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Hello all, I'm working on an omo themed visual novel, just out of boredom tbh (quarantine, am I right?) but also because It's something I've wanted to do for a while. It seems that rpgs are the main game format in this community but truthfully I've never been a fan, they just aren't very immersive to me and the battle sequences get tedious very quickly. Anyways, the basic premise of the story is a kind of slice-of-life couple of days, from the point of view of a college student. It is also from a male perspective and is furry based which Im afraid will not appeal to many people here but I hope some of you will give it a go regardless! The main character is a wolf named Jasper who's had a lot of almost-accidents in recent times and has had a tendency to hold it for too long, either out of circumstances (in class, walking somewhere, busy) or stubbornness. The game will span over the course of 2 full days (an entire weekend) and follow him through various events and activities, some of which are dictated by the player. It's heavily choice-based, you can make choices to wear a diaper or not, when to pee, where to pee, and such. Throughout the 1st day, he has a sort of 'awakening' and realizes he enjoys omo, and the 2nd day he experiments with this new 'hobby.' So there is a balance of unintentional and intentional wetting/peeing in general. I was just wondering what you guys would want to see in a visual novel game like this. Any specific scenarios, scenes, etc, I'm happy to take into consideration! There will be fully colored artwork for significant scenes, plus background art, sound effects, music, the works. This is one project I'm confident I won't abandon prematurely since I am already familiar with the format and program (Ren'py) so it isn't a huge undertaking. Thanks for reading!

So, I've been wanting to draw more omo art, and I've not had a lot of specific ideas for things to draw. So I thought I'd ask here to see if anybody has something they'd like to see me draw, since I enjoy drawing most when I know at least one person appreciates it. XD Here's some omo art I've done so far, so you've got an example: I'd prefer drawing desperate guys than desperate girls, and would rather draw women peeing than men peeing (but not completely opposed to the reverse, if I like other things about the idea). Any species can be fun to draw, including made up ones. I don't currently want to draw explicit nudity, but 'furry nudity' (naked but can't actually see anything) is fine. I also can't draw humans to save my life, so furry only, sorry. XD So, suggest stuff to me here if you've got any ideas! I can't guarantee that I'll draw all of them if I get a lot, but I'll still at least draw some of them!

WhIle still working out marketing I decided to post a collection of my art. Hopefully I'll attract fans and customers. Furry, Diaper, Lots of girls and pony stuff. Now with DBZ and soon to come Summer, Lapis and Charlie. Nothing safe for work, expect nudity.

This is Chapter One of a larger story. I apologize in advance for any mistakes. -- On Travelling Light "When hiking in the wilderness, one should always travel light." It was a wise and time-tested adage, but as Alexander Privost was about to learn, there was more than one way the piece of traditional wisdom should be heeded. When the morning sun came filtering through the tropical treetops and onto the thin fabric of the tent, Alex was awoken with two thoughts. The first was the wonderfully warm and humid weather, along with a uniquely heavy and lethargic feeling to his body, which together was very conducive to him staying in his bedroll and sleeping a bit longer; the second was that he was not alone. He thankfully remembered shortly after exactly why. -- He'd been between expeditions, nursing a drink in an open-air bar near the port, and trying to plot the best route to his next destination, a fishing town near a freshwater lake several miles up north. The young adult tabby was no novice adventurer and if his gearpack and rough clothing didn't tell the tale, his lithe and fit body surely would. Between sips, he'd found the stool next to his occupied by a rather attractive young lynx. He'd thought nothing of it at first, until she rather pointedly leaned in to pore over his map, quietly remarking, "Don't take the trade road. There's a team of highwaymen working right around here," she indicated a blind curve on the map with a light drag of her foreclaw, "and they've paid off the local patrols." Normally, Alex have been annoyed by the blasé interruption, but her perception and helpful recommendation gave him pause. She beamed at him with eager green eyes and an energetic smile when he lifted his gaze from the map. "Penelope," she chimed. "Call me Penny." He gently, perhaps a little unsurely, shook her proffered hand. "Alexander. Alex. You've uh... got a pretty keen eye. Are you local?" She shook her head, long locks of black hair shimmering in the strong afternoon sun. "No. Not, natively, anyway. I was born on a merchant ship," She chuckled. "Traveling is in my blood, I've been doing it as long as I could walk, though, and this is one of my favorite ports." She patted Alex's travel pack, which sat on the floor between them. "Forgive me, I saw your gear and the map and I just couldn't help myself." Alex gave a good-natured chuckle and leaned over the map, circling the bend in the road she'd pointed out with a charcoal pencil and leaning back. "Can I get you a drink?" He asked. "It's the least I could do for your help." Penny raised her eyebrows, cordial smile curling into a coy grin. "Tell you what, if you buy us dinner I could help you a lot more than that." Afternoon wore on to evening, finding them moved on from the bar to a tavern on the docks. A collection of maps and charts intermingled upon a back booth table with several empty plates and bowls, and a couple empty tankards of mead. The maps were covered in charcoal pencil marks, outlining a path through the wilderness to the destination he'd planned; some shortcuts, some detours, and some resting places. The trip would take the better part of a day and a half, but the eager and provably expert young lynx knew her stuff. Alex hiccupped and burped quietly, and reflected that he had sure enough paid for dinner... but Penny had paid for the second and third helpings, of which he'd had the majority share. How he'd managed that, he wasn't quite sure, but he had a faint recollection of some food finding its way to his mouth without the use of his own hands. Penny chuckled, arms behind her head across the booth from Alex, eyes half-lidded and that now familiar smirk gracing her maw again. "Well, I suppose we should be glad we plotted a more challenging route than the main road. We've got some calories to burn off." Alex gave his own sheepish grin, the full weight of his consumption manifesting in a slowly dawning sensation of acute fullness and a touch of embarrassment, a single hand gingerly cradling his middle. Penny sensed his apprehension and began rolling up the maps, carefully stowing them in her own travel pack. "What say we get some shuteye? I have a feeling we're both gonna need some time to sleep it off and we need to set out early." Alex nodded, before realizing he'd failed to book a room. He'd planned to after charting his route at the bar, but Penny had proven to be very distracting. Very distracting. Almost as distracting as the fact that the lynx had taken the tabby's hand, guiding him out the door and into the cool costal night air. The idea that the lynx had cunningly coaxed his solo expedition into a trip for two didn't even dawn on him. As they trodded on down the moonlit streets of the sleeping town, he did, however, think to protest. Things were moving quickly - and not just literally, given the brisk pace they took wasn't easing the aching fullness in his tummy - but he'd just met the girl this afternoon. She wasn't unattractive; in fact, the way her youthful, curved figure moved in the silhouette of the blue-gold moonlight, and the way her hair sparkled in a way that almost made it blend with the distant inky waves of the ocean certainly helped with his unease, but Alex was a travel-wise cat. He had the uncanny feeling he was being led into a trap. He finally let his training win out, and as he opened his mouth to protest, he realized they'd already been past the front desk of a fairly reputable inn, paid for the night, and were halfway through the door of one of the upstairs rooms. Perhaps, he figured, he'd let himself get into trouble. He'd been in worse, after all. What followed was fairly predictable. They made small talk on the bed for a couple minutes before Penny unbuttoned her linen top, while Alex turned down the gas lamps with an outstretched arm. They made love once, fumbled around a little, then again, although perhaps a little less frantically than two people their age and vim normally would. Alex's stomach still was badly full, and each time he got a little too lost in the throes of mating, it reminded him with a groan and twinge of ache. Penny had done most of the work, he decided to himself honestly at the end and collapsed into the mattress, exhausted. Within a few minutes, he was deep asleep, and his body finally found peace enough to focus on the task at hand. Penny, however, was wide awake and watching. Once she was sure he was asleep, she scooted a little closer to him, and carefully lifted his top. He was laying on his back; his stomach protruded decently, but not outlandishly so below his ribs - the cat's light and agile frame was not accustomed to the amount of food he'd forced down, even if his active lifestyle did mean he occasionally had a fairly high caloric intake. It grumbled and churned restlessly between his breaths, and after a few moments, she could resist no longer, laying next to him and resting her head right on top of it - gently at first, so as not to wake him, but then easing the weight on until she was comfortable, listening to his stuffed tum squeeze and digest the meal(s) within. Admittedly, however, her thoughts weren't quite in the present. No, she was rather thinking of the days ahead, and with those thoughts in mind, she finally began to drift off to sleep. Alex awoke first, but the hefty groan that squeezed its way out of his maw ensured Penny followed shortly after. He felt like he'd ingested a particularly dense and roughly as ornery stone, and the lynx laying half-atop him certainly wasn't helping his gumption to rise. Mercifully, however, she rose, bare breasts and slim body lit from behind by the grey-blue, fickle glow of the distant sunrise approaching from beyond the horizon. Even he couldn't quite help cracking a half way, crooked smile. She returned the look with an amorous, sleepy grin, tail batting coyly on the mattress. "I'd letcha keep looking," she said, unsubtly arching her back, "but we need to get a move on if we're going to make time." He gave a playful protest in the form of another groan, but began to wrestle his own nude frame out of bed, eventually standing bare and stretching. She took her return on investment gazing at his shapely, round rear for as long as it took for him to get some shorts on, then set to work getting herself dressed. A few minutes later, they headed back downstairs and onto the patio to have breakfast before departing, laying the maps out once again to review the path. They'd follow the North road out of town, but only as far as a mile or two before detouring onto an old hunting trail, and into the dense forest from there. Alex was still mildly suffering from the generous portion or three that he'd packed down the night before, but his stomach was empty, and breakfast being the most important meal of the day (besides lunch and dinner,) he took a generous portion of fresh eggs and salted meats with coffee. Penny supped on eggs on toast and some tea. After both taking their fill, they packed and set out. Grey-blue turned to violet and gold, the sun cresting the hills behind them as they crossed the town's border. Ahead of them, a major dirt road about three motor-carriages wide wound before them, lined on either side by rough weeds and grass, and then by ancient, towering, and dense redwoods. The lynx led the way with the tabby not far behind, admiring her natural bounce with each step as they paced on. The going was easy despite the slight grade as they climbed a lazy knoll that marked their approach to the foothills of the King Mountains. Penny hummed a rhythm to the padding of her feet that Alex found merry, and after a time, he paused. "What song is that? I've never heard it before." She glanced behind herself for a moment, not stopping her pace. "It's a tune that the steamer hands have picked up recently, it's been stuck in my head since I got in to port last week." She turned her head forward, singing boldly with a bellow that Alex was surprised a body like hers could produce, "There were two lofty ships from old 'Ellen came, Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we; One was the Prince of Windward, and the other Prince of Dames, Cruising down along the coast of the High Palm Tree. " 'Aloft there, aloft!' our jolly boatswain cries, Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we; 'Look ahead, look astern, look aweather and alee, Look along down the coast of the High Palm Tree.' " Alex hummed along as she continued and he had time to pick up the tune, and before he knew it, they'd left the road and were into the trailhead. Purple yellow turned to verdant hues as the rising sun became sheltered below the canopy and scattered by the low grass around them, songbirds and the whisper winds of the tall trees filling the soundscape around them. The pace went from even and rhythmic to more deliberate and jaunty, following the lynx over roots, around fallen logs, and through tight clearings where the greens threatened to reclaim the long untended trail. It was about then that Alex realized he might have a problem. With every jaunt and swing, he could feel his laden insides bounce and lurch, throwing off his balance and making him acutely aware of how much he'd ingested. He was also fairly aware of a lingering unease within as his meal from the night before continued southward, weighing down somewhere behind his bellybutton. Despite his active lifestyle and decent appetite, the tabby knew he'd grossly overindulged and would be paying for it soon. "Hey!" Alex perked. Penny had stopped about a quarter cable ahead, arms folded, tail coiling and uncoiling behind her. "Slowpoke, we'll never make it to the marker before sundown at this rate." The tabby picked up the pace, joining her after a moment of awkward jogging or two. "Something bothering you? ...Eat too much?" Alex nodded sheepishly, not quite noticing the half-singsong tone she'd taken on the last half of her inquiry. An inquisitive index finger of the lynx's found and prodded Alex's mostly unguarded belly, eliciting a grumpy "Hey!" from him. She retorted with a precocious growl-chuckle, chasing it with a "Hey nothing, you. C'mon, work it off!" And with that, she set off again at a brisk pace, and gritting his teeth, Alex followed, along with his burdened belly. Things didn't get much easier from there. Light groans and shifts from within Alex's belly turned longer, deeper, and lower, and before long he was beginning to feel gassy. Digestion was taking its toll on the cat, and as the minutes dragged into the better part of an hour, he could swear he was heavier than he was when he'd set off on the hike. Another problem was beginning to brew as well, literally; the coffee he'd drank earlier had sunk through his body and was filling his bladder. A tense, dull tingling inside reminded him of it with each footfall. Mercifully, they reached their first checkpoint on the map - the ruins of a temple from ages long past. Nestled against a cliff and largely hidden by the growing thickness of the trees surrounding them, the mist from the canopy intermingled whimsically with the remains of its clay roof. They found a relatively safe spot to sit, rest, stretch, and in Alex's case, fidget. Penny sensed his restlessness and scooted closer to him and rub his shoulders. "Feeling any better?" Alex shook his head. "I feel like my entire body is out of rhythm. I might need to take a break soon." Penny feigned ignorance, leaning in to nuzzle at the left side of his cheek. "We are taking a break, silly." Alex huffed. "Not that kind of break." His gut let out a low bubbling to punctuate his statement. The lynx giggled and let her hands drop to Alex's tummy and give it a couple pats. "Poor boy." Alex smiled sheepishly, and Penelope stood up and stretched. "Well, I suppose I could take a leak, myself. Ladies first~!" She stood and wandered off out of sight before he could protest. She slunk behind the stonework of the structure, dropping her trousers and squatting, letting the leaves and grass tickle her rear, before sighing out and letting her stream flow gently from her body. A mild mist rose from below her as it tinkled and trickled betwixt the plants under her butt, pooling in a natural divot in the dirt a couple feet away. While she did her business, she marveled at the natural beauty of the ornate grey and white stone - hewn with primitive tools into ornate columns and arches - and how nature intermingled in vines and sprouts in the absence of its founders and caretakers. She took a minute to work out her plans for the day - not of traveling, they had those plans down pat - but her rather more dubious ones with her traveling companion. She could read his body language pretty well - his body was obviously working its way through his massive intake and preparing to rid itself of the excess, she mused, and she didn't want to waste the opportunity, so she pondered a little on how she could manage to keep him ripe and bottom heavy. A devious idea struck her, and she chewed on her lower lip a little as her stream dwindled to a stop. She hiked up her shorts but left the top two buttons deliberately undone as she made her way back up to the temple. Alex was a little disoriented to say the least. The weight and bloating in his guts curled ever lower and grew in noise and discomfort with each passing minute, and the anticipation of coming relief wasn't helping. He jumped a bit when Penny tapped his shoulder. "Jeez. We should be glad you followed my advice, daydreamer, or those bandits would have eaten you for breakfast." He managed a bashful smile. "My turn?" Alex asked sarcastically, rising gingerly and wincing as his guts redistributed the weight within him with an audible, thick gurgle. He wasn't expecting Penny to reply with a "Maybe~" and a soft peck to his lips. The tabby didn't quite understand, and figured perhaps she was trying to be funny or flirty, but when he tried to pass her after returning her smooch distractedly, she stepped back in front of him, both hands gripping - gently, but with a sense of importance - his hips. "...Penny?" He asked. "I uh, gotta go. Can this wait?" Penny leaned in, chewing her lower lip a little again, and finally pushed through her own hesitation to breathe heavily into his ear, "Can I help?" Alex didn't know what to make of what she'd said beyond that her tone awoke a primal feeling within, more powerful than his bloated bowels and needy bladder, starting somewhere in his loins and working up his spine with youthful, lustful fire. He gave her the off-balance look of confused arousal and hoped it could convey his feelings - and in a way, it did, leaving Penelope to hook a confident finger into the hem of his shorts and lead him down and off into the greens a ways. Suitably, they came to stop at a particularly broad (and to Alex, deeply inviting) tree. As Penny let go of Alex's shorts and slipped behind him, his bladder suddenly felt more full... needier, too, probably because of the natural place of relief right in front of him. Penny let her arms drape around his sides, nipping at his neck as she undid his shorts and let them drop to his feet... but not his underwear. Alex let out a whimper, half out of lust, half out of urgency as his knees drew inward and his hips began to shift and squirm. He pleaded in a voice very unlike his usually confident nature, "Penny...? I really need to go, seriously..." The only reply he got was the same aroused tone she'd given him, washing into his ear with a heat and melody he swore was unnatural, "I know~." Her clawtips found the hem of his underclothes, and she gently, slowly worked them down, his cock bouncing free from its confines in the open air, confidently already at half-mast. Thankfully, his own thudding heart and now badly full and very eager to empty bladder kept it from standing fully and preventing him from urinating, and with his underwear joining his shorts around his ankles, the soft pads of the lynx's paws gently, softly... warmly clasped his length. He let out a nervous whimper, his resolve to hold his urine back weakening with each moment, and he was acutely aware now he wasn't being fellated... no, he was being aimed. Still, something was stopping him from watering the tree in front of him, and a needy bubbling from deep within reminded him... it wasn't just his bladder that was full. He opened his mouth, fumbling for words as one does when they've never been a position remotely needing them before, "Penny? I, uh... You might not want to stand behind me, I..." Penny cut him off. "I know, cutie. Whatever happens, happens, but you'd better not dirty my clothes~." Alex gave an urgent groan. He had no choice in the matter, anymore anyway, and with a distinct sensation of losing his grip on his bladder, a stream burst forth from the tip of his length, uneven and weak at first, but within moments gushing so powerfully the backsplash from the tree trunk was lightly tickling their feet. But inevitably, as one does when they've been sealed up for so long, Alex felt a familiar tickling as the very base of his butt, and despite forcing his stream to a stop with a rather admittedly girlish whine, it resumed heedless of his commands, and with it, a rather long and heavy fart burst from his rear. The gas that had been trapped and mixing in his belly simply wouldn't be denied any longer, and with his limited control of his lower muscles, it finally forced its way to freedom, warming penny's lap and dissipating, mercifully, into the gentle open breeze. He squinted his eyes shut and grit his teeth, hoping an apologetic groan would be enough, sure he was going to lose control of his butt at the same time that he was draining the lake between his hips, but thankfully his trumpeting dwindled to a stop on its own. Penny gave his bare ass a couple pats with one hand in a lewdly reassuring sort of way, and the rather humiliated tabby continued to hose the tree in front of him with pee for a good half-minute before his stream eased shakily to a stop. They stood there for a short while, panting, hearts pounding, and bodies leaning against each other for a short while. The secret was out, and although Alex was still confused and guessing at exactly why Penny was doing what she did, he found he had way less of an apprehension about it than he'd imagined he would. That was, until he felt her hand glide down his thigh and start to pull his underclothes back up. His guts heaved in protest with a very audible, deep rumbling and penny could feel his butt squeeze tightly against her hips, a laborious groan tumbling from his maw. "Penny, no, I still gotta..." She gave his ear a good nip and pulled up his underclothes and shorts the rest of the way, fumbling with the catches until they were snug against his still burdened belly. She gently turned him to face her, and the look on her face instantly weakened his resolve to pull free. Lust was spelled across her expression in text plainer than any print, her half-lidded eyes searching his, heavy, slow breathing eliciting little trills from her nose as she chewed visibly on her lower lip. She leaned in, kissing him so hard he had to lean forward to stop them both stumbling or falling backwards into the generous pond he'd just made, and kissed back, both expressing their mutual arousal in little heated vocalizations. A lot of understanding was exchanged in the moment without the use of any words, until they finally broke the kiss. Penny spoke first, after a moment of light fumbling. "I uh... I know you gotta, but..." She let one palm gently, lightly caress his belly. "Can you go without for a bit?" Alex didn't question it any further, it didn't matter to him why she wanted it, it was more a matter of whether he could, now. He glanced down at his gut as if a look could evaluate how much longer he could go without a proper bathroom break; Penny kissed his forehead in encouragement. His insides were heavy and full, but with the immediate gas pressure off his rear, he did definitely feel better. "I... I could, but I don't know for how long." Penny nodded. "There's a river by our first camping spot, a couple hours from here. Could you... would you make it there?" She gave him another of her looks, and it occurred to him they were becoming his favorite. Still, his weighted middle reminded him of its presence. If not for her, he'd have squatted and made himself a fair amount lighter a long time ago. "...I'll try. No promises. And only because you asked." His tone had a genuine warning edge, his guts felt traitorous. "And you're responsible if I can't." Penny pushed herself into another kiss, tail flicking with excitement. She broke the kiss after a moment, giving Alex's belly a gentle pat and admiring the deep thump it gave it response. "Well, we'd better get going, then. The sooner we get there, the sooner you'll get to go!" And with that they set off, the pace decidedly less eager and more deliberate despite Alex's disproportionate want to make the destination even more expediently than before. Penny took up the rear this time, occasionally stumbling over roots because of how intently she was staring at the shapely, bouncing, and needy ass of her travel partner.

This is Chapter One of a larger planned series, but is a complete arc. I apologize in advance for any errors. -- On Talking to Strangers Sometimes, even the brave men and women of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police have moments of fear and apprehension. Unlike in most cases, however, one of the greatest moments of adrenaline in Mizuki Hirasawa's life came when he was off-duty. In fact, curiously, it came when he was on a week's paid vacation... -- The young, slender, and girlish German Shepherd in question was aboard his third train of the morning, having set out from home before first light. Despite rising so early, he didn't feel the least bit groggy or tired. In fact, as the sun had rose along his journey from his apartment in the Akihabara District of Tokyo and now into the foothills of Gunma, so had his anxiety. He had never done anything like this before - this spontaneous, this self-indulgent, and this... risky. But, fresh on the tail of a bad breakup and the emotional funk that followed, he had resolved himself to a change of scenery, a change of pace, and a venture outside of his comfort zone. Well out of his comfort zone. At his feet was a large canvas roller-luggage bag; he quietly unzipped the front pocket and fished inside. He unfurled the dot-matrix printout of the message he'd downloaded earlier that week. After retrieving it from inside, he read it over again, half to pass the time, and half to be sure he had the right stop. He'd been so nervous he'd almost gotten off at the wrong station twice. "Hey Mizu! Thanks again for RSVPing for our first ever BBS meetup! You were the last one to contact me, which makes us four members in total. I took the train station you gave me and a map and have given you some directions below. I hope you don't mind waking up early to make the meeting time~ Bring enough clothes to last you at least a week, toiletries, and whatever else you want. I'll be paying for food and drinks and such, so don't worry too much about cash, just make sure you have enough for train fare at least. Be ready to have some fun when you arrive! I look forward to seeing you there! DIRECTIONS: 1. From Takanadobaba Station, take the 5:54 AM Yamanote Line train to Ueno Station. 2. From Ueno Station, take the 6:34 AM Hokuriku Shinkansen to Takasaki Station. 3. From Takasaki Station, take the 7:26 AM Agatsuma Line train to Kanashima Station." Mizu folded it back up and stowed it back in the front flap of his rolling luggage, holding onto the handrail in front of his seat so tightly he swore he'd leave handpaw prints in it. He closed his eyes. It's not too late to turn back, he thought. You've never met these people before. This could turn out terribly... The Shepherd grimaced and shook his head, as if to shake the intrusive thoughts out, so vigorously two people nearby looked up to glance at him. He smiled at them sheepishly, then looked back down and willed himself to be invisible until the overhead speaker crackled to life. "Kanashima Station. Kanashima." It clicked back off with a short pop. The pup steeled himself and stood, taking inventory of his belongings and preparing for the train to stop. I'm 23! I'm in charge of my life! I need to have some fun while I'm still young! The way he visibly jumped when the train car's brakes squealed totally betrayed that his internal pep talk wasn't working. As the train glided smoothly to a stop, he forced himself to walk jiltedly to the doors, and when they hissed open, he wobbled out of the train and onto the platform. The passengers that followed him paid him no mind as they stepped around where he'd stopped on the platform, walking off towards the mostly empty parking lot and out of view. The doors rolled shut with a thunk behind the pup, and as the electric motors aboard the train droned to life, he closed his eyes again and willed the butterflies in his stomach to settle. No going back now, he thought. The next train home will be along in 15 minutes, a voice inside his head reasoned. He decided coincidentally that perhaps doing instead of thinking would be more productive, and he unfurled the printout again. Everything read normally up until this point for someone attending a meeting or convention, however the directions took a decidedly different, strange turn from here. A turn which betrayed the true nature of the small vacation he'd decided to take, and the people he was on his way to meet. "4. Upon arrival at Kanashima station, locate a vending machine. Purchase a bottle of juice or tea at least one Liter. Do not use the bathroom." Mizu's grip on the sheet of paper tightened with a tense rustle. He was really doing this... He took one last deep breath, and gazed around his vicinity. The view from the station was mostly unobstructed for a mile or two. Shibukawa, the city Kanashima Station resided in, was fairly rural; a farming town nestled at the bottom of the Gunma hills. From the station, he could see the bullet train tracks, several small homes, plenty of fields, and the dark brown and green hills beyond. It was certainly a far cry of the concrete, glass, and neon of Akihabara. He took a deep breath, the crisp and cool spring air quite refreshing compared to the oppressive, smog-filled air of the city. After a moment on the empty platform, his focus returned to him. The instructions echoed in his head. Get a drink, and don't use the bathroom. Admittedly, he'd used the toilet on the Shinkansen a couple hours ago, and at the moment he was in the borderline state where he honestly couldn't tell if he needed to again. The sensations between his legs were gentle and noncommittal, and what little tingling he felt could probably be just as easily attributed to nervousness. Rather than risk making it a definite, he pushed himself to keep moving, stepping off the platform and over to the nearby waiting area for buses. There, under a wooden overhang, sat three lonely vending machines. One was for cigarettes (and was empty, anyway), so it was of no use to him - the other two were older, refrigerated vending machines for snacks and drinks. Luckily for him, the drinks machine had one last holdout fluorescent lighting tube still buzzing and illuminating the selection. After a couple minutes split between genuine apprehension and presumably browsing, he selected a 1.3L bottle of sweetened green tea. In the end, the extra 300 ml probably wasn't going to really matter if the day was going to follow the trend the instructions were setting. Which, coincidentally, was the next order of business, and after a bit of unfolding, he looked over the next step. "5. Drink half of the bottle now. Afterwards, follow the northwest road from the station until you cross under the Shinkansen tracks." Mizu gazed from the sheet, to the bottle, and back to the sheet again. He was already regretting not sticking to the minimum size on the instructions. But, for reasons he still couldn't quite get a good grasp of, he broke the seal on the bottle and raised it to his muzzle. His pulls started eager, but by the time he'd gotten to roughly halfway, each gulp was slow, deliberate, and separated by full breath in and out through his nose. He finally pulled the bottle away with a wet pop, lifting it up to the light and surveying the damage. It wasn't clear just where half was, but he guessed it was good enough, and screwed the cap back on. He licked his chops, one hand on his middle as he caught his breath, the other stowing the bottle into his luggage. After a few moments, he stepped away from the vending machines, got his bearings, and set off on a jaunty pace towards the hills. The next 45 minutes or so seemed to pass by far more quickly than it should have. Upon arriving at the overpass, Mizuki unfolded the printout, which had returned to giving mundane directions, and continued up into the hills, up ever-narrowing streets, and as the trees and brush grew more present, so did a familiar tickling in his tummy. He tried to ignore it, but it reminded him exactly where he was going and whom he was meeting, and along with his newfound mild need to pee, his anxiety also began to gently return. Gently, at least, until he found he had arrived. He was almost surprised to find he was at the end of his destination, but sure enough, turning around, he could see out over the fields, to the train station, and beyond. He turned back to face his destination. In a past life, the two story home likely had been a rather upscale investment, especially in such a rural town as Shibukawa. Now, however, the home was less regal and more "lived in," the unassuming beige paint faded with decades of warm summers, the traditional black roof tiles serving as a welcome home for moss and leaves. It was not, however, neglected, with a neat and tidy yard and well-maintained compact car in the driveway. Overall, his destination had a homely warmth to it, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn't sure what he was expecting, but whatever it was, this was a sight better. If only he could convince his feet the same thing; they'd instead decided that they were quite happy where they were and were rather uninterested in budging. After a full minute of wrestling with his apprehension, a gentle gust of particularly brisk spring air swirled past him, tickling him between his ankles, around his knees... and up his skirt. If the shiver he gave wasn't from the chill, it was from his bladder gently reminding him that he'd had plenty to drink before setting out, and the argument was persuasive enough that he nervously padded over to the front door. His right thumb pressed the doorbell, and his left hand smoothed his skirt back into place. A bell sounded somewhere inside, and there was a brief smatter of muffled but excited voices followed by footsteps approaching. Mizu winced, swallowed, and gathered what was left of his nerves while he could. The door clicked twice as the locks each drew open, and finally the door swung inward. Mizu had to lower his gaze to meet eyes with his host; standing easily at five and a half feet tall opposed to Mizu's nearly six foot two was a very laid back looking panda. Adorned in a robe and sweatpants, she definitely gave an immediate impression of youth and informality, and the mop of dark grey hair which hung lethargically off of her head cemented the facade. Despite her hair color, however, she was obviously about Mizu's age. She extended a hand, the expression on her face one of reserved joy. "You must be Mizuki!" He nodded, taking the proffered gesture and shaking with both of his. "That's me! Call me Mizu, though." He gave a nervous giggle. She beamed back at him. "Mizu it is! I'm Yasuko, but you probably already knew that." She gazed downwards. "Where's your bottle? Didja get cold feet about my directions?" Mizu winced and followed with a sheepish grin, reaching down into the pocket of his luggage and producing the bottle, giving it a slosh or two for emphasis. Yasuko was elated, grinning widely and clapping her hands together. "Wonderful! Haruaki chickened out and I made him have a cup of coffee when he got here." There was a bit of an awkward pause as Mizu stowed the bottle in the luggage and waited a beat, before Yasuko perked up. "Oh, come in! It's chilly out there, and I'm sure you want to unpack." She led the Shepherd inside, kicking the door closed behind her. The hall was a little dark, lit by a couple of wall lamps here and there, but it was tidy and warm, letting Mizu breathe a little easier, his tension finally beginning to ramp down. They arrived at a staircase just before the hall opened out into a living room. Yasuko gestured upstairs. "Your room is the first door on the right! Feel free to unpack and freshen up if you want to, we'll be down in the living room." She leaned in again and murmured into Mizu's ear. "Be sure to mind the rules when you unpack your toiletries!" Mizu bristled a little out of excitement, meekly mumbling in reply, "Rules?" The panda grinned a sinister grin. "You'll see~! Up you go, come join us when you're all settled in." She gave Mizu's butt a gentle, encouraging pat and disappeared around the corner. As he started to climb, he heard a distant, "Oh my gawd, he's so CUTE" from the living room. He smiled dopily and was misty-eyed up a smidgeon by the time he reached the top of the stairs. It was decided. He'd definitely made the right choice badgering himself into coming. -- A short time later, he was unpacked. The bedroom was small for a house of this size, but it was bigger than the bedroom of his apartment and much more richly furnished. He'd stowed his clothes in the closet and unpacked his toiletries and other belongings in the bathroom across the hall. He was definitely feeling a good portion of the tea he'd drank working its way downward through him, every bend and stretch while putting things away sending a tiny flurry of tingles and sensations from between his legs. What he felt unpacking certainly paled in comparison to when he'd taken stock of what was in the bathroom, however. He knew now what Yasuko meant by "rules." Running from one side of the ceramic toilet, up and across the toilet seat and lid, and tightly back down to the other side was a strip of thick, high-adhesive tape. On the tape in permanent marker was scrawled, "Off limits! Do not use!" along with a little squiggle, a drawing of a cherry blossom, and a winking face. Upon laying eyes on it, he let a genuine groan out of his snout, leaning forward and resting a hand on his lower tummy. His bladder had been polite all this time with the anxiety and distractions he'd been facing, but now, with only a thick strip of tape and his own voluntary actions keeping him from draining the decent amount of urine stored up inside of his belly, it decided that now was a good time to remind the pup that it was time for a pit stop. And yet, after a moment of hesitation, he'd left the bathroom, and slipped back into the bedroom - without relieving himself. He took a last few moments just to ensure he had everything in order and opened the bedroom door to head back downstairs. On the way out, however, he hesitated, then glanced back at his luggage. The bulge was still present in one of the upper flaps... He turned around and trod over to it, fishing his PET bottle of tea out of its confines, trying not to watch the tea lazily slosh around within before making his way back downstairs. Mizu heard muffled voices coming from the living room as he rounded the bottom of the stairs. He poked his head around the corner. In the middle of the room, on a pair of opposite cream-velour couches, sat Yasuko, and a black, brown, and white Shiba Inu he assumed was Haruaki. He was about Mizu's age... perhaps a little older, broad-shouldered and fit, with a tired expression on his face. He had a beanie on over his auburn hair, a red shirt with an imposing eagle-shaped design, and black slacks. He was reclined back with both arms resting upon the back of the couch, generally facing in Mizuki's direction - and coincidentally looked up as Mizu peered in. This prompted Yasuko to stop mid conversation and look over her shoulder, instantly beaming in his direction and boisterously plapping her hand on the couch cushion next to her. "Come on, you! Join us." Mizu smiled shyly and sauntered into the room, taking a look around. It was just as lavishly furnished as the rest of the house; in an entertainment center was a name-brand Hi-Fi system and a fairly large color TV, and on a desk nearby was a well-cared for NEC PC-98 (complete with its own monitor!), which he figured belonged to or was used extensively by Yasuko. He was momentarily envious. Momentarily until he gave a little yelp of surprise, Yasuko having hooked two fingers into the back of his skirt and pulled his butt couchward with a coy little, "Sit, boy!" He landed with a thump and an audible slosh from his tea bottle, which he set on the table in front of him - noticing an empty ceramic mug and empty plastic water bottle about half the size of his tea bottle standing conspicuously among the magazines and coasters. The panda continued with a confident and playful candor, "Mizu, this is Haruaki, as you can probably guess. Haruaki, this adorable boy," she said, petting the shep behind his ears, "Is Mizuki." Haruaki arched his eyebrows in an "A-ha" sort of fashion, giving a reserved, "Hey" in reply. His voice was much softer and higher in tone than he'd expected. Mizuki gave a little nod and a warm smile, mildly aware of the uncanny feeling of discovery coming to put faces to names and blocks of text on the other side of a modem. Yasuko piped up, leaning forward. "Don't let his act fool you, this nerd was so nervous about our little meetup he forgot to get a drink on the way here. Allegedly." She said, narrowing her eyes in a precociously accusatory fashion. Haruaki's expression cracked, a shy smile flashing across his muzzle for a moment before he wrestled it back away, his face a mite more pink than it was before. They made small talk for a little while. Haruaki was a full time college student, and part time convenience store clerk, studying to be an engineer. He'd found the BBS while wasting time on the college library computers, fishing around for content that suited his interests. Yasuko worked part time for her parents' consumer electronics manufacturing company. Yasuko went on to admit it was how she'd come to live in such a big house on her own - it actually belonged to her parents, but they'd since relocated to Kadoma to be closer to the company's headquarters. Her parents returned a few times a month to check in and visit, but were largely absent. She was the founder of the BBS all three had met on, which was hosted off of another computer and telephone line upstairs in her room. When asked what Mizu did for a living, he meekly replied that he worked for the city of Tokyo doing a lot of really boring paperwork. He wasn't lying, technically. Yasuko changed the subject after a short while, clapping her hands together lightly. "All righty, now that we all know each other, let's get down to business." She rose, and both of the seated canines watched in curious silence as she wandered into the kitchen. She pulled open the fridge door, and for a moment, all that was visible was her pajama-clad butt and puffball tail before she leaned back out, kicking it closed behind her. After a moment, she set down two full bottles of water on the coffee table - the same size as the empty one that was already there. Her gaze swept from Haruaki to Mizu, mischievous grin creeping across her face. "You two came all the way out here for this, might as well get the fun started." And without another word, she broke the seal on one of the bottles of water, closed her eyes, and tipped it upward, taking long, deep pulls from it. Haruaki and Mizu were too busy watching her drink in awe to realize what she quite meant. Her throat worked busily, each gulp audible in the relative quiet of the living room, until she was about halfway done with her water bottle. She opened one eye and stopped, gazing from Mizu and back to Haruaki, before tipping her head forward in a "Well?" sort of gesture. Both of the boys had an "oh right" moment, Haruaki taking a bottle for himself and Mizu collecting his half-full bottle of tea. The shepherd meekly asked, "All of it?," only to be met with a "What do you think" kind of look from the both of them. Oh well. For the better part of a minute, the only clear noise in the room was the eager chugs and gulps of three wayward young adults. After all was said and done, five empty plastic bottles and an equally vacant ceramic mug were the only evidence left of their devious intent, sitting pell-mell on the coffee table. Yasuko burped lazily and leaned back, stretching her arms over her head. "Hokay! Now we wait for that to work its magic... How's everyone feeling?" Haruaki shrugged, still trying to catch his breath. "I could take a leak, I guess..." He mused absentmindedly. Yasuko replied, "Yeah, me too, but it's not bad or anything," adding a roll of her hips for emphasis. They both turned to Mizu. Mizu recoiled slightly, on the spot for a moment, and Yasuko gave a tiny trill of amusement. Within the pup, a nagging sens­­­­ation had begun. Gone was the comfortable, if persistent tingling that had been present most of the trip from the train station, and now the familiar buzzing, insistent need to pee had manifest and was beginning to press on him downstairs. After a moment of fidgeting and working up the courage, Mizu murmured, “I guess I'm really starting to feel it...” Yasuko cackled, startling the others a little. She leaned in to muss his hair with an energetic palm. “You are adorable, you know that?” she inquired boisterously, the pup closing his eyes and growling affectionately with the tussling. “I’d never know those bold posts on my BBS came from you.” Mizu smiled sheepishly, replying, “Yeah, I guess it’s just easier to be confident online…” They made yet more small talk before Yasuko opened a cabinet inside of the entertainment center, revealing a pristine Famicom game system. “Oh dude,” enthused Haruaki from the couch, standing up to join her. “I’ve been trying to save up for one of these, but college life is suffering…” Yasuko grinned back at him while Mizu got up to join them in front of the TV. “I’ve got connections~,” she teased. “The Famicom is great and all, but Sega’s got something new coming out soon, too.” She left Mizu and Haru to fawn over her impressive collection of cartridges, retrieving a pile of junk food and some sodas from the kitchen before joining them. They took turns playing through a pair of games for some time, with Yasuko and Haruaki proving to both be very loud and much better than Mizu at both. Much gaming, trash talk, and general jubilation followed for a while, with Haruaki's performance steadily declining as Yasuko's wiggling and bouncing steadily loosened her robe. Thirty minutes passed. A casual observer would notice that their skill was beginning to decline despite their continued boisterous enjoyment. They'd also notice that, given the Famicom only supported two controllers, one of the three was sitting out between turns, and that the lack of distraction was taking its toll on their composure. On his turn to sit out, Haru had begun to tug on the hem of his slacks and restlessly adjust himself between his legs; Yasuko, the much bolder of the three, slipped a hand betwixt her legs and bounced in place; and Mizu, much more shy, simply let a hand rest on his lower belly and strained against the sloshing, insistent fullness within. Despite their needy bladders, however, they still were obviously and loudly enjoying themselves, and partaking of the drinks and snacks around them to fuel it. After nearly an hour, however, the group had considerably quieted. There was a more tense, uneasy air about them as they took turns - and controllers were being traded much more frequently as all three seemed to be rather rapidly losing their focus. A few empty soda cans littered the floor in front of the entertainment center. Despite three still half-full cans next to each of them, nobody was drinking anymore... but it was too late to stop now. Their swollen bladders simply wouldn't be ignored any longer. Mizu was the first to crack, after a particularly poor bout of playing, letting out a groan of frustration and set the controller down and finally allowing himself to visibly squirm. "Urrrf. I can't focus anymore." The buzzing in his lower belly was now an insistent, urgent throbbing. His restless thighs trembled slightly, rubbing together as he tensed his muscles repeatedly against the intense pressure built up inside. If he weren't here, in this particular situation, he'd have gone to the bathroom a long time ago. He looked up, as if realizing he wasn't alone only just now. Yasuko was still sitting Seiza style, but both hands were on her knees, bent forward and her back arching, butt wiggling beneath her and pom-pom tail shivering. Haru had quit sitting cross-legged at some point and was on his knees now, one hand obviously tucked up between his legs, looking the both of them over with a plain look of anxiety. He spoke, his voice more than a little needy. "This is fun and all... but when do we pee?" Yasuko leaned back to a playful angle, bangs falling into her face, breasts barely covered by her now very loose robe. Her face stated her need well enough, but was layered with a coy, even aroused gaze back at him. "What's the matter? Gonna spring a leak~? We'll all go eventually, don't worry about it!" Haru gazed at her flexible pose and gulped... then nodded. "...maybe..." Mizuki piped up after grimacing, their demeanor in turn reminding him of his own bladder bulging against the hem of his skirt. "That may be, but I have a feeling a toilet's not in the picture..." Yasuko pivoted her head over to Mizu, chewing on her lower lip, perhaps a little more drunk on arousal than was apparent previously. "Nope! That's the rules~" Mizu glanced down between his shivering thighs and then back up at Yasuko. "Well, we're on carpet, and with us being as bad off as we are, isn't that kind of a bad idea?" Yasuko lazily blew the bangs out of her face and Haru mimicked Mizu's downward glance before she replied. "I guess you're right." She directed her gaze over her shoulder, letting one leg jiggle urgently underneath her as she hastily assessed their surroundings. "Let's move over to the kitchen while we can." She shakily rose, unfolding her legs with a stiff groan. She gazed down at Haru, rather looming over him while he knelt, noticing he had snuck another hand betwixt his legs. "If we can still make it." Haru let out an intimidated meep as he gazed back up at her; Yasuko boldly reached over, and slowly popped the button on his slacks as if to make room for his swollen bladder. "Come on, you. You can do it!" Haru gave a needy grumble in reply, making it about halfway up and pausing to squirm before getting himself stood. His hands, however, didn't budge from their station, and instead pulled upward against his groin, struggling to buy himself time. Mizu was able to get up from where he sat with only a little bit of a struggle. At least, so he thought - near the peak of his rising, he started to stretch without even thinking about it, and what followed was a shamefully familiar sensation. A warm surge shot from beneath him, up the length of his sheath, and before he could react, dampened his tights. The pup let out an audible meep and shoved his hands up and under his skirt, now the second person in the room to abuse his junk in a desperate bid to hold back his overfull and overworked bladder. Yasuko practically trilled, grin wide and eyes half-lidded with delight, hooking both of the boys by the arms and dragging them towards the kitchen. "Come on now, before both of you ruin my floor." The trip to the kitchen took a little longer than it would normally with two extras in tow and three very sloshy tummies, but eventually Yasuko, Haruaki, and Mizuki were over the relative safety of kitchen tile. There were several seconds of awkwardness, the three youths gazing over each other as each danced and squirmed against the burning down below in their own ways, before Yasuko, whom had become the de-facto leader of this particular event, let out a flirty little giggle and spoke. "Well, I guess this is it," she mused. "What do you say we make this a little more interesting?" As both boys fidgeted and watched, she shakily untucked her hands from beneath herself, dug her thumbs into the hem of her sweatpants, and slowly, restlessly slipped them off. Now having the undivided attention of her two guests, she smirked a shaky smirk, undoing the sash of her robe and letting it hang loosely, revealing a pair of faded pink babydoll panties... and a quarter-sized damp patch. She let her back rest against the edge of the counter as the boys stared, able to keep a smug composure for about 30 seconds before grunting and shoving her hands back where they were desperately needed. "Hmmmfokay enough showing off. Your turn." Mizuki and Haru were suddenly aware of their own bodies again, and with it the pressure they were both fighting against. Mizu looked over Haru, and Haru returned the favor, shy eyes both searching each other for a few seconds with Yasuko restlessly looking on. Mizu gave a little sigh of defeat, and with one hand, reached up and undid one snap, then the next, on his skirt, each little pop resonating within his bulging, taut bladder. It slid off his hips and onto the tile, and he slid it out of the danger zone with one shaky foot. Yasuko growled a playful, "Show us the goods~" and Mizu gave a shy little smirk in response, heart thudding away in his chest as he got a good grip with his pelvic muscles and shakily let his hands part. His tight, shiny black bikeshorts showed off his bulges rather nicely - both the swollen bladder throbbing in his belly, and his junk neatly outlined by the thin elastic fabric... and the apple sized wet spot just above his sheathtip. Yasuko leaned over, lustful purr rumbling forth as she kissed the boy's cheek. "Adorable! But you better hold tight, you look about ready to pop!" Mizu touched noses with her affectionately before she pulled away, obediently resuming his obvious cupping of his junk. Yasuko turned her attention to the Shiba next, which he was dreading. Mizu glanced over, too, and noted his hesitation as well, the reserved pup avoiding eye contact, both hands jammed in his crotch and his legs crossed. Tightly. Yasuko edged over to him, almost whispering into his ear, "C'mon, buddy, don't you want to join us?" Haru shook his head, gritting his teeth and squeezing his legs tight. "You're gonna ruin those slacks..." Haru shook his head, tugging upward against his junk and twisting his hips. "Too late for that," he mumbled. Yasuko arched her eyebrows, curious, and leaned forward a bit, kissing his cheek and prying one hand away from herself to coax both of the boy's from between his legs. After a little protesting, he finally allowed her to reveal what he'd been concealing: a fist sized damp spot in his slacks. Yasuko trilled with surprise. "Jeez, you're not kidding. Good thing we got you away from my carpet when we did." Haru nodded bashfully, and sighed. "Guess it doesn't matter now..." He shakily parted his legs after a couple false starts, and carefully slipped off his slacks, revealing a pair of pale blue boxers with a shamefully large navy wet patch. "At least I've got the advantage now, I guess." And at last, the three of them were together in various states of undress and in dire, critical need of a bathroom break. Mizu mused to himself that he was probably the worst along, having drank a fair shake more than anyone else and with only a little spurt of relief to make up for it. He certainly felt and showed it, each throb of his bulging bladder eroding his will to continue and a healthy, smooth, firm bulge protruded from below his belly button. Haru continued to clutch himself tightly with his legs crossed, and Yasuko had one hand tucked between her legs, but otherwise seemed in control, the other gripping the counter she was leaning against tightly and her legs shivering. All that was audible was the remaining clothes rustling, deep breathing, and the occasional labored whine or moan. At last, Yasuko, ever the bold one, spoke up. "Don't suppose either of you two think you want to wet yourselves so I can finally win this little contest, hmm?" Mizu and Haru both honestly considered it, their bladders begging to finally be allowed to empty, but at length neither of them did, the last bit of pride, or perhaps shame, not allowing either of them to be the first to burst. Yasuko chuckled. "Didn't think so. But that's okay, because I have my secret weapon~." Mizu and Haru both had a wave of dread watch over them, Haru even flinching a little when Yasuko started to move. But she didn't touch either of them, instead leaning forward (with a moan of frustration as he own overfull bladder protested heavily) and opening the refrigerator. From within, she took out another water bottle, and shut the door, opening the top and giving both of the curious boys a devilish look. "This oughtta make those water balloons of yours pop reeeeal quick." Haru could only manage a meek, "Oh god..." before she pressed it to her lips and tilted her head up. Gulp... In the silence of the kitchen, it rang out loud and clear, the mouthful of water working down her throat and into her stomach. But for Mizu, it might as well have gone straight from the bottle and into his bladder. A wave of pressure washed over him as his bladder contracted, turning to lean on the counter and squeezing his junk in desperation as his grip against his tank full of urine faltered, a very girlish, pleading moan escaping his maw. Gulp... Haru was transfixed, eyes wide as the panda drank, her half naked frame commanding his full attention. His eyes trailed from her mouth, down her throat, past her breasts and stomach... and down to the prominent bulge that rested just above her panty hem. His focus had to come from somewhere, though, and before he realized it, there was a muffled, wet hiss, and from beneath his hands a sizable spurt of pee soaked his boxers and dribbled onto the floor. Yasuko opened one eye, gazing at him smugly as he abused his sheath with both hands to get the flow to stop, his maw agape and panting now. Gulp... Mizu's whole body shook. It was too much. The sound of Haru leaking and the continued, defiant ingesting of water by the girl next to him; all he'd drank over the past few hours; his throbbing, overfull, neglected bladder; it was all too much. The red-hot pangs of fullness in his belly would not be stayed any longer, he had to do something, his crotch burned with the threat of an accident. Just a little, he reasoned. Just a little bit... He let his muscles relax as much as he dared, and soon his own little spurts followed, the jet of urine springing through the thin fabric of his spats, through his cupped hands, and onto the floor with three heavy splashes. Gulp... Haru had every muscle tightened, his sheath squashed shut by his hands and legs, and his body contorting like a child refusing to be potty trained, but it simply wasn't enough. Another sequestered hiss started from within the confines of his constrained crotch, but this one was longer... fuller... heavier... and the spattering on the floor under him didn't stop for several seconds. "No... stop... please..." It wasn't clear if he was begging for Yasuko to stop with her flagrant acts or with his own abused and failing bladder control, but neither heeded him. Another rushing surge of urine shot out like a bespoke fountain from in between his fingers and onto the floor, but this one didn't stop, and before long he had parted his hands and legs and simply let the river of pee rushing out of his sheath and onto the floor of the kitchen go. It arced from his tip out through the fabric of his boxers as much as it drained through both of his leg holes; and the moaning, panting that escaped his open, upward tilted maw were as unrestrained as the flow belting from down below. Yasuko smiled from the mouth of her bottle, but she hadn't forgotten about Mizu, and as her gaze swept to him, he meekly protested with a pleading whimper. Gulp. Mizu's eyes went wide. Something had happened within him. As the panda forced down another mouthful of water, it felt like a fuse had been lit inside of his body. As the water worked down the panda's neck, he could feel a chill run down his spine and rush towards his belly. When the water reached Yasuko's stomach and stopped, the signal within his middle didn't, rushing down past his belly button and crashing into his bladder with immense speed. And then, all at once, he realized what it was. His pelvic muscles relaxed all at once, and with a final, futile yelp, his bladder contracted. Despite the pressure from both hands, a spout of urine sprayed forth from his sheath, soaking his blouse and splashing Yasuko's leg before splattering on the tile of the kitchen floor. He commanded his body to stop, tried frantically ordering his pelvic muscles closed, but they heeded no commands, completely overridden by his own body. He let out a wail of defeat, his hands dropping away from his crotch as he slumped to the floor with a wet splat. His stream of urine arced a good foot in the air through his spats, curving back downward and drenching his chest and belly before finally forming a huge puddle beneath him. Gulp... As both boys looked up, between their pants and moans, still helplessly having their accidents, they realized that Yasuko hadn't stopped drinking. Instead, she'd closed her eyes. Gulp. A few bubbles of air rose in the bottle as the vacuum created by her consumption equalized. Her bladder was the opposite of a vacuum, however, her confidence betrayed by the damage her own mind game was playing within her, and before long, a dripping sound joined the gushing and splashing the two boys nearby were making as three or four droplets fell from her suddenly much darker panties. Gulp. They watched in awe, their own bladders nearing empty and their streams dwindling to trickles, then a couple final spurts, as Yasuko continued to chug. She let the hand holding herself slip away from her crotch, resting on her tummy as the dripping became a tiny rivulet. Gulp. The bottle was mostly empty now, only a good mouthful or so left. Yasuko paused to breathe, although the breath was more of a helplessly aroused moan, as the rivulet beneath pulsed with strength, once, twice, and then finally becoming a full, urgent stream as her own grip finally caved. Gulp. The bottle was empty now. It clattered to the floor as she let it drop, splashing where her growing pool of urine was beginning to encroach upon Haru's small lake, both hands on her belly as her stream grew to a fountain, panting and gasping as her own taxed bladder wrung itself empty. She gazed downward, chest heaving, as her victory over the two also reached its end, pouring forth without any hope of stopping as the boys aside of her looked on, dazed and exhausted. At last, she finished, letting her stream trickle to a stop. All three of them collected themselves, panting and groaning as the puddles they made gradually wicked into their underwear and dangling clothes. Their faces were three unique portraits of relief and adrenaline, the group all practically glowing with the thrill of what they'd done. Minutes that seemed like hours ticked on, until Mizu finally returned to some state of awareness, gazing around at the half-naked pair next to him, then down at the now staggeringly drenched kitchen tile. "Whoa..." he mumbled. Yasuko and Haru seemed to rouse at his words, each taking in the scene before them, Yasuko mumbling "No kidding..." and Haru just bashfully smiling and averting his gaze. Yasuko reached out both her arms, pulling the pair over to give both of them a soft, affectionate kiss, amidst the now singular pool beneath them. "You two are amazing. I've... never felt like this before." Mizu quietly mumbled a "Me, either," and Haru simply nodded, working up the courage to beg another kiss from Yasuko with his lips, which she returned warmly. "Well," Yasuko ventured, the wetness on her body rapidly beginning to cool. "We've got some cleanup to do. What do you boys say you head over to the master bathroom and get those wet clothes off, I'll mop up here and join you in a minute while you get the hot water running?" Mizu, Yasuko, and Haru all exchanged glances, and Haru, who was obviously tenting by this point, shakily rose first, followed by Mizu, who developed a similar problem as he tailed behind Haru to the bathroom. Yasuko took a moment to collect herself, testing her legs before rising, licking her lips and envisioning what was soon to follow as she wobbled to a nearby cabinet and dug out some towels. When she finished and joined them, she found herself involved in something that only partially involved helping each other get washed up. They spent the rest of the afternoon and evening bonding, swapping stories and experiences like any other three young adults would, and after dinner, while their clothes tumbled in the dryer, when they all tucked into bed, each was still glowing, now mixed with eager anticipation for what would come the next day, and the days that followed. Sleep wouldn't come easy; for Haru because he was simply too excited, but for the other two, well... ...that's a story for another time.

I tag my stories thoroughly, sue me. Lana is an OC (or i guess FC since she's a Mareep?) of mine, and her reference can be found on my Furaffinity in my profile. Which is very NSFW. She is also over 18, specifically 19. Enjoy. ---------- It had been a long day for Lana. Forgetting to set her alarm clock in the morning (admittedly not a very uncommon) and having to rush out the door to not be too late for class would normally not be a huge deal. Having a pretty time-crunched day of classes, also not normally a huge deal; it happened twice a week, after all. Having your dance shift at work happening basically as soon as you got out of class, also not a huge deal. All of that happening at once on the same day? A huge deal. Lana rushed into the building, still carrying all of her school bags since heading home could have made her late, and even now she was barely on time. One of the club managers approached her, a thirty-something Emolga lady that Lana was actually quite fond of, even if she was a little out there sometimes. "Oh, Lana, you're just in time! You look a little frantic, is something wrong?" "Uh... a little awkward to say, but I've really gotta piss." "But your show's on in a couple minutes! C'mon, you'll be fine, get yourself dressed." "But-" "Hurry! If you're late the customers won't be happy, and then we'll both not be happy!" Lana grimaced, shifting on her feet and squeezing her crotch. She knew her manager didn't mean poorly, and she did have a point, but still... that woman could be awful stubborn about these things, and Lana could tell it'd just be better to get her dance over with and hope for the best rather than argue and be late. Thus, she made her way backstage to lock away her street clothes and bags, leaving herself half-naked in her favorite green bra and panties. A lot of people commented that it looked nice on her blue skin and yellow wool, but right now all Lana could think about is if they'd say the same if something else yellow stained them. Lana looked at the clock behind her and sighed. Nope, no time to take a quick leak, she had to get onstage now. At least her first routine for today was a solo one; worst case scenario, wetting herself would be worse with a partner next to her than without one. Shaking the thought out of her mind, she stepped up onto the stage, and as if nothing was amiss, began to dance. For all the desperation leading up to the performance, she was able to hide it rather well once it started. Granted, her initial movements were slow and teasing; none of the high-energy moves she was known for came in until the second half when she had taken off her bra already. A perceptive watcher could notice her leg muscles twitching a little, but nobody was that perceptive while they were watching a barely-clothed Mareep girl dance around a pole. A little past five minutes into her shift, though, Lana felt her first big wave of desperation. She closed her eyes and clenched her hand into her crotch, earning her an odd look from a couple of audience members. However, she did her best to play it off as a move to tease, and slowly moved her hand away again, luckily still dry. Internally, though, her alarms were in full alert: she was pretty close to decidedly not still being dry, after all, and her confidence in making it through the show was starting to wane. Now a third of the way through her show, and Lana was sweating. She made sure to keep one of her hands close to her crotch as much as she could, just in case, but it was time to take off the bra: a bit of a risky move. Slowly, both hands raised up and behind her, preparing to undo the clasp of her bra. Just as the fabric began to fall away from her chest, another strong wave of desperation crashed over her. She gasped and her hands dove downward to fight the wave, but it was just a bit too late. Lana tried her best not to openly grimace on stage, but her panties had a wet spot on them now, and she obviously didn't have anything on her to hide it with. She tried playing it off, touching herself a little and softly moaning, suggesting to the audience it might be another, hotter fluid, but a couple of souls in the audience didn't exactly look convinced. Even further unusual, the sudden shock had caused her to drop her bra, instead of throw it for some lucky audience member to catch like she usually would. With her tits out, the situation was both less and more dire. She didn't have to pay as much attention to her breasts, as the sight of them bouncing, swaying, and jiggling would distract some, and she could keep her hands closer to her nethers. However, the more extravagant moves would be expected of her, requiring quick and sudden movements that her bladder might not be able to take. It wouldn't just take a very quick eye to see the wet spot on her underwear, especially since it seemed to be slowly growing as the minutes passed. Each short leak was met with dread from Lana; her dance was half over, but her floodgates were far past half broken. Keeping silent and feigning that everything was fine was working fine to fool the crowd, but that was very quick to change. Lana could feel her bladder muscles quivering with exhaustion, and slowly she realized that she wasn't going to make it through these last ten minutes dry. The leaks were becoming more erratic and slightly longer, and her urine was starting to drip onto the stage. Whispers were spreading through the crowd, and while a few of them seemed more into it now then they were before, a few people in contrast left the stands, thinking this was some planned fetish thing they weren't informed of. Lana would have loved for that to be the case, because then the embarrassment of what was imminent might sting a bit less. Maybe she could play it off like that afterwards, but not to her manager... One final challenge waited for Lana, one that she both didn't want to reach and wanted to get over with: taking off her panties. It required stopping her motion and going slow and sensual, and she already knew that would be the last straw. Still, she had to do it, and her movements around the pole slowed down. Facing away from the crowd, showing them her ass, she slowly began to peel off her wet, dripping panties with one hand, using the other to tantalizingly cover her privates, and try to keep a few last moments of control. It didn't work. As soon as the open air touched Lana's pussy, and the first warm spurt hit Lana's hands unimpeded by fabric, she knew it was over. Her dam burst open, and the hot piss that she was only barely still able to hold onto finally released with force. Instinctively, she gripped her crotch tightly, pleading for just a few more minutes of tenuous control so she could get to a backstage bathroom with only moderate shame. No luck, and all she succeeded in was getting her hands soaked with pee. Slowly and shakily, she turned back towards the crowd, still peeing, and moved her hands away, showing them her fully exposed body despite the conditions. Despite the humiliation, Lana couldn't ignore how pleasurable it was to finally get some relief after hours of holding it all day. Wetting herself in front of all these people, all of whom were too stunned or too aroused to take their eyes away... there was an undeniable hotness in her loins from that. Her face was flushed red from both embarrassment and arousal now, and a way to save this dawned on her. Once again, her hands slid between her legs. Not to make a futile attempt to stop the flow this time, but to pleasure herself. Almost as soon as the flow of piss stopped and the puddle began to settle on the stage, Lana reached her climax, moaning in pleasure (not something patrons were unfamiliar with) and adding a clearer, stickier fluid to the pool beneath her feet. Both her bra and panties were soaked with urine from sitting near her when she wet herself, but Lana wasn't about to let some detail like that get in the way of tradition. She picked up both of the dripping articles and, making sure to aim at the people who definitely looked like they were into it rather than just shocked, threw them out into the crowd for her new fans. Then, acting like nothing unusual had happened, she walked offstage. Backstage, her manager immediately ran to her, carrying a towel and a frantic expression. "Lana! Why didn't you say it was that bad? I'm so sorry, I should've just-" "It's, um... fine." Lana took the towel and started wiping her wet legs dry. "Oh, that's a relief then!" Her manager's expression switched to a smile again. "Maybe it's crass to say this now, but... you've already got a few people from that audience wanting a private room. Should I tell them no, or..." Lana laughed at this. "Tell them I'll think about it."