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  1. Jimmy Olsen

    female Dueling Bowels

    Here’s a fun little story I wrote quickly after @Alex Oxford gave me the idea. Scarlett and Ellie had a lot in common. They’d shared a womb, to begin with. They weren’t identical twins, but they both inherited their mother’s good looks. In fact, they inherited almost all of their mother’s features, to the point that both their senior pictures looked exactly like their mother’s senior picture at first glance. Scarlett was a platinum blonde, while Ellie was a strawberry blonde. Scarlett measured three inches taller, but Ellie had her beat in certain other measurements. They were both athletic, both competitive, and both could get rather ornery toward each other at times. They were both outgoing and loved attention, especially if it came from a certain boy. Fate seemed to smile on Ellie one day at a local restaurant. The sisters had sat down but hadn’t ordered yet. When Ellie returned to her seat after a brief trip to the restroom, she heard a familiar voice. “Hi!” said Channing. “Ka-thump! Ka-thump! Ka-thump!” said Ellie’s heart. She’d been admiring him for a long time, but they barely knew each other, and their last meaningful interaction was back in the first quarter of the school year. She was a little surprised he even remembered her. It was a very pleasant surprise, though. “Hi, Channing!” she said once she got her nerves in order. “What brings you here?” “Eating. Same as you.” She laughed girlishly at his quip even though she wanted to smack herself in the head for asking such a stupid question. “I wanted to congratulate you.” “Thanks,” Ellie beamed. Her heart sank when she realized what he meant. “You’re thinking of Scarlett, aren’t you?” Ellie then said in a much less pleasant tone. “But you’re Scarlett…aren’t you?” Channing said with a nervous laugh. “Hang on,” Ellie said with barely concealed resentment. She walked to the booth where her sister was sitting. “You’re wanted at the next table, Scarlett.” In a moment the 3 teenagers were chatting. “I’m Scarlett Bengtassen, winner of the Elmwood High School 5K Run!” she said as she showed Channing a photo on her phone of her holding the trophy. “He knows that already,” Ellie cynically remarked. “That’s how this all started.” “This is my sister, Ellie.” “Hi,” Ellie said with an almost painful lack of enthusiasm. “I’m the Bengtassen sister who didn’t win a trophy.” “Well, there’s always more chances,” he said politely. “Heck, you could win a trophy tonight,” he said as he pointed to the wall. Sure enough, the restaurant had a big trophy sitting behind clear plastic, waiting for a winner’s name to be inscribed on it. There was also a gold-colored frame waiting for a winner’s portrait to be put inside it. A garish series of banners and posters on the wall advertised the Belly Buster Chili Cheese Challenge. Anyone who could finish this monstrous foodthing in one sitting would win the trophy and have their picture on the wall. “Maybe I will,” Ellie said. She went back to the booth because she was becoming a third wheel in Channing and Scarlett’s conversation. After a little thought she dove headlong into this endeavor. Soon she was talking to a cook about the Belly Buster Chili Cheese Challenge. He doubted a slender 18 year old girl was up to the challenge, no matter how perkily enthusiastic she was. “It’s three footlongs, you know.” “Yeah, I read what it said on the wall.” “That’s 36 inches.” “Yeah, I passed fourth grade math.” “It’s covered with spicy beef and 3-bean chili, pepper jack cheese, and green onions.” “I know all that. Will you guys serve this to me or not?” “The challenge isn’t just eating it all. It’s staying in your seat ’til you finish the last bite. Before long it’s gonna wanna come back out…one end or the other.” “That’s disgusting.” “It is disgusting. I don’t think you wanna try it, little lady.” “Just shut up and let me gorge myself for a trophy!” Ellie finally exploded. “You’re feisty. Maybe you’ve got a chance.” When Scarlett finished chatting with Channing and returned to the booth she saw her sister eating her way through something gargantuan and grotesque.” “Are you taking the Chili Cheese Whatever Challenge?” Scarlett asked, rolling her eyes. “What’s it look like?” Ellie answered, rolling her eyes right back. “He was joking, you know. You don’t really expect a guy like Channing to be impressed by a girl who can eat a chili dog, do you?” Ellie slowly chewed and swallowed as she thought of a good comeback. “Who knows? I hear you got pretty popular with the boys for putting wieners in your mouth.” “Oh, you…!” Scarlett sputtered. “I hope you puke your pants! I mean, I hope you…Hi, Channing!” “Are you actually trying for the trophy?” asked Channing, who had practically snuck up on the sisters. Ellie nodded a reply because her mouth was full. “That’s cool! Mind if I sit here?” “We’d be delighted,” Scarlett said through gritted teeth. “Wow, you’re really moving fast,” Channing remarked. Ellie smiled as she swallowed the last remains of the first dog. “Have you done anything like this before?” “You mean putting wieners in her mouth?” Scarlett asked. “I hear she does it a lot.” “Hey! You can’t use my joke!” Ellie yelled, accidentally spitting out a bean that narrowly missed hitting her crush. She blushed but Channing didn’t seem to mind. “To answer your question, I did win a blue ribbon in a pie-eating contest at the county fair. Of course, I was only 14.” “I think it was the last prize she ever won,” her sister remarked. “What do you think?” Channing asked Scarlett. “Does your sis have what it takes to defeat 3 chili dogs?” “I think someone else will beat her to it,” Scarlett said with a sly smile. “After much consideration I’ve decided to go ahead with the Belly Buster Chili Cheese Challenge.” “I don’t know,” Channing chuckled. “Ellie’s already got one dog under her belt and she’s tearing into the next.” “I’ll catch up,” Scarlett boasted. “I’m starving. You have no idea how fast I can eat when my stomach’s growling.” “You don’t look like you could eat that much,” he said as he playfully poked Scarlett’s trim tummy, much to the anger of Ellie. “True, I have to starve myself sometimes to stay this slender, but it just makes me all the more ravenous on those rare occasions when I decide to binge.” “You have to finish bragging and start eating if you’re going to win,” Ellie cut in. “I’ll be done eating before you’re done talking about how great you look.” Channing laughed and made the noise a cat makes when it attacks another cat because that was much like what was happening between the two sisters. He fell silent when he heard another noise. This one came from deep within the entrails of Ellie and it seemed to be telling her she should stop eating. “I’m sure I’ll have plenty of time to beat the challenge after you throw up,” Scarlett quipped as she got up from the booth. Little did she know the noise had some from her sister’s lower intestine rather than her stomach. Scarlett hit the bathroom and then officially entered the Belly Buster Chili Cheese Challenge. The first bite was so spicy she wanted to give the whole thing up, but she didn’t let the pain show on her face. Her fiery passion for Channing and her fiery jealousy toward Ellie gave her the power to withstand the fiery taste of the chili. True to her boasting, she was eating fast. Ellie slowed to a stop midway through the second dog. It looked like the newcomer had a chance. The spices sent Scarlett’s digestion into overdrive, however. She had to take several breaks just to get a grip on the pain in her innards. An hour into the challenge both girls were progressing slowly. Channing had long since finished his meal and was watching them with rapt attention. They’d attracted a small crowd, mostly of acquaintances their own age. In a town this small familiar faces were never far away. Both Scarlett and Ellie ended up with a couple friends cheering them on. This had both positive and negative results. While both sisters were energized by knowing their friends wanted them to succeed, they were also embarrassed knowing their friends could see their obvious bodily discomfort and hear the ever-loudening gurgles of their digestive systems. Both girls were halfway through the final dog when a loud blast of gas filled the air. Scarlett stopped eating, turned bright red, and timidly uttered the words “Excuse me.” “I didn’t know you played the tuba,” Ellie said, provoking much laughter from the audience. “You don’t have to excuse yourself,” Channing said. “You’re taking the Belly Buster Chili Cheese Challenge. You have permission to be gross.” “You say such sweet things,” Scarlett gushed. Ellie couldn’t believe it. She’d put so much effort into passing gas silently, but now her sister was getting rewarded with this wonderful guy’s attention for doing the opposite. She did the next thing that came to mind, but didn’t consider the consequences. Ellie tilted her shapely bottom to the side until one cheek was freed from the plastic seat. “If we have permission to be gross then you won’t mind this.” She let it rip. It wasn’t as noisy as her sister’s production, but it was more than enough to get everyone’s attention. “Copycat,” Scarlett spat. Ellie was in no position to talk back. No one else knew, but she’d just make the inside of her panties warm and soggy. She had to adjust herself in the seat and tighten up some muscles to prevent more from coming out. She also had to recover from the surprise and stress of the near-accident. After a few deep breaths she was feeling much better. To her horror she saw Scarlett put the last hunk of chili dog in her mouth. “She’s finished!” someone yelled. “No, half the chili fell out. She’s gotta eat that too.” “I do,” Scarlett admitted. There was a lot left on her plate, and she wasn’t looking forward to eating it. Ellie still had a chance. She grabbed the remaining half of her dog and shoved all she could into her mouth. “Ow!” Scarlett yelled. “You just ate a big chunk of pepper,” Channing said. “I know!” she snapped right before she chugged half a glass of soda to put out the fire. Ellie chewed vigorously. For a second she thought she was choking, but somehow she forced the whole mess down her gullet. She proudly looked at her plate, which she’d already cleaned of all the topping that fell off. With another bite this size she’d be done. Scarlett was still making miserable noises. Everything hurt, from her scalded tongue all the way down to her clenched sphincter. “I hate to say this, but…” she stopped as she closed her eyes and clutched her belly. “I really hate to say this, but I have to go to the bathroom.” “If you leave your seat you lose the challenge,” Ellie said in a sing-song voice. “Then I lose,” said the disheartened Scarlett. “Too bad,” said the cheerful Ellie as she wrapped her mouth around the last hunk of her meal. Scarlett started to stand up, but stopped when she noticed her pants were falling down. She forgot she unbuckled her belt and unzipped her fly to let her waist expand. Now she quickly pulled the jeans up and put everything back into place. “Magenta! Nice!” commented a boy who’d seen the top of her panties. “Brapple ka-borf!” said Scarlett’s rear end. Everybody laughed. Scarlett gasped, then looked overjoyed. “I feel a lot better!” She sat back down. “I think I can do this!” Ellie was having a hard time with that last mouthful. The laughter made her start to choke. She tried to get the situation sorted with the food ball, her esophagus, and her trachea. In the end she had to spit most of it out. Channing grimaced in disgust and she blushed in embarrassment. In those few moments she had so much going on that she ignored her bottom. Suddenly she realized her cheeks weren’t as close together as they were a moment ago, and her panties were wetter and stickier than they were a moment ago. She clenched, but she was delaying the accident instead of preventing it. “Now I have to go,” Ellie abruptly said as she rose from her seat. Her friends said things like “Sit back down!” and “You can do it!” Across the table Scarlett was still working on the heap of chili, so it looked to them like Ellie had a chance. They didn’t know what was going on in her panties, however. “I really have to go!” she said emphatically, and slid out of the booth. As soon as she was on her feet she was back off them. She fell on her hands and knees, then rearranged herself so her cheeks were together, she was sitting on her shoe, and both her hands were on her sputtering and stinging abdomen. Channing shot out of his seat and knelt next to her. “Are you all right?” “I’ll be okay. I just need to get to the bathroom.” When she thought she had control, she took Channing’s hand and stood up. She immediately bent forward, clutching her gurgling guts once again. Her cheeks parted and her rear end opened wide. “Frappity-frop splort!” it said as it turned the seat of her Capris into a lumpy brown eyesore. She blushed furiously and felt the urge to cry. Her hands moved from her midsection to her face. She struggled to hold back her tears as she utterly failed to hold back her feces. Her long-suppressed colon churned out wave after wave of putrid semisolid waste with a multitude of loud and wet sounds. “You poor thing,” Channing said. He hugged her despite the stench. She recovered her composure enough to thank him. Then he gave her his jacket to tie around her waist to hide her waste. “I’m finished!” Scarlett announced triumphantly. There was applause from the people who’d gathered around, but Channing hardly noticed. “Congratulations, sis,” Ellie said. “I’ll be leaving now. Channing’s car has vinyl upholstery so he can give me a ride home without ruining anything. I’ll see you later.” Scarlett looked happy in the picture on the restaurant wall, but at the moment it was taken she was secretly regretful. For once in her life she wished she’d lost a contest.
  2. An Enduring Rivalry Part 1: A Most Unusual Contest Xenoblade Chronicles 2: Torna ~ The Golden Country fanfiction by MasterXploder With thanks to DerivativeWings and Phoenix (lordbardak) for editing (Note: This story runs parallel to another story which focused on underaged male desperation. It is not required reading for this one, however.) The life of a Jewel of Mor Ardain was a tough and busy one. As the emperor’s personal bodyguards, they were trusted with carrying out the most crucial of tasks, with nary a moment for rest. Brighid had never been daunted by the enormity of her duty. No matter what the hardship, she would gladly endure it for the better of her Driver and empire. That did not mean she would enjoy said hardships, however. Her current mission was to assist Prince Addam of Torna in his preparations for an eventual battle against Malos, the Aegis threatening to destroy all of Alrest. His Majesty, Emperor Hugo, was unfortunately occupied with matters on another titan, so she could not be at his side as she would prefer. So here she was at the Aletta region of Torna, with the rest of the militia camping on the grounds of Addam’s villa, more or less on her own. It wasn’t what she had in mind in terms of serving Mor Ardain, but she knew the only thing to do was get through it. But before she could help anyone, she needed to perform a certain morning ritual first. Stepping into a tall but narrow tent, Brighid looked down at the lone black pot in the center. It looked freshly cleaned and unused since last night, without any scent of waste in the air. With Addam’s manor full to the brim with sick, injured, and civilians, the bathrooms within were inaccessible, so this was as good as she could hope for at this moment. Taking one last glance behind her to make sure the tent flap was closed, she stepped over the pot. Brighid then reached under the skin-colored covering at her groin and pulled down a pair of royal blue undergarments as she squatted down, careful to only hover over the lip. A small moment went by as Brighid got comfortable enough to let go. A light, pale trickle fell into the pot, first as scattered drops, then growing into a respectable stream. The sound of water lightly hitting metal reached Brighid’s ears, and she sighed as she made peace with what she was doing. She could never guess what the day would bring, but at least she had this small moment of respite. Until she heard a tent flap fly open, that is. Brighid perked up, fearful for a moment that it was her tent that was being barged into. She quickly realized it was not hers, but the tent next to her, made for a similar purpose. The sound was followed with a soft shuffling of clothes, and Brighid knew what would come next, so she tried to shift her focus elsewhere. There was no escaping the next noise, however: A powerful splatter, like a small waterfall crashing into metal, combined with a hiss like a water faucet turned on full blast. Stuck as she was until her business concluded, Brighid could only shake her head. She knew that people sometimes couldn’t help how their bodies relieved themselves, but she still had to wonder who was capable of a stream like that. She got her answer in the form of a long moan, one that conveyed both the woman’s relief and her irritation at having to do so in the first place. It could have only belonged to one person she knew, though she wasn’t thrilled to have their acquaintance. Fortunately for Brighid, she felt her stream petering to a stop, with just a little wetness remaining. She placed her hand over that region and channeled a small blue flame, evaporating the drips within seconds while leaving her body unharmed. Now she could leave before having to hear anymore of that nonsense. But as she stepped out of the tent and into the morning sunlight, Brighid had another thought. To be so immodest with such a personal matter as urination was not something she could just let go, especially not with an Aegis. No, that woman deserved to be called out for her crassness. Waiting with crossed arms, Brighid stood outside the tent until the hissing and moaning came to a stop. A minute later, the tent opened, and out stepped Mythra, stretching her arms and neck with a smile. She certainly looks pleased with herself, thought Brighid. Eventually, Mythra opened her eyes and noticed the person who would be staring daggers at her if not for their closed eyes. “Uh, what’s your deal? Haven’t had your morning tea yet?” she asked. “I assure you, it is not my morning rituals I am upset with, but yours,” said Brighid, “Simply put, I am appalled by your lack of discretion with your restroom etiquette.” “My what, now?” Mythra raised an eyebrow at first, but then both eyes shot open as it dawned on her. “Wait, were you listening to me just now? That’s super creepy!” “How could I not? I’d be surprised if you didn’t wake the entire camp with that performance.” Brighid shook her head. “I can only hope your battle style does not extend to your urination.” “And what’s that supposed to mean?” asked Mythra, crossing her arms and furrowing her brow. Brighid spoke unflinchingly. “Wild and chaotic, unleashing your golden might everywhere without any thought for what you leave behind for others.” Mythra’s eyes shot up again, and her cheeks gained a hint of red. “E-Excuse me!?” She stammered. As expected, I have the high ground in this exchange. “Did I stutter?” asked Brighid. But rather than back down, Mythra collected herself and stared Brighid in the eyelids. “Okay, if you’re gonna be on your high horse, at least make it about something you’re not guilty of as well.” Brighid cocked an eyebrow, the only crack in her visage. “Oh? What are you implying?” “Don’t play coy.” Mythra gained a grin like she had already won the fight. “I’ve heard you handle your business late at night, when you think you’re alone. You let out this sigh like you’ve just stepped into a hot bath, and FYI, you’re just as noisy down there.” “I… what?” Brighid raised a hand to her face out of shock. Someone actually heard one of her late night excursions? She was not prepared to be put on the defensive in this discussion. She needed to regain her momentum. “Even if that’s true, I at least have the courtesy to try and restrain such noises when I must use the public facilities.” “Maybe, but if you were bursting to go, I bet you’d be just as vocal about it.” Mythra raised a finger. “And speaking of, I’d start watching how much you drink if I were you.” “And why would I do that?” There was that annoying smirk again. “Because I’ve also seen how you are just before we stop for a breather. That tenseness in your face, the little shift in your leg; you try and hide it, but you may as well be doing a full potty dance, honestly.” Another unanticipated riposte. Brighid was quickly learning that Mythra was powerful with her words, if not tactful. “Better that I try to keep myself composed than to loudly complain about it like a certain Blade I know. With how vocal you’ve been, I have to wonder if your bladder is as childish as your attitude.” “Bigger than yours, at least.” Mythra pouted for a moment, but then her eyes lit up and mouth curled up into a mischievous grin. “Actually, I have an idea.” “That would be a first for you,” said Brighid. A childish remark, admittedly, but she needed to mask her growing apprehension somehow. “You think you’re better at keeping it in than me? Then what do you say to a little contest?” asked Mythra. “A contest? What do you mean?” “Easy. First one to pee loses.” A raised eyebrow was the only visual cue that gave away Brighid’s shock. “You can’t be serious. Why in Alrest would I ever agree to a ridiculous wager like that?” “If you’re so dead-set on proving how much better you are than me, then here’s your chance. Architect knows you can’t prove it in our spars,” said Mythra with a particularly smug face. “I believe I have demonstrated that I’m more than a match for you.” “Sure, if that’s what you want to believe...” Mythra crossed her arms. “But how about this? If you win and I end up peeing first, I’ll start taking your nagging more seriously.” As sound as that proposal was, Brighid knew there had to be a catch of some kind. “And if I’m the one who urinates first?” “Then you have to get off my case about… everything, pretty much. Now, do you accept, or are you just all talk like usual?” Brighid’s first instinct was to decline this wager without a second thought. She was a Jewel of Mor Ardain, how could she even think of participating in such a crass contest? On the other hand, looking at Mythra continuing to act superior gave her cause to think otherwise. Much as she was loathe to admit, the Aegis had a way of getting under Brighid’s skin like no one else. Introducing her to a little humility might help show her the error of her ways. If nothing else, it would help make their mission to defeat Malos a good deal more tolerable. “Very well, I accept your wager,” she declared, “For my and Mor Ardain’s pride, I will prove my endurance is greater than yours.” Mythra widened her eyes. “Really, now? Gotta admit, I thought you’d be too much of a prude to accept.” “However…” Brighid raised a finger. “I expect an honest competition. Don’t even think about cheating. I’ll be keeping a close eye on you today.” “Likewise,” said Mythra, leaning forward. “But I won’t need to cheat for this. You’ll have soaked your panties long before I need to tinkle.” “I wouldn’t be so sure of that.” Brighid leaned forward, furrowing her brow. Time seemed to slow as the ladies stared daggers into each other’s eyes, both full of determination to put the other in their place. Even this turned into a contest of sorts, with neither girl wanting to turn away first, as if this would determine who would ultimately prevail. But then they both gasped as they realized something: with them both leaning in, a certain part of their torso’s were only a hair’s breadth from touching. At once, Brighid and Mythra turned around, crossing their arms over their chests. Brighid felt an unwanted warmth coming over her cheeks, and she imagined Mythra was likely the same way. “W-Well, I’m going to get breakfast,” said Mythra, her voice lacking its usual haughtiness. “And I will... freshen up for the day,” said Brighid. “I would choose your drink carefully, if I were you.” “Right back at you.” With that, the ladies stepped away from the latrines in opposite directions. As she rounded the corner, the reality of what Brighid had just agreed to sank in. A contest about which lady could hold their urine longer? She could never have imagined taking on such a wager, least of all with a fabled Aegis. Hugo and Aegaeon would certainly frown on her spur-of-the-moment decision. Still, she was not about to turn around and call it off. The gauntlet had been thrown down; backing out now would wound not just her pride, but all of her empire’s as well. Glancing forward with a fist raised in determination, Brighid swore to herself that she would prevail on her honor as Jewel of Mor Ardain. Was there any reason for her to be happy today? Mythra mulled this question over in her head as the day had dragged on, but couldn’t find a single answer. It was like the world was conspiring against her or something, from Milton being a particularly obnoxious brat to the sheer tedium that was the party’s main task today. Rooting around in the weeds of the Aletta region’s fields to find food was possibly the most mind-numbingly dull thing she had done since being awoken by Addam three years ago. Sure, it was occasionally broken up with hunting a beast for its meat, but the brain-dead monsters in the area would go down without a fight. Worst of all, there was little to distract her from how much she needed to pee right now. Mythra’s frown tightened as she kept walking with the rest of the group. At this point, she was starting to wonder if her wager with Brighid was a good idea. It definitely seemed like one at first; a chance to shut Brighid up for once, maybe even teach her some humility. It’s hard to be on a high horse when you’re dancing in place with your hands on your groin. Seeing the high and mighty Blade like that would make this whole trip to Torna absolutely worth it. She definitely wasn’t thinking about how much of a pain it would be to hold it in herself. The morning hours had long passed, and her bladder had plenty of time to fill back up. An uncomfortable pressure steadily growing inside her was the last thing she needed today, but here she was, keeping her walk as steady as she could and her mouth shut as much as possible. She wasn’t about to give Brighid the satisfaction of seeing her in any sort of distress. Speaking of, she had better check on her opponent. Mythra looked around the group for the blue Blade. There was Lora and Haze chatting with each other, Addam leading the march, Jin looking stoic as always, and Mikhail and Milton, the two kids tagging along behind everyone else. She found Brighid walking ahead of her, a little distant from the group, and mustered her laser focus, inspecting her every movement as she moved without a clue. Her hips swayed with the same fussy elegance as usual, but the slight squirming and twitching, telltale signs of hidden desperation, were absent. Either Brighid’s bladder was far stronger than she had previously let on, or she had discreetly peed somewhere when Mythra wasn’t paying attention. Considering how closely she had kept an eye on her for most of the morning, that was highly unlikely. Ooh, but if she did… Mythra shook her head. Even in the middle of nowhere, she had better things to do than stare at a Blade’s behind all day. If she wanted to get back to the camp and put her feet up for awhile, she needed to keep an eye out for whatever weeds they considered food out here. That way, she could at least hold herself with some form of leisure. “Wait, look over there!” Lora’s voice brought the group to a stop, everyone turning to where she pointed. Just a ways off were a set of the ugliest birdlike creatures Mythra had ever seen, all of them trying to pull a set of large, rectangular boxes along the ground. “Are those tirkin?” asked Haze. Brighid put a hand to her chin. “It would seem so, but what could they be pulling?” Prince Addam squinted a bit, his confident smile turning into a frown. “Why, those cheeky little buzzards! They’re stealing supplies from the camp!” “Oh dear, we can’t let them get away with that!” said Lora. Ugh, more fighting, thought Mythra as she saw Lora winding her braid around her fists. If only this had happened a couple hours ago when she wasn’t weighed down by so much urine, then she could’ve had some fun with these vultures. For now, she would just have to take the easier, boring approach. “Want me to call a beam down on them?” she asked, already channeling ether into her circlet, giving it a green glow. “I’m sure nobody would mind a few less oversized birds in the world.” “And vaporize the supplies while you’re at it?” came Brighid’s buzzkill of a reply. “We’re trying to get more supplies for the militia, not less.” Spoilsport. “Just a suggestion,” said Mythra as the glow died down. Of course, it couldn’t be that easy. “We’ll deal with them in the usual manner,” said Jin, stepping forward and pulling out his nodachi. “Agreed,” came Addam, who also unsheathed his sword. He looked behind to Mikhail and Milton and said, “Wait right here, boys. This will only be a moment.” “Y-Yes sir, Mister Addam, sir!” said Milton in a voice different from his usual plucky self. What’s his deal? Ugh, nevermind. Mythra let her pout show as they all charged at the tirkins, ready for battle. Luckily for them, the monsters were so busy bickering at each other that they failed to notice the team bearing done on them until it was too late. Sure, they had weapons and angry tempers, but that would do little against a team of trained and powerful warriors. But their chances of victory were not Mythra’s real concern. The moment she pulled her sword out, her bladder sent off another unpleasant signal, as if to protest against the many motions sure to follow. She grit her teeth and held her blade tighter than before to try and stay focused. If she had to fight on a full bladder, at least she would have something to take her frustration out on. As expected, the battle was over almost as quickly as it started. All it took was a couple of their friends to get cut down before the rest of the tirkins shrieked and turned tail, fleeing without any of the supplies. If not for all the pee stifling her speed, Mythra would’ve considered giving chase and making sure they couldn’t pull this stunt again. Instead, she sighed and put her sword away. With that distraction dealt with, maybe they could get back to whatever else needed doing. “Reeee!” “Aah, run!” Everybody looked with wide eyes in the direction of the voices. “Boys!?” Addam cried out. Crap, did those birds find them? thought Mythra. “Jin! Haze!” shouted Lora, wasting no time in rushing towards a small rock wall nearby with her Blades right behind her. “Mythra, Brighid!” said Addam. “On it!” Mythra didn’t need to hear the rest. She ran off at full speed, with Addam and Brighid following right behind her. Those kids might be annoying brats, but if those monsters laid a single talon on them… She didn’t even need to worry. By the time she rounded the corner, the tirkin were already beating a quick retreat, with Jin standing guard while Lora and Haze turned to the boys. It was enough to make Mythra loosen the grip on her weapon, though the frown remained. “Are you alright?” Lora asked as Haze kneeled down. “Y-Yeah, we’re fine,” said Mikhail. You say that, but… thought Mythra as she looked at the slight squirm in his body, something that was also present in Milton. “I’m glad to hear that.” Addam stepped forward and crossed his arms. “But what were you doing all the way over here? I thought I told you to wait back behind us.” “Um, a-about that, Mister Addam,” Milton started without any of the rambunctious confidence Mythra had grown to dislike. “We were just, er, I mean, it w-was a long day and, uh, I thought we could j-just-” “We gotta pee!” In that moment, the pressure in Mythra’s bladder seemed to double. She had to stop herself from sending a hand to her groin as both Mikhail and Milton went into potty dances themselves, instead tightening the muscles all around her groin as the sympathy pangs grew sharper. She didn’t even listen to Milton’s stammering explanation of why they didn’t pee earlier, probably some dumb boy thing that she didn’t need to hear about right now. “Right, say no more!” Addam put his hands up and turned around to the rest. “Come, let’s give the boys some privacy, and quick!” Don’t even have to ask, thought Mythra, already marching off at a quick pace. She was one of the first to round the corner of the wall, hoping to be spared from the sound of nature in progress. She’d have to give the boys a peace of her mind the next chance she got. But right now, she needed something to distract herself from all the thoughts of peeing. Looking around, her gaze fell back on Brighid, and that’s when she finally noticed it. That slight bounce to the leg, and the faint nibble of her lip. She had been careful to hide it so far, but it seemed that seeing the boys in a similar distress was enough to make a crack in her facade. A smirk formed on Mythra’s face. She had a plan. “Doing alright there?” she asked as she walked up to Brighid. At once, Brighid perked up and turned to her. “Nothing that a good book and hot bath cannot fix.” Mythra couldn’t hide her grin even if she wanted to. “You sure about that? You’re looking a little tense there, like there’s something you really need to let out.” “Did I not say something about expecting a fair match between us?” said Brighid, crossing her arms. “Hey, I’ve been keeping my end of the deal. Not a single drop, see?” Without a bit of shame, Mythra lifted the front of her dress the few centimeters needed to make her pristine white panties visible. Brighid’s nose wrinkled a bit at the sight, but Mythra had to keep the pressure on. “And I get the feeling I don’t have to check with you.” “That was unnecessary,” Brighid flatly responded. “What, you can’t even stand the sight of another girl’s underwear?” said Mythra, putting her dress back down. “I meant that I did not need to see them to know of your growing plight. I already deduced that beforehand.” “Really now?” said Mythra, “But I haven’t made a peep about it, something you were getting onto me about, remember?” To this, Brighid put a hand near her face, and Mythra felt a slight sense of apprehension as the blue Blade spoke. “Yet your body has done all the speaking for you. I had kept an eye on you during that last battle. Your swings were sloppier than usual, and your movement was rushed, as if you just wanted that fight over with as soon as possible. I fully understand now why you wanted to call that beam down and avoid the fight altogether.” “O-Oh yeah?” Mythra put her hands on her hips. “Maybe I just didn’t feel like wasting my time on those eyesores of monsters. You ever think of that?” “Considering how much you revel in proving your might, I find that rather doubtful.” Mythra grit her teeth, the only sign of her growing anger. She wanted nothing more than to chew out this glorified walking candle of a woman, but there was a part of her that wasn’t on board with that. For all she knew, she would be playing right into Brighid’s hands if she lost her temper now. She had to bite her tongue for now, just like she had to keep her groin muscles clamped shut. “Hmph, believe what you want,” she replied, looking away with a pout. “It won’t change who wins, anyway.” “Perhaps you’re right.” Brighid glanced past Mythra’s unyielding pout. “Hmm, looks like the boys have finished. We had best regroup.” Mythra turned around and saw that not only was Brighid correct, but she was already walking past her to the rest of the team. She watched Brighid strut away with a little more relaxed, if still the tiniest bit of tense, walk, feeling her glare getting stronger. Mythra had to admit, Brighid was not going down as easily as she expected. Still, there was no way she was giving up now, even with her bladder practically begging for release. This contest was far from over, and she would come out on top no matter how full she got. Feeling more determined than ever, Mythra rejoined the rest as the boys were talking, probably apologizing for their stunt. The only part she caught was Addam saying he was looking forward to their cooking, like a pair of runts could outdo her in the kitchen somehow. “Great,” she said, getting everyone’s attention, “So now that we’re done here, can we please get back to finding all this junk?” “Actually, I have a better idea,” said Addam, “I think we’ve earned ourselves a little rest first. Take some time to snack, catch your breath, or do whatever else you need to.” Mythra opened her mouth, but Haze beat her. “With pleasure!” she declared, wrapping her arms around Lora’s arm, making the redhead blush. “Er, right,” said Lora, “We’ll just… be over there somewhere if anyone needs us. Would you mind coming with us, Brighid? We’ll need a lookout for… reasons.” Though her face seemed stoic, Mythra noticed the smallest of twitches on Brighid’s eyelid. “If… I must,” she replied, following behind the other ladies. Mythra wanted to imagine the barrage of suggestive sounds Brighid was about to be subjected to, but thinking of it only caused the pressure in her bladder to grow stronger, and there was no enjoyment to be had. “Fine, but everybody better hurry it up!” she said as she turned and walked away. She heard Milton asking something to the others, but she didn’t care to find out what. Winning this contest was the only thing that mattered right now, and she had a feeling she would need all of her strength to pull it off, or at least a lot of squirming and holding when no one was looking. (A/N: To be continued... in 2019! Happy Holidays, everyone!)
  3. I've seen a shorter version of this video, but this longer one is new to me and contains good desperation towards the end. Can someone grab this before it may get taken down? Alert: Japanese crossdresser holding contest, for those who are interested in such things.
  4. Desperationpee

    female Jayne challenges you

    In this old video Jayne challenge you to see who can hold It the longest. She gaves instruction about how much you have to drink and when you have to pause the video. https://it.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5b502b9b7658e
  5. Hi, A while ago i saw a short clip of a distance peeing contest which i think was giga. Does anyone have the full clip? I hope my request is not to vague
  6. Hello, mortal beings of the universes. I am the Grand Priest to the Omni King, The Almighty Zen-oh. On behalf of his greatness, I humbly invite you to watch and assist in the Tournament of Determination! Universe 6 and Universe 7, over a period 12 day period, will compete in challenges involving the use of... Erm... How did the Omni King put it ... Ah, 'omorashi!' I, myself, have never heard of the concept, but the Omni King requested it, so it shall be done. Of course, there are rules... 1: The two God's of Destruction and their angels are required to participate, along with residents of their respective universes. Residents, they do not have to be fighters, as long as they are able to perform, they may be invited. You, the invited, shall choose who competes. It may be any being of your choosing, but they must have a bladder and urinary system of some kind. There can be a maximum of 12 competitors or a minimum of eight, with a minimum of four per universe. 2: Once you, the invited, has decided who will compete for them, your choice cannot be changed, unless the selected competitor cannot continue. In this case, you may vote on who shall replace them. 3: Each competitor is required to take their daily required amount of fluids, which is determined by the maximum volume of their bladder. You, the invited, have the ability to make the competitors take double their daily intake. This ability can be used as frequently as you choose. However, you cannot use this ability on one person more than once in a two day period. We shall refer to it as, "Intake Retake." 4: A point is awarded to the winner for each competition. They may be awarded extra points if complete extra challenges, given by you, the invited. The Gods of Destruction and angels are to be given extra fluids and/or start holding earlier than mortals, due to their larger bladders. 5: The competitors who quit, cheat, or break the rules of a challenge shall be given a handicap in the next. Multiple offenses will result in removal from the competition. This handicap also applies to those who have won more than two challenges in a row. The Almighty Zen-oh would get bored if the same person won every challenge. 6: Each mortal contestant is given one or two bathroom breaks a day, given the volume of their bladder. However, extra points are awarded to those who do not use it. You, the invited, may choose to change the limit or take away their right to their bathroom break for a day. This ability cannot be used for three days after being used, and cannot be used on the same person twice. The two Gods of Destruction and angels are given this privilege once every three days, due to their larger bladders. Yes, this ability can be used on them too. You may refer to it as, "A Test of Determination." --- Schedule: For the first six Earthling days, each participant will compete in one challenge per day, which shall be chosen by you, the invited. For the last six days, this will be increased to two per day, at the request of The Almighty Zen-oh. He shall create the additional challenge for the competitors. --- Point system: The two universes are separated into two teams, both representing their respective universes. The winner and runner-up of each challenge will be awarded one point each, and those points shall go to their team, and the team with the most points is declared the winner. Points may be deducted if a member of the team has broken the rules or cheated during a challenge. --- Voting Each universe will need at least two competitors that shall be voted for. Please provide a picture of who you are voting for, their bladder's capacity, and general information about them, such as what universe they are from, how old they are, et cetera. --- And, now that everything has been explained, we may begin voting! Any resident of the two universes are eligible to vote for. Choose whoever you like, but a mixture of male and female competitors would be preferable. If you have any questions, do not hesitate to ask. Current teams: Universe 6: God of Destruction Champa: Bladder volume(max): 2000~ mL Comfort level: 0-1000 mL Fluid intake: 650 mL per day Vados: Bladder volume(max): 4000~ mL Comfort level:0-2000 mL Intake: 1250 mL per day EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY Universe 7: God of Destruction Beerus: Bladder volume(max): 2500~ mL Comfort level: 0-750 mL Fluid intake: 750 mL per day Whis: Bladder volume: 4000~ mL Comfort level: 0-2500 mL Fluid intake: 1250 mL per day EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY
  7. Fangirl-wetter

    I dare you to torture my bladder

    Hello! So I currently have a few hours free. In which you can make me hold until I wet. I will descriptively explain what is happening to me after I do each challenge. At the moment I need to pee, it isn’t too bad. So basically give me any challenge and I will do it please be nice to me at the start though thanks!
  8. View File OJHI-83 (7 segments/girls, 193 minutes) OK, desperation fans, same as last time: flashing the breasts, the clock, the measurements, and the struggle. And the pee. Parts 1, 3, 4, and 6 pee their panties, the others pull them down. So there is a modest bit of nudity. I'm in a nerdy mood and think #3, girl with glasses in the nerdy schoolgirl outfit is my favorite this time around. It looks like they poorly hide a script in the dry toilet, hence the girls stop there mid-scene. (Do they really need a script?) This doesn't mean they're not desperate. And I wish I understood Japanese too sir wee but #7 will speak your language! Nice looking girl in conservative looking outfit. Strains and contorts on the couch. Her face says, I've got to pee. Finally pees her panties hurrying to squat and catches her skirt a bit too. 75cm to 74cm Girl in sailor school uniform. Paces and ready to go when the alarm goes off. 500cc, 67cm to 65cm Nerdy girl dressed in knee high white socks, white blouse and plaid skirt seems genuinely desperate. Standing knock-need, the poor girl wets her panties. Pees herself for well over a minute. Goes from 71cm to 62cm. Dressed in dark business outfit with dark pantyhose and heels, she stays squatting most of the time, finally peeing her hose and fuchsia colored panties. Shorter pee but nice golden puddle. No measurements. Pleasant looking girl—has that Leah Brahms look, doesn't she?—in white draw-string skirt and tennis shoes, pantyhose, struggles bent over. Finally pulls her panties and hose down and pees in a plastic container. 350cc, 80cm to 79 cm Average looking pantyhosed girl agonizes then sits back on her knees and pees her panties. Alas kneeling sideways so basically hidden. Pee more than I thought: 77.5cm to 74cm. Girl in frilly top, over the knee brown socks and ankle boots. Her slowly becomes obvious. Gives up and fills up in that square container, panties down. She pisses hard with a loud hiss. 950cc! 80cm to 76cm. I probably should have said women instead of girls but too late—I was desperate to get these uploaded. Submitter wetotter Submitted 03/02/2018 Category Holding contests Clothing Panties/Undies Skirt  
  9. View File Holding my absolutely bursting bulged bladder, leaking and wetting I woke up today feeling quite kinky and also with a mild urge to pee. I skipped going to the bathroom and headed straight to the kitchen and had my big morning coffee and 2 glasses of cola (1L in total) followed by my regular routine trough the house. 1 hour later 500ml glass of water. By this time I can feel my bladder very swollen, the pressure building up and my need getting to the point where it needed all of my active focus. I chug a glass of orange juice (500ml), wait in the kitchen for another 5 minutes whilst I smoke my cigar and frantically try not to loose in the leaks. After that I walk on the tip of my toes to the bathroom where I start the camera rolling. I was absolutely bursting and struggling not to leak by the time I started recording. You can see a long extreme desperation that spurts into leaks and finally a huge flood and puddle. Let me know what you think. My entire pelvic area was stretched to the max, huge bulge and pressure. Submitter Despholder Submitted 01/21/2018 Category Desperation Clothing  
  10. Despholder

    How to get quickly desperate?

    I enjoy putting myself into really desperate situations as often as I can and I really enjoy the entire experience from when I start to feel like I am really filling up and my bladder starts to expand and get harder. As I've been doing this for a long time, I often get myself into situations where I need to drink lots and wait for a good while until I get to feel the first faint signs of needing to pee. This can be really frustrating sometimes when you really don't have the time or are in the mood but you keep on drinking and the urge is just not arriving. Any ideas / personal suggestions of liquids that I should try which could speed the process up, and in what quantities (so I don't start to feel like throwing up). Personal experiences really welcome ;)
  11. Hi All! I've got something really exciting to share with everyone! This is a kind of follow up the previous interactive pee holding challenges. This time I delved into making and artificial intelligence (AI)-based chat companion (bot). This is my very first try, also in pre-pre-pre-release alpha version, but it also needs some help from the community. Because it is an AI it needs to learn, and the best way is to chat with it. The bot is configured such that it can pick up phrases and idea from its chat buddies, so it evolves on its own to some extent without any programming input! Here's a link http://www.botlibre.com/browse?id=18667020 Click on 'Chat' or 'Chat Room' buttons there to start. Chat is always one-to-one, chat room can be with some other people (better login in this case to have some name different from anonymous02) At this point, it is far from ideal, and if you are not limiting your responses to single-words like yes/no all the time it can get quite hilarious too! Please, let me know what you think, and I will keep tinkering with the bot to make it better!
  12. wetman22

    Holding contest!

    Hope I'm posting this in the right place. I was just curious if any females on here would like to have a holding contest with me. The rules would be simple: hold it until the loser wets themselves, with both sides coming up with challenges for each other. If anyone is interested let me know, and if is in the wrong spot I apologize!
  13. View File 2016-07-13 - Two bottles, one bladder - violeta32_fullhd Two bottles, each with 1.5 litre of water. One is at the top of the stairs, the other one is at the bottom. Violeta has to drink from one bottle, count to 20, walk to the other bottle, drink again, count to 20 etc. Neverending story :-) Her task is to drink these 3 litres of water without peeing herself but that's an impossible task because she is sooo desperate to pee before the shooting even begins :-D So the main question isn't WHETHER she will wet her jeans but WHEN it will happen... Submitter gus74 Submitted 08/15/2017 Category Holding contests Clothing Jeans  
  14. When browsing though some of the recently uploaded videos on the site today, I came across a jeans wetting compilation video. In this compilation was one of my old favorites, a pee holding contest with two girls in it. This was one of the first wetting videos I'd found and was always one of my favorites, mainly because it contains one of the longest wettings I've seen. I can't find the old site that hosted this video, but the quality wasn't all that great. Plus the fact that the beginning and the end of the video had been cut off in this version. It's even been uploaded on this site a few times (in the same quality). I made a request once to see if anyone had the original video, but never could find anyone that did. Anyways, to sum it up, this video contains the full wetting video in much higher quality. I figured a few people here might appreciate an independent copy of it, so here you go: holdingcontest.mp4 This is the full compilation video for anyone who wants to download that also: http://omorashi.org/...6-just-jeans-2/ Credit goes to Ryan Rosco for the upload.
  15. Well,Ive been really wanting to write something like this for a while,and here it is! “M-Mario...I can’t..” Luigi squirmed and fidgeted,blushing. He and Mario got bored and decided to have a holding contest. They were both wearing diapers for convenience,and both brothers were full to bursting. While they both were equally desperate,Luigi was especially desperate due to being frail. “Hang in there,bro!” Mario urged,shifting around and gritting his teeth. The diaper pressed against his abdomen,adding more pressure to his already full bladder. “W-Why did we decide to do this..”Luigi mumbled. It was pretty weird,how they got from being bored to death to on the verge of bursting. -- They were both watching TV on a slow Saturday afternoon. Time seemed to drag on as Mario stared listlessly at the TV screen and Luigi slept,one hand resting on his chin. Suddenly Mario’s eyes lit up. “Hey Luigi! Let’s have a holding contest!” “H-Huh-?!” Luigi instantly snapped awake. “Mmm...wha..?” “Let’s have a holding contest!” Mario repeated. Luigi rubbed his eyes and stared sleepily at his brother. “Uh…” “Come on,it’ll be easy!” Mario grabbed his brother’s hand and led him upstairs to his room. “M-Mario,wait..!” When they got inside,Mario grabbed 6 water bottles from the small fridge in his room. He set them on the bed,then went over to the dresser and pulled out a small package. “Mario,aren’t those the diapers you use..?” Luigi mumbled,not entirely awake. “Yup.” He pulled out two of the the thick,fluffy diapers. “Okay,now take off your pants.” Luigi blushed profusely,his eyes wide. “W-Wha--!?” “Luigi,calm down!” Mario chuckled. “Just put the diaper on.” “N-No,not in front of you,bro..” Luigi was still blushing,this time avoiding eye contact. Mario had already pulled off his jeans and underwear and slipped on the diaper,and was now taping up the straps. “Okay,I’ll look away while you put it on.” - “Okay,so the goal is to be the only one who hasn’t wet themselves,” Mario explained. “You have to try and hold it for as long as possible. You can use any means necessary,but you can’t touch yourself.” Luigi blushed. “Why would I…” “But the hard part is that you have to drink water,and lots of it. The contest starts when you have to go. Sounds easy enough!” Mario snapped off the lid from one of the bottles of water. “Ready?” “Gimme a sec..” Luigi was still fiddling with the cap,but finally he was able to get the top off. “I’m ready.” “And...GO!” They both chugged the bottle of water,followed by the second one. This went on,until all 6 water bottles were empty. Already Luigi’s bladder was rapidly filling up. “Feeling full yet?” Mario asked,fidgeting slightly. “Mm-hm..” Luigi mumbled. -- Now here they both were,desperate and fidgeting. Luigi moaned and whimpered,grabbing his crotch tightly to keep from leaking. “Nnhh…” Mario gritted his teeth,his legs crossed and squeezed together tightly. He looked up at his brother and saw that he was almost to the point of tears as he struggled to hold it. This probably wasn’t a good idea,Mario thought. “M-Mario..” Luigi whimpered,squirming. “I-I can’t hold it…” “Don’t think about it,bro..” Mario urged,rocking back and forth. “It’ll be easier that way.” He was thinking about just letting go just to let his brother win their little contest. “Ooohh…” Luigi moaned softly. And that’s when Mario made up his mind. “Nnh…nngh..” He fidgeted,slowly letting himself lose control of his bladder. A small spurt escaped him,then it immediately turned into a flood. “Hhaaaaaaaahhh…” he sighed loudly as he emptied his bladder,flooding the diaper he was wearing. “Ohhh….yeeaaahhh…” The relief felt so deliciously good...He continued peeing,more pleasured moans escaping from time to time...much to Luigi’s dismay. “M-Mario...stop..!” Luigi pleaded,whimpering and grabbing his crotch. What he didn’t realize was that he won their little contest. “Luigi,you won..” Mario sighed,still going. After a while of agony for Luigi he finally stopped peeing, his diaper soaked and yellow-stained. “I-I did..?” “Yup.” Mario stretched his arms out,inviting his brother for a hug. “C’mere,you big baby.” Before Luigi could respond Mario grabbed him and wrapped him in the hug. “I knew you could do it.” But all that could be heard was a loud hissing sound and Luigi moaning softly. “Mm..”