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Hey pee folks! Last night I had a really vivid dream of a train wetting and I wanted to put it into words. I'm adding some more details than what was actually in the dream for context and flavor. I'm not sure where I was going or what was the purpose of my travel, but for whatever reason I found myself in line checking bags to get on a long train ride. I was waiting for the people ahead of me to have their stuff checked by security and all of the sudden I felt a finger tapping me on the shoulder. As I turned around I saw a brunette woman, hair done up in a ponytail, with a thin athletic build and a distressed look on her face. She was about 5'7", wearing pink leggings and a white tanktop, and had a nice butt and probably D-cup breasts. She looked at me when I turned and said, "Sorry to bother you, but I'm really in a hurry can I get my bag checked next," and before I could even respond she was already shifting to move past me. Seeing her quite distressed I quickly responded with "Of course." and she gave me a very sincere "Thank you" in return. The old lady in front of me, however, was very adamant on keeping her spot in line. There were still a few people ahead of us in line, so it looked like she was going to have to wait a bit longer. As we were waiting I noticed the woman in front of me was crossing her legs a lot and moving in place quite a bit. She had 2 bags, a rolling suitcase and a duffel bag, so she had to use both hands to carry them. The next time we stopped, however, she parked the rolling suitcase and tried to nonchalantly grab at her crotch for some release. She was using the duffel bag as cover, but I could definitely tell how desperate she was being right behind her. Edit: I will continye the story in the replies, I accidentaly hit post while i was checking the tags and editing the intro.

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Today has already been an interesting morning!! As some may have seen, I have shared some experiences and some videos over at the omorashi videos section this week, as having a place to yourself for a week leads to having some fun for the first time in a long time! With long holds, testing my bladders capabilities as well as allowing some to be in control of it, it’s been a really fun week! I guess this morning, my bladder decided that it’s not wanting to have a day of holding! I was kicked out of my sleep by the need to pee at about 6am. This usually wouldn’t be a problem… earlier in the week during my long hold, or on any other given day, I could just roll straight over and go back to sleep. I am not that desperate… so, doing what I usually did, I rolled over and went back to sleep. I then find myself awake again… and my bladder was telling me, YOU REALLY NEED TO GET OUT OF BED NOW. I rolled over and look at my phone for the time… that was my FIRST BIG MISTAKE! Rolled over onto my stomach to reach my phone… HOLY HELL! I almost let a spurt right out into the bed! ok… it’s almost 7:30am, and I almost unintentionally peed my bed! I don’t have any protective gear on this bed, the room is carpet… this is not a situation I want to wet in… not this morning… today was meant to be my break day as I want my body to recuperate from the holdings this week! I rolled straight over onto my back to avoid anything going wrong… my bladder still telling me GET OUT OF BED NOW! I was actually a little worried about standing… I was going to have to make a mad dash down the short corridor and take a left to the toilet… it wasn’t far… just needed to wait until we are under control and go for it! I was trying to ready myself… holding my cock, even slightly squeezing it… how did I get myself in this position? I am normally always in control of my bladder when I wake up!!! I can feel my bladder wanting to give in right there and then… the bed was comfy… and trust me, I would want nothing more than to let my bladder relax… and just lay there and let it happen… but the unprepared wetting in this room… NIGHTMARE TO CLEAN UP! I usually like to prep myself for that… like I say, it’s my day off from wetting activities… but slowly, I realised… I don’t think that’s quite the truth… I was holding on for dear life, scared about moving… when my body was sent into a sudden awakening, as I sat up in bed as pee started to seep through the crotch of my pj pants and felt the warmness in my fingers that was trying to hold it back! I managed to stop the flow… there was a small wet patch on the front of my red and very geeky Pokémon PJ pants! I tried to quickly assess the damage of the sheets… nothing seemed to leak through as of yet, thank god! It was just my PJs with the damage! I had to go so badly… I just had to try make it at this point… sitting here contemplating was going to lead to a fully soaked bed filled with pee!! I slid myself off the bed, making it to my feet. I almost froze completely… another spurt escapes into my hand, as I’m heavily holding my crotch to try and stop it, forming a bigger patch at the front of my PJs… you can see a dribble running down now from the crotch to the side of my leg! It was now or never… I have to make it! Feeling determined, I start walking my way out of the room… I open the door to the bedroom with the one hand I’m not holding with, I make it to the corridor and then another massive leak… The crotch of my pants is now a dark red, a definite sign that my dam walls of my bladder were about to burst… slowly taking steps to the bathroom! I could almost sense it… sitting down and just letting the torrent unleash… but with every step, another spurt escaped, as if to say with every step closer my bladder just wanted to let go. I had managed to stop the leaks with each step so far, but my crotch was definitely getting quite wet. I CAN SEE THE BATHROOM… JUST A FEW MORE STEPS… Taking the last few steps, a slow stream starts making its way out… I feel it run down my legs… yet to pull down my PJ pants… leaving small dribbles of pee on the tiles leading to the bathroom… I can’t stop it anymore… as I pull my pants down, my flow is now in full effect… I have no time to aim at the toilet and my bladder gives in… I had no only started pissing while my PJs were on, running down my legs, I almost lost feeling in my legs… I couldn’t stand! The feeling of release was so good, I just collapsed on the toilet and let the torrent of pee just escape! I mostly got it in the bowl, but there still was a puddle on the floor of when I was clearly peeing myself getting my pants down! I sat there, for a good two minutes of piss constantly escaping my body… I felt like I was in another world… it felt so damn good! 5 minutes later, I woke up and back into reality… coming to terms with the feelings I just had… was I embarrassed I couldn’t make it… nope! Was I impressed I managed to make it as far as I did… yes! Was I insanely turned on by my morning so far… DEFINITELY! I wasn’t planning on wetting activities for today, BUT MY GOD I AM GLAD I DID!! I’m sitting here now reliving this… and I am glad I have a community to share this with who might appreciate this story! It’s a big reminder that you aren’t weird… things that we are taught to not do, we still can… and enjoy the consequences of our actions, instead of being embarrassed by them! So… where to from here… I might have to do something about these tingling feelings I have… but I don’t think I’ll be sharing that part of the story with you all 🫢🫢 I hope you enjoyed my morning and reading along with me, as I peed myself and almost my bed!! 🖤🖤

Hi Everyone, this one is not one of my own but one I managed to save fron Xtube before it was closed down, I hope that you all like it as much as I do, Graeme Bustin' for the bathroom.mp4

a rare public wetting from the archives! please enjoy! i left such a long trail of pee behind my car 😳 if u would like to support me please consider buying the full video here: https://www.manyvids.com/Video/4941593/a-close-up-of-thoroughly-soaking-my-jeans-in-the-parking-lot/ parking lot teaser video 720.mp4

I had the wonderful pleasure of commissioning @AlphaHyoudou for some drawings corresponding to one of my first stories!! I'm so glad I got to put a face onto Mali's name with his help! Many thanks out to him for his talent and dedication with this project! Enjoy! _______ Mali [F] - 19 y/o, kinky, curious, and always finds herself in a pickle when she least expects it. Yuta [M] - 20 y/o, is off doing his own thing this time around. ------- Prologue (recap): Mali's awakening began with her boyfriend, Yuta, playing a game of restraint with it resulting in Mali soaking herself right in front of her own toilet, to her surprise, she liked. The next incident occurred when Mali had to hydrate on a hot summer day at work. This worked to her disadvantage, and she came home stumbling only to find Yuta taking a long, carefree shower. With the last of her resources, Mali resolved to using a vase, but out of clumsiness drops it, breaking it, and relieving herself all over her kitchen floor. We now find Mali a few weeks after the last incident collecting her thoughts on where to take her wet kinks next. ------- Ever since her after-work fiasco a few weeks back, Mali has been more cautious about how she manages her work days. More bathroom breaks than none, checking traffic levels online beforehand, making sure no imbecile Yuta hogs the bathroom when she arrives home; the usual. More than this though, she couldn't help but also remember the feelings she went through, surprise, suspense, shock, anger, and so on. But above all, she felt a desire. A desire to feel that excitement again, a desire to fulfil an unusual libido, and a desire to embrace the enormous relief of her bladder once more. Lucky for her, she found herself a very carefree day ahead of her, a day without any company to intrude, no work, no disruptions. 9:21 AM: I want to do something, but what? she pondered. And then it hit her, she won't do anything, intentionally. I have the whole day to relax right? So that's what I'll do. I'll relax, lower my defenses, and see just how long I can go! She makes her preparation: comfy clothes, snacks, bottles of waters and teas, means of entertainment, anything she could possibly need to spend a day alone, the pace of which is set by her own curious desires. 10:03 AM: Mali starts off browsing her socials and feeling out the day ahead of her. She scrolls through seas of the day's viral posts, online comedians, discussions and threads, anything and everything. Alongside her socials, it was very easy for her to get lost in conversation with her friends in group chats. "What'd you think of the album ### just dropped?", "How's Yuta?", "Do you guys wanna play a few matches of ##### later?"; all were questions they and she would throw around, going off on tangents from all of them for what seemed like hours. In fact, she did go on for quite some time, and before she knew it, she was nearly 2 hours in, and already nearing the end of her first bottle of water. 11:54 AM: Mali stretches out, and gets in a few minutes of daily exercises to get herself energized. While doing these, she felt a faint, but existent amount of liquid accumulating in her tank, not nearly enough to be a worry, but just enough where if she wanted to go, she definitely could. Working up a light sweat, and not making her hair today, she decides to freshen up with a shower. She cleans, washes her hair and dries up, doing her best to not mind the toilet taking up space in her bathroom. She tosses her towel onto a towel hook behind her door, and shuts it behind her, going to get changed. However, Mali did fail to notice that she slipped the towel on there a bit too carelessly, leaving the towel barely hanging onto the door. She thinks to herself, Wait, no one's going to come by today, nobody's going to care what I wear. Nor is anybody going to care how MUCH I wear. Genius! It was still warm out this time of year, and she had no reason to dress up for warmth. She takes one large-for-her-size T-shirt from her dresser, fits it on over herself and calls it an outfit. No need for a bra, pants, or panties. Only comfort. And of course a shrinking bladder capacity. 1 water bottle has been downed along with half of a bottle of iced tea. 1:08 PM: Mali fetches a playlist of hers on her phone, grabs some manga and lies on her bed, reading away at some of her untouched volumes. She finds herself fond of romcoms, lighthearted and heavyhearted alike, along with the occasional shonen. But it's really the romcoms that take most of her attention, itching her to read chapter after chapter. Drinking and snacking throughout all this, she starts feeling a pressure lying with her on the bed below her stomach, reminding her what she's been working towards this whole time. Adding to her own kinky curiosities, she decides to search up some online doujins (eroticas) that fit her newfound urinating interests. She stumbles upon diverse Omo titles, all from many different artists, putting twists on their own desires. The sights excited her; wetting girls, soaked jeans, leaky trails, gushing crotch holding. Mali was turned on by what she saw along with what she remembered. She resisted the urge to masturbate though, as she knew that she'd want to have a wetter climax than usual if she did, not to mention that what she viewed had already made her want to pee even more. She had finished her bottle of tea at this point. 2:31 PM: Tension between her and her urethral muscles was rising, but not yet dangerous enough to create a big concern. Mali began to move from side to side now, and found herself unable to sit completely still anymore. At this time she had hopped into an online call with some friends into a shooter game. Despite her tastes in literature, she never backed down to a fast paced run-and-gun session. During this time, she sat on her knees while playing, her lower legs flat underneath and slightly beside her thighs in a narrow "V" shape. Between matches, she continued to sip at some water, though it was beginning to trouble her to down it knowing how much it would impact her. She now started squirming seated in front of her TV, making her issue less ignorable. "...shit's getting serious now..." she mumbled. "What was that Mal?" a friend asked, unaware of her situation. "Ah~ nothing." she replied. After some more time playing, Mali disconnected from her call, knowing her focus now had to be put into holding it instead of talking with her friends. 3:34 PM: Mali switched to solo games. Her determination to keep playing matched her determination to withstand her urges to let go right here on her room's carpet. She could no longer drink; she could allow no more fluids into her body. Her lower half was tightly squeezed together, and began trembling, creating a sweat coating her legs and groin. Her lower legs and feet were completely underneath her, clenched along with her bladder. Because she wasn't wearing anything, her legs grew cold because of the sweat, adding to her shivering. 3:41 PM: Mali encounters a waterfall in her game. Her eyes widen. "...fuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK-" *FRSH* "FCK!" She squeezes her thighs together tightly. Panting, she becomes aware of the damage, a burst of golden liquid slipped out of her with high force, leaving the spot of carpet she sat on soaked and still soaking with her pee. The burst sprinkled the area right above her ankles on the back of her legs, and consequentially, her lower legs and ass grew warmer from the splash. Mali did not succumb to the end of her journey yet tho ugh, for she was dead set on finishing the level of her game. 3:44 PM: Her heart beat quick. Small drips began to leak from her pussy, but nothing large came out. She now breathed a slight moan, sweat from top to bottom, her desperation peaking further and further. 3:46 PM: Mali approached the goal, tear beads in her eyes, with crazed smirk growing on her face. The level complete box flashed on screen, and Mali shakily stood up with her hands tucked firmly between her legs. The timer began, and she had to move fast. Steadier leaks rained through her fingertips and down her legs. Drops trickled onto the floor as she darted for the hallway to her bathroom. The pitter-patter of the droplets soon turned to tips and taps as she transitioned from her carpeted room to her wood-tiled hallway. Darting for the door, her energy was all in her body movements, and began loosening up her control on her urethral muscles. She became a low pressure golden sprinkler, small splashes escaping her crotch and falling all around below her torso, leaving a spotty trail. Mali arrives at the bathroom door. She grabs the knob. Pushes it, only to be met with a force preventing her entrance. The towel she had hung up earlier had fallen behind the door, jamming it between the floor and the bottom of the door. "N-no please...you're joking!" She swiftly grabs the front of her shirt and shoves it into her stream. She loses all control. Warm, high pressure pee soaks her shirt and hands, and tumbles down blow making a hisses and splashes that comparable to a shower head. Mali's body completely tense, she shoves the door with her shoulder, her entire body weight slamming into the door over and over again as through her fingers gush warm fluid and splash out of her shirt below her. Her mind had gone blank with so many emotions that circulated through her head. Her golden liquid coats her ankles now, forming a puddle where her increasingly spotty trail was left. With a final heave, the bathroom door flew open, Mali along with it. Inside, she loses her balance and slips down to one knee, catching herself with one of her pee-soaked hands on the ridge of her bathtub. The sound is now that of a bathtub faucet, gushing out without holding back. Her pee still hosing out, she hoists herself up with what strength she had left, throws open the seat to her toilet, and slides onto it in one maneuver. A sigh of relief mixed with awe and pleasure is let out by Mali so emphatically that even Mali herself has never heard herself sigh before like that. Losing all sense of what was going on, she allowed herself to keep her soaked hand and shirt inside the bowl as she went; it was automatic at this point anyways. Her other hand hanged limp at her side, dripping the liquid gold that she carried with her on that hand moments before. She stared blankly as she completely emptied her bladder after nearly six and a half hours of holding it and drinking fluids. As she subsided, she regained her thoughts and looked around. She first looked down. Her hands and shirt continued dripping after her flood's release, trickling into the partially filled golden bowl as well as off to its side. Her legs stained the seat and sides of the toilet and too continued to drip. The tiles in front of the toilet had a notable splash near the corner between the wall and the bathtub/shower. The side of the bathtub had a golden print that vaguely resembled the shape of a firm grasp. Preceding these marks was a sharp dash of pee followed by her sizable puddle followed by another trail. She let out a groan, accompanied by a small laugh while gripping her head at what she did, not caring what she soaked with her golden rain any longer. She felt comfortable though, her urge was relieved, and everything under her legs was still heated by the contents of the toilet. I'm happy though, she thought to herself. I'll have to experiment in the future with more things of that sort. Yuta would like it. I know I did! I even came a little bit. Either way, I should situate things here....my soaked shirt is starting to get cold... _______ Again, many thanks to @AlphaHyoudou for making this possible, and thank you for reading (for the first or second time lol)!

You don't have to read everything to answer, but the last paragraph should be read. "I'll need you to fill out this form first." You feel like you just woke up. An anthropomorphic cat is handing you a clipboard with a paper on it. Your face must look confused because the cat speaks again. "Memory loss? Again? I told them not to hit you as hard as the last one." The cat says before adjusting the lab coat they're wearing. "I'm Dr. Skull, the scientist that'll be observing you and your creature. You were chosen to be studied on how the human mind works." You can guess their name comes from the fact that neither their tortoise-shell fur nor skin comes past their ears, leaving an exposed, eye-less skull. "Make your dream being using the template on the paper. Once you've finished, set the paper onto the tray next to you, and the being will appear in the testing room before. After some time, the panel in front of you will give you options that you must choose from for your being to act out alongside their status. Go wild, though. Anything can be reset, from death to scenes to unwanted reactions." You look at the paper stuck on the clipboard and think of all the possibilities. "After some research, you can get a second or third creature. It'll be a reward, however, so try to comply." Dr. Skull leaves the room, and you look over the paper, choosing the options and filling in blanks. Name: [Chosen by Fecility, Suggestions Allowed] Pronouns: [Freeform] Presenting: Feminine, Masculine, or Androgynous Genitalia: Penis or Vagina Species: Human, Hybrid, Anthro, Pokemon [Animal/Pokemon Suggestions Allowed] Personality: Headstrong, often avoids using the bathroom, asks for the bathroom, uses hands to hold, forgets need in favor of finishing task at hand, or Shy, easily humiliated, almost never mentions bathroom need, easily scared, no methods to hold, or Calm, polite, never mentions need, may ask for the bathroom, crosses legs to hold, posh, may forget need to seem classy, or Friendly, outgoing, may hold off need to continue talking, hates accidents in front of friends, doesn't mind accidents in front of strangers Bladder Size: Big [Four Gallons], Medium [Two and a Half Gallons], Small [Half Gallon] Start Fullness: [Freeform, #/10] Start Thirst: [Freeform, #/10] Scene: Home, Crowed Party, Hangout with Friends, Work [Suggestions Allowed] Bowel Use: Yes or No If yes, answer the questions here: Smut: Yes or No If yes, answer the questions here:

Hello all, I'm finally writing fiction again! This story revolves around Alissa, a nurse who recently began working at a hospital. She would spend the day observing the staff in the ultrasound room, and feel something entirely new to her as the day went on! This story contains nudity and sexual scenarios. Slowly waking up, Alissa rubber her eyes before stretching her long slender arms towards the ceiling. She took a moment to admire her perfectly sculped red nails before looking over at the alarm clock. 5:15AM, 15 minutes before her alarm. This left her with 2 hours and 15 minutes before she needed to leave to go to work. She pushed the covers off of her, revealing her tall, slender body, which came in at 6' 2" of perfection. She turned off her alarm for the morning and grabbed the set of blue nurses scrubs she had set aside the night before. She was so excited for her first shift doing something more than just paperwork and online learning courses! Her long, straight, brown hair flew behind her as she ran to the bathroom, starting the water for her shower. Then it hit her... Her body would not let her forget that she did not use the restroom the night before, and it was currently creating a hell of an urge to pee! She closed her legs, her blue eyes squinting as she contracted her holding muscles and bent forward, pushing a hand hard against her crotch as she continued to play with the knobs on the shower. She needed the water to be the right temperature, but she needed to pee right away! She settled for close enough, rushing in and barely pulling the shower curtain closed as her flood gates burst open, unleashing a torrent of golden liquid down the area between her open legs and onto the shower floor! Something about the sound of her stream crashing into the tub always turned her on, and she grabbed her breasts and moaned as she continued to unleash the night's contents! Unfortunately, the moment was short lived. Once her stream ended and the relief faded into comfort, her cheeks stopped burning and her body snapped out of its hot, kinky horniness. Finally, she had the chance to set the temperature EXACTLY where she wanted it! She started with her hair, running her fingers through it and making sure there were no clumps before she applied her fancy shampoo. The fancy shampoo she had was excellent, it always did more than expected in just a single use. Long gone were the days of washing her hair twice! And the conditioner? Oh yeah, the peppermint scented conditioner always made her hair radiate with the most exquisite of scents! As for her face wash, she used a mint scented face scrub that did a wonderful job of complimenting the scent of her peppermint shampoo! Her body wash was an unscented scrub that always produced the best bubbles against every inch of her skin! She only needed a couple droplets on a wash cloth and she could do her arms, chest, stomach, and back (with the help of a long brush with the wash cloth wrapped around it). She preferred unscented body washes, as it meant she could choose which perfume to use that day without having to worry about whether or not it would go with her body wash. Alissa squeezed the extra water out of her hair before stepping out of the shower and grabbing her towel. She always started with her face, moving the towel in delicate swirls as to not make her skin red or itchy while it was still sensitive from the steam of the shower. Next, she took the towel to every inch of her body, delicately removing all the moisture from her entire exterior before blow drying her hair. As per her usual, she used the blow dryer on low heat for a moment to get her hair to a partially damp state, then she ran a wide bristled comb through it before putting her panties and bra on. Finally, she finished drying her hair and positioned it perfectly before applying dry shampoo to keep it pristine all day long! Before putting the rest of her clothes on, she applied a few sprays of her favorite dirty vanilla perfume! At long last, she pulled her nurses scrubs over her head and applied her hairspray, followed by sliding her scrub pants up her perfectly slender legs and setting the zipper and button. Finally, she looked at herself in the mirror and applied a very minimal amount of makeup before giving herself the mental thumbs up of a morning well spent. She walked downstairs, preparing herself dippy eggs, fried has browns, bacon, orange juice, and a small glass of chocolate milk. After downing her breakfast and washing her dishes and cookware, she made her morning deposit in the toilet and came back downstairs to watch TV for a bit. Pressing the large red button, her favorite show came on the big screen! "Oh, I love this episode!" She said, her eyes fixed on the tall muscular man wrestling a bear, and winning! She never knew why, perhaps it was just how all the stars were ripped to hell and back, but she'd been hooked on World's Biggest Musclehead since it started 5 years back. It didn't matter how many times the episodes repeated, they were well worth watching. At least, until her phone went off. It was her alarm, time to get moving for work. She got in her Honda Civic and turned the radio on before turning the key. One of her favorite talk shows was on. Today's topic was how to lose weight without giving up your favorite foods. She definitely didn't need to lose weight, but she always memorized what the techniques were, and would use bits and pieces of them to keep herself right at the perfect weight. This sort of love for her lifestyle is what fueled her passion to help others, and vice versa. When she was pleased like this, even the traffic didn't bother her. She arrived to work 25 minutes before her shift began and started conversations with her new coworkers. She was just so excited she could hardly contain herself! Topics ranged from health to boyfriends to what cars they drove to what they were doing after work, and before anyone knew it, they were out of time. Time to get to work. Alissa fluffed her hair and opened the door to her supervisor's office to report in for the day. The morning introductions only took a few minutes, and then she was off! She was part of team B, a 2 person team working in ultrasound room 2. Here, she would get to comfort pregnant women, talk about the wonders of life, giggle about how cute all the babies looked, etc etc... What she didn't expect was what would happen right away... The door burst open, revealing a young woman bouncing in place as she spoke in a rushed manner. "I'm sorry, but can you do this quickly? They kept me waiting SOOO LOOOONG and I have to pee SOOOOO BAAAAAD!" The words flew out of the young lady's mouth before anyone really got a good look at this 22 year old beauty! She was quickly sat down and told that she would have to lie flat, and that for certain parts of the test, she would need to remain still. It became obvious that this information hit the young lady like a freight train, causing her excited face to briefly contort into one of worry... "Don't worry, these tests don't take long. We'll have you out of here and on your way to the bathroom in no time!" Said Alissa, putting the gel on the paddle and handing them over to Kristen, a more experienced coworker who would be the one actually performing the ultrasound. The young lady pressed her knees together and tried to hide the worry on her face... "I hope you're right..." She muttered, realizing the situation she was in. Her mother forced her to bring spare clothes, and she had protested the entire morning, but now, she might be glad that she listened to her mother... The pressure within her continued to grow. Apple juice, milk in her cereal, a tall glass of water before she left, the water they gave her in the waiting room, and the 90 minutes they kept her waiting... It all wanted out, and the only thing between her and relief was a test that supposedly would be quick, and a dash to the nearest toilet. To pass the time, conversations started about how the equipment worked, what the two nurses do outside of work, and what this young lady had planned for the rest of her day. Truth is, this was her plan for the day. She was so excited to see the growing baby within her, she hadn't even considered that there was a whole second half of the day... Maybe she'd go out with friends, maybe she'd cook one of her signature dishes, maybe she'd just play video games. Her worry started to fade as her mind started to explore the second half of the day, until Kristen placed the paddle on the young lady's belly. "AH! COLD!" Escaped the young lady's mouth as her eyes closed tightly and her entire body shuddered in place! Her bladder quivered within her, forcing her to grab herself as her knees slammed shut! She was sure she'd just leaked... She just hoped it wasn't enough to make a visible wet spot. But when she opened her eyes, she saw that both nurses were focused on the monitor. Phew... What a relief, they weren't giggling at her desperation or examining her wet spot... Then again, why would they? They have a job to do, after all, and they were doing it well. Well, Kristen was basically doing everything... Alissa closely watched Kristen's movements and would periodically look up at the screen, seeing the baby slightly move from time to time! The room fell silent, all parties involved were observing the miracle of a new life being made within this beautiful young lady! "And there we go, all done! You can use the toilet now, we'll have some pictures for you when you come back." Said Kristen, tossing the rags she'd just use to clean the gel from the young lady's stomach. "Thank you thank you thank you!!!" Shouted the young lady, hunching over as she stood up before bolting out the door! Alissa looked at the floor and saw the remnants of the young lady's struggle to escape the room... While she hadn't left a whole trail, her dribbles meant that Alissa had to get out one of the spill pads and perform her cleaning dance. She knew how to make everything fun, and when it came to these spill pads, she just put one under each foot and began dancing, scooting across the floor with the pads under her feet. Before she knew it, she'd already reached the doorway. She picked up the pads, noted the small damp spots on them, and disposed of them. Meanwhile, a commotion could be heard down the hall... "I'M BEGGING YOU! LET ME GO FIRST! I'M GONNA POP!" The words flew out of the young lady's mouth in a frantic rush, her entire body shaking in desperation as a housekeeper began to stop aside. While it was only a few seconds before she entered the bathroom, this young lady's bladder could've sworn it was years! She hopped in place, switched feet, slammed her knees together, nothing helped anymore... She had begun to lower her pants when her dam broke, spraying boiling hot piss into her pink panties! She frantically sat down, releasing the rest of her bladder's contents into the toilet as the wetness of her mini accident began to warm her legs. She wanted to cry so badly, but fought to keep her composure. She kept pulling out more paper towels, but it was no use... She couldn't hide a leak that large... She had no other choice. She pulled out her cell phone and called her mother, asking her to bring her spare pants and panties to the restroom. Luckily, the housekeeper already figured out what was up, and stepped around the corner to give the two ladies some privacy. The young lady only cracked the restroom door, grabbing the pants and panties from her mother, as well as a large baggie for her soiled clothes. Once again pulling the door closed, the young lady pulled her wet pants and undies down and took them off completely, depositing them in her bag. She took paper towels to her legs before putting on her new panties and pants. Something nagged at her not to open the bathroom door, but she knew she couldn't stay in there forever. When she opened the door, her mother had already stepped aside. She simply handed the bag of dirty clothes to her mother and thanked her for making her bring the spare clothes. The young lady went back to the ultrasound room, her presence putting the brakes on the conversation that was going on between Kristen and Alissa. The young lady was given the papers she was owed, and the trio spent a few moments going over the images of the miracle growing within her. Finally, something to pull her out of her funk! She couldn't help but laugh as her spirits were lifted back up again by these two nurses. Truly they must be some of the best around. Another few patients came and went, presenting their own miracles of life growing within them, as well as one more show of desperation. Alissa knew it was just work, and she shouldn't take pleasure or displeasure in other's misfortune, but something was brewing within her awakening mind. All these shows of desperation, all the attractive women holding back full bladders, it was making her wish she was in that situation so she could experience that kind of desperation for herself. And she knew exactly how to do it. Break time was in an hour, and she would not allow herself to use the restroom during her lunch. However, there was one more patient before lunch. Into the room came a nervous young lady... She was barely over 18 and it was obvious that she really didn't want to be here. Kristen and Alissa had read through the young lady's papers a bit earlier and already knew what she was in for. Her doctor needed the ultrasound images from her bladder, as the young lady had bounced off of a few doctors and tried different medications, but nothing was working. Her accidents continued, and her social life was in shambles. As much as she didn't want to be here, where she could potentially have an accident in front of nursing staff, she knew she would never make any progress if she didn't at least try. So here she was, with her baggie of skin safe wipes and spare clothes hanging from her left hand. "H... Hi. I'm Kelsey, thank you for seeing me today." The young lady gave off a lot of nervous movements, matching her records perfectly. It really was a shame for her to be riddled with these problems at such a young age, but at least she was on track to getting them taken care of. She truly was the best around when it came to finding a silver lining in impossible situations. Kristen and Alissa introduced themselves to the young lady and explained what an ultrasound consisted of, and the position she would need to be in. Therein lied the issue... Upon lying flat on her back, Kelsey's bursting full bladder stuck out like a watermelon! Alissa's mind started to wander... Perhaps this young lady wasn't just nervous about the test... She must be using those nervous movements to hide her desperation. Kristen flew through the material she was required to read before the test began, and Alissa began putting the gel on the pads. "This is gonna be really cold." Said Kristen, waiting just a moment before placing the paddle on Kelsey's stomach. The ultrasound began by tracing the perimeter of the young lady's bladder, which seemed to push her desperation up to 11! She shook in place, sweat ran down her face, her hands clenched into fists, and finally, she simply couldn't stop herself anymore! Her legs SLAMMED shut, pressing her knees and thighs together so hard the skin turned white! Unfortunately, this position just wouldn't do. Kristen knew this would be the last thing this young lady wanted to hear, but it had to be said. After all, the test wouldn't work as things were now. "Um, Kelsey, you have to keep you legs open. We can't get a good image with your legs closed like that." Kelsey's face contorted into nothing but worry as she tried to relax her legs and pull them apart from each other, but she was just too desperate. "I... I can't. If I take my legs apart, I'll wet my pants." "That's okay. Just try for me, okay? We can always help you clean up if it truly comes to that." Said Kristen, pulling the paddle away from the young lady's stomach as she expressed genuine compassion for the young lady. Alissa came over and reached out, asking the young lady to hold her hand. She would offer support and help the young lady through this. "O-okay..." Sighed Kelsey, pulling her shaking legs apart from each other. Her hands clenched into fists as her entire body shuddered in desperation! The screen showed the muscles around her bladder spasming and contracting, putting up a real fight against Kelsey's will to keep her flood within her! She kept fighting with everything she had, but it would inevitably end in defeat... PSSSHHHHH!! "NO!" Shouted the young lady, closing her eyes in desperation while whipping her free hand into her crotch as she fought to stem the flow, but nothing could help her now... Her boiling hot flood did exactly what she was afraid it would... It ran down her legs, soaking her black panties and pink pants. Despite the accident in progress, the ultrasound continued. What her bladder was doing right now was important information for her doctor. Alissa's cheeks started to burn, and she had to focus on her job in order to prevent herself from breathing heavy and moaning... The accident in progress was really turning her on, but she couldn't do anything about that right now... She had to stay professional. She looked up at the screen, seeing the cause of the accident in progress! She had never seen anything like it! The muscles around the young girl's bladder had all gone crazy! Given how hard they were all contracting, it was a miracle she lasted as long as she had. Finally empty, the test continued for a moment as the muscles around the young lady's bladder finally relaxed, leading to her breaking down in tears right there on the ultrasound table. Whatever emotions Alissa was high on immediately shattered as her instincts kicked in. She immediately comforted the young lady, helping her clean up before wrapping her in a large sheet and escorting her to the nearest restroom to change. With the young lady inside the restroom, Alissa took the moment to assure herself that she was going through with her plan. While she would prefer not to wet herself in front of everyone, she wanted to feel the embarrassment of genuine desperation in public. End of part 1. Part 2 coming in the next few days.

This is my first time writing fiction about my personal fantasies. I am writing this story to sort of test the waters, and see if I'm any good at writing stories, coming up with plots, etc... I'm into humans with animal features (not full body fur), large bladders with ridiculously high capacities, and the rush you feel when completely and utterly desperate to empty your bladder. In real life, I'm a mechanic by hobby and enjoy driving my Audi TT on backroads and circuit tracks. I am mechanically savvy and enjoy driving fast. I also refer to my car as being female... Don't ask me why, I just do lol WARNING: This story contains abuse. It's used as a backstory for Roxy. This is in no way meant to advertise abuse, claim that it's okay, or any related situation(s). Inspiration: Ruri's Manners - Jimmy Olsen here on omo.org, Hellsing Ultimate - anime, BNA - anime, Jobless Reincarnation - anime, Fairy Tail - anime, Strike Witches (and Brave Witches) - anime. With all that out of the way, it's about time to start Part 1 of the story. Note that there's no real omorashi in the first part, it's mostly used for world building and character building. In the year 2022, many people experience attraction to animalized humans, furries, and sometimes just plain animals. How far one particular group is willing to go in terms of trust, friendship and equality will all be tested one fateful day when they meet Roxy. Damien is a tall man that lives in the city. He works on his sportscar and loves driving fast. He stands 5'11", often sporting black Dickies cargo jeans, a blue Summit Racing Equipment shirt and a white-on-gray hat with the 3RK logo on the front. He has blue eyes, brown hair parted high and swished over to the right, as well as black plastic glasses with blue accents. His car of choice is a 2004 Audi TT Roadster. The turbo charged, all-wheel-drive convertible capturing his heart after the first test drive. On this particular day, he was driving through a forest. Full of tall, healthy trees with leaves and flowers in full bloom, the forest seemed to wrap around the road perfectly. He took this opportunity to floor his convertible, quickly accelerating from the speed limit of 45mph to nearly 80mph before shifting up and flooring it again. Caught up in the rush of the moment, he continued accelerating until the wind took his hat right off his head. He came to a crawl and pulled over, walking back and forth over the same section of road many times without any luck finding his hat. Luckily, there was nobody else around and he could do this for quite some time without feeling like he looked out of place. He hadn't seen a single car since leaving the city and turning onto this road. After about an hour of searching, he was definitely feeling the need to pee. To be fair, he had been feeling it for quite some time. Only now was he no longer able to ignore it completely. Concentration was getting harder, his legs wouldn't sit still, and he kept reaching near his crotch. Finally, he walked behind some trees, pulled his dick out, and let go. His 1800ml bladder capacity meant that when he was full, he released a powerful stream for over a minute straight before finally finishing. The feeling of relief was ecstatic, and was one of many reasons he enjoyed holding himself until the point of total desperation. With his bladder taken care of, he zipped his pants back up and continued his search for his beloved hat. After another 20 minutes of searching, he saw someone walking in the woods with his hat on. He called out to them, only for them to disappear into the trees. Confused and angry at whoever took his hat, he gave chase. Running as fast as his legs could carry him, he caught several glimpses of the thief. Whoever they were, they were incredibly nimble and had ungodly amounts of stamina. They refused to run in a straight line, rather digging their bare feet into the bases of trees and springing off of the trees with incredible speed. He thought he had to be seeing things from the heat when he caught a glimpse of what looked like a tail darting around behind the hat thief. It was hard to make out, they were just so darn fast. Finally, they reached the edge of the woods and the thief transitioned to a hunched over sprint on both arms and legs before pulling away with incredible speed. Their back rose and fell, bending aggressively with each gallop. Whoever this was, it was certainly no ordinary person. Damien was out of breath, only fueled by the NEED to get his hat back and to see what exactly he was chasing. As the mysterious figure outran Damien completely, she found herself at a wooden fence. Inside were birds in what looked like large wooden cages, some sort of boar without the big teeth or long hair, and lots of grazing cows. She took this moment to catch her breath and look back, only to find that Damien was still running! His stride was sloppy, his hair no longer neatly swished over across his head, and his shirt was nearly completely covered in sweat. Taking in the image of determination being projected by her pursuer, the thief sat down in the grass and waited. As Damien closed the distance, he saw the thief was waiting and slowed to a jog while attempting to catch his breath. He only said "Look, I'm sorry if I scared you, I just want my hat back. I won it at a go-karting competition and I wear it everywhere. I'd like it bac-" Before he could say more, he was taken aback by the fact that the thief got up from a sitting position by leaning forward, putting her hands on the ground, and all at once throwing her knees back and springing up. She didn't seem out of breath at all. Her clothes were filthy, not from running away, but from being the only clothes she had. At this moment, Damien realized the thief was a girl with no extra clothes, and nowhere to go. Damien once again asked for his hat back, and was met with a confused stare. Also noticing her green speckled eyes, Damien motioned to the top of his head and then to hers, before once again asking that his hat be returned. Reaching for his hat, Damien was startled back by the sudden hissing and raising of the thief's tail. It was at this moment that he realized he had been chasing a sort of human animal. Unsure if she spoke English, Damien kneeled to the ground and extended an open hand. This time met by a confused stare from incredibly large pupils. He decided to handle this the way he would get something back from his pets. He sat down with his legs criss-crossed, tapped the ground next to him, and smiled. The mysterious girl followed suit, and inched closer to him. Seeing the opportunity, he quickly reached and took his hat back. He was too sweaty to wear it comfortably and instead simply placed it in his lap. As he took the hat, out folded a pair of fluffy ears. They stuck up like satellite dishes. The thief's pupils immediately contracting to tall, thin slivers, and then she flexed her hand and extended claws. Seeing what was happening, Damien quickly laid the hat on the ground in front of him. Once again, the thief donned the hat and hid her ears. Her pupils once again growing to gigantic proportions. After a moment, Damien decided to try to apologize. He hoped that even if this girl couldn't understand English, she might understand that he didn't mean to hurt her. He said "Sorry for startling you. You can keep the hat. It's okay." To his surprise, she answered "Why would you give me this? Everyone always takes everything from me." Taken aback by this response, Damien explains the homelessness problem in his city. Because they lack the decency that others expect, they're repeatedly taken advantage of, made fun of, and not given any respect. Forced to beg and steal, they don't project a very good image, and people don't try to see that those homeless people are people too. He explained that one of his closest friends used to be homeless. They saw someone drop their wallet while walking away from a street vendor, and instead of stealing it, returned it to the person who dropped it. That person took them in. Said person was Damien, the young man now in front of this animal girl. She seemed unable to cry, simply shaking and sniffling. Damien motioned for a hug, and after some hesitation, she took the opportunity and accepted his warm embrace. He asked that she come with him. He'd take her home, get her cleaned up, buy her clothes, and get her a proper life. He did feel the need to explain that he's never seen anyone like her before, but decided not to bring it up at the moment. Now only walking, Damien led the way back to his car. Along the way, Damien explained that he was a working man. He spent time away from home doing a job at a hospital. He asked patients what they'd like to eat, brought them their food and set their hospital tables up (picture the adjustable tables that reach over the bed, just big enough for a tray and some small personal items). He was also responsible for making sure the patients enjoyed the food, and for bringing food, drinks and supplies to the pantry every day. For the first time since they started walking together, the girl broke her silence. She asked what a tray was, why people had to be patient, and what a pantry was. Taking time to explain that a tray was a flat object that you put food and drinks on top of, that 'patients' meant people who were in the hospital and that a pantry was a small room where food and supplies were kept, he noticed the sparkle in this mysterious girls eyes. It was as if she had just realized what he was talking about. They continued their conversation as they continued walking back to the car, with Damien answering her questions and still not bringing up how incredibly odd, or rather unique, she truly was. Upon reaching the road, Damien looked for his car, but it was out of sight. He pressed the PANIC button on his keys, but nothing happened. He acted as if nothing was wrong, turned to his right, and continued walking down the road. It was a 50/50 change that he was going the right way, until he recognized several trees where their chase had started. It was moments like this where the hyper-awareness afforded to him by his Asperger's syndrome actually proved useful. He gained some pep back in his step, saying it shouldn't be far now. Looking back, his follower didn't seem tired at all. She just looked confused, and... Happy? It was hard to tell with her face in shadow, and he wasn't used to trying to read emotions from people with cat-like eyes (and ears which he couldn't see under her new hat.). Finally, his car was in view. Still sitting next to the road with the blinkers on and the top down, waiting for her owner to return. Hearing a change in her breathing, Damien looked back to see his follower completely mesmerized by the flashing hazard lights. He explained that she'd need to get in, if he was going to get her home. This was again met with confusion. "You want me to get inside that machine?" She asked. Damien explained that it was a car, made to take people from one place to another, and that everyone where he's from has at least one and they use it on a regular basis. It's just how people get around where he's from. Taking in his answer, she decided it was time to ask him his name, as she had completely forgotten it. "Damien. My name is Damien. What's your name? You never told me." Said Damien, taking the opportunity to get this girl's name before taking her home. "Nobody has every spoken to me like this, and I'm not sure I have a name. But I used to have this band around my neck. It said Roxy on it. I eventually tore it off and threw it somewhere. It reminded me of what it meant to be owned. It was the whole reason I've been living in the woods instead of inside the fence you cornered me at." She grew more anxious as she spoke, getting shaky as she mentioned that she used to belong to somebody. Before she could say anything else, she was met with kind words. "I have two pets, a dog and a cat. They don't stand up or speak like you, but I love them nonetheless. It's not uncommon for people to fall in love with their pets. There are entire communities built around dog lovers and cat lovers. In fact, the two hate each other, always fighting over whether dogs are better than cats or cats better than dogs. Keep in mind, they're not fighting in order to hurt each other, they're fighting to see which one is truly better. So far, they're still fighting and there doesn't seem to be a clear answer yet. It sounds like you weren't a loved pet, and I intend to change that. First, I need to make it clear that you are NOT my pet. You're my friend. You may look like a cat, run like a cat, have the eyes, ears and tail of a cat, but you can communicate and express your own will. I don't know how your previous owner treated you, but I don't intend to own you. I will treat you the way I treat all my friends. I know this seems weird. I'm weird, and I like helping people. Now let's get going. Travis is going to wonder why I'm not back yet if we don't get going." Roxy didn't say anything. She had a new sparkle in her eyes. She was so happy, and confused, and just went with what Damien told her to do for now. Without any words said, both Damien and Roxy knew this moment would last forever. Who would've thought that anyone would ever be kind to Roxy like this? And who would've thought that Damien would ever find such a strange and unique creature? Neither one had any answers, they just continued on with the moment that sealed their bond to each other as trusting and loyal friends. Damien walked to the drivers side of the car, opened the door, sat down, and closed the door. He asked Roxy to do the same thing on the other side. She did. Now inside the machine, she realized that her entire perspective on these car things was wrong. These weren't unstoppable machines that killed animals on the road because that's just what they did. They were a means of transportation. She took a moment to close her eyes and sink into the padded seat as this realization set in. For the first time in her life, happy tears formed. Damien did not interrupt this. A moment later, she opened her eyes, rubbed her tears away, looked over to Damien, and saw that something had a hold of him! Panic! She was so panicked! Was this why these machines killed? Was this machine now in control of Damien? Before she had answers to any of these questions, she shouted out "Look! Something's got a hold of you! Are you okay?! Should I claw through it?!" This time, it was Roxy who was met with a confused look coming from Damien. He looked down, unbuckled his seatbelt, and took it off. This time, he explained what it was for as he put it on, and said that she needed to wear one as well. This isn't the smoothest car, being low to the ground with a tendency to bounce on uneven roads, therefore it was that much more important that they both wear their seatbelts. It was for their safety. Relieved that they weren't in any danger, Roxy followed his lead and put her belt on. After helping her get the end of the belt into the buckle, Damien started the car. Again, Roxy became fixated on the strangest things. "I've never seen a machine that purrs before. Usually they just bolt by at incredible speed." It took Damien a moment to realize what she was saying, before realizing that Roxy had become fixated on the sound of the engine idling, believing it to be some sort of mechanical purring. He took this moment to explain that the sound that each car makes changes as it speeds up and slows down. "This car does not purr when it's moving. You'll see. We'll start out slow, and go from there." Taking his time getting started smoothly and getting back on the road, he looked over to Roxy. She was just so amazed! She was inside one of these machines! It was moving, and it wasn't doing anything else. It wasn't screeching, beeping or swerving. Again, she simply sat there and took in all these new feelings and realizations, only interrupted by Damien saying something. "If I were you, I'd take the hat off and put it on the floor by your feet. You don't want it blowing away, like it blew away from me before you picked it up." In one quick motion, as if feeling this was an immediate command, she took her hat off her head and placed it on the floor. In doing so, this belt thing moved with her as she leaned forward, depositing her hat on the floor. Fascinating. She thought for sure that this belt would try to choke her or something as soon as she tried to move. On the way home, Damien continued to notice that Roxy was really enjoying herself. She was fascinated by every little thing! He let this go on for a few moments. Once they were about 15 minutes away from the, Damien decided to speak up. "Hey, Roxy. I need to be honest with you. I've never seen someone with ears and a tail like you before. I would imagine that nobody else has either. I don't know how people will react when they see you. I just ask that you focus on me, and on the car if you need to. Stay positive. We'll be home soon." That being said, nobody really seemed too put off by a cat girl in a convertible. That was, until someone approached Damien and Roxy while they were stopped at an intersection. Roxy froze, she closed her eyes, expecting something, anything to happen. Instead, a voice from outside the car said "Damien, is that you? It's me, Brent! You missed the launch!" He stopped talking, seeing this cat... Person... In the passenger seat. "Damien. Who's this? And where are your ears?" Confused, Damien didn't answer. He just looked forward, saying he had to get going, as the light was green. "Great job!" Said Damien, comforting his new friend. She still seemed tense, and he didn't really know what to do about this. 20 minutes of random conversations, and they were at his driveway. He pulled in, stopped, and turned the car off. Roxy's ears shot up, moving around like satellite dishes, searching for the sound of that mechanical purring. She never found it. "We're here. This is my house. Hold on just a moment while I help you out." Once Damien helped her out of the car, he got back in, and put the roof up. Again, Roxy was in complete awe. This thing, it was closing, with Damien inside it. But he wasn't afraid, and it seemed like he wanted the machine to do this. Finally, it stopped moving. A solid CLICK was heard before Damien exited the car, stating that he was done and it was time to go inside. "Before we do, I..." Roxy tensed again as she paused, as if having a hard time saying whatever was on her mind. "... I need to use your lawn. I'll be right back." "Stop that, Roxy." Damien said with authority in his voice. "We don't do that here. I'll show you to the bathroom." This didn't click in Roxy's head. She didn't realize this bathroom was where she was supposed to relieve herself. "But I have to go so bad! How long before I can come back outside?!" "Calm down, Roxy. I'll show you to my bathroom. We do that in the bathroom here." Said Damien, realizing the miscommunication. He took her hand and led her inside. She seemed stiff. He didn't know if this was from being overwhelmed, nervous, desperate for the toilet, or maybe some combination of all of these things. After a few steps, Roxy stopped. Pulling back at his hand, she exclaimed to Damien "Please! I have to go! Let me go back outside!" The only response she got was Damien saying to follow him, and he continued leading her further into the house. He opened the bathroom door, and found that Roxy was now shaking. Looking over to her, he saw that she was bent forward, fists to her sides, breathing heavy, with desperation in her eyes. She didn't say anything. "Roxy, it's okay. Here. It's simple!" Said Damien, as he opened the toilet and explained that she'd need to sit on it before she let go. Making sure Roxy understood, he exited the bathroom to give her privacy. He heard a very powerful stream hit the floor. Then it stopped. Then another powerful stream. This repeated several times before he heard a continuous and very powerful stream hitting the water in the bowl. It lasted almost as long as his did when he relieved himself in the woods! How much was she holding?! No wonder she seemed off. With her pants wet and no idea what to do next, Roxy started crying. It was almost like she was trapped all over again! Damien knocked, and announced he was coming in before opening the door. He found a crying Roxy on the floor. Ears flopped over, tail lying flat against the puddle on the floor and completely soaked, sobbing furiously, she was a wreck. "Roxy. It's okay. There's no need to cry. I'll start a shower to get you cleaned up. C'mon, cheer up. I have some sweatpants you can wear once you're all clean, and I'm sure some of Travis' shirts will fit you. We've got a way to get you clean, and new clothes. I'll take care of the puddle. Seriously, don't worry about it. Just focus on cheering up." Damien took a moment to show Roxy how to adjust the water temperature, as well as how to squeeze the soap and shampoo out of the bottles. After instructing Roxy to undress and pull the curtain across the shower, Damien stood outside the bathroom in wait for her to tell him to come back in. He still needed to clean her puddle. "I... I pulled it across. You can... Come in now." Said a very nervous Roxy in the shower. "Okay, I'm coming in now. Make sure you keep the curtain closed." "What? Why would I open it with you right there?!" "Just making sure." With that Damien came into the bathroom and began cleaning the floor under her puddle. This was very yellow urine with a strong odor. He couldn't help but wonder if she was properly hydrated or not. And with such a beautiful young lady on the other side of the door, he had to pay attention to hide his labored breathing. He had a humongous hard on. Luckily, Roxy was so immersed in the shower that she didn't notice his arousing scents. This was completely new to her. The warm water and steam melted all her tension away, cleared her nose and throat, and relaxed her tremendously. Having finished, she turned the water off. "Damien, are you still in here?" "No. I'm outside in the hallway. If you're done, I'm going to start dinner. There's towels hanging on the walls, use those to dry off before you put your clothes on." "Okay, I will." Roxy was still interpreting the things Damien said as commands. She had to dry off before putting on clothes. It would take time for her to become comfortable around people. That being said, everything that happened today was extremely pleasant, with the exception of her accident of course. While Roxy was drying off, Damien was downstairs starting two boxes of Hamburger Helper. Stirring the meat and adding just a pinch of his favorite spices, he hoped it would help Roxy to calm down about everything that's happened. After opening the bathroom door, Roxy's nose was filled with the most interesting of smells. It smelled like cooked meat. Something was different than the pots over fire that her dad used to use. This was more subtle, no smoky smells or anything. Mixed with a separate aroma... A sort of fiery smell, but not like the outdoor fires she was used to. Did Damien use a different kind of fire when he was cooking indoors? Following her nose, it didn't take Roxy long to find the kitchen where Damien was adding the noodles. That's when she saw it. A calm blue flame, coming out of metal. A very different fire than what she was used to. No wonder it smelled so different. Wait, that it! It was a faint smell similar to those outdoor wells! Is this what those were for? Didn't matter, her mind was on whatever was in the pan. End of part 1. I'm planning a thorough desperation event in part 2. I tried mixing desperation with the ride home, but the whole desperation in the car theme didn't make much sense, as I intentionally portrayed Roxy as not understanding these car things, and how she was so deeply invested in everything that was happening at the moment. It seemed like it would ruin that if I had her start a conversation about desperation while in the car. Also, I didn't want to have to choreograph a wetting scene outside in the city, and I'm not going to make her wet inside the car.

I need a man peeing in the bush or toilet But how can I find it? YOU DO IT!

So, as some may know, I’m someone with a bladder of steel who sometimes experiences stress incontinence (and honestly I’ve leaked randomly as well). It’s either or it seems. Anyway, todays leak was heavier leak. i went out with my friends and had some drinks, which caused a hangover today. I’m sure the alcohol irritates my bladder, thus causing some incontinence today. Well, I was just laying on the couch scrolling through TikTok when I coughed. A very tiny leak occurred, literally not enough to went my underwear in the slightest, but I did feel a little leak out. A couple seconds later another cough came, causing a second tiny leak that didn’t dampen anything. Then the third cough came probably around five mine it’s later, however I coughed again, a little bit harder, and a bigger leak came out, my underwear was pretty went. I stood up bc I wanted to make sure I didn’t get any on the couch and was going to make my way to bathroom to pee and change my clothes. I coughed again, pretty lightly, but this time i started peeing a steady stream. I peed the entire way to the bathroom holding my crotch, leaving a little puddle on the floor in the bathroom. It wasn’t strong enough to hiss, but I definitely couldn’t stop it. It was a very consistent stream of pee and I needed to shower after it, and my pants were VERY wet. and there you have it, another story where coughing has led me to pee my pants. It mostly seems to be coughing that ignites me peeing a lot. Sneezing and laughing cause me to leak, but I haven’t peed like this when these two things happen. part of me wonders if the reason I couldn’t stop this time is bc I was on my way to the bathroom, so my bladder just gave up

I recently bought some new jean shorts, and I've been wanting to try wetting in them. Earlier, I decided to hold until I was bursting, and then go on a walk while wearing them. I also wore a dart t-shirt and a flannel jacket to somewhat hide the wet patch. Soon into the walk, I started leaking a bit. I managed to stop it, but there were loads more on the way. After only 2 mins, pee was already dripping down my ankles. The pressure was getting too much, so I finally admitted defeat after 3 long hours. Just as I started peeing, I realised there were wet footprints leading towards me. I didn't really want these to follow me all the way home, so I headed into a woodland area to my right. It was overgrown this time of the year, but I managed to find a spot to hide in case anyone walked/drove by. I finally gave in, but this was a new feeling. The pee wasnt just staying in the middle and falling down. My groin, thighs, and... sides of my legs were getting warm? The pee started pooling around the leg holes before dripping down my legs. After a minute, the flow finally stopped, but the dripping didn't. 30 more secs later, the dripping stopped as well, and I finally head home. When I got inside, I checked the damage. Turns out my t-shirt didn't hide a thing. Also the wet patch was... wider? I don't know why, but feeling the pee pool around my legs before slowly dripping down felt so much better than wetting normally~ I think I found my new favourite clothes to pee in...

Writer's block is a weird thing. On one hand you can't come up with anything meaningful to put down on paper - physical or virtual - but on the other hand it forces your mind to stray and come up with new, sometimes different, ideas. Some of those are really intriguing and end up becoming their own stories. Well, I have an unfinished story on this site and it's been close to a year since I did anything with it. I cannot for the life of me figure out what to do next, and until I do I still want to write. So, in a patch of boredom and inspiration, I've decided to write something else instead! This is intended to be a longer story, so expect parts to come in batches when time permits. It's gonna have lots of diapers and peeing (an outlandish claim for this forum, I know!), and lots of similarly-themed materiel, but the focus is not necessarily on these aspects. Forewarning - if you just want wetting and embarrassment there's a lot to chew through between those parts, but there will be several in every "chapter", guaranteed or your money back. So without further ado, prepare yourself for the sci-fi adventure of a padded lifetime, a look into the mysterious ways of the greatest warriors on Earth (and their obsessive drive that leads to a most curious of unintentional results)! ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ CHAPTER I - The Girls Are Training Naomi's mouth was drier than the deserts beyond the palace, but the same could not be said for her attire. Sweat had been dripping down her sides for what felt like hours as she continued running laps, over and over and over again, and her drenched exercise pants clung to her thighs for dear life. The sun beat down mercilessly, but she still felt a keen kinship with it - it was still kinder to her than Instructor Thembeka. "Naomi!" her teacher snapped angrily from a few hundred yards away. "The King needs his Knights; step it up!" "I serve-" Naomi exhaled. She knew in her heart it wouldn't be heard that far away, and taking as deep a breath as her lungs would allow she forced a shout. "I serve!" She forced her legs to keep running. They felt like they were on fire but she knew they'd be in far more pain if she dared to stop. The Flowering Knights had a godly reputation to uphold and naught but the grandest of efforts would even begin to satisfy its instructors. Until Naomi collapsed she would be in danger. A tingle of anticipation flowed through her veins. She loved that feeling of danger, of pushing her body too far. It was glorious, a struggle! Palesa always sneered at this and called her an endorphin junkie, but Naomi didn't care what the other trainee thought. The Flowering Knights wanted her best? She'd give it to them. At the jumbling of her own footfalls, the girl was reminded of the pressure on her bladder, but immediately shoved this thought aside. As an aspirant Flowering Knight she had one duty: to protect the King and his people, in that order. All else was secondary. That included potty training. Years ago, when a much younger Naomi walked the Earth... Naomi was just a schoolgirl when her first day in the Flowering Knights trainee program began. Her mother was one of the best of these godly individuals, renowned throughout the land as the King's favored Knight - his One-Eyed Bulldog. That made a lot to live up to, even as a young child, but Naomi liked a challenge. There was no one that did not know the name of the Flowering Knights - men feared them, women adored them and the King championed them, but only the greatest of women could join their ranks. For a girl like Naomi there wasn't even a hint of hesitation at being forced by her mother to go for it. Decision or not, she was excited and ready to go. Many people lived their lives searching for meaning, but the Flowering Knights were meaning. Icons, every one! Standing in the gymnasium were the other trainees, girls of similar age but none of whom Naomi was familiar with. None of them looked like much special, just your usual schoolgirls from around the kingdom. She felt the sneering glares from several others, most likely at the fluffy ears atop her head. Naomi had been born with the blessing of Samesmelting, melded with the spirit of a wild creature. Supposedly it would grant her wisdom and strength beyond the limits of her human body, and in exchange the appearance of its features upon her. It wasn't necessarily uncommon, but it still drew the stares of enough people to make anyone feel embarrassed. Naomi was. She felt her fox ears fold back in shame, looking away. She didn't want to make any enemies before her first lesson had even begun, but it was almost unavoidable at this point - the people would do it for her. "Hey fox ears!" one of them sauntered up to her. "Got a name?" "Naomi," came the whispered reply. She was shy, and unfortunately knew where this was going. The loudmouthed girl looked her up and down. "Eww. Can't believe they let you in here without a leash." A pair of students nearby started snickering to themselves, covering their mouths and looking away. Naomi's face flushed crimson. It wasn't the first time she'd heard that kind of taunting but she'd never gotten used to it. A harsh response formed in her mouth but she held it back: confrontation would certainly get her in trouble. Her mother had warned her before the day started: Don't get on the bad side of your teachers, Naomi, the One-Eyed Bulldog had warned. Your peers can hate you all they want, but so long as you stay in the good graces of your instructors you'll be fine. "I'll be fine," Naomi mumbled halfheartedly. It gave her some small semblance of comfort, even in a time such as this. "What was that?!" the bully snapped. She seized Naomi by the shoulders and shook her back and forth. "You? Fine? How about the rest of us? No one said they'd be letting in some animal! You're probably not even house-trained!" A booming voice tore through the room, echoing off the walls. "Trainees, stand!" Every girl immediately froze in place, turning to face the new arrival. It was a rather buff woman, bearing the ornate dress of the Flowering Knights. A lapel pin indicated her as an instructor, and once this was realized the students formed a single-file line. The instructor approached, folding her hands behind her back and pacing up and down the line. "Hmm...I want to say you're a sorry-looking bunch and you'll never make it. That's what my teacher told me when I wore your shoes, but here I am. That alone should be proof that your road can be tread, be it paved with broken glass!" There was a slight pause while this sunk in. "This will hurt, a lot, but you can succeed. I will make sure of it! Every single one of you can become a Flowering Knight." The woman spun suddenly and barked out, "My name is Thombeka! I am your instructor and you will refer to me as such! Now then, who among you knows the creed of the FW?" No one rose their hand and an uncomfortable silence formed. Thombeka's eyes narrowed and looked back and forth for someone to call out, and all at once she pointed. "You! Name!" A girl nearby squeaked in surprise. "Imka!" Thombeka huffed. "Alright Imka, good on you for volunteering. Now then, what is your new creed?" Imka stuttered, starting to say something unintelligible. In that moment, Naomi felt an overwhelming need to act, and she felt herself speaking with newfound confidence: "We serve the King, and the people of his country!" There was an audible swish as Thombeka's head swiveled over. The woman peered and approached with outlandish footsteps until she stood directly over Naomi. "Hmm...name." "Naomi," her confidence vanished. She felt a very small trickle of warmth in her underwear as she leaked, barely catching herself. Her entire body shivered in anticipation, realizing that she had potentially interrupted one of the most important women in all the land. "Ahhhhh," the instructor exhaled, slowly transforming into a chuckle of her own. "The daughter of OEB. I should have figured that the One-Eyed Bulldog would bring up a girl with audacity. Runs in her blood!" Thombeka's grizzled face relaxed as she looked over the rest of the students. "All of you, say it!" "We serve the King, and the people of his country!" The chorus was chaotic and pathetic, and Naomi's ears winced at hearing it. "Together!" Thombeka barked. It took a few more tries, but finally all the girls said it together. "We serve the King, and the people of his country!" Thombeka clapped her hands once. "Better. Make no mistake - you are now a team, part of the sisterhood second in all the land only to the King himself. If you want to uphold that creed then you will work together. You do not have to like one another to do it." The instructor started chuckling sardonically at this. "And until your actions and words endanger your creed, none of your instructors will stop you." Someone raised their hand. Thombeka pointed her out. "Name." "Palesa, Ma'am," came the reply. Naomi didn't need to look to know that voice - the bully that had called her out earlier. She felt her lips purse in frustration. If this was about her Samesmelting... Thombeka folded her arms. "Okay, Palesa - what is your question?" "I need to use the toilet. May I go?" The girl's voice had grown significantly sweeter compared to the exchange with Naomi earlier. "No," Thombeka replied without missing a beat. "You're in training right now." When the student looked confused and horrified, Thombeka sighed in irritation. "Your creed is to protect the King and then his people, in that order. Everything else is of secondary consideration." Palesa stammered. "What does-" "That means," the instructor cut her off. "That your training as an aspirant Flowering Knight is the most important part of your life for the foreseeable future. Training, training! You must become strong like a lion, faster than the wind and sweet as honey! These things will make you an FW and ensure you can uphold your promise to your king!" The woman leaned in closer, a hardened look on her face. "I will make sure you are able to do so. It's my duty now to train the next Flowering Knights and ensure our creed will continue!" She pointed accusingly at Palesa. "Your King is in danger right this moment! Will the enemy wait for you to take a tinkle and calm your embarrassment?" Palesa didn't answer at first, but a glower from Thombeka fixed that. "My duty is to protect the King!" "Correct! So you will ignore the protestations of your body - if you are sore, you will persevere. If you are tired, you will force yourself to continue. If you have to pee, you will hold it or you will go - I do not care, and neither does anyone in the Flowering Knights. But, you will never stop in your promise. Is that clear?" There was dead silence in the room. Naomi heard her heart beating in her eardrums. The truth was, she'd already been exposed to this type of lifestyle, at least partially, by her mother. She'd never fully been potty trained herself, much to her embarrassment. She was usually fine with the flaw but she was certain the other girls would make her life hell for it. Her mother had insisted it was a problem that would solve itself. Naomi didn't believe that in the moment - it sounded more like everyone else would be forced to share her problem instead. Palesa's voice sounded pale, almost sick to her stomach. "I...yes Ma'am." There was a sharp inhale from Thombeka. "There's no place for humiliation and embarrassment if you want to succeed on the field of battle. The sooner its beaten out of your system, the better. If you're worried about making a mess on the floor, then I commend your sense of cleanliness. Ask any of your instructors for help - you're more than welcome to wear diapers if you so choose." Again, silence. Taking that as no-further-questions, Thombeka continued. "Now then - let's start off simple. Jumping jacks, begin!" The instructor immediately started in with the exercise, and without any further input the girls began to follow suit. Oh, that was a mistake. The PT didn't just start, it never stopped - Thombeka kept going, and going, and going and going and going. Soon the trainees were huffing and puffing, gasping for breath and flapping their arms with exhaustion. After countless minutes, Thombeka stopped. "Alright, sit ups. Find a partner and begin. I'll let you know when you're allowed to stop and switch. We start in sixty seconds." The girls did their best to scatter, too tired to debate and be choosy. Somehow still, most found a way to acquire a sit-ups partner before Naomi could ask. Soon it looked like it was down to just her and Palesa. She was about to consign herself to this defeat when someone gently fluffed her foxy ears from behind. "I need a partner still..." someone said meekly. Not recognizing the voice, Naomi turned her head and met herself eye-to-eye with Imka. Feeling a flood of relief, Naomi bobbed her head up and down in agreement. The two assumed the position. Imka offered to start, which Naomi was only too happy to allow. Her limbs still burned, and any chance to rest was welcome, even if that meant keeping her potential friend stabilized so she could sit up and down repeatedly. Small effort was preferable to exhaustive effort. Imka whispered. "Hey, thanks for speaking up for me back there." It took Naomi a moment to realize what the girl meant. "Yeah, anytime!" She did her best to smile, but felt awkward in so doing. There was a gruff noise from nearby: the instructor. "Speak freely amongst yourselves, girls: your attempts to hide your words irritates my ears. You will know when I demand your silence." The two girls looked at one another before giggling a bit. It wasn't much, but it was the start of a friendship, and that was good enough for Naomi. Finally, she had one person that seemed decent she could rely on. It was just under ten minutes later before they were given the go-ahead to switch. Imka was breathing heavily and delighted to have an opportunity to tag out. Soon Naomi found herself crunching. She tried to focus and steady her breathing, synchronizing with her ups and downs until she settled in on a rhythm. Music was a pattern of life and it would help her here. If the last jaunt was any indication it would be at least five or ten minutes until she could catch a break. Thirteen minutes after, Naomi began to realize the importance of volunteering to go first, even when exhausted. She sucked air through her teeth, noticeably slower than before, as the droning lecture of her instructor continued. "You can go slower if that's all you can do, but you will not stop. Not yet!" As Naomi crashed onto her back once more she heard a trickling sound from her left, and one of her ears twisted on instinct to get a better listen. It sounded like water being poured nearby, but she remembered her predicament and sat back up instead of focusing. Getting singled out by Thombeka would- "Eek!" someone to her left yelped, and there was a scuffling noise. The instructor was on them in a moment as everyone sat up to look. Palesa lay on her back, doing her best to cover her shorts with both hands as a small puddle slowly spread out from under her. The poor girl's exercise partner was on her rear, scooting backwards to outrun the wet danger. Thombeka roared: "Name!" "Palesa!" "Noxolo!" The instructor but her hands to her hips. "Why did you stop?" When no one answered, she continued. "Oh no, your comrade wet herself and your shins might get dampened. The King is in danger and you swore to protect him! What do you do?!" "We serve the King," both girls replied shakily, and Noxolo returned to her partner's side. Soon they were all back to doing situps like nothing had happened, and every girl present began to fully understand that magnitude of what their oath not only meant, but what it meant to take it. Hours later they were finally allowed to cease exercises for the day. Naomi's entire body was cramped and protesting any movement, and all her peers were too tired to argue, poke fun or commit any form of jesting beyond necessary verbal exchange. They were physically removed of all energy over the course of an afternoon, of such intensity there was not a single girl that survived the initiation with dry pants - endless PT combined with the necessity of hydration was a simple equation that led to the same point every time. Naomi had fallen victim during a sprint. She'd won the race, but left a trail of shame behind her, and part of her fluffy tail had gotten damp along with it. Mercifully, everyone was too tired to jeer even by that point, and no one else fared any better. By the time they'd retired to the communal barracks they were all in the same boat - sweaty, panting and stinking of wet pants. No one spoke as they showered off and switched to proper uniforms - knee-high skirts and long blouses - before sauntering off to the dining hall. The meal prepared was bountiful, served by FW's sporting flowing maid's dresses that bowed courteously at every turn. Fried pork, steamed vegetables, ice-cold milk and more! It was a veritable feast that washed away all the pain of the day's efforts, and by the time it was over the girls were seemingly back to normal, and chatted amongst themselves in high spirits, delighted at the turn of events. Even through the friendly surprise, Naomi began to see cliques forming, something her mother had also warned her about. Imka was thus far the only one that had opened up to Naomi, and she considered the softspoken girl to be a true friend. At least so far. Palesa was shaping up to be the most problematic element, and watching the bully girl's charisma at work filled Naomi with uncertainty and concern for the coming days. Unfortunately, being the first to have a potty accident hadn't done as much damage to Palesa's image as Naomi had hoped. It wasn't helping, but all the girls were in the same place - peeing your pants was no longer just an action of shame. It was a promise. The hours went by as the next phase of their day came and went. Book studies on a variety of subjects, including history, tactics, literature of heroes long since passed and a deeper understanding of the country and its people. Some of the girls started to doze off and were rewarded with a stern snap from instructor Nobantu. The older woman was of much more agreeable manner than Thombeka, but the slightest hint of disinterest in her teaching would set her off like a firecracker. As such, Naomi rapidly learned not to let her mind wander. She only fell asleep once during the whole stint, giving herself a nosebleed when her face smacked into her desk. Cleverly, she passed this off as an effort to keep herself awake, which the teacher seemed to accept. The only further distraction was the fidgeting of a student at her desk here and there, and with blessed hearing Naomi was able to hear the telltale hissing of her colleagues failing to hold on from time to time. Every time it happened her face reddened, knowing that it could just as easily be her. By the time they were done they were uninterested in the allotted one hour of personal time. Unsurprisingly, most simply went to their beds and collapsed. However, for Naomi, there was something important to be done. She perused the halls, walking around the long and grandiose architecture before finding the library. "You're up late," Nobantu's genteel voice spooked her. Naomi's hair stood on end and she felt another small leak. The girl spun about and bowed. "I'm sorry, instructor. I just...had something I needed to ask." "Go on, then," the older woman nodded lightly. Just say it, Naomi. The King is in peril, and you must act, not hesitate. "I was just wondering if I could get something to wear for nighttime." Nobantu didn't respond, watching expectantly. Naomi tried again. "You know, for uhm..." Again, the instructor refused to acknowledge this. She looked on, waiting for a direct and proper response. It took a few more seconds and a hearty breath for Naomi to work up the courage to say it out loud. "I need to wear diapers at night so I do not wet the bed." "Better," Nobantu finally acknowledged the girl's request. "Was that so hard?" Naomi's ears flattened again. It was one thing to be denied access to the bathroom, it would be another to wake up in damp sheets, especially when all her peers would be sleeping in the same room. They were still learning about one another, and that particular situation was something she didn't want to be known for. Nobantu led the girl down the hallway and back the way she came. They entered the medical office, a deceptively spacious room stocked full of various medicines in shelves and lockboxes. In the far corner, beyond the cots and medical machinery the finest minds in the country could develop were a few closets. When Nobantu opened one, Naomi had to stifle a gasp. It was full of diapers, packages upon packages stocked as close to one another as possible. The instructor grabbed one and passed it to her nonchalantly. "There's ten there - not very absorbent, but they're slim and discrete, and fit like underwear - they'll keep you comforted and protected until the morning if you'd like." Naomi didn't wish to be disrespectful, but felt compelled to speak up. "I thank you, but I don't need all of these. Just one should suffi-" "You're not special: lots of trainees need or request them. Your call - none of the instructors care about your continence; only your capabilities." Nobantu turned about and started to leave. "The door's always open - help yourself or not." Naomi only needed a few seconds to mull her options over. Dutifully closing the cabinet, she clutched the package of diapers close to her chest and ran back to her room. The realization that anyone in the facility could walk into her carrying such a thing gave her renewed energy and purpose, if only for long enough to reach the safety of confinement. But safety was a strange word. Sure, Naomi was now removed from the instructors and staff of the Flowering Knights, but now she was in the proverbial lion's den that was her immediate peers. Several sideways glances appeared when she entered, but most looked away. Despite being partially covered by her arms they all knew damn well what the package was, what it was for and the leering potential that it would be them the next night, or the night after. Palesa had no reservations about capitalizing on this. "Of course you'd be the first one to give up," the girl sneered, and a few others joined in on the passive-aggressive taunting. Naomi hugged the package tighter and moved to her own bed, doing her best to ignore it. Lashing out wouldn't solve anything right now and she was too tired to get into it. "Lay off, Palesa," Imka mumbled from nearby. "You were the first to fall." Several girls harumphed in agreement and the bully backed down with a, "whatever", going back to reading her book. Naomi prayed a silent thanks to her friend's insistence. True to the instructor's word these were discrete. Shaped like panties but with extra padding, they were easy to slip into and hide underneath pants or a skirt or anything else. Naomi breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a strange comfort from the soft padding that hugged her like a fluffy cloud. It was embarrassing, but so long as everyone else was embarrassed she decided she could deal with it. Soon the girl had forgotten all about her predicament, her training, the bullying and the friendship she'd begun, settling into the hazy lines of the book in her hands, drifting off to sleep at some time unknown. The present day... "Step it up!" Naomi hissed to herself, forcing her legs to pump harder and faster. She accelerated down the racetrack, feeling the wind whipping across her sweat-soaked body and pants as she now made a full and concerted effort. It was a glorious feeling, and for a few dozen meters more she forgot all about the pain in her body. She was strong and free, and that was what mattered. As Naomi crossed the finish line Thembeka blew a whistle. "That's enough! Naomi leads by two and a half laps. Take fifteen to hydrate and get ready for the next exercise." "We serve!" came the chorus from all over the track. Naomi slowed her breathing and bent down, forcing her heart to slow down as her hands made it atop her knees. Standing was important, and the stretching helped ease her aches, but in trade she felt a familiar warmth start to puddle in her padded underwear. Sighing, she let the feeling wash over her - she had done her best and she had won, and that was all that mattered. Anyone that thought otherwise was wrong and had lost. Having a soggy diaper was a small price to pay for victory.

-- MISSION BRIEFING -- Greetings bounty hunter, gunner, spice runner, space cowboy or whatever you call yourself. If you're reading or listening to this message that means you're one of many hired by Europa Electronics Ltd. for a very important mission, welcome aboard! I'm [zzt] and I'll be serving as 'Mission Control' for this particular campaign, it's a tricky one so let's not waste any time. THE SITUATION: As some of you may have heard, one of EEL's space stations was recently attacked by pirates, thankfully the security systems took care of that and the scoundrels fled empty-handed, most of the people on-board managed to evacuate without so much as a scratch! Now of course it wouldn't be that simple, you were called here after all. Shortly after the station was evacuated, the automated defense systems went haywire and started targetting the company's ships so they couldn't do damage assessment. Before you mining colony folk back there start priming your explosives, let me finish! This isn't the kind of mission where we can just bombard a couple strategic points and let the money roll in. The company couldn't assess the damage but what their scanners DID pick up was a distress call from the east wing of the station. You may have noticed I said MOST of the people on board managed to make it out fine? Well, this is the one that didn't: That's right. it's a rescue mission, company says we can't risk losing the girl so bombing the station's point-defense is out of the question, that also rules out rushing in to dock with a heavily armored ship. Let me make that a bit more clear for some of you spice runners: NO. RAMMING. Company recommends we try to communicate with the engineer so that we can instruct her all the way to the west wing of the station, have her turn off the security system from within and then approach for extraction. Easy enough, right? Now that you're all caught up, let's get this fleet moving! >You take your ship through the portal. >Approaching the targeted sector, the space station comes into view, the sentry guns flail erratically along its extremities, constantly searching for a target, thankfully the fleet you're with is well out of range. Here we are, time to earn our pay! I got movement in the east wing, reactor room as expected, opening up the channel now... -- VIDEO FEED ACTIVE -- Hold on, gotta cycle through the available cameras here... [click] [click] [click] ... Um... Oh shit... Is she...? >Olivia's head tilts to the side, she locks eyes with the camera. Oh thank the stars! Okay, she's still alive. Not looking too good though... Wait, shoot, the mic's on. Uh, hello! Olivia? We're with Europa Electronics! Are we coming through ok? Can you hear us? >Olivia looks... Confused, clearly she can hear the transmission, but she doesn't seem to understand it. Ms.Bouer? Hello? ...That's odd, all my diagnostics say my audio's coming through fine, did she go deaf? Must've been close to the impact zone. Wait no, she can't be deaf, she heard the camera turn on and clearly reacted to my call... Damn, maybe a concussion? Looks like there's a bit of shrapnel on her though, I think this was more than just blunt impact, also she seems to have... Wet... Herself... Looks like this mission's gonna be a lot harder than I thought. Any ideas? >Olivia is dazed, mumbling something, no matter how hard you try, you cannot decipher her speech, occasionally you can hear a little hissing, and the puddle beneath her grows just a little more... >What will you do? >Mission Control suggests... Doesn't seem like she's understanding what we're saying, maybe there's another way we could communicate? I could rig up the camera's display to maybe show a symbol? These are used to give quick prompts to maintenance, helps with avoiding confusion when someone says "left" or "right" in case the camera feed is mirrored, handy stuff! Maybe we can use this to point her in a certain direction? Here are the promps I got so far: A : LEFT⬅️ B : UP⬆️ C : DOWN⬇️ D : RIGHT➡️ Wanna try any of these? You could try coming up with your own prompts too, or maybe even drawing on the screen to get a message across in case directions can't cut it, it's a long way to the weapons control so we'll probably need to get acquainted with non-verbal language...

Lois Lane is unable to get inside the restroom due to it being locked for closing and is forced to pee behind the bushes, hoping she won't get a taste of her own medicine if she is caught and someone puts her private moment out to spread in school.

A couple (I assume) are doing the tortilla slap game and she laughs a little too hard. I love how instead of just making a puddle where she is she leaves a trail across the floor and presumably up the stairs! https://thisvid.com/videos/girl-pees-her-pants-laugthing/

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So rather than fill up the board with new threads for each image dump, I thought it prudent to consolidate all future posts/image dumps to one mega thread. So boom, here be thread. Just as I thought I was done with this barely working mess, Novel A.I. actually fixed its issues. Now the site actually works reliably. Every time I think I'm out, they pull me back in. But before I just dump another batch of images, some people have asked that I give some sort of basic tutorial on Novel A.I., or at least what I've learned. So I'm going to post something here that I recently posted on another thread. I hope this helps. ============================= NOVEL A.I. Basic Omorashi Tutorial ============================= EDIT: THERE IS NOW A MORE UPDATED/CONSOLIDATED VERSION OF THIS TUTORIAL POSTED TO PIXIV LINK --> https://www.pixiv.net/novel/show.php?id=18609737 This is what I've learned and rendered in my first week with this crazy new sci-fi shit. Yikes what a week. Below I've posted my first attempts at "Landscape" mode, and it was definitely harder and took longer. Going forward I'm gonna try and work on clothing stains/saturation and getting the pee right, so it doesn't look like melted gold half the time. Maybe some of you "scientists" can figure that out, now that you have my mountaintop temple teachings. All of these new images along with the older ones are also viewable in my albums if that's easier. (link below) https://www.omorashi.org/profile/2305-duffman/?tab=node_gallery_gallery And the rest.

Kara had to pee behind the bushes because she couldn't make it to a toilet.

Jerry caught them by surprise through his screen.

Today, I feel like a really bad girl. I have spent my entire day in diapers. Having an accident whenever I please. I enjoy the warm puddle that forms in my diaper as I fill it with pee. I also have been thinking about all the naughty things I want to do. I want to go out and record myself wetting a skirt in public for my boyfriend. I want us to go to our local gardens and we spend the day walking around with me having "accidents" through the pathways leaving no evidence other than the puddle on the walkway. Im on my third diaper of the day, having peed myself 4-5 times and completely overfilling my first diaper of the day. As I lay in bed, drinking water, and getting this diaper nice and damp before I fall asleep I'm really grateful my boyfriend is turned on by this naughty side of me that I'm learning to be ok with and honestly love. So, the question still remains, am I a bad girl? 😈

When you're exploring the guadalcanal like forest in your back yard and something makes a noise, you just have to pee yourself right?