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  1. From the album: Spectre’s GMod Album

    Requested by an Anonymous Discord User. Probably the most unique request I've ever gotten.

    © The Ring. Model from Dead by Daylight

  2. Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays to everyone! ————————————————- Victoria was annoyed as could be. She had looked forward to getting drunk and partying with her old high school friends while home from college on winter break, but thanks to the monster storm she was trapped here with her boring family on Christmas Eve. The nineteen year old was grateful her parents at least let her have a glass of wine, maybe she could just get drunk and forget this whole thing? Vicky was still dressed fairly nice, a black sweater, tight black jeans fastened with a black designer belt and red ankle boots with pointed ends. Too bad she wasn’t at a party to show off how good she looked… As she sat in a recliner and watched her family undoing the present, Victoria could feel her bladder starting to fill. The young woman crossed her legs. The only bathroom was currently occupied by her grandfather having bowel issues. Vicky rolled her ankle several times, spinning her foot around in front of her. The brunette tried to distract herself with her phone, but none of her friends were available to message back. She was stunned by how fast the glass of wine went through her. This is such bullshit. Vicky sighed out loud. The pressure in her lower abdomen was increasing at a rapid pace. “Everything okay, Vic?” Her dad asked, looking concerned. He couldn’t help but notice his daughter sitting looked depressed. “I gotta tinkle.” The young woman replied and stood up from her chair. She made her way down the hall to the bathroom, still locked shut with her grandpa inside. Vicky’s boots were loud as she walked up to the door. She tried the doorknob but to no avail, grandpa was still inside. ”Grandpa, I have to piddle.” Vicky said, referencing to the phrase her grandpa used to potty train her so many years ago now. She grabbed at her belt, cursing herself for wearing such tight clothes. “Sorry Tor, grandpas busy.” A voice called back from the inside. ”Shit.” Victoria muttered. She crossed her legs and bent forward. It had been so long since she needed to go this badly. Pushing back her straight black hair, the young woman thought up a plan. She would go piddle outside. Sure it would be awfully cold on her exposed rear but what other option did she have, pee herself? Vicky shivered as she stepped onto the back deck. She didn’t remember feeling this cold basically ever. Her bladder didn’t appreciate the temperature either, making itself known with a sharp pang. The woman wasted no time, struggling to undo her belt as quick as she could. Suddenly, she was interrupted by feeling the ground give way beneath her, sending her falling to a strange new place. Level 1225: Picturesque Christmas Forest Victoria looked around to see herself in a cold, snowy forest. It was entirely dark except for two Christmas trees, one lit by orange lights and another lit up by green. It was cold, but it was actually warmer than the area outside her house. Ofcourse, it was still too cold for the woman wearing just a sweater and no coat, as Vicky crossed her arms over her chest to keep from shivering. “Hello? Is anyone there?” She cried out. “Mom? Dad? Grandpa?” No reply came. With no other option Vicky started walking, her boots crunching the snow beneath her. Thankfully, the pressure in the woman’s bladder eased. Vicky felt her crotch to make sure she hadn’t pissed herself, but to her surprise it was completely dry. After walking through the forest for a while, she stumbled on another lit up dry. She could swear she heard the song “Silent Night” faintly coming from the tree, but for all she knew her mind could be hallucinating. Vicky was grateful though as it seemed to get warmer by the tree. After a few minutes of warming up she continued onwards, not wanting to go back into the cold but she was determined to find a way home. As she continues through the forest, Victoria felt her bladder panging again. Every step seemed to hurt more than the last. The college student prepared to yank down her jeans and squat but as she reached for her belt she heard a noise. The Christmas Tree in the distance went dark and the light caroling she had heard stopped. All around her whispers started to talk to her. ”Join us Victoria, come home Victoria.” The voices of her mom and dad came to her. ”Mom? Dad?” She cried back as fog started to descend all around. She had both hands cupped over her crotch now as her need was desperate yet again. “Victoria, please come back.” The voice of her grandfather called out. Wait a minute, grandpa never calls me that. Her grandfather referred to her as Tor exclusively. Quickly she deduced that these voices had to be fake. The woman set off running to the nearest Christmas tree. The lights were off but she could still see heat coming from it. As far as she figured it was her best shot. Vicky was hunched over the whole run with a hand holding back the reservoir inside her. The voices continued after her. Fog was setting in all around. She turned to see a long set of Christmas string lights flailing about like a whip, although all of the lights were cracked open and shut off. The other end was in the fog, part of some unseen entity reaching out for Vicky. ”Victoria, come home honey. You can relieve yourself.” The voice of her mom called from the fog. ”You aren’t my mom!” The young woman yelled back. Finally she reached the tree, a small circle of moonlight around it designating what she assumed was “safe”. The light sting tentacle tried to reach in but seemed to burn when it entered the circle. Victoria, don’t you have to pee?” The voice of her dad said. Vicky danced in place in front of the tree. Fog had completely encircled the area. Crossing and recrossing her legs, the woman could tell she was fighting a losing battle. The brunette leaned forward and cupped her hands over her crotch. Her teeth grit tight as wave after wave of pain came over her. She wanted to squat, but she wouldn’t give whatever this thing in the fog was the satisfaction of seeing her so it. “Please Victoria, you don’t have to pee your pants. You aren’t a little girl anymore.” The voice of her grandpa came from the fog. ”You aren’t my grandpa.” She replied, although her need was so desperate she almost wanted to let this thing take her. “Please honey, the relief will feel so good. It must hurt so bad. Come home and finally let it go. It’ll feel so good to finally pee.” Vicky but her lip and looked straight up as a spurt escaped into her jeans. She had a death grip on her crotch with both hands but it wasn’t enough. Suddenly, there was a break in the fog. Her house was off in the distance! Was this a hallucination or real? Vicky didn’t know, but she couldn’t wait any longer. She took off running as quick as she could with her full bladder. Her boots loudly crunched and crunched as the snow moved underfoot. A strong wind was heard behind her and she realized the entity wasn’t far behind. ”Oh my god, oh my god.” Vicky was overcome with terror. She looked and realized her house was gone-it was fake! She turned to head back to the tree but it was too late, the fog was around her. She began running but didn’t make it far. The string of broken lights cracked like a whip and wrapped tight around her left ankle, pulling her leg out from under her. Vicky screamed as she landed belly first in the snow. Immediately the string-tentacle started pulling her back deeper into the fog. ”Help me, help!” Vicky screamed and reached out with both hands, clawing at the ground violently. “It’s time to come home, Victoria. Join us, Victoria.” The voices were louder than ever now. The woman’s crotch turned wetter and wetter as fear totally overtook her. She clawed at the snow, her fingers doing nothing but carving ten lines on the ground. ”Someone please, god please anyone!” Vicky desperately screamed out. The young woman kicked and flailed, but it was no use. The entity-whatever it was-had an iron grip on her ankle. Vicky felt tears form in her eyes, certain this was the end. The last of her bladder’s contents emptied out. It grew colder and colder and colder. All around Vicky it grew to darkness. The entity pulled her ankle harder and harder, taking her deep into the fog. She closed her eyes and prepared for the inevitable… Suddenly, Vicky was back in the chair of her living room, her family all around. She was crying and her jeans soaked, urine running down her legs and the chair. ”Honey are you okay?” Her dad cried out and ran over. Victoria was still panicked and screaming for a few moments, before she realized she was safe now. She was grateful to see her family. It had all felt so real, had she dreamed it all? No matter, Victoria would never take her family on Christmas for granted again.
  3. Hello! This is part 6! Disclaimer; it contains a little bit of violence. It got the good old fear wettings and heavy emphasis on the overarching plot with a bunch of details of what might come next. Enjoy and leave your feedback as always! ♥️ ——————————————————— It was late at night when Dr. Rachel was returning home after a long tiring work day at Armix tower. She had just teleported away 3 failed experiments before Armix could notice them. She drove her car in silence. She was worried and squirming a bit in her seat as she was in desperate need to pee because she hadn’t had any breaks at work today. The sight of the zombies turning earlier almost made her leak but she managed to hold it. She was still wearing her lab coat. She had forgotten to take it off due to all the stress. Under it she was wearing a white chemise and gray pants and white flat shoes with no socks on. She was a young beautiful doctor with dark straight blonde hair and blue eyes. She was about 25 years old but was an absolute genius, that’s why Armix had chosen her to work with them. She drove for a bit before noticing another car was tailing her. She brushed it off and continued on her way home. She couldn’t worry about some conspiracy hallucinations while she was in need to relieve herself like that. About 10 mins of struggle later she managed to finally arrive at her house. She parked the car and stepped out while crossing her legs. She looked back behind her to find that the car tailing her was still there. And strangely it was approaching her sidewalk. A tall muscular man came out of the car and approached her on foot. His expressions were sharp and it seemed like he had an odd frown. “Dr. Rachel?” The man asked in a grim deep voice. Rachel shuddered but hesitantly answered him back while obviously crossing her legs; “Ye-yes.. who’s asking?” “My name is Markus and i need you to step with me inside the car immediately.” Markus said sharply. “Wh-what for? I believe i have other matters to attend to.” Rachel answered with her need to pee spiking as she became more nervous, obviously squirming in front of the strange man. “Dr. Rachel i am afraid it cant wait. Please follow me. Calmly.” Markus insisted, trying to show that he’s friendly but Rachel was actually skeptical and creeped out. “I am sorry. I cant do that. Please get off my property or i am calling the police.” Rachel nervously said. She looked around the neighborhood for someone to help her but it was dark and too late for someone to be passing by. Without another word Markus pulled out a gun with a suppressor from his jacket. He pointed it at Rachel and sharply said; “I guess there is no other choice Dr. Rachel. I tried the friendly approach but you seem stubborn. Scream and I blow your brains off. Now calmly follow my instructions so you wont get hurt.” He coldly said. Rachel immediately shuddered and raised her hands up. She was no longer crossing her legs. She could feel warm liquid slowly and uncontrollably pouring into her gray pants. A wet patch started to slowly emerge at the front of her crotch. Tears streamed down her cheeks as well as she trembled without a word. Markus slowly eyed her extending dark patch with a smile as it finally dripped down the end of her pants and into the floor with an audible trickling sound into a puddle under her feet. “Oh poor thing, did i scare you that much? You’re so scared you just uncontrollably pissed your pants right in front of me.. wow!” Markus mockingly told her. She realized at his shocking and embarrassing words that she was actually really wetting herself in fear. She looked down at her pants and cried more. She managed to stop the flow of urine as soon as she realized before she could get drenched. “P-plea-please.. i’ll d-do any-anything you ask. Please dont hu-hurt me.” She stutteringly said as she shamefully stood in front of him with urine filled pants begging and pleading in fear. Still warm at her crotch and down her legs. “Dont worry Dr. Rachel.. I just need you and your personal keycard so I can get into the Omega lab back at the Armix tower.” Markus calmly said. “Wha-what? Wh-why? How d-do you even kn-know about that?” Rachel confusingly asked. “I wont answer any of your questions until we reach there. Now come with me!” Markus growled, then strongly grabbed her arm with one hand and with the other still pointed a gun at her head. Her shoes squelched all the way to his car due to her own urine, leaving wet footprints on the sidewalk. It was quite an embarrassing feeling. As soon as Markus reached his car he unlocked his trunk. And pointed for her to go inside with his gun. “What.. no! You cant put me in there please no!” Rachel panically said. “Oh i am not asking.” Markus calmly said then tried to push her inside. Rachel resisted and struggled while screaming “NO! NO!” as she ferociously kicked her wet legs around which caused both of her wet shoes to fly off making her barefooted. She couldn’t overcome the strong man and he finally pinned her inside and slammed the trunk door over her, trapping her inside. He quickly went behind the wheel and started to drive off to Armix. Rachel started screaming and banging on the trunk door in her fear. She was claustrophobic and felt like she couldn’t breath. She kept crying and wailing harder as she felt the car starting to move. She kept kicking the door with her bare feet and punching it with her hands to no avail. She finally decided to give up and curled up inside the trunk as she whimpered and trembled in fear. She lost bladder control once more in her terror. This time she was fully soaking herself. Her pee gushed forcefully from around her butt area and flowed sideways fully wetting her butt and the trunk. It fully soaked her left side of her lab coat as well. The puddle grew larger quickly as her bladder absolutely drained every last drop of pee left inside her. She was now laying in a puddle of her own urine with absolutely drenched clothes. As the car moved around and bumped occasionally the urine puddle splashed around and everywhere all over her. She didn’t do anything but cry in fear and shame until the car came to a full stop after about 20 minutes. As soon as Markus left the car and opened the trunk he was quickly disgusted with the sight he had witnessed and the pungent urine odor that whooshed into his nostrils. There laid the prestigious doctor Rachel in her bare feet crying in a pool of her own urine that covered her entire body. “UGHH! WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE! YOU RUINED MY CAR.. DOC!” Markus angrily said. He then pulled soaking crying Rachel out in disgust and yelled at her some more. “THE HELL DOC!? YOU COULDN’T HOLD YOURSELF FOR A BIT!? ARE YOU A FREAKING BABY!? You made a mess out of yourself!” Markus kept yelling angrily at her, mad that his car was ruined with all that urine. Rachel shuddered and cried more at his yelling. “I-i am so-so-sorryyy, i didnt me-mean to! I w-was sca-scared!!!” She stuttered between her sobs. Markus took a deep urine filled breath and then sighed; “Huh.. Whatever. We’re here at the tower.. we need to get inside now, get your keycard ready.” He said, then pushed her in front of him. They arrived at the huge glass gate. Markus peeked inside through it to see there was a huge reception with no one inside but a sleepy security guard. “Wipe off your tears now and act normal. You will tell him you forgot something in the lab and that i am the friend who gave you a lift.” Markus said as he poked her shoulder. Rachel immediately wiped her tears with her lab coat and opened the door with her keycard and slowly entered with Markus behind her. The security guard quickly noticed and stopped her. “Dr. Rachel, what are you doing here this late?” The security guard asked as he curiously eyed her soaking clothes and her partner. “Umm.. hi.. i.. uh.. i forgot something important in the lab i need to get it quickly, this is my trusted friend who brought me here.. uh.. Markus.” Rachel nervously said. “Oh.. okay, but why are you all wet like that doctor?” The security guard asked while raising an eyebrow. She nervously looked back at Markus trying to think of some excuse. “I.. uhh.. it was.. umm.. raining outside.. and i.. umm.. slipped and fell over into a puddle.” She nervously answered. “Hmm.. i see.. but why are you barefooted?” He asked confusingly looking down at her pedicured wet feet. Rachel closed her eyes as she tried to think. “Oh i.. LOVE! To walk in the rain barefooted, i love the feeling of water under my bare feet and i must have been so carried away that i forgot my shoes in the car.. doesn’t matter i’ll be done quickly and get back to it.” She said in a high pitch. “Fine, get to the elevator then doc. If you need anything i’ll be right here.” The security guard naïvely said. Rachel and Markus then passed by the security guard’s side. The urine odor was too vivid that an expression of disgust crossed the guard’s face. “Woowiee that must have been one hell of a stinky puddle Dr. Rache, it reminds me of how the elevator smelled when that newbie interview girl peed all over herself inside it a while back on the day of the accident.” The security guard said while shaking his head. “Haha.. umm.. yeah.. i’ll shower when i return home.” She hesitantly shrugged it off, her prestige drained down the sink like her urine. Rachel and Markus then walked to the staff elevator area. They entered with Rachel’s keycard and then she typed on the number pad floor 232, the very last floor of that gigantic tower. The elevator ride was quiet, only Rachel’s heavy breaths and rapid heartbeats could be heard. Moments later they arrived at the door of the Omega lab. Rachel swiped her keycard and entered the lab along with Markus. He then pushed her to the side and quickly started typing on the huge monitor in front of him. “W-we’re here now.. what do you want to do?” Rachel asked her initial question again. Markus was focused on the monitor in front of him but calmly answered her; “Project Omega. The ability to create gigantic sinkholes anywhere in the world by the press of a button using cosmic energy. I need that.” He coldly said. “Wha-what.. why.. this is dangerous! Where do you want to do it! You cant! People could die!!” Rachel said as she looked at the monitor trying to figure out the coordinates he was trying to set. “I am going to create a hole right under this very tower and sink it deep into the ground. That is my mission. Armix will be done.” Markus coldly said as he was setting the coordinates. “Markus.. please no! I dont ethically agree to all of what’s happening in Armix but i assure you this is not the solution! Please! Besides we will go down with the tower as well!” Rachel panically said. “I dont care. I knew what i was getting myself into from the beginning. I wouldnt mind becoming a martyr.” Markus said still focusing on the screen. He finally set the coordinates to the tower and smiled. “It is done.” He attempted to press the initiation button but then in an attempt to save the tower and herself Rachel pushed Markus away and quickly changed the coordinates to a random one and pressed the initiation button herself. The ground shook beneath them for a bit as the order reached deep into Earth’s mantle. “What. Have. You. Done!!!” Markus angrily groaned. “I saved Armix.. the cosmic energy is drained. The sinkhole can be shot once every six months, there’s no way you can create another one now.” Rachel said confidently. “What! No! Nooo!” Markus said then angrily pushed Rachel away from the monitor then set the coordinates back on the tower and pressed the initiation button multiple times but it didn’t work. “YOU. RUINED. EVERYTHING. DOC.” Markus angrily growled then took out his pistol and pointed it to Rachel’s head. “On your knees! It’s time for you to die!” He yelled. Rachel fell to her knees as she cried and begged for her life. Urine started flowing from her vagina again at this intense moment. She rewet her gray pants in fear and leaked heavily down to her knees. A small puddle was created under her knees as she begged and pleaded on the ground as she closed her eyes. *BANG* the sound of a bullet echoed in the lab. Strangely.. Rachel was okay. She opened her eyes to see that Markus with a bullet in his head was falling to the ground. She heard a voice coming from the lab’s entrance; “What’s going on here?” The voice asked. She looked at the door while she was still trembling and a bit of urine was still dripping off her to find two men in black coats and hats. They were Mr. Omo and Mr. Rashi.. finally teleported inside the tower at the right moment after the cabin incident. Rachel’s eyes immediately widened as she trembly stood back up over her puddle, it’s like she realized something. “Oh my.. it’s you.. Mr. Rashi.. you’re back.. but how!” She asked in surprise forgetting about her drenched clothes. “Do i.. know you?” Mr. Rashi confusingly asked as he glanced Rachel’s wet crotch. “What.. you dont remember?” Rachel asked with a raised eyebrow. “I am afraid not Ms.” Mr. Rachi sadly said. “Wait what? Mr. Rashi who is she? How does she know you?” Mr. Omo asked. “I dont kn—“ Mr. Rachi faded away then was interrupted by Rachel. “This is very odd.. i cant believe you dont remember.. but anyway you saved me. Thank you. But what are you two doing here?” She asked. “We are here to stop Armix, once and for all. We came to shutdown all the unethical projects, and revert the backrooms incident.” Mr. Omo confidently said. “I am afraid your buddy here was trying and i stopped him and i am ready to stop you too. He was about to open a sinkhole under the tower.” Rachel said as she crossed her eyebrows. “What.. no.. we dont want to destroy the tower. It’s my life’s work. We.. are actually the original founders. We just wanted to shutdown the projects.” Mr. Omo said. “What!? The founders!? How.. Mr. Rashi you havent told me that last time!” Rachel surprisingly asked. Before Mr. Rashi could confusingly answer a sudden alert beep started beeping from the monitor behind Rachel. She quickly focused at the screen. “Shit.. we have a problem. To avoid him from opening the sinkhole under the tower i had to open it somewhere else randomly. I just found out it was a populated area. We have to close it or many will die because of me! Please help me. I cant be responsible for that!” Rachel sadly said with a frown. “Fine but then we wi-“ Mr. Omo was interrupted by a peculiar noise coming from Markus’s body. The three of them looked over it to find that his skin was reverting from the normal human skin into a reddish skin and peculiar noseless facial features. Rachel immediately screamed and leaked her final urine droplets away in shock. “WHAT IS THAT!?” “As we expected.. Markus was one of the shapeshifting Skrulls.” Mr. Rashi said. “I am afraid Markus was not human to begin with.. hmm.. i think i know who he’s working for.” Mr. Omo deduced. “Magnus.” Misters omorashi concluded simultaneously.
  4. Part 5 of my series! This one contains a lot of everything.. wetting wise and overarching plot wise! Hope you enjoy this one as always! ♥️ Dont forget to leave your feedback as it really helps 🥰 ———————————————————- - - - “Subjects 7, 9, and 13 have become corrupted.” A scientist in a white lab coat said to another female scientist. “I have noticed.. i almost pissed myself at the sight of them turning. Did you inject them with element 115?” The female scientist asked as she looked at the growling subjects. “Yes, it was even fresh.. just arrived from the meteorite collision site.” The male scientist said. “Doesn’t matter. We need to get rid of them. We.. uhh.. Armix.. already fucked up by accidentally opening the rifts to what people call the backrooms. We cant fuck up again. Our reputation is deteriorating with all these rumors people are accusing us of.” The female scientist said angrily. “Very well, what do you suggest?” The male scientist asked. “Teleport them away. To a secluded area where they can’t hurt anyone.” The female scientist said. “Right away.. How about these woods? They seem abandoned, there’s only a cabin there that apparently no one had set foot in.. in decades.” The male scientist said as he scanned through his monitor. “Right. Send the zombies. Hopefully they’ll stay inert or get attacked by a bear or some wild animal that’ll rid them off for us. We can’t get rid of them in here, and we can’t alert our superiors in the tower that we fucked up again. We need to be discreet. Best solution is to teleport them to where you suggested.” The female scientist said worryingly. “Alright, setting coordinates. Sending in 3.. 2.. 1..” The male scientist said then pressed a red button after his count down. The room flashed in white and suddenly the 3 zombie subjects had disappeared from their holding facilities. “It is done.” The male scientist said as he left the lab followed by the female scientist. - - - On an empty quiet road at night, a car was moving fast. Three girls were inside, ironically dancing and singing along the song ‘Highway to Hell’ loudly. They were heading to a cabin in the woods to spend the weekend. Natalie was on the wheel, she was the mastermind of the weekend plan and the cabin key holder. It was passed to her from her great great grandfather, no one had ever set foot in it since then. So she thought it might be exciting to actually explore and have a cool adventure with her friends. She was 20 years old. She was wearing a navy blue blouse and light blue jeans. Sitting on the passenger seat beside her was Jessie. She was also 20 years old and she wore a beige crop top and Khaki cargo pants. Behind them in the backseat sat Emma. She was a year younger than her friends. She was 19. She wore a white shirt and blue denim short shorts. “Are you sure it’s safe there Nat?” Emma asked her friend from the backseat. “You scared Emz?” Natalie asked with a sarcastic smile. “Uh.. huh.. a little bit. It’s just no one has ever been there since your great great grandfather.” Emma said worryingly. “Pfftt.. Don’t worry about it! It’s gonna be fine!” Natalie said confidently. “I am a little bit worried too Nat, but i have no doubt it’s gonna be a lot of fun! That’s why we chose to go at night in the first place! Scary but more fun!” Jessie said as she looked back at Emma with a smile. “Right.. well are we close yet? I really need to pee and being so nervous is not helping hehe.” Emma said blushingly. “I think we’re like five minutes away! Just hold it girl don’t ruin my car hahaha.” Natalie said with a smirk. Five minutes later they arrived at the cabin. Natalie parked the car and looked at the old wooden cabin. It was intact, but old. “We’re here girls. Go on ahead Emma, i have seen in the old blueprints that there’s a bathroom inside to the left of the entrance. We’ll grab our things and follow you. Take these matches and candles to light up the inside.” Natalie said as she handed Emma the keys and matches. As soon as Emma left the car and started approaching the cabin Natalie looked at Jessie and smiled. “Hey, I have the masks in my backpack! We’ll proceed with our plan! Quickly grab them!” Natalie evilly whispered to Jessie. Jessie grabbed the backpack and took out two realistic zombie masks. She handed one to Natalie and wore one. “Okay what’s the plan Nat?” Jessie asked with an evil giggle. “Listen there’s a backdoor to the cabin, i’ll sneak from behind and you slowly go behind Emma from the main entrance, we’ll scissor her inside and give her the scare of her life!” Natalie said excitedly. “Are you sure it’s a good idea while she’s needing to pee like that? She might piss herself.” Jessie asked. “Well! That’d be even more funny! Come on Jess don’t be a party pooper lets go go go.” Natalie said as she wore the mask then sneaked slowly behind the cabin. Jessie left the car and waited for Emma to open the cabin door so she could follow her inside. Meanwhile, Emma stepped on the creaking wooden porch and unlocked the dusty door with the keys. It was dark and dusty inside. She became more nervous and her need to pee escalated at the sight of the dark cabin. She quickly grabbed her matches and lit a few candles and placed them around so the place would be well lit. She then held her crotch and squirmed a little bit as she looked around for the bathroom door to relieve herself. She made her way towards a closed door thinking it might be the bathroom when suddenly she heard a creaking sound coming from the back. Fear overwhelmed her and her bladder quickly twinged. She decided to ignore the sound for now until she pees. But the sound did not ignore her. The creaking sound became louder. It turned into slowly approaching footsteps. Emma started hyperventilating and started backing up step by step to the front door, still trying to make out what is that sound. Suddenly and quickly out of the dim lit hall of the cabin Natalie came out sprinting and screaming at Emma with a terrifying zombie mask. Emma immediately ran the other way with a loud scream as her bladder began leaking piss into her denim shorts in fear. She immediately bumped into Jessie who just came in from the front door with yet another terrifying zombie mask screaming at Emma as well. “AHHHHHHH GET AWAY FROM MEEEE!!!!!” Emma instantly screamed and cried with her bladder now fully releasing as she stood in the middle between her two zombie friends. She profusely pissed herself in terror as she stood on the cabin floor. Urine extended into a wet dark patch across the front of her denim shorts and quickly flowed down her bare legs and into the old wooden cabin floor creating a dirty puddle. As she uncontrollably wet herself she slowly started realizing the zombie screams were turning into hysterical laughs. Both her friends took off the masks and started laughing hysterically at the sight of their friend Emma pissing herself in fear. “Omg! We’re sooo sorry Emma hahahahha omg i cant believe you pissed yourself! Hahahahaha!!” Jessie said between her laughs. “I told you it’s gonna be good Jessie! Hahahahaha! That was sooo funny!! You should’ve seen your face while you were peeing yourself!! Hahahahaha!” Natalie said while laughing. Emma groaned and started hitting both of her laughing friends playfully “YOU BITCHES!! YOU MADE ME PISS MYSELF!! UGHHHH!!!” Emma said angrily but soon started laughing with them. “Okay i gotta admit.. that was a good prank.. well you know what? At least i am relieved now! Hahahaha.” Emma said as she calmed down and started joking around with her wicked friends. “Alright Emma just head for a warm shower then we’ll continue our spooky night when you come out!” Natalie said as she pointed at the bathroom door. Suddenly the three girls heard growling and creaking sounds coming from around the cabin. The door started banging loudly. The girls shuddered and huddled together. “Girls stop! If you’re still in on the prank it’s not funny anymore!” Emma said between her breaths. “Emma i swear we don’t have anything to do with this.” Jessie said in fear. “WHO’S THERE!?” Natalie yelled as she huddled with the others. There was no audible answer. Only loud growls and bangs. Suddenly the old cabin door got broken down. The three girls screamed in their fear as they saw 3 disfigured silhouettes entering the cabin. Slowly dragging their legs behind them and growling. Their hideous faces started to show as they came into the light of the candles. Blood trickled from the side of their mouths. Their eyes were white and pale. They looked very ugly and deformed. They looked undead. They were literal zombies. Two female ones and a male. The three girls were mesmerized in their fear as they screamed their lungs off. Natalie immediately pissed all over herself soaking her blue jeans at the sight of the growling zombies. The damp patch grew pretty quickly with urine dripping off her jeans adding to Emma’s previously made puddle. Emma and Jessie heard the hissing and trickling sound of Natalie’s urine and looked down at her crotch to find out she was soaking herself. “Nat..” Jessie whispered. Natalie immediately started to realize the warmth at her crotch and looked down over hers and Emma’s puddle. She instantly started tearing up. “EMMA IF THAT’S YOUR REVENGE PRANK PLEASE STOP!! I PEED MYSELF TOO! WE’RE EQUAL NOW PLEASE EMMA I AM SORRY!” Natalie yelled in her shock. “I swear i dont have anything to do with it!!” Emma said between her sobs. “Girls! Focus! They are slow! We can outrun them if we split up and meet back outside at the car so we can get the hell out of here!” Jessie calmly said with shallow breaths. “O-ok-okay.. okay!” Emma and Natalie said stutteringly. “Alright on my go, Emma to the right, Natalie to the back from where you originally came from the backdoor, and i’ll head to the left.. 3.. 2.. 1.. NOW!” Jessie said then the three girls ran through their designated directions. The three zombies split up too each following a different girl while picking up the pace a little. Jessie managed to easily go through the front door while swiftly avoiding the zombie on her side. She ran as fast as she could for her life to the car. She opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat locking herself quickly inside as she waited for her soaking friends. As she waited, her zombie arrived at the car and started hitting the window slowly. Jessie started trembling and crying and buried her face into the palms of her hands hoping that her friends would quickly join her. Although her bladder was strong enough that she hadn’t wet herself until now in fear of the situation, it finally gave way. No matter how strong one’s bladder is the situation she was in would be unbearable. Jessie started to uncontrollably wet her cargo pants over her seat as she cried. With each bang on the window a spurt of piss left her vagina and soaked her pants and the seat under her until the stream went steady completely soaking the car seat and her entire butt. She quickly felt the warmth and could vividly smell the urine odor in the closed car and instantly started wailing and crying harder. Meanwhile back at the cabin, Natalie was trying to get out of the backdoor. But an old wooden shelf had apparently fallen in front of it blocking the way. She immediately crawled and hid under the stairs beside her. She sat down in fetus position with her knees up to her face as she trembled in fear, the odor of her urine filled pants hitting her nostrils. The zombie that was following her dumbly started looking around for her. Its leg which had a bone popping out of it was obvious from Natalie’s perspective. She quickly put a hand over her mouth and nose in order to hold the sound of her breath and sobbed. It stayed there for a while with its growls growing louder. Natalie closed her eyes and started wetting herself again. The tense situation was too much for her bladder to handle. Her sphincters relaxed once more and the already damp patch started to grow darker again. Urine extended into a puddle on the ground, soaking her butt and flowing away from the stairs she was hidden under. The puddle had reached the zombie’s feet. It started walking on it without realizing it was splashing it everywhere. Natalie’s heart sank, her only thought was ‘I am gonna die because i couldn’t control my bladder! I am gonna die in soaked pants!’. But to her luck these zombies were dumb and ignorant of their surroundings. The zombie walked right past it and went in an entirely different direction. Natalie sighed then collected her strength and made a run for it back to the car were Jessie was locked inside afraid of the zombie at the window. Natalie noticed what was going on and quickly grabbed a stone from the ground and threw it at the zombie’s head distracting it. Then rapidly ran to the driver’s seat as she banged on the window for soaked Jessie to open the door for her. Jessie unlocked the door between her sobs and Natalie went inside the car and closed the door again. “Emma’s not here yet!?” Natalie asked in shock. “N-no..” Jessie answered between her sobs. Natalie looked down at Jessie’s car seat and realized that her friend had wet herself as well. She put a hand over Jessie’s shoulder and caressed it. “It’s gonna be okay. Emma will get here now and we’ll drive off quickly and never return to this place.” Natalie said trying to reassure her friend and herself. Meanwhile, Emma still inside the cabin was hiding inside a wardrobe. As soon as her zombie started moving away giving up on finding her she made a run for it to the front door. On the way out she bumped into Natalie’s zombie hardly dodging it before she finally went outside. The shock of that made her leak all over herself while running. Making a urine trail on the wooden perch behind her and watering the grass before reaching the car. Natalie quickly unlocked the car door for Emma and she quickly jumped in the backseat. “GO GO GO!!!” Emma screamed. Natalie immediately turned the car keys to turn on the engine but it wouldn’t start. She tried several times while screaming “Come on! Come on!!” But it wouldn’t work. By the time she couldn’t start the engine the three zombies had circled their car. They started hitting the windows forcefully. The three girls screamed and cried, and with no exceptions the three of them leaked the final content of their bladders into their car seats. The three of them pissed themselves in terror again simultaneously realizing their inevitable fate. Not all of them had heavily leaked. It was based on how much was left in their bladder. Jessie pissed the most while Natalie and Emma leaked the least. The car’s smell quickly turned into a public urinal. With a final scream Natalie strongly turned the car keys and the engine finally roared. She instantly hit the gas pedal with her feet at full power and the car accelerated forcefully away from the cabin with the 3 zombies falling to the ground. The girls finally drove off out of this wicked cabin sitting in pants and car seats full of their urine. They will never forget that very wet terrifying day and decided they will never return to that old cabin. - - - A few moments after the girls’ car drove off a white door-like portal opened in front of the cabin. Two men in black coats and black hats stepped out of it. Mr. Omo and Mr. Rashi. “The girls are safe?” Mr. Omo asked. “Yes. This was already in the original timeline, i knew they would survive.. if we were under different circumstances i would have been recording them right now.” Mr. Rashi said. “Right, we just need to get to Armix now. We’re here because these zombies were directly teleported from the Armix tower. We can extract the teleporting particles out of them and teleport back to the same point they came from. Thus; we’ll be able to infiltrate the tower unnoticed by directly teleporting inside it.” Mr. Omo explained. “Wait but why do we need the zombie particles? Why didn’t we directly teleport there from our base.” Mr. Rashi confusingly asked. “Mr. Rashi focus. Remember. We were banished! Overthrown! We can’t teleport inside unless there’s a direct point.” Mr. Omo said. “Oh.. i am sorry. You know i am recovering from amnesia.. since that.. uh.. incident.” Mr. Rashi stuttered as he tried to remember. “Yes. Just remember. We were the creators of Armix we were the original founders so long ago. We even originally named it Omorashi Corporation based on our names before we were overthrown. Remember?” Mr. Omo tried to remind Mr. Rashi. “Oh.. yes.. it’s vaguely returning. Any how. Lets get done with business now.” Mr. Rashi said. The zombies were already approaching Misters omo-rashi as they spoke. Mr. Rashi unsheathed a futuristic looking glowing sword from the side of his coat and swiftly cut off the three zombie heads in one slash. Mr. Omo leaned down and extracted the zombies’ blood with a strange device. He then opened another portal and slowly entered followed by Mr. Rashi sheathing the sword. Armix awaits.. - - -
  5. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    Happy Halloween!~ *Boo!* 🎃😆👻 This is this month's solitary image featuring Ivy in a little bit of an otherworldly predicament! There's a story for this, and I'll be trying to get that uploaded here shortly... (Edit): And, here it is! 😋:
  6. Hey, I actually managed to finish this in time for Halloween! This is part 1 of a new story with all sorts of spooky, scary, horror themes. Quick thing to note: the story will feature both male and female accidents, both wetting and messing. All characters are adults. Happy Halloween! I hope you all enjoy! The world lived in fear of the ever capricious Blood Moon, and the horrors it brought with it. In fortunate times, the Blood Moon would set, and would not rise again for months, or even a few years. In the most forsaken of times, it rose weekly. When its crimson light touched the world, madness and paranoia filled the streets, and beasts rampaged unchecked. Frightful rumors said that one day, the Blood Moon shall rise, and it shall never again set; and all mankind will be lost in a tide of insanity and savagery. But despite all the terror it brought, there are none less fortunate than those born under the Blood Moon, condemned to battle the shadow until their last breath. Chapter One: The Barony Sylvia shivered. Through the great, iron-wrought gate she beheld Tarsa, a massive city with a grand castle built atop a hill at its center. Around it, staggeringly tall monasteries and spires rose to meet the sky. And behind them all, casting the entire city in a bloody silhouette, was the Blood Moon. The chill in the air was not what bothered her, rather the knowledge of what the streets of the city would be like. She’d been to towns and villages afflicted by the curses before, but never such a large city. She shuddered because she could not help but imagine the sights she’d seen in smaller settlements magnified and multiplied in this enormous place. She would find no friends in Tarsa, although that was hardly unusual. Sylvia was a Pariah, someone born under the light of the Blood Moon. She could withstand it, and was able to battle the monsters it brought forth, although it meant that most people saw little difference between herself and the nightmares she contended with. She would be alone, fighting for her life, terrified out of her mind, for days. She took a deep breath, and shoved the great gate open. Even the outskirts of the city were very dense, with tall buildings and cramped streets. Sylvia placed a hand on the sword at her hip, ready for anything, as she strolled by the houses. Some were boarded up, others weren’t, others had been deserted. She could hear people inside some of the houses, some crying, some praying. Some laughing. She hated it- the sound of mad laughter. It always disturbed her. There were footsteps close by, but no one would be foolish enough to wander the streets during the Blood Moon. It was no human that walked near, of that much she was certain. She briefly closed her eyes, willed her instincts to take over, and rounded a corner to face the first of many adversities. Awaiting her was a large, mangy hound, big enough to subdue and devour a man. Judging by the blood caking its mouth, it had already done so. To most, a deadly beast; to Sylvia, however, it would be a warm-up. The thing barked and snarled, and lunged for her. With preternatural swiftness, She drew her sword and ran the hound through in mid-air. She flung its body to the side. Glancing down at herself, she looked to see if she’d managed to keep the thing’s foul blood off of herself, and was pleased to see her brown longcoat and black trousers were clean. Of course, Sylvia knew full well that her clothes would be soaked in blood and piss before the long night was over. A bark in the distance, another hound. No one knew where the monsters came from. Some people thought that crazed humans turned into them, or that they descended from the crimson moonlight. Sylvia was confident they were just born in the shadows during a Blood Moon. She moved to put the fiend down before it could do any damage. It was the same breed as the previous one, and it died just the same- leaping for the huntress, only to be skewered and thrown aside. In a way, Sylvia wanted the more dangerous beasts to hurry up and ambush her. She effortlessly and stoically did away with the runts, but waiting for the real threats to arrive was agony. For her, the anticipation of pain was always worse than the pain itself. Can some winged terror or colossal wolf-man descend upon me, already? Another bark, snarling and furious. It would be a long night. Time was muddied and difficult to measure under a Blood Moon. Even for someone who was mostly immune to its effects, Sylvia didn’t know just how long she’d been in Tarsa. A couple hours was her best guess, and thus far she’d only seen the least of what the night had to offer. Death hounds and scary noises in the distance. She was beginning to grow nervous. But when “normality” finally came, in the form of a woman screaming for help as a madman was about to kill her, Sylvia’s focus became razor-sharp, and she sprinted to them with unnatural speed. The woman, who looked to just be some ordinary citizen, had fallen to the ground, as a hunched man wearing an executioner’s hood approached her with an axe. In the split second before she intercepted the killer, Sylvia noticed a puddle spreading underneath the woman, sending tendrils of steam into the night air. The huntress came to a stop between the two, hearing an animalistic grunt of surprise from the killer. He hefted his axe, and swung for her neck. Slightly more on-guard than she was with the hounds, Sylvia drew her sword and parried the hit, gauging the danger. The madman had been given quite a gift of strength, rivaling her own. She was fortunate then, that he was sloppy, uncoordinated, and quite insane. He struck out again, sending furious slashes at her. Strong and deadly though they were, the killer’s mad rage could not compete with Sylvia’s calm precision. With each dodge and parry, she was getting closer, until finally she had studied her opponent enough to place her attack. One final parry, and in an eyeblink, her sword was buried to its hilt in the man’s chest. He gurgled, and collapsed, as Sylvia let him slide off of her sword. She didn’t wish to frighten the woman any further, so Sylvia was careful to sheathe her sword before approaching. The citizen was still sitting in her now cold puddle of urine. She slowly looked up to meet Sylvia’s gaze. “Are… Are you going to… ” “I’m not going to hurt you, miss,” Sylvia answered, in her somewhat low, boyish voice. “But… Aren’t you moonborn?” “I am.” “You’re not gonna k-kill me for being outside?” She asked, in disbelief. “I do not plan to,” Sylvia answered, matter-of-factly. She was accustomed to the rumors and superstitions. “Is your home far from here?” “Uh, no ma’am! It’s right there, I only came out because I heard someone calling… ” “People driven to madness by the Blood Moon often call out to lure victims to them. Go inside, and stay inside. And change your clothes.” Sylvia’s eyes drifted down to the tepid puddle, and the stain that had soaked into the woman’s dress. For the first time, she looked down and noticed her bladder’s failure. She blushed and buried her hands between her thighs, “Oh. Ah, I-” “Go,” The huntress commanded. The woman obeyed, scurrying inside and flinging a trail of droplets behind herself. The encounter had confirmed to her that things were as bad as she feared, and only going to get worse. Madmen being strengthened by the Blood Moon was a terrible indication of things to come. She found herself hoping that another moonborn or two would arrive to help purge the city, but she was rarely so fortunate. More screaming in the distance, more madness and beasts. She took a deep breath, and ran towards the sound. Chapter Two: A Soothing Voice Through confusing, indistinguishable days, hours, or minutes, Sylvia continued to offer battle to the crimson light. She rounded a corner to find a pack of death hounds, and had to carefully dodge each bite as she took them out, one by one. She found another madman, this one armed with a spear and wearing a sack cloth over his head. He went down after a few parries. Though each encounter was growing deadlier, she had not even broken a sweat, and not enemy had come close to hurting her. But when she heard that terrible, dreadful screech, her blood ran cold. She knew that her stoic expression was broken by a brief look of fear. She had heard cries like that before. The thing that made them was a true monster among monsters. Though she wished very dearly not to, she took off running towards the origin of the howl. If she did not kill it then, she would not be able to kill it later. Dashing through gothic structures and grim alleys, she found herself suddenly in an open courtyard, with pleasant trees and flowers blooming happily, apathetic to the doom around them. At the far end of the courtyard stood a tall woman, wearing a lovely dress in hues of red and black, and holding a pink parasol above herself. The courtyard was built overlooking a lower section of the city, which the woman seemed transfixed by. So much so, that she did not seem to notice or care about the massive werewolf that was preparing to attack her. The creature was the stuff of nightmares and myths, at least three times the size of a man, and far stronger than it looked. Sylvia’s legs trembled lightly, her mouth went dry. Any beast could frighten her, but she had felt the wrath of werewolves before, and they terrified her. The beast became wise to her intrusion, and spun around with a snarl. Its mouth was not like a wolf’s, but more like a shark’s- with many rows of needle-like fangs, covered in blood. The black pits that functioned as its eyes locked onto her, and it howled- deafening and horrifying. She fearfully drew her sword, and gritted her teeth. Behind the monster, the strange woman had turned, and now watched them, instead. The werewolf charged forward, delivering a bone-shattering swipe of its massive claw as it moved. Sylvia dodged out of the thing’s way just in time, but just the gust of wind that followed the attack nearly knocked her down. Werewolves grew in size and strength as they killed and fed, and this one had fed quite a bit. With feral speed and cruelty, it swiped again, and again, with Sylvia’s dodges becoming narrower each time. Its body went low to the ground, its gargantuan paws pulling it forward very swiftly. Its great maw opened, the teeth promising a slow and painful death, chomping and gnashing. She could not retreat for long before it caught her, and so delivered a slash across its nose when it was close enough. The beast reeled, howling in pain. It stood on its hind legs, one paw clutching its injured snout as it howled into the night sky. She used the opening, and ran to its side, slashing open one of its back legs. The pained howling intensified, but then the beast decided to use the pain to fuel its assault. Before Sylvia could react, it hit her with a powerful swipe of the back of its paw. To someone weaker than herself, even that likely would’ve been fatal. She flew through the air, colliding with a wall and sliding to the ground. She slumped over onto her right side, lying on the ground. She was in a great deal of pain, and her body did not heed her brain’s demands to get back to her feet. She became aware of the sensation of her bladder emptying, and a creeping warmth between her legs. Her pants were rapidly saturating with her piss, which spread across her right thigh. It ran down both the front and back as she lay on her side, creating a spreading pool on the cobblestone below her. She was sure that her coat was being stained with her water, as well. No, I won’t die like this, pissing my pants like a coward… Mustering her strength, she forced herself upright once again. She stood back up, not minding that the last of her urine was still flowing out of her, allowing a little of the wetness to slip down her left thigh, and prepared to resume the fight. The werewolf had been approaching her slowly and cautiously, not wanting another slash across its nose. With startling agility, it abandoned the careful approach, and lunged for her with both of its forelegs. With the wall behind her preventing her from dodging away, she instead slid under the giant claws, cutting the beast’s belly as she ducked between its hind legs, and emerged behind it. It reared back, turned around, and swiped low. She jumped back, but the werewolf’s claws struck the dirt and stone, sending up a cloud of pulverized earth. In less than the span of a heartbeat, the silhouette of its mouth appeared in the cloud, then emerged on Sylvia’s side of it, bellowing out an unholy roar as the twin beds of needles it called a mouth surged for her. She tried to react, swinging her sword, but she couldn’t even raise it in time. Before it could deliver the decisive blow, a parasol, thrown through the air like a javelin, impacted its eye. Black blood sputtered out, and it began thrashing and throwing itself around in a mad frenzy. Sylvia was standing there dumbstruck, still catching up to the fact that she wasn’t dead. She felt a weight forming in her underwear, and then the sound registered with her. She was loudly soiling herself. She could feel her mess steadily filling her wet panties, spreading across her backside when it met the resistance of her pants. But there was no time to concentrate on her incontinence; by the strange woman’s miraculous intervention, Sylvia had an opening. Her slackened grip on her sword tightened back up, and she charged the beast, Paying no mind to the mass in the seat of her underwear that swayed with each step. The werewolf was once again howling into the sky, standing “upright,” as it were. Instead of going for one of its legs, Sylvia this time chose to jump into the fur of its chest. She stabbed her sword into it for leverage, and climbed higher. When she could reach the space where she reckoned its heart ought to be, she began furiously stabbing and stabbing, plunging her sword as deep as it would go. The monstrosity’s howls grew faint and choked, and it finally slowed. It reached for her, and Sylvia ripped her sword out and jumped off of it. It tried to follow after her, but fell to the ground, still at last. Sylvia was breathing hard, a rarity for the moonborn. The beast was dead, and she was not. She supposed that’s all she could’ve asked for, feeling the chill wind against her wet trousers. She stared at the werewolf’s body for a long while, until approaching footsteps reminded her that she was not alone. “Are you unharmed, madam?” The strange woman asked, stooping to retrieve her parasol. She spoke with an accent Sylvia had trouble placing. “I should be asking you that,” The huntress replied quietly, breathlessly. The woman smiled faintly, very faintly, “I am just fine. You have done well, madam.” It wasn’t that her accent was difficult to place, Sylvia realized, but that her manner of speaking was abnormal. It was slightly stilted, and the words were oddly paced. Even so, they seemed sincere, “Thank you. Is your home far from here?” “Yes. Very far. Why do you ask?” “You should head home. I can see you safely there. Most creatures of the Blood Moon won’t be able to enter your home unless they’re invited, so you’ll be safe there.” The woman stepped closer, still smiling faintly. So close, Sylvia could see that she towered over the huntress. Sylvia was not a short woman, but the stranger before her stood a full head taller. Her pale face had smooth features, and her black hair was tied into an elegant bun. “You are kind to offer, but I do not think we will reach my home,” She said. “Who are you?” She asked with trepidation. She was getting the sensation that this woman might not have been entirely sane and natural. “Ah!” The woman seemed surprised by the question, as if she hadn’t expected to have to give her own name, “... Mary. Call me Mary.” “All right, then,” Sylvia began, “Mary, You need to find somewhere safe. I’ll be killing these creatures for as long as I can. Right now, this city is no place for someone like you.” “Oh, moonborn, you speak bravely,” The mention of her bravery brought the sensations of her cold, wet, and quite full trousers to the forefront of her mind, “But there is no need for that.” “No need for what?” Sylvia’s patience was thinning, “For you to be safe, or for me to kill the monsters?” Mary set her hand gently on the huntress’ shoulder, “For you to pretend. I see that you are afraid, in pain. You do not need to pretend that you are not.” “... It threw me against a wall. It was natural to have… lost control of myself,” She blushed as she defended her wetting, assuming that’s what the other woman was referring to. “You have done so very well, madam. Be proud of that, not ashamed of unimportant failings,” Mary’s voice, even as strange as it was, was so very soothing. And her words… She hadn’t once berated or expressed fear of Sylvia for being a moonborn. “What are you saying?” “That they have asked so very much of you, and you have already given more than that.” “Do you… truly mean that?” Her smile deepened, “I do, madam huntress.” Sylvia didn’t know how to respond; no one had ever said anything so comforting to her, before. “What do you want from me?” “Hm? Do you think I only wish a favor from you?” “Why else would you try to befriend a moonborn?” She paused, collecting her thoughts for a moment. She did not speak first, but rather embraced Sylvia in a gentle hug. The huntress initially tensed in alarm, but calmed down quickly. “You must have seen such hardship, to think even words of kindness will be used to hurt you.” She knew it had to be a ruse, a trap of some kind, but Sylvia was overwhelmed by the embrace, and the reassurance. She had never met anyone who wanted to bring her comfort and kindness. Even knowing that soon enough, the trap would be sprung, Sylvia wrapped her arms around Mary, content to enjoy the human connection for as long as she could pretend it was real. Tears brimmed in her eyes, and she felt her exhaustion catching up to her. In the arms of this stranger, Sylvia felt herself fading into unconsciousness, certain that once her eyes closed, they would never open again. And thus, once lucidity had returned to her, her surprise was palpable. She was alone, in the living room of an unknown home. She was lying upon a cot beside a lit fireplace, pleasantly warm and feeling rested. She inspected herself for damage, but found nothing beyond the welts and bruises she had received from the werewolf. More pressingly, she was dressed only in smallclothes, with her huntress outfit folded neatly beside the cot. Bracing for embarrassment, she groped at her backside, searching for the bulge of her soiling and the urine-soaked fabric, but found nothing of the sort. She was clean. She pushed her folded coat aside, and lifted up her black trousers. Holding them against the fire’s light, she could make out the slightest hint of a stain, and she thought that she could possibly smell something about them, but they were otherwise quite clean. Her sword had been placed into its scabbard and left beside her clothing, as well. She set about dressing herself hastily. She was already ashamed at having voided herself, and then had to contend with the shame of taking a nap during a Blood Moon. I’m a miserable excuse of a huntress, she thought scornfully, as she slid her trousers on, happy to not feel the earthy sensation of her own mess pressed against her. Approaching footsteps, once again, and Mary appeared in the room. “Oh, madam huntress, are you feeling any better, now?” “Where are we?” “An empty house in the streets of Tarsa. We are safe, here.” “Did… did you clean me and my clothes?” “I did. You were wet, and you had soiled yourself badly. I did not want for you to have to again endure that shame when you woke.” “I’m… perfectly aware of the fact that I lost control of my bowels and bladder, Mary,” She said in annoyance, “But still, thank you. You’re right, it was nice to… not wake up to it.” “Would it bring comfort to you if I did the same?” “You did?” Sylvia’s eyes widened in surprise. She hadn’t noticed if Mary had fouled herself, but she supposed it wasn’t impossible, “Uh, I suppose that it does bring me comfort, yes.” “Very well, then,” Mary responded, closing her eyes. Her body tensed for a moment. Sylvia watched her in confusion, then the sound of hissing filled the room. A splotch of wetness darkened the fabric of her red dress, in front of her legs. From the hem of the skirt, streams and droplets fell to the ground, as puddles emerged around her feet. There was a light crackling, and the smell that graced Sylvia’s nose confirmed that Mary had voluntarily soiled herself, as well. “Now the shame can be shared.” Sylvia took a step back as the pool of urine nearly touched her boot, and looked at Mary, completely befuddled. “Mary, that’s not… Why did you… Now we’ll have to clean your clothes, too! I- I need to be back out there, fighting! I don’t have time for… this.” She was certain, then, that the crimson moonlight had driven Mary mad. Mary chuckled, as faint as her characteristic smile, “Ah, madam huntress, it will take no time at all to clean,” She slowly waved her hand over the urine stain on her dress, and the both of them watched as the fabric returned to its normal, un-pissed state. Although, like with her own trousers, Sylvia thought she could see the faint outline of a stain. Mary slowly passed both of her hands in a circle around herself, and the puddle on the ground dissipated, as did the unpleasant odor from the mess in her underwear. “... Mary,” Sylvia began, after a long silence, “You aren’t human, are you?” Before she even spoke, her face gave it away, “Indeed not, madam huntress.” Sylvia’s mind was blank, she had no idea what to do about a creature like Mary- she’d never encountered anything like her. “I… I don’t want to have to hurt you, Mary. I don’t know what you might be, but if you stay here, then I can resume my duty as a moonborn, and I can claim that I never saw you.” “You wish to return to the horror and violence outside already?” “The Blood Moon has been out for a while already. I have to fight the things it spawns before they become too numerous to stop. When the Blood Moon ends, the city has to be safe enough for everyone to emerge from their homes.” “Oh, but madam huntress, don’t you see? There is no need to hurry,” Mary began, with a sympathetic look upon her face, “This Blood Moon will never end.” Chapter Three: Spirit of Discovery The official reason for William’s visit to Tarsa was to study at their robust libraries. And while this was not a lie, strictly speaking, it most certainly was not the whole truth. He had read the omens, the signs in the stars, and he knew that Tarsa would be the epicenter of a Blood Moon- where its effects were strongest and its monsters deadliest. William thought he was clever. He had tried to warn people, but few believed him. He settled instead on preparing himself for his experiments. A number of reagents, blended together and boiled, produced a potion that he believed could inoculate someone to the madness of the Blood Moon. But then, the moonlight had come so much sooner than expected, and William discovered that he was not a brave enough man to step outside the safety of his dwelling and test his potion. Now, it was all he could do to watch from his room in the apothecaries’ tower, looking out the window at the city below, as chaos and destruction engulfed the land. He shook in fear as he beheld giant beasts being birthed from the shadowed places between homes, What was I thinking?! That I could convince everyone?! That I would be safe enough to step outside?! William was a thin man, a little on the short side, and far from being the image of physical fitness. He was not at all qualified to face the horrors that surrounded him. All at once, his plan had gone from genius to profoundly stupid, and he was left wanting to curl up on the ground and wet himself. He had no food in his room, and the Blood Moon could well last long enough that he would starve if he didn’t leave. And of course, if he was wrong, and his potion didn’t work, then stepping out into the crimson moonlight could cause him to lose his mind. No… No, I’ll just wait here for rescue. He went to lie down on his bed, but stopped, and grabbed his flintlock pistol, placing it on the nightstand, first. He lied down, on his back, with his hands on his chest. Only then did he notice that they were shaking terribly. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, willing himself to ignore the howling, screaming, and ethereal wind that flowed in through the window. So focused was he on ignoring the sounds outside, that he did not notice the sound of claws penetrating the stone walls of the tower, climbing closer and closer. Not until the thing climbing had nearly reached his window. His heart practically stopped, and he quietly slipped out of bed, and grabbed his pistol. The stony clack, clack of the beast climbing was extremely close, but he could now discern that it was off to the side, a short distance away from his window. Then it was quiet for a moment. They… they can’t come in unless they’re let in, right? The books said most of the creatures can’t come in! That’s why there’s several kinds that trick you into coming out or opening your door! They can’t come in! For a brief moment, he felt something like relief. Then he heard snarling, and screaming from the room adjacent to his own. Furniture getting thrown and destroyed, and the sounds of a struggle, until all he heard was a monster feasting on meat, and a quiet hissing. The hissing accompanied a heat in his pants, and he looked down to see his brown trousers were host to a slowly spreading stain in the front. He grabbed himself, and forced his bladder to stop its release. Once he regained control of himself, he pulled his wet hand away, and inspected the damage. The piss stain was only slightly larger than his hand, and he didn’t think he had time to change, with the creature so close. No, he would have to tolerate the dampness for a while. He hastily scooped all of his alchemical supplies into his satchel, slid his pistol into a pocket on the inside of his buttoned vest, and guzzled one of his inoculation potions. With as much silence as was possible in his terrified, panicked state, he fled from his room and down the stairs of the tower. Once he reached the bottom, and approached the threshold of the door, he hesitated. Would his potion truly protect him? Would he go insane after leaving the tower? The snarling up above reminded him that he had little choice in the matter, and he threw the door open. Whether the potion worked or not, the sensation of being outside was alien and unpleasant. He could feel the moonlight, caressing his slightly dark skin, wrapping around him. He could hear it, too; a wind that moved slowly, but still howled. But, as he stood there, basking in the unholy glow, waiting to descend into madness, nothing happened. He was still himself, he was pretty sure. He chanced another step, then another; carefully coercing his frightened legs to carry him further into the terrible night. He needed to find another shelter, preferably one with sturdier windows. Any time he heard a rustling, a voice, or footsteps, he froze in his tracks. The city was full of sound, and any thing he heard could be the last thing he heard. But he soldiered on, continuing his trek to anywhere else. He heard movement around a corner, and slowly chanced a peek at the source. He saw a woman, walking and swaying like she was drunk, and clutching a large farming scythe. He knew she was not simply drunk, she had been driven mad. That scythe was meant for people like him, who ventured outside and didn’t lose their minds. He tiptoed by, keeping quiet. Down the street, he spotted a promising house, with strong walls and few windows. He tried the door, but found it locked. He gripped the doorknob and tried to shove and pull on it repeatedly, hoping to overwhelm the lock, but to no avail. He rounded a corner, into an alley, hoping to get behind the house and find an unlocked door. He hopped a small fence into the back garden, and tried his luck with the door there. Locked, again. He cursed under his breath, and turned to seek out another house. Only to bump into the blunt end of a scythe blade. The madwoman was there, standing right behind him, grinning evilly. “Caught you… ” She said in a singsong voice. William gasped in surprise as he hastily drew his pistol. His arms were shaking and inarticulate, and he mistimed his shot. The projectile impacted something behind the madwoman, who didn’t even flinch. She exhaled slowly, then swung her scythe in a wide arc, the blade passing right in front of William’s face. He screamed and fell down, landing on his rear. He scrambled backwards, until his back was pressed flat against the locked door. The woman, swaying and giggling madly, took a step forward, raising her scythe. William heard the hissing again, and looked down to see the piss stain on his pants had grown wet again, and was expanding. The urine rushed downward, washing across his butt and forming a growing pool around him as he sat on the ground. The madwoman’s giggling intensified as she looked at his fear-induced wetting. “Don’t be so scared,” She slurred out, “Soon you’ll get to dance in the moonlight… ” She raised the scythe above her head. William felt tears in his eyes, and one or two rolling down his cheeks. Then suddenly, he fell backwards, into the space the door had blocked. Two powerful hands gripped his shoulders and pulled him inside, merely a second before the scythe cleaved the space his neck had been. He was dragged inside, and the door was closed and locked, to the chagrin of the madwoman, who howled and banged on the door. “Don’t worry, she can’t get in,” Said a woman with a boyish voice. William finally looked up to see his rescuers. A swordswoman in a brown leather longcoat, and a very tall woman in a red dress. “Y-you two s-saved me… T-thank you,” He squeaked out in a quivering voice, smiling as the fear passed. “We heard the gunshot and the screaming, and I figured you hadn’t lost your mind, yet,” The huntress woman said. “Oh dear,” The tall woman began, “He’s wet himself. Shall I help him clean?” William covered his soaked crotch with his hands, blushing hotly. While he was certainly not a romantic nor especially masculine, it still stung his pride quite a bit for these women to see his pissed pants. Before he could answer, the huntress hurried out a response, “No! No… At least, not like you helped me, earlier.” She whispered something else to her friend, which William thought sounded like the words “He doesn’t need to know about that.” “Very well, madam huntress,” The tall woman offered him her hand, and helped him to his feet. “There are facilities down the hallway for you to clean yourself, and I can clean your clothes for you.” “Er, thank you,” William was confused by the strange pair, but at least neither of them was swinging a weapon at him. He wandered down the hall, finding a room with a long-cold bath drawn. Someone must’ve been planning on a relaxing night before the Blood Moon came. He left his stained clothes outside the door, and set about washing himself. Much later, after William had calmed down from the attack, and he and his clothes had been thoroughly cleaned, he sat beside the fire in the living room, grateful for the warmth. Behind him, both women were silent. “Am I… interrupting something? Or are you just trying to keep an eye on me? Because I promise that I’m not one of them! I even made a potion to resist the madness!” “A potion can do that?” The huntress, Sylvia, asked. “It seems to have worked on me.” Sylvia’s eyebrows raised in quiet acknowledgement of the achievement, “Impressive, but… We’re not watching you. I just… ” “She does not know how to proceed,” The tall woman, Mary, explained. “I informed her that this Blood Moon will be without end, and she is distraught.” William whirled around, “This Blood Moon- What?!” “It has come to stay, sir alchemist.” He stared at her, “How can you possibly know that?” Mary looked to Sylvia, who was shaking her head, “I should not say. But my knowledge is correct. But sir alchemist, you say you have created a potion to resist the madness?” “Ah, yes, I have,” He drew one of his extra vials of the bitter drink, showing the yellow-orange mixture to his companions. “Oh! Wonderful!” Mary clapped her hands together, “Madam huntress, this creates new possibilities!” “Such as?” “If we can reach the cathedral at the heart of the city, then the Blood Moon need not last forever.” The stoic huntress’ eyes lit up, “You mean that we can stop it?” Mary nodded, “At the cathedral, if we free those there from the moonlight, without killing them, I believe we can return things to normal.” “Is she… all right?” William asked Sylvia. “Mary can be cryptic, but I think we can trust her,” The huntress stood, and stretched, “Besides, I’m a moonborn, I’ve wasted too much time in here. I might as well fight my way to the cathedral.” “You’re-” William began, but thought better of his statement, “- the person who saved me. I’ll follow you.” “It won’t be safe. That madwoman with the scythe will seem downright friendly when you see the other monsters out there.” “I know, but… I need to help, somehow. I came here to test my potion, but if the Blood Moon never ends, then I can use it to help everyone prepare for the next one. I’m not strong, or very brave, but if I can help you, then I want to!” Mary clapped her hands together again, “This is splendid news! I had worried that I would not find individuals who could save this place, but I have found two very brave souls.” Sylvia thought for a moment, “All right, then. Let’s head for the cathedral.”
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  8. Japan is a land of mystery. Sometimes it was worth taking a step away, as from an incredible technological country, you could get into a forest with unknown inhabitants. But this is what children are told in childhood. As childhood years pass, heavenly tales turn into nightmares. Kind foxes Kisune, turn into cruel predators... *** Hands are shaking, trying hard to hold the gun with a single cartridge. The woman could not hold back her tears... that was the end. The unknown creature is getting closer and closer... Eyes open sharply. For a day now, an old alarm clock with thick red numbers depicting 6:00 saved her from this nightmare. Despite the annoying sound of an alarm that would most likely drive anyone crazy, for a woman it sounded like a saving song. For the last month, Hinata has been seeing the same dream every day. Here is a young woman on duty, preparing for her own death at the hands of an unknown creature...and every time, the brunette wakes up from the alarm clock...and every time...we shamefacedly find wet pajama pants and a stain on the bed... The damn month brought not only nightmares...but also constant nighttime accidents... A 24-year-old woman, a professional detective... pissed herself heavily. Sometimes Detective Hinata Ono would forget the last morning when she wasn't holding wet panties... Erasing the shame with her own hands, every day she tried to erase another incident from her memory, although she realized that this was not possible. Just as her sleep from the alarm clock broke, eggs broke on the edge of the pan. The sun in Tokyo was as striking as the city itself. The spring sky turned pleasantly blue, adding to the beauty with the orange dawn of the solar circle. On a small TV there were typical news about what had happened over the past day. Ignoring the next report of the TV channel about the life of the Parliament, Hinata went to the other end of the apartment, leaving the black, strong drink to be brewed. Yosuke's room was a typical teenager's room. Posters of half-naked elves from fantasy online games unknown to her. An old macbook with a connected mouse to destroy virtual enemies in the next round of CS:GO. Probably as many swear words as her younger brother said, no one said. So many wishes to various places and the facts of spending time with other people's mothers shocked me. Sometimes Hinata wondered how a little boy who used to be unable to say two words without embarrassment. *** Elena Matteo looks into the mirror slowly brushing her chestnut curls. Her white tank top was so thin that it couldn't hide the protruding brown Spanish nipples that were hardening from the morning cold. For a year now, the woman has left her native Granada and moved to Japan for a better job as a Spanish teacher. The woman looked into the mirror again. Black eyes, brown hair, tanned skin and just the right roundness in female areas. However, at times, appearance was her curse. She remembered how one of the students made his way to her apartment in order to watch her as she changed clothes, how frightened she was when she found him, how she cried and begged not to tell anyone that he even peed in his pants...Hell, the guy really made a mess in her apartment that she had to clean... "Damn, if he kept that in his pants, it wouldn't leak liquid down his pants!" Elena thought as she passed exactly near the very place at the door of the room where the student tried to see everything he needed. The Spaniard left the apartment heading towards the subway. The city was like an alternate world. Tokyo as a mixture of tradition and pronounced progressivism. The woman smiled bitterly, realizing that today she would again have to feel predatory looks on her breasts and ass from puberty students. "Breaking news. Today at 1 am, the body of the recently missing Ishida Kotonushi was found in the city center, according to experts, an elderly man was found with his stomach open" But Hinata did not even listen to the next atrocities of the maniac unknown to her, but only watched the younger one absorb the cereal. The long gray bangs covered the red eyes of the boys who had seen enough of the running characters of online shooters which once again replaced his precious 8 hours of sleep... - Didn't sleep all night again? - Sleepily selected young woman sipping her morning coffee. - I slept ... - Her brother growled in response, trying to keep his voice clear. Slowly, there were fewer and fewer corn flakes, which meant an imminent exit to the educational colony ... Like every teenager, Yosuke only dreamed of computer games, anime, manga and a glass of chips with a bottle of cola, but not information about a certain slope of some mathematical angle or a literary work of long-forgotten authors. - Yeah, of course, I look like a fool? - Hinata made her voice stricter while looking at the screen with the news in parallel. The young brunette perfectly understood the level of today's work. Another victim in a month was alarming and alarming ... Of course, her strict tone with her brother was part of the upbringing that their "beloved mother" decided not to give, replacing him with the money of a rich stepfather, who did not even take care of his son ... her younger brother. And now her beloved brother will walk the streets where an unknown psychopath maniac is operating ... yes, Hinata herself did not notice how she took care of the younger, which caused Yosuke himself to become irritated ... - Onee-chan? - Her brother's voice suddenly rang out, interrupting her from watching yet another piece of news about the murder. Awakening from her own thoughts, Hinata discovered that the earlier news feed about the murder turned into a retelling of the result of a national league football game. - Onee-chan, your coffee is cold - The woman realized that the mug in her hands was no longer warm... "Decided to drink a fucking mug," Hinata cursed in her mind. - Okay onee-chan... I... I'll probably go - - Yosuke! - Suddenly his sister called out to him, waiting for the younger to turn to her. - After school, no walks with friends! Home right away! - Yosuke felt like he was kicked between the legs...the boy felt something on fire inside him...due to some nonsense on TV, he can't take a normal walk after school with his friends now? - What!? - The grey-haired boy was indignant, piercing his unperturbed sister with his eyes. - I said no. That's mean no - Briefly cut off all opposition attempts Hinata. Yosuke angrily clenched his fists, ready to defend his rights. - Hi...yes you...you don't have the right I... - Suddenly, Hinata smiled maliciously, looking at her brother's blushing face. - Let one second... - The older sister giggles at her brother's reaction. - Will you go out with Hinami? - Now his brother blushed with embarrassment, not malice. - What? Not! I... that is, yes, but... - - Come on, okay, I'm your age... - Hinata was daydreaming as she heard footsteps towards the front door and in a moment it opened and closed. - God ... teenagers ... who will understand you - Hinata drank the rest of her coffee as she headed towards the room to get ready for work. An hour later, Hinata watched the sun rise over the Tokyo City Detective Agency. - Sorry ma'am - A young man's voice came from behind... P.1 end. About whom to continue the story in the second chapter? Elena or Hinata?
  9. For the first time ever, I have actually have something done by the time I said I would. Enjoy this extremely long piece, clocking in at over 10k words. It is as creepy and Halloweeny as I could make it, and contains a great many accidents, both wetting and messing, and both male and female. Happy Halloween! __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Despite the loud voices and raucous laughter of her friends, the car ride was surprisingly peaceful. Lily did her utmost to enjoy the relative serenity before they arrived at their destination. A haunted house attraction. A very high-quality, one, too. “Remind me,” came the voice of Emile, who sat behind her, “What makes this place so special?” The young man had a bad habit of not listening to people. “Emmy,” Leroy, Lily’s boyfriend, answered, “If you ask me that again, I’m gonna bury you.” “Like to see you try,” Emile replied, chuckling. “I forgot, all right? Tell me what the big deal is. Really sell it to me.” “Real scary place,” Leroy made sure to speak very slowly, as if he were addressing a toddler, “People died in the house, and these guys made a haunted house trip out of it. The whole thing is so scary, you have to be at least 18 to get in, on account of some kid getting traumatized.” “‘Getting traumatized,’ dude, the kid went missing,” Said May from the back seat. “What?” Lily asked, unable to keep concern out of her voice. She’d heard the bit about it being scary, she didn’t know about a missing kid. “Don’t worry, Lily,” May said reassuringly, “Cops said the kid just got so terrified he ran off. He didn’t, like… die in the house, or anything.” May, despite being the sporty tomboy that she was, always took on this slightly maternal tone with Lily. “Sheesh, May, you’re gonna make her pee herself before we even get there,” Emile intoned. Lily blushed and shrunk in her seat a little bit. Their tradition of visiting a haunted house on Halloween had begun two years ago, and on both previous visits, Lily had had an accident out of fear. On the first year, she simply was overwhelmed by the sounds and atmosphere of the house, and unconsciously piddled down her legs as she walked. Only when Leroy asked if she was okay did she notice the trail she’d left behind her. Mercifully, she’d worn a skirt, so no one could see the wetness. The second year, a man in a particularly good costume burst through a wall and swung a very convincing prop chainsaw at her. She’d run as fast as she could, and only when she stopped did she notice that her jeans were thoroughly soaked in her urine, and her underwear full with her waste. While her friends liked to tease her about it, they were quite helpful in escorting her out of the house before anyone could notice her accidents. “Sorry, Lily, I didn’t mean to worry you,” May said, in her matronly voice again. “And hey,” she began searching through the pockets of her shorts, before finally producing a taser from them, “Anyone actually tries to hurt us, and they’re getting zapped!” May spoke in a joking tone, but Lily knew her friend wouldn’t hesitate to jump to their defense. Emile instinctively leaned away when she drew the taser. He was quite familiar with its electric kiss. When she first bought the thing for self defense, Emile immediately volunteered to be their first test subject to see how well it worked. It worked pretty well. Emile promptly fell down and soiled his pants when the tazing was done. Lily had been secretly happy that they now had someone else to tease about having an accident. “Ladies and gentlemen,” Leroy interjected, “Please put the weapons away, because we are here.” The car came to a stop, and they disembarked. Ahead of them was a fairly downtrodden two-story house. The years had not been kind, and it truly looked like the new owners had done nothing but make sure the place wouldn’t collapse on the guests. Even from such a distance, she could see the decades of dust and dirt along its walls. Many windows were boarded up, and covered on the inside, blocking any view of the horrors lying in wait. They weren’t even inside yet, and Lily was already getting chills. Outside the house, a festive Halloween party was going on. People who worked at the attraction, or who were there to visit it sat around, enjoying drinks, snacks and music. It looked to Lily far more inviting than the fear she was about to subject herself to. She wondered if any of the others were as anxious as she was. Emile was probably the most apprehensive, aside from her. He was bad at not conveying everything he felt through his body language. She could see that her friend was on edge, already. She’d never known Leroy or May to be afraid of much of anything, though, and she couldn’t imagine that was going to change. Except snakes, Leroy had once confided in her that he was terrified of snakes. Just looking at all of them filing out of the car, Lily felt like they belonged in a horror movie. They had her: the, by her own admittance, small and shy woman. She wore an orange sweater with a Jack-o-lantern face on the chest, and a long blue skirt. Her blonde hair hung in ponytail. Then there was Emile. He was the second shortest of all of them, only a few inches taller than she. He was boisterous, loud, and difficult to actually bother. Everything seemed to just bounce right off of him and never leave him too annoyed. He just wore a simple white shirt, black jacket, and some baggy jeans. May walked slightly ahead of him. Her silhouette could honestly have had you mistake her for a male. She was quite tall, athletic, had a rather small chest, and kept her black hair cut short and messy. The cold didn’t bother her, and so she wore a light green tee shirt and green shorts, exposing her dark, well-tanned skin. Leroy headed up the pack. He stood nearly a head taller than Lily. He was quite slender, and tended to wear tight clothes to show it off. A white and red shirt rested underneath a trim, black jacket. He wore tight, dark blue jeans. His face, and indeed, his whole body had a number of sharp, angular features that all complemented his overall figure and were, by Lily’s reckoning, quite handsome. She stole one last look at the car, and then the party, before catching up with the others. Her chances of escape grew slimmer by the second. She walked close to Leroy to help steel herself. They approached the door, and Lily took comfort in the fact that she still had her ace-in-the-hole; and in the fact that Emile and May hadn’t noticed her ace-in-the-hole. Beneath her long skirt, in place of panties, Lily wore a diaper. She’d lost enough pairs of underwear to her fear, and Leroy had suggested she seek some protection. She hoped she wouldn’t need it, but somehow, she doubted she would leave this place without needing a change. -------------------------------------------- There was absolutely no way she was leaving without needing a change. The inside of the house was huge, much bigger than she thought it was. It was like a choose-your-own-fright game inside, with separate wings of the house hosting different scares. They’d been through one of the routes, a zombie themed one, and already Lily could feel a light wetness around her crotch. Their costumes were just good, her brain kept forgetting that is was all just pretend. Emile, and even May were clearly also unsettled by it. As always, Leroy moved as casually as he did at the grocery store. “Didn’t that scare you at least a little?” Lily asked him. “Not a bit. They get you goin’?” “Oh please, when I have ever been scared at one of these?” She joked, trying to ignore how she’d already peed a little. “Next up, let’s go the other set-up on the first floor, then we’ll head upstairs,” Leroy instructed. Crossing through the large, open foyer into the next section, they found themselves in a room that had been so convincingly dolled up to look like a misty, haunted forest that Lily kept expecting a breeze to roll through. If the scare for this room was just its ambience, it would have been enough. Naturally, though, Lily wasn’t that lucky. High pitched laughter, like that of a small girl’s, broke the tense silence of their party. Emile and May spun around, looking for its source. Lily simply grabbed on to Leroy’s arm. There was a rustle in some of the fake bushes near them, rousing all of their attention. As they all watched, ready for something to jump out, footsteps raced behind them. They turned again, but saw nothing. That giggling came again, from a few directions, surrounding them. It was all too much, and Lily’s mind couldn’t reconcile what it saw with what it knew- that it was all pretend. Things became overwhelming, she really was lost in a forest, with fog so thick it was suffocating. Something really was following them, chasing them. Her knees came together, and she felt her crotch warm up once more. Two long releases of urine streamed into her diaper, both of them synced up with that creepy laughter. A silhouette resolved itself in the mist, that of a small girl in a torn dress. “Are you lost, too?” She said in a wispy voice. Lily buried her face in Leroy’s chest, willing the fear to go away. He wrapped his hand around her, and slowly escorted her forward, through the rest of the “forest”. He did his best to interject himself between his girlfriend and whatever other horrors the forest had to offer. The two of them made it out of the forest wing before Emile and May. Lily took a long moment to catch her breath and try to get her heart to stop racing. Leroy had a look of real concern on his face, and she didn’t blame him. She’d never been so scared before. “Lily, are you all right?” “Y-yeah, I think so… ” She was panting and her voice was shaky. “I guess this place is what it’s cracked up to be, huh? Listen, if you want, you and I can just go hang out at the party outside.” “We- we don’t have to… ” She shifted uncomfortably, her wet diaper an ever present reminder of her terror, “But, um… I did have my, y’know… issue, in there.” “No judgments here. That kid was a natural at this. I think I saw a sign for a bathroom upstairs, you can get cleaned up in there.” “That sounds good,” Though she wished he wouldn’t say it so loud. -------------------------------------------- “Did you see where the others went?” Emile asked, having noticed that their party had shrunk. “Huh? Oh.” May took her eyes off the faux forest around them, and noticed their now relative solitude for the first time, “I bet Leroy just got Lily out of here. Did you see how scared the poor thing was?” “Yeah, that’s probably about right. Guessing we’ll find them outside.” The fog from the fog machines grew very thick, and it became difficult to even see the path they were meant to follow. Hazarding a guess, Emile walked forward, passed some of the fake trees. May followed behind him. Both of them nervously looked around as they walked. After a short moment, the fog parted just enough for them to see a door up ahead. Emile opened it, expecting to see the foyer, but the two of them were instead greeted by a series of boxes, stacked high and covered with blankets and tarps. “Ah, shit,” He muttered, “I think we just found a storeroom for the decorations.” “Not likely,” May responded, walking by him and getting a closer look at the boxes. “Look at the dust on some of these. They definitely haven’t been touched in years.” “Huh. So then… what is this place?” “No clue, but hey,” She bent over to pick something up. When she stood again, she was holding a skull, “‘least they decorated a little bit, for us intrepid explorers.” She looked the item over, raising her eyebrows, “shit, this thing looks real. I gotta know where these guys buy this stuff.” Emile lifted one of the covers from a crate, sending up a cloud of dust. He briefly tried to pop open the crate itself, but it was bolted shut. No opening any of them without a crowbar. He looked up and spotted another door, leading further into the house. “We’re already off the beaten path, wanna see if there are any cool secrets off the grid.” May smiled, and the two approached the door. -------------------------------------------- “... I’m sorry,” Lily quietly intoned as she walked beside Leroy. “What for?” “I just, I know you really wanted to see this place, and I’m sorry I couldn’t handle it.” “Silly thing for you to be sorry about,” He looked at her apologetically, “I know these places freak you out, and I keep dragging you to them anyway. I’m sorry.” “Well, at least we made a good call on my, uh, you-know-whats,” Lily put a hand on her hip, feeling the waistband of her diaper. “You see those two back there?” He said with a smile, “Before we get outta here, they’re gonna be wishing they’d worn some, too.” They both laughed at that. Despite lacking in any of the thematic decorations, the upstairs was no less unsettling. Old and rotted wood, covered windows, and boarded up doors were all there was to see. That, and some helpful signage leading them to the bathroom. Once they reached it, they discovered a large, spacious restroom, perfect for changing. “Um, I hate to ask, but… Do you think you could gimme a hand real quick?” She blushed as she asked. “No prob.” She had no idea how she managed to find a boyfriend who didn’t raise any objections when his girlfriend asked for help changing her wet diaper. They stepped inside, and a terrible odor greeted them. Both of them coughed lightly. “Guess we weren’t the first ones to find the bathroom, huh?” Leroy suggested. But Lily felt a growing sense of unease. Looking around them, the whole bathroom was filthy. And not bathroom-filthy, but grime and unidentifiable substance filthy. The little white tiles had what she forgivingly called dirt caked between them. The mirror was cracked severely. She hazarded a look at the toilet, and saw that it was overflowing with a rust colored liquid. “Um, Leroy? I don’t really feel… comfortable in here. Maybe the hosts outside know a better bathroom?” One look at his face told her that he felt the same way, “Yeah, let’s go find a nicer bathroom.” Exiting the bathroom and reentering the hallway, something didn’t quite seem right. After a second, Lily realized that the sounds of the various haunted house attractions were absent. The muffled partying outside had gone silent. Now, only the pitter-patter of rain and the distant rumble of thunder could be heard. “Does it, uh, seem quiet to you?” She asked. “Sounds like rain. Guess the party people packed up.” “Y-yeah. Yeah, I guess so.” She walked closer beside him. They rounded a corner, returning to a longer stretch of the hallway. Lily’s heart nearly stopped when she spotted the figure at the end of the hall. It was an extremely tall woman in a white dress. She looked as though she’d been stretched to nearly cartoonish proportions. She was turned away from them, but Lily could see how pale her skin was. Something in her brain finally clicked; Okay, it said, Those other things were fake. I get that now. But that is real. It didn’t matter how good your costume was, you couldn’t pull off a look like that. Lily covered her mouth to suppress her scream. Wetness and warmth again flooded her diaper as her fear robbed her of her bodily control. The rest of the liquid her bladder had to offer streamed out of her, and she felt the urine soaking into every inch of the diaper’s fabric. Leroy clearly had the same thought, about this thing being the real deal. He quickly pulled her back, putting himself between the creature and her. Taking a very quick stock of their surroundings, he noticed a door that had once been boarded up, but now was open. As quietly as possible, he opened it and ushered her inside. He pushed the door to a silent close, and then scouted out the room they took shelter in. It was only lightly furnished, and left no hiding places for more… things. Lily’s whole body felt stiff, and she realized that she’d clamped her hands over her mouth, and had never released it. Tears stained her cheeks, and her diaper was sagging with urine. “W-w-what was t-that?” She asked through terrified sobs. When Leroy drew near, she quickly embraced him, holding on to try and stop her shaking. “I… I dunno. Trick of the light, maybe.” “No, that, that was… ” She tried to continue, but she really didn’t know what to say. She had no idea what it was. Somewhat forceful footsteps reverberated down the hall, growing fainter. The tall woman was leaving. “Hear that?” Leroy said in a hushed voice, “She left, okay? We’ll just catch our breath here for a sec, and we’ll beeline for the exit. All right, Lily?” “... All right,” she said. -------------------------------------------- Emile gagged slightly when they entered the next room. A musty, rotty smell greeted them in a room with a few more crates, and a large cabinet. “Whoa-ho, you think this is the room where they toss all the pants this place made people shit in?” Emile said, covering his mouth and nose with his sleeve. “Oh fuck… ” Was all May said when she caught a whiff of it. They ventured into the room, and looked around. This room definitely wasn’t part of the experience, but it really could have been. The wallpaper was old and peeling, the room was dark, the floor had odd stains. Walking by the large cabinet, Emile noticed some writing on the wall. In big, bold letters was written: “JUST HIDE. DON’T TRY AND FIGHT LIKE HIM.” ‘Like him’? Emile thought, confused, when a shrill scream almost made him jump out of his skin. Her turned around and saw May stumbling away from something on the ground, looking woozy. He walked around a small stack of crates to look, and nearly threw up when he saw what appeared to be the ruin of a human body on the ground. There was no mistaking it, either, it was real. It had been largely torn to shreds, most of the appendages and the head missing. The torso looked as though an animal had been feeding on it. “What the fuck? What the fuck?” May was clearly suppressing the urge to vomit, too. May continued to panic over the remains when Emile heard the steady thump, thump, thump of approaching footsteps. They were heavy, certainly not Leroy or Lily. Reflexively, he looked back to the graffiti, which urged him to hide. He had to say, hiding sounded like a plan. “May!” He hissed loudly, yet quietly, “May!!” It took her a second to realize he was talking, but when she did, she seemed to notice the footsteps, too. She looked fearfully at the door, then back at Emile. With no other recourse, Emile opened the doors to the large cabinet, and gestured for her to follow him inside. She hurried over, and the two squeezed into the tight space. It was large enough for them to stand, although it was cramped. The door could not be fully closed with both of them inside, leaving a small gap down the length of the doors for them to see through. Emile could feel his hands shaking, his heart pounding in his ears. Someone, inhumanly tall, wandered passed the cabinet, moving with purpose. It searched around, behind the boxes, and in the corners of the room. They heard us! He realized, The killer knows we were here! As the thing approached the cabinet, Emile could see through the gap that it wasn’t simply some killer. It wasn’t even human. The thing’s face was pale gray, and lacked a few features. It had no nose, and its eyes, disproportionately large for its face, were snow white. As it walked towards the cabinet, the final unchecked hiding place in the room, Emile became aware of the warmth spreading in his pants. For a second, he tore his eyes from the tall woman, and looked down, at his groin. A wet stain grew a steady pace, travelling down his thighs. He was utterly powerless to stop his bladder from emptying. He felt the hot urine reach his ankles, and flood into his shoes. The monster stood just in front of the cabinet, and suddenly turned around, its attention shifted to the body on the ground. It crouched low, and began to devour the torso. May and Emile both sighed in relief, the latter still pissing into his pants. It was dark and difficult to see, but he knew by the creeping dampness that his jeans were waterlogged. He looked to May, and noticed with shame that she was looking at his groin, watching the show unfold. The tall woman continued to eat the body, and it seemed as though the two of them would be stuck there for some time, when May began to move her arms frantically. He followed her gesticulations, and saw with dread what she had realized. The puddle that was steadily growing around his feet was still spreading, and had nearly reached the doors. It would leak out, splash to the floor, and alert the monster. Emile grabbed himself with both hands, stopping the flow of his piss with all his might, but it was too late. The puddle would inevitably grow too large and spill out. Watching the puddle that would be their death continue to spread, the rest of his courage drained out from between his legs despite his best efforts, renewing the warmth that begun to grow cold. But then, miraculously, the clang of something metal falling over caught the monster’s attention. With great haste, it ceased eating, stood, and strode from the room. Only seconds later, Emile’s puddle began noisily dripping from the cabinet to the floor below. They stayed in the cramped cabinet for minutes that felt like hours, wondering if it was safe, and trying to ignore the stinging smell of urine. Eventually, both of them looked at each other, and nodded. Very slowly, they pushed open the doors of the cabinet, and stepped outside. “We have to get the fuck out of here,” Emile said. “With gusto,” May replied. He appreciated her not commenting on his wet pants. She took a still wobbly step towards him, and then wrapped her arms around him, muttering “holy shit, dude.” He reciprocated the hug, since he needed the comfort just as much as she did. -------------------------------------------- Back in the foyer, Lily and Leroy hesitantly walked down the steps. Their footsteps seemed deafening in the silence. Leroy cautiously scanned the area for any signs of danger, while Lily frantically looked around, nearly jumping at every shadow. They wasted no time getting to the front door. Click. It was locked. “Ah, come on!” Leroy muttered as he pushed and pulled on the large wooden doors, but the locks held firm. “Piece of shit!” He growled as he rammed his shoulder into the door. The resultant sound made both of them freeze in place, listening for footsteps. They heard none. “What we gonna do?” Was all Lily could think to ask. “Gimme a sec,” Leroy answered, deep in thought. “Uh, hey, Leroy?” Lily called out when she noticed the note left on the wall. A series of arrows had been painted along the walls and floor, directing one’s eyes towards the note. He wandered over, and the two of them examined the slightly yellowed piece of paper. If you’re reading this, then I’m sorry to say that you’re in a very great deal of danger. You may have already seen that ghostly thing- the tall woman. If you’ve seen her, you likely already know that she’s determined to kill you. I’ve been trapped in here for some days, and I’ve determined that the tall woman cannot read. Indeed, she doesn’t seem to be much more than an animal. I’ve left this note to outline your situation, in the hopes that someone might someday escape this place. Wherever we are, it’s not the normal world. No one else is here aside from the people who get pulled in here, somehow. Don’t bother with the door, either. It’s locked, but that doesn’t even matter. I’ve escaped through a gap in the fence in the backyard, but there’s nothing outside. Wandering through the woods will simply return you to the house. Don’t have much more time to write, so I’ll be brief: Make no attempt to fight the tall woman. Another survivor was here with me, and I watched the creature rip him apart like he was made of paper. There is something else, an entity of some kind that sustains this place. If I were to guess, it is situated near or in the well in the backyard, since the tall woman has attacked me whenever I venture too near to it. I do believe the only hope of escape is to destroy this entity in the well. Fortunately, the tall woman’s zealous guardianship of its hiding place leads me to believe that the entity is vulnerable. If you can elude her, make your way to the well, and try to end this. That is where I am headed, now. If you’re reading this, then I did not succeed, and I’m sorry. “This has to be a nightmare… ” Lily intoned, almost inaudibly, “I got so scared I passed out, and I’m just dreaming all of this.” “Calm down, Lil,” Leroy’s stoicism gave way to sympathy. “Any second now, I’ll wake up, and Emile and May will make some jokes, and we’ll laugh.” “Lily,” He said, a bit more sternly. Tears flowed down her cheeks once again, “I don’t wanna die here, Leroy!” “You think I’m gonna let you die here?” He grabbed her hands and squeezed them tightly, “We’re getting out of here, and we’re gonna kick that monster’s ass.” He always spoke with a kind of certainty and conviction; even with the hopelessness of their situation, she kind of believed him. “Okay… Okay,” She squeezed his hands back, “I trust you.” A muffled scream resounded through the walls, and both of them went rigid and quiet. A door creaked open somewhere, and hurried footsteps presaged the arrival of the tall woman, like a bird to a worm. Someone was in danger. Wishing to get out of sight immediately, Leroy and Lily hurried away, running anywhere that wasn’t there. --------------- Passing through a series of doors and halls, they found themselves in a foul kitchen. Pots, pans, and silverware littered the floors and countertops, most of them covered in rust, or stained with something disgusting. “I think we’re good, I think we’re good,” Leroy said. He opened up one of the drawers, and scowled when it only contained old rags, “Help me look for… something sharp. Anything that could be a weapon.” “Okay,” Lily began searching through the drawers, but the ones that weren’t empty were full of trash. Leroy opened the cabinets, hoping to find a heavy pan, a knife, a cleaver; honestly he would’ve settled for a rolling pin. He reached the end of the row, and yanked open the last of the cabinets. He was met with an avalanche of kitchenware. “Shit, shit, shit!” He yelled, spreading his arms out to catch the metal items before they crashed to the ground. He held back some of the avalanche, but too much fell passed his arms, and hit the ground with what felt like the sound of an atom bomb. He spun around, much too frantically, and saw the terrified face of Lily. They both knew that she would be there, and soon. “Uhh, uuuhhhhh… ” His mind raced, trying hard to think of a solution. “There!” He exclaimed, rushing over the cabinets under the kitchen sink. “What?” Lily asked, hurrying over to him. “Get in!” He opened the doors. “What about you?” The space was much too small for him to squeeze into. “I’ll find a spot, just get in, Lil!” He hissed at her. She seemed indecisive for a second, but then crawled inside. “Wait here until the coast is clear, okay?” She nodded. He closed the doors, completing her hiding spot. But now he had no idea what to do with himself. He didn’t see any hiding spots that could actually hold him. He spotted his only hope on the ground, among the pile of things that had spilled out from the cabinet: the handle of a large knife. Out of options, he lifted the weapon, and held it in front of him. He had to hope that the tall woman wasn’t as invincible as the note made her seem. Footsteps. The door would swing open in only a few seconds. He took a deep breath, he steadied his shaking hand. He tried to mentally calculate his swings while he had the chance. The footsteps grew louder and louder. His breathing quickened, and the door finally swung open. When he saw her disturbing, inhuman face, his confidence wavered. She approached him, her full, tremendous height making his knife seem absolutely tiny, certainly too impotent to kill her. She lunged forward, swiping her hand. He dodged to the right as nimbly as his fear would allow, but still her nails raked across his left shoulder. They cut straight though his shirt and jacket, and bit into his flesh. The wounds wept blood, saturating his sleeves. He returned the favor, driving the blade into her torso, just under where he guessed her ribs were. The knife stuck into her, but the wound did not seem to bleed, nor did the tall woman seem particularly fazed by it. He twisted the knife, but she simply drove her fist into his stomach, flinging him over the table in the center of the kitchen. His legs felt weak, and he couldn’t seem to stand. In the back of his mind, he was cognizant of a sensation in his pants, at his rear. He was pretty sure he pooped a little when she punched him. She advanced slowly towards him, savoring in the kill. He ached, and by the time he had started to lift himself back up, she stood directly in front of him. He fell backwards, onto his tailbone, and scrambled back as fast as he could. His back slammed into the wall, and he knew that he was cornered. The tall woman continued her advance. She gripped the knife, and casually ripped it from her flesh, dropping it to the floor. The display of her unholy endurance broke him. Fear strangled his heart, and he felt tears burning his eyes. Weakened by the earlier blow, his bowels failed him, and released themselves into his underpants. A fairly solid mess tented his tight pants, and spread across his rear. The wet crackling was loud enough for him to notice, despite his terror. He had never soiled himself, never had an accident of any kind since he was a toddler. The tall woman seemed to relish his fear. She had slowed her pace, and had not broken eye contact with him. It didn’t notice when the cabinet behind it opened, revealing Lily. Leroy’s breath caught in his throat. What are you doing?! He screamed in his head. The tall woman followed his gaze, and turned around just in time for Lily to jump and smash a glass jar against her face. It recoiled at this, and grabbed its face in pain. No, he noticed, it specifically was trying to get the glass out of its eyes. The rest didn’t seem to bother her. Looking pale as a ghost and horrified out of her mind, Lily sidestepped the tall woman and grabbed Leroy’s arm. With all her might, she hoisted him up. Doing her best to support him and keep him steady, the two of them sped away from the kitchen. They heard the sounds of splintering wood and crushed metal behind them. -------------------------------------------- Right as May and Emile had reached the door and discovered it was locked, the sounds of violent rampage erupted from nearby. They fled to a nearby staircase that led down to the basement. May was taking the steps two at a time. Emile waddled behind her, not enjoying the sensation of his wet pants, evidently. They reached the bottom, but couldn’t see anything- the basement was pitch black. Fumbling around the walls, May soon found a light switch. She mentally thanked the renovators of this place. Flipping it on, the basement was actually less terrible than she was prepared for. She was prepared for blood, bodies, evil symbols on the walls; but instead it was… just a basement. “Whoa!” she exclaimed in shock when her eyes came upon a humanoid figure in the room. It dawned on her that she viewing her own reflection, and that an entire wall of the basement was inexplicably taken up by a mirror. When the shock wore off, she felt a droplet of urine run down her thigh. Inspecting her shorts, she saw they now had a small, wet stain just between her legs. “What? You okay?” Emile asked, looking over at her. “Yeah, just… Mirror scared me.” “Looks like it,” He said, smirking when he noticed the wet spot on her pants. “Hey, you’re one to talk. Your pee almost got us killed.” “It was a calculated move,” He said with his silly smile, “It’s gonna smell my pants and decide to eat you first, giving me time to run away.” “So it was all part of the plan?” “You bet. Now don’t piss yourself, you’ll ruin the plan,” He pointed to some old boxes, “Go crouch and pee over there or something.” “Fine, just stay over there,” She headed for the boxes, since she did need to pee. “You may find this hard to believe, but I actually don’t want to watch you take a leak,” Emile said as he occupied himself with looting the containers around them. May had to walk by the mirror-wall as she approached the boxes. She knew that in horror movies you should never look in the mirror, but she was just confused by its presence. Who puts a mirror in the basement? More importantly, who turns an entire wall into a mirror? That was weird. One of the boxes, the one against the wall, was pushed slightly back, creating a small alcove of privacy. With the mirror-wall in front of her, she’d get a first class seat to watch the show. She leaned a little, to use the mirror to peak at Emile and make sure he was minding his own business. Satisfied that he was, she unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts. Just as she began to crouch and lower her clothes, she noticed a third shape in the mirror. It was a man. Dressed simply, like a farmer, maybe. His face was stretched into a rictus grin, and he stared at the empty center of the room. He carried a bloody axe in one hand. May fell on her butt, peeing forcefully into her shorts. The hissing was loud and a puddle quickly formed underneath her. Her urine washed over her butt, and wet the backs of her thighs. She must have made a noise of some kind, because Emile worriedly asked if she was ok. When she didn’t answer, he rushed over. He peered over the boxes, and was greeted with the dignified sight of her with her fly down and sitting in an expanding pool of piss. “What, did you slip?” He asked, suppressing a laugh. “Emile!” She whispered, while she clamped her legs shut to stop the flow, “Mirror!” He quickly picked up that was serious, and turned around. “What about it?” “You didn’t see that?!” “Something in the mirror? No I didn’t.” Had they not seen a monster just a short while ago, he might’ve been more hesitant to believe her, “What did you see?” “A- A man. With an axe. Didn’t look like he was cutting wood with it.” Emile was perturbed by this information. He scanned the room once again, but apparently saw nothing. “Wonderful… more shit trying to kill us.” He looked at her awkwardly, “So uh, we should probably get goin’,” May blushed and looked away, “... ‘m not finished… ” “Huh?” “Not done peeing.” “Er, well, just go!” He urged her. This time he did not give her much privacy, and stood guard right next to the boxes. It didn’t matter much, there wasn’t any point to not just finishing up in her shorts. With only a slight push, her stream picked back up, returning its wet warmth to her crotch. The puddle grew a little more, and the fresh urine reheated it. After the longest and most awkward few seconds of her life, she was done wetting herself. “... ‘kay,” Was all she said as she stood and zipped up her shorts. Urine dripped from her soaked butt, and cold drops raced down her legs. She stood, and joined Emile on the other side of the boxes. “Look on the bright side,” Emile said, putting a hand on her shoulder. “What fucking bright side?” “Now we match!” He pointed one hand at his urine-stained pants and the other at hers. “Shut up,” May replied, but she couldn’t suppress her smile. But that smile faded when she noticed the writing on the wall next to the stairs- writing that didn’t appear in the mirror’s reflection: THEY’RE IN THE MIRRORS! DON’T LOOK AT THEM! The last bit of urine she didn’t know was left in her suddenly found a new home in her panties. -------------------------------------------- Leroy was limping through the halls. Lily did her best to keep him moving, but he eventually had to stop. He clutched his stomach in pain. He nearly keeled over, and it was then that Lily heard a distinct crackling sound. She could tell then that Leroy had had an accident. “I’m sorry,” his voice was raspy from having the wind (among other things) knocked out of him. “Don’t be.” “It punched me, and then I thought, uh… Thought I was done for. It just kinda came out,” From her position at his side, she could see a growing bulge in the seat of his tight pants. “It got me good, too, now I can’t stop.” “I won’t tell a soul, promise!” Lily gave him a reassuring look. Then she blushed, and added, “You’re actually not alone,” She turned and lifted her skirt, giving him a view of her sagging diaper. The front was yellowed and drenched, and the back was brown and bulging. From the moment she heard the fighting begin, to the moment they ran away, she had been voiding her bowels on herself. When she actually faced the tall woman and attacked her, she knew was when she did the bulk of the soiling. In the few seconds it took for her to register that she wasn’t dead, she positively loaded the thing. Now her diaper was so wet and so full she was worried it was going to fall off of her. “Heh, guess I’m not. ‘Least your underwear was made to be crapped in, though,” He winced in pain, one arm gripping his stomach, the other his shoulder. For the first time, she noticed how badly his shoulder was hurt. “Come on, just a little farther, sweetie. Let’s find a room and see what we can do,” She guided him into a nearby room- once a bedroom. She led him to a soft-looking bed, “Lie down, Leroy,” she ordered, and he did so without complaint, even though she knew his mess made the effort more disgusting than it should have been. She removed his shirt and jacket, and cringed when she saw the massive purple bruise on his belly, and the deep gashes on his shoulder. She lifted the blanket on the bed, exposing the sheets. She struggled with them, attempting to rip them. When she succeeded, she wrapped the cloth around his shoulder, and bound it tightly. Blood quickly soaked into it, but it was the best they had. “How’s it look?” She thought on how best to answer him, “... Like you’ll have a cool scar.” “Awesome,” He sat up, scrunching his face when he felt his mess squishing underneath him. He threw his shirt and jacket back on, and stood. When he felt he could walk, they left the room. They returned to the foyer, making sure the tall woman was nowhere in sight. When they were certain it was safe, they advanced. Crossing by the stairs, the two of them caught sight of something and jumped backwards, Lily muffling a scream with her hands. Some familiar expletives caught her attention, and she saw that they’d bumped into Emile and May, who were equally startled. They had also both peed their pants. “Emile? May?” Lily said, utterly relieved. “Oh shit, you guys are alive!” May called out. The four of them came together with a brief hug. “Man, is it good to see you two,” Emile said. “Less great to smell you, what is that?” May added, kind of ruining the moment. The both of them looked at Lily, both clearly suspecting that she’d messed herself, when Leroy chimed in, “Don’t laugh, but that’s me.” “I don’t buy it,” Emile, narrowing his eyes at them. “No, for real,” He lifted his shirt, revealing the giant bruise, “that monster got me in the gut, made me shit myself.” Both their eyes widened, “You fought that thing?!” Emile asked in disbelief. “Good shit, man. Emmy wet his pants just from seeing it.” “At least I didn’t get scared by my own reflection.” “Guys,” Lily interjected, they stopped talking, “Leroy and I found an old note, and we have an idea how to get out of here.” “You do?” Emile asked, excited. “Yes sir,” Leroy picked up the explanation, “The thing that’s causing all of this apparently at the bottom of a well out back. We have to go find it and kill or break it.” “Sure.” “Okay.” They spoke almost in perfect unison, both readily accepting what Leroy said. “Well, uh, all right. Guess I should’ve known you guys wouldn’t ask any questions. Let’s go.” As they walked, Leroy lead the group, despite his injuries and relatively slow pace. Emile sidled up next to Lily, and spoke, “Don’t take this personally, but I refuse to believe you haven’t had an accident, too.” “Uhh, I went before we came in. Kinda for that exact reason.” He squinted at her, but seemed to accept the answer. The door to the backyard didn’t take too long to find. It opened out to a large patio with some old furniture strewn across it. The rain had subsided, but everything was still wet and dripping. The backyard was very large, and bore a few sheds, a pagoda, and a large well near the center. Lily could understand why the author of the note felt that the entity was in there; just looking at it filled her with dread. “The note we found mentioned that the tall woman knows if you get too close to the well, so stay away from it until we’re ready,” Leroy explained. “You got it,” Emile answered. “Sure, but slight problem,” May pointed to the well, “It’s boarded up.” Lily and Leroy turned to look at it, and sure enough, the top of the well was blocked off. Leroy groaned in mounting frustration, “Okay, so, we improvise! You two,” He pointed to May and Emile, “Hit up that shed, look for anything that might be able to break through. And rope, to climb down. Lily I will check out that shed.” She wasn’t eager to split up again, after they’d just reunited, but at least they wouldn’t be far apart. -------------------------------------------- May couldn’t get the image of the man with the bloody axe out of her head. She knew she didn’t imagine it. She knew it was trouble. As she and Emile slowly pulled open the door of the shed, she drew her taser, ready to stun anything inside. Much to her horror, one of the walls of the shed had also been fitted with a large mirror. “The fuck is up with the mirrors?” She inquired, unable to keep the fear out of her voice. “No idea, but check it out,” Emile walked passed her, and picked up something from an open box, “Rope! Halfway there already!” “Nice. See what else we got in here. A machete or, like… a gun would be cool.” The two of them set about looting the shed. Lots of useless tools filled the various boxes toolkits, things like screwdrivers and pliers. Nothing for breaking and smashing. May shoved a box over, and looked quizzically at the etching on the ground it had covered up. It looked like a circle with a symbol inside of it. Great, there’s the evil runes. There were more, resting underneath the various containers and detritus. She moved them, shoving them wherever they would fit so she could see what someone carved into the floor. Several of the runes had been tampered with, though. They were struck with something in order to damage them, or crossed out with additional carving. Words had been written atop the defaced runes: THEY BROUGHT THEM HERE, THROUGH THE MIRRORS DON’T LOOK As chilling as the message was, she was feeling quite vindicated. “Holy crap, May, look out!!” Emile shouted. May jumped to her feet in alarm. She had a feeling she knew where their attacker was coming from. Looking at the mirror, she saw that same man, with his same axe marching towards them. He dragged his weapon along the ground behind him. His face, still paralyzed in a grotesque smile, almost made her pass out. Her bowels immediately emptied, and with a loud burst of sound, she filled her panties. Wet mush erupted out of her, and created a bulge the size of an orange in her green shorts. She stumbled backwards, bumping into Emile. The two of them both fell down. May’s already wet and now messy backside landed squarely on Emile’s lap. The soft, semi-solid mass in her underwear spread across her rear, flattening out. She knew Emile had felt it, too. The man swung his axe while they both were trying to get away, and the blade landed between their legs, burying itself into the ground only inches away from Emile’s crotch. If he hadn’t already wet himself, she was sure he would’ve then. They tried to pry themselves off of each other, but their frantic and fearful movements just kept getting them stuck further in the mess of limbs and shed debris. The man pulled back, nearly freeing the axe from the ground. In a rare moment of brilliance, Emile brought his legs together, enclosing them around the axe. As the man pulled, Emile pulled back, not relinquishing the weapon. Taking the opportunity she’d been given, May shot forward with her taser. She had no idea if tasers even worked on evil spirits, but she had to try something. She drove the buzzing device into the smiling man’s neck. To her pleasant surprise, he stopped trying to retrieve his axe, and twitched as the electricity did its magic. After several seconds of tazing, the man seemed to dissolve into a sort of black mist. His axe disappeared as well. She supposed that was a victory, probably. She kept her head low, not daring to look into the mirror. The two of them grabbed the rope they would need, and slammed the doors of the shed behind them. Both of them were sweating and panting. “I… I definitely shat myself… ” May said between gasps for breath. “I know… I noticed… ” Emile said, confirming her earlier fear. May reached back and felt the severity of her accident. Her butt was separated from her panties by a layer of mess at least half an inch thick. Drooping down between her legs was a more substantial bulge. Her panties were blue, and she dreaded to think what color they had become. Looking over, she noticed Emile feeling his own bottom. He groaned after a second, clearly dissatisfied with his findings. “You, too?” “A guy almost cleaved my dick in half with an axe. Of course I crapped myself,” He picked up the rope, and half-walked, half-waddled forward, “Let’s go find the others and get this over with.” The back of his jeans bore a large brown stain. It looked like he unloaded quite a bit more than she did, and his mess hadn’t been flattened nearly as much. Consequently, he had a massive, rounded bulge on his butt that was tinged brown. The discoloration streaked a short ways down the backs of his legs, indicating his release was rather wet. Thus far, Emile had most certainly won the gold for accident size. Her own was considerable, but not enormous. She’d taken a look at Leroy’s earlier, and it definitely didn’t compare. She also waddled slightly, but nowhere near as much as Emile had to. -------------------------------------------- “Thanks for covering for me,” Lily said, as she and Leroy searched their shed. “Hm? Oh, about the smell thing? No worries. Technically wasn’t even lying.” “Still, it was nice.” “No it wasn’t. Totally selfish,” He said sarcastically, “I just wanna watch them freak out when they think you’re the only one who didn’t ruin their pants.” They both laughed. They searched in silence for a second more, when Lily asked “What do you think it is, in the well? Another monster?” “Dunno. Guess I’m with the note guy; the tall freak wouldn’t come to defend the well if whatever’s inside could defend itself.” “That’s fair.” She rooted through a container, finding nothing of use. “Leroy, I just… Thanks. If we do manage to get out of this, it’ll be because of you.” “Says the woman who glassed the monster right before it could kill me.” “And who pooped herself doing it!” She laughed, and Leroy chuckled. Her face darkened a little when she continued onto the next thing she needed to say, “And I just wanted to say… If we… If we don’t make it-” “Which we will.” “But if anything goes wrong, I just wanted to say that I love you.” “... I love you, too,” He stopped searching for a second to face her, “And I’ll be saying that to you again, in like, an hour; after we’ve escaped this place.” He returned to searching, and her eyes drifted down to his butt. On any other day, it was a fine butt to look at, but today… Today there was a particular lump there that she didn’t care to observe. She didn’t blame or judge him one bit, though. How could she? She was not only wearing a diaper, but had used it so heavily that she had to frequently pull it back to keep it from falling off of her. Each time she did so, the cold, wet fabric pressed against her womanhood, and her mess once again squished against her rear. It would take a hundred showers before she felt clean again. “Jackpot!” Leroy shouted, as he hefted up a sledgehammer. “That could do the trick.” -------------------------------------------- The four of them had reconvened a short distance from the well. In total, they’d found the rope and sledgehammer they needed, and had scrounged up a small hatchet pocket knife. In addition to May’s taser, that meant one weapon for everyone. Leroy and Lily had also been polite and not commented on May and Emile’s waddling gaits, or the foul smell that followed them. The plan was simple enough, but one mistake could cost all of their lives. All they had to do was smash apart the boards on top of the well, tie the rope to the post above it, and rappel down. At the bottom, well, they would improvise, as Leroy put it. Anything could have been down there waiting for them. Maybe it only wanted them to think it was vulnerable. Maybe it was just… a well. Nothing but water at the bottom. Everyone prepared themselves, readied their weapons, and said their prayers. “Ready, Emmy?” Leroy asked. Emile picked up the long length of rope and nodded. Lily and May took up spots on either side of the well, keeping a lookout for the tall woman. “Go!” In a flash of movement, the guys sprinted forward. Leroy hefted the hammer over his head, and brought it down with all his might upon the boards covering up the well. The head of the hammer smashed clean through them, creating a hammer-sized hole. As quickly as he could, he lifted it, and smashed once again. Striving to avoid Leroy’s swings, Emile set about tying the rope to the post above the well. He knotted, he double-knotted, he triple-knotted. The knot wouldn’t break on his watch. Lily and May were on alert, watching. They both saw the shadow moving passed the windows, the frightening figure of the tall woman. She knew they were attacking the well. She would be there in mere seconds. May’s paranoia of the mirror in the shed endured she kept an eye on it, too. Emile put as much stress on the rope as he could, and neither it nor the post gave way. Their ride down the well was ready. Just in time, too, as Leroy destroyed the final board covering the well, causing its many splintered fragments to descend into the dark pit. “Everyone in!!” He screamed. Emile went first, hatchet on his belt, ready to be drawn in case something was waiting for him below. The ladies ran for the well. Lily grabbed the rope, the makeshift gloves they’d made for everyone protecting them from rope burn. Once she’d gone, May turned to see Leroy standing guard, sledgehammer ready. “See you at the bottom, Lee,” She jumped in, grabbing the rope. The door to the backyard flew off its hinges. The tall woman, who normally moved at a steady stride, now charged at him as fast as it could. It would kill him if he tried to fight it. Once he had waited long enough for May to finish her descent, he turned and began his. Falling down a dark hole into the unknown brought him considerably less fear than being alone with the tall woman. He slid down the rope for some time, far more than he expected. When he finally reached the bottom, he and the others all stood stunned for a moment. At the base of the well was a spacious cavern. Mirrors were embedded in the wall every few feet. At the center of the cavern was a disfigured tree-like growth. Roots branched like veins into the earth above and below it. At the center of the growth, an eerie blue light emanated. There was a crash behind them, and the tall woman landed in the cavern. It hadn’t taken the rope, simply jumped. Once again, the thing’s frightening inhuman nature shook Leroy to his core. Wetness flooded his groin, racing down his legs. He lifted the hammer, preparing to fight, even as piss stung his thighs. May primed her taser, hoping it would work as well on her as it did on the smiling man. The tall woman rushed towards them. Leroy felt his stream of urine grow stronger. It targeted him, and pounced. He had learned to swallow his fear and dodge early after the last attack, and managed to roll out of the way without getting hit. The irregular movement diverted his stream, causing the stain soak the upper areas of his pants more than it should have. It also flung droplets everywhere. His hammer was heavy, and he couldn’t swing it at her before she could swing at him. He backstepped, dodging another feral swipe. He lifted the hammer over his head, brought it down. She grabbed it mid-swing, stopping all his momentum as if it were nothing. He stared in disbelief, and May took the opportunity to rush the tall woman, and tazed her in the back. Meanwhile, Emile and Lily set to work using their hatchet and knife to cut open the strange growth. From one of the mirrors on the wall, Emile saw the smiling man emerge. “Oh come on, fuck off already!” He shouted. Lily screamed when she saw him, having no idea who or what he was. “Lily! Trade!” He plucked the knife from her hands, and gave her the hatchet, “Keep cutting this thing, I’ll keep him busy!” She didn’t have time to object before he ran off to engage the smiling man. The man swung the axe horizontally with unexpected speed, nearly taking Emile’s head off. Unlike the tall woman, he never seemed to move very quickly. Emile danced around him, keeping just out of range of the axe. That is, until the smiling man swung, Emile dodged, and then the man used the new position of his axe to drive the handle into Emile’s face. He yelled in pain and took several dazed, wobbly steps back. May was dismayed to learn that the tall woman was worlds more durable than the smiling man. In only a couple of seconds, she overcame the taser’s shock. She turned quickly, and lashed out, striking May in the side of the head. The attack sent her flying, and she slammed into the cavern’s wall. She found that she did not have the strength to stand back up. At long last, Leroy was able to land a blow with his hammer. The weapon impacted the tall woman in the back, making a sound as though it had hit concrete. She was knocked forward only slightly, and turned to retaliate against him. He could hardly believe it. An attack with every last ounce of his strength didn’t even scratch her. He was completely powerless against her. He had one last idea. He swung the hammer, and she once again grabbed it. When her hand was occupied, he released the hammer, and bent low to scoop up some of the loose gravel along the floor. Remembering how much pain she suffered when Lily hit her in the eyes, he threw the handful of rocks into her face. As he hoped, some of them struck her eyes. Like before, it recoiled in shock and agony. He used the time as an opportunity to make sure May was all right. Lily had continued to use Emile’s hatchet, and had carved away much of the wood. She found something strange inside. At the center of the growth was something like an orb. A perfectly spherical mirror, she realized. She hacked more of the wood away, revealing more of what she hoped was their ultimate target. Emile was losing ground quickly to the smiling man. He dared to steal a look at Lily’s progress, and saw the strange orb. It gave him an idea. May couldn’t move, and Leroy was out of weapons. The tall woman approached him, claws bared. All he could do at this point was give her enough trouble killing him to buy the others enough time. Lily had exposed much of the orb when Emile shoved her out of the way. She didn’t know what he was doing, but he leaned against the growth and the orb, blocking them with his body. The smiling man prepared the killing swing, only for Emile to jump forward and dive under the man’s legs at the last second. The smiling man’s axe shattered the mirrored ball. The tall woman froze suddenly, then began writhing in pain. The root tendrils receded, began to die. The mirrors all cracked, then shattered. The tall woman collapsed, spasming as though she was suffering a seizure. The roots died and died, until the growth was nearly gone. The smiling man’s smile melted away, replaced by a look of horror. When the last of the unholy tree had perished, a blinding light engulfed all of them. -------------------------------------------- They came to in the woods, just a short distance from the house. Morning light was shining through the trees. “Did… Did we do it?” May asked. “I think we made it!” Emile could hardly contain his joy. “Let’s not celebrate just yet,” Leroy cautioned. He took several steps toward the house. The others followed. Emile and May laughed with sheer joy when they all saw people entering and leaving the house, packing up all the decorations and set pieces. “We fuckin’ did it!” Emile cheered. “And we still need clean pants… ” May observed, killing Emile’s happiness a bit. “Oh, by the way, Lily… ” Leroy began, walking towards her. “What is it?” He scooped her up in a tight hug, lifting her off the ground, “Love you, and I told you so,” he said. “Anyway, can we please get out of here; y’know, before some sees or smells us?” “I think that’s a good idea,” Lily agreed. “Dibs on the first shower,” May proclaimed. The argument that ensued was not a pretty one.
  10. (Warning: This story will contain elements of horror in it. After all, it is based off of a horror game.) Riding on her motorcycle, young college student Claire Redfield was making her way towards Raccoon City, in search of her brother Chris. He had been missing for around a month or so, and now it was up to Claire to head off to the large city in search of him. It was a bit of a dangerous task, being a young, pretty brunette in a large city would certainly attract some heads, but Claire knew she was up for the challenge. She had a weapon on her, just in case anything were to happen. As she approached the outskirts of the city, Claire noticed a gas station, and wanted to make one last phone call to a friend before entering the city. Just to assure them that everything would be fine, and she would return as soon as she found her brother. Also, she wanted to use the bathroom in the gas station. Having driven for a few hours, Claire had a fairly big urge to use the restroom, and now would be a good time for it. Pulling her motorcycle to the side, she parked it in a spot, and exited, setting her helmet down. She walked over to the payphone booth and inserted her change, beginning to call her friend. Claire did her best to assure them everything would be alright, she knew what she was getting into, and she would leave as soon as she completed her objective. It was just the same old stuff she had been saying for a while now. Claire hung up the phone and exited the booth. She started making her way towards the interior of the gas station, intending to use the bathroom, when she heard a suspicious noise. It sounded like the breaking of a window, which immediately piqued her interest. Opening the front door, Claire slowly made her way into the store. "Hello, anybody here?" She called out, hoping for a response. The store was pitch black, and Claire pulled out her flashlight, shining it around. There were items scattered around the floor, and blood stains covered parts of the store as well. Claire made her way through the eerie surroundings, unsure of what might occur. She could feel her body begin to tense up, and she could feel this in her bladder as well. What was once a dull urge, became a bit of a more pressing need, and this was not what Claire wanted, when she was going to face an unknown threat. Making her way through the aisles, Claire finally found someone. It appeared that he was bleeding from his neck, and his hand was covered in blood. "What happened?" Claire inquired, becoming even more panicked now. All the man could do was point towards a hallway behind him, and Claire entered it, holding her flashlight up. She emerged into a storage room, where it appeared that two men were fighting. "Excuse me, is everything ok?" Claire asked to the two men, holding her flashlight up. One of the men turned his head to face her. "Stay back ma'am, I got this." The man said calmly. With the light, Claire could see that he was a sheriff's deputy. However, the person he was struggling with finally managed to overpower him, and knocked the man to the floor. The attacker began to brutally attack the deputy, and savagely killed him. The attacker slowly looked up, his mouth was covered in blood, as he glanced menacingly up at the young woman. At the sight of the ferocious man, Claire gritted her teeth and pressed her legs together. She really had to go to the bathroom, quite badly, but first she had to deal with this. She pulled out her weapon and aimed it at the man, shooting for his head. It took four shots, but he eventually went down. Sighing in relief, Claire hunched over, and pressed her hand against the base of her jeans. She could feel a sizable bulge down there, and it was quite distracting. Claire knew she wouldn't dare use the bathroom here, not with everything that occurred. She would have to hold it until she found somewhere safer. However, she did not know when that would occur, and she moaned at the thought of having to hold it even longer...
  11. Has anyone played the games Outlast, Outlast Whistleblower, or Outlast II? I feel like, especially for fans of male omo like myself, they have a lot of potential. I can just imagine Miles Upshur (one of the player characters) getting desperate in the middle of his investigation and realizing too late that there’s no where to go as he constantly has to run/hide from danger. Fear wetting could be a HUGE potential for any of the games too, especially if the characters were already desperate and then come face-to-face with the variant thy had been running from! This is just an idea, but if anyone else likes the sound of it or is interested in talking more, please please comment or even message me, I love these games so much.
  12. So I recently picked up a game for free on the PS4 called Dead By Daylight and it’s got me instantly hooked. The game itself is a horror game where 4 players go up against a player controlled killer. All scary stuff. Now as fear wetting is a thing obviously I started to ask the questions of: “would they pee in those situations?” “Would they care?” So I bring those questions to you guys. What do you think would happen to the characters, or yourselves if you were put in a situation, just like in a horror game. Also, do you think there could be a market for minor features like that in horror games? (bonus points for any arts or stories involving the DBD Characters)
  13. Resident Evil: The Raccoon City Police Newbie’s Puddle Note: all these characters are based off the ones from Resident Evil. The story below is using them but is made up and not based off any Resident Evil game. The story is mine take on a horror omo story. Leon Scott Kennedy was 21 and wearing his dark blue police uniform with black briefs. He had long dirty blond hair that laid in his left eye and bright blue eyes, like diamonds. Leon’s first day at work couldn't be any worse. First his girlfriend broke up with him, then he got foolishly drunk and was late to work, and now a zombie outbreak in the city happened that wiped out most of the city. Which is now why Leon sat at a desk in the lobby of the the Racoon Police Department sketching on a notepad at 3am. Leon was up on watch making sure no zombies attacked Chris, Claire, and Jill while they slept. The only two good things about being trapped in the Police Department was there were plenty of pens and notepads for sketching and the back up generator powering the station. So with a dim desk lamp and a pen and notepad, Leon sat in the lobby sketching. This would be fine with Leon if he didn't have to pee. He couldn't sneak away to the stations bathrooms, as if there was an attack his friends would be left helpless and he didn't want to risk peeing on the floor as someone could wake up and see him exposed. Not to mention it would be incredibly rude and disrespectful. So Leon sat at the desk and held it. Leon tried to focus on his drawing and it worked at first but what seemed like an hour was only three minutes. Leon sighed and crossed his legs knee over knee, right over left sitting at the desk. It would be another hour and a half before Claire would wake up to take over for him and he could go to the bathroom. For now Leon had no choice but to sit there with his legs crossed knee over knee and hold it. Leon continued with his sketch but not as detailed, as his mind was now focused on holding his pee. Leon's need wasn't super bad yet but it was enough where if it was any other situation he would already have used the bathroom and it was bothering him. Leon uncrossed his legs and recrossed them the other way. This lasted for 30 minutes until Leon couldnt sit still. Leon had to pee like a race horse. He clicked the pen closed and closed his notepad in annoyance and stood up holding himself. At least if he stood up he could move around and hold himself Leon thought. But as Leon stood up he heard a loud growl from behind him. Leon quickly turned around to see a zombie coming at him but what was even worse, the zombie’s growl startled him so much he leaked. In horror Leon grabbed himself to stop the leak. Leon cussed under his breath and stopped the leak but he could tell his black briefs were now wet. Another growl brought his attention back to the zombie. Even though it was slow it was making good ground. Leon took out his knife and made his way to the zombie. When he got to it Leon shoved it to the ground and stabbed it in the head a few times. Once it was dead Leob stood back up and remembered just how bad he needed to pee. Leon couldn't believe the zombie scared him enough he peed his pants some. Leon looked down at his dark blue police uniform pants. Not even a penny size wet spot was between his legs but Leon sighed in relief as he knew he could easily have that small of a spot. Leon went back to holding himself and paced around the stations lobby, where his friends slept on the opposite side. Leon was now doing a full on potty dance, he needed to pee so bad. He glanced up at a statue that was watching over them, thank god you are a statue and can’t see me Leon thought. Unaware to him, leaks spurted out of him every few minutes soaking his black briefs and blue police uniform pants. Leon was now crossing his legs standing when he stopped pacing to turn around. Leon was now using all his strength and construction to hold his pee. Another 30 minutes passed and Leon was in bad shape. He was twisted up like a pretzel trying to hold on. But he was slowly losing the battle. When another zombie growled. But this time Leon got scared enough to jump and lose it all. Leon was to shocked to do anything as pee flooded out of him effortlessly with a loud hiss, soaking his black briefs even more and his dark blue police uniform pants turning them almost black. He felt his face go bright red as pee run down his legs filling his black shoes as well as soaking his black socks and black shoes. Pee pooled at his feet on the tile lobby floor of the Raccoon Police Department. Leaving behind a giant pee puddle on the tile floor. Leon was to scared and startled he didn't hear a gun go off stunning the zombie so someone could easily stab it in the head. He was still peeing at full force as a hand was laid on his shoulder. Leon jumped in fear as turned around to see Claire. Leon turned bright red in embarrassment and tried to talk but only stuttering came out. Claire smiled warmly “It’s okay Leon, accidents happen to us all” but Leon shook his head “not to me and epically not from being too scared of a zombie!” Claire tried to refuse that and comfort Leon but Leon pushed her away as he finished peeing and stormed off. Claire tried to tell after him that it was to dangerous to go off on his own but Leon was already gone. Leon made his was to the stations bathrooms. Since there was a generator, the hot showers still worked and Leon had to clean himself. He made his way to the bathrooms and ran into two zombies. Leon pulled out his gun and shoot one and stepped the other. But the one he shot didn't go down and tackled Leon to the ground. Leon fought; but the zombie was overpowering him. Leon would have gotten killed if it was not for Claire waking up Jill to follow him and shooting the zombie in the head twice. Once the Zombie was dead she walked over and helped Leon up. Leon glared at her as she helped more his dirty hair out of his blue eyes “I had it under control, I didn't need your help. Why don't you to back to the others”. Leon pushed her aside and stormed off again. Claire knew Leon was just acting out since he was embarrassed but she couldn't help but feel hurt. So she left and slowly made her way to the others. Leon finally made it do the bathroom. He took his shoes and socks off. His shoes seemed to have a ocean of pee in them. Leon poured the pee out of them and into the sink. He then took his uniform off but left on his back briefs and started at his almost naked body in the mirror. His eyes concentrated on the wet fabric. He could see his black briefs shine with piss in the reflection. Leon couldn't believe he got so scared he couldn't hold it and peed his pants. Leon took a seat on the bathroom bench in only his pee soaked black briefs and crossed his almost naked legs right over left, hiding his black pee soaked briefs. He couldn’t believe what had happened and to make matters worse he yelled at Claire. Chris would for sure kill him for yelling at his little sister. And Claire definitely didn’t deserve it, she was only trying to comfort him. Leon put his head on his hands and loudly sighed. After a minute he uncrossed his legs and walked over to the showers. Leon took his briefs off and put them and the rest of his uniform in the stations washing machine, pouring in soap and turning it on. Leon then got into the shower. He turned on the hot water and cleaned himself, making extra sure to clean his crotch and legs. After he was clean he stood in the water with his eyes close as the hot water hit his face and ran down his naked body. Leon almost fell asleep in there but a zombie growled and pound against the bathroom door alerting him. Leon got out and dried off; ignoring the zombie for now as it was stuck outside by the heavy door. Luckily his locker at the police station had an extra uniform and change off cloths. Leon dried off and put on a clean pair of black briefs. He wrapped himself in a dry towel and grabbed the clean uniform and went back to the others. No point in putting on the uniform just to take it off a sleep in only his briefs. Leon found a flash grande in his locker and grabbed it. He cracked the door a little to see the zombie was now slowly pacing the hallway. Leon carefully removed the flash grande pin and rolled it outside under the zombie. Leon quickly shut the door and heard it go off stunning the zombie. Leon quickly ran out of the bathroom and back towards the lobby. He made it back to the others. Jill was back asleep besides Chris. Only Claire was awake. Leon entered the Lobby and made his way over to Claire. “Hey Claire, about earlier I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have treated you like that, I was being an ass so I’m sorry” Leon said as he rubbed the back of his head. Claire smiled “it’s okay Leon” Leon smiled back and his eyes looked at where his accident occurred. His giant pee puddle was still there and shining against the Police Station’s tile floor. Claire followed his eyes and saw the puddle his eyes were now looking at. “You go get some sleep and I’ll clean that up and don’t worry, I told Jill and Chris we had an water spill so they don’t know about the accident”. Leon shook his head “Thank you for not telling them but I couldn’t ask you to do that”. Claire smiled and put her hand on Leon’s shoulder “you are not asking, I’m insisting”. Leon smiled and nodded. Turning around he yawned and went to get into his sleeping bag. Leon crawled into it and drifted off smiling but not believing he got so scared by a zombie he peed his pants. I hope you all like the story!!😁 Any feedback will be very much appreciated!!
  14. ***this is a story of a hottie who has to pee at her job, but multiple intersections of misery block her from release, and other beauties as well. Soon, they’re in line. All of this is the fault as well of a devilish perv. I posted this story before and took it down since people thought it was mean....but it’s FICTIONAL. Not real in any way shape or form. The perv in the story making them desperate is just some dummy who no one should be like. But it just fiction. If you don’t want to read this cause you feel it portrays omorashi lovers poorly that’s fine. I don’t care if anyone reads it. But I wrote it. Thanks you Sarah was a gorgeous girl. She worked the checkout line at the super mart that whole summer afternoon. Forced to wear the uncomfortable uniform of a tight blue shirt which showed off her strong body snd strong abdomen, she also wore dark sneakers and tight blue jeans that stretched across her rock hard ass. She downed her third bottle of water after she finished checking out the customer in her line. “Here’s your change. Have a nice day.” She said. She then placed a hand on her belly as she felt a kick inside. Then another. A growing pressure which made her legs squeeze and and bite her lip. Her long string legs crossed with one of her feet tipped on the toes. Sarah had to pee. She turned off her light. Just as she was about to head to the restroom all the way in the back of the store, her supervisor Kira stopped her. “Hey Sarah where you going? Your break isn’t for another ten minutes.” Sarah frowned as her shyness kicked in. She wasn’t someone who like admitting her natural needs to others, and decided just to turn her light back on, in spite of the mass discomfort in her abdomen. It started to pulse like spikes stabbing. “Sorry,” Sarah said. “My bad I um...ten minute right.” And show she went back to work, ringing customers out, having to lift heavy items to scan for elderly customers. All of which added pressure on her dire need. She was very uncomfortable by the time ten minutes were up, and Kira came to tell her to head on break. By then, as Sarah turned off her light and logged out of her register, her legs were tight together causing creases in the jeans, and they squirmed against each other. She walked fast with her arms Tight against her sides and fists made headed for the bathroom. “Oh, gotta go, gotta go, gotta go,” she whispered to herself, feeling the urge only worsen as she got closer to her destination for release. Just as she got around the corner, she froze at the sight of the closed for cleaning sign. Outside the women’s room was also Yalinda. A tan woman, in her forties but still had a very hot body. She was thinner but her uniform looks nice snd tight around her body, especially the ass. Instead of jeans though she wore tan light khakis and had her legs crossed as she bounced while leaning against the wall next to the women’s room. Sarah’s knees turned inwards as she tended up. “Have...have you been waiting a while? Is she almost done in there!” Sweat started to form in her head. “I just got here and he told me he just started cleaning a minute ago. I begged him to let me in, I’m dying too. But he’s behind schedule apparently.” That’s when Sarah looked at the men’s room. No sign. She saw Yalinda wasn’t looking and decided to sneak in. As soon as she reached past the sinks, even with an open stall snd beautiful toilet in view, one of her coworkers, the short snd stubby Bobby was washing his face . He noticed Sarah (who he has always been attarscted to). “Oh, Sarah,” he said stunned, but still growing between his legs. His boner popped out seeing her in those jeans in no time. Man, how he would love for her to climb all over him one day. To even keep her clothes on in that tight uniform and just rub against him until his dick blew off its lid and cummed in his underwear. So worth it. “Um...I think,” Sarah, turning red as she hoped the bathroom would be empty, stood still with her legs open a bit. It took everything inside of her to hold on her bursting bladder as she didn’t even want Bobby to know she needed to go. He was a nice guy but still, embarrassing. “Oh, um, I actually just needed....needed...to wash my hands!” Boy that was a mistake . Worst cover ever. As the water hit her hands she squealed snd Bobby noticed. One of her legs kicked back uncontrolled snd she forced it back down. Bobby however knew what was finally going on. An evil smile stretched across his face that he quickly had to wipe off as she Sarah dried her hands and mumbled about her hands being dirty from scanning at the register . No way. This chick had to pee. Bobby was so rock hard knowing she was despite his heart raced as blood pumped into his stiff stone tall dick. “Sorry for the bother,” Sarah said drying off. “I’m just gonna,” But that’s when Bobby jumped in front of the door for her to exit, and blocked her, keeping her trapped in a room making her urgency ten fold worse, feeling like she would burst. Still she kept it together, feeling so much agony and pain inside . “Oh hey glad I caught you actually,” Bobby said. They actually wanted to ask if you could maybe, I mean....like...if you had time,” he purposely stalled the poor girl who tended every muscle to hold it in and seem normal. Her hips started to wave though. “Help me pull out some milk onto the sales floor?” Sarah was confused . She was simply a cashier. This wasn’t her job. “Umm...I mean, I don’t think I have time actually-“ With that, Bobby waved in front of the automatic sinks and set them off. Oh poor poor Sarah. Her eyes widened in terror and bones shook as she watched the sinks pour down the drain, making her think of the liquid inside her that was banging to get out. Her legs tightened together and Bobby could see the little squirms she was trying to avoid . Yalinda who was outside the door still waiting for the women’s room heard the sinks as well, and given her slightly older bladder of the attractive woman, she placed hands deep in her pockets and and stood up straight gasping for relief. Behind her, Shawna, one of the store managers was also waiting. Shawna was 29, older than Sarah by a little but younger than Yalinda. An average height tan woman with long black hair and a body that stood out well in her tight light blue sweater, brown pants, and black flats. Shawna had her arms crossed on her chest stretched over her boobs which hardened from the intensity of the situation. She bounced in place feeling embarrassed as some customers giggled watching her and Yalinda desperate . “I’ll actually see if I can help you out let...let m-m-me just ask the supervisor up front.” Sarah lied, just to avoid more agony. But to her torture she saw that she was now at starring at the end of a small line to the women’s room. Luckily, there four toilets, so getting in should be no issue. “Oh god oh god,” said Jordan, a girl around Sarah age with brown tied up hair and glasses. She was shorter and average height and body. Very thin, but she worked outside loading and got to west Jean shorts which showed off her shiny calf’s. She squirmed to the end of the line and Sarah bit her lip seeing she was now number four to get in. That’s when Bart, the janitor came out of the bathroom. “Sorry ladies. I called the plumber. System back up in there so it a hazard.” All four woman of retail jaws dropped in horror. Their legs twisted and feet slowly started to shift on the floor. Yalinda felt bloated as all hell like she was ready to explode. Shawna started to sweat and bite her lips feeling herself really wanting to leak, but with all her might she held it in! Jordan’s eyes were wide and pupils dilated, completely terrified and in pain. She was in utter distress, almost as much as Sarah. Jordan worked outside and had gushed down a huge water bottle she brought to work. Along with watch the people in the garden area water plants it had made her feel huge spasms in her abdomen. Her hands were in her crotch deep as her legs squires, knees rolling over each other . Her anxiety was on the rise and she was breathing heavy, feeling a painful stab through her back and bladders front that almost made her faint. She tugged her neck up and down to shake it off. “Um,” Sarah said, her legs wobbling together tight. “How....how much longer do you think that’ll be?” “Not sure,” said Bart. “Hour at least. There is the handicap restroom down the hall though.” Bobby however was already ten steps ahead of the attractive ladies . He got behind the corner while they were still starring in agony at the women’s room. As soon as he heard it was out of order, he knew he has to capitalize on their suffering. It was just sooooooooo hot! As Bart went to start cleaning the men’s room after locking the women’s, Bobby went and pushed the lock on the inside of the one person handicap bathroom. He slammed the door shut and checked. Locked. Just then, a fifth associate, Tori, a short girl with dark hair in tight light khakis came around the corner speeding past the other four who then chased her to the handicap. Bobby wasn’t sure where to hide, so he went in the only other door...the mothers room, made for women to go breastfeed their kids. He went in and closed the door up to a crack. No one came in a store to breastfeed anyways. Tori reached the door but wrestled with the locked handle. It just wouldn’t budge. “No no no no no!” She shrieked as everyone else lined in back of her. All five ladies desperate to not have an accident and be humiliated at their jobs. “Please please, as you almost done?” But it was no use. Behind her was Shawna, then Yalinda, then Sarah, then Jordan, all squirming in agony. Bobby watched, his dick so rock hard he couldn’t believe it. If he whacked it against the wall it probably leave a crack. “Oh no,” Tori said bouncing and sweating. “No no NOOOOOOOO!” And abstain started to form in the back of her pants growing wider and wider, her khakis completely darkening and little leaks flowing out of the ends of her legs. Tori bent over to try and stem the flow but it was no use. “Oh my god!” She ran away in embarrassment, leaving a light pee trail that tortured the other women. “Oh godddddd!” Jordan said in so much pain. Crying with her hands rubbing her pussy so hard she almost had an organs and released in her Jean shorts. Her legs kept crosssing over by the knees. As she squirmed back and forth her ass rubbed against Sarah’s. That really set off fireworks in Bobby’s pants, as he slowly and gently stroke his dick to avoid an early orgasm, seeing those two hotties desperate and rubbing their asses on each other made him go crazy. Both girls faced in the opposite direction from each other, knees bent, Sarah with her hands on her legs sweating and bouncing, Jordan with her hands in her crotch and legs crossed, asses rubbing. Shawna slowly knocked on the door as her strength was diminishing. Meanwhile, Yalinda was holding her legs together, thighs tight, and pushing on her crotch . “Ex...excuse me,” the manager said. “Are you almost done? There’s kind of a line out here?” “Will manager Shawna please report to the front desk for customer assistance?” The intercom said. Shawnas eyes couldn’t blink as she couldn’t believe her luck. There was no way she was going to leave this line. She wouldn’t make it soon. She bent over and was at a ninety degree angle as she bounced . Sweat burning her eyes. Each girl sweating as their bladders pulsed. “Manager Shawna to the service desk!” Shawna couldn’t take it . Her lips quivered as this became too much to bare. But she couldn’t move. Her bladder pulsed rapidly as she knew deep down she had to hurry to the front end for her jobs sake. It pulsed even faster and harder, each one feeling like a punch to the stomach she was in complete pain and wanted to scream, keeping her legs tight and shuffling, rubbing her abdomen as her clothes became drenched in sweat and made her nipples pierced out of her shirt as the wetness shrunk it, same with her pants showing off her pussy down the line. So much coffee this morning, so much coffee, and now as the announcement came again, she felt it. “Oh...oh no.” She knocked on the door rapidly. “Hey please please please come on. We’re really gotta go, please!” She was dancing in agony and that’s when her poor bladder could not take anymore. Stretched way past it limits, “no no please!” Pee gushed from her pussy and made her brown pants even darker as it poured all over her feet. She ran from the door and across the hall still in sight of the other three desperate girls who were all sweating snd watching in agony, seeing one of their own have and accident only making their situation worse. “No no!” She screamed, customer watching snd of course laughing, especially perverative guys. Her dark skin became red with embarrassment as she barely held back what was left of the flood which ruined her clothes. A puddle on the floor. She didn’t know what to do and ran. “Oh god!” Said Jordan bouncing uncontrollably. Her bladder was beginning to lose control as well. She whacked her buddy against the brick wall to snap her out of it. But her need only became worse. She rushed ahead of Yalinda and Sarah and wrestle with the door knob and knocked. “Please let me in! Please!!” “Hey I’m next!” Said Yalinda pushing her. “I’m not gonna make it!” “You think I am?!” Yalinda said with her arms spread out, but legs crossed bouncing. Her arms then wrapped around herself and eyes closed fighting off a huge pulse . She shoved Jordan away from the door and knocked . “Come on!” She said in her sexy Spanish accent. Jordan pushed back, and soon their hands were all over each other’s sweaty bodies. Meanwhile Sarah stood behind wishing she had the strength to fight for the toilet too. But she was barely making it. Jordan couldn’t take it anymore. Finally, while holding back her flood with all her might, Yalinda kicked Jordan away and she fell against the wall. Unable to contain the pressure anymore she yelled “fuck this!” And ran back down the hall. The repairmen were working on the bathroom, but Bart was done cleaning almost. She pushed his janitor cart aside and went in, ignoring his pleas, pulling her pants down at the urinal and aiming her ass over it as she released a large stream. A bit embarrassed, but Jordan was just happy she’d be going home with dry pants. Meanwhile, Yalinda and Sarah couldn’t take much more. Bobby on the other hand saw she was so desperate they could try something. He reached out of the door and pulled Yalinda in. He always did want to try this with an older woman. He shut the door. “What are you doing?! She said dancing around. “Giving you a chance to avoid embarrassment.” Bobby said. “You can go the bathroom here.” Yalinda looked around breathing heavy. “Where? This is a mother’s room!” That’s when Bobby pulled himself up against her close, feeling her rock hard full bladder push against his dick. “You go on me. Pee on me.” Yalinda was freaked out. Who was this guy? Where was the Bobby she knew? “Let go!” She tried squirming away. But he held tight. “I already smell like a pig. Pee all over me, and your pants are fine so is your rep. You’ve been working here 20 years. Really want to get so humiliated you can’t come back?” Yalinda didn’t know what to do. She was freaking out. But she had no choice. She puked down her pants and panties and kicked them to the side. Bobby got down on his knees as she lifted her legs exposing herself to him. And within a second she was raining all over him. Pee soaked Bobby from head to toe, completely drenching him. Outside the door Sarah still remained in agony. What was going on? Then another woman rushed down the hall holding her chest. She was around Sarah’s age but shorter, red hair, a little on the heavy side but nice shape. Her breast huge as watermelons though, nipples piercing her black tight shirt. “Please let me in!” She yelled. She had a huge bottle with her. Sarah could see this was a mother, a young mother, just trying to drain the milk from her breasts. There were very tiny white leak lines around her huge nipples. This girl was getting ready to burst! Inside though Yalinda smiled as pee continued to flow out of her and not in her pants. Bobby was in Heaven. Outside Sarah danced around in agony, her legs crossing and uncrossing. The poor woman at the mothers room banged on the door but it was no use. She yelled as her nipples exploded and milk shot right threw her shirt and on the walls. She yelled as milk got everywhere, coming out of her chest and the stream dying down. Sarah meanwhile couldn’t take it anymore, that’s when Bobby got out of the mothers room just in time to see where the noise was from, still hard from seeing Sarah. “Let it go baby,” he whispered warmly to himself. “Let it flow.” Sarah bit her lip, held on with all her might but as pressure pushed onto her abdomen feeling like a rock pushed in, her bladder exploded and peed all over herself. Her pants became drenched and dark and as people starred she wept crying and shaking as a puddle formed around her and the perv feet covered in pee. Poor poor Sarah. She never had a chance . People laughed and pointed and she apologized, feeling embarrassed, eventually running out of the store. When she got home, her boyfriend was disappointed in her wetting, and made her wear....the diaper. Sarah was never able to find another job. The store was her only shot. However, due to the amount of time it took to clean her pee, she was forced to wear the diaper at work too. There she stood everyday, red and humiliated with a big diaper around her tight jeans, tears gently falling from her eyes in defeat. Knowing this was her life. Forever. Her eyes watered. “I....I can’t believe....believe this. Why. Why me?!” Sulking in her misery The end
  15. Time for me to write a new scenario! In this scenario, a college freshman wakes up to find herself in a small dark room in an unknown land presumably haunted location. A horror lurks around the area, and if the girl gets too scared she'll piss herself. All four of the girls are equally self conscious about wetting themselves, and they are extremely pee-shy about popping a squat anywhere. She doesn't know how long she's been knocked out, but it's been long enough that she's now squirming a little. Who is this girl? A) Chanda Nerushan, a scruffy South Indian rocker girl in tight ripped jeans and a tank top. B) Reema al-Saade, an tall Iraqi webcomic artist in a headscarf, loose jeans, and cardigan. C) Aphiwe Mhlambiso, a fit South African guitar player in shorts and a t-shirt. D) Irene Sacristán, a nerdy Colombian video gamer in brown pants and a long-sleeved t-shirt. What is the room like? A) The stony floor and dank air of a dungeon in a castle B) The steel floor and chilly air of a chamber in a cold mountain laboratory C) The wooden floor and muggy air of a boarded-up room in the middle of a swamp What horror lurks around? A) An unholy curse B) A biological abomination C) A mechanical nightmare A few more questions to come after these are answered.
  16. I just found out the Stephen King is the master of horror an PEE! Yes I said pee. With his more then 80 books they all usually so how involve pee or peeing. If it's not a direct wetting it probably is something else to do with pee(like driking it for survival like in his book ”Misery”) I'm not sure why this is. If it's simply just an aspect of fear he uses in his books or if it's something more. He's definitely a mysterious guy.
  17. (This is just a continuation off of a previous story. The author hasn't posted an update to their story, and there seems to be interest in continuing it. So here's the next part to it.) Claire Redfield paused briefly to collect her breath, panting heavily. The gravity of her actions just set in, she had just killed a zombie, who used to be a human just like her. However, there was no time for mourning, as Claire knew she had to get out of the gas station as soon as possible. She grabbed a nearby key from a rack and opened a locked door. As she emerged into the main storefront, she was immediately greeted by the sounds of zombies churning all around the aisles. With no other choice, Claire started to run through the aisles, a hand clutched up against her lower abdomen. She darted up an aisle, narrowly avoiding a falling shelf that landed with a loud thud right behind her. She gasped out as the exit was in sight. As she was about to open the door, a figured threw open the door, aiming a gun directly in Claire's face. She instinctively raised her hands in surrender. "Woah, don't shoot!" She blurted out, clearly caught off guard. Instead of shooting her, the figure shouted back at her. "Get down!" He ordered, right as he fired his weapon at a zombie that was right behind Claire. Taking a brief glance back at the limp body, Claire stood up, the sudden movement slightly irritating her bladder. With everything that was going on, she was still searching for a restroom, but there was no way she could use the ones in the gas station, not with zombies roaming all around the premises. "We have to get out of here..." She muttered out, as she started to head towards the exit. The two of them both exited and emerged on the exterior of the gas station. "You alright?" The figured asked Claire, who turned to face him. "Yeah...I think so...thanks..." She responded, still trying to catch her breath after the tense exchange. "You can thank me later...when we're safe." He responded, as a wave of zombies approached them, swarming around the gas pumps. Just the sight of the horde approaching made Claire nervous, and with her bladder begging for relief, it only exacerbated her issues. However, she wasn't about to wet herself out of fear, not wanting to look like a child. She aimed her gun at the approaching horde, preparing to shoot at them, before her companion glanced at a nearby car. "Come on!" He shouted, as Claire started to follow him into the car, slamming the door shut after her. With skilled precision, he quickly peeled the car out of the gas station and out onto the nearby road. As they drove down the road, Claire decided to break the silence that lingered in the air. "What the hell is going on?" She asked him, hoping that he would have some for of answer for her. "I don't know...hopefully they'll have some answers at the police station." Claire slowly nodded her head in acknowledgement. "And a bathroom would be nice..." She thought to herself, as her hands instinctively slid down towards her crotch. Thinking about what he said, she turned back to him with a curious look on her face. "Wait...you're a cop?" She asked him. He slowly responded, nodding his head. "Yeah, Leon Kennedy...and you are?" "Claire...Claire Redfield..." She responded, sitting up in her seat. "Live around here?" Leon asked her, following up. "No...I'm looking for my brother...he's a cop too..." Claire admitted openly. "Well...it's a good thing we found each other...I don't know what to expect anymore..." Leon responded, as he nodded his head and kept on driving. Eventually, as the duo entered Raccoon City, they reached a roadblock, with nowhere for the car to go. Before they could react however, a group of zombies started to swarm the doors of the car, smashing their faces up against the windows of the vehicle. "Leon, we gotta back up..." Claire blurted out, but the glimpse of lights approaching from behind caused Claire to gasp out in fear. It soon became clear that a large vehicle was rushing towards them, and it wasn't stopping. "We gotta get out, now!" He barked out, as the two of them pushed up against their doors, trying to get out. However, the doors wouldn't budge as the vehicle still charged at them. The speeding car careened off the road, slamming into a series of parked cars before ricocheting and hitting the car the duo were in. It was pushed back with a loud thud, before screeching to a halt. As soon as the wreck was over, Claire stumbled out of the car, clutching her lower abdomen. She emerged out into the dark and rainy night which did her no favors for her aching bladder. The sound of rain hitting the asphalt filled the surrounding environment, and Claire could feel a large tugging sensation, as if her bladder's contents wanted to fill the endless stream of liquid falling down. Claire stumbled around for a few seconds before a massive explosion propelled her against the side of a vehicle, before she crumbled down to the ground with a loud thud. Groaning in pain, she rose to her feet, her hands pressed up against her crotch as she did so. The impact caused her bladder to leak out, and she could feel a slight warmth coming from her panties. "Ugh..." She muttered to herself, as she rubbed her growing bulge before gathering her bearings. She turned and found the burning wreck of the vehicle they were once in, before a shouting voice grabbed her attention. "Claire...Claire, are you ok!" Leon shouted over the fiery wreck. "Yeah...I'm alright, what about you?" Claire asked, raising her voice as well. "I can't stay here, it's not safe!" Leon responded, as a wave of zombies started to rise up. "Go on, I'll meet you at the station!" Claire yelled back, as she turned away and started to run away towards the police station. She narrowly avoided the zombies scattered on the streets. She held her revolver in her right hand, with her left hand clutching her abdomen, trying to hold her bladder in as best as possible. Claire snuck through an alley, emerging on the street in front of the police station. "There it is...the police station...almost there...and then I can finally find a bathroom..." She muttered aloud to herself, as she ran through the large gates of the entryway to the police station, locking the door behind her. She ran up the small pathway and into the interior of the police station, eager to find safety, and a bathroom to relieve her growing urge to pee.
  18. Lilliana White stirred in her bed. Her alarm clock abruptly awakened her and she jumped out of bed. At 28 years old she was lucky to have snagged a high paying job at an office for a meat packaging company in Pittsburg, California. However, a late night on the town proved to be her doom; as she realized it was the alarm clock going off again after she had failed to wake up and turn it off. "Shit." Lilliana jumped out of her nightwear and into her work clothes. A simple white shirt with pink flowers and a black skirt was enough to meet the building standards and she slipped her feet into her black flats. A few swipes at her wavy light brown hair with her brush and a quick spray of perfume was all she had time for. She grabbed her purse and ran to her car. On on her way to work Lilliana lightly rubbed her knees together as she realized she never went pee. She placed her purse in her lap with her hand on it to subtly hold herself. She was almost 30 with a Masters degree and she would be damned if she was seen holding herself like a child. She flipped on the radio in an attempt to distract herself but heard nothing but talk shows as it was the morning. She kept flipping and eventually reached the news. "My name is Aaron Gregory with Coyote News, reporting live from Shanghai China were the Chinese military appears to be firebombing their own city. Reports earlier this month stated some sort of strand of rabies, nicknamed "Tentacle rabies" due to the grey octopus-like parasites seen on the skin of infected individuals had been running wild in the city. The President and several congress members have been calling for a ban on Chinese immigrants." "Enough of that shit." Lilliana flicked the radio off. She had hearing stories of crazy octopus people for weeks and wasn't buying any of it. Her hand returned to the steering wheel, her bodily needs trying harder to gain her attention. As she pulled into work she noticed her coworker James getting out of his car near the elevator from the parking garage. She pearled and attempted to scramble out before he closed the door. "No.. no damnit!" James noticed her too late and the elevator shot up, meaning she would have to take the stairs. "Fuck you James." She muttered under her breath. She maintained somewhat of a love-hate relationship with James. Some days they would get along fine, while some they would bicker and argue the whole time. Sometimes she had considered viewing him in a romantic light but James had a girlfriend already. Her mood deteriorated with every step up the staircase. She got to her floor five minutes late and ran to her cubicle. It was 9:05, meaning three hours until break time when she could finally relieve herself. She he had been in the situation before when she had to not her lip and cross her legs due to a full bladder but it was never this full this early. "Hey, Li!" It was James. "Hello James." Lilliana was not enthusiastic to see him after his elevator stunt. "You hear Mr. Reed is back from his China trip? He was telling everybody about it before. He said he saw soldiers everywhere before he had to come back." James' speech caught Lilliana's attention. Mr. Reed had assigned Lilliana papers to be filled out while he was gone but she had completely forgotten to do them. "Damnit James why didn't you remind me he was coming back!" "I'm not your babysitter. Besides I was spending time with my special lady this past weekend." He grabbed the picture from his desk and held it just over the cubicle wall between them. "Whatever, help me come up with an excuse." "Just say your sick, I mean you're already bombing for the bathroom already." James moved his hand down to his crotch. "I don't think your special lady would be happy knowing her boyfriend likes to get a hard onwhen he coworker has to use the restroom." Lilliana's attack caused James to disappear back into his cubicle. "Aaarrrggghhh gotta pee." Her hand almost reached her crotch but she stopped it at the last moment. She sent the opposite direction to go through her hair again, her lady parts begging for the hand to come back. Her phone went off in her purse. She had forgotten to set it to silent which triggered the awkward moment of her coworkers looking at her from all directions. She put on a fake smile to ward them all away. She looked at her phone to see her younger sister had sent her a message. "Chill tonight?" Her sister Andrea was 23 and still in college. "You have schoolwork to do." Lilliana responded. She hated having to play mother but they never had parents for real. The two had gone from home to home but through hard work had managed to get grades and money for college. "How is work?" "Oh it's just great." "Yikes someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning." Lilliana just put her phone down. She wasn't in the mood to listen to her sister, in fact she wasn't in the mood to listen to anyone. "Miss White I need to speak with you." It was Mr. Reed. "Are you fucking kidding me?" She groaned to herself. She slowly stood up, every movement of her legs was agony. She made her way to her boss's office, ready to meet her fate. "So, about those papers. You can forget em." Mr. Reed came out bluntly. "During my time in China I realized it wouldn't matter if those papers got delivered or not. "Why not sir?" Lilliana was stunned. "When I was in China I... I..." Mr. Reed stuttered for a few moments. "I got this." He lifted up his shirt to reveal a gray octopus looking creature attached to his chest below his left nipple. The creature was about as wide as a golf ball and had three tentacles tangling away from his body. Seeing the creature caused Lilliana to jump and lose a few drops of urine in her panties. "Oh my g-what is that?" Lilliana de-aged ten years for a few seconds. "I, didn't even realize i had it until it was too late. They stick to you and rapidly multiply. Eventually they start to build up larger and larger until they've feasted on everything they can. I... I..." He fell to the floor. Lilliana took a few steps back. "Someone come help quick!" She screamed. A few people ran past her. "Oh god, someone call an ambulance!" Someone screamed. "Attention everyone, the building is being shut down for today. Please leave the premises in an orderly fashion." The intercom went up. "No, no, no, no, no, no." Lilliana ran back to her desk and gathered her things. "C'mon, c'mon no!" She turned to see the bathroom being closed and locked. She lightly bounced in place. She ran to the elevator but no one was going in the orderly fashion they were supposed to. She attempted to get to it but a large cluster of people was trying to get through the door at once. "Everyone the stairs are open!" A worker yelled but everyone but Lilliana seemed to not hear it. She ran to the stairs but her bladder protested. It was 19 floors to the parking garage and another 20-30 minutes home judging by traffic. Every step was agony to Lilliana who was contemplating peeing in a corner of the stairwell but couldn't as someone was slightly behind her. Eventually she couldn't take it anymore and stopped for a rest. Her skirt dug into her bulging abdomen sending even more pulses through her body. Her knees buckled as she stood still, and after a few moments she felt her floodgates open. Quickly she placed a hand on her crotch despite her pride protesting. As she stood she noticed the person about two flights behind slowing down. She could hear them breathing, almost as if they were snoring. Every step was heavier than the last. "Hello?" She was confused by the person's odd breathing. "Aaaaaaaahhhhhh." A noise that sounded like a mixture between a frog and a snake came out. Lilliana's heart rate skyrocketed. Her bladder pulses harder. Lilliana gasped when the person came into view. Their face was covered in a version of the same parasite from Mr. Reed's face just four times larger. Smaller parasites were scattered across his body. When the creature saw saw her it leaped down the flight of stairs at her. She threw herself to the ground to dodge it and sprayed pee into her underwear in the process. Lilliana took off down the stairs as the creature gave chase. "Oh god oh god oh god." She repeatedly leaked as she ran, the creature grunting like a gorilla as it ran full speed at her. Realizing it was about to catch her, Lilliana quickly got to the first door she saw and tugged on it. It refused to open. "Open! Holy shit open!" She screamed at the top of her lungs as the creature stood a flight above her. "Oh god please no!" She burst into tears as her life flashed before her eyes and her bladder unloaded. Pee rapidly overflowed her underwear and stained into her skirt. Rivers ran down her thighs and calves as the creature slowly approached her. She let out slight moans between sobs as warm yellow liquid began pooling below her feet. Her shoes filled to the brim around her feet. The creature took a step towards her and as she accepted her fate the door swung open and James appeared with a fire extinguisher! "Get back you piece of shit!" She took the extinguisher and swung violently at the creature, causing it to scream in rage. "Run Lilliana run!" He yelled as the creature lunged back. Lilliana threw herself through the door and sprinted onto the 7th floor. She heard the door to the opposite staircase open and saw several more creature emerge and quickly sprinted into the nearest storage closest. Lilliana quickly grabbed everything she could and barricaded the door. When she finished she leaned back against the wall and finished her pee. She spread her legs apart and let out a large moan as the rest of her bladder was emptied. She sunk down into a sitting position and started to cry from humiliation and from anxiety. It was fairly dark in the closet except the small outdated lightbulb dangling above her. After a few minutes she quickly reached for her phone and called her sister. "Hello?" Andrea answered in her usual tone. "Andrea, I-I don't know if it's on the news or what but those tentacle things, they're real okay. Tentacle rabies is fucking real and they're taking over my building." "Wh-what? Oh my gaw- hold on I'm coming to get you." "No Andrea no! Alright I love you just stay away I'll just stay here and..." Lilliana fell into tears again. "No! You're not dying on me I'm coming to get you!" Andrea hung up before Lilliana could persist. Lilliana was just left in her pool of pee slowly soaking even more into her panties and skirt, her face burrowing into her hands as she fell into tears again.
  19. I'm a regular on Reddit, particularly r/nosleep, a subreddit for horror stories. This particular story (linked to the original for reference, author credit, and because upvotes matter if you're inclined to give them) was one of the ones on the front page today, and I figured it probably belonged here even though it wasn't actually written to be omorashi, as such. It was written by the Reddit user "lunakinesis", but I don't really think they're usually an omorashi fan, or if they are they don't tend to advertise it, sooooo yeah I wouldn't necessarily go running over there in a hurry to talk omo at them, lol. I'm also transcribing it here in case the original post gets lost, or anyone can't get onto Reddit for some reason. And yeah, I left the typos intact even though it made my brain kinda twitch to do so, haha...
  20. Hello everyone! I am trying my hand at an interactive tale. It will be a sort of spooky, choose your own path horror story, with omorashi incorporated situationally. I will try to incorporate actions based on the general consensus of the thread and try to meld them together. I have no art, but will try to paint a picture with words. I'll start off light. Here we go! You wake up facedown in the dirt. Wait, dirt? Standing up, you look around, wiping the mud off the knees of your pants. Its foggy. Shaking the cobwebs out of your paining head, you also realize you have no idea where you are. It appears to be a village of some sort, the street underneath you not pavement like you'd be used to back in....where? You look behind you...just more fog. You think you can make out the shapes of trees, but you're not entirely certain. Working through the shock of the moment, you take a moment to process things. You are.....You have no idea who you are. You do not know where you came from, or how you got here, or if you've been here all along. Upon trying to concentrate on remembering too hard, you get random incomprehensible flashes along with sharp stabbing pain in your skull. You look down the street. At the end of the street there are streets leading to the left, right, and further forward still. On either side of you are 3 buildings lining the street on each side, with each building being 2 stories high. The buildings on your right seem like shops, and the ones on your left seem like homes. You take a moment to glance in the window of the house on your left, through the dirt and dust, you only make out darkness. It is here you see your reflection. You're a girl. You gather this much immediately, and a very pretty one at that. Long, brown hair, porcelain skin, and big beautiful blue eyes. You feel smug about it for a moment. You're wearing gray jeans, a bit tight and a bit scruffy. You feel this is odd. You have no idea who you are, but you feel like you're a dress, skirt, or really long shirt person. You shrug it off and continue examining yourself. You have a nose piercing on the left side, a pretty stud. Rosy lipstick, and a nice big black sunhat. That combined with your black and white shirt/overshirt combo makes you feel like you were on your way somewhere nice, and that the scruffiness of the jeans might be an oddly stylistic choice. You like your style...whoever you are. In addition to this, you have some fancy black shoes on. Taking a moment to gather yourself, you notice you have a phone on you, although it is dead, and a book of matches. Now that you have taken account of everything you are, what you have, and your surroundings you ponder what to do. It is also then you realize....the village seems dead. No lights on in any of the buildings. No people. No breeze. Not even the chirp of a lone robin sailing through the sky. A chill goes through you, as you realize that although you remember nothing, in this foggy village you're pretty sure you've never felt more alone in your life. Something isn't right. Your throat is dry. You also feel hungry. These among a swirl of emotions, mostly fear. What is it you do next? Inventory: Dead phone, matches (10) Bladder: [||| ] Nearly empty. --- Hopefully this gives enough of a beginning impression of what I want to do. The rest is up to you guys. Keep in mind, there is no set rules. Go with your gut. If you come across a person, you can be nice, or you can be cruel. In certain situations, you might need to be one or the other to succeed in what you are doing at that time dry....or even alive. Death can happen in various fashions, and what results depend on said fashion. It could be game over, it could be something else. Wetting yourself isn't a game over, although there will be consequences... Don't be afraid to explore. Be unorthodox. Be creative. You just might make it out of this foggy hellhole with your wits about you. Or maybe you won't. Its up to you.
  21. Welcome everybody! Night of the Omorashi is an Interactive Story-Game with only one goal... to survive! Game/Story Mechanics As we go through the game, there will be many mechanics, but the most important ones are: Health - The lifeblood of our character. Make sure it stays above 0 though, or its game over! Stamina - As we do actions, our stamina will decrease. Be careful if it gets too low though because you will need it if you get into a pinch. Likewise, when our character sleeps or is doing nothing our stamina will increase. Bladder - Shouldn't need much explanation... it is what we are all here for after all ;). Our Maximum Capacity will vary depending on a combination of our Health, Stamina and the situation we find ourselves in... so be careful Hunger/Thirst - Throughout the story, our character will need to eat and drink! Don't worry though, By keeping this stat maintained you will be able to keep your Health, Stamina and Bladder up. In addition certain foods and drinks can provide unique bonuses! Inventory - Every game needs some sort of inventory! Our inventory is based off of slots with all the items we carry taking up a slot. These slots however are not hard limits, we can carry over them but going over will incur hits to our stamina In addition to this, this we also have several other passive mechanics and statistics which don't need to be micro-managed like the above. These will come up from time to time, but I will make sure to mention their rules every time they show up. Actions & Voting Rules As in other Interactive Stories, as we go through the plot, there will be default options to bring you give you some immediate ideas of what can be done, but ultimately everything that our character(s) do is up to you, the players. As the auther/GM I will be giving you guys enough time to debate and select what you want to do and won't begin the following sequence until either enough people have voted, a clear majority has passed, or until a set time limit. Votes will be tallied by a simple democratic majority and if you guys wish, you may even choose multiple things to do. =========================================================================================================================== =========================================================================================================================== Character Creation Like every good game, we start by creating our character. Be careful, Every option here will effect the game in some capacity either through increased/decreased capabilities or different scenarios Choice One: Difficulty Level / Bladder Capacity - Easy (High Bladder Capacity) - Medium (Moderate Bladder Capacity) - Hard (Low Bladder Capacity) Choice Two: Select our Gender - Male - Female (Recommended) Choice Three: Select our Age Range (Effects starting location) - Teen (18) (Recommended) - Adult (24) Choice Four: Select our Focus - Intelligence (Has more options available at their disposal with a higher chance of being able to successfully pull them off) - Physique (Higher Stamina and Health) Choice Five: What do we look like? - Hair Length/Style: (Short/Long) - Natural Hair Colour: (Blonde/Brunette/Red/Auburn/Black) - Eye Colour: (Blue/Brown/Green/ect) - Height: Tall/Short - Bust Size: (Large/Medium/Small) - Clothing Optional: Anything else you may want An example may be if you have a specific name you would like... maybe you want us to have a certain quirk. This choice is completely optional and is all up to you. If nobody selects anything, no worry I have defaults all planned out. - Name - Quirks - Underwear Colour - Favourite Colour - Phobias
  22. I was talking to my twin last night, Maria-Sanza (I think most of you know her on here), and she shared with my this horrifying story. I thought it would be fun to share it all with you. If you're of the squeamish type, then this isn't for you. http://chuckpalahniu...res/shorts/guts *giggles*
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