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  1. Jeffery Mewtamer

    Pipi

    Okay, someone quoted an idea I posted in the request thread some four-and-a-half years ago, and that got my muses working hard. So, here's the first chapter of a story based on that idea at past me thought himself incapable of doing justice. Given the protagonist's young age, this story will like feature lots of underaged omo content, and while this first chapter is mostly set-up, there is some omo not long into it. Also, if anyone has suggestions for a better title than just using the main character's first name, I'd love to hear them. Pipi by Jeffery Mewtamer Chapter 1: The Mysterious Book. The last class of the day found 8-year-old Pipi Waterman sitting in Mrs. Stern's third grade reading class. If one had to pick a single adjective to describe the girl, it would be the color amber, for not only did her bright eyes and pig-tailed hair shine the color of amber, but this was also the dominant color of her outfit, which consisted of a matching t-shirt and pleated skirt with matching ankle socks, her black mary janes the biggest contrast thanks to lightly tanned skin. Pipi was supposed to be following along in her textbook as her classmates took turns reading the day's assigned reading aloud, but instead, the young girl had placed the latest volume of her favorite magical girl manga between herself and the wall formed by her textbook, and was so lost in fantasies of being a super cool superheroine with magical powers that she had completely blocked out her surroundings. However, her unauthorized choice in alternative reading material had distracted her from more than just the class, and Pipi sat in her seat, completely oblivious to a rather pressing need completely unrelated to her academics even as she unconsciously crossed her legs and squirmed in her seat. For you see, Pipi possessed a positively puny piddle pot, and the milk and juice she had drank with lunch now wanted out something terrible. Not that it would've helped our desperate damsel much if she hadn't been dangerously distracted from her trembling tinkle tank's throbbing, as Mrs. stern lived up to her name and was known to refuse any request to be excused from class short of obviously needing to see the school nurse and handed detentions to anyone brave enough to dare interrupt her class. Pipi's distraction from both of these more important demands on her attention came back to bite her when the teacher called out, "Miss Waterman, your turn to read aloud to the class." Without thinking, Pipi stands up at her desk, and instead of reading from the day's assigned reading, she starts reading aloud from her manga, the discontinuity from what the last student was reading too great for the other students to hold back their giggles, and soon Mrs. Stern has a room full of laughing children to try and quiet down. As Pipi realizes her mistake, her face going pale at the thought of what Mrs. Stern will do to her, her tired, over taxed tinkle tank takes advantage of her shock and that she's no longer sitting and thus unable to cross her legs to expel its cargo. It isn't until one of the boys in her class notices and shouts, "Hey, everyone, Peepee Waterman is at it again!", triggering even more uproarous laughter that Pipi snaps out of her daze and realizes she's in the middle of wetting herself in front of more than two dozen of her peers and the strictest teacher in the school. Her face turning crimson and sure she's already stained her white panties the color of her hair, Pipi grabs her school bag and her reading textbook, the manga pressed between its pages and runs out of the classroom, her tinkle trailing behind her as she flees the scene of her latest humiliation, barely hearing the same boy cry out, "Hey, Peepee, I think it's a bit late to be running for your potty!" and not hearing whatever Mrs. Stern yells at her retreating back. As the salty liquid gushing from her girlhood trickles to a halt, a very different salty liquid starts streaming from Pipi's eyes, making her reddened cheeks glisten as she runs out of the school and away from campus, not bothering to watch where she's going. As her stamina finally runs out and a panting Pipi props herself against a lamp post to catch her breath, she looks around to find herself in a part of town she's never seen before. Pausing long enough to put away her reading textbook and her manga and make sure her back pack is properly secured, she starts wandering around in search of someone who can give her directions. Before long, Pipi finds herself in front of what looks like a used book store, the antique-looking wooden sign above the display window reading "Mero's Arcane Tomes" Deciding she has no better options, Pipi enters the old-fashioned shop, a bell ringing as she opens the door. The air is thick with the smells of dust, aged paper, parchment, and ink, and herbal tea. As if summoned by the ringing of the bell, an elderly lady dressed all in black and a pointed, brimmed hat, the dark coloration broken only by the gold glinting off the bukles on her boots and the belts around her waist and hat. Speaking in the tones of a fairy godmother who just stepped out of the pages of a children's book from the time of Pipi's grandmother, the old lady greets her visitor, "Why, hello there deary, you seem much younger than my usual customers. Are you by chance a lost, little girl?" Bowing respectfully, Pipi replies, "Yes Mam, Granny..." the 8-year-old trails off, not wanting to assume the old lady is the Mero of the store's sign. "Oh my, where are my manners? I am Mero, the owner and shopkeeper of this fine establishment." replies the old lady to Pipi's unasked question. "Nice to meet you, Granny Mero." replies Pipi, still bowing, "My name is Pipi Waterman, and I am indeed lost. I came in here hoping to find help in finding my way home." "Pipi, what a pretty name." replies Mero, "Anyways, there's still half-an-hour until I normally close the shop. Why don't you browse my shelves for a while? You may be younger than most of my customers, but I'm sure there's at least one tome in this shop that will catch your attention." "But what about helping me home?" Asks Pipi. "After I close up shop, you can join me for afternoon tea and then I'll escort you home personally." It goes against everything Pipi has been told about dealing with strangers, but something about the mysterious old woman's grandmotherly, otherworldly demeanor puts Pipi at ease as she says, "O-Okay." and starts browsing the shop's collection of old books. Many of the dusty tomes have titles that Pipi are sure aren't in English, many seeming to be written in completely unfamiliar alphabets, and even among the ones that seem to be written in English, many include words Pipi has never seen before, but despite a healthy amount of childhood curiosity, something seems to push her away from examining such tomes. However, Pipi comes across one book that actually seems to draw her in. The pocket-sized volume is bound in what appears to be amber-colored leather, the gold foil lettering pressed into the cover proudly declaring the book to be entitled, "Bladder Magic: A Beginner's Guide to exerting Power over People's Piddle Pots" Skimming several pages at random, the young girl can't believe what she's reading. She was holding what claimed to be a spellbook dedicated entirely to the magical manipulation of the contents of people's bladders. Pipi loved reading stories of magic, but surely, even if magic were real, there wouldn't be spellbooks all about pee. And yet, Pipi wanted to believe. What happened in Mrs. Stern's class earlier that afternoon had been far from an isolated incident, but if this book was the real deal, and she could use the spells within, not only could she put an end to her tinkle troubles once and for all, but she could get back at the bullies that teased her everytime she had an accident and help make sure no one else had to face such humiliation. Fighting to keep panties dry was a far cry from fighting for love and justice, but it was still a cause worth fighting for. Pipi was pulled from her thoughts as Mero walks up behind the young girl and asks, "Did you find something you like, deary?" "Yes!" cries Pip, half in excitement, half in surprise as she turns to face Mero. Remembering that she already spent most of her allowance, her mood drops as she adds, "But I'm not sure I can aford it." "Well, let's see how much you have." declares the elderly woman, leading the young girl to the counter and the ancient, metal cash register sitting there. Pipi pulls out her coin purse and empties it out on the counter tp, a few quarters, several nickles and dimes, and far more pennies than anyone should ever have on them spilling out on to the dark wood. Counting up the coins and taking the small book from her customer, Mero comments, "Interesting choice, little one," before declaring, "Well, turns out you have exactly the right amount to buy this little tome." "Really?" asks Pipi, her excitement restored. "Yes, indeed." answers the old shopkeeper, ringing up the purchase before guiding her young customer to the flat above the shop. Mero's Living room is much like the store downstairs, letherbound tomes everywhere with the main difference being the low table with a tea setting and the leather chairs surrounding it. The tea Mero serves is very good and Pipi drinks far more than is probably wise given her tiny tinkle tank, and the cookies that are served with the tea are so delicious that Pipi offers no resistence when Mero insists she takes a tin of them home with her. Before Pipi realizes it, Mero has lead the child home, the young girl excited to find out if the spells in her new book actually work. As Mero returns to her shop, she muses aloud to herself, "That child is going to do interesting things, I can feel it." A wide grin cracking her grandmotherly facade, she adds, "Yes, very interesting things or I'm not Majo Ero, the world's foremost purveyor of Tomes of Fetish Magic." With those words, the centuries old witch throws back her head an cackles madly. Author's post notes: Regarding the character's names, I wanted the protagonist to have a punny and bully corruptible name that sounds like a relatively normal name. According to Wiktionary Pipi is the French and German words for pee, and as the as yet unamed bully demonstrates , it doesn't take much to turn Pipi into Peepee. No idea how Pipi is pronounced in French or German, but the intended pronunciation of the character's name is pip-ee. For those that don't know, Majo is the Japanese word for witch, and in case it isn't obvious, ero is short for Erotic, and Mero is just a shortening of Majo Ero to give her a more human name. Also, to any fellow authors wanting to use random person gets hold of a oddly specific speelbook as the basis for a bit of fetish fiction, you're welcome to us Majo Ero and her shop as a convient means of getting the spell book to your protagonist. Her store has literally any kind of fetishistic spell book you can think of, though the store is bathed in enchantments that ward customers off from any book who's contents might scar them(hence why Pipi's curiosity didn't get the better of her when she saw tomes focusing on fetishes she's never heard of). Also, don't expect future chapters to come out as quickly as this one did(even I'm surprised how quickly I went from tempted to revisit old, forgotten idea to publishing pilot chapter).
  2. Captain L

    AABBABBABA

    Listen, she's really small, okay? It's not her fault she's a failure.

    © Mugi Moruto

  3. Plug Cryostat

    My thoughts on loli

    So i've been reading/thinking about the morality and legality of loli lately. I've also noticed that is a subject that interests a lot of other people on this site in debates i've read and participated about. I decided to organise my detailed and full views into a post, and compare them to the views of others. First off, I strongly believe that loli should be defended under free speech, regardless anyone's personal opinion of it. I am a strong believer of free speech, and though not an american, a strong supporter of the first amendment and U.S constitution. I believe that any form of expression, with the exception of incitement of violence and slander. No belief, artwork, political ideology, pornography etc. should be censored no matter how offensive or disagreeable, as long as it doesn't incite direct harm to others, and involves only consenting parties. I recently came accross an article on Vice news (https://www.vice.com/en_ca/article/dpkk5w/criminalizing-cartoons-how-the-law-is-dealing-with-anime-child-pornography-in-canada) about the law regarding loli in Cananda. It turns out loli is illegal in Canada. I later did more research and realised that loli is illegal in many countries, and is treated similarly to chilp pornography depicting actual children. My collection of "Adult entertainment" at the time, and is also currently, almost exclusively anime drawings. While not really a fan of loli, i became paranoid and began purging my collection of drawings of any character who looked couldn't easily pass for 20. I became a lot more cautious with what omo art i watch now. My opinion is that it is absurd to criminalise a drawing that doesn't harm anyone. The argument used for it is that such art work might inspire actual paedophiles to pray on children. That is preposterous reasoning. Legalising loli would give anyone attracted to children a harmless outlet for their kink. Criminalising drawings and puting them at par with real child pornography will incentivise pedophiles to turn to real child pornography, or worse, which i think are both totally immoral ad unacceptable. These behaviours should not be compared to loli. In addition, just because someone likes loli, doen't mean they are attracted to real children. Many lolis are usually very stylised and proportioned highly stylised That pretty much sums up my belief on the legality of it. As for my belief as to whether or not it's moral, i believe it is no more harmful or immoral than legal porn. In fact, it may be even more moral than pornography depicting real adults. Lolis can be drawn anonymously on the internet with people even able to make a living off their drawings. Real porn requires people to show their identity and have their naked body, engaging in the most intimate of acts on camera for everyone to see forever. Loli harms literally no one, and as i explained above, could potentially even reduce harm. Finally, there are my troubles with loli. My first problem is that i live in a country where it's illegal. No loli, i don't really mind, but in Canada, any drawing depicting anyone under legal consent age is illegal. This makes me paranoid about what images i view and download. Another issue i have, is that despite all my reflection about loli leading me to the conclusion that loli is perfectly moral and should be legal, every time ive seen images of characters who seem very young in omorashi drawings i've felt a little bad for enjoying them and can't help get the feeling it's a dirty kink to have. I have to keep reminding myself with my own arguments that it's an ok kink to have. Well that's pretty much all i've got to say.
  4. https://biqle.ru/watch/-122673850_456240953 This is a parody video of the actual scene. Does anyone have originals?
  5. Okay, so fair warning: Hikari is quite young in this story, which takes place around the time of Digimon Movie 1(The first segment of the English Digimon the Movie, which combined the first three movies from the Japanese version), and if I'm done my math right, Hikari was in the first year of Japanese Kindergarten at that point in the series timeline. This is technically incomplete, but I feel the scenes I've yet to write might go a bit too far for posting here, though I will be posting the completed version to my A3O once done(it will be posted as part of Sisterly Love: Loli Style for anyone following me on A3O). The 0 in the title part of the byline is because this is a prequel to a previous Taichi/Hikari one-shot I wrote set during Hikari's debut episode of the anime. Taichi and Hikari 0 by Jeffery Mewtamer Little Yagami Hikari was laying in the middle of the living room floor in her family's small apartment, her tiny legs carelessly kicking at the air as she happily doodles with her crayons on some white construction paper. Her Papa was at work and her Mama was out shopping, and while her Onii-chan was supposed to be watching her, the first grade boy was probably playing video games in their room instead. Suddenly, the child's happy expression turns to one of concentration as a pressure that's been building in the bottom of her belly for quite some time finally reaches a point she can't ignore and she quickly realizes the cause of her discomfort: her tiny tinkle tank needs to be emptied. Jumping to her feet, Hikari clamps both of her tiny hands over the crotch of her yellow pants and starts toddling towards the bathroom, her pink-socked feet making padding sounds on the carpet as she chants, "Gotta Potty, gotta potty, gotta potty!" With surprising coordination, she navigates around the various pieces of furniture in the apartment, most of which tower over the young girl, at one point taking advantage of her short stature to take a shortcut by running under the dining table. However, when she reaches the bathroom door, her goal practically within sight, something happens that makes her nearly freeze in horror: As she pulls a hand away from her crotch and reaches up to turn the knob, she finds the door locked. Hikari is wearing a pull up capable of holding all but the most torrential of the tinkle tides her tiny tinkle tank can contain, but using her pull up is the last thing the young girl wants to do at this moment. For you see, Hikari has spend the last few months, pratically an eternity to such a young girl trying to prove to her parents that she's ready to wear big girl panties, and her mama told her if she could go a week without wetting her pull-ups, she would let Hikari start wearing big girl panties, at least during the day. Hikari had come close a few times already, but she was closer than ever, today was the seventh day since she last made pee pee in her pull-up and she just needed to stay dry until bedtime and she would get to wear big girl panties to Kindergarten tomorrow! Mama was probably out buying Hikari her first pack of big girl panties right now, hoping to surprise the little girl when it came time to tuck the little girl in that night, but if Mama came home to find Hikari's pull-up all pugy with piddle, Hikari would have to start all over, or worse, Mama might take Hikari's big girl panties back to the store and decide Hikari has to wear pull-ups forever! Not wanting such an outcome, and knowing there's only one person who could be in the bathroom, Hikari balls her raised hand into a tiny fist and beats on the door with all her might, yelling, "Onii-chan! Open Up! I gotta potty!" though her yells come out as high-pitched shrieks thanks to the piddle-induced panic brought on by her potty emergency, and being so young, her fist strikes the door rather feebly, failing to catch the attention of anyone on the other side of the door. Suddenly, Hikari's puny piddle pot pulses powerfully, the little girl halting in her knocking to squeeze her crotch with both hands, applying as much pressure as she can through her pants and pull-up, bouncing in place as she fights to keep her piddle from pouring into her pull-up and ruining her chances at gettting to wear big girl panties, chanting "No come out, no come out, no come out!" but despite all her struggling, despite straining until her face is as red as her shirt and she's on the verge of tears, she's unable to prevent a trickle from escaping to dampen her pull-up, and even as she shakes her head furiously and switches to a panicked chant of "No no no! No no no! No no no!", she is unable to close the flood gates as the trickle becomes first a stream and then a torrent, the dam shattering completely as she falls to her knees and tears start streaming down her face, the crotch of her pants starting to bulge as her pull-up swells up from her accident. The lock on the bathroom door clicks and Taichi steps out just in time to witness his little sister's pull-up overflow, her piddle continuing to pour forth to soak her pants and socks, darkening the garments in the process. Once her stream has finally trickled to a halt, Hikari climbs to her feet, her humiliation giving way to anger as she yells, "Baka, Onii-chan!", her pouty face looking more adorable than intimidating. Raising her hands, both now balled into fists, tears still streaming down her face, she lets out a battle cry of "Baka, Baka, Baka!", punctuationg each word with a hammer fist to her brother's chest. Taichi stands there taking it, hurt more by his sister's obvious distress and clearly being the one to blame than by her rather weak strikes, and when he finally recovers from the shock of seeing the little girl actually mad, all he can do is pull her into a hug, letting her bawl her eyes out against his chest. Evenually she calms down enough to mumble into his stomach, "Baka Onii-chan, now I won't get to wear big girl panties." Not liking the feeling of having his sister upset with him, he pulls her face away from him and tilts her head up so he can look into her eyes, red and puffy from crying, "Since it's my fault you wet, I won't tell mama or papa and I'll help you hide the evidence." Sniffling, she asks, "Really?" "Yeah." replies the boy before leading Hikari into the bathroom. Helping his sister undress, he tosses her shirt, which avoided the leakage from her pull-up in the hamper before tossing her pants and socks in the sink, leaving her only in her pink pull-up, the sodden article of disposable underwear sagging with the weight of her piddle and her thighs glistening from where her torrential tinkle tide proved too great for the absorbent garment to contain. Taichi rinses his sister's soiled clothes thoroughly in the sink until he can't smell any pee on them and then wrings them out best he can. "Wait there while I toss these in the dryer." Instructs the boy as he leaves the bathroom with his sister's wet clothes in tow and crosses the hall to the closet containing the apartment's washer and dryer, and after putting the damp garments inside the dryer, he uses the open dryer door to climb up on top of the dryer with practiced ease to set the timer, and after kicking the door shut, pressing the start button and jumping down. Glancing at the spot were Hikari wet herself, he notices only a small spill that wasn't soaked up by either her pull-up or clothing upon the hardwood flooring, and decides it'll be easy to clean. Returning to the bathroom, Taichi pulls a few wipes from the tub their parents keep on the back of the toilet, and walking over to his mostly naked sister, he rips open the sides of her pull-up and lowers it to the floor before using the wipes to clean away the remnants of her accident. That task done, the boy gathers the pull-up and wipes and stuffs them to the bottom of the bathroom's trashcan before heading over to the tub and starting to run water for a bath. He then guides Hikari over to the toilet, and helping her climb up on the seat, tells her, "See if you can go any more before getting in the bath." Despite just how massive her accident was considering her tiny tinkle tank, Hikari actually manages to let out a respectible stream of additional pee before she announces, "I done." and jumping down. Grabbing one last wipe, Taichi instructs Hikari, "You go ahead and jumpin the tub while I clean the hall floor." It only takes Taichi a few seconds to wipe away the evidence left at the scene of the crime, and when he returns to find Hikari standing next to the tub instead of sitting in it, He asks, "Why aren't you in the bath?" Crossing her arms, the naked little girl replies, "I not allowed in the tub alone." Scratching his head, the boy eventually replies, "Guess I have no choice but to take a bath with you." Before discarding his own clothes into the hamper before climbing into the tub and helping his sister climb in after him. ### When their mother gets home, she finds her two children in their room already dressed for bed, the boy in blue pajamas and the girl in a Pink nightie just short enough to show off the fresh pull-up she's wearing, the siblings playing video games together, Hikari nestled in her brother's lap. Smiling down at her children, their mother comments, "Aren't you two just precious." before asking, "Did Hikari have any accidents while I was out?" "No, mama!" the two lie in unison, matching innocent smiles on their faces. Trusting her children too much to see through their deception, she replies, "I'm going to go start on dinner." ### When bedtime rolls around, Hikari proudly announces, "I still dry!" As her mother removes her pull-up to put the girl in one of the thicker diapers she wears to bed. "So you are," replies her mother, "I guess that means you get to try on a pair of the big girl panties I bought you while I was out tomorrow morning." "Really?" cries the girl, Beaming up at her mother, "Thank you, mama!" Sitting her daughter down on the floor, the older woman gives her daughter a pat on her diapered butt as she tells the young child, "Now, run off to bed." "Nightie-night, Mama!" cries the girl as she runs off to the bedroom she shares with her brother. Seeing Taichi sitting on the side of the bottom bunk, she runs up to her brother, who catches her and pulls her into a hug and on to her lap. Whispering in his ear, Hikari happily declares, "Thank you, Onii-chan. Mama says I can wear big girl panties tomorrow." "Glad to hear it." replies Taichi, happy to see his little sister happy and glad there's no signs of her tantrum from earlier. When he finally sits her back on the floor, instead of climbing the ladder to her own bunk, Hikari asks shyly, "Onii-chan, can I sleep with you tonight?" "Sure," replies her brother before adding teasingly, "But I'm not covering for you if you wet my bed." "Onii-chaaaan!" she mock whines at his teasing before he scoots against the wall and she accepts his invitation to crawl into bed next to him.
  6. I made this thread mostly for just regular omorashi artwork of mine. So suffice it to say, this thread is now my art dump. Edit regarding requests: I am willing to do nearly any female desperation, peeing or wetting. Leave a post on what character you want and what you want them doing. Maybes: Diapers, male omorashi, and comics. I am personally not into diapers, even though I've done the odd request here and there. I may yet do them, but I might not decide to for a long while. And for comics, they just take too much time and effort to do. No-nos: Messing, sex, guro/gore, and other such things. And with that, here we go. I was in the mood for a little bit of LoZ this time. And this one was inspired by one of antifairy's fanfictions.
  7. OmoCommando

    Arena of Desperate Battles

    “You’re awake.” said a deep, yet imperial voice. Minty’s eyes opened to the dark marble ceiling of the admission room. It was poorly lit, only a few blazing torches lining the walls. As she arose from the bed upon which she laid, Minty’s nostrils were greeted by the scent of old stone, rusted steel as well as the faint odor of blood. “Do you know where you are?” asked the voice. Minty looked around the room. There didn’t appear to be anyone around. “I’m… in the Arena of Desperate Battles, right?” she asked. “That is correct.” said the voice. “You will be fighting against opponents in gladiator-style combat.” Minty nodded. “But it’s like a video game, right? No one actually dies?” “That is correct.” said the voice. “But should you be bested by your opponent, you will still feel death’s sting before you reawaken here.” Minty got from the bed she was laying on, but as she pulled the covers off, she was instantly greeted by the sight of her own bare body. “Wh-Why am I naked!?” she cried, pulling the covers back over her body. “The warriors of this arena do not need the encumbrance of armor or clothing. Modesty has no place in combat.” “All I have is my sword and my pistol then…” “And that is all you will need.” Minty stepped out of the bed, not bothering to cover her body. On a table at the other end of the room, lay a short sword with an ebony hilt, as well as a handgun. “Then I will reclaim my honor!” she said, holding her sword before her. “There is… uh… one other thing.” said the voice. “What’s that?” “It’s something of an… alternate victory condition.” Minty gives the voice a puzzled look. “You see, you can also claim victory if you can make your opponent… urinate.” “Ehhh!?” Minty’s look of puzzlement grew. “I win if my opponent pees!?” “Yes.” said the voice. “The combatants’ bladders will be filling at higher rate than normal. By the same token, you will lose the match if you lose control of your bladder as well.” “So that’s why it’s called the ‘Arena of Desperate Battles’ huh?” Minty nodded. “All right… That seems weird, but I think I got it.” “Very well!” the voice booms. “Then select your first opponent!” You are Minty Chip. You have come to the Arena of Desperate battles in hopes of gaining prestige as a warrior, fighting against various characters of the OmoCommando Universe. There is a twist, however. Not only is a combatant eliminated for having their HP reduced to 0, but they enter battle with rapidly filling bladders. If a combatant empties her bladder in the middle of battle, she automatically loses the match. If a combatant leaks or spurts, she is given a penalty. Upon receiving three penalties, the combatant forfeits the match. As Minty wins battles, she will gain experience and can increase her abilities. The higher an ability, the better Minty will perform in battle. These abilities include: Melee: Overall skill with close range combat, whether it be with a sword, hand-to-hand or any other weapon used at close range. Magic: The ability to cast spells. (At level 1, Minty only knows a basic fire spell. As this level grows, she will learn new spells which will be explained during level-up) Ranged: Overall skill with ranged weaponry, such as guns and bows. Endurance: The ability to endure hits and fight fatigue. Holding: The overall ability to hold one’s pee during a fight, as well as retain bladder control upon be struck in certain sensitive areas. Speed: A general measure of a combatant’s quickness and evasiveness. How to play: Once the opponent is selected and the battle begins, the audience will vote on a battle strategy for her to use that best suits the situation. Most of what I provide will be basic actions such as “sword”, “gun” or “magic” but feel free to provide more elaborate strategies. As battles goes on, the fighters will grow over closer to peeing themselves. Is this going to be violent and bloody? No. It’s a fetish site. Think of this more like comical RPG combat. And as far as pictures go, I’ll probably only be doing one or two so I’m not overwhelmed by things and abandon it like previous stories. We will see how far this goes. Select your opponent: Opponents: World tier: Nikki: Current Arena champion. Fast, deadly melee combatant with exceptional magic skills and a remarkable ability to hold her pee during a fight. In spite of her petit appearance, Nikki is undoubtedly one of the most powerful warriors in the arena. Be prepared for a difficult fight. Current Record: 54 Wins; 44 KO, 10 Peeing || 3 Losses; 0 KO, 3 Peeing Total Rank: 21 Isabel: Special operations soldier of the Republic Fleet with a deadly aim; her ranged combat abilities are unparalleled, but also sports impressive hand-to-hand fighting abilities and even some minor magic capabilities. She can take an amazing amount of abuse in a fight, though her ability to retain bladder control during lengthy matches is average at best. Current Record: 47 Wins; 39 KO, 8 Peeing || 7 Losses; 3 KO, 4 Peeing Total Rank: 21 Natsumi: A mysterious warrior who hails from the outer rim. Known for her peerless swordsmanship and uncanny reflexes, she is a challenge for even the most seasoned of warriors. Also known for impressive endurance and a bladder of steel, Natsumi is a formidable gladiator of the Arena. Current Record: 48 Wins; 36 KO, 12 Peeing || 8 Losses; 5 KO, 3 Peeing Total Rank: 21 Major Tier Erika: An arcane trickster and handy thief from a faraway land. She sports a rapier as well as a bow and arrow, while also wielding some illusory magic abilities. She specializes in no one area but still leads the major tier. Current Record: 24 Wins; 7 KO, 17 Peeing || 13 Losses; 10 KO, 3 Peeing Total Rank: 18 Leila: A rookie cop and dedicated younger sister. Leila is a great shot, has decent hand-to-hand skill, and a rather impressive level of endurance. Her ability to hold in the midst of battle is nothing to scoff at either. Current Record: 21 Wins; 12 KO, 9 Peeing || 7 Losses; 4 KO, 3 Peeing Rayna: A girl who was given the gift of magic through genetic experimentation, she sports a wide array of magic abilities. Nearly every other skill she has, however, is a bit lacking. Especially her ability to hold her pee. Current Record: 14 Wins; 13 KO, 1 Peeing || 12 Losses; 2 KO, 10 Peeing Minor Tier Emma: An diligent medical student and intellectual girl, but Emma is no stranger to combat. She knows how to shoot and she knows how to throw a good kick, in addition to knowing a bit of healing magic. Her pee-holding abilities, however, are in question. Current Record: 14 Wins; 9 KO, 5 Peeing || 15 Losses; 8 KO, 7 Peeing Sammy: A young girl and relatively new fighter, but has shown some fair promise in the use of magic. Due to her physical build, however, she is relatively weak in other areas, including holding Current Record: 3 Wins; 2 KO, 1 Peeing || 3 Losses; 1 KO, 2 Peeing Aimee: A pop-idol who decided to participate in order to gain a bit of publicity at the behest of her agent. In spite of having decent combat abilities, the strength of her bladder is horribly lacking. Current Record: 1 Win; 1 KO, 0 Peeing || 30 Losses; 2 KO, 28 Peeing Edit: Emma nerfed, Aimee win/loss record updated
  8. Lisk

    [E] 30 minutes at the limit

    Version 1.102

    2,925 downloads

    This game tells the story of Rika Hayami's days at the grade school when she was too shy to ask the teacher for a bathroom break and had to hold it in through the class and more. A free game from Circle WC translated with greatly appreciated help from Rainyday who did the image editing job. Made by: Circle WC Requires Japanese system locale. Second screenshot shows how to set it up.

    Free

  9. Toxic_Kittyy

    Kiko

    From the album: My Digital OC Drawings <3

    (Same picture as the last, just without the weird transparent background. I realized it doesn't look so great ^^; ) Her name is Kyuno Akiko, or Kiko for short. She is a middle-schooler, and is part of a roller-derby team for her school. She's shy, but tough, and very competivite. She has a problem though... she has a very small bladder, and often has a hard time controlling it! ... And it looks like this time it got the better of her ;D
  10. OmoCommando

    Rayna Summer nude peeing

    From the album: OmoCom's General Omo Artwork

    Rayna, from Sanguinary Emissary, freely peeing under the sun.
  11. Night Rain

    Her First Day

    Here's my second story this is also based off of KonekoChan's own story it's more of a side story. I hope that everyone here enjoys this as much as enjoyed writing it feel free to leave any comments or suggestions for stuff to happen in future chapters. Chapter 1 It was like any other day in Rose Creek yet on this nice spring day a single young girl. Was about to start her new life at her new school she had only just moved to Rose Creek, A month ago from America this was supposed to be a fresh new start for her yet she was. not So sure of that the horrors of her past still burned bright in her mind she tried not to think of it often. But sometimes late at night she wake up crying in fear and sadness. Plus usually she would also have wet the bed. Today Brooke was dressed in crisp white button down blouse, a short blue-green skirt. That reached a little around mid-thigh a pair of white ankle socks and black dress shoes. A small black tie a pair of white cotton panties with a small black bow on the front her wore under her skirt. She stood on the corner of the street next to the local Convenience store. She stood alone a look of sadness could be seen across her face plus another look this look. Was one of fear and nervousness Brooke was not really sure how today would clearly go. "Will today really be a fresh new start for me?" Brooke thought. She looked at the passing cars going up and down the road. White clouds past overhead in the clear blue sky as she stood there her mind began to wonder back her late friend. Brooke remembered of the happy times that she had spent with Amy back in America. Her eyes slowly started to get misty as she remembered Amy just doing this seemed to cause Brooke to fidget slightly as a tiny part of her bladder started to fill up. Brooke pictured a time with Amy when they had just finished walking to their bus stop together laughing and joking about random things. Brooke's fidgeting seemed to increase a bit as she started to cry. As she thought of her late friend Amy a few tiny tears fell down her beautiful cheeks. "I miss you Amy" Brooke said quietly to herself. A car passes by Brooke which seemed suddenly to snap her out of her memories. Returning her to the present the thought of her late friend was still there lingering in her mind. She slowly began to cross her legs tightly together the need to pee had increased inside her. After having thought about her friend this tended to happen quite a bit something had happened. To Brooke's poor bladder in the past so whenever she was either nervous or thought about. Her late friend it usually meant she would need the bathroom soon. She recrossed her legs again and squirmed around a little form side to side. Trying not to make it look to bad out of the corner of her eye Brooke spotted three girls. Walking towards the bus stop one girl had long blonde hair and green eyes. She was wearing a Yellow Floral pattern dress with white socks and her favorite pair of white and pink trainers. The second girl had chestnut brown hair and green eyes. She is wearing a light blue sleeveless hooded top and a white mini-skirt bend down to pick her shoes up. While the last girl had light brown hair and green eyes she was wearing a red and white checked dress with matching skirt and black formal buckled shoes. As Brooke watched the three of the come closer they all seemed to be talking about something. Not knowing what it was Brooke stood off to the side away form the triplets. She stood next to a small oak tree that was located right next to the Convenience store. She stood under it from time to time she would cross or recross her legs plus fidget around a bit. It seemed that her poor bladder was really starting to bother her now it seemed that at this point. One girl noticed Brooke she saw the way her fidgeted around but she also noticed the sad look on her face. "I. wonder why she looks so sad?" Cleo thought. Her sister Casey also took notice of Brooke she looked at her as did the third sister Carrie. "I do not believe I've seen her before" Carrie pointed out. "Another new face like it matters" Casey said. Cleo still watched Brooke she saw her fidgeting around slightly and she wondered just what that could mean. "Maybe I should introduce myself maybe she would not be so sad it looks like she could really use a friend?" Cleo added. Part of her wanted to go and talk to Brooke but she felt shy in doing so she was about. To walk forwards to where Brooke was standing when Carrie placed a hand on her shoulder. "Maybe some other time the school bus is coming" Carrie pointed out. A big yellow bus was busy driving down the road towards them it started to slow down. Only to stop once it reached them and opened its doors the triplets made their way inside and Brooke followed shortly after Cleo, Casey and Carrie took a seat towards the back of the bus. Brooke on the other hand walked slowly there were many girls and boys already sitting down. Brooke took a seat in an empty seat right at the back. A few rows behind from where the triplets were sitting she looked out the window as the bus. Pulled away from the curb and started off down the street. As they moved down the road Brooke was squirming, now, in her seat and she didn't know if she would be able to make it. She squirmed again and squeezed her legs together as hard as she could. This was not helping. Not enough! "Hold it!" she concentrated as the bus started again. After having picked up a few more kids and it worked, she had not leaked any more but the pressure continued to increase, slowly, inexorably. Brooke's eyes started to mist up she was starting to bounce up and down on the seat. A few tears slide down her cheeks this could not be happening to her. Brooke thought that this was all behind her yet it was not suddenly the bus hit a bump in the road. Brooke felt a little bit of pee escape her girlhood and dampen the crotch of her panties. She quickly jammed both hands into her crotch hoping that no more would escape her. But she was having a hard time keeping her flow in check. Every so often the bus would suddenly jerk and stop either from stopping and picking up. Another kid or few more to just stopping and going with the flow of traffic that was busy driving down the road. A few spurts escaped Brooke's girlhood further dampening her panties she started to cry openly at this. "P-Please not here I-I thought I had escaped this" Brooke thought. Cleo who was busy chatting with her sisters noticed that Brooke was crying for some reason. Yet was not really sure why Brooke was crying in the first place. "Something's wrong why is she crying did something happen to her?" Cleo asked. She was busy looking a Brooke watching as she squirmed and bounced around on her seat. Part of her wanted to go over there and tell Brooke that'd everything would be ok. "Maybe's she is just scared or something?" Casey pointed out. She to had noticed Brooke's squirming and watched her closely. Carrie also seemed to notice this but part of her thought it might just be something else. They all watched Brooke for a few moments and then turned away and started chatting again. A few more tears fell down Brooke's cheeks as a much larger spurt escaped through her fingers. Wetting her panties further she felt a small wet spot form on the seat underneath her. Brooke closed her eyes in sadness she had pulled her skirt up to her waist and was busy. Rubbing away at her girlhood trying to do everything in her power to stop the impending flow. Suddenly the bus slammed on it's brake coming to a sudden stop as a random car. Had suddenly pulled out in front of it Brooke moved her hands away from her neither regions. Grabbing the back of the seat in front of her for support the sudden jerk caused the dam within Brooke to burst. Yellow fluid shot out of her girlhood wetting the crotch of her panties turning them yellow. While wetting her skirt in the process creating a noticeable wet spot on the front of it. Brooke was sure that a wet spot was even on the back as well. "Hiss" The sound was heard Brooke sat in her growing own growing puddle crying openly now as the bus. Pulled up towards the school as the doors were open and the other students started to get up and off the bus. Brooke remained seated to embarrassed to even move Casey had gotten up and headed off the bus. Carrie got up next she noticed Brooke as well as did Cleo who got to her feet. "Something's really wrong" Cleo said she needed to know just what it was. She quickly made her way to the back of the bus and saw Brooke sitting in a small puddle of her own pee. "A-are you ok you look like you could use some help?" Cleo asked. Brooke who was still crying looked at Cleo she said nothing and just nodded her head. Cleo reached out and took Brooke's hand helping her to her feet they started down the aisle. Towards the buses front door they soon reached Carrie who saw the wet patch on Brooke's skirt. A small wet trail followed Brooke some more of her pee dripped down her legs. "We'd better get her to the nurses office to get her cleaned up". Carrie stated as she turn around and walked towards the front of the bus Cleo and Brooke followed closely behind her. And soon they both got off the bus.
  12. Imouto Bouquet

    Ally's abnormal anecdotes

    This is a side topic I'm doing alongside my main story. This one won't be updated as often as my main story but I can assure you that, if this takes off better than I expected, it will possible be updated every other week. I'm trying a different narrative in this one. In short, this story is about a 16 year old girl called Ally Hawthorn who has, by some strange means, a type of curse that causes her time to be reversed at specific points of each day. This is meant to be a high school love comedy with omo included. This is the pilot chapter to see if it takes off. Monday April 6th Hi guys! My name's Ally Hawthorn and I'm just your average 16 year old high school girl, most of the time that is. I'm a little short for my age, topping the height chart at around 4'10. My Mom says that I'm short because of all the gymnastics I do. Gymnastics is said to stunt growth but I don't care, I enjoy it. I have long wavy light brown hair and blue eyes. When I was younger, I had blonde hair but I guess it has darkened with age. My friends say that I'm really cute. I'm not sure why they say that but, to be honest, I was asked out by almost every boy in my class in Middle School. I turned them all down as I didn't really like any of them. They were all just posers who probably wanted me as something to show off to their friends. I like cats, music, shopping and, I'm a little embarrassed to admit, anime and manga. I blame my anime addiction on my Big Brother as he works at a comic book store which stocks a lot of manga. He sometimes brings them home and normally makes me read them with him. It's a little annoying but it's also kind of good as that's probably about the only time we get to spend together. My Mom's a lecturer for English Lit a my local college and my Dad works as an accountant. I also have a part time job. I work at something called a 'Cosplay Cafe'. I first started out there when I was around 14 years old. I worked in the kitchen washing dishes until I was 16. When I turned 16 I got a promotion to be a waitress. The outfit they get me to wear is kinda cute but it is also a little...skimpy. I get totally embarrassed when someone who I know walks into the Cafe. My Big Brother normally comes along in his breaks just to annoy me. The other girls that work there all know him and send me to fill his order, much to my own protest. He always comments on how cute I look in my outfit. I'm sure he does it to annoy me as that always gets an embarrassed blush from me. I work there on alternating weekend days. One week I work on the Saturday and the other week I work on the Sunday. The hours are normally long but it does earn me a lot of tips and money, though, so I guess it balances out. Okay. I guess I've told you enough about the normal side of me. Now on to the abnormal. You're probably not going to believe me but this is the truth. I have a strange, I don't really know what to call it, 'curse' of sorts. Every day, I get a phone call and a text from a strange person I don't even know. I've tried to block them and change my number but it doesn't work. They always seem to be able to get into contact with me. The call and text say something about my curse, telling me when it's going to happen and what will happen. There's no easy way to say this, my curse includes me having my age returned to a younger me. I don't really understand it so I won't expect you to right off the bat either. Here's an example of a text I got from 'Mr Voodoo', as I call him. The text read: "You will be 12 years old from 1400 to 2200." Basically, putting this into easy to understand terms, when the clock strikes two o'clock I will be changed back to my twelve year old self with all my current knowledge and memories applied to my body when I was twelve. Everything about me changes back to how I was when I was that age. When I say everything, I mean everything. As you can probably tell, this would be kinda hard to explain if it happened when I was with my friends. Think about this, you're walking along with one of your besties and they suddenly turn back to their younger self. Pretty hard to imagine, huh? Trust me, that's not even half of this strange hocus pocus which I have. What's even more weird is that, when the timer is up, as listed in the example, at ten o'clock I will turn back to my sixteen year old self. Kinda crazy, huh? As you can probably tell, this may have led to...embarrassing accidents as my whole body changes back to that age. So, if I kinda needed the bathroom before I got turned and I became a twelve year old me, my...capacity would be lowered and I may...you know...eek! So totally embarrassing! Well, if you want, I can tell you a little more about me. So, let's begin with my crazy life. Starting from the very first day I had this curse.
  13. G-Force

    Female Summer Fun

    I've decided to take another crack at writing a story here. For a while now I've wanted to do a new one, but lacked the ideas or motivation. This one just kinda came to me, so I ran with it. Hope you enjoy it, and remember that feedback is always appreciated. ^_^ The grey sedan pulled away from the lake at a steady pace. It was no different than any other on the road at the time... that is, excluding its passengers. Mina sat in the back-right seat, her younger sister Nora situated to her left. They say to live life with no regrets, but Mina was regretting a handful of things on her ride home. Unbeknownst to either of her parents, she was in urgent need of a rest stop, and had been for most of the afternoon. She kept her right hand placed subtly between her legs, gently pressing against the green fabric of her bikini bottoms. Nora seemed to be paying no mind to Mina's predicament, though Mina suspected her sister to be well aware of the situation at hand; what she thought of it was unknown. Looking out the window at the abundance of trees they flew by, Mina recalled the afternoon's events, and how they had led her to be in this position. "We're here, everybody," spoke Corey, Mina's father. Slowing down the sedan, Corey pulled into the parking lot just outside of the beach. The family had been planning this day for weeks in advance, and all four of them were more than ready to have some fun in the sun. For Mina, though, it would have to wait. During the car ride there, Mina had noticed her bladder begin to signal her that she needed to go. Knowing not to take any chances, Mina made a mental note to stop at the public restrooms first thing upon arriving. Surely she would be fine if she went right away. The two young girls practically flew out of the back seat of the sedan. Of the four of them, they were looking forward to this day the most by far. 13-year-old Mina quickly dressed out of her t-shirt and shorts, exposing her newly developed figure covered only by a green, two-piece swimsuit. 12-year-old Nora, still flat as a brick, did the same to reveal her blue, one-piece swimsuit, and the two quickly ran out onto the sand. Corey and Anna, their mother, soon followed behind, carrying the beach towels and whatnot. "Kids, huh," Anna said to her husband with a hint of playful exasperation. Mina thoroughly scanned the beach, and soon spotted the restrooms a fair distance away. "Wait here Nora, I've gotta go to the bathroom real quick," she said to her sister before running off. Nora didn't bother to respond, and merely allowed their parents to catch up. In truth she greatly enjoyed spending time with Mina, but would never admit it. Being left behind like that was a constant occurrence, and it did get annoying after a while. Soon Mina arrived at the restroom, hiding the faintest bit of irritation at how far it was from her family's spot. She certainly wasn't looking forward to the possibility of a second trip if she had to go again before they left. Approaching the door, Mina gripped the handle tight and pulled - the door didn't budge. She tried again, but with a push this time - still nothing. She thought she could hear a faint voice call out the word "occupied" from behind the door, but it was too hard to tell. Assuming the best, she headed back to the others having decided to try again later. The day progressed, and amidst the fun of the beach Mina had forgotten about her need... for a while at least. When it resurfaced it had increased at least two fold. Mina quickly returned to the restroom, but sadly found the same result as when she had tried earlier. Either she had really bad timing, or somebody was taking way too long in there. When she rejoined her family she was noticeably desperate, which Nora made a point of inquiring about. "What's wrong, sis?" she asked. "Somebody's hogging the bathroom," Mina replied, softly bouncing from foot to foot. Nora paused for a moment before suggesting, "Why not just go in the water?" Mina was shocked at the response. To her, peeing in the water at a beach was just as bad as peeing in a pool, despite being much easier to get away with. She pushed the thought out of her mind and went on enjoying herself once again, though it became more difficult to do so as time passed. Growing more desperate, she recalled Nora's suggestion. Pee in the lake? Never, she thought, It's wrong... right? Laying down on a beach towel with one leg over the other, Mina found herself unable to relax. Tossing and turning ever so slightly, she began to wonder how much more she could take. Going in the water was starting to sound like a good idea right about now. Meanwhile, Nora was stepping back onto dry land, having just relieved herself in the cool waters. She found it to be quite convenient, and actually enjoyed the devious aspect of it - another thing she would never admit. Grabbing a spare towel to dry herself off, she noticed Mina shifting uncomfortably on the sprawled out towel below. Nora too began to wonder now how exactly Mina was going to handle her situation. She had reached a point at which muscle strength alone wouldn't do her much good, but holding herself in such a public place certainly wasn't an option. Mina stood from the towel and looked ahead at the lake. It was now or never. Step by step, she approached the water with a subtle gait. As the light waves fizzled out on the shore they splashed cold water onto Mina's feet. The sudden chill rapidly ran up her body and immediately struck her bladder, causing it to contract and shoot a brief spurt into her bikini bottoms. It felt warm, almost nice, but distress and embarrassment easily overpowered that feeling. Mina threw her hands between her legs to ebb the impending flow of urine. Having regained control, she quickly removed her hands in hopes that nobody had seen her. Now more used to the cold splashes, she stepped forward again, only to hear an utterly dreadful call. "Don't go back in the water, hun. We're leaving soon and you won't have time to dry off." It was Anna, and she had cried the words which Mina had wanted to hear the least right now. The family packed up their things and soon returned to the sedan in the parking lot. Nora slipped back into her clothes, but Mina elected to only put her shirt back on. The added pressure on her bladder from her shorts might be too much. The four reentered the sedan and Corey pulled it out of the parking lot, ready to return home after a long day of fun. Mina sat cross-legged in the back-right seat once again, now greatly doubting her ability to make it home. She was a big girl now, though. She could hold it... couldn't she? With such an unignoreable pressure in her abdomen, she was starting to believe otherwise. Slow as molasses did the minutes pass. The trip home seemed to take infinitely longer than the trip there. How Mina's bladder could play such a trick on her mind, she was unsure of. None the less, it was a cruel trick. A cruel, cruel trick indeed. At this point she could no longer refrain from pressing at least one hand down upon her innocent girlhood. Any less and she was sure her inner levee would burst in a golden deluge. Mina's foot rhythmically tapped on the floor of the sedan in a futile attempt of distraction, something her parents assumed she was doing along to the music of the radio. Suddenly the road hit a bump, catching Mina completely off guard. Unprepared to the sudden lift, her bladder shot another spurt into her bikini bottoms. Needing both hands to maintain control, Mina's situation had become blatantly obvious to anyone paying attention, which at this point was only Nora. This was certainly a major problem, and with no solution in sight, Mina began to lose hope. Nora had been watching her sister out of the corner of her eye almost the entire time. For some inexplicable reason she was fascinated with Mina's plight, wanting nothing more than to see the outcome. It was like watching a television show with a suspenseful climax, except this was all too real. Snickering to herself in her mind, Nora thought about how Mina should have just gone in the lake when she suggested it. But on the other hand, if she had then there would not be such a show to be put on. Overall Nora was torn between feeling bad, smug, and even a little excited. As Mina rocked back and forth in her seat, she looked out the window once more to see her salvation. "Rest Stop - Next exit" was printed on the sign at the side of the road. "Dad, dad, can we stop?" she said, sounding a little more eager than she wanted to. "I supposed we could," Corey replied, "We have been driving for a while." A couple of minutes later, Corey pulled the sedan into the parking lot of the rest stop. As soon as they came to a stop, Mina threw her door open and jumped out of her seat. "I'll be right back!" she called, already on her way to liberation. Running so fast, she leaked another few drops into her bikini bottoms, but that was trivial at this point. Mina dashed into the rest top and headed down the hall marked with the ladies room sign. But there was another sign at the end of the hall, one which Mina absolutely dreaded, a sign that read "Out of Order". So close, and yet so far. Relief had been dangled in front of her nose and then pulled away at the last moment. Mina bounced from foot to foot with both hands between her legs. There had to be something she could do. Heading back down the hall, she looked past the exit and spawned a sketchy idea in her mind. Opposite the hall to the ladies room was another identical hall leading to the men's room. It was wrong on so many levels, but it was her only option. Not wasting any time arguing with herself, she made her way down the hall and approached the door. After knocking first to make sure the room was empty, Mina reached for the door handle and slowly pulled it open. Peeking her head inside, she was greeted with a horrifying sight, and an equally horrifying smell. The room was in the worst condition imaginable, lacking any sort of cleanliness and filled with an indescribable stench. A disgust of this magnitude could overpower any need, including Mina's own need for relief. She would much rather have an accident than set foot in such a terrible place. With nothing left for her to do inside, Mina hobbled her way out of the rest stop, her hands still buried between her thighs. Each step led her to leak another drop, and the small stain left on her bikini bottoms would soon not be so easy to hide. Mina crept outside, scared to face her parents while on the brink of wetting herself, something she hadn't done in years and had no desire to go back to. By this point though it was unavoidable, and something she would have to face... or would she? Her parents weren't paying attention, and she took the opportunity to sneek behind the rest stop. Her bikini bottoms would remain dry yet, and with luck any evidence of her struggle would go unnoticed. Hidden behind the small structure, Mina knew it was now or never. Having leaked one last time, she stood facing the wall and squatted down. Pulling her bikini bottoms to the side, she closed her eyes and let loose. An audible hiss filled the air as Mina emptied the contents of her bladder onto the wall of the rest stop. The golden stream shot out of her with much force, the pressure built throughout the afternoon being released all at once. Mina sighed with relief. There was nothing quite so satisfying as finally letting go after a long hold, and Mina definitely felt that satisfaction right now. Her urine struck the wall and splattered over the ground below, some of it reaching her sandals and feet. At this point she didn't care. All that mattered was that she was finally free from the annoying tug of a full bladder. As her stream slowed to a trickle, Mina opened her eyes and looked down to admire her handiwork. She was amazed at just how much she had gone, the wall in front of her completely drenched. Suddenly Mina heard what sounded like footsteps coming from around the corner, and quickly stood up, moving her bikini bottoms back into place over her dampened lips. She ran the other way around the building and returned to the sedan, acting as if she had simply gone about a normal bathroom break. Mina opened the door and slid into the back seat, almost immediately noticing that Nora wasn't there anymore. "Hey, where did Nora go?" she asked. "Oh, she decided to go to the bathroom as well," Anna replied, "Did you not pass by her in there?" Mina was silent. The footsteps, could that have been Nora? Did she see what Mina had done? When Nora returned she said nothing of the matter. Either she hadn't seen a thing, or just didn't want to say anything about it. Mina couldn't be sure, but rather than spend the rest of the day suspicious of her sister, she simply sat back and enjoyed the fact that she made it through the day accident free. Well, there you have it. Be sure to tell me what you think. I'm rather fond of these characters I've come up with, so let me know if you'd like to see more of them in the future.
  14. So the first day in school was also the day when i got into omorashi as well. It was first of September back in far 2001, and i was left alone in overcrowded square near my first school. It's a Soviet tradition to make a huge celebration out of first day of studies, it's lame and dull and poor tasted if you ask me. I was seriously stressed and very afraid of this situation - never contacted with any peers before, mother never left me before. I was 6 and quite shy even since then. I barely remember how we got in class, I asked not to sit me at the first desk and gods, how much I'm thankful to myself for doing that. It was very humid and hot in the class. After some time, I've noticed an odd smell. A girl was sitting over against me in a puddle of pee. I still can't remember much, but this sight just completely shocked me. Kids around started to notice that as well and ridicule her, but as for me, i've just stared at this beautiful sight. She remained calm, I bet that poor thing was shocked as well, she just sat there arms folded like they told us to sit and smiled. During years to come, I got erections while watching cartoons with scenes where character had to pee, or movies, or mentions of desperation. Since my sexuality wasn't developed, I couldn't understand the roots of this. In 2010, I started to search youtube for desperation videos and eventually found my way to omorashi. Since then, every single mention or thought about someone having to pee or wetting gives arouses me in seconds.
  15. DISCLAIMER: I DID NOT WRITE THE ORIGINAL STORY; I JUST EDITED IT. All credits of the original story go to lilbumblebee of asstr.org for the original story. All characters are fictional; resemblance to any real life people are NOT intended. It was another warm summer day as I drove toward the Academy. I loved days like this. The sun was glaring, bright and warm, and with school just having ended for the summer break a week ago, attendance and enrollment were both way up. That meant every class at the Starbright Physical Excellence and Expression Academy - my brainchild, pride and joy - was chock full now. As I turned the corner, I saw scores of little leotard-adorned girls, hopping out of cars with their little gym bags, standing around outside talking, playing hand games or giggling at silly jokes. They were probably waiting for the current classes to end, so they could get in their spots inside. I shut the car off, and as soon as I got out, I saw a tiny crowd of girls rushing toward me. "Miss Stephanie!!!" they cooed, arms outstretched, wrapping gangly limbs around my waist. I smiled, and held them tight. I wasn't a teacher exclusively here, but I ran the place, and made sure things went smooth, so the kids knew me well. "Good afternoon, girls," I said to them. "Are you all ready for your lessons?" "Yes!" they piped up. Beautiful little girls, all of them. Bright, wide eyes, big pretty smiles, tight little bodies, with just the barest hint of tummy, their leotards clinging to their little frames. I thought they looked absolutely adorable. "Go on inside, girls, I'll be in there in a bit," I told them, and off they scattered. One stayed behind to give me one last hug, and her cherubic little face nuzzled against my groin. I chuckled to myself as I watched her run into the building. "M--Ms. Prentice??" I braced myself, and turned to see a dark haired woman, her hands on the shoulders of a girl. I was infinitely more interested in the girl, although her mother was quite attractive as well. But the girl had olive colored skin, not very dark but much darker than the woman I presumed to be her mother. She had long, dark wavy hair, and big, doelike brown eyes, and it was quite apparent that the girl was mixed. She was also wearing quite the sour expression. The woman held her hand out, and I shook it and gave her my "Wheaties" smile. That was what people liked to see. "My name is Angela Burress. This is my daughter Kimball, she's 14. I am so glad that Kimball got in this year," she gushed to me. "I mean, to think that she'll be training under an Olympics calibur athelete-" "Why, thank you, Ms. Burress-" "I mean, I know you haven't competed in years but it's absolutely incredible! I mean, how many other people will get to say that?" I had to fight hard not to let my smile fade. I hated when people brought up my past. I was Stephanie Prentice, one of the Team USA members in the 1982 Olympics. Some called me a child prodigy, others the future of the sport; I just called myself good. I was 16 when I made the team, and six when I began my training, which was daily and dominated my whole life. All I knew was gymnastics. The day I competed, my routine was flawless, but I screwed up my landing, and in doing so, screwed up my knee. And my career. I could never compete again. I was a wreck about it for a while. How do you teach yourself not to do the thing you feel born to do? How do you get that out of your heart? I went through a small bout with painkillers, and four years after the accident, I took some money and started a gymnastics and ballet school. I just wanted to be in that atmosphere again. The drive, the intensity, the competition. I was living vicariously through these girls. Every time I saw one of them do a handspring or walk the balance beam for the first time, I felt that old thrill again inside of me. Today, the school is more successful than I had ever dreamed it would be, and I felt like a winner again most days--until I had conversations with people like Ms. Burress, who couldn't possibly know how much it hurt not to be able to compete, or the pain your heart carried when you were reminded of it. "Oh, I just remembered; I have a dental appointment in thirty minutes. Thank you very much for coaching my daughter. I have to go now, but I'd love to talk later!" she said, getting back into her car. I waved at her, and walked into the building as she drove away. As soon as I walked in, I heard one of my instructors bark, "Get DOWN from there!!!" I stuck my head in the door, and found a class full of girls decked out in their little ballet leotards giggling at the instructor as she struggled to pry a little girl off the bars used to help the girls train. She was perched on top like a bird, and grinning as she held on for dear life. I decided to intervene, and stepped into the room, blowing my whistle. The class fell silent, and the little girl's head whipped toward me. "I'l take her, Julie, don't worry," I told my instructor. I gave the little girl a stern look as I took hold of her, and she offered no resistance as I pulled her from her perch. "I don't appreciate you interrupting this class," I told her. "You'll be coming with me for the day, so I can go over the rules here with you and make sure you obey every last one. Understood?" "Yes, ma'am," the little girl said, her eyes wide as she peered up at me. She knew I was the top dog here, or at least got that impression, so she was being good...for now. She was adorable. Strawberry blonde hair, pulled up in a ball at the top of her head and secured with pretty pink ribbon, big green-grey eyes, so clear they looked like glass. I took her by her hand and led her out of the room. "Now, what's your name?" I asked as we walked down the hallway together. "Danielle," she replied. "But my Daddy calls me Ellie." "Ah. Well then, Ellie, how old are you?" "I'm seven," she told me. She tugged indelicately at her leotard in the back, which was riding up on her. "This hurts," she told me. I led her to the bathroom, to help her fix it. I helped her slip out of it. "Ah, I see, I said. "You've got these all bunched up." I tugged and twisted, and soon she was much better. "There---no more wrinkles," I confirmed. "I don't want to put that back on," she whined softly, and I chuckled. "Well, you have to. We can't let you do ballet naked!" I replied playfully. "I want a tutu!" "Well, we really only rear those during the big shows. But maybe I can find you one to wear at home," I told her. She lit up, and happily put the leotard back on. We headed back to the hallway, and I hadn't made it far before I heard the piano of the all boys ballet class. I peeked in there, Ellie peeking in right along with me. I loved to see the boys in their leotards and stockings, rehearsing their steps. They had such a grace to them.....One boy in particular caught my eye. He was much smaller than the others, his body having not yet developed the more defined and lean look of the other boys his age. He had a blond bowl cut, hair the color of straw, and stormy blue eyes. He was focused intently on his moves. He moved especially well, and I loved his shape in the leotard. He could have easily been mistaken for a girl, if not for the slight bulge in his leotard. I watched him a bit longer, and when the music ended and the boys stopped their dance, the only thing that kept me from staring was Ellie's enthused little claps and her voice calling out, "Yay!!!!!" The boys gave her a chuckle, and so did I. I noticed that while the other boys seemed to have friends they hung out with as they prepared to head home, the one, smaller boy did not. I walked up to David, the instructor. "What's his name?" I asked, pointing to him. David glanced over. "Oh, that's Tyler. He's pretty quiet. " "He looks a bit young to be in here...is he advanced?" "No, he's 11. Just small for his age, I guess," David replied. I nodded, and took another look at him, then grinning to myself at thinking about how cute he is before I left, Ellie still skipping beside me. "What's your name?" she asked me. "I'm Ms. Stephanie," I told her. "Well Ms. Stephanie, I gotta go pee." I looked down at her in disbelief. "We were just in the bathroom! Why didn't you go then?" I asked. She grinned, showing me a gap where a tooth had fallen out. "I didn't hafta go then. But I do now," she replied. I said nothing, just headed back to the bathroom. We went in again, but we realised that all of the cubicles were locked. "What now?" she asked. "We'll come back in a sec," I told her. I then remembered that I had to settle some administrative matters, and brought her along with me to my office. Once in the office, I shut the door, and sat in my cushy chair in front of the computer. Ellie looked around. "I wanna sit too," she said, noting that there were no other chairs. "Wait here." I told her as I went into the office next door, and found a swivel chair and carried it to my room. "Here ya go, Ellie." I told her as I placed the chair down. She was wriggling around in the chair, because she had to pee so bad. I was looking through some documents when I heard Ellie stand up. "Ms. Stephanie, I really really need to pee!" she lamented. Sighing, I stood up and beckoned here to stand up and follow me. She did just that, and we exited to the bathroom. While we were passing through a corridor towards the bathroom, I turned around, and noticed that Ellie was lagging considerably behind me. She was also putting her hands in between her legs, and was crossing them together. I gave her a worried look, then strolled towards her. "Can you hold it?" I asked her, in a concerned tone. "I dunno." she replied. "Let's keep going." Finally, we reached the bathroom. I pushed the door open, and waited for Ellie to go in before closing the door. Strangely enough, the stalls were still occupied. I knocked on the first stall, then the second one, then the third, and finally, the last stall door, and asked "Is anyone in there?". I received no reply. "Hurry up Ms. Stephanie, I'm going to pee pee my pants!" Ellie wailed. "Hold on!" I replied. I bent down to see under the door, and I saw no pairs of legs in any of the stalls. "Damn it, someone locked the door from the outside." I cursed to myself. Suddenly, I heard Ellie start whimpering, and I heard a hissing sound, then the sound of liquid splattering on the floor, then sobbing. I turned around, and I saw Ellie standing there, wetting herself. She was grabbing her crotch, but to no avail. Pee was flowing out of her crotch and down her legs, soaking her leotard and tights and creating a puddle on the floor. Then she stopped peeing, and she started crying, using her hands, which were also wet with pee, to cover her face. "I pee my pants! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..." she wailed. I went up to her and squatted down, then hugged her in a warm embrace. "It's alright, everyone pees their pants." I told her in a reassuring tone. "Really?" she asked, in between sobs. "Yes. I peed myself once while in a competition before." I replied, reminding myself of that embarrassing moment during the training I had a week prior to the fateful day in which I broke my leg. "Wow." she said, no longer sobbing. "B..But this..." she pointed to her wet tights, "What do we do now?" "Don't worry." I assured her as we walked towards the sick bay in the main office. Over there, I opened a wooden closet, and pulled out a short-sleeved pink leotard and white tights. "Change into this." I told her. I pulled down the blinds on the windows, then closed the door. Not long later, she opened the door, now smiling and showing no signs of previously crying her eyes out. I put her soaked clothes into a plastic bag, then handed it to her. "Now return to your class; your teacher and your friends should be waiting for you." I then proceeded to walk to my office when I felt a tug on my shirt. I looked down, and I saw Ellie looking up at me. "Ms. Stephanie?" "Yeah, what is it?" "Could you teach me ballet?" "No, I can't. I teach gymnastics." "Then could you teach me gymnastics?" I thought about it for a while, then told her to wait for me at the office. I ran into my office, rebooted the computer, then opened up a new Word document. I started furiously typing, then turned on my printer and printed what I typed on a piece of paper. I grabbed it, and ran back to the office. Ellie was still standing there, to my relief. Upon seeing me, she jumped up and down in excitement. I passed the form to her. "Get your mommy or daddy to sign this, okay?" I told her. "I need to go now. See you!" "Okay!" she exclaimed. She then looked down at the form. "REQUEST OF APPROVAL TO SHIFT YOUR DAUGHTER FROM BALLET TO GYMNASTICS CLASS" she read, aloud. Even though she was seven, she roughly knew what it meant, and grinned happily. This is my first edit; never really had the courage (or the creativity; I have no ideas of any stories at the moment) to actually make my own fic. Constructive criticism is welcomed; I want to know if there is any way I can become better.
  16. As I mentioned in my intro topic, I'm quite a fan of the old cartoon, Code Lyoko, along with its continuation, Code Lyoko Evolution. Sadly, I've seen very few pee-related fics about CL (none on this site). So I took it upon myself to write myself a few fics based on ideas I had for such scenarios, especially since the show gives so much to work with. I've made five so far with plenty more ideas to come. The first five will be made in one post, each under a spoiler tag for the sake of organization. Every story after that will be made as a separate post on this topic. Includes underage characters, but nothing sexualized. I'm open to all concrit and ideas, especially given that I'm not the best writer. So without further ado. Chapter 1: Yumi In the Garden Chapter 2: The Contest Chapter 3: Sissi's Revenge Chapter 4: Yumi's Stand Chapter 5: Hiroki and Johnny's Predicament.
  17. The six and a half year old brown haired girl sat with her face scrunched in concentration as she stared deeply at the group of cheerios sitting on the kitchen table. MOVE! She yelled at it within her mind. “What the hell are you doing you little brat? Clean this mess off the table!” Harry Wormwood barked at his daughter. “Yes, daddy.” Matilda quickly answered swiping her hand across the table and scooping up the scattered pieces of cereal into her palm before making her way over to the trash can. “I work too damn hard for you to be wasting food like that!” The large man with the receding hairline said. “Sorry, daddy.” Matilda said returning to the table to properly pour herself a bowl of cereal this time. Matilda scooped a spoonful of cheerios in her mouth as she sat deep in thought. Maybe this was all just her imagination, Matilda thought to herself ignoring her older brother, Mikey, who had began throwing his own cereal at her. She had thought for sure she had somehow blown that TV in the living room to bits the other night. All she had done was glare at it while wishing it would break and the next thing everyone knew, it exploded! Maybe it was all just a coincidence. Maybe she had stayed up one too many nights reading past her bedtime. Matilda simply sighed again as she got up and put her empty bowl in the kitchen sink before finishing getting ready for kindergarten. Matilda slipped on her favorite blue dress before carefully brushing her hair and tying it up with her red silk ribbon. After carefully going over her “special homework” from Miss Honey (8th grade algebra) she packed up her backpack and waited by the car. Soon Matilda was on her way to her most favorite place of all-school. Matilda smiled widely as she took her seat behind her best friend after saying good morning to Miss Honey. “Want to hear something crazy?” Matilda whispered to her friend. “The other night I think I broke my families TV set; with my mind!” “I think you’ve been reading too much.” Lavender said giggling. “Yeah, I think you’re right.” Matilda agreed smiling, but suddenly frowned when she was alerted by a sudden pressure coming from her bladder. Matilda looked at the clock checking to see how much time she had before class started. If the Trunchbull found her out in the hallway even a second after the bell rang! She didn’t even want to think about that! “You okay?” Lavender asked seeing the sudden serious expression on her friends face. “I have to go to the bathroom.” Matilda admitted blushing slightly. Normally she could hold it no problem, but today was show and tell and she didn’t want to be distracted at all. Suddenly the bell rang as everyone ran to their seats before the Trunchbull made her morning rounds. Everyone jumped slightly as a large stern looking woman with her hair pulled into a tight bun holding a leather riding crop stormed in un-announced. “Surprise inspection!” The Trunchbull yelled snapping the riding crop in her hand. “Everyone on your feet!” All the children, including Miss Honey, nervously sprang up at attention. “Textbooks have been going missing from my office!” The Trunchbull said walking up and down the row of children glaring at each and everyone of them as they all nervously averted their eyes. “I think I know just who the thief is!” The Trunchbull said glaring down onto the small brown haired girl. “Wormwood! Open your backpack!” Matilda gulped as she picked up her bag and unzipped it before having it suddenly snatched out of her hand and overturned onto the floor. Textbooks of various grade levels spilled onto the ground with loud thumps as the Trunchbull bent down to pick up the Intermediate Algebra book that under normal circumstances a kindergartener should have no business carrying around. “I-t’s not what it looks like!” Matilda stuttered as she felt the back of her dress grabbed. “Oh, I think It’s exactly what it looks like!” The Trunchbull said smiling maliciously while showing off her yellowing teeth. “You’ve been stealing books out of my office!” She spat. “Ms. Trunchbull, please-” Miss Honey started to say. “Shut up, Jen.” The fat woman said grabbing a fistful of Matilda’s hair from the back of her head causing the young girl to wince in pain as her eyes watered. “I’ve caught the thief red handed! Don’t try and cover for her!” She snarled pointing the riding crop at the blond woman who looked on with a look of horror on her face. “I’m taking the brat where she belongs and if you take one step out of this classroom you're fired!” She threatened while dragging Matilda through the hall and into her office. “No, please! Not the Chokee!” Matilda begged as she was drug along. “That’s exactly where you’re going you good for nothing thief!” She yelled opening a separate door that had several large nails and pieces of glass protruding from the inside. Matilda grimaced as the door was opened to reveal the tiny space only a child could fit in without being impaled by the sharp pointy objects. “Now stay there!” The Trunchbull said pushing the young girl into the corner and slamming the door closed and bolting it with several dead locks. Matilda whimpered as she stood in place while the door was shut leaving her in total blackness. Tears rushed into the young girls eyes as she stood trembling in the dark from fear. How long would she have to stay in here? An hour went by and then another as the cause of the girls trembling went from fear to her steadily filling bladder. She tried to take her mind off of it by thinking about the latest book she had read by Charles Dickens. Matilda moaned quietly shifting from foot to foot thankful that her small size allowed her that much room to move about. Her teacher, Miss Honey, had been giving her textbooks from more advanced grades to help her prepare for college. The Trunchbull must have noticed they had begun to go missing from the supply cabinet in her office. “I have to pee.” Matilda whispered in agony as she grabbed the front of her dress and bunched the material inside her legs to get a better hold. What was it that she had read about the human urinary system? Girls her age could only hold so many mls before their bladders gave up. Matilda moaned again as she used both her hands to press down in order to apply extra pressure. She didn’t dare call out for help for fear of her sentence inside the Chokee being doubled, or even tripled, but she was running out of time. If she had an accident who knows how the Trunchbull would punish her. Not just the Trunchbull, but her parents as well! Last time she wet the bed they hit her upside the head and took away all her books for a week! She was only three at the time to boot; she didn't want to know what would happen if her mom was called to the school to pick her up because she had wet. Matilda grimaced as she felt moisture beginning to enter her panties. She pressed down even harder and slightly bent her knees as much as the small space would allow. Another ten minutes in she had begun to leak for a second. Matilda wondered how long she had been in here. How many hours had it been? She moaned in desperation as a second longer leak escaped and then a third. “SOMEONE HELP!” She finally yelled out as the door began clanging as if someone was trying to open and close it without undoing the deadbolts. Finally after several hours Matilda lost control as she felt warm liquid beginning to trickle down her legs; slowly at first but picking up momentum as Matilda finally gave up and removed her hands as she sobbed. The steady stream of urine trickled and pattered onto the ground soaking her panties, socks, shoes and dress. Matilda continued to cry; she was hungry, tired, wet and miserable. Her eyes grew wide with fear as she heard someone approaching and undoing the dead bolt. There wasn’t enough time for her accident to have dried; there was no way to hide this. She clenched her eyes shut waiting for the worst as the door was quickly opened. “Oh, Matilda.” She heard as she opened her eyes to find a very worried looking Miss. Honey. “It’s okay, sweetie.” Miss Honey said pulling the girl out and wrapping her into a tight embrace while Matilda couldn’t help but cry and beg for forgiveness. “Honey, it’s okay. It’s not your fault.” Her teacher said kneeling down to her height and lightly tracing the girl’s tear streaked face with her palm. “I’m sorry!” Matilda continued to sob, but stopped when she felt herself suddenly get lifted into the air causing her to wrap her arms around Miss Honey’s neck as she buried her head in her shoulder as she was carried down the hall. “Please don’t call my parents.” She begged as she was set down in the bathroom. “Why not? I’m sure they’ll understand. Accidents happen-” “No! They won’t!” Matilda insisted locking her fear filled eyes with Ms. Honey’s. “I wet the bed when I was three and and.” She said starting to sob again. Ms. Honey bit her lip anxiously thinking of what to do. Clearly something had happened in the past to worry her this much. This was so unlike the normally mature girl. Ms. Honey finally nodded in understanding as she remembered the last run in she had had with Matilda’s parents. “Alright, honey, I won’t call your parents.” The teacher assured her. “How about you wait here and I’ll see if the nurse has anything.” “Okay.” Matilda agreed calming down some and went and hid in a cubicle until her teacher had returned. “Matilda, I’m back.” Ms. Honey said entering the girls bathroom carrying a dress as Matilda peaked her head out from the stall. “How about you go in the big stall.” She suggested as she began to dampen a washcloth in the sink before following the girl into the teachers only cubicle. “Go ahead and take off anything that’s wet.” Miss Honey instructed as Matilda was forced to remove, well, everything while Matilda blushed as Miss Honey began cleaning her wet skin. “I’m sorry, dear, but this is all the nurse had in the way of underwear.” Miss Honey said apologetically as she held up the babyish teddy bear print diaper. Matilda blushed furiously while Miss Honey helped her put it on still standing and tape it up. “I’m sorry.” Matilda apologized again looking away once they were back in the empty classroom. “This wasn’t your fault.” Miss Honey said kneeling down and wrapping her arms around the girl in a big hug. “You don’t have to keep apologizing. You were in there for four hours; I’m sorry I couldn’t get to you sooner. Would you like to come over to my house after school? I can wash your clothes for you.” She offered referring to the bag Matilda kept hidden under her chair containing her soiled dress. “I’d like that.” Matilda nodded with a smile.
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    That's A Lot Of Pee

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