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👑 The Trinket By Horatio Husky Commissioned by Hunter Chapter One The Will Hunter sighed as his mother, who he was currently on the phone with, continued to drawl about the contractual obligations he now had to abide by. His great aunt, or now his late great aunt, had left him a few things in her will that came with a few specific rules. The fennec fox had barely known her, other than seeing her at a Christmas party and once during Thanksgiving when he was very young. She was not really even his aunt, being an in-law and a cheetah to boot. He had heard a few stories about her, some from his mother who had always spoken about her with a degree of awe mixed with disapproval. Whether or not she was even really his aunt in-law was in question sometimes, but her presence in the family was nevertheless appreciated, if not coveted. She had been an Egyptianologist, but not the kind that mostly stays on the campus of a university. Accused several times of being no better than a bounty hunter with a college degree, she would often beguile whoever cared to listen at the taverns and bars she was often found at about her great adventures in the middle east. There were usually many stories told and drinks bought during such evenings. Her alcoholism aside, she had apparently kept up her taste for adventuring into abandoned tombs and caves right up until the very end. They never recovered her, but enough time had passed where her body had been declared lost and her vast collection of artifacts reclaimed by the museums and universities. Judging from their hasty reclamation of such items, they had been waiting for exactly such an opportunity as her disappearance. They had claimed most of the artifacts, at least. “So like, dumb it down for me a bit, Mom?” Hunter asked, a slight note of exasperation coloring his tone of voice as one of his large ears flicked to the side in irritation. It was his mother’s turn to sigh, which was followed up by a response. “You just can’t sell any of the stuff. You’re supposed to keep it as if it were a family heirloom. There’s some evidence to support that this does belong to us give or take a hundred generations.” Hunter replied back. “Right, don’t sell. Just keep it. Anything else?” “Not until they go through the rest of her possessions and check her records. You might be getting some money too, but that’ll take a while.” Right… After the state takes its hefty cut… Hunter thought to himself, but he did his best to keep his sense of sarcasm out of the conversation. “Great, thanks Mom.” “Of course honey, was there anything else you wanted to know about Auntie Tare?” Hunter, knowing that this would probably prolong the conversation for another good hour, shook his head before realizing that his mother could not see his reaction. He cleared his throat before he spoke. “Hrm… No, no. I think I’m good for now, still… Processing and all that. I’ll talk to you later Mom.” “Okay sweetie, let me know what’s in the box. It looks mysterious!” “Yeah, I will. Love you Mom.” “Love you sweetie, bye bye now.” The line went silent, and Hunter put his phone down on the table with a sigh of relief. As silence enveloped the apartment, interrupted only by the soft hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen, the fennec’s gaze drifted over to the box that sat in front of him on the dining room table. The word that could describe the wooden container could only be described as ornate. Carvings of Egyptian hieroglyphs laced with what he suspected was gold lining on the borders of the miniature crate gave the appearance of a most valuable item being stored inside. The wood had been treated with oil, and with great care as well. Part of him wondered if the box might be empty, as the container itself looked relatively valuable. Whatever it was, he was not surprised that his aunt had mentioned that he was not allowed to sell it. I’d probably make a pretty penny off of it too… Hunter mused to himself, as he pushed his chair back and stood up, only to crouch in front of the box in order to more closely examine its decor. He was not literate in Egyptian hieroglyphs, nor was he particularly interested in learning more about them. History had always bored the little fox, and despite having a renowned, though estranged, Egyptologist in the family it never sparked the same fascination and excitement as it did in Aunt Tare. Well, might as well have a look then. Reaching forward, he undid the clasp on the front of the box and pushed the lid open. Its hinges worked silently, and Hunter immediately noted that the entire inside of the box was laced with a vibrant, purple velvet. Amidst the swathes of cloth, Hunter beheld a palm sized brooch made of a mixture of dulled copper and gold. Marveling at it, the fennec’s eyes widened as he scanned its surface. The fennec picked it up with a paw and noted its significant weight. Equipped with a pin which Hunter presumed was intended to keep a cloak around a traveler’s shoulders, Hunter turned the brooch over and let out a surprised breath. The ornament had been placed upside down in its container, and it was studded with several small jewels with one large piece in its center. Peering closely at them, it took Hunter a moment to realize that they were opals. In the center of the metal disk, the largest of the opals was oval in shape. It gleamed as if freshly polished when it caught the last of the afternoon sun streaming from Hunter’s half shuttered window. A small scratch in the center of the opal was the only blemish on the piece, revealing the rainbow colored insides of the gem that refracted in ever changing patterns of color as he turned it over. Strangely, despite the fact that it had been sitting in the box ever since it had been delivered to his doorstep inside of its own, discrete cardboard container, the brooch was warm to the touch. And it felt like it was getting warmer. “It’s… pretty…” Hunter said lamely, to no one in particular. His initial curiosity had been sated, and he was now coming to the conclusion that he really had no use for the gem-encrusted display piece other than to perhaps show it off for his friends. The more he thought about it, being the owner of such a valuable piece now might mean that he would have to take insurance out on it. Great… Another responsibility… The fennec thought grimly to himself. Hunter was about to set the artifact down, when the opal flashed catching his eyes. Blinking, he looked down at the gem and wondered if he had imagined the sudden luminescence that had come from the piece. Gingerly, he brought it back up to his eyes and peered closely at the scratch on the gem’s surface to see if he had missed some refractive angle inside of the opal’s crack. Seeing that there was nothing he could immediately detect, he placed the brooch back down in its comfortable bed, this time right side up with the opal facing the ceiling of his apartment. He thought about where he should put the box, glancing around his apartment and seeing now apparent free space where he might rest it. I’ll probably just chuck it into my closet or something… His stomach rumbled, reminding him that his mother’s phone call had caused him to miss lunch at a reasonable hour. Closing the box, he decided to put his inheritance out of his mind for the time being. Padding over to his closet, he picked out his jacket and fumbled the keys to his apartment out of the bowl they rested in. I’m kind of hankering for some chicken… He thought to himself, his mind already beginning to drift away from the strange set of rocks that were now his, now and forever. He did, however, check twice that he had locked the door to his apartment before bounding down the staircase leading to the lobby of his apartment complex.

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Chapter 1 Scott could hardly contain his giddiness as he turned his steering wheel to make a left at the intersection. After several weeks of careful planning, scheming, checking, and rechecking, he finally had a free weekend for himself. He had spent those weeks ordering discrete packages filled with supplies of a particular nature and tinkering in his garage on a device that he hoped would be able to fulfill his wildest fantasies. He could feel his heart pound in his chest as he put his blinker on and changed lanes, wanting to get home as soon as legally possible. Scott had had a great week at work, his boss had been admiring the white leopard's progress for a while now. He had recently designed a filing system that, according to his calculations, had increased the company’s data storage system by a whole 12.4%. The subsequent increase in efficiency had also increased his paycheck to a much sizable amount, which he had recently been putting to good use. Scott was a brilliant engineer and computer programmer, his passion for creation had brought him to work for Sky-TEC industries, a company that specializes in creating computers whose processing power and ability to complete tasks in incredibly low amounts of time had brought them up to one of the best technology companies in the world. But as brilliant as this company was, Scott was just a little bit more brilliant. Scott had quite unmistakably come into contact with a piece of technology that was top secret and incredibly powerful. Many would use it for great evil, while some might use it to achieve near indestructibility. Scott however, wasn't particularly interested in any of those things. Scott had some very private tendencies that he had never shared with anyone since he was a child. Specifically, he loved indulging in infantile fantasies, imagining himself just like a little kid again. From feeling the warmth of a freshly soaked diaper, to the pleasurable struggle of being put in bondage whilst wearing a soiled diaper, unable to do anything about his current predicament, to the wonderful childlike freedom of just wearing a diaper and t-shirt whilst watching children's shows on TV. Scott had spent a good amount of time imagining exactly what he'd love to do to or by himself if he had the time and resources to fulfill his fantasies. Fantasies that he hoped would be fulfilled very soon. Scott pulled into the driveway of his comfortable little home. It wasn't anything special, he had little furnishings to decorate it with, but it had what he liked to consider an "aesthetical amount of space". He turned off the engine, grabbed his shoulder bag, and exited the car, walking into his garage. He flicked on the lights, and as the light bulbs blinked awake the device that he'd spent months on putting together sat on his workshop table. To put it bluntly, Scott had been programming a device that would essentially stop time itself. Through a combination of biotechnology, an improbability-engine, and a calculator that essentially worked on the whimsical nature of the polarity of electrons whirling around in titanium atoms in the contraption, the device was able to access the particular genetic code of the user and ignore all cells with the sequence, then continue to all other organic matter and inorganic matter and "freeze them in place". Scott didn't fully understand it, but he knew how to put the parts together and calibrate the machine. One might think that experimenting with such a device would be incredibly risky, but Scott had that figured out as well. He had coded in a fail-safe into the device. If a large amount of cells of the individual who had activated the device began to shut down at a rapid enough pace indicating possible death, it would essentially reverse the freezing process restoring reality to normal. Scott picked up the device with baited breath. It didn't look like anything special, like a TV remote except with fewer buttons and what looked like more volume controls. He connected his phone to the remote and fed it information about the current time, position of earth relative to the sun, and relative temperatures around the world. He hoped that the device would be able to send out the proper frequency into the molecules around it, setting off the time freezing reaction properly. He knew that if it failed, it may fail spectacularly, possibly even harming him despite the fail safe. A green light on the device shone, indicating that it was ready to be activated. He closed his eyes, pressed his eyes shut, and pushed a large red button with his finger. A loud rushing sound echoed through his ears, he fell backwards sputtering and coughing, he felt as if everything in a single part of his body was getting lightly tickled with electricity, he yelled in alarm, but before he could yell for more than a second it all stopped. Scott looked around. Everything looked. . . normal. He went over to the garage switch and pressed it, a whirring sound came from the door as it opened. He padded outside and his jaw dropped. Birds hung eerily in the air, much like bricks don't. Leaves stood stalk still, frozen as a gust of wind was blowing through it. Scott fanned himself with a paw experimentally, looking at it as he felt the air particles against his whiskers and fur. He had done it. He had created a device that stopped time. It stopped time for everything and everyone! Everyone, except him. Scott hooted and hollered! He started running down the street, passing cars with passengers in them halfway through a sip of coffee, forming a word as they talked on the phones, or smiling jaws and maws agape as they sang to their favorite car songs. Scotts saw planes and clouds, unmoving in the sky, felt the warmth of the sun on his fur as it peeked behind a cloud, permanently, until adjusted by the remote of course. Scott stopped running in the middle of an intersection and turned around and around, taking in the view. He laughed, joyous that he had achieved something that most thought was only possible in sci-fi movies and fantasy novels. Suddenly, he remembered why he had gone so ridiculously out of his way with his invention. He turned tail sprinted back to his house and got quickly inside, closing his door, not bothering to lock it. Who would try bothering him now if every ‘who’ was frozen in time? He walked inside his sparsely furnished living room and opened one of the brown boxes he had sitting there. A fresh waft of baby powder and ointment met his feline nostrils as he admired the contents of the box. Within it lay several large, fluffy adult diapers, each themed with little cartoons of various baby animals wearing diapers. Some looked sleepy, others laughed in joy, while still others were too busy with a toy to do anything else. Scott shuddered with excitement and let out a shaky sigh. Finally, I can unwind like I've always wanted to. He thought, as his tail twitched in anticipation. He looked at the other boxes, knowing that what they contained would only increase the amount of fun he was about to have. He grinned, and speaking aloud to no one said, “It’s going to be a good weekend."

🦊 Isle of Foxes By Horatio Husky Commissioned by ArtMckinley Part One ”Island” Janet Parker kept her breathing steady, and her sights up. Disembarking from the rowboat after having crossed part of the East China Sea, the young anthropologist’s arms had shook even as she hauled the boat ashore. Still, after having furtively glanced around the deserted shoreline, she confirmed that she had managed to arrive undetected. Shouldering her backpack and hefting her emergency supplies kit out of the boat, she had half carried, half dragged her supplies to the jungle’s edge and hoisted her baggage into a small nestling of exposed rock. There, she would set up her camp. No fire or open forest floor plan for Janet, however. The mission she was attempting to undertake required utmost discretion, for not only was she going to have to camouflage her encampment as best as she could, but the boat would also have to be hauled further onto the island and hidden with brush. Still, Janet figured, she had some time yet. Carefully unpacking some of her supplies, she laid out the spokes and tarp that would make up her tent. Patterned the same lush hues of green as the surrounding underbrush, the anthropologist internally crossed her fingers that she would remain undetected. As she began to erect the tent, moving the expanding metal rods and tough, industrial string through the various pores of the tarp, her mind wandered back to the grueling process that had led her to the island she had been fascinated with since childhood. Maps of ‘Okidaitōjima’ had covered the walls in her bedroom ever since she was twelve. Previously known as ‘Rasa Island’ but also known as ‘Abreojos’ by its Spanish discoverer Bernardo de la Torre, who had become all too familiar with its perilously shallow surrounding shores, it was not the geography or its history that fascinated Janet. For thousands of years, the Japanese islanders who inhabited the Okinawa Islands held the island as sacred and forbidden to set foot upon. Untouched by humanity for hundreds of years, the island was rumored to be home to the only known species of intelligent, anthropomorphic foxes. Only recently had satellite imagery confirmed that the island was, in fact, inhabited. Changes in the island’s landscape and blurry images supplied by the satellite’s imagery suggested that there was indeed a primitive presence on the island. Janet still remembered the moment she had first viewed the low resolution pictures of erected watch towers and small huts, covered in leafy green vines and appearing almost as if they had been grown out of the forest into a desired shape. She had almost spat out her morning coffee when, unnoticed by her colleagues, a suspiciously orange shape appeared to be perched neatly in one of the towers. She had kept this observation to herself of course. Janet knew that if she founded her request to her university’s funding committee based on what most considered to be Japanese folklore she would be laughed out of the conference room. Persuading the Japanese government to lift the sanctions protecting the island’s shores from visitors of any kind was no easy task either. After several months of back and forth, Janet had opened her office mailbox to the welcome sight of a red envelope addressed to her personally. Inside of it, she was greeted with a letter proudly marked with the logo of the Japanese embassy. Not only had she been granted a researcher’s visa, but she would become the very first civilized human being to study the island’s inhabitants. Janet had gotten her chance, a childhood dream to prove to the world that lateral sentient evolution had occurred in other mammalian species. With any luck, after collecting enough evidence to make her claim undisprovable, she would begin a new career as the world’s first and leading anthropomorphologist. Janet regarded her handiwork, noting with a sense of self-satisfaction that her practice at home had paid off. From afar, the tent she had just constructed appeared indistinguishable from the surrounding jungle flora. In fact, she thought to herself, I’ll have to take careful note of its surrounding landmarks if I’m to find it again… After taking a moment to carefully study her immediate area, noting a particularly mossy boulder only a few feet away from her camp, she turned her gaze over to the metal and plastic watercraft she had arrived in. Its exterior had been painted a dull gray with a motley of military green intermixed with its rather unappealing color scheme. Despite having been designed to match the surrounding jungle, the glossy waterproofing it had been covered with caught the sun in a dazzling reflection. Janet made her way towards the boat, nervously glancing behind her shoulder at the looming watchtowers that just poked over the canopy of the jungle behind her. I really hope they haven’t been looking in this direction for the past hour… Stretching her arms above her head and behind her back as she strode purposefully towards the craft, she limbered herself up in preparation for a grueling haul towards the jungle’s edge. With several undignified grunts of effort and a lot of panting later, Janet was grateful to find that after pulling the boat onto the looser, dryer sand her efforts became significantly less labored. Half an hour later, Janet stood with her arms on her hips as she squinted hard at the boat, which was now concealed under a hefty amount of fallen branches and leaves. Sure… If you look at it long enough you’ll notice something is amiss… But that’s only if you expect to see something out of place. Contenting herself with the thought that after a day or two worth of tropical jungle rainfall the hidden boat would sink more organically into its surroundings, Janet waded through the sand back towards her tent. After a few minutes of anxiously scanning the jungle, her eyes alighted on the boulder she had set as her landmark and soon enough she was crawling inside of her makeshift abode. It was getting late, the sun began to cast the western part of the island with rosier hues, shifting from its lustrous, daytime yellow to a soft, warm red. The inside of her tent was growing darker at a much faster rate than the beach outside, so Janet quickly prepared her evening meal with what little light she had left. She opened one of the bento boxes she had purchased at the harbor, knowing she would have to savor the first few meals on the island as she went through her fresh rations before she would have to resort to eating dried food, and the few canned goods she had brought alone that would have to be consumed cold. Looking up, she took a minute to meditate before she dug in. I actually made it… Too concerned with ensuring that her base of operations was set up quickly and undetected, Janet had not allowed herself a moment to truly let the enormity of where she was impact her fully. She was on ‘the Isle of Foxes,’ the very one that her father had read to her when she was just a little girl. A giddy expression spread across her face as she looked down at her meal, shaking her head in jubilant disbelief. She had done it, years of university with her nose stuck in dusty books followed by a delicate campaign to convince a sovereign nation to allow her to set foot on one of their sacred islands. And she had managed to accomplish it all. Janet Parker did her best to compose herself then, not wanting to let her sense of victory and relief become premature. She still had a job to do, after all. With any luck, she would be able to use the week’s worth of time her limited supplies allowed her to glean enough data from the island’s inhabitants to serve as a milestone for the entire field of anthropology. Reaching forward, the young researcher undid one of the flaps of her tent to reveal the setting sun, gently descending down into the giant ocean pool beneath it. That day’s sunset serving as her evening meal’s entertainment, Janet took her time slowly picking up clumps of rice and pieces of pork dumpling with her chopsticks. The last hints of the sun had just barely disappeared beneath the horizon when she finished. Shrugging off her travel ware, Janet stripped down into her underwear before nestling herself into her sleeping bag. The inside of the tent was a little warm for her comfort, but she knew better than to fall asleep exposed to the elements. The temperature would drop quickly, and she would not have her dream field expedition burdened by a head cold. Janet allowed her eyelids to grow heavy, taking in slow, deep breaths as she calmed herself down to further expedite the onset of sleep. It was difficult at first, her mind was a whirl with the following day’s duties and plans. But eventually, she found herself nodding off, the muffled sounds of jungle insects and nightlife creeping into her dreams as she dozed off into a tired, deep slumber. ⤐ ⬷ Janet crept through the jungle foliage at a crouch. Every dozen steps or so, she would glance around furtively in the canopy above before slowly standing up to locate the beaten path she was trailing. The explorer had to take care to not walk on any of the jungle paths, as the likelihood of discovery by one of the island’s inhabitants taking the same path was too much to risk. This made the going very slow, as Janet had to take time to not only maneuver around obstacles such as gnarled roots or dense vegetation, but she had to do so without making too much noise or damaging the plants. This proved more challenging than she had originally anticipated, and sweat beaded her brow as the morning slowly shifted into afternoon, the island’s temperature rising as the sun continued to bombard it with summer’s radiation. As she ventured through, Janet’s eyes alighted on the various dried grass and wooden effigies that stood erected in the trees above, or swinging gently from a motley of vines like marionette puppets. Janet keenly noted that each of the wooden figurines appeared each to sport a distinct set of pointed ears at the top of their heads. This fact alone restirred the excitement of the butterflies inside of Janet’s stomach. Still, despite the discomfort and slow traversing, Janet knew she was making progress. Her nostrils had caught a whiff of smoke, telling her that she must be getting closer to the primitive encampment. The smell of cooked fish and a strange, pungent herb had accompanied the woodsmoke. They must be good trappers… There haven’t been any reports of seeing them in the waters… Janet reflected to herself, inching her around an overturned log. Eager to see for herself, the anthropologist stopped as she spotted the back wall of one of the huts about a hundred meters away from her. Walking towards the village on the ground was far too dangerous, and Janet glanced around the surrounding trees as she decided that now would be a perfect time to execute phase two of her covert observation plan. She stretched once more, recalling the advice of her acrobatics instructor from her youth as she assessed which tree would be easiest for her to scale. Her gaze settled on a particularly large looking tree, covered in a dense blanket of vines and moss that would serve well for gripholds and traction. With a muffled grunt, Janet grabbed the nearest vine and hoisted herself up, her ankles gripping the leafy rope tightly as she began to ascend. One hand over another, Janet felt the excitement of the ascent course through her, quickly replacing the idle boredom of having to slowly sneak through the tropical forest. Janet reached for the branch above her, her knuckles turning white as her fingers gripped the aged bark enough to support her entire weight. Grabbing onto another part of the same branch with her other hand, she felt her grip loosen as her heart skipped a beat. Bits of decayed bark fell down to the forest floor below as she swayed precariously, holding on with only four of her fingers; the foliage below appeared dangerously far beneath her. She gasped, only just barely stifling the yell of fright that had welled up in her chest as she remembered where she was and what she was doing. Silently, her face contorted into a pained expression of effort and desperation. She swung herself from side to side, before reaching up and grabbing the branch once more with her other hand. To her relief, the wood held, and bit by bit she was able to haul herself up until she kneeled safely on the tree’s rigid bough. Janet took a moment to catch her breath, her chest heaving as her nerves calmed themselves down from the fight or flight response. Trying not to think about the fact that she had almost plummeted to her death, Janet quickly shuffled along the branch and began to make her way slowly through the canopy in the direction of the primitive village. A quarter of an hour later, she had closed the hundred meter distance. The smell of cooking fires and sizzling meat now punctuated the air, causing Janet’s mouth to water. Whatever the island’s inhabitants were cooking up, it smelled delicious. The anthropologist almost regretted having to conduct the research undetected, as she would have loved in that moment to break bread with the cooks of the island. She could now hear muffled voices, remarkably high-pitched for a collection of human primitives. Janet did her best to control her breath, her vision still obstructed by the large hut in front of her. She would have to creep along the branch, and do her best to glean what she could from the leafy canopy above. Janet’s right hand crept slowly into her satchel, ruffling around its contents until her fingers came into contact with the cool metal of her camera. Quietly, she took it out of her bag. She was about to begin a slow, methodical crawl across the tree’s branch when she heard the distinct sound of rustling leaves to her left. Before she could react, a voice that sounded like a squeaky child’s inquiry almost caused her to fall out of the tree in surprise. Janet’s head whipped around towards the source of the voice. Her jaw dropped open, her eyes growing wide as she beheld the sight in front of her. Standing on two paws at roughly a meter in height, with a blood orange colored fur coat, was a fox.

🐻 Matilda the Bear By Horatio Husky Commission for ArtMckinley Chapter I. Matilda inhaled deeply, closing her eyes as the night air of the forest filled her spirit lungs and nostrils with a sweet, damp scent. The leaves and branches crunched satisfyingly underneath her large foot paws as she walked along her usual midnight stroll, the bottom of her dress billowing beneath her but above the dew covered grass, keeping itself away from its moisture. The being had dressed herself in a maternal looking apron on top of her dress, resembling the image of a motherly caretaker from decades past. She always had a habit of taking a while to catch up to modern fashions, and enjoyed staying a little behind in the times. Her figure was still intimidating despite her motherly appearance, long brown hair, a towering height of well over seven feet, and as with most females bear spirits she bore heavy set breasts and large arms and legs. As a spirit, however, she wasn’t bothered by her appearance, and fully embraced her largeness with a positive personality. Not to mention, she had other worries than how she looked. Her concerns were with the locals and their relation to the forest, keeping sure that each stayed where they belonged and didn’t bother each other too much. That’s when the car with its brights on and music blaring decided to park by the side of the road bordering the forest, her ears perked up, and she followed the source of the noise. Goodness me! If this is Tom again getting home late and drunk his wife isn’t the only one that is going to have strong words with him, she thought to herself annoyedly, remembering how one of the locals had a bad habit of drinking and driving, and how on multiple occasions she had to nurse him back to health herself. The distinct smell of booze was in the air as she approached, her sensitive nostrils picking up a few other choice scents as she drew closer. Are those teenagers out again sleeping with each other away from their parents? Goodness me the youth today truly are shameless! At last she stood next to the car by the passenger side window, she leaned over and peeked inside. Much to her horror, the scene before her was uglier than any she had seen before. Covered in sweat and runny make-up a girl who looked to be in her early twenties lay in the driver’s seat, her breath reeking of alcohol as she moaned to herself loudly, her right hand stuck in the front of her pants working its way in and out of what Matilda presumed to be her unspeakables. Several black highlights were present in her dirty blonde hair, and she was clad in what was in Matilda’s opinion, “Scant, modern rags.” “What do you think you’re doing, young lady? Do you know what time it is? And goodness gracious, do you have any idea how naughty this behavior is! Drunk and touching yourself in the middle of the forest, tsk tsk. You do know that it's a school night and the squirrel kids have to be up bright and early to go to their nut-gathering classes! And don’t even get me started on the birds and worms!” The young woman started at first, turning to gaze at the forest spirit and narrowing her eyes, having difficulty focusing on her blacked out state. Suddenly comprehension dawned on her incapacitated state of mind, and she let out a yelp. “BEAR! PLEASE SOMEBODY HELP THERE’S A BEAR OUTSIDE MY WINDOW!” She fumbled with her keys to get them into the ignition, but Matilda was too quick for her. “You’re not going anywhere tonight young lady, you’re coming with me!” Before she realized what was happening, the bear had walked around the front of the car, opened the driver’s seat, and gently extricated the young lady from her car. Cradling her gently in her arms, she entered into a brisk walk back into the forest towards her home, the young lady blinking and trying to come to her senses while the world spun around her. “L-let me go! I don’t want to be eaten! W-why are you talking anyway… What are you… You’re a bear!” The young woman’s words slurred, which only added to Matilda’s disapproval, “Your behavior is absolutely inappropriate, young lady, a fine thing such as yourself has so much more potential in this world. Ladies like you should be in school learning to make the world a better place, not ravaging through drink and self-indulgence! And if not school you should be finding yourself a husband or wife! This really doesn’t suit you.” The young woman was now utterly confused. Why is this bear talking to me like she’s my mom? Did somebody slip something into my drink and now I’m hallucinating? Before long the party of two had arrived at Matilda’s cottage, a humble looking abode with smoke coming out of a chimney in the back and a comfortable looking porch in the front. “Let’s get you cleaned up now and perhaps something warm in your stomach, if it can handle it. How does that sound, kitten?” ‘Kitten’ blinked her eyes, unable to believe what she was seeing. The inside of the cottage looked nothing like she expected it too. They hadn’t entered a one room building like she expected, but they were now standing in the front hallway of what looked to be quite a large house. As her blurry vision cleared slightly, she saw a staircase leading up to a second floor, and several rooms connecting to each other on the first floor including a kitchen, living room, and what she presumed to be a dining room. “How… What… Wh-” “Hush now dearest, we need to get you cleaned up and in your crib! It’s way past your bed-time.” The young lady was now utterly confused, and almost completely convinced that what she was experiencing was either a hallucination or a drunkenly induced dream. “I’m never drinking again…” she muttered to herself, rather unconvincingly. “Well that’s a start at least! There’s plenty of other things I’ll be training out of you, but that's the one that’s definitely near the top of the list!” After wiping her foot-paws on the rug near the front of the door and locking the door behind her, the bear carried her charge up the stairs of her home and turned a corner, leading them into a white, spacious bathroom. Patterns of smiling ducks, sailors, and beach animals decorated the walls, and a large bathtub in the corner decorated the interior of the bathroom space. Before she had time to marvel at how clean and pristine the bear kept the place looking, Kitten found the bear was now tugging at her clothing, stripping her down naked. “What are you doing!? D-don’t take my clothes off!” The bear stopped for a moment, a patient expression on her muzzle as she set the girl down on the counter. Adopting a chiding tone, she explained, “Now now little one, I can’t get you cleaned up if you’re still wearing all this icky clothing! Not to mention they’re not fit for somebody as pretty as you. Be good now!” She shook her head, still protesting, “Stop touching my clothes you stupid bitch, I told you I didn’t want your help!” Suddenly the world shifted and turned almost upside down. Before she knew it, she was lying stomach down in the bear’s lap. “What are you- OWW!” Whap! went Matilda’s paw as she spanked her charge’s now exposed behind. She cried out, much to her own surprise as tears poured down her cheeks. Matilda tutted under her breath and continued to rhythmically deliver punishment onto her kitten’s behind. “Now look what I have to do, I don’t like giving spankings but you have simply given me no choice. I bet your mother would not approve of the potty mouth that you have developed either!” At this point the girl was now sobbing, snot coming out of her nostrils as the tears further smudged her already spread make-up. Matilda’s ears perked up, as she heard the human mutter and babble out what sounded like a pitiful apology. She quirked an eyebrow, and paused a little longer before she delivered the next smack on the quickly reddening cheeks of her charge. Well that was quick… She seems to be pretty malleable in this state… Hmm… Perhaps…? Speaking in a clear voice, she paused after her 19th spank and addressed the pitiful looking girl in her lap in an authoritative tone. “Now then, are you going to be speaking like that to Mama Bear ever again? Or do I have to show you more of what girls with potty mouths get?” Practically blubbering, the young woman shook her head and managed to stammer out, “N-no… I’m not going to s-speak like that to you again… P-promise!” She spoke, her words intermixed with hiccups and shaking sobs. Matilda realized that she was barely lucid as she lay completely still and limp in her lap, unable to resist the punishment that she had been delivering on her bare behind. She continued, maintaining the same dominating tone of voice as she further chastised, “I thought so! Drinking and touching yourself and staying out late at night, not to mention driving under the influence! You’ve been a very, very naughty girl and you’re going to get even more spanking if you keep this up! You’re lucky I’m letting you off tonight because you’re tired and probably are in great need of a bath and a good night’s sleep! Are you going to behave for me while I clean you up, young lady?” Nodding emphatically, the girl continued to sob and pant in Matilda’s lap. Matilda gently lifted her charge up and laid her head against her shoulder, standing up and supporting her underneath her bottom as she did so. “Now then, let’s get you cleaned up shall we?” Gently carrying her over to the bathtub she deposited her inside, turning the water on and tugging off the young woman’s shirt, the last of the clothing that she had been wearing. “Now, what should we call you?” Matilda mused to herself out loud, as she turned on the warm water and adjusted the girl’s body into a rough sitting position, pouring some shampoo into the water as it began to rise up around her legs. “Hmm… I think Annie would suit you quite nicely, don’t you think so dear?” Annie’s eyes fluttered in response, and she groaned softly, her brow furrowing in a contorted, pained expression. A second trickle sounded in the air, and Matilda quickly realized that her blacked out charge was now adding her own urine to the bathwater. “Goodness me! It’s a good thing we got you in the bath before you soiled yourself! We’re going to have to do something about that if you’re going to be sleeping on my bed sheets! Now, I should still have the nursery set up.” Turning off the faucets she drained the bath before turning on the hot water once more. Retrieving a large rag she dipped it into the steaming water and started to gently wash the girl’s body, holding her various limbs and taking great care that her washing felt soft and gentle. The bear began to hum a tune under her breath as she worked away, speaking softly and cooing over Annie as she washed the make-up from her face and dabbed at her sensitive bits, ensuring that she was clean from top to bottom. “That should do it, all squeaky clean! Let’s get you dried then.” She turned off the water and pulled the plug, letting the bathwater and soap suds swirl away as she picked Annie up and out of the tub, laying her down on a towel she had spread on the bathroom floor. Annie could barely comprehend what was happening to her as Matilda ruffled her short, tomboyish hair in a towel and wrapped her up in the one she was laying on. Satisfied that she was dry, the bear scooped her up, still wrapped in the towel and carried her out of the bathroom. Walking down the hallway she took a left before she entered a room that Annie thought must have been a figment of her imagination. It looked like a regular nursery, except every piece of furniture, toys, and even the diapers beneath the changing table seemed to be oversized. Annie blinked twice, her vision still blurry, and a singular thought bubbled up to the surface of her drunken mind, “I crashed my car, hit my head, and now I’m seeing things…”

IT: Infant Tech By Horatio Husky Commissioned by Bolt Chapter 1: The Office Bolt readjusted his glasses. This was a nervous habit of his, which he would perform with relative frequency whenever he was working with unruly code. Sat in front of his desk, garbed in his normal office attire of dress shirt, black dress pants, classy shoes, and stylish bowtie, the husky was deeply immersed within the contents of his computer screen. The husky’s office cubicle was relatively orderly; a Newton's cradle and Rubik’s Cube served as the only available knick-knacks. The husky knew full well that too much desk clutter was a prime environment for distraction. Sometimes, however, a little distraction was necessary to allow his mind to wander just far enough for him to be able to get some perspective. He had been staring at his computer screen for about two hours straight at that point, and despite the blue light filter in his glasses he could feel his warm, brown eyes beginning to dry up just a little bit. A semicolon… really… that was the error? A sense of weariness suddenly overcame the husky. Moving his right paw, he delicately stroked his keyboard a few times until he had typed in the correction to his code. Bolt leaned back in his chair. He pulled down softly on his one droopy ear, another habit he often performed when deep in coding contemplation. Unseen, conveniently hidden in the break room by drawn blinds, two felines stood holding respective mugs of coffee. A caracal and tiger, the two giant cat species had their attention focused on the husky through a break in the blinds which the tiger held slightly open with an extended claw. Yuri’s had a singular protracted claw, his other paw holding the mug of joe in his paw with a firm, confident grip. Cinder, on the other hand, appeared to be every semblance of calm, cool, and collected. He lounged leisurely against the countertop, gazing down the bridge of his nose at the same husky that had just now caught his feline companion’s attention. “Another office crush, Yuri?” Withdrawing his gaze momentarily from gazing between the break in the blinds, the tiger gave the caracal his best withering look. Which, coming from a tiger, is quite an intimidating experience. The desert cat was left unphased, however, as he had been at the end of such an unflattering glance more often than not. Idly, he took a sip from his coffee mug and cocked his head to the side, his long, pointed ears flopping to the side dramatically. “Oh don’t look so grumpy, kitty cat. Shall I bring out the ball of yarn so you can feel better?” Yuri, who had grown used to the unwavering confidence that the caracal seemed to have a true abundance of, chose to ignore the comment and turn his attention back to staring at the husky. From his vantage point, he could see that the husky appeared to be well distracted and in the midst of work. Having only recently quit his temping position at the company, the husky was now able to exercise his full work ethic with the accompaniment of financial compensation. At this rate, he would be employee of the month in no time. Yuri’s golden, feline eyes pierced through the husky with a predator-like ferocity. Something inside of the tiger told him that not all was what it seemed with the newest member of IT. It was while Cinder was idly browsing through his phone, disappointed that he was unable to get a rise out of his tiger friend when Yuri gasped. Cinder knew this was important. Deftly placing his mug of coffee on the counter he pushed himself off the counter in a quiet, controlled leap landing right next to the tiger. “What is it?” He whispered softly, his feline instincts kicking in as the two cats’ slitted eyes narrowed as they gazed at the oblivious canine. Bolt sighed, stood up, and turned around to pick up a small laptop on the desk behind him. As he did so, an uncharacteristically large bulge in his rear end pressed against the seam of his pants. Cinder’s mouth dropped wide open, an uncharacteristically surprised face coloring the feline’s sharp, noble features. Yuri simply smiled, chuckling softly under his breath which came as a deep rumble inside of the massive cat’s throat. He spoke under his breath. “We got ourselves another one…” “This is the second one this month! How do they keep falling into our paws like this?” Yuri shook his head, a gratified smile across his muzzle as he placed a heavy, reassuring paw on the smaller cat’s shoulder. “Alright, like we did last time. I’ve still got the carseat set up and he looks pretty gullible. I think we’ll be having some good fun tonight, kitten.” Cinder blushed slightly towards the end of the tiger’s comment, knowing full well what the larger cat was referring to. It wasn’t so long ago that he had been the subject of the tiger’s cleverly designed trap. Yuri turned around, in a series of purposeful movements he drained the remainder of his coffee into the sink before depositing his mug on the dirtied dish rack. Taking out his car keys, he placed them on the countertop before departing. His striped tail floating majestically behind him, the muscular feline shouldered his way through the door of the office kitchenette and made his way over to the husky’s cubicle. Cinder had picked up the car keys, slyly lowering them into his pocket before silently exiting after the tiger, making his way towards the building’s garage level. The image of confidence, Yuri loomed over the husky casting a shadow over him. Bolt took quick notice of this, and turned around in his seat to gaze up frightfully at the intimidating fur in front of him, blinking several times. “Uhm… Can I-” “Yes, you can. I’m Yuri. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” The cat extended a massive paw towards the husky. Bolt, recovering quickly, smiled in kind and took it on his own, giving it a firm squeeze as he replied with a clarity in his voice that took even him by surprise. “Hi Yuri, I’m Bolt. The pleasure is all mine.” Confident little scrappy mutt, isn’t he? Ohhh I like him… This should be fun! Yuri’s smile broadened, now feeling a sense of genuine delight at having witnessed a confident introduction accompanied by a firm handshake. He didn’t much like wimps, even though he did enjoy putting them in their place. Cinder had shown significantly less bravado than the canine in front of him, and only after he had discovered the truth behind the tiger’s intentions did he warm up. No, this pup has spunk! It’ll be even more fun to see him crawl now… Still smiling, the tiger motioned with a jerk of his head towards the elevator that led to the garage level below. “Bolt, I’ve got a few computer towers in my car that I worked on over the weekend. I really would have no trouble transporting them myself, but if you come along it’ll only take one trip. How about we use it as an excuse to take a break from work with a little aerobic exercise and a friendly chat, hmm?” Understanding quickly, Bolt nodded and smiled congenially. Closing down his computer, he stood up and nodded indicating that the tiger should lead the way. Yuri turned, and began to make his way towards the elevator. Glancing back briefly, to ensure that Bolt was coming along. Given the size of the cat, Bolt had to take a step and a half for every step the tiger took. The subtle waddle the husky was unconsciously exhibiting slightly was now more apparent. Suspicions confirmed, the tiger turned to face forward with a look of satisfaction on his muzzle. “It’ll be the grey minivan, the company likes its Chrystlers.” Yuri spoke, his tone a low rumble as the two entered the elevator and the tiger pressed a button marked ‘G’ while Bolt nodded in response. The two stood silently in the elevator, waiting patiently for the lift to descend down to the parking garage several levels beneath the ground floor. The company building itself was relatively massive, sporting fourteen proud stories above and three below. The two were stationed on the fifth floor, so the descent was relatively brief. Ding! The elevator doors opened to reveal rows of sparsely populated parking spots, the smell of concrete with a hint of car exhaust hitting their nostrils as Yuri led the way. “I’m parked towards the back.” He stated simply, his smirk hidden behind his turned back as he heard the husky behind him pick up speed to keep pace with him. Everything is running smoothly… “Alright, take a look at what I’ve got here for you!” Speaking confident, he opened the passenger side door with a flourish to reveal what was inside. It took Bolt a moment to process what he was seeing. In front of him appeared to be a baby’s carseat, except no ordinary one. This particular seat looked large enough to comfortably seat him, with an impressively robust five point harness that looked as if not even Yuri would be able to break through it. Stunned, the husky stood open mouthed for a few seconds while he tried to process what he was looking at. This was exactly the opportunity that Yuri and Cinder were looking for. “Now, before we get you snuggly buckled up for your car ride little guy, let’s check something really quick.” Unable to react in time, Yuri placed his hands underneath the husky’s armpits and raised him up effortlessly. Taken by surprise, Bolt let out a whimper while his legs dangled helplessly behind him. As suddenly as he had been picked up, he felt something fiddling with the front of his belt buckle. Twisting around, his cheeks burning bright red, he was able to catch a glimpse of the Caracal he had seen wandering around the office earlier trying to undo his pants. At last he succeeded accompanied by an exclamation. “Aha! There we are.” His pants now around his ankles, Bolt’s choice of underwear that morning was now on full display for both of the large cats to examine. “Just as I thought, we have a little puppy on our hands.” Yuri stated, a condescending but not unkindly tone in his voice. Bolt was now blushing furiously, his tail curled between his legs in a vain attempt to hide the large, white diaper that hugged his waist snuggly. It was apparent to both of the onlookers that it was designed with both comfort and absorbance in mind, as a trail of puppy paws ran from the front middle all the way through the back. “You won’t be needing these, I don’t think.” As Bolt spluttered, an overwhelming feeling of helplessness and smallness washing over him as he continued to be held up in the air, Cinder delicately disentangled his pants from his ankles. Now, he wore only his work shirt and sneakers, which made him feel incredibly exposed. The tiger looked him up and down, an expression of approval across his muzzle while Cinder neatly folded the husky’s pants and placed them under his right arm. “Cinder, do me the favor of checking the puppy’s diaper, would you?” At the direct mention of his padding, the husky’s ears folded against the top of his head. Tail tucked between his legs, cheeks burning, and ears pinned, the canine was the spitting image of an utterly flustered pup. Grinning, Cinder placed an authoritative paw over the front of the dog’s thick padding, squeezing gently before cupping the back in turn. Pressing it upwards, as if to further remind Bolt of what he was wearing, the caracal shook his head as he replied. “Still dry, surprisingly enough,” Cinder commented. “Well then, I think we should do something about that,” said Yuri, giving the husky a large, toothy smile before depositing him into the oversized booster seat. “W-wait a second! I一mmpf!” Bolt, having finally been able to find his voice, barely managed to splutter out a complete sentence before he was silenced by Cinder, who had apparently been waiting for such a moment. Crossing his eyes, Bolt looked down to see what had interrupted his exclamation while Cinder tightened something behind his head. His vision obscured by the caracal’s red-orange fur, the husky only became aware that he had been fully buckled into the carseat when he felt the harness tighten over his shoulders, waist, and onto the front of his diaper pressing it up against him. The husky’s heart was now beating quickly, limbs flailing. As if in anticipation of this, Yuri swiftly grabbed each of his wrists and looped them through soft, padded cuffs. His wrists now suspended by his head, his arms held upwards in an incredibly vulnerable position, he found that he was no longer able to struggle as effectively as before. Cinder had grabbed his ankles and pulled them through a similar set of cuffs that prevented him from raising his ankles more than a few inches away from the bottom of the carseat. Both cats stepped back and took a moment to admire their handiwork. Bolt looked down to see what they had done to him, a lock glowed softly from a small panel that served as the center-point for all of the buckles. From what the husky could gather, the locking mechanism appeared to be activated by a touchscreen, the key to which he was sure was possessed only by the two felines in front of him. “Aww, I think he looks pretty cute! That pacifier won’t let much more than a whimper through, pup. So you can whine all you want on the ride home!” Cinder extended a wiry arm forward, gently booping the tip of the husky’s snoot. Yuri appeared pleased as well, his arms crossed and looking down at the incapacitated fur as if he were appraising a prized possession. Speaking softly, and without breaking his gaze at the pup, he placed a car key into Cinder’s paws. “Yes, I think he does. Take the highway, kitten.” It was Cinder’s turn to blush, which he barely managed to conceal as he lowered his vision and nodded, opening the door next to Bolt’s and sitting himself down in front of the wheel. Moving with the impressive display of control that all large cats appeared to inherently possess, Yuri sat down in the seat next to Cinder's, looking back at Bolt in the rear view mirror. “I encourage you to behave, puppy. This will be fun.” With that statement hanging in the air, Cinder pulled out of the parking garage and had merged into city traffic within a few minutes. Bolt was still trying to process what had just happened to him. The two cats had seemingly quickly found out about his little secret before he had had the chance to react. He was now pacified, gagged, restrained, and being transported to who-knows-where. Despite himself, to make matters even worse, he was beginning to feel himself become aroused at the restrictive tightness that five-point harness seemed to impose on the front of his padding. Wrapping over his shoulder, with three straps ensuring that his waist and diaper were snuggly pressed against him, there seemed to be no hope of escape. He was completely at the mercy of the felines sitting in the front seats of the car. The car ride passed in silence, Bolt pulled helplessly at the restraints holding his limbs hostage but to no avail. Yuri would occasionally look up in the rearview mirror, Bolt could see that his eyes were wrinkled as if he were smiling, hidden from view from the husky’s limited line of sight. Whatever the tiger was thinking, it was causing him great pleasure.

Hello again everyone! I've been in the mood to write up another story and just finished it, so here it is! I haven't had the chance to proofread it, so sorry for any typos, weird grammar, etc. I hope you enjoy, and if you have any requests, please ask! I don't have an idea for my next story yet, and would love to hear what everyone wants. So, I was always pretty shy about being openly into omorashi – I wasn’t always comfortable enough with it to tell people that I enjoy holding it until I lose control and wet myself. It’s an unusual and kind of embarrassing thing to tell someone! I hadn’t told my second serious boyfriend about it. We’d been together for a few months at this point, I think. Communicating with him had been a little difficult for a few days, though, because I had lost my phone a couple days ago. That definitely had me worried – I had been chatting with people about omorashi, and worse, had pictures and videos of myself doing a pee dance, among other things. It’s not the sort of thing you want floating around out there! It was just a bit after classes, and he’d taken me to his campus office and asked me to copy some things while he did a bit of after-hours coding. I liked him, and he’d told me to help myself to the soda machine in the office, so I said yes and got to copying. We ended up staying there a while – probably a couple hours – and by the time we were getting ready to leave, it was dark out. I had definitely helped myself to the drinks, some water included, and by then I needed to go a little bit. “Where’s the bathroom around here?” I’d asked him. He paused a little bit, “They keep everything locked up after hours,” my boyfriend said. “We’ll be back soon.” I trusted him, and even though I had to go pretty badly, I knew I’d make it home – and with a full bladder to boot, which was always fun for me, of course! So, I left the building and got into his car with him. Neither of us lived that far away from his office, so it didn’t take me too long to realize that we weren’t going to either of our apartments. “Where are we going?” I asked, confused. “You’ll see,” he said, sort of suggestively. For some context – about two weeks ago, he’d asked me to hold off on masturbating to get used to sex with him. I’d done it, but we hadn’t gotten a chance to spend much time with each other for the last two weeks. Needless to say, I was eager to spend some time with him! I was obviously hard for pretty much the entire drive, and I know he noticed it. It turned out to be a long drive though, and the water and soda I’d had was going through me now. I was getting a little nervous because we seemed to be going so far out from town – there weren’t any buildings along the road we were driving down – and I tried to ask him where we were going and if he could stop somewhere along the way. But every time I tried to talk to him about where we were going, he told me to “just wait,” or said “you’ll see.” If I had to guess, I’d say the drive was around twenty or thirty minutes. And about half-way there, I went from not having to go that badly to having to go very badly. I started squirming in my seat, but I tried to be subtle – the idea of letting my new-ish boyfriend know just how badly I had to pee was pretty embarrassing. Finally, we had gotten there, and when we did, I was pretty worried. We were at a lake. I had no idea which lake we were at but looking around there were a few lights in the parking lot, and a little pier off to one side. There didn’t really seem to be anything else – just trees and a walking path off to one side. He parked in the back of the parking lot and got out and motioned for me to do the same. “Come on,” he said, “let’s talk.” He had a tone he took when he was serious, and my stomach sank. “Is there a bathroom around here I can use first?” I asked bouncing a bit. “Come on,” he just said. We started walking towards the pier, and I was very, very full – it felt like I had a balloon in my stomach, everything was so stretched out by this point. As we were walking into the pier, two other guys holding hands were leaving. I tried to look normal and got startled as one of them said to us “Careful up there, there are spiders.” I remember them both having big grins on their faces as we walked past them, and part of me got embarrassed thinking maybe they knew I had to pee. “Thanks,” my boyfriend said, and dragged me onwards by the hand. I blushed and tried to say “thanks” too, but I was pretty embarrassed by this point – going to what was now an obviously a make-out point with a painfully full bladder. We got to the end, and my boyfriend sat down a bit away from the end of the pier, legs outstretched. “Sit down,” he said, tugging my hand downwards. I probably moaned a little bit, but gradually got down and sat next to him. It was not easy – I remember I was wearing tight fitting stretchy jeans (briefs too, if anyone is wondering), and I made sure not to sit in anything that’d leave a stain. This pair were one of my favorites and were a light blue color. I sat there and looked around the lakeshore at anything that could possibly be a toilet, even a port-a-potty at this point would have been fine. My boyfriend moved my head by the chin to look at him. “So…” he said awkwardly, “remember a couple of weeks ago when we tried that thing?” (I had asked him to try another one of my fetishes, and he indulged me (if you’re wondering, he made me cum in my pants, which is a fetish that I think is pretty popular here too actually). I instantly got hard when he mentioned that, and thank goodness too. Being hard really helped me hold it in at that point. “Uhh, yeah,” I said, my heart pounding now. “Is there … anything else you want to try?” he asked. Of course, there was. But back then, I was too afraid to tell my boyfriend, who I genuinely liked, that I would get off on him making me wet my pants. “Not really,” I lied. “I mean, honestly, I really want to go to the bathroom.” I looked around a bit more, trying to change the subject. “Hmm…” he said and paused for a while. “Are you sure?” He asked again, with a hint of mischief in his voice. I knew something was up now. “What do you mean?” I looked at him, confused and in pain. He pulled something out of his pocket, and I looked at his hand. It was my phone. “Hey!” I reached over to him. “Give me that!” “Ah ah ah,” he said, and held his hand over my stomach. That got me to stop. “Hey! What the fuck?” I was pretty confused and desperate by now. “Do you still have to pee?” he asked me. “Yes!” “I’ll give you your phone back,” he said slowly, “if you don’t pee until I say.” It took me a second or two to realize what was going on. He’d looked through my phone and no doubt seen what I’d taken pictures of and talked to other guys about. He knew about my ‘other’ fetish, and when I realized it, I started grinning like an idiot. “Give it back!” I reached over, laughing. I was saying no, but everything about my expression was saying yes. “Noooo,” he held it away. “I didn’t say you could yet.” He pushed me back by the chest and put my phone in his pocket. “Fine,” I said, pouting a bit. “But when can I go? Where can I go?” I looked around again. “We’ll find somewhere,” he said calmly. “But we don’t have to worry about that yet.” He started running his hand up and down my thigh and got pretty close to my crotch. I didn’t think I’d be able to take any touching down there, and grabbed his hand before he got too close. “Careful!” I warned him. He looked at my crotch, and I knew I was obviously hard. He just chuckled at me but went back to rubbing my thigh. “So… How long until I can have my phone back?” I jiggled my leg and asked him. “Hmm…” he thought for a second, “Until I say so,” he said non-committally. I almost called him a name, but bit my tongue, huffed and kicked him in the shin instead. He smacked me back in the stomach. “Wanna wait longer?” He teased. “No,” I said, feeling defeated, and crossed my outstretched legs. I felt incredibly full now. He just chuckled at me. “You’ll be fiiiiine,” he tried to reassure me, and rubbed my thigh again. “Easy for you to say,” I groaned in pain. “Come here,” he put his hand behind my head, and we made out for a while. It was a nice distraction for a while, but when he pushed me down on my back and started to kind of roll on top of me, I was way, way too full to handle it. I groaned loudly and shoved him off of me, just before it got to be too much, I think, luckily for me. “You okay there?” my boyfriend laughed. “No!” I whispered harshly. “Can I please go now?” “Hmm, not yet,” he smiled and looked me over. “Can we at least look for somewhere to go?” “You want to walk around a bit?” he asked, and seemed to be serious. “I want to find somewhere to pee!” I told him. “Alright, we can walk around.” He actually seemed pretty eager to do that, and got up and brushed his pants off a bit. I pulled my legs closer to me, and breathed in and out a few times, preparing myself to stand. “Need a hand?” my boyfriend asked and held out his hand. I didn’t say anything, I just grabbed it and pulled myself up. Right as I put most of my weight on his hand, he dropped his hand down, as if I was pulling him over. I caught myself on my feet and didn’t fall, but as I planted my feet again, I felt a tiny tickle at the tip of my penis. I knew I’d probably let out a drip or two, and gave him a glare because of it. “Jerk,” I whispered. He just laughed in response. We walked back down the pier, and I knew I was walking a little strangely. I was hunched over a bit by now, what with my stomach being so full. I looked over the parking lot as we came up to it, and I remember seeing someone who was packing up a chair or something into their car, and remember that the couple we ran into earlier was still there, but I don’t remember how I saw them. We turned to walk along a path that I think ran around the lake. I remember the water lapping gently against the shore, and it was absolutely *not* helping my situation. “I don’t see any bathrooms,” I said. “Can we turn around?” “We can turn around if you want to,” he said, “but you still can’t go.” “When?” I asked, getting a little upset now. I remember really liking the pants and underwear I was wearing and not particularly wanting to wet them. Never mind that I was so far away from home without a change of clothes or anything to hide it. “When I say,” he said, and slapped my butt. I huffed, and turned around. I did actually want to find a toilet. It crossed my mind that we were pretty far out in nature away from anyone, but I was (and still am) paranoid about being seen peeing in public and didn’t want to take the chance, and would rather have somewhere a little cleaner to go. Plus, I wanted my phone back, and there wasn’t a lot to do until my boyfriend gave the say-so. Before long we got back to the area where the parking lot and pier were, and it was all pretty much the same – someone packing things into his car, and the same couple somewhere that I don’t remember – their car or something probably. I tried to put my boyfriend between myself and everyone else, I know I was having trouble walking at this point because I was so painfully full, and didn’t want anyone else to see. “Do you see anything around?” I asked, hunched over a bit. “Hmm, no, nothing,” my boyfriend said, clearly without looking at all. I sighed angrily and breathily, but we kept walking along the other side of the shore, and I kept looking. Nothing, of course. Just as we were about to leave sight of the parking lot again, I had to stop walking. My bladder was contracting, trying to shove everything out, clearly it was done with my boyfriend’s game. I groaned and stood in place, hunched over and my entire body was incredibly taut, my eyes were squeezed shut. I felt like I was using every muscle in my body to keep my bladder closed, and any relaxation at all and I’d lose it. “You okay?” I heard my boyfriend ask just to my side. I couldn’t reply. If I did, I knew I’d lose it completely and wet myself. I don’t know how long I stayed like that, but finally I felt the pressure wave subside and I could relax my body, just as one or two more drips dampened my briefs and teased my tip. “That hurt,” I grabbed my boyfriend’s shirt. “I need to go, now,” I told him. “I don’t even see anywhere to go,” he said. “Let’s just walk away from the parking lot,” I said, and started waddling awkwardly away from the parking lot, on to the trail along the lake side. My mind was racing trying to figure out what to do, part of me said to just pee through my underwear so I wasn’t technically exposing myself, another part of me just wanted to take it all out and get the release I really, really needed by this point. Some part of me wanted to release some right then and there, in my pants, just to make the pain end, but the instant that image crossed my mind, my bladder seemed to agree and contracted again. My whole body froze up again, as I used every muscle I had to hold back the flood that my bladder was involuntarily trying to force out of me. I was frozen to the spot, and somehow, I remember catching a glimpse of my boyfriend staring at me eagerly despite my squeezing my eyes shut out of pain. I remember quietly swearing to myself as I felt a tiny trickling feeling. I tensed my body even harder, but I couldn’t keep it up for long, only a few seconds. I panicked as I felt my body relaxing, and just as I felt my body giving up, my bladder stopped contracting. I felt a tiny bit more leave me, but I got lucky and managed not to lose it all. I looked down at my pants, and there was a wet patch the size of a few coins on the front of my pants. “Come on, I’ve got to go,” I started walking down the path as quickly as I could manage. “Looks like you’re already going,” my boyfriend chuckled. He stuck a finger inside a small worn spot on the inside thigh of my jeans and wiggled his finger a bit. “It’s all gonna come out here.” I jumped back from his tickling touch and kept walking as fast as I could without bursting. I was sweating with the effort of holding it in and swept my soaked bangs out of my eyes. After I felt like I’d walked far enough, I turned around to see if I was out of sight yet, and I was not. The motion from turning around so quickly made my bladder contract again. I leaned forward and put one hand on my thigh and reached out and grabbed a tree branch to stay standing. My entire body tensed again, and I remember standing on my toes for some reason. I couldn’t feel anything leaving me at the time, and stood tensed up on my toes again. I groaned loudly, and opened my eyes just enough to see my boyfriend staring at me and the parking lot still behind him. I felt a few drips run down my cheek, sweat or maybe tears at this point, but I genuinely did *not* want to wet myself here. As the pressure finally subsided, I looked down and my wet patch had grown to about the size of a saucer between my legs. I was losing it and I knew it. “Babe… Please,” I whined to him. I’m not exactly sure what I wanted him to do – let me pee I guess, maybe give me some cover? – but he grabbed my hand and dragged me quickly down the path without really saying anything. Every step was a sharp pain in my bladder by now, I needed to be with every fiber of my body, but I think I managed to hold on. After a while I think we had finally gotten out of sight of the parking lot. I had closed my eyes again so I wasn’t completely sure, I just know that he pushed me back against a tree and grabbed each of my biceps. I opened my eyes, and he was looking me dead in the eyes. “Hold it,” he told me playfully, and I tried to. It wasn’t too bad until, you guessed it, another pressure wave. I tried to bend forward and unzip my pants, grab my crotch, anything, but he was stronger than me even when I wasn’t filled to the brim with pee. I jerked against him holding me, trying to tense up my body against the flood again, and for a while it worked. My boyfriend looked off to the side quickly, “Hoooold it,” he said looking down at my crotch again. “Please let me go!” I whimpered at him, but he completely ignored me. I jerked my legs forward, he wasn’t holding those down, and I felt wetness seep along my inner thigh. I looked down and saw the wetness had gone an inch or two down my inner thigh. I looked up at my boyfriend again, but he wasn’t looking at my face. “You can pee,” he said flatly. Right on cue, the flow picked up. I looked back down again and saw the dark wetness flow slowly across the front of my thigh along a crease in my jeans, and jet down the inseam right to my knee. I looked up at my boyfriend again, I guess I was hoping that he’d do *something*, but he was clearly staring intently at me embarrassing myself. When I felt it flowing against the back of my knees, I stopped looking at my boyfriend. My body went limp, and my boyfriend was the only thing holding me up, with my back shoved against a tree. My head sank down and I watched my pants get utterly soaked. I felt a warm wet feeling wrap around the front and back of my thighs, gather up in the creases of my pants behind my knees, pattering down out of there onto the back of my calves, flowing over my knees to soak the front… When I felt the flow hitting my shoes, I twitched my legs so that they were splayed open a little, and the pee flowed down and onto the ground rather than into my shoes. I vaguely though something about my shoes being dry, at least. My heart was beating out of my chest at the fact that I had just *completely* soaked myself in very light-colored jeans, and now needed to go back through a parking lot with people in it and let my boyfriend drive me back home (for real this time, hopefully). My boyfriend let me down and I just managed to find the strength to stand and look myself over. The front of my pants was basically soaked up to my waist, even my pockets were soaked. The sides of my hips were dry, but they were soaked on the side of my thighs. I couldn’t see my butt, but I think I felt it and it was like I had sat in a wet chair. I didn’t see any dry denim below my knees. All my boyfriend did in response to me soaking myself was take my phone out of his pocket and snap a few pictures of me in wet pants. He put a finger in my wet jeans pocket, pulled it open with a wet, squishy noise, and slip my phone in. I took it out so it wouldn’t get wet, and gave him a look as if to say “Really?” But I actually asked, “Can we go now?” He chuckled and said “Sure, we can go.” We walked back up along the path, and I swear my pants were making squishing noises as I did. My pants actually felt looser, my bladder was so distended, and I felt my jeans clinging to every inch of my legs as I walked. The feeling started to get me hard, and the feeling of my wet underwear clinging to me as I did only made me more excited. As we came back in sight of the parking lot, I heard another set of footsteps. My heart started pounding again, and I sort of fell back behind my boyfriend. Just as I did, I saw the other couple we’d gone past earlier. Naturally, both of their eyes went right for my pants. “Oh, damn,” one of the guys laughed. “Did you fall in?” the other asked, laughing too. “I, uh, yeah…” I stammered. I tried to ignore them and just kept up with my boyfriend. I’m sure I was blushing furiously. When we got to the parking lot, the guy packing things up was still there, and I think there was another car with a person in it, too. Once we got close I walked quickly up to the car, and was becoming increasingly conscious of the feeling of my wet underwear and jeans pressing against my dick. “Hurry up!” I called over to him. “Not so fast,” my boyfriend called, “I don’t want my seats to get wet.” He popped the trunk and took his time sorting through whatever was in there. As he did, the couple from earlier came back to the parking lot and sat on some benches just at the entrance of the path I’d wet myself on. It was a ways away, but I could tell they were both looking at me and probably talking about me. Finally, my boyfriend found a towel and unlocked the door. He moved me out of the way and laid it down on the passenger’s seat, and the second he was out of the way I jumped in and closed the door. He stared at my soaked jeans for a while and laughed at me, and then he started driving … somewhere, hopefully to my apartment. I was excited and hard on the way here, but I was painfully hard on the drive back. My already tight jeans were clinging to every bit of my legs, and I could feel my underwear slapping against me and clinging as I occasionally throbbed. My boyfriend was nice enough to turn on the heater, so I wasn’t freezing. Every time we stopped, my boyfriend looked over at me. “Wow,” he said, surprised, “You really do like that, huh?” “Shut up,” I laughed and gently slapped him. That was most of the drive; me being hard while my pants slowly dried. Eventually we got back to somewhere close to my apartment, and my boyfriend started turning to take a different road. “Where are we going?” I asked, worried. My pants weren’t soaked now, but they were still obviously wet, with the wetness kind of having spread out a lot more evenly over my pants. “I want a drink,” he said, and I knew we were going to a fast food restaurant that was popular in my college town. Lucky for me, it was one where they brought the food to your car, rather than you going in or going through a drive-thru. “But… People are gonna see…” I complained as he pulled in. “It’s okay,” he said. “I mean, there’s not much you can do now, I guess you should have held it.” He reached his arm over and rubbed my thigh a bit, but since I was so hard, he wasn’t just rubbing my thigh… Totally by accident, I’m sure. I started and moved as far away from him as I could in the car, just barely stopping him from sending me over the edge. “Watch it!” I told him. I’m not sure if it would have actually made my pants appear any wetter, but I didn’t want him to set me off all the same. It wasn’t long before his drink came out, of course, and we both saw the person with the drink coming out of the kitchen building and start walking towards our car. When he saw that, without looking in my direction, he subtly reached over rubbed some more. It didn’t take much to send me over the edge. I was gripping my thighs and trying to control my breathing as the waitress came up to the driver’s side of our car and my boyfriend rolled down the window. “Here you go,” she said cheerfully, and handed my boyfriend his drink as I felt myself throbbing and re-wetting my pants. “Thank you!” my boyfriend said and put the drink in the cup holder. She walked away and he rolled up the window. I was lucky, but she didn’t pay any attention to me whatsoever. It took me a while after she left to calm down, I had gotten so pent up over what we’d done that night. I didn’t really pay attention to what my boyfriend was doing, but as I got my body and breathing back under control, I heard him ask, “Ready to go home?” “…Yes,” I said quietly. I didn’t have any trouble getting back into my apartment, and there wasn’t anyone around as I walked from the car to my door. I had pretty good luck with that at that apartment complex, come to think of it. I know my boyfriend came in for a while, and I’m pretty sure we talked (for real) about what I was into and I paid him back, but that’s not really what this board is about. So, long story short, that is how I learned to password protect my phone. If anyone has any requests as far as what kind of story I should write next, please ask! Solo, with a boyfriend, sightings I’ve had, etc. Or, if cumming in your pants is an OK topic for the board, I can write a few of those stories up too. I know it’s not what the board is technically about, but there is definitely a lot of overlap with omorashi and I have seen a thread or two about it here that seemed popular enough. Let me know! And I hope you enjoyed!

Hello everyone, I've been a lurker at omo.org for quite a while, since I'd heard of the site probably, but have only posted a hand full of times before. I'm not sure why, but I got the urge to become more active, so I thought I'd share one of my favorite experiences with you all, especially since male stories seem to be less common. I know there is a smaller audience for them here that enjoys them. I’ll post what I’ve written so far, and if people like it and my writing style, I’ll keep going. A bit of background on me first: I am a youngish gay male, and have a partner who is several years older than I am. I mention the age difference because I feel like it plays a role in our sex lives, both in and out of omorashi – we're both pretty kinky, and the only easy way I know of to describe our dynamic is an almost “big brother/little brother” sort. He's by far the more domineering one between us, and has a thing for exhibitionism to boot (I don't, but I willingly indulge him as much as I can – I don't have to tell you all how nerve wracking it can be!). To stick with omorashi, this usually means that he tells me what and how much to drink, with the goal of teasing me and forcing me to hold until I wet myself, and for him, that preferably happens somewhere where others can see, and where I would be embarrassed (within reason, of course, and we stay discreet in public areas, don't make others clean up, etc.). Personally, I prefer holding to wetting, and like to think that he gets something out of seeing me squirming in pain, too. But, this means that we usually end up in a battle of his will versus my bladder when it comes to omorashi. This particular night, we on one of our weekly date nights. The plan was to go to check out a big outdoor mall sort of thing on the other side of town, grab a bite to eat, then head to a sort of club where it was acceptable for my partner could get his exhibitionism fix, let's say. I had drunk about 1.5 liters of water before we left, to get me warmed up, and brought another bottle with me, which I drank on the drive over. By the time we got to the shopping center, I remember having to go pretty badly already, probably up at a 7/10, but I had to endure a long walk from the car to the center itself (this was a very big outdoor mall, and bigger parking lot). Just to torture me probably, our first stop was an arcade. This was all a while ago, but I remember playing a few games of air hockey (which I lost, probably thanks to spending most of the time with my legs crossed, wincing in pain every time I had to lean to hit the puck), and one of those arcade shooters – probably Time Crisis, or something. After we'd both died, he gave me a look-over and asked, “You okay there?,” which was basically code for “Are you still dry?” I said yes – I was not about to wet my pants in the middle of a busy arcade, especially the ones I was wearing at the time, so I'd been holding on for dear life (for anyone who wants a mental image, I was wearing light colored well-fitting jeans and briefs, so a small slip up on my part would probably have been visible). I was surprised when the next words out of his mouth were “Want to go pee?,” but more than anything, I wanted to take the opportunity to not wet myself before we'd even had dinner. I shook my head yes. He took my hand, and led me to the restroom in the arcade, which I quickly used. I knew we weren't done though, and before long, he'd bought me another bottle of water to drink, and he told me to drink it up quickly. We walked around a bit more before dinner, including by a fountain that I was very grateful we had visited after the restroom, not before. By the time we'd sat down at a restaurant, my bladder was starting to fill again. It didn't help that he kept asking the waiter to refill my water. By the time we had taken our sweet time eating – or he took his, more like – and we paid the check, I was probably back around a 6 or 7/10. I swear I caught a sadistic grin on his face as I winced trying to stand up and we left the restaurant. (I've got to be off for now, but I hope you've enjoyed the set up at least!)

Hello again, everyone! I've been writing down one of my stories again, but wanted to share one since it has been a while. Plus, maybe it will inspire me to stick with and finish one story! Anyway, hope you all enjoy! This story happened a while ago with my ex, actually, who sort of accidentally found out that I was into omo – but that’s a story for another time. I was surprised that he was more than willing to indulge, and before I knew it, we had planned a night to play around. It was a Friday, and we were texting all day, mostly him telling me to keep drinking and me asking to use the toilet. He occasionally let me, after he felt like I had waited in pain long enough, but always told me I had to drink more afterwards. After I was done with classes and work for the day, probably around 4 or 5, I got one more text from him: “No more bathroom”. I felt my stomach knot in anticipation, knowing we were actually doing this, I was going to hold it for him. “Yes sir,” was all I could think to text back. I got back in my car and drove home, and by the time I was home, I’d gotten another text from him. This one was him telling me to drink two liters of water in the next hour, and that he’d be over by about 8:30 PM. I was definitely worried about this, since after drinking steadily all day, I’d basically been doing a mild version of the rapid desperation challenge, though I didn’t know about that challenge at the time. I just knew that I was having to pee quicker and quicker every time. I had a while to wait, though, and took the chance to change my shirt. I was wearing light blue well-fitting jeans (my usual), kind of thick ones I remember, one of my favorite pairs of baby blue briefs, an orange t-shirt, and I think I ended up putting on blue sneakers, but I wasn’t wearing them just yet – I was just walking around the house drinking water. I took my time, knowing I could end up in trouble if I didn’t, but I made sure to finish on time and tell my boyfriend. He told me to drink another liter, 500mL every 45 minutes, until he was there. I put it off as long as I can so that I’d be in as little pain as possible by the time he got to my apartment. Finally, he showed up a little bit after 8:30. I was jiggling my leg by then – probably a 7 out of 10. He came in wearing a black t-shirt, tight light blue jeans similar to mine, and tennis shoes. I remember he had a backpack with him as well. “Yes!” I jumped up to meet him, “Finally!” I basically jumped on him and started making out with him as soon as he shut the door. He was happy to do the same, and turned me around and pinned me against the wall. “Can I please pee now?” I asked him. “Hmm,” he pretended to think about it a little, “nope, not yet. We’ve got a few things to do first,” he said suggestively. He took me to my room and we made out for a while, which was both painful and enjoyable with my full bladder. I won’t go into details – I’m not sure if people would mind, but this is an omo forum after all! – but afterwards, he took me out to the living room and told me to put on my shoes. “Are we… Are we going outside?” I asked nervously. “Just for a little while, you’ll be fine,” he said. I remember distinctly assuming that we were just going to his car, but I don’t know why I thought that. I got my wallet, keys and phone and the like, and we stepped outside. He got his backpack and waited as I locked the door, and I did a bit of a pee dance as I messed with the keys. Once I was done and turned around, my boyfriend moved forward and pinned me against the door again to make out. I was distracted by the kissing, and my bladder, and didn’t notice him taking my keys from me until he was done. I moved to take them back, but he pulled them away. “Ah ah ah,” he said, “you don’t get these back just yet.” He reached into his bag and pulled out another bottle of water. “Here,” he handed it to me. My stomach dropped again. “What do you mean? Can I have my keys?” He shook the water, “I’ve got two of these in here, and you’re not getting your keys back until they’re finished.” He handed it out to me again. My stomach knotted, and I reached out and took the bottle from him. “Come on,” he said, “lets walk around while you drink.” The apartment complex I was in at the time was basically a long oval road with apartment buildings on the sides and middle, with mailboxes on the north side and a little residential back road coming off of the south side. He took me off in the direction with the back road. I was always nervous about being desperate in public, and I was definitely nervous now. I knew my walking was probably weird, and I was hunched over to keep the pressure on my bladder from getting too strong. “Everything okay?” my boyfriend asked me and looked me up and down. “No,” I admitted, “it’s chilly, and I’ve gotta pee.” “I was talking about the water,” he said. “It’s not going to drink itself, and we’re not going back inside until it’s gone!” I groaned, but I opened and chugged the bottle. Best to get it over with before everything else catches up with me, I thought. I asked him for the second one, but he said he’d get it later, after we walked around for a while. I asked him to give me the other bottle right now, so I could just finish it off, but he said no – I shouldn’t drink so much so quickly. Suddenly, as we were walking along the oval, we saw a pair of headlights turn towards us. “Stand up,” my boyfriend grabbed my shoulder and pulled me up, “and walk right! You don’t want anyone to know you’ve gotta go, do you?” “No,” I said in a strained voice, and I tried to straighten up. Wow, did that make everything worse! I moved my right hand to go into my pocket, but my boyfriend looped his arm around mine and pulled my arm out of my pocket to hold my hand. “Don’t grab yourself in front of other people,” he said, “that’s gross!” I whimpered, and as we started to reach the north end of the oval, I kind of felt my bladder muscles start to go a bit numb, like when your arms have been holding something heavy for too long. I don’t think I had let any go by that point, but I was sure to start leaking soon, and my heart was pounding. “Please,” I asked him again, “we’re almost halfway back, can I please have the other bottle now?” I really wanted to have drunk all the water when we got back, I just wanted him to let me finish inside my apartment, in privacy! “Not yet,” he said, “come on, we’re getting there! I kept walking, painfully, down the road, and couldn’t shake the idea that everyone driving past me on the main street could tell I was about to explode. Finally, we came to the turn in the complex, and I think I was still dry. We got to the north side of the oval with the mailboxes and a little fenced off area behind the mailboxes. “Here we are,” my boyfriend said. “Hmm… Have you checked your mail today?” “What?” I asked. “No, why?” He fished through his backpack and eventually gave me my mailbox key. “Go check it,” he said. “I want to watch.” It didn’t make sense to me, but I did what he said. I went up to the mailboxes and opened mine, squirming a bit on the spot as I did, but I opened the box and took out the letters. I looked through them as quickly out of habit, shut and locked the door and walked back. “Here,” I gave him the key and letters to hold on to. “Can we go now?” My boyfriend was laughing. “Wow, you really look like you have to pee,” he giggled. “Because I do!” I whispered back, jumping up and down a bit on the spot. “Come on,” he grabbed my hand and pulled me back towards the fenced off area. There was actually a decent amount of room back there, and we were hidden from the outside world. “Get yourself under control,” he said, still amused. My hands went right for my crotch. I was still dry, thank goodness, but I didn’t know how, or for how long. I stood there squeezing my legs together, grabbing my crotch as hard as I thought I could, and bouncing up and down slightly. My boyfriend was laughing. “Are you still dry?” he asked, mirroring my own thoughts. “Yeah,” I grunted, “I think I am.” “Good,” he said with a smirk, and got the last water bottle out of his backpack. “Here, you can have it now, drink up,” he handed me the bottle. “Oh, God,” I whispered to myself, and grabbed and opened the bottle. I crossed my legs and chugged it, one handle holding the bottle, the other holding myself. I gasped for air as quietly as I could and handed the bottle back to him. “Can we go now?” I said while dancing around from foot to foot. The walking around was helping, and staying still made it so much harder to hold it in. “No no no,” he laughed, “you can’t walk around looking like that. Get a hold of yourself!” He put his hand on my back and rubbed it. “Would letting some out help?” he asked. I knew my eyes got wide at the possibility. “Yes, please!” I said without thinking. “…Where?” “Spread your legs,” he whispered to me, and I did, still moving from foot to foot. “Okay, I want you to let out three spurts, right there.” “What?!” I whispered back. “I don’t want to wet my –” His hand clasped over my mouth and moved behind me. I listened, and heard footsteps approaching. Before I knew it, his arm was around my chest too, pinning my arms to my chest so that I couldn’t grab myself. He was really putting his strength into holding me there – I couldn’t have gotten free if I tried. The only sound I could hear from us was my heart beating and my breathing against my boyfriend’s hand. I stood there leaning forward with my boyfriend holding me from behind, my legs spread and bent at the knee. We could both hear the other person outside the fence, and knew where he was because we could hear him talking on his phone too. The awkward position I was in and fact that I couldn’t move made it all the worse for me, and before I knew it, I felt a small drip escaping me. I flinched in my boyfriend’s grasp and was breathing harder. His grasp on me tightened even more, and he whispered very softly into my ear: “One,” a pause, and then “do NOT lose control.” I stood as still as I could, almost totally rigid, but it didn’t help. I felt my bladder contract again, and I bent forward as much as I could and move my thighs together. It didn’t help, and I felt wetness soak into my underwear. “Two,” he whispered in my ear, and my heart started pounding. I twisted again, and he whispered “Three.” I’m not sure if I actually leaked right then, but I did a second or two after he whispered that, and felt it soak into my briefs even more. He kept holding me as we waited for the guy to finish up on the phone, or at least walk away. It felt like forever, but finally we heard his voice going off into the distance, and my boyfriend let go of me. I stood upright, and he moved around to get a look at me. “You okay?” he whispered and smirked, clearly hoping I wasn’t. “No,” I whispered back, legs squeezed together. “Can we please go back now?” “Get it under control first,” he told me, and put a hand on my shoulder. “I can’t! It hurts too bad! Please, let’s just start back!” He just laughed at me and stared at my crotch which, amazingly, only had a penny sized wet spot on it. “I can’t! It huts too bad!” he said in a high-pitched voice, making fun of me. “Come on, you just let the pressure off, right? You’ve got this, squeeze it in.” I couldn’t think of anything to say except to groan. I squeezed my thighs together and rested my hands on my knees. “Ready to move again?” my boyfriend asked. “Yes!” I practically jumped up. “Let’s go! Please!” He grabbed my arm and pulled me up and out. I felt a little more leak out of me as I straightened up and took my first step, but the walking helped immediately.

There was a video on PH a few months ago right before they purged it. It was a girl crying and peeing her jeans. Her BF made her hold until she wet herself. I think she was crying because it was hurting? Anyways, I remember them saying she agreed to do it prior to leaving the house. I also remember her saying her boots were ruined.

What is the longest you have ever had to hold it in for? and why? did you have alot to drink during that time? and how badly did you have to pee before you were finally able to find relief? What methods do you use in order to help you hold it in? also if you are really into holding then have you ever intentionally put yourself in a situation where you really had to per but knew you wouldn't be able to, just to challenge yourself a little?

I’m flattered that everyone liked my last story! So, I thought I would come back and share a few more, since I was in the mood to write one! Maybe next time I will be able to think of a more creative title. In case you haven’t read my first story, I’ll reintroduce and describe myself. I’m a younger gay male and have a partner several years older than me who tends to take the dominant role in our love life. I’m more into holding side of omo, my partner is just more of an exhibitionist. We like to have date nights when we get the chance, and sometimes I will end up doing a hold through them. They don't always end up going completely smoothly! I don’t totally remember how this night started, to be honest, but I remember that it didn’t start with me planning to do a hold all the way to the end. I think I’d just had an extra glass of water or two to so that I could enjoy the feeling of a full bladder while my partner and I went out for the night. I do remember that it was a fall evening, and the weather was cool. Not cold, but cool enough to wear a light woven jacket, which I would end up being very thankful for! Besides that, I was wearing medium/light colored well-fitting jeans, baby blue briefs if anyone is interested in that, and a light gray t-shirt that was long but not baggy. I don’t remember how the evening started – probably just dinner, with a few glasses of water – but we ended up at a bar afterwards and ran into my partner’s best friend who was just there by himself, to get out for the night. All three of us got to talking for a while, and before long, I was feeling very, very full – the sort of full where your bladder just feels solid, and firm to the touch. I thought I had held long enough, especially in the middle of a busy bar while talking to my partner’s best friend, so I excused myself to go find the bathroom. “Aww,” our friend said, sounding genuinely disappointed. “I’ll be back!” I promised. “I’m not going anywhere, I wasn’t the one driving here!” Our friend grabbed my shoulder and said, “But I thought you just held it!” I was pretty stunned, honestly – I almost shot water out of my nose! I’ve never told too many people about my kinks to be honest, only guys I was with at the time and trusted. So to hear someone just call it out like that took me completely by surprise – my partner must have told him. I wasn’t angry, just surprised really, and all I could do was laugh nervously. I probably stammered out something like “Oh, hahah, yeah, okay…”, but what I know I did was put off going to the bathroom. I shifted from foot to foot while he was holding on to my shoulder, and after an awkward moment or two the subject changed. I shifted my weight from leg to leg for a few minutes, and finally our friend went to go get another drink. When he was out of earshot, I sighed in relief. “Thank God!” I sighed. “I gotta go!” “But babe,” my partner grabbed my elbow, “you promised him you’d hold it!” My shoulders slumped. I knew he wasn’t going to let me go, so I went back to our table, disappointed that I wasn’t going to be able to take my chance to get some relief. “Fine,” I whispered back, “but let’s not stay here much longer, I’ve really gotta pee.” I doubt that convinced him to leave any sooner, but it was the truth. When our friend came back, we talked for a little while and eventually decided to go watch the dancing in a stage off to one side of the bar. I can’t remember what exactly was going on, but it was some kind of big group dance that a lot of people were joining in on – thank goodness we didn’t! But my partner had me take a seat, and he stood behind me with our friend. Sitting is not my favorite position when I’m bursting, but I was trying not to let our friend, or the whole bar, know just how badly I had to go. After a bit of talking and watching, my partner put his arms around my chest from behind and started trying to subtly play with my nipples through my jacket and shirt. I’m not really a big fan of that to be honest, it just doesn’t feel as good to me as it does to some people, but he was doing it because he’d discovered a while ago that it’s a great way to make me leak. The second I figured out what he was doing, I tried to stop him as firmly as I could while still trying to stay subtle about the situation. Still, he managed to get me a few times while I was sitting there, and I felt just a few drops leave me and soak into my briefs. I could feel a wet patch of my underwear clinging to me, almost teasing me. What I couldn’t feel was whether any had leaked through to show on my jeans. Luckily for me though, my shirt and jacket were long enough to go down to my thighs, so while I couldn’t really subtly check to see if anything was visible, I guess it didn’t matter. Luckily, by the time all the touching had made me soak my underwear, the dance was over, and my partner wanted to leave. I stood up out of my seat, winced as I felt the contents of my bladder shift and strain against my muscles, and the three of us walked back towards the entrance. We passed by the entrance to the bathroom on the way, and I know I was looking at it almost hungrily. As we approached it, my partner said “I should go to the bathroom before we go.” Our friend agreed. “Good idea, me too.” He turned to me and put one hand on my shoulder and the other flat on my chest (he’s a very affectionate person like that). “You gonna be okay out here for a minute sweetie?” he asked me. “I, uh… Yeah, I’ll be fine…” I’m sure I didn’t sound convincing, and I’m sure I didn’t look convincing. I wasn’t so much surprised at being called out this time – I’d gotten used to the idea that our friend knew what was going on – I just really, really had to pee, and I was not expecting to hold it tonight. I shifted from foot to foot as our friend walked away into the restrooms. “Be right back, babe,” my partner said, and gave one last lightning-fast twist of my nipple, hard this time. I tried to knock his hand away, but it didn’t do any good, and I felt another splash wet my underwear. I squirmed in place as I felt the wetness spread across my underwear and stopped it pretty quickly, but not quickly enough to keep from feeling a bit of wetness between my thighs. I couldn’t see anything, but I suspected I had a cup ring or saucer sized wet spot between my legs at that point – luckily I had my shirt covering it, though. I couldn’t do anything but stand outside the restroom, and just shift from foot to foot. I could see inside the restroom to the urinals, and it was torture! I think the thing that helped me most in staying dry right then was the fact that this was my favorite part of a hold – where you just start to leak, and the end was getting to be in sight, but I knew I could last a while more. It helped that I was wet because my partner had basically been tickling me, and not because I was seconds away from bursting. The fact that I wasn’t frantically desperate meant I could still get hard too, which helped me not leak any more than I had. Shuffling around from foot to foot with what felt like an obvious hard-on, I felt like people were watching me – probably just my being paranoid – and so I stopped shifting, half-sitting on a bar stool instead. I couldn’t do much beyond just wait for my partner and our friend to finish getting relief, lucky them. My partner came out of the bathroom first. He walked up to me with a smirk, and asked “Hanging in there?” I gave him a miffed look. “Barely. No thanks to you and your…” I trailed off, and went to poke his chest, but he knocked my hand away and laughed. “Does that really make it worse?” Before I could answer, he stuck his hand up my jacket and shirt and grabbed my jeans to see for himself. “Oh, wow, I guess it does!” he laughed. “Doesn’t seem like you mind though.” He ran his fingers up and down my length. I didn’t stop him – I’d have taken any help I could get at that point to not leak some more, and being hard helped. He didn’t do it for long though, and luckily he stopped right as our friend came out of the restroom and came up beside us. “You boys ready to leave?” he asked both of us, putting a hand on both of our shoulders. “Ready!” my partner said. “Come on, babe!” He grabbed my hand and pulled me up. “Okay…” I said, probably weakly. I stood up and straightened out my shirt hoping it would hide everything going on down there. We walked out into the cool night air and I shuddered a little bit, trying to keep it all in. It wasn’t too far into the parking lot where we split off from our friend, and being the affectionate person that he is, he gave me a big hug good-bye, pulling me in just a little too hard and a little too long for my bladder’s comfort. “Make it home safely, sweetie,” he told me, and turned to hug my partner too. Finally, he waved goodbye, and walked off to his car, and my partner and I walked in the opposite direction to ours. I didn’t make it far before I was hunched over between some cars, and I checked to make sure we were out of earshot of our friend. “Can we please go back inside?” I asked my partner. “For what?” he asked as if he had no idea what I meant. “I’ve got to go!” I whispered harshly. “We are going! Come on,” he grabbed my hand. “I meant go pee!” “We were just in there and you didn’t go, I’m not going back. Come on,” he started pulling my hand towards our car, forcing me along. I was starting to get genuinely worried about pissing myself – especially because I just genuinely did not plan to do a serious hold that night, let alone end up wet, and the jeans I was wearing would show it clearly. Luckily, I thought, we’d be going home now, so I’d only have to hold it for half an hour more, at the very most. When we got to the car, I breathed deeply, and prepared myself to get in. Going from standing to sitting while I’m about to burst is always difficult, never mind when I have to climb up into a tall car first. My partner got in the driver’s seat first, and smirked at me as I took off my jacket and looked at the passenger seat. I hoisted myself up using the handlebar above the door and tried to sit my bottom towards the front of the seat, so that I could lean back further and have my torso closer to a standing position. It didn’t work so well at first, and as I sat down, a sharp pain stabbed me in my bladder, and a spurt followed. “Oof,” my partner was smiling sadistically, “I think I heard that all the way over here!” “I can’t help it,” I groaned and gasped, holding my stomach. “Let me see.” “What?” I looked over at him, confused slightly. “Lift up your shirt,” he said it in a forceful tone that just gets me every time, like he’s just stating a fact instead of telling me what to do. I knew he wanted to see how wet I was, or how wet the car seats were, and lifted up my shirt to show him. I took a peek too, and saw I had a saucer sized wet patch down there, centered almost between my legs. He placed a hand gently on my poor swollen bladder, and slowly moved down to my pants. It wasn’t to see how wet I was; my jeans were light enough to see that easily. Instead, he ran his hands over my pants until he felt my dick, and then unzipped my fly. He stuck his fingers in, tutted a bit at me, then started rubbing up and down, through my briefs. It took a short while, but I managed to get hard still. He zipped me up again and kept rubbing me through my pants. “Does that help?” he asked. “Yes,” I panted. It did, and I enjoyed it, but really I just wanted him to start driving so I didn’t wet his car! “Good,” he said. “Start doing it, and don’t stop,” he ordered me. “And don’t wet my car!” he told me, and began to drive. I did what he said and tried to keep it subtle and through my pocket, and zipped myself up so that cars nearby couldn’t see what I was doing. I wasn’t really paying attention to where we were going at the time, I was more focused on holding on to myself. It wasn’t easy in the jeans I was wearing, they were already kind of tight, but now they were clingy and wet in all the worst places too! I was sweating with the effort of holding it in by now, and seriously considering letting a little out just to take the edge off – what difference would it make if we were going home? – but I didn’t know if I’d be able to stop once I started, so I put it off and kept stroking through my pocket. My partner was driving through the roads, and when he got to the next stoplight, he hit the brakes way harder than I think he needed to. The sharp stabbing pain surprised me, and I couldn’t help but let out another leak and lose hold of myself. I screamed out in pain and tried to get ahold of myself again. My partner reached over and grabbed me quickly through my pants. “I thought I told you to hold it?” He had a grin on his face that told me the braking was on purpose. “I thought you could drive,” I mouthed back at him. I felt wet all around my briefs, and reached to the bottom of my jeans. It was definitely felt wet, but it didn’t feel soaked – the seats still felt dry too, luckily! I went back to massaging myself through my pocket, as squishy and wet as my pocket was now, just trying my best to hold on. I wasn’t watching where we were going, but judging from the turns, I thought we were getting close. Finally, the car came to a halt, and my partner said, “Okay! Time to get out.” I took my hand out of my pocket, opened my eyes and looked around. We were not home. We were at a bar or something from the look of it. “…What? Where are we?” I asked, my voice shaking. “It’s leather night here tonight, and I know someone in the contest,” my partner explained. “Let’s go in and say hi!” He got out of the car, came around and opened the door for me. “But… I’m wet,” I protested. I wasn’t soaked down my legs, but my bottom and crotch were wet. My shirt was still dry and long enough to cover it up, luckily for me, because my partner was not letting up. “I know, I can see that! Come on, let’s go say hi.” He held his hand out towards me. I knew he wasn’t going to give up. I was going to go inside that bar, it was just a matter of when, and how wet I would be when I did. I stood up from the passenger seat and pulled my shirt down to cover my crotch and butt. I looked down and I didn’t think anything was visible with my shirt down, thank goodness, but I knew it was only a matter of time. So, I carefully tied my jacket around my waist just to keep covered and slowly walked with my partner into the bar, trying not to jostle anything and leak more. “Can I use the bathroom in there at least?” I asked as we were walking up to the entrance. “We won’t be there long enough for you to do that, we’ll get back to the car before too long.” I think he was trying to be reassuring, but all I heard was a “no” – and my stomach sank when I heard that, smack into my bladder. We got into the bar, and normally, if I hadn’t been about to totally soak myself, I might have enjoyed the sights. I don’t remember what sort of contest this was supposed to be, but there were a lot of guys wearing different leather outfits. As we looked for my partner’s friend, I started shifting from foot to foot again, wincing as I felt wetness around my crotch. I wasn’t really looking at what was going on, I just had an arm on my partner’s shoulder and followed him around. “There he is,” my partner said, and my stomach knotted with nervousness. I was absolutely not in a state to meet someone new. My partner gave him a hug and introduced me. “Hi,” I said, nervously, and gave him a hug. Leaning over was hell on my bladder, and I started to feel a sort of tickling at the tip of my penis, which I suspected meant I was dribbling very slightly. We talked for a while at a standing table, and he told us we had just missed his performance. I felt a little guilty for thinking it, but I was pretty thankful for it because I thought it meant we wouldn’t be there as long. I remember wiping off my forehead while they were talking and feeling a few more drops leak into my underwear. I winced and tried hard to keep it in, but I wasn’t unnoticed. “Everything okay?” my partner’s friend asked. “He’s just got to go to the bathroom,” my partner said. “Oh, the bathrooms are right over there –” “I’ve, uh, got a thing with public bathrooms,” I said. I wasn’t lying, I guess. My thing was that I just wasn’t allowed to use them right then. “Oh… Okay,” he shrugged. We kept talking for a while, and I tried my best to join in, but I could barely spare to concentrate on anything that wasn’t my bladder by then. Not too long after that, I swear I could have felt a small, steady trickle entering my underwear and tickling just a little bit. I was really scared I was going to wet myself right there in the bar. I was seriously losing the ability to hold on, and right in front of someone I barely knew to boot. I stood there squeezing my thighs together as hard as I could, really glad for my jacket tied across my waist. As the conversation was winding down, I felt wetness start to dribble down to about my mid thigh. I snuck a look down and was relieved that nothing was showing past my jacket. That made me feel a little better, but I knew that would change soon. Lucky for me, my partner’s friend had to leave then – something to do with the show I think, but I was honestly not paying attention – so we said goodbye, and he left our table. The second I thought he was out of earshot, I turned to my partner. “Can I PLEASE use the bathroom?” I begged, frantically. “Mmm,” he smirked and paused for a few seconds, “I don’t think you can.” I shuddered and leaked more. “Babe, please…” I squeezed my eyes shut and my legs together, trying my best to keep it all in as I felt the tiny steam tickle its way around to the front of my upper thighs. I felt his arm around me and his breath in my ear as he grabbed my shoulder. “Hold it,” he ordered me, his voice was low and commanding. Amazingly it worked, and the tickling feeling of my slight leaking stopped. “How wet are you?” he asked, voice lowered, and he moved my jacket aside to look at my jeans. I basically had a dinner plate sized wet spot on my crotch, and wetness extending down my legs almost low enough that my jacket wouldn’t help anymore. “Daaaaaamn,” he said under his breath, still holding my jacket up. “You are soaked, aren’t you?” I pushed my jacket down again as I saw someone starting to look in my direction. “Please, babe! If you’re not gonna let me go, let’s at least leave!” I begged him. “I’ll do anything you want!” I really was starting to panic – I am not big on public accidents, and I knew I had maybe a few minutes left. “Anything, huh? I’ll hold you to that.” He smirked and grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the bar back towards our car. Somehow I think I might have managed to not leak any more along the way, but maybe I just didn’t notice it at this point. Walking was unbelievably painful. Images of me losing control between some cars kept flashing through my head. Our car wasn’t too far away though, and I walked around to the passenger side. As I pulled on the handle, I heard someone calling my partner’s name. His friend from earlier was running after us – it looked like he had forgotten something, and worse, he’d forgotten to unlock the door for me. My partner and his friend were talking next to the driver’s side door, and I was stuck dancing and grabbing on the passenger’s side. I tried the door again one more time, quietly because I didn’t want to seem rude, but it didn’t open. When I felt that, my body just sort of… gave up. I felt a sharp pain in my bladder and doubled over as my bladder spasmed and let go and tried to grab myself to quiet the hissing sound now coming from my pants. My partner and his friend were done talking, and he looked at me through both windows and waved goodbye as I started feeling it all rushing down my thighs. I managed to barely wave and squeak out “bye!” as he turned around and left. As he turned around and wasn’t looking at us any longer, I quickly took my jacket off of my waist, crouched down and leaned my back against the car, keeping my bottom off of the ground, and just let go. I sighed and laid my head back, utterly exhausted, and just felt it flow over my thighs and out the bottom of my pants. I don’t know how long I wet myself like that, but when I opened my eyes, my partner was standing off to my side. “Damn,” he said, looking down at me with his arms folded. “Feel better?” I nodded weakly and whispered, “Yeah.” “Good.” He put his arms under mine and lifted me up. I wasn’t quite done yet, and felt some wetness rush down my legs, wetting my pants to the bottom. Lucky for me, we had a gym towel in the back seat, so I put that on the passenger’s seat, laid back and sighed as my partner went around and got in the driver’s seat. “Damn,” he whispered under his breath again, and started feeling me up through my soaked pants. I was too exhausted to do anything in response except look over at him, but he met my gaze. “Don’t fall asleep yet,” he told me. “You promised to do anything I wanted!” That’s where it stops being about omo so much, so that’s where I’ll leave it off this time. Hope you enjoyed!

something just crossed my mind. I remember I had a teacher this was one cruel lady. She would never let anyone use the bathroom only if they had note from the doctor. She would say your not baby's anymore you can hold it. by the end of that year 70% of the class had accidents. . i think she wanted me to have an accident because if shes in a good mood when some one asked to go to the bathroom she let them go but when I asked She said no you can hold it. She never let me to go to the bathroom. if someone would ask after i did she would sometimes let them go but never me. when class was over sometimes i would leave that class seconds away from wetting myself but somehow i made it. onetime i had to stay for lunch to finish something i was shaking my leg because i was getting restless and she came out of no ware and said you can go to the bathroom when your finished your work i said i dont even have to go. when I finished my work lunch was over and i asked her can i go to the bathroom because I didn't get to go at lunch because i just grabbed my lunch and hurried back to the class. she still said no you have to wait until class is over, and that was in 3 hour. and hour after lunch i asked her a second time and she said if you ask again you'll have to stay after school when class was over what ever i drunk at lunch was trying to get out. but when some girl asked she let her go. at the end of class I was just moments away from wetting myself but the bell ranged and i went to the bathroom. I swear she tried everything in the book to wet my pants but it never worked somehow I made it. I had to put up for a year with this teacher doing this to me. I don't know how I was lucky enough to make it threw that year with out wetting myself my bladder sucked then. good thing she got fired! (true story)

******this is not my story! my friend PinkTheDinosaur has given me permission to post their story here. please check out their DeviantArt page for more info! https://pinkthedinosaur.deviantart.com/ “Mom!” I yelled at loud as I could. “I don't want to do that!” “Andy it's either this or you go back to regular school.” my mom told me. “That was part of the deal.” About a year ago a man came up to my mom and me and asked if I would model their companies new clothing line. Their child model got sick and missed the shoot. Desperate to finish the shoot, the photographer ran up to the first random boy with a parent that he could see and begged us to help him. After a bit of a discussion, my mom allowed it and I modeled the latest kids outfits. After we were done, the photographer offered me a job! Mom told me no at first. Saying I still had school and stuff. But after a bit of a discussion about it, she decided to allow it. I would be placed into homeschool and be allowed to model. But there was an exception. If I didn't model for over 4 months, I will have to go back to school. At first, it was great! People really liked the way I looked and wanted to hire me. But after 8 months, people stopped calling. I didn't really have an agent, besides my mom, and she didn't really know much about the job. Now I was coming up to 3 ½ months without a job and I really didn't want to go back to regular school. So when mom found a job for me I was excited, at first. Then I saw what I would be modeling. “But mom! There diapers! I don't wear diapers!” I protested. “They are Pampers plus size.” my mom told me. “You just have to model them, you don't actually need to use them.” “But it's still embarrassing!” I told her. “Well it's either this or you go back to school.” mom told me sternly. “You wanted to model and sadly there's nothing else at the moment.” Mom was right, it was the diapers or school. I had to decide. ______________ Mom and I were in the dressing room getting ready. “I still can't believe I'm doing this,” I mumble as I fumble to tape the diaper on while on a changing table. “You decided this, too late to back out now.” mom told me from behind a curtain. “Hey mom, these don't feel right.” I tell her as she opened the curtain to check on me. She immediately started laughing. I blushed a deep shade of red. “MOM IT'S NOT FUNNY!” I screamed. “No, no, no,” mom said through her laughter. “I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing because you put it on backwards.” “Ow…” I mumbled before mom pushed me down and untaped the diaper. “Mom what are you doing!” I yelled “Don't worry sweetie. I've changed you more times than you can count. I'll be real quick.” mom told me. And she was right, Mom quickly slid the diaper from under me and flipped it around. she easily lifted up my butt and sat me down on the soft padding of the diaper. She then folded the top part over my crotch and re-taped the diaper back onto me. Luckily, right on time as someone opened the door and looked inside. “Aww how cute! Having mommy put you in a fresh diaper!” the lady assistant said. My face was blushing bright red and I nearly yelled at her but my mom spoke first. “Andy’s almost ready. Well be there in just a second.” my mom told the lady. With that, the lady left and mom helped me up. The diaper felt odd. Like I was sitting on a pillow despite standing up. It felt so strange with the padding around my crotch and butt. I turned to a full body mirror and got a good look at the front of the diapers. They were mostly white, except for a blue lining around the diapers with 5 cartoon dinosaurs on the landing zone for the tapes. “Come on Andy, we don't want them to be waiting for us.” mom said as she took my hand and led me out into the main set. There were already taken pictures of a few other kids and asked me to wait just a moment. There were kids of all ages, from 3 to 17 and all were wearing diapers! I'm 10 and I'm modeling the diapers meant for kids 10-14. “Excuse me miss, but could my son get something to drink?” my mom asked “Yes, just one moment.” the assistant lady told my mom. Within a few minutes, another lady walked up to us. “Did you just ask for a drink?” the assistant asked. “Yes we did.” mom replied to her and the assistant handed my mom a sippy cup. “I guess they were out of regular cups.” mom told me as she handed me the cup. I wasn't about to start drinking from the sippy part, so I unscrewed it and began drinking the juice inside. The juice was very sweet and had a slightly strange aftertaste. But it was still good. “Andy, you're up!” the photographer yelled. I quickly downed the rest of the juice before I ran up to the stage. Over the next few minutes, the photographer had me in all types of poses. Most of them showing off the diaper. “Ok, now let's get the one for the package.” the photographer said as a lady about my mom’s age walked onto the stage. “Ok Andy, I want you to look like your happy to be in a new clean diaper.” That was easier said than done. I really just wanted to be out of the diapers as fast as possible, But I did the best I could and put on a happy smile and tried to look as cute as possible as the lady grabbed the back of my diaper and pretended to be pulling it onto me. “Perfect!” the photographer yelled as he started snapping pictures. Right behind him, however, I noticed my mom talking to the same assistant mom asked for the drink earlier. In her hand, she had a paper cup and both the assistant and my mom had a look of terror on their faces as they turned to look at me. There was a flash as the picture was taken, and I let out a big fart! My eyes went wide as my stomach suddenly felt like it was doing somersaults and I wrapped my arms around it. What the hell was happening! Then it happened. Without warning. My eyes went wide as I felt the backside of my diaper suddenly explode outward as I began filling with poop! “GROSS!” the lady holding my diaper screamed as she jumped back. The sudden movement made me jump as well and I lost balance! Falling backward, I landed on my butt and I felt my poop go everywhere! For a second, my mind could not process what just happened. Everyone was now staring at the 10-year-old boy in a black t-shirt sitting in a full diaper. When that realization finally hit me, I began to bawl! Mom immediately rushed over to me and hugged me, trying her best to get me to stop crying before she lifted me up and had me walk back to the dressing room. Later we would learn that it was all just a big misunderstanding. The sippy cup was meant for a different kid who was going to show off how much the diaper can hold. The assistant was only told to deliver the cup to the parent that ordered the drink. She didn't know it wasn't meant for me. But in that moment, I didn't care. I was crying so hard as my messy diaper was seen by everyone as I walked back to the dressing room. I was first laid down onto the changing table as before and my mom rubbed my face trying to calm me down. Next, she untapped the tabs on both sides of the diaper and flinched when she say just how bad the mess really was. Using the front of the diaper, mom did her best to wipe off most of the mess with just that. Next my mom got out the wet wipes and began cleaning every part of me. She wiped my legs, my but, and even my crack! I was so ashamed and still crying that I didn't care that my mom was now wiping my butt clean! “Ok sweety, i need you to lift yourself up for a moment.” mom told me. Doing as she asked i lifted my butt off the dirty diaper and mom finished cleaning under me and pulled the diaper out from under me. She quickly balled it up and tossed it into the trash before coming back over to me. I was about to get up when my mom pushed me back down and pulled out another diaper. “M-M-MOM! I-I-I don't want a-a-a new diaper!” I bawled. “I'm sorry sweetie, but this is just in case.” mom told me as I cried even harder. Mom lifted me back up and sat me back down onto the new diaper. She then got out a bottle of baby powder and pored some onto my croch. “This is just so you don't get a rash.” mom told me as she taped the diaper. Still crying about the diaper, my mom lifted me up and hugged me as she tried to calm me down. This was the worst day in my life! Also, I was now the face of Pampers plus size diapers! *****ill be posting the chapters one at a time every few hours***** full story on there DeviantArt page if you cant wait.

I'm a regular on Reddit, particularly r/nosleep, a subreddit for horror stories. This particular story (linked to the original for reference, author credit, and because upvotes matter if you're inclined to give them) was one of the ones on the front page today, and I figured it probably belonged here even though it wasn't actually written to be omorashi, as such. It was written by the Reddit user "lunakinesis", but I don't really think they're usually an omorashi fan, or if they are they don't tend to advertise it, sooooo yeah I wouldn't necessarily go running over there in a hurry to talk omo at them, lol. I'm also transcribing it here in case the original post gets lost, or anyone can't get onto Reddit for some reason. And yeah, I left the typos intact even though it made my brain kinda twitch to do so, haha...

Disclaimer. this is not my story. this story belongs to PinkTheDinasour and Lily-Celeste from DeviantArt. I have been given permission from Pink to post this story here. this story is a collaboration with Pink and Lily based on a post Lily made a few months ago. https://lily-celeste.deviantart.com/ https://lily-celeste.deviantart.com/journal/Explicit-Diaper-Update-Here-725306103 https://pinkthedinosaur.deviantart.com/ part 1 Lily got home exhausted. Kicking her shoes off by the door she walked into her living room where she crashed face-first onto the couch. Lily hated job hunting, and sadly she hadn't had much luck all week. To make matters worse, she felt constipated. For the last two days she hadn't been able to poop and it was starting to bug her. It was probably from stress, not that she would ever admit it. “I need to change my diet,” Lily said. And right on cue, she suddenly felt hungry. Groaning, Lily got off the couch and went into the kitchen. She had a few options: leftovers, some macaroni and cheese, and hamburger helper were all her usual go-tos lately. But she noticed the bowl of fruit sitting on the table. May as well start making a change now. She grabbed a banana she started peeling it when her phone vibrated. Bob: *Hi lily :)* Bob was an acquaintance from school. She knew that he wanted to sleep with her, and had for years. Lily: *Hi, how you doing?* Bob: *Good, how's your day been?* Lily: *Not so good, job hunting :(* Bob: *That sucks* Bob: *Hay I was having a party tonight, want to come?* Lily: *I dunno. What time?* Bob: *Party's at 7. We're going to have a bunch of alcohol!* Lily: *Ok, sure.* It was 4:30 right now so she had plenty of time to get ready still. Lily finished her banana, then grabbed an apple and ran to her room to pick out what she would wear. She tossed outfit after outfit out as she looked for just the right one. Suddenly something pink fell out of her closet. Her Rearz princess diaper. Picking it up, she thought for a moment if she should say no to the party and just diaper up and lounge around. But she had not gone to a party in so long, and it would probably do her some good to get out. Lily tossed the diaper on the bed and went into the shower. She was going to the party. Over an hour later, Lily stepped out of her front door and looking adorable Her hair was curled, she had settled of a dark blue dress with a pastel floral, with matching ankle socks and tights. She checked the clock, 5:50 PM. If she left right now she could get to the bus and catch the 6:20 PM bus across town to the party. Bob's place was across town, and the bus stopped running at 9 PM. If she went, she would have to either walk home or get a ride. Considering there would be alcohol, that was unlikely. But as long as the weather held out that wouldn't be so bad. It was 6:40 PM when Lily finally got to the party. It looked like it was just getting started and Lily was feeling glad she came. The party was fun, there was food, music, and plenty of people to talk to. She was having a good time. Lily was about to talk to someone when a funny feeling suddenly hit her. Lilly tried to run to the nearest bathroom, but she only made it 3 feet before she felt like a freight train hit her with 2 days worth of poop exploded into her tights! The people around Lily didn't seem to notice. She was just in the middle of the crowd and the music was too loud. With tears forming in her eyes, she backed slowly out of the living room with her heads held out in front and behind her to keep from bumping into anyone. As soon as she was out the front door she bolted as fast as she could bare to move down the street. She was a quarter of the way home before she began sobbing. She had never been so embarrassed in her life. Her tights were probably ruined too. She was just lucky that no one had noticed her before she left. Then again, not being seen had always been a talent. “Why didn't I just stay home in my diaper.” Lily sobbed before waddling the rest of the way home with her tights sagging __________________ Unbeknownst to Lily, however, someone did notice. “This is going to be fun.” the person said with an evil grin. _________________ When Lily got home, she stripped out of her clothes, being extra careful with her tights, before hopping into another shower and cleaning herself off. “Why did this have to happen to me.” Lily sobbed as she washed her bottom thoroughly. When she got out of the sower, she looked down at the ruined tights. She carefully picked them up and tossed them into the trashcan before she crawled into bed and cried herself to sleep. Tomorrow had to be better. ______ Lily woke up to the alarm on her phone. In all honesty, she didn't feel like getting up. Last night still fresh in her mind, all she wanted to do was curl up into a ball and disappear. Lily grabbed her phone and turned off the alarm before she noticed she had a new message. She didn't recognize the number but decided to see what it was. She tapped on the message and bolted upright in her bed! unknown: *I saw what you did ;)* Attached to the message was a picture of lily slightly bent over, filling her tights with poop! Lily just sat there, staring at the phone and the picture. With shaky hands, she typed back a message. Lily: *Who is this!* unknown: *Just someone from the party* Lily: *WHO! IM GOING TO KILL YOU!* unknown: *Wow, someone woke up cranky this morning ;)* Lily: *IM NOT CRANKY IM PISSED! DELETE THAT PHOTO NOW!* unknown: *Na, I was thinking of sending it to all your friends on facebook.* unknown: *That is if you don't do what I say.* Lily: *You're blackmailing me!* unknown: *Yep :D* Lily: *I'll call the cops!* unknown: *Go ahead, do you really think they can trace this number?* unknown: *And if they do find out, I'll still have time to send the pictures :)* She sat there and let the reality of her situation sink in. The only way out was to play along for now. Lily: *What do you want from me?* unknown: *I just want to play a little game.* Lily: *What type of game?* unknown: *Simon says :) I'm Simon* Lily: *What's stopping you from posting the picture anyway?* Simon: *Nothing really, you'll just have to play my game and follow the rules. If you do I'll delete everything and you'll never see or hear from me again.* Lily: *How can I trust you?* Simon: *You can't.* Lily: *Fuck. Alright. What are the rules?* Simon: *Simple, Simon says, you do. You'll have a set amount of time to finish the task. To make it fun, let's say you have to do, 30 tasks. If you do, you win!!!* Lily: *Is that it?* Simon: *Not yet. A few special rules. You only get 2 chances. Fail to do what Simon says 2 times, you lose. Simon can not say anything for 2 hours after completing a say. Simon can only say between the hours of 7 AM and 9 PM. I'll also give you 5 special cards you can use. Pass (you may skip one Simon says and I cant use it ever again.) New task (you may ask to change the task) Playtime. (you can get an extra 3 hours before Simon can say) Bedtime. (Simon cant ask you anything past 7 PM) Recycle. (reuse one card!) You may use them once whenever you like.* Lily: *You're a freak you know that!* Simon: *Yep :D now then, Simon says pee your panties and send a picture. You have 10 minutes.* Lily: *What! no!* Simon: *Don't worry, just like with the poop pic, I'll delete it when this is over.* Simon: *Tick tock!* Lily just stared at the strange text, then threw her phone across the room and screamed into a pillow. She didn't stop until her voice felt raw, at which point her rage subsided. She retrieved her phone. Just go along with it for now. Lily got out of bed and went into her bathroom. She couldn't believe she was doing this! Lily sat down on her toilet without removing her panties and released her bladder. She felt the warmth of the urine soak into the fabric and spread to her butt. When she was done, she took a picture of her underwear and sent it. Simon: *Black...it's hard to tell if you really did it or not.* Lily: *I DID DO IT* Simon: *Lol, I know, I'm just saying it's hard to tell. Next time wear lighter color underwear so it's easier to tell.* Lily: *I hate you so much.* Simon: *I know, and we only just started! 1/30! Talk to you in 2 hours!* __________ ‘Simon’ looked at the picture they received and saved it in a special folder. They smiled as they checked off the first item from the list written in their notepad. Simon got to their feet and went to the door. It was time to prepare for the next task.

Disclaimer! this is PinkTheDinosaur's story. they have given me permission to post it on here. I do not own it! “SPIDER!” my little sister Annabelle screamed at the top of her lungs. “STOP SCREAMING!” I screamed back at her before running over and killing the damn spider. “Look, just go downstairs and look through some of the stuff down there!” Annabelle was 8 years old and had a very high pitched scream that I absolutely could not stand. So far that had been her 4th time screaming her head off and I would rather clear out this attic myself than to hear her scream near me one more time. Why are we cleaning the attic? Well because we're selling my grandmas house. About 5 months ago my grandma got really sick and died just 2 weeks later. It was a very sad time for us all. Anyway, my mom couldn't afford to keep both our hose and my grandma's house so she decided to get everything out and go through it. Some stuff we are selling, some were giving to goodwill, and some were keeping. My sister was in tears after I yelled at her but what do you expect? A 16-year-old brother can only handle so much screaming. But Annabelle did climb down the ladder leading to the attic crying so it wouldn't be so bad. Mom might be a little mad at me for yelling at her but even she knows how much of a pain it can be to hear my sister scream. I was about to get back to taking stuff down the ladder when I suddenly heard something slam shut. Looking back I could see the door to the attic had closed shut. Shit! I went over and tried to reopen the door but it wouldn't budge. Whoever made it, made it so that it can only be opened from the outside. “Perfect,” I whisper as I pulled out my phone to text my mom. She had a few things to do today so she left the two of us here to clear out the attic. ‘Hi mom, Annabelle’s screaming was getting on my nerves so I sent her downstairs. She must have accidentally knocked the ladder and now I'm stuck up here.’ I texted my mom. ‘Ok, I'm almost done with my shopping and I'll be back in 30 minutes.” she texted me back. great, stuck up here with nothing to do. My grandma doesn't have internet and my phone doesn't have any apps so I'm already bored. Not long after that, I hired the phone ring downstairs. Most likely mom checking on Anna. I take a look over at the boxes still up here and I decided to open a few and see whats inside. Maybe I could find something cool and call dibs on it. the first box had nothing but clothes in it, the next had old photos, and finally the last I checked actually had stuff in it! Most of it was old junk that I wouldn't have any use for. But it was still neat to look at some of it. Then I noticed something, a little pink box. I grabbed it and just looked at it. Out of everything in the box this one looked a little out of place. As I opened it, I let out a small giggle. It was a pink diaper with the word ‘princess’ on the front. On the back was just a large red hart. “Why was this up here?” I asked myself before tossing the diaper and continued to look through my grandma's stuff. But then I heard something, a small rustling sound, was it a rat!? I quickly turn around to see nothing. Then I hear the rustling again and I turned to look at the attic door. But again nothing was there, well except for the diaper. Just then I realized the rustling sound must have been the diaper. but what I didn't realize was it wasn't in the spot I tossed it at. I decided I should actually pick it up and put it back in the box before mom gets back. As I walk over and try to pick it up however the diaper suddenly leaps into the air and clamped onto my face! What the fuck! I immediately start fracking out as I try to pull the diaper off my face when I suddenly fall down. “Ow,” I say as I rub my head and release the diaper is off my face but notice it's trying to make its way into my pants! I immediately grab onto it and tried as hard as I could to pull on it, but It just would not budge! I might be scrawny but I can't be this week! But my hands slip and the diaper went right into my pants. I quickly stand up as I feel the diaper moving around in my underwear! I immediately pull down both my pants and underwear just as the diaper tapes itself onto me and started releasing a thick pink smoke! “What the hell!” I yell out before I start coughing and I close my eyes. With my eyes closed, I didn't see my clothes began to disappear and soon replaced by different clothes. When I finally was able to open my eyes I screamed as I looked down. I now had knee-length socks and black shoes. My pants were gone and I was now wearing a pink frilly skirt that only covered half of the pink diaper. My shirt was replaced with a short-sleeved pink shirt that didn't even cover my bellybutton with a red vest red ribbons over it. And if I had a mirror I would see that my dark hair has turned into a light pink color with a small ow sicking out the side of my head! “W-w-what the…” I said weakly as my body starts shaking slightly. "What the hell was going on here!" I then began pulling at everything, trying as hard as I can to remove any of it! “You can't take me off.” I heard someone say and I immediately jumped and began looking around. “Who said that?” I asked as I saw no one else around me. “I am Pardie,” the voice said again. “Where are you!” I asked. “Look down.” the voice said and when I did all I could see was the diaper. “What do you mean? All I see is the diaper.” I tell the voice. Suddenly the diaper began to swell and get bigger forcing my legs apart! “I am the diaper.” the voice said before deflating back to the original size. (the name pardie is diaper with the letters changed around) “T-this can't be happening,” I say as I really start to freak out. “Ow, but it is princess, and now it's time for you to save your kingdom,” Pardie told me and suddenly the diaper began letting out even more smoke. “NOT AGAIN!” I yelled as I closed my eyes and began coughing again. When the smoke finally subsided and I was finally able to breathe again I opened my eyes to see I was no longer in the attic anymore. “WHAT THE HELL!” I screamed as I began to freak out. “THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING! I was now inside an empty room with only a single window and a door. “Welcome to you castle princess,” Pardie said to me. “IM A BOY NOT A PRINCESS!” I screamed at the diaper and realized I'm losing my mind. There's no way I'm screaming at a talking diaper, or magically been taken somewhere else. “This has to be a dream. Ya, I must have slipped when I was picking up the diaper and hit my head.” I told myself. “You still don't believe this is real?” pardie asked. “Of course not!” I screamed. “Who in their right mind would think diapers could talk!” Suddenly I felt the diaper suddenly get really tight as it began shrinking! At first, it wasn't that bad, hell I figured it would just pop off as soon as it got small enough. But no, it soon felt like there was a vise clamped onto my nuts! Soon I was screaming in pain. “Do you believe this is real now princess?” pardie asked. “YES!” I screamed just wanting the pain to be over and thankfully the diaper went back to normal. “What is going on here?” I asked the diaper as soon as the pain in my crotch went away. “You are here to save your kingdom princess.” pardie told me. “What kingdom?” I asked and suddenly heard screaming coming from outside the window. I immediately ran over to the window and looked outside and my jaw dropped. I was in some sort of tower looking down at a vast beautiful city. But with a closer look, I could see people running around screaming as buildings were lit on fire. Then I saw the case of the fire, a large lion with goat horns was breathing fire! “Princes, it's time for you to save your kingdom,” Pardie told me as I nearly pissed my diaper.