bed and room to use. Fair?" It was the best he was going to get - new objective, don't pee pants. Easy enough. "Okay," he croaked, nodding enthusiastically, though his face felt numb. Julia smiled before hugging him. "Let's get you dressed, then." She laid out a changing mat and ordered him to lay on his back. He felt wrong, laying there so helpless as his Mommy took off his clothes, first starting with his jeans and then his t-shirt, followed by his socks and then his underwear. He lay there, buck naked, while he heard a crinkling sound from the closet as she brought over a diaper, white with purple sides and swirls on it. She knelt back down beside him, looking bright and cheery as always. She lifted his legs up after opening up the diaper, sliding it underneath his rear end as she set him back down on it. It was soft, and he felt a mixture of comfort and horror as she adjusted the back end of it to the right fit. Settling his legs down, she folded the diaper up and over his crotch, making sure his thing was pointed downwards and the diaper fit nice and snug. It felt somewhat crowded, but was still soft enough like wearing a blanket. He resisted the urge to cry as she snugged up his - the diaper against him as tight she could without making it uncomfortable, then secured it with one tape for the left and one for the right. "There!" she admired her own handiwork, gently patting the front. "All done." Reluctantly, he looked down at the poofy white ridiculousness staring back at him. It's not for long, just do what you've done since you were like three and you'll be fine, dude, he kept telling himself. It took a few tries, but he was starting to feel more confident about it. It's like a rite of initiation at a fraternity or something, that's all - something silly to make you doubt yourself, but all you gotta do is slog on through it and on the other side you'll be rockin' it! That's all this is, just her silly version of a rite. He let her help him up to his feet, hearing the diaper crinkle as he did, contort around him as he repositioned. She walked over to the closet again, and he observed his new padded prison - it wasn't quite as large as he'd expected, though he imagined it'd stick out under his clothes really hard. Then again, most of the 'kids' here probably had the same, so he doubted they'd laugh, especially after how Julia had described those other kids her one friend had. He patted it gently, and it quietly responded with more crinkles and scrunchy sounds. He would've laughed under other circumstances - under these, anything but. When he looked up, Julia was holding something that stopped him in his tracks: that's right...they didn't have me bring any of my own clothes. She held what he could only describe as a girl's onesie, a pink horror with yellow and purple shapes on its shoulders with a matching skirt to go with. "Isn't it cute?" Julia was excited beyond words, for sure. "I made sure it's the right size and everything, you're going to look just adorable in it! Here, let's make sure it fits." "But I-" he started, but she was already hiking his arms up and she dropped the onesie down atop him, pulling it down until it reached his shoulders and making sure his arms fit through the holes. He stood there, agape and holding his arms out to his sides as she pulled it down and snapped the front and back together around his crotch, reminding him that he was wearing diapers again as it pulled everything up tight to him. He could move just fine, but where before the diaper was slightly loose it now hugged him from the bottom up like its life depended on it. He felt his lip quiver as she lifted up his feet one at a time into the skirt, then rose it up much higher than he'd expect, until she zipped it up and adjusted it to his waist for good measure. Once he was sure she was done, she stared in glee at a wall mirror he hadn't even noticed. He nervously turned to it, appalled at what he saw. He began to realize that he really looked like a toddler at this point, some dress-up doll for an adult to gawk at as 'cute' for their own gain. Julia hugged him again contentedly. "Okay kiddo, what say we go hit the park up and meet some new friends? I know Debbie's girls would just love to meet you!" "W-what? Go out to the park, in this?" Johnny couldn't believe his ears, he couldn't go out like this! Closed-off area or not, this was embarrassing beyond description. I mean, everyone else was probably much like so, but...what other choice did he have? His mommy wanted to do it, so even if he protested she'd have every right to make it so. He couldn't find words beyond his stammering to keep going, but Julia seemed to pick up on his concern. "It's okay, Johnny - I know it's all very new and weird and wonderful, but Debbie's kids are really nice, and fun: you'll get along great. As for the clothes, well, you gotta prove to me you're a big kid, remember?" She pinched his cheek lightly as he nodded. "Show me you can hold your pee like a big kid. You can do that, I'll make sure we get you all the nice big kid clothes you'll ever need. Mkay?" She checked her watch. "Tell you what, I'll make you a deal - if we get back this afternoon from the park and your diaper is still dry, I'll take you out first thing tomorrow shopping and we'll call you potty trained. Deal?" She threw around the word 'potty trained' like it was some great big deal: he hadn't pissed himself since he was a kid, it wasn't going to be some enormous challenge. Why did she keep talking about it like that? Was it just part of the 'game' going around here, like it was optional if he was into that ABDL thing he kept reading about? Was this his chance to 'choose' if he was into that kind of thing? He decided it didn't matter - all he needed was to stay in Julia's good graces, obey the rules and play nice. If he did that, he'd have an easy time here and could put it behind him later. After all, what was spending a day or even a week being dressed like a toddler compared to living years on end on Easy Street? A fair trade, in his mind.. He nodded slowly, agreeing to her terms. "You'll see...I'm a big kid." He said it without enthusiasm, and when he saw she looked less convinced than usual - were such a thing possible - he added some new energy to it. "I don't need diapers! I'll be dry when we get back, I promise." She smiled. "Alright, it's a deal! Now, let mommy get her stuff around and then we'll go to the park." She kissed him on the forehead and stood up, moving about with diligence whilst humming a tune of some kind. He kept a small eye on her, adoring her for how practiced she seemed. She was slightly taller than him, and though she was quite feminine in appearance she had a rather marked strength when she'd consoled him over the course of the day. And her figure...no, he tried not to look at her like that. That was something that could get him on a one-way ticket out of here, best not to think about it like so. It took several minutes, but she seemed to pack everything she needed up and out to the car - a small cooler with drinks and snacks, a collapsible but large stroller (something he hoped they wouldn't be using), and a large bag not unlike a purse, which she seemed to put baby supplies in. He assumed these would be for her friend, given one of the girls she cared for seemed to still be - he had to remind himself he was seriously saying these words to himself - still needed to wear diapers. He grew wary, watching Julia place several diapers from his own closet as well as a spare outfit into the diaper bag, but otherwise paid it little heed. He wouldn't need it, as he would soon prove. Once all the provisions were loaded, Julia lead him back to the minivan, seated him inside, buckled him in and handed him a juice box for the ride, along with some crackers. He munched and sipped contentedly along the way, even forgetting the attire and circumstances he wore for a short while. However, by the time the few-minute drive was up. Pulling into the parking lot, there were multiple other cars present, most either minivans or SUVs of some kind, but most of the people from them seemed to already be at the playground, or walking around the circumference on a paved path. Johnny determined rather quickly that, as he'd suspected, the overwhelming majority seemed to be a mommy/daddy and their 'little ones', most of whom further were wearing childish attire, being either guided by hand, carried or wheeled about in strollers. Julia needed a little bit extra to get things ready, so he sat in his booster seat for a bit longer this time, observing the people that passed on the nearby trail. That 'kid' looked like a kindergartner, that one was babied up, that one looked almost normal aside from a puffy hip area that belied their true undergarments...finally, Julia's voice brought him back to reality as she undid his buckles. To his dismay, she had indeed fetched the stroller, and once freed of the seat she helped lift him onto it, buckling up his legs into it. He leaned back, not having much choice, and smelled the faint sickly aroma of talcum powder. It occurred to him that the diaper bag must have been right below him, and he wrinkled his nose at the thought. As she wheeled him towards the playground and the other 'mommies' nearby, he looked about for a restroom, just in case...there, there was on nearby, and a couple portapotties as well. Jackpot - I'm safe. Once they approached a bench adjacent the sandy playground, another woman slightly older than Julia - but similarly gorgeous - waved them over. "Hi Julia! Ohhhh, is this Johnny?" "MmHm!" Julia brought them to a stop and went over to hug Debbie. "He's still getting used to things, so I thought it'd help to say hi to the girls." "Oh! They'll be thrilled," Debbie waved over to a pair of girls roughly Johnny's age, one sporting a short skirt that barely draped down her thighs, the other wearing clothing not-dissimilar to his own. "Girls! Auntie Julia's here with her new little one!" The girls gave up their sandcastle and came over shyly, as Debbie introduced them. "Alice is my eldest, she's been a really big girl lately and is doing a really good job of helping her little sister, Lily! She's trying really hard to potty train like her big sister, but she'll get it soon." Debbie was enthralled with her own 'daughters', and as Julia helped him out of the stroller, he couldn't help but feel at ease. They're in the same predicament I am, nothing to be embarrassed about. Once free and on his own two feet, he waved sheepishly. "I'm Johnny," he replied quietly. "Nice to meet you." "Nice to meetchu," Lily cooed, almost babylike in voice. Johnny just smiled, pretending not to notice." "Nice to meet you too," Alice grinned. "Let's go play!" With that, she took him by the hand and lead him over to the sandbox, with Lily close behind. They mainly just enjoyed some time together, making up whatever silly things they'd do as 'young' kids again, making sandcastles and destroying them, playing tag, going up and down the slides, clambering all over the jungle gym, monkey bars, you name it. Johnny would never have admitted it, but he was really having a great time. Shortway through, he was starting to get a bit hot, but mommy Julia, in her infinite perception, noticed and brought over a nice and cold juice box. While sipping on it, she'd also tied up a baby bonnet over his head, but for what little shade it offered he couldn't really argue. To his chagrin, Julia also decide to give him a diaper check at that time, scuffing at his thighs and feeling around his behind: he assumed the reason for his skirt being run so short was to make this easier. Satisfied that he was still dry and having thoroughly embarrassed him, she gave him a soft pat to go for it. After that, it was back to playing, and before he knew it he'd completely lost track of time. As they sat up in the playground, under a shaded area by the top of the slide, just sitting around and giggling and joking around, Johnny finally asked something that'd been on his mind. "So...how long have you been here? Like, with De- your mommy, I mean?" Alice scratched her head. "A couple months. It's been really fun, mommy's really nice. She doesn't push us too hard, let's us do our own thing." She shrugged. "Pretty easy, honestly." Johnny nodded, looking at Lily close by. "So...she still wears...diapers?" Alice looked at him quizzically. "Lily? Yeah, for now. Like I said, mommy doesn't really push us too hard, so we're allowed to do potty training at our own pace. Lily still doesn't quite have a handle on it, so she still pads up most of the time. Why?" Now it was Johnny's turn to look quizzical. "It's just...I don't know, thought it was a little odd, that's all. L-like not in a bad way! Just, caught me off guard. I-I mean, you're-" he hesitated. It took a moment, but Alica looked a tad devilish. "I mean, you're still wearing diapers, aren't you?" "That's just because Jul- I mean, because mommy wants to make sure." "Make sure of what, hmm?" "...make sure that I'm potty trained. Which I am, I don't need to wear diapers, it's just so she knows for sure. Come tomorrow, I'll be nice and up and back to normal, you'll see!" Alica snorted. "Yeah okay." "What?" "Nothing, just I've met a lot of kids who say that kind of thing: most of them aren't telling the truth." She brushed the sand off of her hands for a moment. "Potty training's hard, Johnny: don't be so quick to make fun of it." Potty training...hard? Was this a joke? "So, how'd you do it?" "It's hard. Still working on it." For the first time, she lifted up her miniskirt just enough so Johnny could see, and he realized that she was wearing some kind of diaper that looked like underwear. It was padded, but significantly thinner and smaller. Come to think of it, Julia had mentioned something about pull-ups, didn't she? "But it has its benefits: I can wear big-kid clothes now, and I'm forgiven if I have an accident or two in a day, so long as I don't leak." She smiled, not in the gentle way Julia had, but in a sardonic way, as if challenging him. "I'm curious whether or not you're as big as you say." Johnny tried to put on a brave face: something about her words unsettled him. "I'm a big kid and I don't need stupid diapers: you'll see. When I go home today I'll be high and dry, and you'll still be in your training pants." Alice snorted again. "If you say so, Tinkle Trousers." Johnny was about to retort, but Lily joined in on the conversation at this point: "Johnny hafta wear diapers too?" Johnny was about to retort, but thought better of it. Lily was asking a harmless question, if he made her cry or something he'd be in for it. "No, but mommy's making me do it for now just to be safe. Johnny's a big boy, he can wear underwear." "Under-where?" Lily asked. "He means undies," Alice clarified, like this was some revelation. "Johnny says he's potty trained, that he can just wear undies. He's full of it." "Am not!" "Am too." Lily nodded. "Johnny's potty trained? Wowwwww, that's really cool! I wanna be like Johnny some day." This stopped any further bickering between Alice and Johnny, and with a pointed look of derision the two once more began a three-way game of tag. Some time later, while halfway up the stairs, Johnny paused. All the juice and water he'd drunk over the course of his playtime was starting to catch up, and he felt a small need to pee beginning to grow. "...hm? What's up?" Alice asked. After a few seconds, she began to figure it out. "Oh? Does someone need to go pee-pee?" "Ngh," Johnny grunted. "I'm okay, just gonna need to go soon." "Hope it's not too soon, got a ways in the day left, 'big boy' - you wouldn't want to pee your pants in front of Lily, would you?" "I'll be fine." He turned around and walked back to where the adults sat, Julia and Debbie having been joined by another female friend. He stood nearby, but before he could say anything hesitated - he didn't want to interrupt, but they wouldn't stop talking. Finally, he gently tugged at Julia's shirt, and she looked over immediately. "Hi honey, what's up?" Johnny suddenly felt very babyish in from of the three women, remembering what he was wearing. One hand gently played with the hem of his skirt. "I, uhm...I gotta go potty..." he whispered. "Hm?" She asked, having not quite heard him, or at least he assumed. Internally groaning, he spoke up a bit louder. "I gotta go potty." "Gotta go potty?" She looked at her watch again. "Sweetie, I thought you said you were a big kid, that you could hold it?" "I can-" "Well, you gotta hold it awhile longer, remember? You gotta show you're potty trained, gotta hold your pee like a big boy." Then need to go grew exponentially every time she said something childish and demeaning. Both his hands were now fiddling with his skirt. "But I gotta go!" he protested, his voice becoming more childish. Debbie had to put a hand to her mouth to keep from laughing, but Julia frowned. "I know, but you're never gonna be a big kid if you can't hold it. Besides, you told mommy you didn't need diapers, remember?" The bathroom was literally a stone's throw away. Couldn't she just take him there and go? "Uh-huh, bu-" he started, but she cut him off again. "So, little mister, if you want to be a big kid you need to act like a big kid." She poked him gently in his bellybutton, as if to drive a 'stern' point. "So keep that diaper dry if you wanna say you're potty trained and don't need diapers. Got it?" He was speechless. Seriously? Potty training means I gotta hold it for, what, until you say? Is there a timer? A limit? What gives? Seeing no way out, he nodded a couple times. "Good," her voice softened. "Now, run along and play with your friends, okay?" She kissed him on the forehead again, and he dejectedly walked back to the playground. Nearby, a girl was sobbing incoherently as her daddy changed her diaper on the edge of the playground, while what he could only assume was her brother stood nearby. Alice smirked as he walked by. "Better not pee your pants, big baby," she whispered. He ignored the remark - he was close to winning his bet with mommy, he just had to keep going. More playing, more running around, and Johnny was stuck with an eternal reminder that he needed to pee. Had it been a 'normal' day, he would've gone easily an hour ago, or so he reckoned. Now, he had no idea of when he'd be allowed to. Every so often, Alice would pat him on the butt and giggle and taunt him about a 'diaper check', and no amount of insisting he was try would alleviate this. He squirmed from time to time, but he still bravely held on. At one point, Lily had peed in her diaper during a particularly lively game of tag, and had had to go back to Debbie for a change. Johnny had watched it from afar, wondering if that was to be his fate. And yet, Lily seemed like it was the most normal thing in the world - she was shorter than most, and while she could 'pass' for a baby compared to the others, the fact she so willingly pissed herself and went to an adult to be changed was...hard to wrap his head around. When they'd come back, Alice had whispered in his ear, "Before you leave, your mommy's gonna have to change your diaper, pottypants." They'd continued playing, and once or twice Julia had called him over for an official diaper check, and every time he'd been dry. The other women she sat with had marveled at this, and congratulated him with words and applause when he'd been dry, each and every time. Not in a mocking way - truthfully, they were impressed. This gave him a feeling of hope, one that rapidly decayed once he tried to play further with the girls and the feeling of I need to pee returned, stronger every time. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. He stood in the middle of building a sandcastle, both hands on his crotch and jumbling from side to side. "Gotta go?" Lily asked innocently. She really had no concept of having to hold, apparently. "I can hold it..." Johnny mumbled, straining. He was dimly aware of Alice smirking to herself, but otherwise ignoring him. "I'll be right back," he huffed, then danced his way over to his mommy. Once more, she talked quite fervently with her friends, and he stood to the side trying his best quite literally and figuratively to hold it in. "Mommy I really gotta go potty now!" he blurted, all shame of kidtalk out the window. She looked over at him. "Johnny, if you can't hold it like a big kid, then you're gonna have to go potty in your diaper." She said it so matter of factly Johnny could scarcely believe it. "Big kids can hold their pee. You said you can, so you need to do it. If you can't, that's okay, but then let's be honest that you aren't potty trained, okay? Then we can work on it from there." He continued squeezing, trying not to lose. He was starting to feel tears coming on from the exertion. "I dun need diapers-" he stammered, trying to keep it alive. If he could say it, surely it would remain true. Nearby, their friend started cooing. "Aww, look how cute he is, trying to hold it. He's trying really hard, Julia, but I don't think he's gonna make it. Look at him, he's potty dancing!" Julia pursed her lips. "Big boys shouldn't have to potty dance." She placed her hands on Johnny's shoulders, gentle yet firm. "I don't think you're one, Johnny. It's okay, but don't be dishonest with mommy or yourself. If you can't hold it, then it's okay to go peepee in your diaper." She talked to him like he was literally a toddler, nay, less than that...she always did, the other adults did, they literally acted like he was a child, or even a baby. It began to dawn on him that he was going to face an uphill battle through this place, much like a real child does in the real world. They weren't going to take it easy on him, he was going to have to fight really hard for it. Taking a deep breath, he forced his legs to stop quivering, slowly took his hands away from his crotch and gripped the hem of his skirt. He felt his feet fidget a little bit here and there, but otherwise stood his ground. Julia nodded, placing a hand around the edge of his diaper to check it for wetness: satisfied, she nodded again, reaching into her purse nearby. "I'll hold it like a big boy, Mommy, I'll be dry. I can-" he felt something enter his mouth as her hand moved with practiced swiftness. "I'm sure you will, honey." She smiled gently, then went back to conversing with her friends. It took several moments to realize she'd slipped a pacifier in his mouth. He wanted to spit it out, but something internally just sucked on it, trying to distract himself from the fact that he was not in fact capable of holding it for much longer. It hurt, and he had to struggle very had to stay dry. Tears continued to well up in his eyes. He shifted from foot to foot a bit more vigorously now, starting to revert back to his 'potty dancing' again. Johnny was dimly aware of Alice and Lily now watching him from afar, probably gloating about his imminent defeat...no! No, he couldn't lose to the likes of them: Alice could at least get away with wearing pull-ups, she had to have surmounted this challenge before then, right? He had to win. So he had to pull out all the stops. He started pottydancing again, trying to push the shame past him. Some of the adults that milled about stopped to look at him and smile to themselves, probably assuming he was at his limit. The pressure increased, and he started shaking and trembling nigh uncontrollably as he did. He made little whimpering noises from behind his pacifier as he sucked like mad, the pain getting heavier and heavier as he felt like a massive weight had been set on his bladder. After what seemed like minutes of this, the pain finally crested and he felt a little leak. His eyes went wide with surprise as he realized he couldn't hold it anymore, and with a final, pathetic whimper forever muffled by the rubber pacifier in his mouth, he squeezed his eyes shut and subconsciously squatted down a couple inches, hearing a gushing noise like high-pressure water from a hose running down a gutter. As he heard this, he began to feel warmth flow through his diaper, pooling about between his legs and under his butt, slowly crawling up his backside as he unconsciously pushed harder, peeing forcefully into his diaper as tears started to roll down his eyes: he wanted to stop, but try as he might be couldn't, and he felt the warm-then-wet padding begin to sag around him. Finally, it began to subside, and he stood here, slowly standing back up and realizing what he'd done. He glanced up at mommy Julia, and after a few seconds she turned back to look at him. "Everything okay, Sunshine?" she asked, before a knowing look crossed her face and she reached a hand out to feel by his crotch. Feeling it squish, she scratched a few fingers near the cuff until it felt inside. "Uh-oh," she cooed, standing up and turning him around, lifting the back of his skirt and feeling his backside. "What happened, Johnny? Did you go potty in your diaper?" Hearing the words further flushed his face with heat and shame. Careful not to spit out the pacifier, his one source of distraction and comfort, he mumbled her words back to her: "I wen potty in muh diaper..." Debbie giggled at this. "Oh my goodness, Julia he is just the cuteset!" Julia playfully swatted him on his padded butt, just enough to feel it but not enough to hurt. "Okay, pottypants, off you go." Johnny was puzzled, turning around as she pulled the pacifier from his mouth. "...it's not that wet, don't be such a crybaby. Go play with your friends, okay?" He felt like it was a big deal, and wanted to protest but the shame of admitting that he'd pissed in a diaper in front of her was too much. Nodding and wiping his eyes, he walked back towards his friends, waddling a bit more than usual with the extra bulk between his legs. Every step squelched the soggy padding, and he was eternally aware of his predicament. Lily seemed unconcerned with events, and continued fooling around with her sand castle, but Alice was smirking in that sardonic way of hers. "Some big kid you're turning out to be." Chapter 3 - The Rabbit Hole Deepens Johnny did his best to forget about his wet diaper, trying harder and harder to focus on things, but he couldn't really get it out of his mind. He didn't want to be treated like a baby, but Alice had changed her tune and assured him that one accident wasn't going to doom him to a year of babying. In fact, it was pretty normal for kids to pee their pants: like she said, potty training was hard. That being said, a few facets of wisdom passed on from her, now that he'd learned 'the hard way' that he wasn't playing a game, and that he understood the situation. Imagine That was basically a giant playground: the adults (affectionately called mommies and daddies) had basically supreme authority over the little ones (people like himself and Alice). They weren't unfair, typically, but they had a very parent-child relationship, by design: the adults would indeed care for their little ones, but little ones conversely had to obey their rules, which generally involved trying to 'grow up' slowly and surely. Supposedly, should one manage to grow up all the way, they could become an adult and carry on as one if they so chose. Johnny wasn't sure if that's what he wanted, but for the time being it gave him a goal to work towards. In Imagine That, 'potty training' did have a definitive structure, though all parents were allowed to teach it in different ways. At its core, there was usually a 'trial' phase where the parent would test a little one to see how adept they were at not peeing their pants: according to Alice, Johnny had done very well - some adults used this training to guestimate where their little one was, while others used it to demonstrate why a little one needed to be in a specific place. Most went with this metric, and given the unpreparedness it was no surprise that Johnny had failed thus far. That was by design, but he needed to step up his game from here - everything after this was playing for real. His mommy, Julia, was well known for being gentle and kind, and was very protective of her little ones - however, she also had very, very high standards, and her potty training was difficult. Conversely, Debbie's wasn't very structured, so while easy it was also difficult to progress, as the lines were hard to see for what to pass and what not to. According to her, Lily was content at the stage she was in, and probably wouldn't get much farther. Alice, however, wanted to become an mommy here herself, so she was planning on going all the way. She was making good progress, but admitted that it was extremely tough, and that she'd been hard on Johnny to get him used to it: he needed to shake off whatever past conceptions he had and focus on what he was inside Imagine That. Additionally, there was also a 'roulette' that would take place and change the rules of potty training from time to time: these were kept hidden from little ones, but it never varied too awful much. Changes were minor, such as the timeframe between accidents, how many could be allowed, what the punishments were recommended to be, and so on. Not all adults adhered to this, but certain numbers had been figured out and passed on from little one to little one. A given day had at least two 'potty times' (or changing times, in certain cases) available minimum, usually one after waking up and one before bed (usually reserved for a little one relegated to diapers), though most ran an even number between four and twelve hours between these. Some mommies, like Julia, tended to use events as metrics instead, but it wasn't a guarantee. As for punishments, depending on what a little one wore, they could have a certain number of accidents. With undies (underwear as a term wasn't used, Johnny soon found out) any accident was considered a failure, pull-ups or padded panties typically allowed for one or even two accidents if the wearer was on good behavior (no leaking was allowed), and diapers were typically considered a success if there was no leaking. If you leaked consistently while in diapers, you went down to 'baby' status, and had basically all rights completely restricted for a time. Currently, Johnny was probably going to exist in the 'toddler' phase, where he'd have to wear diapers, but continuous good behavior and staying dry for long enough would elevate him up to pull-ups, like Alice. As they talked, Johnny felt a growing urge to go number two, but tried to keep it out of his mind while Alice talked, on and on. It took quite some time, but it began to really nag at his mind, so he was happy when she finally ended that day's lesson and they went back to playing. She went down the slide first, but as he approached he decided he'd had enough desperation, squatting down on his haunches. He grunted, pushing hard as he squeezed his eyes shut. He felt a warm mess slowly push into his diaper as it sagged. When he was finally done, he stood up and felt it lump under his backside. His cheeks flushed as he suddenly realized that he'd messed his pants for the first time in countless years. No...I didn't poop my pants. I pooped my diaper. It was hard to admit, but he decided to embrace the strange world he now lived in. Alice had returned up by this point. "Why didn't you go down yet?" she asked. Not receiving a response, she walked up and tapped him on the shoulder, audibly sniffing once or twice before a mischievous grin crept up on her face. "Oh, that's why." She grabbed him by the hand, half-leading half-dragging him back the way they came. "Come on, stinky, let's get you changed." They passed Lily on her way up by this point, and Johnny felt a bit more shame, realizing that he was really no different from her at this point. If anything, she was doing better, as she hadn't messed herself yet. Here he was, on a playground, being lead by a girl probably younger than him towards his mommy because he'd pissed and shit his diaper. It was hard to conceive of, and yet here he was. His free hand grabbed his skirt again, trying to pull it down lower to hide his shame, but no amount of it felt right. "Miss Juliaaaa~" she sang out for all to hear. "Johnny made a stinky in his diaper!" Julia stood up and inspected his diaper, feeling around as if she had to make sure for some reason. "Thank you, Alice, you're such a big girl!" Julia slowly lead Johnny over to the stroller, pulling out the diaper bag and laying a changing mat down for him. "Alright, pottypants, lay down here so mommy can change your diaper." Alice's prophecy had come true: before you leave, your mommy's gonna have to change your diaper. Tears in his eyes once again, Julia placed his pacifier back in his mouth, which he gladly accepted - anything to distract him from this. He heard her unbutton his onesie and pull it up a bit, making room for his diaper. She undid the tapes one at a time, then unfolded it. The woman was an expert, Johnny had to admit that: she was unfazed, unconcerned, if anything she was enjoying herself. Taking a few wipes, she pulled the diaper out from under him a bit and wiped away, soft and gentle and cold. Pulling a new diaper out from the bag similar to the one he'd been wearing just recently, she slid it under his bottom before wrapping up the used diaper and setting it side. She pulled out the bottle of powder and liberally applied it before folding the diaper up on him, taping it snug as could be and snapping shut his onesie, pulling the skirt back down and voila, you couldn't even tell he'd gone. "There we go," she sighed, satisfied with her work. She took the used diaper, still reeking of his potty time and dumped it in a nearby trash can. "Much better." About this time, Debbie seemed to think that a walk would do them some good, so she loaded up Lily into her stroller while Julia did the same for Johnny, buckling him in. She tied his pacifier to a nearby strap in case it fell out of his mouth, and gave him a baby bottle with milk to drink. Given how hot the day had gotten, Johnny obliged, accepting the rubber nipple as delicious, sweet, cold milk flowed through. His stroller was pushed adjacent to Lily's as Alice, being the big girl she was, walked with the adults. It wasn't a long path, maybe only a mile or so in circumference, but they took a leisurely pace, oftentimes passing other strollers or little ones walking about with their respective mommies and, in some rare cases, daddies. While approaching the end of his bottle, Johnny felt the urge to pee suddenly sneak up on him. Presuming it was leftover from his previous accident, he decided 'screw it' and simply resigned himself to his fate. Strangely, now that he wanted to go, he couldn't seem to. It took a good deal of pushing and concentrating, finally forcing himself to spurt a few times before just taking a deep breath and simultaneously relaxing yet pushing. The trickle of warm pee returned, and he felt it soaking into his diaper. It was a different feeling, peeing while sitting down. If anything it should've felt more normal, but this time the warmth crept up his crotch and up the front of his diaper, due to positioning. It was quite a few seconds later he realized he was still peeing. Flustered, he resolved to let as much out as possible so it wouldn't happen again later. He was dimly aware of Lily nearby making some short exhalations like through her teeth. A few moments later, he began to smell what she was making a fuss about. "Mommy, Lily went poopoo," Alice held her nose as she skipped along. Always willing to get on the good side of the adults: lil' brat. "It's okay, dear," Debbie replied as they kept strolling. "I'll change her once we get back to the playground." Alice nodded, looking past Lily and noticing Johnny. Her eyes bugged out for a moment before settling into a grin. She used both hands to pat her crotch, then dropped behind out of sight. Johnny wasn't sure what this meant until a cold breeze was felt around his crotch and thighs. Looking down, he realized with horror that he'd leaked through his diaper and his onesie and skirt were now damp! As he shifted about in his stroller, he felt a bit of cold pee soak into his onesie from below, and realized he'd must have gone more than anticipated. He tried to think of something, how could he hide it? What could he do? He hoped he had milk to spill, but it was gone and he'd sealed it tight. He couldn't ask for juice, she'd see, but if he did nothing...no, there was nothing to do: Alice had seen what he'd done, she'd tattle on him in a heartbeat. Resigned to his fate, he set the empty bottle in its holder and felt his lip quiver. After an eternity, they'd finally returned, with Debbie stopping to pick up Lily like a baby on her hip, fiddling with her nose and cooing a bit while Julia came around the side of the stroller. She went to undo his crotch-straps belt buckling him in, but stopped when her hand came in contact with a cold dampness. "...Johnny, what happened?" "I was dri-" he hiccupped, feeling tears start to pour down his face uncontrollably as he began to sob, his words becoming a jumbled mess. "An I had to pee and I couldn't ho-oh-old it mommy I peed-" she slowly fit the pacifier into his mouth, stopping his attempt at justifying what he couldn't. "Goodness, it's okay honey: here, let's get you changed. She pulled him up and held him aloft in her chest, a marvel to her strength. She held him under his calves, his butt rested on her hands as she gently rocked him. He buried his face into her shoulder, drying his tears and hugging her tight against his continued shame. The sound of giggling caused him to look up, seeing Alice one her back rolling around with laughter at him. He noticed a damp spot on her pull-ups, and realized that she'd quite literally pissed herself laughing. Returning to nuzzle his face into his mommy's shoulder, he waited for his sobbing to subside. Then it was back to the changing mat for him, again. She undid his onesie again, but this time removed his skirt and then the onesie itself, stating she'd need a change of clothes. Retrieving an outfit that was somehow worse from the diaper bag, consisting of a low-cut t-shirt and a tinier skirt, she dried him off and start working on removing his pissy diaper, folding it over and wiping him off in much the same manner as before, applying powder and settling a new diaper to him. However, this time she pulled out what looks like a large pad and started setting it into the diaper. "Here, this will help make sure you don't leak again." "Hahahahaha," Alice giggle, wiping tears of joy from her eyes. "You literally can't even take normal diapers like Lily! Hahahahhahaha," she sat up taking a deep breath. "Those diapers are thicker and you need pads for them!" Debbie shot her a frown, and she backed off right away. Julia continued unabated, pulling the diaper around and taping it shut over Johnny. He could tell right away, this diaper was indeed much bigger and thicker, and the pad made it even more so. He had a much harder time closing his legs, feeling like he had a cardboard cutout keeping his legs spread. She set the t-shirt over his head and then helped hike up the skirt once he was standing. He didn't think it could be any more embarrassing, and yet this was somehow more revealing. He couldn't think of why until it suddenly clicked that it was easier to diaper check him now, with the bottom of his diaper sticking out from under the skirt so anyone at any time could see if it was wet or messy. There was literally no hiding it, even if he stood straight up and it extended as far as possible: if he bent over or sat down it'd show for all the world. In this state, any passerby could now call him out. Julia picked up the pieces of the traumatizing experience and went to go throw away the used diaper. Alice sidled up to him in the process. "Word to the wise - if you pee too fast, you'll leak. Gotta go slow, or make sure it gets to all the spaces." "Yeah, got it..." he mumbled. She frowned. "Ya gotta learn the hard way or you're never learn, Tinkle Trousers." She shrugged. "You're not some special new kid, you gotta earn your way up the ladder same as rest of us." Alice did pat him on the shoulder gently, an olive branch of reconciliation. "I'll see ya around, new kid." Giggling, she skipped off towards Debbie, whom was busied with attending to Lily's own diaper. Once Julia returned, she hugged Johnny. "Ready to go home, kiddo?" He nodded solemnly. "Alright, up you go." She helped him back into the stroller and strapped him in, willingly accepting his pacifier by this point as Lily waved, still on her back mid-change. Alice waved as well, sheepish but plotting. It was rather uneventful, otherwise: once back to the minivan, he was loaded into his booster seat, the diaper bag set nearby, the stroller folded up and they were on their way. When they arrived home, he hadn't been in the best of spirits. Julia had whipped up some chicken nuggets he'd crunched on, and she'd eaten some canned soup. The TV was on in the background, some kiddie cartoon he'd never heard of, but his mind was locked on his predicament. Potty training...little ones...it was a lot to take in for one day. He still felt the pad and diaper combination beneath him, reminding him every time he moved with its feel or a crinkling sound. It'd worn down a bit so he could walk more normally, but he still had to waddle around when moving. Julia had him play around with things, a rocking horse, blocks, babyish things that were of little interest to him. He asked some questions about potty training where appropriate, and learned some new things about his current situation: given the fact that he'd held out for as long as he did, he got plus marks on that front, but he'd also had a messing accident and then leaked afterwards. It basically canceled itself out and then lowered him some, and lent credence to the current notion that he was not potty trained, and currently still needed to wear diapers at his current state. She would keep him at this point until he showed sufficient ability to 'hold his pee like a big kid', and would be more-or-less at a 'toddler' point: he would be treated with some privileges, but would wear babyish clothes, move about in a stroller, a baby seat in the car, he'd be limited to diapers, and so on and so forth. If he was able to do sufficiently well, he could back up to diapers without pads, like he'd started with that day, then to lighter diapers and then to pull-ups. Once there, he'd have to avoid having leaks and then he'd be a big kid. After being a big kid successfully, he could become a daddy, and then he'd be basically free from there until his paid session was up next year. But it was a long journey: first things first, he needed to get things in order here. Julia was so far pleased as punch with having him, and he couldn't find it in himself to be upset with how his first day in Imagine That had gone. Well, aside from the obvious, but if that was just to show him the cost of failure, then he could succeed. As he drifted off to sleep in his crib, in his nursery, in his footed-onesie pajamas, the feeling of a soft, dry diaper hugging his butt, the soft embrace of a plastic pacifier in his mouth, Johnny was content.
  8. Part 2 of the kailey and Jessica omo story! Read part one if you haven't already! Sorry if the punctuation and capitulation arent correct I didnt really focus on that too much) Kailey awoke from her nap, her eyes felt heavy and she felt tired and.. horny.. she had never felt horny in the morning before, surprisingly. She was a kinky, beautiful and perky young teenager in her junior year of high school and this was her first Time, something had to of been wrong with her body. She put her hand on her forehead and slammed her head back against the big soft pillow and groaned, remembering what had happened earlier that day.. she was still so embarrassed about it, yet it felt so good, letting out all the urine she had built up over the day felt euphoric, and it made her horny, but she didn't know why, why did pissing herself, feel so good? Maybe Jessica would know, Jessica was always horny and kinky, and always up to try new things "I bet that kinky fuck Jessica would know.." she said quietly and reached over her bed and grabbed her phone and texted Jess - "hey.. would you like to come over I wanna talk to you about earlier today" And Jessica read the text shortly after and sent a text back replying, saying she would in 5 minutes, as she lived right down the road and kailey waited patiently for her to get there. She was there in just 3 minutes and she just walked in as she was permitted to by her parents, she hopped up the stairs like a little girl and found kailey in her bed under the covers "Hey there, I'm guessing you wanted to come over and talk to me about omorashi?" She said and kailey titled her head "Omo-wah?.. say that again" she said confused as hell, and Jessica laughed "Omorashi, aka wetting, what you did earlier, I heard about it, nobody in the school really seems to care, they know you're a kinky slut" she said and hopped on the bed making it bounce, and she giggled, still wearing the same small skirt and clothes as before, while kailey had changed in pj's "Oh.. yeah that's actually why I wanted you to come, and we're best friends so I have to confess something.." she said and blushed twirling her hair and looking away and Jessica smirked going on all fours and going close to her "You liked it didnt you" she said with a seductive and sexy tone in her voice as she giggled and made a purring sound. Kailey sighed and nodded slowly "Y-yeah I kinda did, it was so.. warm, and it felt great to let it all out, and my panties after just.. kept me nice and warm it was, so good" she said hesitantly and looked at the ceiling, and Jessica went over her showing her light gray panties and she sat on her chest "I could tell by what people said" she chuckled and kailey smiled "So.. you're accepting of it?" "Well of course, it's a great kink, I must agree" and Kailey's eyes widened and she started to catch onto her "Wait, do you like it too?" She said and sat up a bit playfully pushing Jess off of her and she rolled on the bed with a giggle "You know I do, and I was thinking that right now, we could do a little wetting challenge" she smirked and kailey shrugged " I dunno' I already went once today by accident" "What makes it great too is the fact that you hold it and just let it all out when you cant no more on purpose, and that is another thing that makes it the best kink of all time" And kailey nodded slightly in full agreement "sounds like some valid points, alright what is your challenge?." "Let's start off simple, we go and drink a shit ton of water, and then we have to hold as best as we possibly can, and the first person to start spurting loses and they have to let it all out into just their panties" "Mmmk" kailey said in response interested in this "And the other person gets to use the bathroom normally, but also the person who loses has to wear the wet panties the rest of the day, no changes" she smirked and kailey nodded when she did wanting to explore this new kink, especially with her friend "You're on" she said and she took off her pjs and put on a thin white shirt that made her pink bra see through and she looked into her panty drawer and looked at Jess "What panties are good for wetting in?" Jess took off her skirt showing her light gray panties "hmm, well in my opinion lighter colors so the wet patch shows better, gray is the all time best, with lighter colors you can also see the glistening of it alot better" Kailey nodded and pulled out a pair of light blue panties, she knew if they got wet then they'd quickly turn into a very dark blue, and she put them on and Jessica whistled "well look at you, absolutely sexy as always" she left to get large jugs of water she she came back instead with lots of bottles "these were all I could find, we'll keep refilling them once we're out!" She handed kailey 4 and took 4 for herself. Kailey knew for a fact her bladder wasn't that strong, and she knew Jess had a bladder made of metal, but she was detiermed to win, and she would beat her, and they sat on the bed and both started to drink all of the bottles, nothing happening yet.. They went and kept on refilling them and on the 5th bottle they both needed to pee, both of them squirming a bit "How bad on a scale of 1-10? I'm a 5.5" jess said smirking and kailey replied with "6.." and she hiked her legs up and squirmed like that but Jessica stopped her "Keep drinking" she said and they both continued, devouring all the water and with every bottle both of their urges to go, got even worse and worse and they decided to chat about omo, both girls probably around 8/10, they bit squirmed around with their hands shoved into their legs and their thighs pressed together pushing their fingers against themselves to keep it from coming out of them "So kailey what's great about.. omo is that if you wear a skirt and go secretly in public nobody will ever know, and its a great way to release.. the main drain.. and if you wear tights.. they pool up, and become see through and warm" she said groaning having a hard time focusing because of the urge to go, and kailey felt like she was doing really good even though she still had to go, none of the girls suffering from any leaks yet "Well maybe we can give that a try sometime" Kailey said and shifted back and forth her blonde hair drooping over her face And shortly after Jess leaked, not a spurt but a leak and she moaned "That's one for you!" Kailey said and kept on rocking as she started to leak too spreading her legs a bit more for Jess to see, and she did the same "How about no hands, so we can see when the first spurt is" Kailey suggested and tok her hands off her blue panties and Jessica followed and then both glared at each others cute little panties both having tiny leak spots Over the next few minutes they kept on leaking and then.. Jessica let out the first spurt, and with that a loud moan and kailey had won! "I win! You have to release!!" She said and spurted too in excitement damping her panties again and Jessica laughed slightly "Alright well, you go after me because I saw you spurt too" Kailet nodded and instantly Jessica whimpered and let go of her bladder and instantly it gushed out of her and onto the bedsheets, the fabric of her grey panties becoming a dark pitch black instantly and they glistened lightly with the yellow fluid, it made a little puddle on kaileys bed and it continued to grow and she peed for about a minute until she was done and she put a hand on her drenched panties and moaned fingering herself through her panties "mm your turn" she said smirking at Kailey and she nodded and released too.. Her blue panties hissed and instantly a dark blue patch shot right up the front of them and she moaned as it bolted out of her, making a puddle under her too, and it was so unbelievable to finally let it all out.. it was orgasmic, the soft cotton became hot, and damp as she peed with more force than Jessica and longer too. The puddle in between her legs started to die down as she stopped wetting.. and when she did she bent down and examined her wet patch, and she felt it go right up the front all the way, and right up the back, and she loved sitting in the warm pool of pee, her panties were so soaked they weren't absorbing the puddle and she wiggled her bum around in it the pee puddle moving with her legs and Jessica giggled and stopped fingering herself and kailey went on her knees and the puddle dispersed all over the bed and she sat on Jessica's lap and her pantjes made a squish sound and some urine oozed out of them "So how about we both leave these on the rest of the day?" Kailey said and grinded her crotch on her leg and Jessica nodded with a blush and looked up to her "mm ok, you might wanna change the sheets though" she said and kailey nodded getting off the bed and enjoying the boiling hot warmth of her panties as a few trickles went down her legs and Jess got off too, trickles running down hers aswell. Kailey swiftly changed the bedsheets and set them in the wash and changed everything on the bed, somehow the piss didnt het to her mattress but she was grateful for that. When kailey was done making the bed they both got back on the new fresh one and kailey out a hand on her still warm panties and fingered herself through it "I think I found my favourite kink, that felt.. so damn good" she said and whimpered as she fingered her clit and the wet blue panties and Jessica watched fingering herself too "Mhm, you did well, next time we'll have to go out in public, or whenever the next occasion comes" Jessica nodded, and she went up the bed more and Kailey cuddled in with her and she sunk her face into her large breasts and they pressed their wet crotches together, the Panties remaining soaked, as they took a nap together. Both of them, could not be happier Part 3?
  9. I thought I’d take an unconventional approach to an omorashi anthology. This is the prologue, please let me know what you think! ********** Prologue: Let me share some fun facts with you. There are approximately 7.82 billion people in the world. Specifically, 7,757,304,035 people, last time I checked. That’s a lot right? That’s approximately 7,800 millions. Have you ever counted to 1 million before? How about 7,800? Exactly. 7.8 billion is a big number. It’s a massive number actually; so massive in fact, that it would take you approximately 31 years, 251 days, 7 hours, 46 minutes, and 40 seconds just to count to 1 billion, at the rate of 1 number every second, on average. Most of us would literally die trying. So that begs the question: how did I do it? No, it’s not because I can count really fast. I’m actually one of the slowest people I know. I’d be late to my own funeral, assuming I died on time. No, I’m just good with numbers. Really good, if I can flatter myself for a moment. Statistics are a breeze for me; fun even, if you can believe that. So much fun that I graduated with a masters in marketing and a bachelors in statistics by the time I was 22. I didn’t have much of a social life, and I really didn’t need one. I was singularly fascinated with how you could enumerate and then monetize human behavior, based on something as simple as a demographic. Example: out of the approximately 76 million college students in the United States, 22% of all of their beverage consumption is coffee. Not surprisingly, there’s a Starbucks on every campus I’ve ever been to. Never do something you’re good at for free they say. So I founded the world’s largest statistics and analytics company, DMG Analytics. Because let’s be honest, compiling numeric profiles on 7.82 billion people is a lot of work for one guy, despite my affinities. We collect and compile valuable consumer data for large companies across the globe, using state of the art software that I co- designed and patented. We can get specific, very specific, and that’s a huge asset in this industry. Retail, big tech, you name it; we make sure our clients are reaching their number one customers. We do the numbers, so you don’t have to. So why am I bothering you on a fetish website? Well first of all, I hope I’m not bothering you. If I am, well at least you learned something about coffee and college students. But I’d like to think I have more to bring to the table than a few fun facts. What I bring is decisive probability; likely outcomes, based on facts and collected data. What better way to think about desperate guys and gals than in a “big picture” kind of way? I’m sure some of you can appreciate that. Let me share another fun fact with you. Out of 7.82 billion people on the planet, 327 million are in the United States. Out of 327 million individuals in the US, 13 million have had an accident so bad, they had to tell someone about it; in fact, only 15% of that 13 million are men, the other 85% are women (sorry ladies, our lines just aren’t as long). If you consider that all surveys only have a 30-40% response rate, that means there could be upwards of 20 million men and women who gambled and lost, but just aren’t willing to take a weird survey. That’s a lot of people having accidents, when you think about it. I’d say it’s safe to say that the likelihood of any number of omorashi related fantasies and fictions actually happening is fairly high at this point. You may never have seen an accident, but think about how often you get desperate, either on purpose or by accident. What are the odds that that’s happened to someone else, out of billions of people? Very high, I’d say. Maybe yesterday, maybe two weeks ago. But someone, somewhere, has had an accident recently. Someone’s crush has definitely probably been desperate and wet herself in front of their secret admirer. A hot teacher has definitely probably squirmed behind her desk, counting the seconds till the bell rings so she can speed walk to the nearest staff bathroom, only to wait in line, shuffling her feet as she tries to keep her composure. These things happen more often than you’d think. I’m speaking from a straight guy’s perspective, who has no personal desire to see other men desperate. To each their own. But regardless of orientation, I’ve been desperate before, just like you’ve been desperate before; it happens to everyone, everywhere, all the time. We’re all statistics, technically speaking. But one thing I’ve learned over time is that every number has a story, as vivid and real as your own day to day life; a sort of perverted iteration of sonder, if you will. That’s 12 million people, at a minimum, with a very vivid story of an embarrassing, messy accident. Which is why I created “the survey.” It started off as a fun little side project, for shits and giggles. Write a little survey, maybe even monetize contributions to incentivize participants, post it on the right website with the right demographics, and see what happens. A “fire and forget” sort of thing. But when I launched a trial run on a water-sports forum..... wow. You wouldn’t believe how gleefully people will tell detailed stories of their most embarrassing bathroom failures, if you throw in some money for their troubles. I’ll say this: 12 million was an amatuer number. One contract with Pornhub later, and 115 million people a day view my paid survey. With a 10% monthly participation rate, that means 11.5 million people a month fill my inbox with sensational bathroom accident stories and experiences that definitely probably happened, from some of the most willing participants you’ll find: horny men and women, motivated to tell the best story possible. This is the story of their stories. I say it was worth every penny, but I’ll let you decide that for yourself.
  10. Those liking diaper fiction might enjoy Weekend at the Grandparents in the Fiction and Fanfiction forum. It involves 2 sisters one in diapers and the other trying to avoid diapers. Lots of interaction between family members. Discovery why incontinence runs in the family. Why diaper fiction do you like?
  11. The story takes place during the 19th century in a forgotten village somewhere in the alps. The build up is quite slow (that's why I divided it in 3 parts) It might take a while until the story get's going but please try to stick to it, the upcoming parts will be more exciting. PS: Same as always, english is not my native language so apologies if there are mistakes. CHAPTER ONE: EMBARASSMENT "Mother!", Sofie (22) called from outside her house. The door was locked and she couldn't get in. The girl forgot her keys at a friend's house where she just came from. It was a long way and Sofie didn't want to go back again to take the keys just to do the same walk one more time all over again. "Mother!", she screamed this time, nobody seemed to be home and even a look inside the dusty window revealed her mother's absence. Sofie's mother Laureen has always been quite a busy woman so it wasn't unusual for the young woman to find a locked door as she got home. Still, Sofie was frustrated, because not only did she forget to take the house keys with her for the first time in her life, she also needed to relieve herself quite urgently as well, something that happened quite often whenever she got home. She knew it was going to take a while until her mother returned so without thinking twice Sofie moved to the back of the house. She snuck on the backside of their woodshed making sure nobody was around when she then pulled her skirt up, her underware down, took a deep breath and started to relieve herself. Her urine splashed gracefully on the dryish ground creating a puddle that slowly moved underneath the wooden planks and into the old shed. Sofie was enjoying the relief more and more when all of a sudden: "Sofie?!" The girl turned to the right and saw her mother staring at her with surprise. "Mother!" she said shocked and immediately stood up, interrupting her stream while making her skirt fall to the ground, hiding everything. Slightly speechless Laureen said: "What are you doing ... where you just peeing here?!" "I .. I ... I had to. The door was locked and I ... I felt the need ..." "But why didn't you go inside?" "I forgot my keys at Mary's house and I thought you were gone." "Well ... No, I was here do ... doing some gardening." "Where you in the shed?", asked Sofie incredibly embarassed. She knew her mother heard the splashes. "Yes", Laura was still a bit shocked, many years had passed since the last time she saw her daughter urinating right in front of her. "I'm sorry mother. I really had to go." "Don't worry, Sofie. It happens ... But please, next time you need to relieve yourself like this don't do it in our garden. Alright?" Sofie nodded as her face turned red. Overflown with shyness she asked Laureen for the keys. Her mother smiled a little and gave them to Sofie. She said "thank you" and moved away from her quickly while Laureen, behind her daughter's back, took a closer look at the big puddle she just made. "I'm going back to Mary to take the keys", said Sofie hours later. "Now?", asked her mother "It's getting dark soon." "Mother, it's summer, it's gonna be dark after 10pm ... and now it's almost seven o'clock", she said. "But Mary doesn't just live here around the corner." "I know, I know, but I'm gonna do it anyway." "Fine, but take care." "I will", Sofie got a bit annoyed. She said goodbye to her mother and got out of the house. Sofie's friend Mary and her family lived on an isolated farm, high up on the hills and among the trees above the village. The walk was exhausting since the path was quite long and steep. Sofie didn't care, she still had to process what happened earlier that day and couldn't believe her mother caught her grown up daughter peeing behind the shed. She started to wonder how long Laureen had been staring at her before even saying anything, after all, Sofie didn't even see her mother before she called her name. Sofie was embarassed and criged everytime her mother's suprised expression crossed her mind. She tried to distract herself as much as she could, by just enjoying the nature all around her. The beautiful trees, the last sunrays of the day that turned the big mountain walls red, the silence and the overall evening atmosphere. For a moment Sofie felt relaxed and in peace when all of a sudden something strange caught her eye. On a rolling hill right above her she spotted a silhouette, dark, still and observing. At first the young woman thought it was a deer but after a closer look the silhouette turned out to be human. Sofie started to feel uneasy, and the silence all around her didn't help. "Mary?", Sofie called with a trembling voice. The person kept standing still. Even though she couldn't recognize a face Sofie knew the silhouette was staring at her. She was feeling more and more uncomfortable and wanted to keep going but her curiosity decided to stay and observe. It was a strange moment. Shortly after, without any premonition the figure started to move. It was moving along the hill's profile and Sofie couldn't keep an eye off it. A strange feeling of relaxation and warmth overcame the girl as her eyes, almost hypnotized, moved along with the silhouette. The warm sensation increased as Sofie realized that underneath her skirt lots and lots of urine was slowly pouring down her legs and into her shoes. Scared she tried to stop the flow by pressing her hands against her crotch as thight as she could but the urine kept pouring out of her uncontrolably. Sofie panicked, it felt like she just lost the power over her body. End of part one.
  12. Preface: So this is my first attempt at writing fiction so it might not be the best, but all suggestions are welcome and i'd love to hear what you guys think! This first chapter is going to mainly be set up for the rest of the story and doesn't have any desperation yet Anyway this story is based on a game-show in the UK called the weakest link, it’s a sort of quiz show where contestants are asked questions and have to work together but also against each other to win the most money possible. That is what this story is based on, just with my own omorashi themed twist, hope you enjoy. Chapter 1 - The set up. Fiction background: During the early 2020’s quiz shows were on the way out, desperate to find a solution and draw in more views, the executives of one of the biggest quiz shows “the weakest link” decided to make some big changes. They wanted to add another challenge and a sense of jeopardy to the show, making it more exciting for viewers to watch and more enticing for potential contestants. The game: The game itself is simple, the more questions you get right in a row the more money you have the chance to win. The first question of a round is worth £20, if you answer two in a row correctly it goes up to 50, three is 100, then it goes 200, 300, 450, 600, 800, and finally the ninth question is worth £1000. However to get the money a contestant must say the word “bank” before they are asked their question, meaning you don’t know if you are going to know the answer before you bank. If you get the question wrong, you start again at 0 so it’s also a game of chance. You can constantly bank at £20 safely but won’t make the most money that requires you to risk getting it wrong and losing it all. The twist: Now all of that is how the game works up until the changes, but in this version there is a twist, which is why you are all here. As well as being a game of intellect, it’s also a game of strength. As you see, for each £1 banked, 1ml of water is also banked, to be shared out between contestants at the end of each round. The more money they make, the more they have to hold. Additionally a strongest link and weakest link are announced, this is the person who got the most right and most wrong answers. The strongest link does not receive any of the banked water, while the weakest gets half of the total. The rest is then shared between the other contestants. So for example, with 6 people and 1000ml banked, the strongest receives 0ml, the weakest 500ml and the other 4 get 125ml. Due to this change, it also opened up the game to new players who might not be the smartest, but were good at holding. Now without further ado - Today’s contestants: Alex – A fair skinned and top heavy brunette in her mid-20’s, currently working as a waitress. Her Strongest category is Music. Today she is wearing a pair of light khaki pants, with a black crop top. Amanda – A tall blonde in her late 30’s, currently a college tutor of science, her strongest category is unsurprisingly also science. She is wearing a stylish white pinstripe blazer and matching suit pants. Claudia – A Slim with bright green eyes in contrast to her jet black hair, in her late 20’s she is currently working as a weather girl for a local tv station. Her strongest category is pop-culture. She is wearing a flowing green top, showing a decent amount of cleavage, paired with a short denim skirt. Katy – A Curvy 19 year old with dark brown hair and hazelnut brown eyes to match, currently working as a dancer her strongest category is fashion. She is wearing an extremely tight and figure hugging, knee length purple dress, paired with a large decorative black bow around her waist. Olivia – A tall slim woman in her early 30’s, with light brown almost strawberry blonde hair and deep blue eyes. Currently working as an admin assistant at a local law firm, her strongest category is current events. She is wearing a strapless red dress that hugs her slim figure well. Scarlet – The oldest of the group in her early 40’s, a slightly larger woman with bright blonder hair and green eyes. Currently a stay at home mother with her two children, her strongest category is sports. She is wearing a pair of well-loved denim jeans and a loose fitting blue blouse. Sorry thats it for now, but like I said would love to know what you guys think of the idea?
  13. There was one guy on here who was fabulous. Forgot his name, but I wasn’t thr best customer to work with back then and even though I said sorry they don’t want to do another story for me which is fine. Wondering if there’s anyone or anywhere else to pay for stories??? Omorashi in general
  14. This is my first attempt of a series of short stories I plan on making, if the feedback is good I'll be motivated to write more! Also this helps me become a better writer, I hope to one day be a pretty popular writer on here, so let's see! (This will be a fiction series) On a bright sunny morning of November the sun was shining brightly through kaileys blinds as the alarm on her phone was going off. "Ughh.." she groaned and stretched checking the time and she wasn't late, thankfully, yesterday she woke up 20 minutes late and barely made it out the door, but she wasn't letting that happen today. She got out of bed and took off her pink pjs and took off her plain white panties and threw them on the floor and grabbed a pair of adorable pink panties with little white hearts all over them and she matched that wonderfully with a pink bra, and while she was checking herself out in the mirror she held her Crotch and groaned "gotta empty the morning bladder" she said to herself and put on a black skirt that went quite a bit above the knees.. but she didnt care, she liked the attention and, deep down occasionally she would like to tease the guys that tried to look up her skirts, she found enjoyment in that, she also loved the fact that she was absolutely beautiful and claimed to be the most beautiful girl in grade 11, her luxurious blonde hair captured the attention of most guys, and she always made it soft and wavy in the morning so it flowed beautifully down her back and shoulders, her eyes were an ocean blue and her face was soft and cute, she was pretty curvy and she also had a set of nice breasts which she took pride in greatly! After she emptied the main drain she sighed in relief and got to getting ready and soon she was out the door! She said goodbye to her parents and went on with her day and met her best friend Jessica down the street and they hugged and bounced up and down, kaileys skirt bouncing up and down with her opposite body movements and they giggled and chatted the whole way on the bus, the 2 girls were both beautiful, both blonde and both kinky, making a perfect little friendship. They arrived to school and kailey went to the cafeteria and got a milk to start her day and they walked throughout the school before finding a spot to sit for the next 20 minutes before the bell rang, they chatted and giggled the whole time as kailey drank her milk and Jessica sipped her coffee Jessica saw under the table that kaileys legs were spread and she saw her panties "nice pink panties, they look adorable on you" she said and kailey giggled wiggling on the seat keeping her legs spread, not afraid for people to see "Thought I'd tease a few boys today and give them something nice to look at" she giggled and kept them spread out as guys looked at her but not up the skirt.. yet. The bell rang for first period and the girls waved goodbye, kailey was starting her day off with English class, followed by Math, 2 classes which which she was pretty good at.. she pulled out her big water bottle and set it on the very right corner perfectly of her single desk and pulled out her textbook and she remembered 'oh shit, I've got a science test 4th.. I completely forgot' she thought and twirled her thumbs in her beautiful silky hair.. the day dragged on and she kept drinking from her bottle, filling her bladder, she didnt have a really big bladder, so 4 little bottles of water was enough to fill her little bladder. When it was lunch time a few hours later, she was studying for her science test, she was with Jessica again sitting outside as guys walked by and she had her legs spread and guys walked by looking and peering up and she giggled, but Jessica noticed that she was squirming pretty badly "Kayls?" "Yeah?.." she said and turned her legs facing her and tightened her big thighs together "You gotta pee?" She smirked and leaned forward looking up to her on the table, kailey blushed with a red hot face "Maybe.. yes very badly, but I've gotta study for this damn science test, and I cant miss out or I'm just gonna forget" she said whining a bit letting out a whimper which turned Jessica on and she reached up her skirt and touched herself briefly lining the squirming and whining "Mhm, well go use the bathroom you've still got 5 minutes" she giggled and kailey nodded and went to use the bathroom, and when she found it and went inside all the stalls were full and there was girls waiting right in line 'oh my God are you fucking kidding me..'she said and left and went to get her stuff and Jessica was there on her phone "better?" She asked smiling "The bathroom is fucking full" kailey groaned and got her stuff and put it in her bag "Well the bell is gonn-" and as Jessica said that the bell rang and kailey groaned "Mr Macdonald better let me piss.." she said "If not you could go in your panties" Jessica said giggling "No, that's disgusting I dont wanna ruin them and thats so embarrassing" kailey said bouncing up and down squeezing her thighs "Suit yourself" Jessica said and walked off and kailey thought 'Why would she want me to wet myself?.. that's so weird surely it must feel so gross, what a weirdo' and she ran to the last class with her legs clenched and got in her assigned seat right on the middle row on the far left side of the class and set her bag down And when the bell for class rang her teacher walked in and closed the door and passed out the tests to everyone and when he stopped at her table she tapped his shoulder "please.. may I use the washroom?" She said and he shook his head no "You had your chance, so hold it" he said and went and sat at his desk "You may begin" he said and everyone put their heads down and started and so did kailey.. she was so desperate to go she could burst right there, and she still had an 1:15 to go.. she had to try and hold it as best she could.. Midway through the test she was just over halfway done and she was really really needing to go.. and she had her left hand shoved up her skirt clenching her panties, which were surprisingly still dry. But then she let out a leak and she felt a tiny little wet spot which didnt bug her but it meant she wasn't able to hold for much longer.. and she kept on holding it. Throughout the class she kept leaking dampening her panties a bit and she started to panic 'no no no no.. this cant be happening' she said so faintly and let out a spurt into her panties and she whimpered.. they were pretty damp, she lifted up her skirt slightly and saw they were still bright pink except where her bum was, she could feel it being a bit wet and it was warm.. and she enjoyed the little warmth and there was a little bit of a darker spot near the bottom of the chair and a tiny little puddle on the chair 'I cant.. I cant hold it much longer, this is gonna be the end of my life' she said and let out a leak on purpose to see if would relive stress and it didnt.. it made it worse and she grinded her teeth and set her pencil down 'fuck it.. I've just gotta go..'she said and inched forward and lifted her skirt a bit so it wasn't under her ass so it wouldn't get wet and she slid to the back of her chair and rolled her skirt up so her panties were fully visible and she groaned before a loud hissing sound came from her panties, the golden fluid gushed out at a million miles an hour splattering into her oanties causing a loud hissing sound and the splattering of the pee on the floor was loud and she hit her head against the desk and started to cry loudly as it continued to flood out of her, she could.feel her panties getting absolutely destroyed by the hot piss as it spread up the front of her panties and the back.. she continued to pee at full force for about half a minute before it dripped off the chair and the hissing stopped and all that could be heard was the faint cries from her and her skirt flopped back down covering her panties slightly.. they were so warm.. and wet they clung to her soaked pussy nicely but this was a horrible spot to have an accident and she looked down while sobbing her tears adding to the puddle which spread under the whole table to the chair infront of her as it dripped from her chair still.. "Kailey go to the nurse, and take your stuff he said and she packed up leaving her test on the table.. when she walked she left a few dribbles in the hall from her still drenched panties and she sat in the nurses office and called her mom and she rushed to pick her up and soon she got ther and she hopped in the car and rolled up her skirt to inspect the damage and.. it was bad, the front of her panties were drenched, only having a small untouched bright pink spot near the top and the patch up the back went about 2/3 of the way up her ass, and sat back and thought to herself 'that.. didnt feel that bad.. it was just a horrible time, maybe ill try again.. I dont know' Once home she showered and put on a new pair of white panties and threw the drenched pink ones in the wash, and she plopped her pink pjs again and googled "wetting" on and incognito tab and found articles on peeing yourself and why it feels so good and she browsed and browsed before closing the tab and laying down "I'll try it again tomorrow" and she closed her eyes and took a nap To be continued?..
  15. Hello there I hope everyone is doing well right now, with all of the craziness going on. I myself am doing well. Work has also slowed down a fair bit, and I have even more time on my hands than I did before! With that being said, this has actually been on my mind for awhile, but I wasn’t sure how I would do it, or if I wanted to do it at all. I’m still not entirely sure about it, which is why I wanted to get some feedback. I’ve done a fair bit of writing on here, as well a couple unfinished stories still in the works. I wanted to get a general idea of whether or not anyone would be interested in ordering commissioned stories from me? I’d be open to writing just about anything omorashi related, and I would be open minded to exploring other ideas as well. Just nothing too extreme, or you know, illegal (which should go without saying)! I wouldn’t plan to charge much because I’ve obviously never done this before. But overall, is this something anyone would be interested in? Feel free to leave your questions or comments below!
  16. For many personal reasons, I do NOT like seeing real life nudity of any kind. I was wondering if anyone else has the same preference as me. I generally only love cartoon Omorashi.
  17. Tiffany’s Omo Accidents This is my first ever story, of any kind, so sorry it is kind of trash and has grammatical errors. Please give me some feedback Characters Tiffany: An 18 year old high school senior who is interested in Omorashi, and does it whenever she can, but sometimes she forgets her prior commitments, and ends up in quite the pickle. Dana: Tiffany’s best friend, who also loves omo, but is much more responsible. Tiffany also dabbles a bit as a diaper lover, and may rope Tiffany into it too. But this story is not about diaper lovers. Chapter 1 Tiffany was excited. Her parents were asleep, no one was around, and her holding session was beginning to get intense. She knew from experience, her bladder was at the point where it could not last more than 20 minutes.. It was at the point where she couldn’t keep scrolling through social media, and her full attention went to her bladder. She was fidgeting, walking around, occasionally pressing her hand on her crotch to stop from leaking. She was truly hap- *Beep**Beep**Beep* Her alarm went off. It spooked her so much that the lifted her hand off her crotch, causing a small leak that dampened the inside of her panties. Tiffany always loved her beauty sleep, so she set her alarm for 7:30, which gave her about 10 minutes to get ready for school before her bus came. She was already in her school uniform (she had been holding it since after school the previous day) and rushed to pack her bags. She narrowly made it on the bus in time. This entire time she still managed to keep her hand on her crotch, which got her some strange looks from other students, but Tiffany did not notice. She didn’t realize her predicament until Dana asked her about it. “So girl, how did the hold to end all holds end up” Dana asked. Tiffany had been hyping up the hold for a while as a 16 hour hold with 4 litres of water in her system. No sleeping it off either. Tiffany was struck with the horror of realizing that she was on the bus for 20 minutes (she lived quite a distance from her school) with a bladder that already screamed to be released. “I forgot to release” moaned Tiffany, she put her hands on her face. “You can still hold it right?” Dana asked. Tiffany let go of her crotch, instantly , causing Tiffany to spray for a second. It was not visible on her skirt, but there was now a large dark spot on her grey cotton panites. Tiffany could not hold it unless she bent over completely and held crotch tightly. Otherwise she would spray and risk explaining a massive wet spot on the bus seat. 5 minutes later and Tiffany was squirming so much that the squeak of her bus seat got her glances from several places around the bus. If she was to have an accident on the bus, it would not be the first time her classmates saw her have one. She was trying so hard, but kept leaking. It got to the point where the seat was clearly damp, but she just had to make it to school so she could feel the sweet relief of emptying her bladder. A few minutes away from school, things went from bad to worse. Tiffany was working so hard to hold that she was a ghostly shade of white. Her bladder clearly stuck out from the rest of her body, and she was desperately pinching her crotch in order to not embarrass herself again in front of her fellow classmates. After what seemed like an eternity, the bus rolled to a stop. Dana knew what to do, she helped Tiffany up, even though it made Tiffany spray for a good 3 seconds. It formed a small puddle a under her. Everyone saw and rushed out of Dana and Tiffany’s way. They were walking on the sidewalk up to the school-to the bathrooms of sweet relief-when Jake, the most attractive boy in school came into view. “Look” Dana exclaimed “It’s Jake”. It was widely known Tiffany had a crush on Jake. Tiffany sprang up, ready to converse with Jake, but as they started to face each other, Tiffany’s bladder erupted. She began urinating uncontrollably and the urine quickly formed a puddle on the ground, she wanted to stop-but she couldn’t. The relief was so intense, she couldn’t help but orgasm as she continued to pee for a solid minute and a half. The urine was completely translucent and spilled out onto the grass in front of the school and the street on the other side. It lapped over Jake’s shoes, as he stood in complete shock and awe of what had happened. Tiffany’s bladder was still aching and her urethra was on fire, she tried to stammer an apology, but Jake ran away before she could speak a word. Please tell me about any changes I should make to this chapter, or what should happen in the next chapter.
  18. I've been on this site for quite a while now, but always as a lurker, since I don't really have content to contribute, and since I'm generally not looking to make friends here (no offense to you guys, most of you seem nice), but I thought that I should celebrate the new year and my personal 5th anniversary on the site with a look back at my favorite content that I've found on this site, by this site (all of which happen to be stories, hence the title of this post.) I should mention that I'm only going to include finished stories for the actual top 5; I'll include unfinished or dropped stories in the honorable mentions. I also should mention that I absolutely haven't read everything on this site, so while you could call this a recommendation list, you've probably seen at least 1 or 2 of these before, and there's bound to be some blind spots here (for example, I wasn't into guys for most of my time on this site, and I still heavily prefer girls in omo, so this list will be almost all female omo stories). Without further ado, here's the list, in no particular order, and with synopses of each so you know what you're getting into if you're unfamiliar: 1. My Mom is Such a B----! by @Peter Pants This was one of the first stories I got into when I started actually browsing more often on here, (I liked it enough that the last comment in the thread is an old comment from me) but after reading it again last year, I can safely say that I think it holds up. The story follows a girl named Jane, a high school senior forced back into diapers by her very strict and overprotective mom, and is written from the perspective of Peter, Jane's childhood friend who has a crush on her that he's already shared, and a particular fetish that he hasn't. From there, the story turns into a (mostly) sweet romance story, with a pair of simple but believable leads with very genuine chemistry who are absolutely worth following for the story's novel-length duration. In terms of fetishes, it's pretty vanilla by this site's standards, and it's pretty tame when it comes to sexual content, but I think that adds to the comfy atmosphere the story has. I think I've read this story three times, and every time I have, I've gotten this fairly cozy and nostalgic feeling from it. Aside from the high-school setting and the sweet friendship the two leads share, I feel like the softcore content could add to that as well. 2. Desperate Demon by @satyr A lot of you guys probably followed this one back when it was coming out last year, but it still feels fresh and worth mentioning here, as Satyr is (Was? His account seems to have been de-activated) one of my favorite writers on the site, and this is, in my opinion, his best story. Described by Satyr himself as "a supernatural-horror-omorashi-romcom thing," the story follows Adam, a seemingly-normal down-on-his-luck guy in his 20s who, bored out of his mind, manages to summon and bind a high demoness of pride named Asha, who hates the situation about as much as you'd imagine. As a result of the summoning, she has lost almost all of her demonic power, and gained almost all of the downsides of human biology. And as a result of the binding, the demon can't leave Adam's side, can't harm him, and can't do much without a direct order from him. I think you can guess where this is going. Regardless, the two search for a way to return Asha home, but quickly end up developing into an odd couple while doing so, adding an extra complication to a process already involving highly-obscure and highly-specific occult rituals. Compared to the previous omo-romcom mentioned here, Desperate Demon has a much more complicated and fantastical premise, and has to walk a pretty narrow tightrope of both tone and genre, but I think the story manages to work with all of this well, only feeling tonally unbalanced for one or two scenes. 3. Weekend at the Grandparents' by @TheGreatNobody Probably one of the most famous stories on this site, partially because of the fact that it took over half a decade to finish, and partially because of the genuinely captivating writing that made people willing to wait that long. The premise here is simple, following two sisters, Julie (18) and Kathy (16), as they go with their parents for a short weekend-long vacation to their grandparents' house. However, for some strange reason, the more time the two sisters spend there, the more their bladder control seems to weaken. While this doesn't affect Kathy much, seeing as she already wasn't the best at keeping her clothes dry, it really gets under Julie's skin since she's so close to adulthood, and she grows distant from her family for a short while as she struggles with her newfound continence issues. Julie manages to find the source of this problem and turn things around for herself later on, but I won't spoil how, as it honestly took me by surprise the first time I read this story. That being said, this story is less about plot twists and more about the atmosphere and characterization. By keeping the scope of the story so small, and by laser-focusing in on one perspective, TheGreatNobody really manages to effectively get you inside of Julie's head, and by the time I was done with this story, it felt like I'd been following her life for a month, rather than a weekend. 4. The Pressure To Pamper by @MasterXploder Now, everything I've included up to this point has been original stories, but the topic these go in is fiction and fanfiction, so I thought I should include one fanfic, and maybe it's just because I found it again in the featured content page, but MasterXploder's 3-Part Senko-san fanfic is my favorite finished fanfic on the site, and I think it's a treat from start to finish, regardless of whether you've seen the anime it's based on (I haven't). Senko, the title character of the anime, is a Shinto(?) fox spirit, sent to watch over a busy software developer by the name of Nakano, and she fulfills her divine duty by pampering him relentlessly when he's home. She often puts his own needs above her own, and in this fic, this includes bathroom needs. The first two parts of the fic take this premise and tell a simple but detailed desperation story, with the first part being a literal prologue to the real struggle. The third part takes place a few days later, and involves an arrogant rival fox spirit named Shiro challenging Senko to a holding contest, which is fittingly drawn-out and contentious, considering the literally divine holding abilities we're dealing with here. You'll have to read for yourself to see who wins the contest. But yeah, there isn't much else to say here. It's just a fun and comfy little short story, with the three entries giving you a good sense of the characters and their dynamics without overstaying its welcome. 5. Desperation Dungeon by @Bulge_Lover Another very famous and long-running story on the site, and one that kinda breaks the rules I set, but I just couldn't resist including a story this detailed and ambitious, especially when the first part of the story was essentially stated to be finished by Bulge_Lover. The story here follows a young woman named Megan, who works as a camgirl to pay for her college tuition. However, one day a mysterious woman simply called "Kay" shows up on her stream with a large donation and a request for a private show, which she says is for "research, of a sort." The research she's referring to is a test of bladder strength, which Megan passes with flying colors. Because of the show she put on, Kay offers Megan a job as an adult film actress, but it's far from a standard gig. Kay offers Megan millions of dollars for just 5 days on set, and rather than having any sex, Megan, alongside Kay's other hand-picked actresses, are simply asked to hold their pee to their absolute limits. From there, some of the most vivid and detailed desperation writing you'll find on the internet ensues, with an equally-lively cast to join in on these tests of human capacity, and a setting just pushing the limits of reality enough to enhance the fantasy. Honestly, it's been a little while since I've re-read this one, but there's little doubt in my mind that it'd be just as erotic the second time around. (Especially if that planned revision/remaster comes around soon ) Anyway, my phone's starting to have trouble processing this self-indulgent textwall, so I'll post the honorable mentions separately, probably tomorrow since it's pretty late.
  19. Hi! I'm a freelance writer who plans to post my practice mini-stories here to get the word out about my writing and have a portfolio people can come to, seeing if they like my work enough to purchase something custom! Things I will NOT write: - Non-Consensual Sexual activity, anything non-sexual is totally fine. - Children being involved in sexual content, ABDL or CGL with an above 18 consenting adult is totally fine. Things I WILL write: - Anything that does not fall into the above categories! [Prices] 2 cents per word. 100 words = $2.00 Rush Orders are available, this means every word would be 4 cents per word. 100 words = $4.00 ~Must be paid before I start working, I have some commission work on my profile already if you'd like to take a peek at my writing style, or finished products. [Accepting] - Cashapp | Contact Me | Discord: Harpy#9737 Email: [email protected]
  20. Note: all characters are 18 years or older. also, first story....go easy on me. As the sun peeked over the horizon Johnathan sat up and looked through the dirty windows of the abandoned building he and his sister, Kelly, were staying in. He leaned over and poked Kelly “Kelly, it’s time to wake up.””Nooo! Five more minutes” “Kelly, get up now before the sun gets too high up. If you don’t we won’t be able to go outside to pee cause we’ll get burnt. So, get up now!” Johnathan said as he quickly pulled the blanket off of her revealing her wet sex underneath. Johnathan’s face turned as red as a fire truck as he asked “Kelly where are your underwear and pajama bottoms?””OH Shit” she yelled as she tried to cover herself up while blushing. “Language!” “I don’t give a fuck about my language go get my bag and get my skirt and underwear” she yelled “and get my bra and shirt too!” “Jesus! You may be older by five fuckin minutes but damn i have a stronger bladder, what is this the third fuckin time in two days that you’ve pissed your pants” “Yeah i pissed myself that’s better than what happened to you when you tried to drain that cow” “We agreed we’d never fucking mention that again!” “You shit yourself” “s..shut the fuck up!”Johnathan said as he started to unzip his jeans, he turned around and sighed as a powerful stream of pee flowed from his member. Little did he know Kelly had snuck up behind him “BOO!” Kelly yelled “OH” he yelped “shit Kelly you gave me a heart attack” Kelly giggled “ now turn around I gotta go too” Kelly turned around and squatted using Johnathan’s leg for support. She sighed as a weak stream poured from her sex “most of it came out last night” A few minutes later she stood up and pulled her panties up over her plump ass and then pulled up her black denim skirt and bucked her belt. She grabbed her helmet and goggles and scarf. She put the helmet and the goggles on then wrapped the scarf around her neck and cheeks. Johnathan had done the same, but had black jeans and a black long sleeve shirt. Kelly pulled on her black 3/4 length socks and pulled on her shoes. Johnathan pulled on his boots and grabbed the sleeping bags and tossed Kelly her now dry soiled clothes which she packed into a bag and slung it over her shoulder and walked outside to Johnathan’s bike. A WW2 era motorcycle with a sidecar. Kelly sat in the sidecar and Johnathan drove. After Johnathan climbed on he checked a snub nosed .44 revolver and holstered it in between the motorcycle and the sidecar. He started the engine, revved it and drove off down the road toward the highway. To be continued….
  21. | This is an old story I did a looong time ago that I wanted to post here to tide people over until I release my much longer personal piece of omorashi fiction! It isn't omo, and more feederism content, but if you're curious about what that is, it's chubbing someone up on purpose through overfeeding, this story has two female feeders and one male feeder. This story isn't sexual and rather short, but I think it's cute, enjoy! | “Awe come on now...Someone as cute as you not eating yet? It’s already six o’ clock Chase...” Her voice was incredibly silky smooth, like I had always enjoyed, my eyes flicking down to the tank top she was wearing. It was tight, showing all of the rolls she had. Her stomach was hanging out over her sweatpants, the purple spider web of stretch marks that were over her pale skin brought a warm tinge to my cheeks as I glanced away, needing an extra second to process what she said, a smirk covering my lips as I met her eyes, hoping I played it off well. “I...haha...Well you know me, I’ll be eating soon...You know that Natasha...” My smirk faltered as her friend came in, her curves were more in the hips and chest. My eyes refused to listen to me as they lingered, my hands moving away from my laptop, pushing it to the side, the pink tinge on my cheeks growing more intense as she chuckled...she had noticed my wandering gaze. “Did I hear that right Natty? Don’t tell me that Chase hasn’t eaten anything yet...That would be such a crime...if only someone had thought to get him something to eat, something greasy...filling...” The two women looked like they were planning something for sure, their eyes locking on each other before looking at me again, sending a shiver of anticipation up my spine for whatever reason. Alana, she was dark skinned, thick, and was a little younger than Natasha though both women were a handful of years older than me. The two had been here for days now, making sure I ate on time...Why they were so interested I had no idea. “Pfft guys...what’s gotten into the two of you? Is there something you’re not telling me?” I could already tell there was, their soft giggles making me smile in a way I couldn’t wipe off my face, the two women were leaning on each other, my eyes wanting to wander again...Glancing over the silky soft dark thighs of Alana, those shorts of hers clinging to those curves of hers… “We would tell you if you can stay focused, too much skin for you Chase?” Natty giggled, her red hair being brushed back over her shoulder as she stepped forward, one hand behind her back as she sauntered forward, her hips looked oh so good in those shorts. Natty came closer to the bed, even the frame creaking underneath her as she slid to sit in front of me, her chubby thighs seeming even bigger as she put between us a large bag of food. “I-I uhm, Natty, Alana?” My eyes were on the bag of food as I sat up, next to Natasha I was a stick, her hand moving to touch my arm, her eyes were very soft as they looked me up and down...That sent a shiver up my spine, keeping me from getting up fully as my eyes met hers. “There’s no need to get up hun, We just want to eat with you that’s all...” Alana came closer, moving to slide into the bed behind me, I was surrounded and the door was closed. “This seems...way too planned to be just eating with me...wh-what’s going on?” The blush on my cheeks had turned into a blazing fire, no doubt my cheeks and the bridge of my nose was a blaze of heat. Alana was also holding a bag, from another fast food place near here, making me gently sit back fully on the bed, the two women surrounded me, their legs forming a soft prison across my lap and against my back. “Nothing silly...You wouldn’t wanna send us away though, a sweet guy like you?” The bag crinkled as Alana leaned forward, her voice more than gentle, her soft chest pressing into my arm, the softness of it making my brain go blank blinking a bit, I couldn’t remember what I was going to say with the softness against me. Not to have all the attention on just one woman, Natty leaned forward, her fingers trailing across my jaw, making me turn my head to her she purred, the smirk on her face making whatever loose thoughts I had in my head run screaming for cover, the only thing that came out of my mouth was a breathy noise, as the two women shared a triumphant look, they knew they had me wrapped around their cute chubby fingers. Natasha slid her other hand into the brown paper bag that sat between those thighs of hers, bringing it back out a shiny wrapped package was between her chubby fingers, my eyes couldn’t be ripped away from her hands as she peeled back the foil. The sudden smell of food, greasy and fattening hit my nose and before I could even make a thought my stomach reacted, a loud ‘bbbbggrgrgrgg’ sounding as my stomach rumbled, jiggling just a bit. “There’s a good boy now, hungry aren’t you?” Despite myself, I nodded, eyes on the food, flicking up to meet her soft green ones, before she offered it to me. “Go ahead Chase, no need to be so shy...you can make a mess if you want~” Alana’s voice was in my ear, sending a soft push of her breath against my neck when she spoke, another shiver traveling down my spine. Their soft bodies pressing against me, I shifted my hips trying to stop myself from getting excited as I leaned forward. As I took a bite, I couldn’t help but take another, and another, filling up my mouth with the amazing taste of fast food and grease, a sound came from me, and I could tell they liked that. Alana’s hand was lingering on my ribs before it moved down to lift my shirt, exposing my stomach to the air, as I came up to breathe. “A-Alana...My stomach...I...” She gently shushed me, those soft lips pressing into the back of my neck she purred, her voice like silk as Natasha undid more of the burrito’s wrapper for me. “Shh baby, we’re just taking care of you, after all, we can’t let someone so cute go without eating now can we Natty?” The other woman nodded, as she pressed the steaming food closer to my face. It was more than halfway gone, I realized, my face flushing even more if that was possible my face already felt like it was burning from the touches of the women. “No we can’t~ What kind of feeders would we be?” I made a soft noise as Alana’s and gently squeezed my pudge, the feeling of her warm soft hand on my belly making it impossible to hide the boner I was trying to keep under wraps. I couldn’t keep the hunger down though, the minute the food was offered my face was buried in it, getting a little on my cheeks as the rest of the burrito was demolished, both women purring at how good I was being, their praise making me eager to earn more. “What a good boy~! So well behaved for us, Let’s get you some more shouldn’t we?” My belly already felt so much bigger then just one burrito should have made it, but it felt so good I didn’t care. Natasha’s hand replaced Alana’s, her hand just as soft, if not more so, I could feel her hand under my chin bringing my face to hers, she pressed a soft kiss to my cheekbone, a noise drawing itself from my chest. Then I felt the soft paper of a napkin pressed to my lips, taking away the mess I had made of myself before a burger was unwrapped in the palm of Alana’s hands...They were...sharing me? Taking turns with me? The burger smelled amazing, the spiced meat, pickles, ketchup...My stomach made a whale call, begging to have the food put into his mouth. Alana moved the unwrapped burger up to my lips, and I could feel myself drooling, my stomach nowhere near satisfied. I leaned forward eagerly, Alana chuckling as she gently pressed the food to my lips. “Barely even any bites and your tummy is already getting bigger...How big can you get Chase~?” Natty chuckled, her fingertips gently pressing into my pudge, the warmth of it made my stomach growl, a small whine coming from the bottom of my throat as I smelled the fries that were in the bag. Alana chuckled, pressing the food closer as Natty squeezed my ever-growing pudge. Before I even knew what was happening the burger wrapper in Alana’s hand was empty, dropped to the ground as she pulled out a carton of fries. Natty’s other hand that wasn’t caressing every single curve and stretch marks of my stomach, moved to pick up from inside the brown paper bag a thick milkshake with a covered lid though my stomach felt like it could hardly take anymore. The milkshake smelled just like a meal replacement shake, chock full of calories it would have been heavy to drink just on it’s own but with all this food? My stomach gurgled, protesting or begging for more. I wasn’t even sure anymore what it wanted more, the overhang of my gut, over my sweatpants, was sticking out so much farther than it had before as Natty put the straw past my lips. “Awe look at that~! Only halfway through and your stomach already is hanging down, how hungry were you baby?” Alana’s voice whispered in my ear, and I swear I almost died at the feeling of the two women pressing close. Sucking down the milkshake I could almost feel the way it pressed against my stomach, expanding in the hand of the woman. Her hand gently rubbed around my skin again as the milkshake disappeared, before I finally had to come up for air, panting softly, I groaned, my stomach felt so heavy...so full I seriously doubted I could eat anymore. Natasha wrapped her arms around me, her soft rolls pressing into me as my stomach sat on my thighs. I swear I could hear the praise dripping off of every word she spoke. “Chase you’re doing amazing, how does it feel being so full for me and Alana...I bet you love it don’t you? Feeling all chubby and cute, with a cute lil’ messy face~” After Natty spoke, she gave me a gentle squeeze, my stomach gurgling from the sheer volume of food being shifted in my stomach as a sound of pleasure escaped my lips. “Awe do you hear that Natasha~? He loves the way it feels in his belly, what a good little eater, I love a boy that can pack it away~” Alana chuckled, her fingers wanting a turn, she pressed them under my shirt, squeezing my belly and making it gurgle with the pressure. I felt the pressure rise up in my belly, before a belch left my lips both women giggling softly as they pressed closer, the smile on their faces making the blush come back from where it had previously been forgotten. “Oooh we should do this for you more often, what a cute lil piggy~” Natashsa moved her hand up, brushing it through my loosely curled dark hair, making me melt back into her hand as the warm feeling of overeating washed over me in waves, covering me in comfort. My pants were barely managing to stay together at the seams, my stomach was muffin topping over the waistband, it didn’t help that my boner wouldn’t be calmed these two women hanging off of me, as Alana moved to unwrap another burger, the smell of it making my stomach rumble. I didn’t think I could take eating a single other bite, but I opened my mouth taking the burger and swallowing the bites, my stomach gurgling in pleasure at the filling taste of it.
  22. I've tried to write omo fics in the past but all of them just seem so.. weird. Sometimes it feels rushed, or unnatural, or just plain cringey. I've only ever posted one fic online, and looking back at it now, it was the most cringiest thing I have ever put online for the public eye. Lately, I've been wanting to write omo fics again, for whatever reason. But before I actually sit down and write one, I'd like to know some tips and things to avoid. I want to go back in with some experience instead of just diving in head first like I used to.
  23. A follow on from my original series of 12 months of desperate workers. January: the gym owner Thomas was living his dream. Having been in the army for a number of years he knew and understood the importance of looking after your body and keeping fit. So it seemed perfect for him to be running his own gym. Business was doing good, party because he had been very business aware and made some great deals with local businesses that meant their employees could access the gym at a reduced cost with the employers paying the rest. For Thomas this meant he had a guaranteed monthly income regardless of how many clients came and he had just signed another deal with the NHS locally meaning he could take referrals from GP’s and pharmacists with the NHS paying a chunk of the fees. Of course Thomas knew this might change his overall client base substantially but it also generated a wider business and he needed that to survive. Thomas was thankful for loyal and well trained staff. The gym had been open three years now and thankfully he had managed to retain most of the original group of employees he had trained. Staffing was by far his biggest outlay so to help that expense Thomas worked long hours himself. January was always his busiest ever month. He was one of the few people thankful for the ‘new year, new start’ mantra and the proliferation of New Years resolutions. Thomas planned on doing al he could to break the trend of people attending the gym one month but never again. He put his life and soul into making working out as much of a passion for others as it was for him. Thomas had every part of his body honed and under his control. He ran his business like a machine and expected nothing but the best from everyone, including himself. So it came as quite a disappointment to him when Robin called in sick right in the first week of January! Thomas was fuming and found himself having to reschedule things to be able to do gym introductions to all the new clients Robin should have been training. Despite being stressed Thomas refused to let his frustrations affect his business so after his early morning workout he had a quick bottle of water in his office and a banana before seeing the first new client at 8am. Th first client signed up and paid their first month in advance and Thomas hoped he had done enough to convince them that the gym was a place for life not just for new year. Before he had even said goodbye he had to do another hours introduction to yet another new client, this time a middle aged woman who clearly hadn’t been in a gym in her life before. Thomas wasn’t even half way through the introduction when he felt his bladder sending him a signal that he should pop to the bathroom soon. He wasn’t going to walk out of an introduction though so he carried on showing the customer around and demonstrating some of the more basic equipment like the bikes and treadmill. He set a bike to its easiest setting and encouraged the client to try. She struggled and after just a few minutes Thomas helped her off. Worried he had put her off he veered her towards a side area with chairs and a computer and he switched on the computer to show some graphs and visuals of how regular exercise makes a huge difference. Thomas crossed his legs and bounced his knee a little as his need to pee increased quicker than he was comfortable with. He decided as soon as this client left he would make his way quickly to the toilet. He could see that the customer wasn’t likely to come often though she really would benefit from doing so. It wasn’t his place to judge though but he sighed inwardly when she leaned into her handbag and pulled out a can of cola. ‘Sorry, you can’t drink that in here. It’s our policy not to allow food and drink in the gym.’ ‘But they’ve all got bottles beside them?’ ‘Yes madam, water is actively encouraged and in fact everyone should be drinking around 2 litres of water daily and more if you exercise regularly. I’m afraid carbonated drinks do not count mam and we have a blanket policy if not allowing them here at all.’ ‘Mmm. Alright, can I have some water please?’ Reluctantly Thomas headed over to the water fountain and used a plastic cup to get the client some water, the gurgling water canister, the running tap and the filling cup all making his need to pee much greater. He carried the cup the few steps to the client and sat behind the computer as she casually put the cup to her lips and drank it all. ‘Thanks. How come you are not drinking since you think it’s so important then? I mean shouldn’t you be setting me an example since you seem to know everything that’s right for us?’ Thomas was annoyed. This woman had attitude and he just wanted her away so he could use the toilet and get on with his day. He had way better things to do with his morning and this was why he employed staff for tricky customers like this. Still she only had 15 minutes allocated time left in her introduction so Thomas took a deep breathe and answered as politely as he could. ‘Actually mam I have already had a quarter of my daily intake of water and will absolutely reach my two litre target and more by the end of the day. But just to show you how important it is I will have some now with you. Actually at your next introduction, should you wish to come back, my staff would be carrying out a full health check with one of those being a check to see how hydrated you actually are.’ Thomas couldn’t help but think his own measurements would be very high right now with such a full bladder but he kept quiet as he reluctantly once again walked over to the water container and filled another small cup of water and drank it all. It was cold, refreshing and lovely but Thomas knew it would just add to his already full bladder. He returned to his chair and crossed his legs while he tried to convince the customer to sign up. She left undecided and on her way out the door pulled the ring-pull to open her can of coke as if by some form of protest. Thomas sighed and shook his head before turning right around and heading for the bathroom. Except the receptionist stopped him before he got there. ‘Mr Rainman, sorry, it’s Simone from Waters Biscuits wanting to talk to you.’ Thomas turned, his bladder pushing strongly and his penis longing for release. ‘Can you ask if I can call her back please? Even in five minutes?’ ‘Unfortunately she’s about to leave the office and wanted to talk to you now before she goes. I told her you had just come to reception and were available. Sorry.’ Thomas wanted to scream. Can a man not get to have a piss around here? For goodness sake! But instead he said he would take the call in his office and went there right away. After all Waters Biscuits were one of the biggest local businesses as had a workforce of over 120 people. He could really make money if he could do a deal with them. He’d been trying to talk to them for months! He headed to his office and took the call. It lasted much longer than he wanted. For the first ten minutes he sat on his seat fidgeting and crossing his legs. He’d been so close to a bathroom, so tantalisingly close to peeing in a urinal and the thought made him so uncomfortable and increased his need exponentially. He was bursting now! He scissored his legs, bounced a little and moved his legs around. Still the call continued. He tried pacing the room. He tried standing against the wall. He even tried sitting on his table. Nothing seemed to take away from his ever filling and heavy bladder and his desperate need to piss. Still the call continued. Thomas sat back on his chair bouncing like a school boy and pinching himself closed. In his office his own water fountain gurgled, his large window overlooked the huge swimming pool and outside he could hear rain pouring down on the roof. The whole world was conspiring to make his need so urgent he felt if h e didn’t end the call soon he would regret it. He tried to close off. Simone kept talking. Thomas kept squeezing, pinching and rubbing. Simone wanted a date to meet to discuss things in more detail. Thomas wanted to piss like he had never wanted to piss in his life. He didn’t care when they met. He didn’t care how many people worked for them or how many he could sign up for his gym. He just wanted to relax and piss an ocean and NOW. Breathing heavily, sweating profusely and unable to sit or stand still Thomas suggested he pass the call back to his receptionist who could arrange a date. Things were so urgent Thomas has slipped a hand inside his gym trousers and he held his anatomy for dear life. Every second was dragging in. He was going to piss wether he was in a toilet or not. He had held as long as he could. Simone finally agreed to be passed back through and Thomas hung the cordless phone on its charger as he walked briskly to the door, one hand still down his trousers. He couldn’t leave his office in this state but if he let go he knew without a doubt he would shoot pee everywhere. He held himself tightly and headed over to the water fountain where he grabbed a small plastic cup and using his spare hand he placed the cup down his trousers and boxers and allowed a small amount of piss to escape. He had to concentrate so hard not to let much out but it was harder than he expected as his sphincter struggled to close the flow. Thomas placed the cup on his office table terrified still of letting go of his tightly pinched penis. Now free from the phone he muttered to himself. ‘Oh my God. I have to fucking piss so bad.’ He hobbled to the door still holding himself. ‘On the count of three Thomas just let go and run. You can do this.’ He told himself. So with his spare hand he opened the office door quickly pulling the other hand away from his underwear and waistband as he sprinted to the gents with urine dripping from his member. As he pushed the door open he made a beeline for the urinals pulling his elasticated joggers and boxers down as his penis strung up half erect from all his touching and urine filling it and piss cascaded out of it fast and loudly. With one hand Thomas guided his aim and with the other he leaned onto the wall, his body needing support with the effort and speed at which pee was rushing out of him. It was only 11:30am and he wasn’t due to finish work until 8pm. With all of Robin’s clients to see too he could only hope he wouldn’t need to hold again this badly before the end of the day. After all he still had one and a half litres of water still to consume and he did promise the middle age cola drinker he always drank enough. This could be a repeated problem if he didn’t watch out,
  24. I write fiction a lot, but usually it's novel-length work, and most of the time, none of the characters are dying for a piss! So please bear with me if this story isn't super great. It's based on my own experiences in my Japanese language class in college-- obviously, none of the events in this story really happened, but we needed to learn how to ask where the toilets were in Japanese, and it gave me the idea for this little fiction piece. The pictures I'm using are from my actual textbook. Enjoy! --- When Tomoko-san started taking Japanese, she had to admit she was a little nervous. She'd spoken the language at home when she was young, but had never studied it formally, and was worried that she wouldn't be nearly good enough to survive in a college environment. The class sessions were longer than her Spanish classes in high school had been, and she knew that the learning process would go much faster now. What if she wasn't good enough? What if she fell behind? She could imagine her grandmother, who had been fluent in Japanese while she was alive, shaking her head in disapproval. If Tomoko couldn't learn a language that her family had been speaking for generations, just what the Hell could she be good at? Being nervous had various effects on her body-- she tended to heat up a lot, and her bladder seemed to be half its normal size during moments of anxiety. So, for the first few sessions of Japanese class, she made sure to have plenty of cold water stored in a bottle in her backpack, and she made absolutely sure to visit the restrooms before class began. But before long, she realized that learning Japanese was actually going to be quite enjoyable. She started to relax in class, make friends with the teacher... some of her childhood memories of speaking Japanese even began to come back to her. But you know what they say... pride cometh before the fall. One morning, Tomoko woke up later than normal. She squirmed a little under her covers and moaned-- her bladder was full to the brim. That was normal enough-- she often woke in the night with a bursting bladder, rolled over in bed, and fell right back asleep, only to have to clutch herself and sprint to the toilets in the morning when 8 hours of pent-up piss tried to force itself out of her body. But today, she took one look at her watch and realized that if she didn't run to class now, she was going to be late for her first session. And being late was almost worse than needing to excuse herself in the middle of a lecture. So, she got up, quickly changed into a pair of tight leggings and a t-shirt, and left the dorm building, clenching her muscles tight to hold back the flood of hot urine currently weighing down her poor bladder. She was pretty sure she could see a bulge protruding between her hips-- she really had to go-- but she ignored it. The teacher had told them yesterday that today was going to be a very important lesson. --- There was no time for a potty break before class began. Tomoko gritted her teeth, crossing her legs for a moment before entering the classroom-- even in high school, it had been difficult for her to hold through a class when she was desperate, and college classes were almost double the length. But she decided that she could wait. She was an adult, after all-- she could control her bladder no matter how full it was. She sat down at the front of the class as per usual, pushing her backpack under her seat and trying not to listen to the sloshing of her full water bottle as the bag slumped against the floor. She was going to make it. She was going to make it. She just needed to pay attention to what the teacher was saying. The sensei greeted the class cheerfully, then told them to turn to page 277 in their textbook. "Today, we will be learning how to ask permission to use the restroom," she said. Tomoko's bladder tightened in her abdomen, and she let out a small gasp as her need increased substantially. She was very susceptible to the power of suggestion... simply asking for a toilet made her need to go. And she already needed to go. She needed to go badly! The first illustration on page 277 was of a young man in desperate need of a piss. It was a simple drawing-- no bladder bulge, no pee trickle-- but the look of urgency on the young man's cartoon face made Tomoko squirm. Oh God, she needed to piss. But she tried to listen to the teacher. "How do you say, 'Takeshi-san wants to go to the toilet?" the teacher asked. Tomoko and the rest of the class recited the words. Suddenly, a memory flashed in Tomoko's mind-- she was three years old and her bladder was full to the point of spurting, and she told her mother, "I need to pee!!!" in Japanese while dancing in place. Her mother laughed and told her she could hold it until they got home. (She couldn't, of course.) The memory sent Tomoko's current urge to pee skyrocketing, and she had to discreetly slip her hand between her thighs and give herself a quick squeeze. The urine was pressing low in her bladder at this point, signaling that it was time to go-- but Tomoko couldn't go. She had to wait. She needed to get through this class! The rest of the textbook page involved asking directions to various bathrooms-- Tomoko managed to get through that fairly well, politely telling her classmates where to go if they needed to relieve themselves. When it was her turn to ask where to toilets were, she felt a dribble of pee come through her urethra, but she stemmed the flow well enough. Then, came the worst part. "Roleplay time!" the teacher declared. Each of the students had to go up in front of the class with a partner and have a conversation-- express their desperation, ask where the toilets were, and then say thank-you for the directions. Tomoko was paired up with a slender young woman with blonde hair-- when it was their turn, the blonde girl leaned over and whispered, "Is it okay if you play the desperate one? I haven't peed all morning, and I don't think I'll survive admitting it out loud!" All morning?! Tomoko thought to herself. I haven't pissed since yesterday! But she was too polite to refuse, so she stood up, fighting gravity and a raging bladder, and went up in front of the class to do her roleplay. She tried really, really hard to play it cool. "I have to go so bad," she said in Japanese to the blonde girl. "I-- I drank three cups of hot tea this morning, and I cannot wait. I want to pee. Where is the toilet?" Her bladder contracted at the thought of being told where the bathrooms were, and poor Tomoko had to cross her legs to keep from completely flooding her leggings. The class laughed, not unkindly-- clearly, they thought she was just an excellent actress. The blonde girl grimaced. "Toilets are very far away," she said. "To get there..." The girl began listing off directions in stilted Japanese. It took her forever to get through a single step in the process-- Tomoko gritted her teeth and clenched her legs shut. God, why couldn't this blonde girl hurry up? She had to go badly too, didn't she? The sooner they were done, the sooner they could go back to their seats and forget the stress of possibly wetting in front of the class! The teacher interrupted every now and then to correct the blonde girl's awful grammar. With every delay, Tomoko's bladder pulsed a little more desperately, so full of piss that it hurt! She wished she could grab herself and dance around like she did as a child to ease her desperate need, but her classmates would figure out she wasn't faking eventually. She needed to get to a restroom. When the blonde girl was done giving her endless list of directions, the teacher frowned-- clearly, she wasn't impressed by their performance. "Not done yet," she said. "You need more practice. Tomoko-san, pretend that the toilets are broken, and ask Smith-san if you can use her home toilet." The blonde girl pointed at the door. "Toilets are broken," she said in Japanese. "You will need to wait." Tomoko could feel the piss leaking out of her bladder and into her underwear-- she tried not to moan. She couldn't wait-- she wasn't going to make it much longer without bursting-- she needed to get out of this classroom! "Smith-san, may I-- may I use your restroom?" she asked. The blonde girl started to give directions, but Tomoko felt her bladder leak a longer, hotter spurt, and she realized that it was now or never. "Otearai ni ikitai desu!" she yelped, then dashed out of the room. Even once she was out of the classroom, she had no idea if she was going to make it to the toilets in time. Tomoko grabbed her crotch and ran as fast as she could, gushing spurts of pee escaping with every jolting step she took-- damn Smith-san! Tomoko half-fell down the stairs to the lower floor, where the ladies room was waiting for her. She burst through the doors of the restroom, slammed into a stall, bolted the door with shaking hands, and managed to get her pants down before she completely lost it. --- Hope you enjoyed my first attempt at omorashi fiction! I swear I'm better at writing when I'm not focusing on holding my own pee, lol.
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