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  1. Hello friends! This is where I will be posting short-form ideas that do not expand into full fanfics. I post them in general because they're not structured/long enough to be fics, I don't think. This is my third time posting omo content online, so I'm still very new. Criticism is welcomed but please be nice about it. Also, some of this will involve sex. anyway, getting us started. so in your typical fantasy setting, elves are usually thought to be more resilient/stronger/can go longer without attending to their bodily needs than humans, right? I'm thinking of that with omo. Elven royalty training to hold for as long as possible, their poor tormented bladders swelling to the size of basketballs, even beach balls, able to hold a solid few gallons before they finally have to go. Imagine the bladder bulges, standing out firmly against their normally toned stomachs. Imagine elven royalty having perfect composure even when they've got two or three gallons of water contained in them. Now imagine them being pushed past their limits even then, sweat breaking across delicate brows, toned thighs beginning to tremble, toes beginning to curl. Imagine the quiet "... Could you please, if it's not too inconvenient, tell me where I can find a chamber pot?" when they really can't hold anymore. Imagine them being refused and faced with either finding it themselves and possibly offending their hosts or soaking delicate silks and velvets with literal gallons of pee. Or imagine the host being kind and showing them a real chamber pot, but it's just too small to hold all of their waters, and they have to try and stop their stream, wait for the servants to empty their chamber pot, then finish. Imagine them having to do that multiple times. Or maybe the host has to borrow a large bucket or cauldron or barrel for them to go into, if they value their comfort that much/are that kind. Imagine the relief when they finally do find somewhere appropriate to pee, a full five minutes of gushing and holding back moans, determined not to humiliate themselves more than they already have. Or, with average elves, human friends/lovers/co-adventurers seeing their elven compatriots' bulges for the first time, not as big as the bulges of royals of course, but still able to retain a solid gallon. Imagine how shocked and surprised they are. I bet they would probably push the elf in question to just find a tree or bush or alley or something, not to torment themselves in this way. Unless, of course, they told them to hold it more. See how big that sucker can get. Imagine an elven adventurer visiting the home of a gnome or halfling and having to hold it the whole time because the bladder size difference is so great. Imagine the gnome/halfling/fairy/other short race just telling them to go in the garden if they find out. Or imagine them lining up three to six chamber pots for them to use and the elf having to crab walk from one to the other in order to fully empty themselves Of course, your average elf probably wouldn't be as resistant to just going in the woods/garden/whatever as elven royalty, so there's more opportunities for peeing in things that aren't toilets, if you're into that like I am. Also has opportunities for hurt/comfort after a wetting, if you're into that--"I'm an elf, I'm not supposed to soil myself like this!" "Don't worry, *elf-friend's name*, even you aren't invincible, you just pushed yourself too hard. Let's get you nice and clean and we won't worry about this anymore." There are opportunities for messing, too, if you're one of those who believes elves eat a plant-based (and high in fiber) diet. Also, imagine how much a bladder bulge of a few gallons would jiggle and bounce and slosh when the elf moves. Pure torment, I bet
  2. That's more than a flood. Thanks to Lilialynx for the art

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  3. Hi! This is a story based on a drawing I saw on Reddit, although I don’t know the author, or exactly what it was based on. The user who posted it said, “I think the picture is based on the anime 'maria-sama ga miteru' their names from left to right are mizuno yoku, ogasawara sachiko and fukusawa yumi“ I completely ignored the names for this story, but Suzan would be Mizuno, Jane would be Ogasawara, and Lily would be Fukusawa (who is Jane’s sister, though somewhat optionally). [the events of this picture have not yet occurred in the story. They happen near the end. See the picture later] Skip to the story if you don’t need context. Suzan is the lady of this house, and is an inventor. She has a laboratory down in the finished basement. Jane and her little sister (or just companion) Lily work for her as maids, and the three are good friends. One day, Suzan is working on something, and ends up testing it on Jane. The end result is that Jane’s body is self-hydrating, and particularly her kidneys are super producing urine at an increasing rate. Thankfully, the effects do not inherently hurt Jane’s body at all, but they are inconvenient nonetheless for obvious reasons. Suzan feels deeply guilty, and immediately sets to work on an antidote for this new effect. While that is in the works, she quickly develops a “comfort model” diaper to help alleviate some of the inconvenience for the time being. As a safety measure she hopes she doesn’t need, Jane goes to bed in such a diaper, as Suzan continues work on the antidote. === BEGIN STORY === Jane woke up with a full bladder, but equally full nappy. “This is getting ridiculous,” she thought, as she struggled out of bed. As she did so, she noticed that majority of the pee in the diaper was still warm, and at first she though with alarm that this meant she must have wet within the past couple of minutes, and was already desperate again. But then she remembered, “Oh, right. ‘Comfort model.’” As Suzan had hoped and promised, the extra warmth retaining properties (and other features) she had engineered into the special diaper did indeed make it more comfortable after being pissed in, though an unexpected side effect was the loss of a subliminal sense of time since whenever Jane had peed herself. It quite literally felt as if she was perpetually just having wetted. Even so, she endured until after she had dressed herself, after she had washed her face, after the diaper was thrown away, and after she had dried the pee off her skin, before she finally treated herself to blissful relief on the porcelain. After all, she wasn’t the kind to put pleasure before duty, and while Jane of course normally liked weeing as much as the next maidservant, with the condition she was in, this was definitely in the pleasure category. She moaned helplessly as she quickly began pissing quite hard, ringing melodically against the toilet bowl, without letting up for about a minute and ten seconds. The last twenty seconds after that were slower, though, and she was able to regain some of her composure before she finished. With the business done, she got up to start her morning duties. It wasn’t too long into starting breakfast, however, that she realized she had forgotten to put on any panties. Oh, well. Meanwhile, six slices of bacon and six eggs were soon frying, and her bladder was soon feeling in want of a wee. “Come on,” she thought to herself, “it’s barely been ten minutes, and I already need to pee again.” “I’m done setting the table!” Lilly interrupted Jane’s thoughts. Then she noticed Jane’s legs crossing. “Um… Do you want to pee?” As a matter of fact, blankin’ right she wanted to pee. She wasn’t about to admit that in front of Lilly, though. Lilly had tended to overdramatize things in Jane’s opinion. She uncrossed her legs, and said casually, “Well, a little, but I can hold it.” This statement was about half true, and might’ve been entirely true normally, but considering the current state Jane was in, the idea that the urge would remain “a little” for long was highly optimistic. “Okay. Just be ready in case of an emergency, alright?” “Alright,” Jane answered, feeling Lilly was acting a bit silly. She wasn’t about to have an accident like a three-year-old. The condition was mostly… annoying, that was it, annoying. She didn’t need babying from her sister. She pressed her legs together again. This was particularly annoying. Jane put the eggs and bacon into serving dishes, and Lilly brought them to the table while Jane went to wake up Suzan. She resisted the temptation to scissor walk up the stairs to Suzan’s bedroom, but mostly because it would either drastically slow her down or make it very hard to balance. The urge to pee was becoming very strong indeed. Arriving at Suzan’s bedroom, she knocked gently on the door. “Suzan?” Nothing. She opened it a bit, and called again. “Suzan?” Still nothing, so she stepped inside. The bed was empty. “Oh, of course,” Jane sighed, and went back down the stairs (!), to the basement made laboratory door, and peeked in. There was Suzan, wearing her lab coat over her evening dress from the night before, slumped over the table. “Suzan?” Jane whispered loudly, but to no avail. She had hoped she wouldn’t have to descend yet another flight of stairs, but descend she did, and gently shook Suzan awake. “Ooh, what time is it?” The lady of the house said slowly. “It’s, uh, 7:24, in the morning. Breakfast is ready,” Jane answered, now standing firmly on one foot. Suzan glanced at the items scattered around her workspace. “Oh, good. I wasn’t dreaming that part. Well, there’s still more to do, but… *yawn* …I think I finally have a cure in the works for, um, what I did to you yesterday.” She glanced nervously at Jane’s bladder. “I’m really sorry about that. It m-must have been horribly inconvenient…” Suzan was not one to get emotional, but it had been one of her first human tests, and ironically what had caused the problem was the antidote to the initial experiment. She had tested it on Guinea pigs first, of course, but then who expects a Guinea pig to moderate where and when it pees? “Suzan,” Jane looked her straight in the eye, “it’s all right. I’ll be fine! You did the best you could. I forgive you.” “*Sniff* Thank you,” Suzan answered, and the two embraced. “Jane? Suzan? If you don’t come soon, the eggs are going to get cold!” Lily called from the kitchen. Suzan hung up her lab coat, quickly rinsed her face (which Jane was not quick enough to avoid witnessing, to her dismay. Why did laboratory sinks have to sound so tinkly when water splashed in them?), and the two headed upstairs. Sitting down at the table, Jane really was in a desperate state. She was now very much aware that she wasn’t wearing any panties, and the non-water-retaining cushion on her chair (Suzan’s work, and one of her favorite inventions so far) seemed to be begging her, “Piss me, piss me wet soaked with piss, please! It won’t hurt a thing.” She couldn’t argue. Everything in the house that wasn’t absolutely separate from the laboratory had been spill-proofed, including the composite floor. She could probably piss a few bushels before it would hurt anything, if not more. Bad time to think of that. A small spurt escaped onto the cushion. Her bladder had hit maximum, and Jane was losing control, fast. “No!” she thought, “I will go to the b… place on my own time. I’m finishing breakfast first.” Thankfully, she only had two bites of eggs left. One bite, one half… Done. She picked up her dishes as a pretense. Even now, she didn’t want to admit a loss of control, although one was undeniably looming. “*Swallow* I, uh, I’ll go w-wash this up in the kitche-AAAAH, AHH!” At the mention and thought of the warm, soapy water on her hands, Jane’s sphincter quite emphatically decided that it had had enough. She began pissing hard, and fell helplessly back into the turned-away chair, dropping the plate and spoon onto the floor (thankfully, the plate did not break). She tried to stop the flow, and even to get up and run to the bathroom, but her bladder was too exhausted to cooperate. Suzan immediately got up to help her, but quickly realized there was not much she could do. So instead, she took Jane’s hand, and began to comfort her, “It’s okay, Jane, it’s okay. Don’t hurt yourself. You did a good job. Just let it all fly away. It won’t hurt the floor. Just let yourself pee.” For about two seconds, Jane debated as to wether she should follow Suzan’s advice: It was so counterintuitive. But, Suzan was probably correct, and she was the lady of the house, so Jane relaxed. Almost immediately, her peeing became extremely pleasurable. She was peeing harder and harder, more than she ever had before in her life. She was blushing, panting, and moaning from the sensation. She was still holding weakly onto Suzan’s hand for some reason, a seeming last touch with familiar reality as her urethra was taking her round the moon and back. Suzan wasn’t sure what Jane’s various exclamatory sounds meant, so she asked, “Are you okay?” Jane threw her head back, and moaned, “Yeeeees…!” Susan blushed herself, and hunched a bit from happy embarrassment. At least something good was coming of the accident yesterday. Jane went back to observing her stream, and the puddle she was making. It was hardly believable! [picture occurs here] Meanwhile, Lily had also gotten up to comfort Jane, but, like Suzan, was now staring in amazement as Jane continued to power piss, far surpassing what her bladder could’ve possibly been carrying to start with. Although it seemed like stream would eventually be proven finite, Jane certainly wasn’t going to be done any time soon, and she didn’t want to be done yet, either.
  4. Hey all! This story was a story started by user BurstingBunnie, called The Urges of Ember the Dragoness, the link for it is here: I highly recommend you read the first two chapters of this story before reading this one for context. I decided to add my own interpretation and conclusion for the story, as this one has not been updated in three years, and was left on a bit of a cliffhanger. This interpretation, should the author return to the original story, is considered "non-canon". The author's version, obviously, should supersede this interpretation, and I welcome the author to return to this story to finish it, or make another story with the same idea or characters. Personally, I really enjoyed the unique setting and scale of Ember, I might return to Ember and the idea of dragon omorashi since I had fun writing this so much. Now, without further ado, her is my interpretation for the final part of The Urges of Ember the Dragoness! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (4,471 words total) Ember exerted her flying strength to the best of her abilities, but could only feel all the liquid in her swollen abdomen slosh downwards and stretch her belly. Her poor bladder, weighing the tons and tons, was a weight too much for even her strength. And she was one of the strongest and fastest fliers of any dragoness. Male dragons were typically far superior in strength and speed to their female counterparts, but nevertheless, she was able to compete with most of the males on the off chance they came into contact. The humans had seen the futile act of flight Ember had displayed, and the Doomsday preachers took notice, and Ember's sympathizers grew weary, but many were compassionate. The Doomsdayers called for war on Ember, as fear took a hold of their agenda. Many more humans grew understanding of their cause and joined in the rally, drowning out the rally of Ember’s supporters. The Doomsdayers hurled aggressions at poor Ember, and some started throwing stones at her. Her scales were plenty tough enough to outlast the thrown rocks - any dragon’s would - but nonetheless it filled her with sadness to see the village turn on her that she put in so much effort and desperation to save. Ember considered trying to stand and walk away from the village and find a place to finally relieve her immense burden, slowly and urgently sloshing inside her huge bladder walls. However, she was afraid to move. The pressure on her poor urethra was beyond immense, implicitly applying it's pressure to her reproductive system, figuratively, as in the arousal from all the pressure, but also literally, as her G-spot ached and begged for something to be put inside it. As she clenched her huge dragon paws on her lower lips, she only just noticed how soaking wet she was. Her juices oozed out of her in preparation for a potential mate to thrust inside of her as she held on to her bladder's payload, moaning and growing as it pushed against her needy pussy and g-spot, only for her to release it all as she came, with enough energy as she roared to create winds to shake homes and trees. Oh… how badly she needed to piss and orgasm everywhere. A thought crossed her mind… Damn these humans, they are but an insignificant species to the might of dragons. The world and time would forget them, and in dragon age, they were mere toddlers. The urge to succumb to her needs mounted. Who in the world would care for a few generations of self-centered humans of one village?... …Ember did. As much as her body begged her to think of herself, even a dragoness such as herself could not bear the guilt of drowning innocent creatures in such a gruesome way. Ember mustered up her strength, wincing and grimacing as she uncrossed her legs. The townspeople quit their squabbling and took notice, nervous in anticipation whether their town was to be drenched in their fiery prophecy. Ember planted her feet, her voluptuous, sexy dragoness body on full display to the town. She blushed red as she knew her soaked, needy pussy lips were being exposed to the whole town, but she had to persevere. She began to stand, her huge bladder bulge again weighing her down. She felt like she drank -and processed- her entire weight in liquid, as she was a big and proud dragoness. The pressure was immense. Tears welled up I'm her eyes as she slowly continued her ascent. Her entire contents pushed down on her urethra and applied the most intense pressure on her G-spot and reproductive system as a whole. Her vision grew blurry as her heart raced and grew light headed. But she was almost there. She was about to click her knees into a fully standing position, standing high above the town… But Ember leaked. She moaned from the pressure, but it sounded like a roar to the townsfolk. A drop, at least a drop to Ember, dripped from her quivering urethra. However this drop was in actuality several gallons of hot piss. It splashed on the ground, creating a small crater and sprayed anyone too close. Ember immediately collapsed from her own weight, digging her paws into her crotch and falling straight on her huge, curvy dragoness ass. The impact of her ass on the ground sent another leak spurting out of her bladder, to be caught by her paw. The impact sent shockwaves equivalent to small earthquakes throughout the village, and its inhabitants were in full panic mode, thinking the dragon they catered so well for was going to finally flood their poor settlement in a blaze of piss. Ember gritted her sharp teeth and clenched her crotch and its respective muscles as much as she could. Her abdomen sloshed and wiggled up and down from the sudden impact, similar to that of a ball impacting the ground and rebounding skyward. The pressure, again, was unbearable. Ember's breath was heavy, with tears in her eyes, clenching down with more force than she ever had to before. The townsfolk that ran to their homes and braced for the waves of amber, started to reemerge at the lack of such. They carefully looked around and back up at the clearly struggling Ember. She felt incredibly weak. Nothing and no one was able to best her strength, but now she was squirming and quivering from her own bladder, it visibly sloshing back and forth as she squirmed, her ass creating a stark imprint in the ground as she wiggled her thick ass into it. Damn it… she thought to herself. She was better than this. She is better than this. She needed to regain her composure. And so, she took a large breath, and consolidated her might to her sore and exhausted pelvic muscles, to recover some semblance of control over herself. Which after some doing, finally took place. She exhaled after what felt like hours… which probably was a few hours it took the recompose herself. She didn't even have to hold herself by her puffy, hot nethers anymore, but she still sit with her dragon thighs squished together with enough force to turn the largest oak trees into splinters. The village decided they needed to figure out what to do next. A threat seemed to loom over them, an unprecedented threat that seemed unavoidable and could not be moved. A meeting was held in the town square, and the most intellectual thinkers and leaders gathered and spoke to the nervous crowd, who glanced at the quivering, squirming dragoness from time to time. The meeting described some solutions that could be taken, but people were split on both the urgency and how much they should invest in a solution. One member suggested they cut their losses and evacuate the city to become the domain of the dragon. Ember, who was able to hear the meeting thanks to supernatural senses. Agreed wholeheartedly, but still felt bad about destroying the homes and lives of the village people. To her dismay, the village was unwilling to leave, and it reflected in the public opinion. Another suggested digging a huge hole so the dragon could relieve herself. More libertarian villagers adamantly opposed, unwilling to devote the time and resources to such a project. Another side stated the logistical concern of how big to make it, and what would the village do with a massive lake, tens of thousands of gallons, with stinking yellow dragon piss. It was ultimately shot down, similarly to an idea to transport Ember the thousands of miles to an ocean via a giant "cart". Another idea sprung forth suggesting that large buckets be used, drawn by horses, to incrementally let Ember empty a little of her bladder over time, to be dumped at a discreet location. Immediately the idea was called into question: "What if the dragon couldn't control her stream?" Ember herself had faith but not certainty she could prevent that from happening. Ember watched in anticipation as the wheels of democracy slowly turned. And slow and aggravating they were. Suggestions turned to arguments, arguments into insults. Ember bounced and jiggled her legs and wiggled her butt. She rolled her eyes at the inefficiency of humans. If dragons had a disagreement, over space or a hoard for example, it all came down to a matter of strength in a battle, sometimes to the death. Although uncommon, these battles were devastating, destroying whole forests and turning hills into mountains from the scars of battle. At least it was more concise than the systems humans put in place. Finally, after hours of discussion, with the sun setting and Ember's bladder continuing to apply its immense pressure, every jiggle of her bulge sending shivers down her spine, and every pulse of her nether region sending arousal to her brain, a conclusion was reached. A more conservative group emerged that wished to keep efforts and costs low, and they proposed engineering a "plug" to keep the dragon's bladder at bay, until the next generations, which they agree to be more advanced and resourceful, can deal with the needs of the dragon. The general public seemed to like this approach, and little opposition was present. Ember was aghast at the idea and blushed red at the thought of the humans inserting a plug into her dragonhood… But her interest was piqued. How well could a human invention stand to the might of a dragon and her bladder? And if it did, the thought of having her bladder be plugged and test her limits was tantalizing. Perhaps, as the mantra goes, dragons can hold forever. She could be the first dragon to have some so, and holding could take this already immense pressure on her reproductive organs and make her sexual endeavors that much more blissful. She could only imagine the feeling of finding another strong, powerful dragon of the opposite sex, bending her over, and fucking her senseless as he presses his scaly organ deep into her, pushing and prodding her bladder's walls, making her feel a great matter of sensual pleasure, making her roar and moan, perhaps even spit fire as she has done in the past. And when all was said and done, the dragon would cum hundreds and hundreds of gallons straight into her womb, filling her up much like her bladder has filled her thus far. She would cum along with him, roaring loud enough to shear the leaves off of trees and uproot them with the boom of her orgasm, that would send both shakes down her body and the Earth. Or… or she could find a guild of male dragons, and submit to them, letting them do whatever they please to her and her bladder, all without spilling a single drop of her payload. They could make her drink, push on her, even engulf her in their fire or be used solely as a vessel for their sexual desires, covering her and filling her up with their semen. She prayed to be used as such until her next hibernation, or even past that. She also thought of touring the world for other dragonesses, and challenging them to a contest of strength regarding their bladders. They could drink entire lakes and seas and see which would be the first to release their bladders of thousands of gallons of piss. Ember might be cheating with the plug, but her bladders sheer tenacity would earn respect on its own. Perhaps it could train her to hold those loads on her own. Having won a contest, Ember could get the dragoness to submit to her, and she could have a harem of desperate (she would forbid them from relieving themselves, of course) dragonesses for her exploitation, and her sexual pleasure whenever she needed it. Her mind wandered to a great variety and quantity of sexual fantasies. Her paws snaked their way down to her crotch to grab a hold of herself, the pressure of her bladder mounting ever so prominently, but also to very gently rub her clit, being nearly the size of a person. She cooed softly at the sensual touch and her runaway arousal as her dreams went wild envisioning the great fun and pleasure she could have. Her daydreaming went on for some time. Her tongue lolled out and her eyes squint closed and she caressed, squeezed, and rubbed her horribly needy clit. However, the feeling lasted for only what appeared to be a short while, as the rays of the sun and the murmurs of the town awoke her. She opened her eyes, it was morning now, she must have been daydreaming those lewd thoughts all night. The cluster of town inhabitants stood within very close proximity to her crotch, her quivering pussy in full view of them. She blushed horribly as they motioned up and down and talked amongst themselves. The group all looked fairly smart, Ember thought it might have been a group of the village’s smartest people to address their problem. She remembered the town's idea of a plug, and she couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed but also excited for its “installation”. The members of the group reached a consensus, it seemed, and motioned a group to come forward. Out came a large wagon, with a completely peeled and sanded tree trunk, just big enough to fit her urethra, it would seem, carried by a number of peasants. Ember grew flushed as she could feel herself sweat. The anticipation was also making her need much more precedent. She tried to avoid covering herself, but curled her toes and clenched her teeth keeping her flood at bay. The wagon had reached its destination, right at the level of her urethral opening. Ember breathed deep and heavy breaths as she tried to maintain her composure. She could tell just by looking at it, that the trunk was still definitely too big to fit, at least conventionally. However, she only just noticed how slick and wet she still was around her crotch. Her pussy was soaking wet with her teasing and self-indulgence and daydreaming, which extended to her urethral opening, serving as a lubricant, making the opening slick and slippery. Some of the men jumped on the wagon, and began pulling and stretching her urethra’s opening. “Mmmmmf!!~” She barely contained a moan and rolled her eyes back in pleasure. Her poor peehole was so sensitive and sore from her endeavors that the human’s tiny hands sent amazing sensations to her brain. They could barely get a grip to pull it open, as it was so well-lubricated. Some other men began to push the end of the trunk into her urethra while the others held it open. It prodded the opening, sending more sensations of pleasure and anticipation within Ember. She gripped her scally thighs as the nipples on her breasts began to harden like boulders. The men began to very slowly push the trunk inside her. Ember was in pure bliss, she felt she was on the verge of cumming violently from all these feelings. She pinched and twisted her right nipple as she clenched her left thigh with intense strength. The more they pushed, the more Ember began to reach the tipping point of releasing her pent up sexual need. She could feel herself getting closer… and closer… and closer… She could feel it, that burning release she had been craving for over a millenia… It was right there… just… a bit… more… But the townsfolk stopped pushing the trunk. It was now solidly in her puffy, quivering urethra, and felt no need to keep pushing. “No! Please! Keep pushing! I’m so close!”. Ember was desperate and enraged that she was so near her release. The pressure to orgasm and to piss the volume of lakes was immense, and the trunk exacerbated both, but now it wasn’t enough to please her. Ember could only sigh in disappointment. But in the meantime, the village revoiced. They felt they were victorious in the threat over their settlement, providing a strong but temporary solution to their problem, to be solved by their future generations. Ember was less certain of the plug’s durability. She felt that if she pushed even a little hard, or made one wrong move, or God forbid: orgasm, it would shoot out as a projectile and drown the village in their prophecy, providing Ember with the intense relief and satisfaction she desperately craved, but was ultimately not worth taking the innocent lives of thousands of humans. She decided to let the humans have their victory. At the very least, she would not have the threat of leaking under normal circumstances. Despite the added assurance, Ember decided not to take any unnecessary risks by standing or walking, with flying now an impossibility. She made herself comfortable in the patch of land she had been sitting in for the past couple days. It had been a few weeks now, and Ember was still holding on tight, with her new lid firmly on the overflowing bottle of her bladder. Her belly extended so far she couldn’t see the top half of her thighs. The pressure of her bladder of many lakes pushed on all aspects of her body immensely. The rainy season’s rains only added to her pressure. On some days a downpour would torrent on Ember. If the torrents happened while she slept, her dreams were filled with the thoughts of those rains adding each and every drop to her ginormous capacity. It could be said with certainty, that Ember held the most any dragon, nay, any thing has ever held before. And Ember loved it. The pressure on her urethra, on her body, on her libido, everywhere pressure could be felt, it was there, and she loved it all. Liquid sloshed inside of her, bouncing her belly back and forth, up and down as she moved every so slightly. Despite her bladder’s condition, she still craved more. During the downpours she would open her jaws to the sky and inhale more and more of the rain’s water, adding perhaps another couple hundred, if not thousands, of gallons of liquid to her gargantuan tank. Not because she was thirsty, but just so she could see just how far she could go. She had been slowly and secretly playing with herself those weeks as well, she was so incredibly sensitive from all the pressure, that just by touching her clit she risked orgasming everywhere and releasing her contents all over the village. She regrettably remained mostly abstinent from her indulgence, but it was truly starting to weigh on her. And she truly, truly, needed to pee. Even as the dragon montra goes, with dragons never needing to pee and all, Ember had to admit to herself that after drinking perhaps an oceans worth of water, it was only a matter of time before she would burst everywhere. The tree trunk that had remained in her urethra for all those weeks was beginning to loosen, the pressure slowly working it out of her. Yet, the townspeople took no notice or care in Ember, despite her plainly obvious condition. They had no understanding, so they remained blissfully unaware of the impending doom they thought they had solved for the time being. Ember put a paw on her belly, it was completely firm. It had no give, and now, no more room to expand. By this point, there was little she could do but try to hold back the inevitable. She clawed at her crotch to try to push the plug far enough into her urethra, to no avail: the pressure slid it back out just after she would push it back in, every time. She breathed heavily, just trying her absolute hardest to remain in control that was slowly slipping from her. But on this Spring afternoon, something felt a bit off to Ember. As a dragoness, she was notably in touch with her surroundings, even in her desperate state. She could feel the ground shake, and it felt as if something was… moving, no, churning inside of the Earth. Suddenly, the churning sensation started to turn to a slight rumble. Uh oh. Ember recognized almost immediately what was going on. She has been on this Earth for many eras and witnessed many of these events. The rumble grew stronger, the people of the village looked around in confused concern. And then, the Earth began to shake. The shaking sensation was much felt by Ember’s bladder, her firm abdomen sloshing back and forth as the ground shook. She clawed her crotch, barely able to reach it around her hugely distended belly. The shaking grew more and more in intensity, people fled to their homes, screaming and panicking. Suddenly, a cracking boom was heard all over the village. It came from the mountain that Ember used to call her den. The mountain was beginning to collapse in on itself! The mountain imploded, as suddenly huge clouds of ash began to erupt out of the side of the mountain. No doubt about it, the large mountain that Ember called her den was actually a dormant volcano! It explains why the mountain’s insides were nice and warm, she thought. The implosion opened a crater inside the mountain, and hot magma began pouring out and flowing quickly towards the village! Ember had seen eruptions before, but this volcano had produced the most magma she had ever seen, it would absolutely drown the village in fiery death no sooner than a minute! Ember knew what she had to do. Perhaps on instinct, perhaps due to her absolutely insanely desperate need, she made up her mind to save the village, once again. But first she had to position herself between the village and the flow. The magma flow was approaching the East side of the village; she was at the North. She would have to stand and move in order to meet it, and fast. As quickly as she could, she began to stand up, her bladder violently protesting ,trying to release several leaks as she moved. She grew light headed from standing up so fast, and moaned at the sensation. She still had her paws firmly in her crotch. She paced over to the East side, her staggered steps ringing thuds that shook the Earth. Her bladder tried to spurt and release its contents at every step. Her bladder had enough, it wanted out. Ember managed to reach the East side of the village perimeter, the flow advancing strongly towards her, the heat of the lava warming her where she stood. Her bladder was pushing with incredible force, Ember’s vision grew fuzzy as she breathed very heavily. The tree trunk that was stuffed into her uterus was slipping out, and splintering from the force it had kept at bay for so long. This is it, Ember knew exactly what she had to do. She fell down on her thick rump, laid back, legs spread, and pushed with all her strength. The tree trunk flew out like a projectile, and the frothing, boiling piss, trapped in her for millennia from before her hibernation, sprayed out in a similar fashion. Ember roared violently at the pleasure and satisfaction she experienced, and immediately dug her paw onto her clit, to which it took only a few strong strokes for her to orgasm the most amazing and violent orgasm she had ever experienced. The piss poured out like the strongest waterfall on Earth, and cooled and hardened the lava, stopping it in its tracks! The piss misted into the air on contact with the magma, so there was no risk of Ember flooding the valley of the village. Ember’s piss and sustained orgasm lasted for hours, all the liquid inside of her taking its time to come out, but still shot out with such incredible force it could carve a canyon into the hardest rock. Ember was in pure bliss. The only thing that could make it better was a giant dragon cock being stuffed inside her as she released, but she could hardly complain. But as the day turned to evening, Ember’s torrential waterfall turned into a river, then to a stream, then to a trickle, then nothing at all. The volcano had similarly emptied its contents, the magma hardened into a unique obsidian that shined a glossy black. Ember felt weak and limp, but was completely, totally satisfied. Her breath was heavy, and she was tired. But eventually, she mustered her strength to look back at the village she had saved. They looked at her, utterly flabbergasted, but erupted into cheers and celebration at their savior, once again. The prophecy came true, somewhat, but the boiling yellow rivers were to save their village, not to destroy it. A celebration bigger than the last was held, with more partying, drinking, and even praying and blessing the dragoness, as to some, she was a goddess. Ember was flattered, but was too exhausted to do much of anything else. The same as before, she was offered expensive wine and the best animals the farms could slaughter for her consumption, which she accepted gracefully. She once again drank a strong amount of alcohol and other beverages, which made its way through her tired kidneys and to her battle-scarred bladder. But she could hardly care, she was so exhausted. She dozed off to sleep as the partying continued into the night. Ember awoke to the whole town bowing and praying to her. As a sign of good fortune, they continued their offerings, but Ember knew she had overstayed her welcome, by some time. She felt much lighter, shedding perhaps her entire body weight in urine. She felt flight come back to her as easy as ever, and her stomach, still bloated as it was recovering, was much, much smaller. Ember bowed back to the village, which gave one last hurrah back to Ember. She beat her wings, and began to take off to the skies, to explore the world once more after her hibernation, seeking the company of other dragons, particularly male ones - despite her pleasure, she wouldn’t feel totally fulfilled without something extra. She flew a thousand miles, before coming across a lake and feeling thirsty, to which she gulped nearly half its volume. Her belly full of liquid, she took to the sky, this weight meaning little to her by now. She flew another couple thousand miles, before reaching a shoreline over a massive ocean. The sight of all that water made Ember start to feel the very first urges of needing to piss, rather unprecedented being so soon after her immense relief. Ember ignored the urge, and continued to fly over the ocean, opting to hold it. The End
  5. So just a small story not much desperation just mostly set up, I am very interested in monster girls, English isn't my first Language so its gonna be rough. “I would say I am a generous man, but look at me now and what I am doing. I suppose if she said she would do anything to repay me then who am I to deny her” a 160 year old man said to himself as he walked deep into a red wood forest. Jackson was a rather tall and pale elf. He was dressed in attire made for being in the deep forest but clearly he screamed wealth and power. However he was a humble man who has done many kind acts with his money. Today he was on his way to see one of the people who he assisted. “Wonder what is taking her so long, I did mention that I would be here when the sun is at the highest in the sky. I hope nothing dreadful has happened to the poor young lady” he once again said to himself as he sat down on a rock taking in his surroundings. Their meeting spot was in this clearing in the forest, marked with a few fallen trees. Suddenly the ground began to shake periodically, this didn’t surprise him as he looked towards where the tremors were coming from. Suddenly this gigantic woman appeared out of the forest give or take was about 22m tall (75ft). She is a fair skinned woman with a very aggressive feel about her, and she has a large scar on her left cheek. She has messy brown hair that is about shoulder length with jellyfish-blue eyes. Her attire is a tattered gray two-piece clothing that is stitched together and dirty. She was barefoot and had a rather angry expression and was about 54 years old, when she saw Jackson her expression softened up. “Is something the matter you looked quite upset for a second there, if I didn’t know you I would have been terrified” he jokingly said to Demi. She would respond with a slight giggle and carefully walked towards him, reached down to pick him up and placed him in the palm of her hand. “Look old man, it's not easy living out here, I just failed a hunt and I’m bummed out. Sorry for being late sometimes I get lost in the hunt” she said as a matter of fact to him. He just dismissively waved and chuckled. “It's alright, I get your struggles believe me and old man?” he once again chuckled “For my race I’m merely a child and for you well you're just a baby” he jokingly retorted. “Shut it old man, would a baby be this big?” she snapped back playfully at him. “Let's get down to business. I owe you my life and you gave me a second chance at it, I have to repay you. I know you have all the wealth you would ever need but surely there is something I can offer. You figured something out since you came, right? “ she pleaded with him. He would sign a bit and know she was a bit right, what could a Giant offer to him a rich Elf. Truth be told this took him weeks to build up enough courage to even consider this repayment. “As we both know Giants are rare and you are rather large for your kind as well, I would like to just gather data on you” he muttered out quickly. “You're not gonna make me a lab rat are you?” she looked at him with a bit of skepticism, with those words she was slightly regretting this but would wait to see what else he would say. He took a deep breath and resumed. “No it's quite simple, it's just an endurance test, I want to see your limits and slowly chart how they grow with you. You're much larger than most Giants I have seen and you're only in your 50s when your race has been known to live thousands of years.” he stated as a matter of fact. “Oh that is it? You wanna see how fast or strong I am at my best? Prepare to be impressed. I will not disappoint my kind.`` Now she was fired up but this motivation would waver once Jackson said this. “We will tackle those things on a later date, today’s limit test will be to see how long you can avoid going to the bathroom” he said this phrase quickly, and her expression went from happy to confused. This was not the type of test she was expecting but in her mind this is a limit, truth be told she didn’t know due to just going wherever she wanted in the forest. “Uhh all right? You do know it may take a long time for that to happen…but I don’t know my limits there. What a weird first test but easy enough. So should I go now then?” she said pointing towards the forest. Jackson nodded and he was placed on the ground. “So what about you old man gonna camp out here or want to hang out with me?” she said looking down at him, even though she towered over the elf he was in control with this arrangement. “For the sake of you not cheating I will accompany you on what you do daily. I can use this to record more data” he responded. “Pffft your funeral old man, hope you can keep up with the wilderness” she said dismissively as she walked out of view to pop a squat. Having had some manners due to being associated with Jackson but had no issues with peeing in the forest, not like any toilet would fit her. She didn’t need to go as much but with the deed being done she would walk back to Jackson who was writing down a few notes. “Already taking notes?” she would ask to pick him up and placed him on her shoulder, with that would begin to walk her usual route. “Of course I am, and the first one is I’m glad you still have manners even if you act like a savage” he teased her, which she responded by sticking her tongue out at him then. The rest of the day went without a hitch, bad for her since there were no other large creatures showing up for her to hunt down. Annoyed, she would simply fill her stomach up with water from rivers. This is something she would normally do if her hunts fail and for once it was relevant to the task at hand. “It has been about 13 hours since you went, can you describe what you're feeling?” he said as he took out a pen and notebook, which she scoffed at. “Look unlike you smaller creatures, a few hours of not going is nothing to me, I do not feel a thing. While you made me stop like 2 times I can keep going. Just to prove a point” she would resume drinking river water, large amounts even for her. After about a few minutes of drinking she would fall back on her butt and let out a loud belch, rubbing her now swollen stomach.” Ugh I may have overdone it feeling like crap now” “You know that was not necessary but who am I to stop you” he said as he was buried in his notebook. “Why not rest up so you can be ready for hunting at night potentially, running around with a stomach like that will surely make you vomit” he suggested. She glared at him but he was right, feeling sick and would cause her to move sluggish. Those words caused her to just lay down where she was and closed her eyes. This shocked Jackson, a Giant who took his advice when it came to moving about in the forest, taking note of this he would climb up high in the trees and get up a small camp there. He would open up a book and use this to pass the time and look over the notes he took. It would be about 24 hours ever since Demi took a piss all the water she had drunk since then sloshed inside her cavernous bladder, however it didn’t make a dent in it. At some point during the night she had gotten up having heard a large creature nearby, now fully recovered her skills would take hold. Jackson was fast asleep when she did this and would wake up to a nice surprise. It was morning and Jackson woke up, having a wonderful night's rest. He may be a rich posh elf but his roots are always the forest so he felt right at home. Looking down was shocked to see Demi who was slowly eating a gigantic snake, she would wave up at him. “Well well looks like your hunt worked out. I must say I am impressed” he praised her and caused her to blush. “Now do you still feel anything based on my sense of time? It's been 32 hours any creature would be begging for mercy at this point” he teased her. “Look this is really nothing old man I hope you have no plans for anything you may be here for days!” she said with a grin “As a matter of fact!” she placed down her meal and would drink a bit more water. Unknown to Jackson she would shudder slightly as her bladder was filled with 32 hours worth of piss. This was an unknown feeling to her while not urgent drinking water made the need spike. “What?! Already this is silly I shouldn’t be even feeling this!” she thought to herself. “So shall we carry about your day? After I get some of your food?” he pleaded with her as he climbed down, snake meat is something he hasn’t had in a while. “Yeah sure” she said while looking down slightly at her stomach, it wasn’t swollen at all but unknown to her it would reach a point she didn’t think was possible.
  6. (Hey all, this is a story I've been brainstorming for quite some time. I hope to take this one to a good length and that you'll all enjoy this little personal project! That being said, some details should be given about this story to gauge your interest as a reader. This story contains excessive, unrealistic, and near or plainly impossible bladder holding and body standards often referred to as "hyper". The story is merely an exaggeration of real life, and should be treated as nothing more than a fun story. This story also has rather intense scenes of male and female lust and sex, including full bladder sex. If the idea of sex and sexual themes, beit inside or outside the context of omorashi, make you uncomfortable, this story is probably not for you. Feedback is always appreciated. Ideas for the story and constructive criticism is always appreciated! Without further ado, please enjoy the story! -OrionsBelt) Chapter I: Local Bar, Saturday, 1:48AM Avalynn emptied her third and final drink of the night as she sat at the bar. She could start to feel herself feel the effects of it's alcohol content. The cocktails are by no means weak, but she had a rather strong tolerance built from her college days. She sighed in disappointment. It's been another day without a man to take home to fulfill her primitive needs. She even got all dressed up for it. She was by all means an attractive woman: she was on the short side, but her chest, rump, thighs, and hips were plump enough to show off, which she did with a black mini-skirt and a low cut blouse to accentuate her busty cleavage. She even went the extra mile to wear a pretty skimpy thong to please anybody lucky enough to get a peek. She twirled her brown wavy bangs, and looked around the room one last time. It was late on a Friday night, it seemed everyone in the bar was minding their own business, partying and celebrating the end of the week and the start of the weekend. No one seemed interested in hooking up, despite a few looks of speculation at her eye candy. Closing time was soon, the bar was pretty much empty by now, but something else was not. A lurch from her bladder forced her attention. She wasn't necessarily thin: she had a bit of chub on her belly, but her bladder created a noticeable bump in her abdomen beyond that, that stretches the waistband of her mini skirt. It was about time, Ava thought to herself. She had been holding for a day and a half, and only now did her bladder start to give a strong response. One and a half days of holding back her urine would seem beyond realistic to exceeding impossible, but it was fairly normal for Avalynn. Despite her rather small frame, she was blessed with a bladder that could stretch and contort better than any contortionist. She could easily hold for days, but just as anyone else, she had a limit, even if that limit was bewilderingly high for anyone of a "normal bladder", as Ava would often put it. Yes, she found a sense of pride in her unique ability, she scoffed at the idea of using a bathroom that wasn't her own, and she would often tease her friends in college about how badly they needed to pee all the time. Ah, she missed those days. Nevertheless, her bladder desired her attention, although, knowing herself, she knows she could hold on for a fair bit longer, perhaps until the morning and then some, making it well into two days of holding. Her best was roughly three and a half days of torturous holding, after she made it a personal challenge to not relieve herself on a camping trip with her family 5 years ago when she was 18. That was certainly tough, especially with the heat causing her to drink plenty to stay hydrated. She recollected on her hold of the past day and a half. She woke up on Thursday with a very strong urge to piss having held for another two days beforehand. She decided to relieve herself upon getting out of bed, doing so over the course of several minutes. This was just another natural occurrence for her: her bladders extreme elasticity and strength allowed liters upon liters of liquid to flow through her like a hot knife through butter. Her "metabolism" for liquid is seemingly very strong, as it seems everything that goes in is quickly transformed into a near equal amount of urine in her bladder. Not to worry, she still receives some good hydration and nutrients from anything she drinks, no matter how much of it is filtered through to her capacious tank in her abdomen. The rest of her Thursday went as to be expected for a work day. Avalynn works at a design firm as a promising designer herself, but is still stuck with mostly busywork given her lack of experience, having just finished her degree the Spring semester last year. The AC in the old building was having some issues, so Ava spent her workday drinking plenty of water and iced tea on the warm Spring day. It wasn't too bad for her, but she felt for the guys wearing long pants today; she was only mildly warm in her professional but short skirt and blouse. Work otherwise went smoothly, she went home, ate dinner, browsed the internet, and went to sleep... Just a normal day for Ava. Except... There was another aspect of Avalynn that is more than meets the eye other than her gargantuan bladder capacity. Ava had a fantastic and relentless libido. Yes, it seemed ever since her teen years she was as easy to bring to heat as an egg in a spitting hot pan. She would often bring several pairs of panties to work or out on the town just in case she drenched the ones she was currently wearing. In fact, it was mostly the reason she wore what was basically a thong tonight; it was less likely to chaff her legs as it got wet with her juices. And that night, just as any night, morning, day, or afternoon, her panties were sopping wet with her lust. Oh, how badly she wanted to hook up tonight, and feel a deep hard cock feeling up her insides... Errr, excuse me... Any given day, right after she wakes up, right after she gets home from work, and right before she goes to bed, she needs a way to relieve herself of her lust. Sometimes if she has time, she'll even try to squeeze a session to relieve herself before she leaves for work, and during or after dinner. On some desperate occasions she even did it in the company restroom. - Not relieving herself of any burden of her bladder, of course. Unfortunately for poor Ava, she could never feel truly satisfied from her attempts at relief even with toys and the best "self-help" books and materials, she craved something big and warm inside her. - Besides her bladder. Anyway, Friday. Wake up, go to town on herself, and go to work. This Friday was especially fortunate, as the office had landed a big long-term client, and the office was in celebration. Plenty of drinks, food, and good times were had. Ava in particular succumbed to the seduction of her favorite drinks of lemonade and Cola, drinking what seemed to be liters and liters of the sweet drinks, along with the coffee and water she would normally drink. By this point Ava's bladder, having held on for more than a day, was rather needy in its requests to excuse itself. Ava enjoyed the feeling of a slowly filling bladder, knowing at some point she would be able to spill all of its contents for minutes on end, providing her with the best satisfaction she could feel without the aid of some male organs. Mmm... It sure would feel good though... After drinking her weight in sugar drinks and water, Ava's other needs called to her at the end of the work day. She decided "What the hell?" and go out looking for someone to hook up with, something she hasn't done since her early college days. She hasn't had the best of luck with them in the past, but her attempts at relieving her libido continued to grow more and more tiresome and less satisfying, so she had to mix it up a bit. And here she was, after spending the good part of 6 hours trying to look cute and sexy to the patrons of the bar, she turned up empty handed. "Damnit..." She squeezed her legs together as her needy pussy dripped in lust. Her panties were soaked, and it was her last pair after changing out of two previous pairs. Having going into the bathroom to switch out her undergarments, her bladder quietly pleaded at the sight of the toilet, but Ava barely acknowledged it as her desire for her other need outweighed it, but it seems to be shifting by this point. "Sighhhhhh..." Ava never felt quite so needy and alone in her life. Sure, all she wanted was a hook-up, but she wished she had her college friends back, or even just someone with something in common to chat with, perferably a guy with a good package... And chiseled abs... And could bench press a bear... And had a scruffy beard... and had a 12 inch- "Excuse me? Miss...?" Ava snapped back to reality, her sad, horny, lonely reality. "Oh? Huh?" The bartender looked at her with a polite smile. "You seemed to be dosing off or lost in your thoughts. I hate to interrupt but we're asking patrons of the bar to begin to exit, if you please." "Oh, uh, sure. Sorry... What do I owe?..." She looks up at the bartender. Except, it wasn't the one that was serving her drinks before. The one that did was shorter, and didn't speak a word, only nodding at the request of more drinks and small talk, with not interest in her. Perhaps he was a mute, which should've been her first clue this one was different. She had a few drinks, cut her some slack. She looked up at the new bartender. His face was grizzled with light brown facial hair with flowing brown hair the barely covered his right eye of blue hue. His smile and face oozed charisma and charm, and his frame, its like she had to crick her neck as she looked up at him. Six foot, two inches at the very least, which towered over her modest height of five foot four. His shirt was tight and showed he had some muscle, not a bodybuilder, but he definitely worked out, maybe enough to even lift her off her feet. Her attraction to him was swift and forceful, her lady parts being sent into overdrive as it burned with passion and need. She could be turned on by a variety of people, but... but... She needed him. "Hey, you're not the same bartender as before.~" She said with a slightly flirtatious tone. "Yep. I'm the closing 'tender. I make sure everyone gets their last drinks in before getting out. And those too stubborn or drunk to leave, I make them leave." He said in a joking-but-serious way. Ava laughed with him. "Well, I promise I won't give you any trouble. What's your name?" She asked as she played with her hair a bit. "Matthew. And you're Avalynn, right?" Ava was a bit taken aback he already knew her name. "What, are you a psychic or something? How did you know my name?" she questioned playfully. "...Your name is on the bill, silly." Urp. Uh, a little awkward, but Ava persisted. "Yeah, I suppose I am, hehe. I guess I had a little too much to drink... And stayed out later than I thought." "That's alright Ms. Avalynn. If you're not comfortable, we can order a cab for you to get home in." "No! I want to talk to you! Please! Come home with me! Take me! Breed me!!!" her lustful brain thought to herself. Ava could hardly repress her urges at this point. Even if the conversation was a bit awkward, she needed him more than she needed air to breath. "I'm... not really comfortable taking a cab. Do you... think I can stay here at the bar for a while, Matthew...?" She looked at him with puppy-dog eyes that always seemed to work on her parents. Matthew conceded. "I suppose you can stay until after I close, and call me Matt, Ms. Avalynn." "Oh, thank you Matt! And, you can just call me Ava, ok?~" Ava said with a bit of seduction in her voice as she presented her bosom on the bar, which in turn contorted her expanding bladder. "Ava, I like that name. I'm gonna get some of these stragglers out of here, then we can chat some more, ok?" And so time quickly passed to 3:30 AM, one and a half hours after close. Ava and Matt certainly hit it off, as they found more and more in common: music tastes, video games, books and movies, and even shared the same soda preferences. All the while Ava was subtly flirting with him and revealing a little more of herself to him, which he started to reciprocate by being seductive back. "Ok. Its time to reel him in." Ava thought to herself. "Hey Matt,~ I know its late and we just met, but... do you think you can take me back to my apartment...? You can come inside if you'd like, I'll make some coffee, my treat~" Ava laid her cards on the table, all that was left was to see Matt's hand. He took the hint. "Sure thing Ava, I'd love to bring you home safe and sound. Lets get going." Ava began to sat up from her stool, a bit too fast in her excitement. Her bladder sloshed and ached as she stood, it took a conscious effort to hold her dam shut after being inactive for a while. "A-ah~" She winced in pain as she struggled to compose herself. "You okay Ava?" Matt asked sincerely. "Y-yeah. Just had a bit too much to drink is all, I really gotta pee. I can wait till I'm home though." "By all means, then lets hurry to your place." Matt stepped from behind the counter, and it was the first time Ava saw his lower half... And could plainly see a bulge in his pants that snaked down his pant leg a bit. This couldn't have gotten Ava any more excited as she was practically dripping with enthusiasm from her pussy. All she had to do was play along, and she was sure she could score a winner. And so she did. It was a short drive to her place but it took an even shorter amount of time for the two to get busy once they were in her apartment. Ava liked her men "big", and Matt was no exception. His penis, amazingly, was ten inches long. That bulge she saw? Only half-mast. As Matt penetrated her over and over again on her bed she felt she would split in half, but her excess pussy juices made his dick of such length and girth slide almost effortlessly in and out of her. Along with that, his cock pushed on her already swollen bladder, stretching it and contorting it to the point that her abdomen bulged a few inches from the rest of her body. And that's not all. When Matt came, his load was excessive. It filled her womb with his hot seed and made her belly bulge almost another half inch. She finally reached what she desired after so long. Being full of a deep, long cock, with a uterus full of hot cum. She felt full, and satisfied. The intense sex and orgasm after orgasm persisted long into the night, only when the light of dawn broke were the two lovers in heat able to be exhausted to the point of drifting off to sleep in Ava's bed. Ava could finally say she was satisfied of her burden, and she dozed off. But her bladder could not say the same, and it would not for quite some time. To be continued.
  7. Hey guys and gals. This one has been stewing a while, but I just now got something typed down. Hope y’all have good days ahead of you! Chapter 1: introduction Lola was a golden retriever. She had some Labrador in her that made her especially cute and curvaceous, but also quite tall. Her daytime job was at the Marindale Fitness Club. On Monday through Friday, her duties varied as needed. On Saturday, however, she had one special job. Being a canine, she could smell very well, and being beautiful, she could confront very well. The Marindale was open to members’ children on Saturdays, but with one strict rule: no urinating in the pool. Adults of course weren’t allowed to urinate either, but if hypochlorous acid showed up on the weekdays, adults were easier to monitor patterns with, and slightly less likely to break the rule. Thus, it was Lola’s special job on Saturdays to be in the pool at all times, and watch for the smell. If she noticed it, she tracked it down to the source. Usually, if the child confessed, she escorted them out quietly and they could get back in next Saturday, or sometimes after a time penalty if they were of younger ages. But Lola did have a soft place. If even the oldest child said at any time, “I know it’s bad, I just really like peeing in the pool: It feels so good,” Lola almost always considered reducing the penalty. She’d give them an extra long talk on why not to pee, however. But the mercy given to, or rather sympathy with the outspoken was undeniable. This was not so much because Lola liked peeing in the pool, but rather because she could almost pee the entire pool into existence. Her body could bend the laws of thermodynamics in a much more extreme way, and more queer way, than any flying saucer toy could ever dream. She could wee for over an hour without too much difficulty in holding it, which took the better part of a day. She’d gradually come to realize how rare and bizzare this characteristic seemed to others, which was somewhat disappointing. It felt more disappointing to her than almost anything to have to stop midway while emptying her monstrous bladder, but it was often something she had to do. Thus, being held back from a blissful piss was, however much a part of reality, an inconvenience she greatly sympathized with whenever it came up. Having to hold one’s pee when there was literally water all around one was nearly as disappointing to a little kid in her opinion. Also, nobody could deny that being in warm water was more comfortable than cold. … “But, there are the rules, and the acid hurt people’s eyes. Plus, lots of people don’t want to swim in somebody else’s pee, you know.” “Yeah, I know. I’m sorry,” the little otter said mournfully. “Good. Are you going to use the rest room next time?” “Yes.” “Then after ten minutes, you can get back in the pool again.” “Okay,” the otter accepted, and Lola gave her a reassuring hug. After all, a change of heart was the goal. Lola brought the little girl to a place to wait, and set her swimmer’s watch for 10 minutes. As she returned to duty, however, her own bladder tickled her noticeably for a few minutes. That mention of peeing feeling so good… Thankfully, she suppressed the urge, and was able to finish shift.
  8. yeaoksure

    Jodie... oh boy

    From the album: Yeah ok, sure ^^;;

    Another old thing from late 2020 of… basically the aftermath of another OC of mine having too much to drink. Waaaaaaay too much. …No idea what happened to the legs here, sorry Can’t draw shortstacks to save my life. And no doubt I went overboard on the dialogue... think I was super horny at the time xD
  9. I am moving this from the account I have on deviantart.com because I found out in their privacy policy that "no depictions of urine" are allowed there (understandable). So, here we are. If you want to get the preceeding fictions by chieftaindan and splashfics, you can, but I am no longer providing links to those literary works directly. ===ORIGINAL DEVIANTART POST=== Chapter 01: A Vacation Hello! I’m finally starting on this after writing down a plan. Anyway, shoutout to chieftaindan on Amy’s Pee Spree, and splashfics who fanfictioned a sequel: Amy’s “Second Wind.” Those two stories are precursors to this short starting chapter. It is short partially because I planned out a rather long story and don’t want to burn out trying to get it all down, but also because while writing it I needed to pee... Amy couldn’t understand it. She was sitting in her bathroom on Friday evening, reading a business email while she had her weekly pee, and had been pissing for about half an hour whilst trying to comprehend it. She usually would’ve moved on to cat videos by now, which made her laugh and thus finish pissing sooner. Though it sometimes made a water mess, she still liked to do it anyway because of how amazing it felt to pee even harder than her usual when she laughed. But right now she was mostly just confused, almost as much as an average woman would be if they were having her bladder to pee with right now. The email, no matter how much she tried to interpret it otherwise, was an alert that she was being given a complementary three day employee appreciation vacation to Otherland, all expenses paid. It wasn’t a scam, it was her job’s company email. She even clicked the link, which took her to her company’s employee-only page, verifying what she had read. How was this possible after only two weeks of workmanship? Amy was good, but was she that good? Surely this was a mistake. Nobody gets that much plush from their employer, do they? Plush. That reminded her of how she had left her last job. So much peeing in so many places... *Sigh* She was already wondering about doing a pee spree again. Not quite like last time where it was an act of revenge, though. She had readily felt very guilty about that. She almost wanted to go back and check to make sure everything was alright with the hotel, but that would probably give her away. She wrote her former employer’s wife a card, though. But she still wanted to pee in extraordinary places. She had filled all the watertight containers in her own apartment a few times, which was fun, but it wasn’t NEARLY enough capacity to empty a week’s worth of pee. If she drank extra, it might not even hold a day’s worth coming from her kidneys. She wanted to DO something with all that pee, not just shoot it down the white porcelain black-hole every Friday night like she didn’t appreciate her bladder’s amazingly well done work to keep her dry. But here she was, giving it no special treatments or challenges whatsoever, just emptying a tiny ONE week’s worth of pee into the drain. She was finishing up already. Drat, was she training her bladder to hold less? Desperately, she searched on her phone for videos of water and pee. Thankfully, a tickle soon appeared, and with some focused promotion, a full fledged blast came jetting out for another seventeen minutes. “There. I knew you wouldn’t let me finish so soon,” she cooed affectionately to her bladder as she continued to pee like a series of elephants, assuming they actually pee that much. Now, to think about that vacation… Meanwhile, some miles away in the town, a man was making a phone call after returning home from the lab. “Yes, they sent the email. She’ll be coming your way soon.” “…” “Heh, if they ever do find out, it’ll be in the next millennium.” “..!” “Alright, alright, I’ll cover some tracks, but…” “- …: ..!” “Don’t worry, they won’t find anything.” “… ..” “I’ll see that she gets to the airport.” “..” “Good luck.” *Clunk!* Chapter 02: Golden Cab With a smile on her face, Amy stepped outside the airport. It had been a pretty mild flight, except for when she had been selected for secondary screening, and now here she was in Lapis, Otherland. Incidentally, so was about a kilolitre and a half of pee that she had saved up before and during the flight, just in case of a special occasion (hence her accidental smirking when clearance had mentioned the 8 oz liquid limit, hence the secondary). Heading out to the row of taxis, one cab driver in particular got out and came to her directly. He looked kind, but a little anxious. “ACMEcab inc, may I take your bags, ma’am?” Amy was confused, but gladly accepted help. She had rather overpacked. “Uhh, sure. I’m going to the Blanxton Motel..?” “Blanxton Motel,” he repeated, “I know the way. Kind of an obscure little place at the edge of town. Nice view, though.” He hurriedly packed her bags in the trunk, then made one last look around before helping her into the cab. Something Told Amy to be wary about the situation, so as she got in, she checked that the child protection lock on the door was off. It was, and the door opened from the inside quite easily. The driver didn’t notice this check as he got in, and they were soon zipping along through low use roads. “This wouldn’t be the route I would’ve thought of taking,” Amy commented, turning to look outside and around them. Although they were in semi-homogenous suburbs, some of the building styles were very beautiful, and she even saw a family or two outside. There were a couple nicer cars driving around here too, which was unexpected for such an area. “Yeah, I know, right? Less traffic this way. Besides, I wouldn’t wanna spoil the sights for you while you’re on jet lag.” Amy couldn’t argue, the two second delay in most of her actions was preventative of sight seeing. “So, this your first time flying?” “Yeah,” she answered, “How’d you know?” “You look kinda full back there.” For a moment Amy thought that he was somehow referring to her bladder (which was feeling rather full with all the ups and downs of the road, and with her feeling so weary from the flight), then realized he was talking about her luggage. “Oh, yeah,” she said, embarrassed. “Don’t worry,” he encouraged her, “It’s an easy error to make. You should’ve seen… my early packing.” Amy didn’t understand why he had suddenly paused and gotten more quiet. She realized for the first time that he did not have an Otherlandian accent, and what’s more that she thought he was cute. But soon she was distracted by something else. An expensive car she was sure she had seen at least twice earlier had just appeared for the third time, and appeared to be loosely following them. She noted that the frontal windows were tinted. “You have a good time, alright?” the driver added in his usual tone. Amy changed the subject. “Can you take a right here?” she said. The car had repeatedly weaved in and out of the houses on their left, so maybe it was looking for something over there. “Umm, sure,” the driver said, and turned. Amy watched carefully, and sure enough, like a dreaming urge to pee, the same car slowly reappeared, following them on the left. She turned around, and took a deep, shaky breath as she subconsciously crossed her legs. They definitely were being followed. On top of that, all that stress was making her bladder contract, and she now needed to pee rather badly. Amy began searching for options to escape the ominous unknowns behind them, but what could she do? Was she absolutely sure this cab driver could be trusted? “Hey,” he asked unexpectedly, “did I leave my company manual under the front passenger’s seat?” Amy bent over to check, but as she did, she heard the sound of shattered glass above her twice. The cab driver swerved to the right unexpectedly, and picked up speed. “Get back up!” the driver said briefly. “What happe…” Amy started, before looking at the rear window and seeing two large shatter marks emitting from single points on the glass. Turning to look behind them, she saw the tailing car follow them down an alley, and a figure leaning out of it aiming a pistol at her?!?! That was too much. Without thinking, Amy started screaming, though somewhere in her mind she noticed that it seemed to be half from her mouth and half in her lower body. “Brace yourself,” the cab driver said, and made a series of illegal turns that took them onto a wider street. Amy leaned forward and grabbed the two seats in front of her, still yelling at the top of her lungs. “Please stop screaming,” the driver added with a sharp quick tone. A third shot struck them on metal. He picked up speed, then said, “Put your head between your knees: Brace for impact.” Amy began to do so, but immediately discovered something that would have been alarming if she had discovered it earlier. She was wetting herself, hard. She whimpered in dismay, but a sudden jerk of deceleration convinced her to obey anyway. She continued to pee, all over her lower head, unable to regain control. Thankfully, most of the stream was actually getting caught by her panties and skirt, flowing onto the floor from there. *Wham!* They rear-ended the other vehicle. The cab driver began to accelerate again, and took a turn off the main road. “Sorry about your luggage,” the driver said. Amy got up, ready to stop being peed on, but she noticed rather quickly that she had a lot to be thankful for. The passenger bay floor was already well over an inch deep in pee, a small waterfall pouring from her. “What’s that noise?” the driver asked, confused. “It’s my pee!” Amy answered helplessly. “Your what?” “My pee. I pee in ridiculously huge amounts!” she yelled as they overturned some garbage cans, the other car not too far behind. “Drat,” he said, “we’re too light to damage their car much. We need to get out of here. How?” *Bang!* another shot hit the glass. Amy turned around and screamed nonsensically, “Why are you shooting me?! What have I done?!” “They’re not shooting at you, they’re shooting at me,” the driver interjected, “Cappuccino wants you alive, and this proves it. These are local mercs, which means they’re dumb, but not dumb enough to shoot at me while your in the left hand seat.” The shooting outside continued. “They needed you to come here so they could kidnap you, which is why they sent you that vacation.” Amy stood still a moment in shock, trying to lean over and avoid bullets. “So this whole vacation is a lie? But what about my company’s email?” “Cappuccino has men that could’ve hacked into the system and made it look like a glitch. That they can do from anywhere in the world, so he picks the best.” The driver stopped explaining as a wave of pee overflowed onto his feet. He looked over his shoulder a moment, then asked off topic, “How’d you hold that much?!” “I pee A LOT,” was the despairing answer. “Bit it’s not possible…” he started to say, and trailed off. “I overflowed a swimming pool this month,” Amy explained. The driver looked back at her in utter disbelief, but as he saw the growing tide on the floor now submerging his shoes, he began to accept the notion that she was holding far more pee than she possibly could but somehow still was, and started making a plan. “Keep peeing,” he said, “I’ve got an idea.” With that, he made a move towards a different part of the area with more hills. “Wha-what do you mean?” Amy asked, helplessly obeying him. “How much do you think you can fill this car?” Well, that was unexpected. “Uhh, to the top I guess,” she answered, starting to regain control over her bladder. She was beginning to notice that none of the bullets had penetrated the glass, and suspected it must be bullet proof. “Alright,” he confirmed, “We don’t have time for that, but if you can get us to about half full with… pee (?!?!)… by the time we reach those hills, I think we can rear end these people hard enough to do some damage.” Amy looked down at her bladder, just beginning to shut off from regaining of control. “Alright,” she said. She pulled down her panties, and pissed for dear life. Harder and harder she peed, soon reaching her record speed of about 60 lpm. For once in her life, Amy actually needed to pee much harder than her usual. She pushed with all her might. Her face was blushed, her back was pressing hard against the seat, and she was groaning and squirming with the effort as the pee shot out like an industrial water cannon. Then she realized that the driver’s seat was deforming to the force of her jet. It was not hard backed, and that meant the cab driver was feeling every minute of this. With a loud, “aaAahaAAAH!” Amy’s sudden naughty thought motivated her bladder to new heights, letting her pee about 1.25x harder than before, and a little later that much again, until she was peeing at about 160% her usual strength (and she felt like there was still more she could do still). But before that, the pee had already risen up and caught the stream, her crotch soon underwater. This slowed the erotic sense down. Thankfully, however, she remained at about 160%, and after they had gained some distance up a one way street on a hill, the driver shouted, “Now!” Amy braced for impact (taking a deep breath first out of necessity as while the driver was only up to his waist, she was up to her shoulders in pee). With a gigantic slosh that submerged the dashboard momentarily, they stopped, then went into reverse, aiming for the other car. The trailers tried to avoid the shot, but not well enough considering the damage it would do to their vehicle. *WHAM!!* Amy felt pee flow past her closed eyes as their momentum offset her sense of balance, which frankly made her urethra a little nervous, and she started losing a little control again. Then she felt the car swerve around, and rose up out of her pee just in time to see the driver, now on the low end of the car, fumble for the door handle. He had been planning to drain it out this way, but obviously had misestimated just how much she had peed (having only a “front seat view,” she thought humorously). He did finally get the door open, and about 160-180 gallons of pee washed out onto the pavement. Amy gave an amazed/relieved sigh as she slowly regained control from the dizziness, and noted that the bad guys car was totaled. She didn’t have much time to look though as they were already driving away, towards something other than the Blanxton Motel. The driver was baffled. Amy finally asked, “So, who are you, anyway?” “CIA agent,” he answered, “My name’s Lawrence.” He turned around and smiled, though Amy could plainly see his veiled shock at her amazing bladder. Then, unexpectedly, he made a slight confused look downward, and rapidly turned away from her with a somber expression on his face. Before Amy could ask why, he explained in the rearview mirror, “You… forgot to pull up your panties.” Thank goodness she was wearing a skirt. Chapter 03: Kidnapping By the time the two had arrived at the beach house Lawrence had selected as a temporary stopping place for the night, it was nearing sunset. They were several miles from the airport or Blanxton, and had switched cars to help cover their tracks (and because the smell in the previous cab had been overwhelming, although strangely it did not smell quite like average pee as Lawrence pointed out, using public restrooms as an example. Amy had always assumed the pee in there was stagnant or something). Arriving at the garage, Lawrence pointed a general-purpose looking device at the garage door, and pressed a couple buttons. It began to emit a series of beeps, upon one of which the door opened. He pressed a red stop button, and the device halted the sequence. “Did you just break into a garage?” Amy asked. “Yes and no,” Lawrence answered, “This house is rented by the agency under a civilian alias. When an agent needs to use it, we have the tools to get in. The agency gets notified after the fact, so I don’t have to ask for keys to stay the night.” “Oh, good,” Amy said, shifting her weight, and not quite paying solid attention. All the adrenaline from earlier was still having its effects: It had either made her bladder tighten up and become temporarily more sensitive, made her process water a lot faster than usual, or probably both. Regardless, she was feeling an unusually finicky urge to pee, though it was thankfully nowhere near a state of emergency yet. After Lawrence had gotten all the doors rekeyed and bypassed the security system, Amy discovered to her dismay that there was only one bathroom. Lawrence saw her frustration and offered to let her shower first, but that was not the problem. It was her massive but currently out-of-sorts bladder. On any other day, the lone bathroom would have been no problem. But after that morning, she wasn’t sure if she could make it all the way through his shower. Her frightened bladder seemed a bit unpredictable right now, and even if he was a nice guy, she was not going to pee next to him while he was both completely naked and an almost-complete stranger. But there was no way she was going to make him wait and chafe while she went pee for who knows how long. With courageous determination, she insisted he go first, and that she was fine. Thankfully, he accepted without seeming to perceive her reasons. But she needed to pee. Amy was actually crossing her legs, and when Lawrence turned on the shower, she declared a state of emergency. Something about the shower head was making a loud splattering noise, and she could hear Lawrence saying something that sounded like it might be damaged. She didn’t wait to clarify though, she couldn’t wait. Her bladder was too nervous and full to hold on much longer. Squirming wildly, she waddled into the kitchen, hoping for a sink. Of course, there was one. She lifted her leg to climb up on the counter… “AAAAAH!” *Danger!* Forget that idea. She would have the floor soaked long before she even got up there. Desperate, she went back out to the living room to see if there was any way of peeing that she’d missed. The hot tub out on the balcony. The glass door was open in seconds, and with a great effort, she got the cover off the tub without leaking. Thankfully, there was a sort of step ladder for getting into the tub, so once she actually did have to spread her legs much, she was already over the - WHEEEE!!! *Splat! Rrrumble!* as her pee hit the plastic bottom of the empty hot tub. It felt sooo wonderful to be peeing, she almost fell, and loosely slumped down into the hot tub seat, slowly being covered in warm piss. This was much nicer than the taxi had been. The pee deflected off of her seat and hit the other side of the tub with a noticeable splashing. It filled up past her shoes (which she slowly kicked off), then up her calves (which tickled a little), then caught her stream on the in-between place (yikes! The warmth made her want to pee more), and slowly warmth-ed its way up her belly. It had been chilly drying off in the cars with the windows open, and this “hot bath” was just what she needed. But… Her stream was slowing down. She could feel it. As the pee edged to the top of the pool, it got slower and slower, until it finally stopped about an inch before the edge, just over her shoulders. “Huh, you’re kidding me,” she said wearily (for the exact opposite reason that most people would say it if their pee had just overfilled a hot tub), but she didn’t really care just then. The strange un-pee-like smell around her actually was comforting now that it was not so strong, and whatever was in her felt good to her skin. Maybe she could stay there for awhile. Wearily, she reached over and turned the heating system on. Good, the pee was a bit warmer than the default setting, so she wouldn’t overheat during the night. She slowly closed her eyes, her head falling back on the cushioned edge of the tub, and wondered if Lawrence would be done soon… “Alright, I’m out!” Lawrence said as he emerged from the bathroom with a towel over his face. “Listen, uhh, after you wash, do you want supper? Or are you just gonna go to…” He stopped when he saw Amy asleep in the hot tub, the lights glowing softly around her. She looked so serene and peaceful. Yes, she could stay there for the night. She wouldn’t fall. He would just sleep on the couch with his gun in case she needed anything. Funny though, they usually didn’t leave the hot tubs filled when no-one was staying here, but he was sure the beach house was unused. He would have to check that… In Amy’s Dreamworld… Amy was lying in a coffin after living she wasn’t sure how long, but it had been a good earthly life. Lawrence, her old buddy from that one vacation she had with the beach house in Otherland, was doing a speech, and it was really nice. All her coworkers were there, and even her boss who hadn’t changed a bit in like, 60 years (alright, maybe his hair was grey). The coffin was unusually hard, so she supposed the pillows must be cheaper than they looked, but it was nice and warm, strangely. Thing was she needed to pee. Now how’s a dead person supposed to get up and go to the bathroom? She would have to wait until the service was over, then she could go Home, but for now she had to wait. But, she needed to pee sooo badly, and it hardly mattered anyway. Maybe she could just let a little pee slip. Before she knew it, she was already wetting, heavily. Thankfully, the warm clothes seemed to be quite thick as well, slowing the pee down, but she realized to her dismay that, her body being dead, she had no control to stop. Thankfully, she wouldn’t have to worry about drowning either. That was a relief. But what about the coffin overfilling? It would flow all over the front. Bother! She was going to indirectly pee all over Lawrence’s shoes! His nice, neat, CIA shoes and socks that he had just managed to get the stain out from last time. Already the pee was peeking up over the edges of the padding, (though somehow not submerging her head… oh, yes, the coffin must be tilted), and it began to spill out in Ernest soon after. She could hear it flowing down the stage, and then… how awful! Lawrence stopped, obviously shocked and sad about his shoes. The entire crowd gasped with shock (and some amazement), and there was a silence as pee continued to make trickling noises as it flowed thickly into the aisles. But suddenly there was a feeling of relief (emotionally, that is). It was like Lawrence had been disbelieved or verbally trapped before, and now everyone knew and understood at once just how much Amy really could pee, and Lawrence was vindicated. For those who already knew the story, the event was a nostalgic reminder. Conversation resumed in the chapel, but Amy somehow knew Lawrence was just quietly smiling, looking at his wetted shoes… Amy woke up slowly, and the dream faded away. She discovered to her confusion that she was still in the warm hot tub, and thinking it should be cooled off by now. Then she remembered that the tub was turned on. That seemed to explain the warmth, until she noticed that the reading on the thermometer was more than two degrees higher than the setting on the thermostat, and that pee was overflowing from the tub as she continued to wet herself (if that was possible). Not how? She had finished peeing last night, hadn’t she? Maybe the extra state of relaxation and the warm liquid all around her had made her more free to wet her proverbial bed. But how much had she peed after she had “finished?” Looking about for further explanation, she saw something that took her breath away. Trailing out from the balcony towards the sea was a wide stained area of wet sand, leading to ocean that had TURNED YELLOW!!?!?! Jumping up in shock and feeling the sudden pull of post-buoyancy combined with sleep and the coldness of evaporating pee from her skin, Amy was ten-to-one sure she was awake. She blinked her eyes, standing on the edge of the hot tub, and still peeing quite forcefully in her sopping wet clothes. The ocean remained as golden yellow as it could be. She followed the wet sand trail back up the beach with her eyes until they met with her still peeing lower self, and given the circumstances, did what was probably (even for her) the most natural thing in the world. She screamed at the top of her lungs. Lawrence immediately came tumbling out onto the porch, blanket tangled around his leg, almost breaking the door to get outside. He searched about a moment with his pistol, but identifying no threat, he turned to her. “What?! What’s wrong?” “Th-there, look!” she stammered as she frantically forced her stream to stop, and pointed at the ocean. Lawrence looked, and there was a moment of silence. “Oh, commodium…” he said, and Amy resumed screaming. Lawrence turned to her and said, “Look, it has to be local. You didn’t actually fill… Oh help!” just as he saw that the second thing she was screaming at was not the same as the first: A gruff looking gunsman had just rounded the corner of the beach house. Lawrence ducked down just in time, and quickly pulled Amy through the open doorway. A bullet from the perpetrator struck him in the arm as he did so. They both tripped on the blanket, and fell to the floor just inside the doorway. When Amy saw that Lawrence was wounded, and heard the shooter coming, she knew she had to do something, and she did the first thing she thought of. She pulled her panties to the side, clenched hard, and just as the man came round the corner, she let him know just how pissed off she was that they would shoot Lawrence at unawares. Literally, that’s how. Despite peeing all night to fill a hot tub and flood a beachhead with pee, Amy thankfully found her bladder not quite empty, and blasted a short tsunami of piss right into the attacker’s face as hard as she could. He stumbled back, and moved out of her jet stream. She halted it, having given Lawrence just enough time to aim his weapon… Amy covered her eyes and ears just before the bang came, and turned over before getting up and uncovering them again. Lawrence was also getting up, lightly bleeding in his left arm. “They must’ve seen the pee trail outside,” Lawrence said. “I should’ve guessed they’d be spying out the area after last night. We’ve got to get out of here.” They were moving through the kitchen to the front door as he spoke, but just as they were turning the corner, a sudden *pelt* noise from behind him made him stop. But it was not by his decision. Amy watched in horror as Lawrence’s body went limp. He turned to her as he fell, and seeing her despairing face, he said weakly, “Don’ worry, izz tranquilizer.” *flump* Oh, thank Goodness. *pelt!* “Ooh! Should’ve seen that comi-plff.” She said as she fell to the floor, unconscious. Chapter 04: The Prison When Amy awoke, she was quite dizzied. The tranquilizer was very slow in wearing off, and while conscious, she was at first very sluggish. On top of that, she was very thirsty. She sat up (or at least she was pretty sure it was up), and discovered that she was wearing a pair of 3D printed metal panties padlocked in place. She was sitting on a concrete floor in what looked like a bunker of some sort. Looking about, she discovered Lawrence, slumped against a wall with his eyes closed. “Lawrence?” she called to him. He did not respond. She got up, clinking rubble around as she did so, and moved over to him (at first she tried to stand, but almost immediately she fell back on her hands and knees from the lingering effects of the drug). “Lawrence? Lawrence?!” She felt his neck. He was alive, but still unconscious. All she got was some faint grunting. Why hadn’t he woken up yet, but she had? Wouldn’t he be more used to… Oh, right. The metabolism. Amy had almost always outrun drug effect time expectancies by a mile because of her super-kidneys, so this was no exception. The question was, when would he wake up? At that moment, the door to the cell opened. It appeared to be a reused ship’s door, particularly because of the crude looking concrete molding around it. The man stepping inside the cell was… the shooter from the beach house?!?! He had a stained bandage on his forehead that made him look like a Japanese WWII pilot. Amy scooted back in horror. “H-how did you not die from that shot?” she panted. He looked at her somewhat stoically. He seemed a bit blank. “I have a metal skullcap in the front of my head.” He chuckled lightly, and said. “It comes in handy,” before returning to a serious expression and saying, “You, come with me. The man of this house wishes to speak to you on diplomatic terms.” Amy slowly got up, and when she unsteadily arrived, he surprisingly held out his arm to support her. They walked past some guards, down a long flight of stairs, then out a small door into a decorative hallway, then into a side room with a desk. At the desk sat the most handsome thug one can imagine. When he saw Amy, he got up, and said, “Ah, thank you Rodrigo. Please, sit down miss.” He had a smooth Otherlandian accent. She warily took a seat. Rodrigo stood to the side and behind her as she eyed a large pitcher of clouded liquid with an empty glass next to it. “Are you thirsty?” he said with a creepy sort of politeness. “Yes…” she said slowly, “but why should I accept a drink from you?” He laughed. “A prudent first thought,” he said as he got up and began to pace, “but you must realize, miss, that I do not wish to kill you: I could’ve done so already. I very much want you to stay in the best of health, because of… my proposition.” Amy remembered what Lawrence had said. They wanted her alive. She would be safe for now at least. She poured herself a small glass of the liquid, which turned out to be some kind of enhanced water. After two sips, her body was already shooting up green flags and begging her not to be so cautious. She finished the drink quickly, and began to pour a second. “So, what is your ‘proposition?’” She asked slowly, starting the second glass. “Quite simple.” He started pacing again. “You, miss, have something that I could very well use, and which you would have a hard time using.” “And that is?” she asked, more than halfway done with glass #2. He chuckled as he said, “I will give you three guesses.” Amy paused on pouring the third glass. It was her pee. Was drinking really such a good idea right now? Yes, it still was. Her bladder was feeling much more stable now, and she was not concerned about wetting. She continued pouring, and asked, “And why would you want my pee?” He shrugged and replied, “That is a secret that I will keep to myself at this moment, but let me assure you, miss, that your safety would be absolutely guaranteed, though perhaps not in the location you would choose. I would do everything reasonable within my power to make you comfortable.” She set down the glass and huffed (mostly from having finished the drink, though, and not sarcasm). “And my other option would be?” “Then I let you go.” “Oh, really?” she said more than asked, examining the pattern on the cup. She poured another glass. “Yes. Unharmed. But you must understand that, wether you agree or refuse, I would be in a delicate position regarding your friend. He is an agent of the law. Did he tell you this?” From inside the cup, she answered, “Mm-hmm.” “Did he tell you why he thinks your pee would valuable to me?” “He doesn’t have a theory,” she said, drinking more slowly now, “or at least not that he’s told me. He certainly doesn’t know why, that’s for sure.” The man smiled knowingly and nodded. “Let me introduce myself. I am Cappuccino. I know that your friend was tailing my man at the laboratory before he found you. He told you this?” Amy’s face told Cappuccino he had. “Then I must ask you miss,” he said more slowly, “considering the fact that the reason why your pee was in fact discovered by the man he was tailing, and that it would be of interest to the government’s case, how it was that he did not discover it?” Amy paused. She trusted Lawrence, at least a little, and definitely more than this guy. But did she have a reason to trust him? Aha, Cappuccino himself just said that Lawrence was an agent of the law. “Maybe it was in Otherlandian,” she said carelessly. Cappuccino laughed. “He speaks six languages fluently,” he said, “He might speak more, but six is all I have encountered him with. He is an old acquaintance of mine.” “So you have agencies in six corners of the globe, while he works for my homeland security, and I should trust you?” “Simply because your government is just as interested in the usefulness of your pee as I am, but they have not been very trustworthy, and Lawrence is working for them. Look at your… Socialist Security I believe you call it. They told you when that first came out that it would never become your identity. And now, see where it stands.” He paused a moment. “Lawrence has sworn allegiance to them, has he not? Even if he wished not to, would he be able to refuse orders?” Amy took a long drink to avoid saying anything. What had happened with Social Security certainly wasn’t right, but how could she argue that Lawrence wasn’t like that? She had to decide to trust Lawrence. She did. “…to uphold and defend The Constitution Of the United States…” That was the key. Lawrence hadn’t sworn allegiance to the government at all, but rather to the Principle of Truth that it had been founded on, and Cappuccino knew it. He was lying through his teeth. Amy stubbornly folded her arms, and said, “I’m sorry Mr. Cappuccino but I’m not interested.” He burst out laughing. “Well, miss, I cannot say I am not disappointed, but I will try to keep my offer open as long as I can. However,” he said more quietly, trying to make her afraid, “I will be less kindly disposed to your friend if you refuse. You have 24 hours.” Amy instead thought about a growing tink inside her bladder. My goodness, she had drunk the entire pitcher of water and could probably still drink more given time. Cappuccino motioned for Rodrigo to take her away. She wanted to play with the desperation, but decided she had better pay attention as she returned to the cell. As they left the room, she began looking around at their surroundings. Glancing out a window, she recognized a building from one of the postcards at the airport, but she didn’t remember what the postcard had said. Maybe Lawrence would know. The stairs up to the bunker were fairly narrow, built of concrete and stone, and had a guard posted every so often. Amy looked at each one, trying to get profiles, weapon count, or anything that Lawrence might find useful. Unfortunately, they were moving rather quickly. Unexpectedly, Rodrigo said, “Do not worry, they will not hurt you unless you try to leave.” At first she wasn’t sure what he meant, but then she realized he thought she was afraid. Thankfully, she discovered that most of the guards were armed the same way, and she stopped looking. She did feel a bit sorry for Rodrigo, however. Whatever had happened to his head seemed to have handicapped him. He was not creepy like Cappuccino, and if he wasn’t working for the arms dealer, she might have actually liked him. They arrived at the bunker door, and she stepped inside to discover Lawrence was now awake. She hurried to his side as the door closed behind her. “It’s alright,” he mumbled, “I’m not gonna die or anything. I just hate tranquilizers.” Amy was flabbergasted. She wasn’t that easily frightened. “No, not that. I think I know where we are.” He looked up, genuinely interested. “Well, that would help a lot. All I can tell from the window is we’re on a coastline.” Amy proceeded to describe the building she had seen to Lawrence, and told him that Cappuccino was the man of the house. After a few more details, he knew that they were in his Marepolis residence. That meant heavy local guards, but a fairly easy escape by boat if they ever got out the front door. “…Now, how to do that,” he said, the effects of the tranquilizer beginning to wear off. After a moment, he chuckled. “What?” “I was just thinking, if…” he began, then paused. He grew serious. “Do you have an urge to pee, by any chance?” “Y-yeah, maybe. Why?” Lawrence pointed to the exit. “That door was meant to be airtight, but it’s been banged up so badly that I think there may be a leak or two. If you could flood the jail cell faster than it can leak out, so that pee sprays through the cracks, I think the guards will come to investigate. Cappuccino doesn’t tell his men much from my experience.” “…And the door opens from the outside,” Amy said, beginning to understand. But there was no way she needed to pee that Mitch from one pitcher of… Eh, might as well give it a shot. Amy rolled over onto her back, and bore down on the tickle of desperation that had started to form. It wasn’t long before she was very much ready for a piss. She was about to let loose when Lawrence yelled, “Stop!” He moved over, and began hammering the pantie’s lock point with a loose rock. Phew, close call. That would’ve hurt quite a bit. The cheap metal printing soon broke, and Lawrence stepped a pace away with his back turned. “Go for it!” he said. She removed the metal craft and found herself (Whoops). Then she let it rip! A gushing shot flew across the room and hit the door a split second later, cleaning off the debris that had probably been on it since before it was installed. The floor of the jail cell was soon being covered by an enlarging puddle that was thankfully still warm when it reached Amy. This was far more liquid than had been in the pitcher already, and she hadn’t even metabolized all of it yet. But it didn’t matter how this was possible right now. She began to piss harder, and harder again, pushing to get the cell flooded as fast as she could. But even with her best efforts, it might be too dark to find their way out of the city by the time it was full. She needed to hurry! What could she do? “Amy, you naughty girl, you…” She turned sideways, and hit Lawrence on his back. He gave a stunned shout as it knocked him face forward into the rising flood of pee all around him. She changed her angle again, arching her body to make the spray hit the ceiling above him. Emerging a second later, he exclaimed bewildered, “What did..?!” but Amy couldn’t wait for him to finish before thought of the pee showering on his confused head made her burst out laughing. It wasn’t long before she stopped though, gasping with wide eyes from the sensation of the sheer volume she was peeing! She was now completely opening her urethra, restricted by its physical limit, but she did continue to pee harder and harder. Just as she was feeling a lull, Lawrence stood up again, and made the mistake of habitually starting to turn around. She aimed, and hit him square in the face. “Ah ah ahh, no peeking, remember?” she giggled before heaving erotically again. He got up and groaned, but from the tone of the groan he wasn’t annoyed, just playfully bewildered. Amy was having to sit up to keep from drowning now, and it was getting uncomfortable, so she carefully got to her feet. As she did so, however, she misestimated the force her own water rocket would have on her. “Whoa, whaa!” She staggered back and fell down with a huge splash. Lawrence turned to church if she was okay, carefully guiding his eyes. The foam around her urethra and the clingyness of her wet skirt made it almost impossible for her to be revealed now, so she didn’t much care. When he saw her condition, he laughed and said, “Eh, one point for me then, huh?” Amy narrowed her eyes, and as she got to her feet again, turned sideways and got a good shot at him by falling back down again. She caught herself, and arched upward to keep her head above water, continuing to aim at Lawrence. He moved, she moved. Since he was moving linearly and she pivotally, it was not so hard to keep up as to keep upright (for both parties, actually). Lawrence yelled, “Hey, cut it out! You got me.” “You have to tag me!” She yelled back. Man, it was getting loud in here. Lawrence turned with a sly but determined look, and marched toward Amy, splashing about almost knee deep now. Within 15 feet, he was slowing down as she continued to target him dead on. 10 feet, it was reduced to a crawl. 6 feet, she revigorated her pissing efforts. 5 feet, 4 feet, three and a ha… With a loud yell and flailing arms, Lawrence could no longer keep his balance while the beautiful girl continued to blast him with unthinkable amounts of pee. He fell backwards, making a satisfying splash in the surrounding flood. Amy burst into giggles, and tried to continue aiming for him, but soon found her arms and legs weakening. With some sort of break even point, the thought of knocking him over with her pee after already peeing so hard had made her piss hard enough that the feeling of relief was so strong it was making her piss harder by itself. After about three seconds she was already panting desperately, barely able to stay upright as her piss roared across the room! By six seconds, she couldn’t tell wether she was lowering into the warmth around her or it was coming up to meet her, but regardless, with what felt like all the relief of her life combined happening in her lowers, it was all she could do to take a desperate gasp of air and hold it in while her head went under. For about 4.5 seconds, she was underwater, jerking about as she tried to keep her breath in and piss at the same time. It was more adrenaline driving than one time when she had fallen off the edge of the pool backwards into the deep end, but mostly because it felt… so… amazing… She quickly emerged with a much halted stream, though, as pee had gotten up her nose. ===END OF ORIGINAL DEVIANTART POST===
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